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multifandomimagin3s · 2 years ago

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The Reader gets hurt whilst saving them - 141, Los Vaqueros + Konig

Requested by Anon

Simon "Ghost" Riley

Simon's a complicated person, so it's hard to decipher what's going on inside his head - even people who've worked alongside him for years never truly know what he's thinking.

He never lets himself get emotional - well, any other emotions aside from anger are rarely shown.

Case and point - his initial reaction when he sees the blood seeping out of a bullet-wound in your side.

A bullet that was meant for him but you shoved him out of the way.

He stares at you for a millisecond, gaze unreadable, before he grapples you as you're about to fall to the floor.

"What the fuck did you do that for, you tit?!"

Charming, right?

He quickly realises that his angry screaming is falling on deaf ears, as you faded in and out of consciousness.

All he can do is stare as your face begins to pale from blood loss, relaying what had happened to Price over the comms.

He continues to stare at you as you're loaded onto the helicopter, strapped to a gurney with a Medic keeping constant pressure on your wound.

On the outside, he looks utterly livid - and he is.

Doesn't matter if he's your Superior, or vice versa - regardless of rank he'd have chewed you out for doing something so foolish and reckless all the same, even at the expense of a write-up.

But seeing you in the medical wing, bandaged up in a hospital bed, in critical condition, it makes a cocktail of emotions swirl in his stomach.

And he doesn't like it, not one bit.

Why save his life at the expense of your own? He doesn't understand that at all, and honestly he doesn't think he's worthy of it either.

He's by no definition an angel and has done things that would probably give Satan himself an aneurysm, so the fact that you put yourself in harms way like that just doesn't sit right with him at all.

The entire ordeal would probably keep him up til the early hours of the morning, thinking - he knew he harboured a certain amount of feelings for you, but he never realised just how much.

If it had been a new recruit or any other military personnel, he probably wouldn't have cared as much - unless it was someone from his own Team, in which case he probably still wouldn't be loosing sleep over "their own fucking stupidity."

It had been almost a week since the incident and he was still trying to wrap his head around it all.

But all he could do was visit you, waiting at your bedside for you to wake up - to an onslaught of questions and probably another barrage of swearing for being so "bloody stupid" and to "never pull that stupid shit again."

He can try and deny his feelings all he wants, but he knows the truth - he can lie to others but he can't lie to himself.

Johnny "Soap" MacTavish

He's a complete contrast to Ghost - where Ghost hides his feelings under layers and layers of denial and a gruff demeanour, Soap is an open book.

He's been openly flirting with you since the day you met, and was planning on making his move to ask you on a date as soon as you got back after the mission.

But seeing you with a ballistic knife sticking out of your shoulder, slumping back against a wall for support, really put a spanner in the works.

The enemy had spotted Soap crouched down planting some C4 and explosives, and had timed their throw to aim for his neck as he stood up - but they hadn't seen you.

You jumped in front of Johnny, shooting the enemy with quick precision but at a cost.

"Aw, for fuck sake!"

Luckily, the knife didn't pierce anything important, so with a good number of stitches and bandages you were good to go.

But an angry Scotsman stood at the door to the medical wing, eyebrows knitted together as he watched the Nurse put clean dressings on your wound.

"Don't ever dae that again," Johnny grunted, arms crossed across his chest. He didn't want to be too hard on you, given that Price had all but screamed at you the moment you were dragged onto the helicopter for being "a reckless fucking muppet."

Johnny didn't want anyone risking their life like that, for him - especially not you.

A smirk tugged at his lips, as his hand thumbed the bandages that wrapped down from your shoulder to just below your elbow," Cannae take you out if someone takes you out, can a?"

Captain John Price

To say that he's angry at you would be the understatement of the century.

Doesn't hide it either.

Even if you were already in a relationship at this point, he's going to be vocal about his anger - but the words he chooses may be slightly less abrasive.

"Why would you do something so stupid, you muppet?!"

The enemy had planted explosive devices as a booby trap - Soap had disarmed them all, or so he'd thought; the sneaky bastards had planted another a few feet away, which detonated and sent pieces of shrapnel flying in all directions.

Some of the shrapnel had embedded itself in your forearms and ribcage, when you'd jumped in front of your Captain to shield him.

Which led you to where you were now, with a Medic picking the pieces of metal out with tweezers - and an angry Price staring you down, arms crossed across his chest as he fixed you with a stern look.

He's been in the military for a long while and has seen a lot of stuff that would make the average person's hair curl - and he's lost a lot of people in the field that he cared about.

So for you to risk your life for his own -- he wasn't having it.

"Count yourself lucky that I won't be writing you up for this."

He has to keep up appearances - he's a high-ranking officer, and it no doubt would be frowned upon (to say the least) if it got out that he was fraternising with one of the soldiers in his team.

But in private, he's softer.

He thumbs over the bandages and dressings covering your wounds, brows knitting together in thought.

"Please don't do that again, Love - can't lose you."

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick

Doesn't realise what's happened until he hears your body fall to the floor with a thud.

A sniper had set their sights on taking Gaz out, laser trained on his back - he hadn't noticed, distracted with trying to hack into the enemy base's security system.

The shot shattered the window pane behind him, which made him whirl around in his chair, gun drawn - putting the pieces together in his head, he should've been in your position in that moment, but you'd taken the bullet for him.

You'd taken the bullet for him.

it isn't until Price is practically roaring through the comms at the Sergeant that he comes to, hurriedly relaying the situation to Price as he checks your vitals.

You're alive - thank god.

The evac and the flight back to base was all a blur, as you faded in and out of consciousness.

You were lucky - the bullet hadn't punctured any vital organs, so with surgery and a few transfusions you were beginning to make a recovery.

Of course Price gave you a gutting out as soon as you were well enough - but in typical Dad fashion, he gave you a slightly awkward head pat and wished you a gruff "Get well soon, (Y/L/N) - be good to see you back on your feet again."

Gaz shows up to visit you, a bouquet of flowers in hand.

He's angry at you, so naturally he has a heated discussion with you about being reckless and to never risk your life like that again - especially since it was his own fault for not being more aware of his surroundings and for not watching his six.

But he's still soft for you.

"Thank you for saving my life, Love - but don't ever fucking do that again."

Alejandro Vargas

Oof.

Out of everyone in this list, his reaction is by far the most heated.

He's angry - more than angry, he's livid.

Doesn't matter if it was a cut from a knife whizzing past you, or something more serious - he's a big guy, he can take whatever life throws at him.

But for you to jump in and take the onslaught for him, injuring yourself in the process? He's pissed.

He probably would avoid you for a while, not wanting to risk exploding into a fit of rage when he sees your injuries.

It would be Rudy who would be the voice of reason, pushing him to go and speak to you instead of stewing over his anger and guilt - guilt of not being able to stop what happened from happening.

Alej would visit you in the infirmary - he'd go into a rant, letting all of his emotions out.

And then would pull you into a kiss.

He's a passionate man and feels his feelings very deeply.

Rudy Parra

Like Alejandro, he's absolutely pissed.

Only difference between him and his comrade is how he shows it.

He's silent - so silent it's borderline scary.

He's livid - one, because you risked your life for him, and two, he's angry that you were so blasé about it.

It was as if you truly valued his life more than your own, and the thought of that alone only serves to make him angrier.

He hovers around in the medical bay while a Medic stitches your wounds closed, his arms crossed across his chest with a stoic expression.

The tension is palpable, and it's as if you can feel his blood boiling even from a distance.

It isn't until the Medic has patched you up and lets you leave that he finally speaks.

"What the fuck were you thinking, Querida / Querido?!"

Proceeds to chew you out for the entire walk back to your room - it was strange to see Rudy so heated, especially towards you, given that he was usually relatively easy going.

But then again, he got the rank of Sergeant Major for a reason.

Once he has his rant out of his system, he sighs, eyeing the bandages covering the expanse of your arm.

You were lucky to have made it back to base in one piece, after the enemy had lunged at Rudy from behind with a hunting knife - you'd jumped in the way, managing to take down the target but not without a fair amount of wounds.

Rudy gently grasped your forearm, thumbing over the soft bandages in thought.

"Please don't do that again, mi amor."

König

This guy would probably disappear for a bit when he realises what happened.

Probably to figure out his own feelings before he sees you again.

Because he's feeling a lot of emotions - anger, being one, guilt is another.

He's not used to anyone putting their own safety at risk for his sake - KorTac had hardly the healthiest of working environments, and mercenaries will typically only watch out for their own backs at the end of the day.

So the fact that you'd put yourself in harms way to keep him safe really doesn't sit right with him at all.

He feels guilty because he let it happen - he was so engrossed with plowing through all the targets he could see that he completely missed the ones that he couldn't.

But you noticed, jumping in the way - taking bullets that were meant for him.

He doesn't remember much of the mission after that - he can blame it on adrenaline and whatever other hormones were pumping through his system at the time, but he knows the real reason why.

The sight of you coughing up blood because of a bullet to the chest made the world slow down for him, his worst nightmare playing out in front of his eyes.

Lingers around the medical bay as Medics and Doctors rush around you, medical jargon flying in the air as you're hooked up to various machines.

His frequent visits don't help quell the rumours swirling around the base - that König, the not-so-gentle giant, had a thing for you - but he couldn't find it in him to care, even if his Superiors were to give him a stern lecture about it.

He makes sure he's there when you wake up - he had a lecture prepared in his head, about how what you did was reckless and stupid, and you shouldn't have risked your life for his.

But the words die on his tongue when he makes eye contact with you, and all he can do is take your hand in his - without his gloves, he was even tempted to take off his hood.

"Don't scare me like that again - ich werde dich nicht zulassen, mein Lieber."

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konigsblog · 1 year ago

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MORE DOMESTIC 141 HEADCANNONS

headcannons 1 , masterlist

warnings: drinking maybe, fluff. a lot of it ... and some stupid little headcannons that i think personally fit each 141 character :-) gn!reader i think.. photo credit: @yumethefrostypanda

SIMON ‘GHOST’ RILEY

loves smoking a cigarette with you on the balcony outside your small, yet comforting apartment. even if you don't smoke, just standing outside with him. he's shirtless, enjoying the cool breeze against his bare, scarred chest and looking down on traffic in manchester and the people running about. something about being around people feels comforting to him.

naps during the day. before dinner, you'll find him snoozing on the couch. his phone buzzing with an alarm that hasn't stopped going off. you always chuckle, sitting down beside him and admire his features without that mask on. his raspy, sleep voice so deep it makes you giggle.

bar hopping with him and soap. like i said in my last headcannons, soap loves bar hopping. catching up and giggling whenever soap flirts with you, met with a harsh, stern “johnny.”

JOHNNY ‘SOAP’ MACTAVISH

his dumb jokes, that only sometimes makes sense. he might even wake you up with a cheesy pick-up line, groaning and turning over. he got the hint, never used it again... “babe, do you like raisins? how do you feel about a date?”

back scratches. he'll lean over, asking you to scratch his back before he falls asleep. by the time you're finished, he's asleep, dead silent before he begins snoring like a wild animal.

baking together. not only is he horrible at cooking, you're even worse as a duo. somehow, there's flour in places they never should've reached, on the couch and pillows. and definitely ended up using out of date frosting, not realising till after that the milk was also spoiled. you bought a cake instead and pretended like you made it so you both wouldn't cry.

CAPTAIN JOHN ‘PRICE’

the smell of nicotine around the house. god, he stinks of it. occasionally — multiple times a day — going out for a smoke break, absolutely reeking of smoke afterwards. he feels bad, ends up showering and cuddling you when you're in bed.

his baths. not a joke, that the man loves his bath. although, he stands pretty tall which means he makes a complete mess of the bathroom floor. definitely has candles dimmed and lit, his eyes shut tight with cucumbers over them, bubbles overflowing from the tub and a drink of whiskey beside him on a folded table.

a drunk mess. he can drink a lot when he has the chance, meaning you either have to sleep on the couch and risk back pain, or attempt to drag him to bed. his arm slung over your shoulder, weighing you down before crumbling to his knees beside the bed. you gave him his pillow and a blanket and went to sleep.

KYLE ‘GAZ’ GARRICK

his amazing breakfasts. usually, they're healthy. probably either fried eggs and toast, with some vegetables on the side, a cup of cucumber water and a bowl of strawberries. or, an açai bowl, usually consisting of; strawberries, raspberries, mango and banana.

massages. you take turns massaging eachother, one person a day, then the next, a loop and a pattern. your hands working out the knots in his shoulders, applying pressure and leaving him relaxed and probably snoring silently. — doesn't really snore, just the sounds of shallow breathing beside your ear.

bodycare... he cares a lot about how he smells, which usually means you're dragged with him to buy some cologne, asking for your favourite so he can have you all over him. usually something fruity, a little bit of vanilla and pinewood, but usually consists of a fruit scent.

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personwhowrites · 1 year ago

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Unforgettable wedding

Platonic TF 141, Simon Ghost Riley x f!reader (18+)

Wc: 6.1k

Cw: Drinking, fingering,vagial sex, unprotected sex, sex in car, slightly possessive Ghost?Teasing, strong language, No use of y/n

Nicknames given: Princess, Doll, Good girl, Baby

Summary: A high school friend (Rachel) invited you to a wedding, you declared you had a lover but actually didn’t. You asked Soap, Gaz and Price to be your fake boyfriend for the wedding. Price agreed after some talking, but canceled due to an emergency. Leaving you to answer questions and peer pressure from friends. Until.. Ghost shows up, pretending to be your boyfriend. Things go okay, games are played and kisses are shared. When he notices you starting to get drunk, he offers to take you home. Little did you know that ‘ride’ home would change everything that involved him..

A/N: I uh… yeah at the last part my mind went blank and uh, lost idea of what i was writing and it turned into something else.

It was a high school friend who was getting married, you kept in touch with them even if at times they were toxic towards you. They added you to a group called “invitations” announcing their wedding. You didn’t see it till two days later, you were busy on the mission that involved your whole time and attention. No one from your personal life knew what job you did, if anyone asked you would brush them off and change the subject. So it came to surprise you, Rachel had invited you to their wedding and you're just now responding.

You: I’ll see if I can make it, I need to work some stuff out first.

Rachel read your message along with other few close friends from the group. You set your phone down not expecting much as Soap approached you with a grin on his face and a can of pop in his hands.

“Las, you have any plans for the week off?” Soap asked as he took a seat next to you. “I've been thinking about visiting my family.”

“Probably nothing like always, which is fine.” You reply while soap opens the can of pop. “Are you seriously drinking that ten month soda?”

“It's called pop, and matter in fact I am.” Soap relies as he drowns the sugary drink. “You seriously don’t plan to go somewhere?”

You open your mouth to reply but your phone buzzes, which you turn over and look at the notification. It's from the ‘invitations’ group chat, it suddenly became active, you open your phone and look at the messages. Your eyes widen as you read the message to yourself, Soap notice and look over at your screen.

Rachel: That’s fine, you probably don’t even have a plus one, so you save us the food for that! I would appreciate a gift or some flowers if we ever meet up again. Xoxo

Soap tilts his head as you start to type something, someone else in the group chat sends a message. Leaving you to gasp and stopping you from sending another message.

Jason: Yeah it's fine, plus you never have time for the group anymore. Anytime that we plan something you always respond late..

You: Because I have to tend to important matters and don’t have time to be on my phone. Anyways I will come then! I will see you all there and hell I will bring my partner!

You didn’t think of the message you sent, until Soap gasps and looks at you in surprise.

“You have a lover?” Soap now asks as you quickly realize what you just sent. “I never knew that.”

“I.. didn’t either..” You mumble and set your phone down. “Shit.. oh god what did I just do.. Soap be my fake date please you're the only one that knows.”

“No can do, I already have my week planned out with my family.” Soap says before chuckling. “Good luck with that, now if you..” Soap burps and holds his stomach. “I'm going to regret drinking that pop.”

Soap gets up as your phone buzzes again, it's a message from the group chat again. This time it was multiple people typing all now excited you will be tending the wedding that was three days away. You nervously bit your lip and read the messages, everyone excited to meet this lover of yours that didn’t even exist. Rachel soon gave you the details of the location and what type of theme you could wear that is appropriate for her wedding. You thanked Rachel and soon turned your phone off and took a deep breath, now where could you find a single man that would be willing to be your pretend boyfriend.

Three hours passed and you were doing some of your daily duties where you met Gaz in the hall. He was heading to lunch alone and crossed paths with you.

“Hey, are you going to lunch yet?” Gaz asked you with a warm smile making you look up from whatever you were doing. “Price and Ghost are there.,”

“Maybe in a couple more minutes, I gotta finish..” Your reply and sigh before looking at the boxes you were carrying. “..Ah this can wait.. You know what's for lunch?”

“The same crappy food that's for sure.” Gaz chuckles as you start to walk with him. “You look uneasy..did someone say something to you?”

“Uh no..” You mumble and then get an idea. “Would you like to be my fake boyfriend for a wedding?”

Gaz stopped dead in his tracks and stared at you, thinking he misheard. You give him an awkward smile and look away now your face filled with embarrassment. Gaz remains silent, he was trying to process what you just said and making sure his mind wasn’t playing tricks on him.

“Did I hear you right? You want me to be your fake boyfriend at a wedding?” Gaz murmured now amused by the thought. “You should have asked me earlier before I made some plans for the week.”

“Damn you too?” You say now in some annoyance. “I asked Soap but he said he already made some plans.”

Gaz let out a small laugh before walking again, soon the two of you arrived at the mess hall. Price by then had already gotten your tray with Gaz’s knowing you would join him and Ghost. You sat down and ate, nothing too important was discussed at the table, Gaz and Price were chatting about some rookies, while Ghost leaned back in his chair and listened to them. While also looking around as if he was looking for some trouble he could stop. Gaz soon brought up what you said that made you snap back into reality.

“Wait wait, you asked Gaz to be a fake boyfriend for a wedding?” Price now asked you with an amused look. “And you also asked Soap?”

“Yeah, it's just someone's wedding from highschool.. We are a friend group..” You mumble now embarrassed by all of this. “I said that I would go since their group pointed out that I never hang out with them anymore.”

“How can you? You're working away on missions to keep their perfect lives safe, they should be grateful.” Gaz says, shaking his head for a moment. “Can’t believe people sometimes thinking its easy to be in the special british forces..”

“The thing is that they don’t know what job I have..” You admit to Gaz as he lets out a laugh. “I like to keep my work life out of my personal life.”

Ghost looks at you know, he seems to be somewhat interested in what you said, Price laughs a little as you told them. Gaz on the other hand nodded, he knew what you meant and respected it.

“Wait Price, will you be my fake boyfriend?” You ask him quickly with some hope. “Please?”

“Now I would love to help you out of the mess you're in..” Price says taking a bite out of some burger.”But, I can’t do such a thing, especially something like that.”

“But it won’t be real!” You add quickly, seeming more desperate. “Please I’ll be less reckless on missions.”

“You should always be less reckless on missions.” Price points out before letting a sigh. “But okay.”

You let out a sigh of relief and closed your eyes, your mess now being fixed by your one and only captain. Yet boy were you wrong, on the day of the wedding Price canceled on you and apologized, an emergency had come up and you were left out without a date and the wedding was going to be starting soon. You stood outside the church and groaned softly as you saw the rest of the people arrive for it. One of them being Jason from the group chat, he had a date with him and he looked at you in a polite manner.

“No date? Things sure don’t change even out of highschool.” Jason teases as he walks into the church.

You stare at him for a moment and roll your eyes before entering the church yourself. You felt some people stare at you, it was obvious word got around that you would finally show up to something. You took a seat at the last row of the chairs and remained there for the rest of the wedding, eventually clapping and cheering the bride and groom. In the corner of your eye you saw someone, a dark figure you couldn’t make out, you brush it off as a guest. People started to head to their cars, getting ready to drive to the reception a couple minutes away from the church.

You felt as if someone was watching you, just you. The feeling didn’t wear off as you started to drive to the reception. You felt a car follow you, but the tint on its widows made it impossible to see who was driving. You took a turn into the reception parking lot and parked next to some other people. The car that was following you drove off, making you feel silly for thinking someone was following you.

The reception was beautiful, the place was decorated like any bride would want their reception to be. Yet when you found your name on a table you saw it was at the end of then with an empty chair next to it, you sat down and placed your bag down on the empty seat. Some friends approached you and talked about their lives, one of them made it into the fashion industry and the other was a chef that helped prepare the food for the wedding. Then it came time for you to talk about your job and how your life was.

“Honestly I have a plain life, nothing too important.” You say as attention is on you. “Plus I'm happy you all have successful careers.”

“Yet you never speak about your life, you always keep quiet about it!” One says looking at you with a tense stare. “Are you poor?”

“No..” You say hurt by their comment. “I'm well off of money..Rebbeca..”

“What happened with the partner you had?” Rebbeca asks, pushing you into a tight corner as eyes all on you. “Or what.. Did you lie?”

You opened your mouth to speak but Rachel walked over with a bright smile. All the attention soon turned to her as she opened a chair and sat down with the groom. Showing off her ring and dress, she soon turned her attention to the empty seat.

“Oh my, did your ‘boyfriend’ not show up?” Rachel says now putting shame on you. “You could have told us you didn’t have a lover…we could have used that seat for someone else.”

You stare at her, some anger rising up, but you remain calm. Using all of your energy to not say something that could ruin anything. You cleared your throat and smiled in a polite manner.

“I don’t share anything about my personal life because of my job.” You say brushing your hands against the table. “Being in The special Reconnaissance Regiment is hard to maintain a love life.”

Silence fills the table, no one saw you as some person to work for the army or any job like that. Racheled opened her mouth to speak but Rebbecaa spoke before her.

“You're in the army? I never took you to be one in that type of work” Rebecca mumbles before turning her full attention to you. “Have you.. Killed people?”

“Private information I cannot share for your safety and mine.” You reply feeling some weight for your shoulders to be lifted. “Now I would appreciate it if we just moved on.”

“You always were one to pull twists on us..” Jason spoke and looked at you with a slight grin. “That’s good, honestly I always thought you would join the military but didn’t know what branch..”

You shook his comment off and made sure Rachel had the attention again. It was her wedding after all. The dance soon started for the bride and her parents. You stood by and reached for your bag, maybe thinking its best to leave. You weren’t having fun, and some of your friends wouldn’t leave the topic about your job. Soon someone else walked into the party, they seemed out of place for a moment then their eyes landed on you immediately. Your eyes widened as you saw who it was. Ghost.

He walked past some people who stared at him, he wasn’t wearing his regular ‘creepy’ balaclava but a more normal one. It covered his nose and down. No work uniform was on , but a simple light button up shirt and some pants from a tux, that obviously matched him well. His dirty blonde hair was neatly fixed into a stylish slit back hair style, which you never expected him to have. The tattoos on his forearm were on full display as he finally grabbed your bag and set in on your lap. He took the seat next to you and sigh annoyed..

“Don’t question it..” Ghost mumbled as he leaned back and whispered in your ear. “Be grateful I even considered such a thing..”

“How did you even know where the reception would be held?” You ask as Ghost lets out an annoyed sigh. “I only sent that information to Price..”

“You just answered your own question,” Ghost says bluntly as he looks around. “So much damn white..Jesus I might go blind from it all.”

“You handle flashbangs for a living..” You tease Ghost who immediately gives you a glare. “Sorry, I thought it would be funny.”

“What happens when a strawberry gets run over while crossing the street?” Ghost says leaning closer to you. “Hm?”

“Uh..i don’t know what happens?” You reply slightly amused by this behavior.

“Traffic Jam.” Ghost replies and chuckles to himself. “Another?”

You hold back a laugh, knowing it wasn't funny yet the way his voice makes the joke sound is better. Ghost pulls your chair closer so you can hear his terrible dad jokes better.

“What do you call a pony with a sore throat?” Ghost hums into your ear while you hold a smile back from your lips. “A little hoarse..”

You can’t help it but let a chuckle escape your lips. Ghost soon leans away from you and sits up in the chair. He looks around the party and rubs his eyes slightly showing he is annoyed by all of the lights. You look at Ghost, it was strange seeing him like this. No mask nor face paint made it feel like you walked into another universe. Which at this point you might have now noticed that he was the one that asked Price for the address to see you and help.

“Thanks..” You mumble to him enough to hear. “You really didn’t have to..”

Ghost looks at you, he seems to have something on his mind. His mask moves as he is about to speak, yet the sound of the bride and groom stop him. You turn your attention to the center of the place and listen as the bride is going to cut the cake and food will be served soon.

The rest of the night some of your friends ask you about Ghost but you say nothing. Avoiding their questions and Ghost doing the same, if he did want you to answer a question about him, he would shoot you a glance or nudge your chair. The night went on, Ghost cracked some more ‘jokes’ that made you smile or even get a chuckle out.His arm is soon wrapped around your shoulders. You didn’t mind it and soon rested your head on his arm, things were okay.

“Are you comfortable..”Ghost questions while keeping his eyes away from you. “Aren’t you?”

“I can move away..” You reply and look at him anxiously.

“It's fine..” Ghost replies and looks away from you. “Can’t believe you��re social enough for this kind of stuff.”

“I honestly never come to stuff like this..I'm always lonely.” You murmur as Ghost turns his attention to you.

“Not this time..”Ghost says, sitting up a bit, he places his hand on your face. “You had some sauce on our lips.”

You stare at Ghost as he wipes the sauce away and leaves his thumb on your lips. He's gaze now on your lips, you feel your face heat up. Ghost gently rubs his thumb on your lips then moves it down to your chin, he makes you look slightly up at him. Ghost hazel eyes stare into your own eyes, a thick tension grows. He moved his thumb back onto your lips, gently giving them a brush. Somehow the world around the two of you slowed down, nothing matters anymore..

“..I never noticed.. How beautiful you are up close..” Ghost mumbles as his arm around your shoulders pulls you closer to him. “A sight for my sore eyes..”

Ghost moves his arm away from your shoulders and brings his hand to his mask. A loud sound makes both of you jump and turn away from each other. His hand on your face moving away to his side, the bride had grabbed a microphone and was trying to turn it on.

“Alright ladies and gentlemen! Let's get these games started!” Rachel says with a happy look on her face. “Please bring your chairs and yourself to the center!”

People around you and Ghost started to move themselves and their chairs. You stare at everyone, most of everyone that was at the table left. You then turned your attention back to ghost, who didn’t even seem interested in the game. Rachel noticed you weren’t there and walked over, she grabbed your hand and smiled before speaking.

“Come on! Join us like the good old times!” Rachel says getting people to look over. “Like the good old days, you used to love musical chairs so much as kids.”

You looked around and noticed some people looking over, peer pressure got the best of you and you nodded. Ghost looked at you, there was a hit of worry and annoyance in his eyes. He stood up with you and grabbed your hand, Rachel looked at Ghost, slightly taken back by the sight of him. Rachel soon walked to the center with you and Ghost along with the chairs. It was a regular game of musical chairs, no rules except no harming each other badly. You placed your chair down in the circle, soon the music started and everyone started to move around in a circle. Ghost didn’t even know why on earth he decided to join such a ‘childish game.’ The music stopped and chaos broke, you sat down quickly in a chair as Ghost and a couple others did the same, while two people fought for a chair. One finally sat down and soon the game continued..

Ghost got out the twelve round, he didn’t like walking and too many eyes were on him. He took his chair back to the table and watched as you went against eight people. The number lowered quickly to the point it was only you and some other girl left. Both of you were focused, none wanted to lose or make a fool out of yourselves. The Dj speed up the music and you started to feel your body tense, the music stopped, without a thought you kicked the chair away and the girl fell down before she could sit down. People started to laugh and you picked up the knocked down chair, Ghost slightly was somewhat amused by the sight. The other girl tried to snatch the chair out of your hands but it was all a fail as your grip was strong.

You spun around the girl and placed the chair down, the girl did the same thing as you. She kicks the chair down and you let out an annoyed groan. She grabs the chair with a wide grin and sets the chair down. This could all be over if it wasn't for your need to win no matter what. You kicked the chair down quickly, almost hitting the other girl. She gasped as if in the blink of an eye you picked the chair up and ran to the center sitting down in it.

People cheered and Ghost looked at you with amusement, You soon walked back with the chair and smiled happily. Ghost shook his head trying to shake the look of amusement off, you hugged him without thinking…He hugs you back, a tight embrace happens as the two of you hug each other. You notice your mistake and pull away immediately.

“Oh god, I'm so sorry..I was just so excited..” You say quickly as Ghost pulls you back into a hug. “Ghost?”

Ghost closes his eyes and keeps holding you close, you could swear his breathing get heavier as he held you closer. His cologne filling your nose, Ghost held you close for a period of time. You soon embraced him as well and kept hugging him.

“..Never let go..” Ghost mumbles in your ear, his voice slightly breaking. “Please..”

‘Please’ that word sounded so heartbreaking out of his lips. You just nodded and he let go of you, that was the first time Ghost has ever done that with you. He sat down and pretended like nothing happened and he expected you to do the same.

The rest of the games continued, you would join but not most of them since your feet were tired. Ghost kept you close to him, awfully close. If any of your guy friends approached the two of you, his grip would become tighter on you. The games went on for another hour, soon the bride Rachel announced she would be throwing her bouquet soon.

“You’d think that..You could get the bouquet as well?” Ghost asks, looking at you, before looking at some girls in the center. “If you stand in the back the odds of you getting it are twenty out of hundred.”

“I don’t like the whole bouquet stuff, Rachel would make the girl kiss their partner if they got it.” You reply looking over to the other females. “Plus, I think I won enough games already.”

“Wouldn’t hurt to just have a good time.” Ghost adds looking at you now which you don’t notice. “Who knows if we'll ever be alive to see another wedding..”

You think for a moment then nod, standing up from your seat you walk over to the back. The bride calls out more females to the floor making sure it's even for all the females. The groom gets a chair and Rachel gets on it, she turns her back to the others on the dance floor, people start counting down for her to throw the bouquet. Rachel throws it a three and it hits a fan on the ceiling, which bounces the bouquet and it hits you right in the face. People laugh and cheer as you now hold the bouquet, Ghost eyes widen as he didn’t even expect that himself to happen out of all the possibilities.

“Kiss your partner now!” Rachel says with a smile as she walks over and drags you to Ghost. “Kiss kiss!”

“Rachel, please no lets just move on to the res–” You try to say, but Ghost grabs your waist turning you to him. “Wai–”

Ghost takes his mask down and plants a sloppy kiss on your lips. He holds your hips, making sure he can hold you correctly. You lean into the kiss and start to close your eyes. It seemed like Ghost wanted to do it for a long time. Ghost breaks the kiss and pulls his mask back and places his hand on your face. He gives you a wink before creasing your cheek with his thumb. Rachel soon walks away leaving you to stare at Ghost in shock.

“I can’t be arsed to care about what you’re thinking..” Ghost mumbles before taking his seat again. “It's all pretend.”

You look at him still in shock and turn away, soon enough you found yourself drinking some fine wine being offered around. Ghost on the other hand remained sober, unwilling to talk to any other female that approached him. His eyes on you as you chugged down wine, there was a time he got worried as people cheered you on to keep drinking. You knew how to handle your liquor, but Ghost didn’t know that. You look at Ghost and give him a drunken smile, yet his eyes narrow seeing that you're drunk down.

“That’s enough drinking now.” Ghost mumbles taking the glass of wine out of your hand. “Do you hear me?”

“I'm fine, Ghost. I can't get drunk so easily with wine.” You say looking at him hoping he would give back the wine glass. “Can I have it back?”

“No, that's enough wine for you today..” Ghost says and sets your glass on the table. “If you keep drinking or try to drink again I will get up and leave.”

You stare at Ghost and soon take your own seat, You lean against his arm and sigh. Maybe you had been drinking too much, maybe the wine was too much for you. Ghost turned his attention to you, pulled you closer to him, almost as if he wanted you on his lap. You nuzzled your face against his arm and closed your eyes, you were starting to blackout..

“You okay..?” Ghost asked with high concred in his voice. “You need to head home?”

“Probably..” You mumble before looking at him. “I might have drank too much today..”

Ghost sighs and helps you stand up, he grabs your bag and starts to walk out with you. Rachel noticed and walked over with the groom, they called out for you and Ghost. He hesitated to stop but did since they were your friends. Rachel and her husband Aaron look at you and then at Ghost.

“You two leaving?” Rachel asks slightly hurt by this. “It's only twelve in the morning”

“She had too much to drink and wanted to go home.” Ghost says looking at Rachel, slight haterade he didn’t like her at all. “If you care about her, you wouldn’t have to come and question why she is leaving early.”

“Easy now, we don’t need an aggressive tone here.” Aaron speaks up trying to make things settle. “We are in the wrong for cheering them on..”

Ghost starts to walk away with you, he makes sure you can lean on him as you two walk. He knew where your car was parked, the exact spot without even checking. You looked at Ghost a little concerned as to how he knew where your car was parked. He takes the keys out of your bag and looks at you.

“I'll drive you home then get an uber back here to drive my own car.” Ghost says and opens the passenger door. “Come on..”

You stare at him for a moment and get in your own car. Ghost closes the door and walks to the other side, he opens the door to the driver side, he sits down then adjusts the seat. Ghost looks over at you for a moment and pulls his mask off completely. Then grabs your head gently with the palm of his hand on the back of your head. He leans in and kisses you, the kiss was less sloppy than before. Ghost gently grabs a fist full of your hair and pulls you closer, he can’t get enough of your lips.

Ghost moves his other hand to your neck, you look at him as he leans in for another kiss. Your lips crash against his, he groans in the kiss. The hand on your neck gives you a gentle squeeze. Ghost hand on your hair moves to your back, he bushes the straps of your dress and looks at you with desire.

“Are you okay with this doll?” Ghost asks, looking at you. “Do you like me kissing you?”

Ghost looks at you and smiles, it is odd but yet comforting. You meet in his gaze and place your hands on his cheeks.The palm of your hands brush against his stubble, he leans close to you. Another kiss is shared between the two of you, Ghost wraps his arm around your waist. Pulling you closer to him, he lets go of your neck, placing his hand on your thigh, rubbing gentle circles on your skin. Without a thought he kisses your neck as you let go of his face, you toge on his shirt and bite your lip.

“Use your words..” Ghost says giving your thigh a gentle squeeze. “Come on..”

“I want this Ghost..” You reply as he places his hand on your chin. “Don’t.. Make me beg..”

“You’re drunk.. If you were sober maybe I would go further with you princess..” Ghost mumbled before turning his attention to the steering wheel. “Let’s get you home.”

You stare at Ghost feeling disappointed, but understand that he wanted to keep his desires in check. Ghost pulled out of the parking lot and headed into the road, once in a while he would look over at your body. How it bounced to each bump on the road, his desires and mind started to wonder as the straps on your dress slid off your shoulders. Ghost stops the car by a park nearby and turns the car off, he couldn’t hold back anymore. He turns his attention to you and your neck. Pulling you close, Ghost leans his face to your neck..

“You drive me crazy, a crazy I can't hide anymore…” Ghost murmurs before kissing your neck. “Do you want this doll? Do you want me to take you here and now..?”

You let out a soft moan and nod, Ghost wastes no time helping you get on his lap, he leans the seat back. You hear him undo his buckle of his pants, he was wasting no time to take you. To give you the pleasure you two desire in such close space. You kiss Ghost and watch as he moves his hand to your inner thighs, he gives them a gentle squeeze. He slides his fingers against your clit, shivers go down your spine.

“Look at you.. Already wet, partially dripping onto my fingers.” Ghost teases and rubs circles on your clit. “Think you can take me baby? Think you can take me like the good girl you are..”

A whimper escapes your mouth and you look down at Ghost. Who’s admiring the faces you make to his touch, the sweet sounds you give him. Ghost soon removes his hand away from your pussy and licks his finger, you blush to his action.

“Why would you do that..” You mumble in slight embarrassment. “Gh–”

“It's Simon to you princess..” Ghost says inserting two fingers into your pussy without a warning.

You arch your back and let out a loud moan, he didn’t give you any warning. Slowly he fingered you, enjoying watching you come undone to just his fingers. Ghost moved at a slow pace, wanting to savor every second of your reaction. Your hips soon started to move on their own, your body wanting more of his finger. Ghost pulls them out and looks at you while you let out a small whimper. Ghost chuckles and moves his throbbing cock close to your pussy.

“Patience, pretty girl. Patience..” Ghost mumbles and looks at you. “You think that you can handle it?”

You give an quick nod and try to place your body on his cock, but Ghost stops you and rubs your hips. He knew you wanted as much as he did, but he wanted to make sure you could take him. Ghost brushed his hands on your hips and bit his lip, he wanted to just ruin you and keep you close to him.

“Gh–Simon.. Please..” You beg now looking down at him. “Please.. I can’t keep waiting..”

You start to beg him, he loves the sight of you begging, the sound of your whimpers wanting your own hips to be placed on his. Ghost without warning drops your body on to his cock, he lets out a satisfied groan as you let out a small cry. You have taken every single inch of him, Ghost rubs your hips again letting you adjust to him. Some tears escape your eyes and you hold onto the handle off the door. Ghost shifts on the car seat and lets out a groan as take more of him in.

“Bloody hell..you're so perfect.. So bloody perfect for me..” Ghost moans out and closes his eyes. “Perfectly made for me baby..” He pauses for a moment and digs his fingers on the side of your hips. “Think you can move a baby girl, think you can move this beautiful body of yours?”

You give him a gentle nod and slowly bounce on his cock. Ghost groans as he squeezes his eyes shut, he lets go of your hips and places his hands on your thighs. Giving them a good squeeze, you can’t help but moan his name as your hips move.

“That’s it princess that's it..” Ghost murmurs while giving your thighs another squeeze. “ Use my cock to satisfy this pussy of yours.”

Ghost was completely pussy drunk, mumbling things as you bounced on his cock. Ghost opened his eyes soon enough to catch a glimpse of your face, how you particularly looked at him. Ghost moves his hands back to your waist, he adjusts himself and thrust into you. You let out a moan, Ghost started to move himself as you arched your back trembling as you were on your high with him, Your eyes rolled back and your moans were music to his ears.

“Cum for me baby, cum for me..”Ghost says, thrusting his cock recklessly into you. “That’s it, love.. Bloody hell..that's it clinching that pussy around my cock.”

Without another word you moan loudly and let your body fall on him, You had reached your orgasm. Ghost wasn't so far behind, he pulled out and came on your ass, he groaned and soon wrapped his arms around you. He took steady breaths and brushed his hand on your hair. Gently patting your back with his other hand.

“You did so good for me doll.. So good..” Ghost murmurs into your ear and holds you close. “Breath..”

“I.. love you..” You reply without thinking. “I really..love you..”

Ghost looked at you and then sigh softly before kissing your head. He holds you close but says nothing. The both of you stay like that for a couple minutes, crickets and sounds of nature lay on your ears as finally Ghost speaks.

“I love you too..” Ghost mumbles creasing your face, before kissing your cheek. “We still need to get you home.”

You nodded and lifted yourself off of Ghost. You sat back in the passenger seat and watched as Ghost buckled his pants up again, you in the meantime fixed your panties. He started the car and got out of the parking lot of the park. Ghost glanced over at you while he drove. Things were definitely never gonna be the same between him and you, Ghost knew that like you did. He placed his hand on your thigh and gave it a gentle squeeze. You looked at Ghost, as he drove your car, the car you had your first time with Ghost, so many thoughts and so many questions but what did that matter now? This wedding was definitely going to be an unforgettable one.

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cod-dump · 1 year ago

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SoapGhost

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Ghost was assigned to a mission out of country. He was only supposed to be gone for two weeks maximum but shit happened. Weeks turned into months and no one was sure when he would come back. Soap was scheduled to go on leave but he refused, choosing to continue working and waiting for Ghost to come back.

Soap wasn't worried about Ghost, the mission wasn't dangerous and if anything did go sideways he had no doubt the man could handle himself. But he missed him. God, he missed him so much. The weekly, single texts sent to update Soap and tell him he was fine didn't give him anything. He needed to hear his voice, see his face.

This was driving him insane and yet he couldn't tell anybody about it. Soap couldn't tell Price or Gaz why he was so anxious for Ghost to come back. Price had made it clear before that dating between 141 members was a big 'no'. So he kept quiet and tried to make it seem that not seeing Ghost for so long wasn't breaking his heart.

One day, Price pulled Soap into his office for a chat.

"You're going on leave."

"Captain, I'm fine-"

"I'm not giving you the option to decline again."

Soap groans, standing to leave when Price says something that makes him freeze.

"So, how long have you two been seeing each other?"

Soap stood there, back to Price while staring at the office door. He tried to keep his voice level as he spoke but there was still a shake laced with his voice.

"What?"

"I'm not blind, Sergeant. How long have you and Simon been seeing each other?"

Soap swallows and turns to Price, "What makes you think we're-?"

Price gives him a look and Soap cuts himself off.

"Since December of last year."

Price thinks for a moment before nodding, "That is the time you two started sneaking around."

"You noticed?"

"Stealth hasn't always been your strong suit, Johnny."

"Fuck."

Price didn't have any indication to how he felt about this. His facial expression was rather neutral and there wasn't any notable emotions in his eyes. Soap remained standing, unsure what to say or do next. He's gone against Price's rules and Soap knows Price isn't about to let Ghost go in favor of keeping him.

He was fucked.

Price was far too calm right now. Soap has seen his silent anger before and this was looking very similar to it. But there wasn't any obvious anger in his eyes and he was very relaxed in his chair. Leaning back, appearing rather relaxed and comfortable. What ever was about to happen wasn't going to keep Price up at night.

"Who started it? This... relationship?"

Soap blinks, Price staring at him intently, "Me..."

"Has Simon made you feel pressured into being with him?"

"What-? No, sir."

Price hums, seemingly satisfied by this.

"Couple weeks leave, Sergeant. Better be off base by the end of the day."

Soap was waiting for something else to come out of Price's mouth. Something brash, something that showed how disappointed he was, how angry he was that Soap went behind his back. But nothing else came and Price was looking at him like he was wondering why the hell Soap was still in his office gawking at him. Soap left, mind racing. He tries to keep himself calm as he packs his bag. Where was the hellfire? Where was Price throwing him out of 141? Man had a hell of a temper. Where was it?

He left base without incident though he was waiting for something, anything, to happen.

Soap made it to his flat, shaken from his all too calm encounter with Price. He just dropped his bag by the front door and chose to go lay down in bed. This was too much and yet nothing had happened. Did Price already get a hold of Ghost and tell him that he knew? Was Ghost given a different talk, something actually fueled by anger?

Has he even talked to him yet? No, probably not. No, Price must be waiting for Ghost to get back so he can chew him out in person. There is no way Ghost isn't going the third degree, not when he's gone against one of Price's big rules.

Soap laid there for hours, doing nothing but staring at his bedroom's ceiling. Then-

BANG!

"Fucking hell!"

Soap jumps out of bed, grabbing his gun from the dresser. He rushes into the living room and freezes when he sees Ghost laying on the floor, obviously having tripped over Soap's bag that he had left by the door. He was just laying on his stomach, face down on the floor, completely still. It almost like he was laying there in defeat.

"Simon!? What the fuck are you doing here!?"

Ghost didn't look up and just continued laying on the floor like that, legs propped up on Soap's bag.

"Wow, and I thought you would be happy to see me. Not even a kiss or hug or shit."

Soap puts his gun on the end table before rushing over to Ghost. He kneels beside him, touching his shoulder.

"I am- Fuck, are you alright?"

"Fine. Just tired as fuck."

Ghost finally climbs up, groaning as he sits on the floor, "Why would you leave your bag there for me to trip over?"

Soap lets out a short laugh, "Wasn't expecting company..."

Ghost tilts his head, "What do you mean you weren't expecting company?"

"I... wasn't expecting company?"

"What- You knew I was coming here straight from the air field."

"No?"

Ghost was very confused, "What- Didn't Price tell you?"

Soap blinks at the mention of Price, "He knew you were coming here?"

Ghost was more dumbfounded, looking around before looking back at Soap, "Yes! Fuck, he's the one who suggested it!"

"WHAT!?"

"Price was supposed to tell you before sending you on leave. Did he... not tell you?"

"No! He fucking called me into his office and asked about us dating then sent me on leave! He fucking knows we're dating, Si!"

Ghost grabs Soap's shoulder, trying to calm him, "Easy, Johnny. He's known for awhile, it isn't a big deal."

"What the fuck do you mean he's known for awhile!?"

Ghost was looking at Soap like he was insane. He opened and closed his mouth multiple times, not saying anything. Soap could tell he was thinking hard with his movements. Finally, he releases Soap's shoulder and lets his hand drop.

"Johnny... he's known since the beginning."

Soap blinks, "You're lying..."

"I'm not. I already had the talk with him back in January."

Soap gawks, "He's known since fucking January!?"

"Johnny, please tell me you're fucking with me. Everyone has known since January!"

"Not me!"

Ghost snaps his mouth shut, biting his lip. He's trying not to laugh because he's fucking with Soap or everything he's saying is true and he's trying to keep himself calm. Keep be either one. After several moments of silence, Soap groans.

"Oh my fucking god!"

"How are you the last to know!?"

Soap lays on the floor, mortified he's been 'sneaking' around everyone, thinking he was fooling them. God, he hasn't been fooling anyone but himself. Worst part was the heart attack Price gave him-

Price.

"Oh he's such an asshole!"

Soap stands, leaving Ghost confused on the floor. He marches straight into his bedroom and grabs his phone, calling Price. He waits, tapping his foot on the floor. He could feel his eye twitching as the phone rang until, finally, Price picked up.

"Sergeant-"

"You're a fucking asshole!"

Price immediately started to laugh. Soap's felt his face heat up with a mixture of embarrassment and rage.

"You fucking knew since January! How could you fuck with me like that!?"

Price wheezes, "Am I not allowed any fun?"

"NO! You're not! In fact- You-You're fucking grounded from fun! Banned! No more fun for you!"

Price was losing it on the other side. Wheezing and coughing, laughing like a maniac. Soap was so mad at him but he couldn't help but smile. He hadn't heard Price laugh like this in ages. Actually, he's not sure if he had ever heard Price laugh like this at all. Soap sits on the bed, most of his rage melting away with Price having a field day.

"Calm down, old man, before you pull something."

Price slowly calms himself but the laughter never left him, "Enjoy your surprise?"

"Yea..."

"Good. You both need a good bit to relax."

Soap sighs, "Thank you, sir."

"Have a good leave, Johnny."

Soap sighs and looks over, seeing Ghost leaning on the bedroom door.

"That's how you know he likes you."

"By giving me a heart attack?"

"He wouldn't have done that if he didn't like you."

Soap smiles as Ghost comes over and sits next to him. Ghost grabs him and pulls him close.

"Now give me my kiss, you neglectful cunt."

Soap laughs and leans over to kiss Ghost.

#call of duty #cod mwii #modern warfare ii #simon ghost riley #john soap mactavish #john price #soapghost #ghostsoap #fic #fanfic #also on ao3

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cloudypariah · 11 months ago

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love How to perpetrate and sabotage your own kidnapping: A guide for dummies.

What if reader was or is married. If reader was married, do you think the boys would try and copy what their previous partner did, and try to be better if reader is divorced.

Reader is married, their trying to sabotage the marriage in every pay possible, they deserve you not that idiot you married. and they won’t stop until you’re single again and ready to be theirs

Thanks! I’m terrible with compliments but I’m happy to bring you this silly black comedy of a series.

Now if reader was married, they boys would dig in to find out what happened. That board comes up a lot earlier. If your ex-partner was still alive, their information goes on the other side of the board. The guys are less concerned about them so long as they stay out of the picture. They’ll dig in about how your ex messed up the marriage because there’s no way it was you, you’re too lovely.

The problems lies with getting said information from you. It’s not exactly like they can ask you about that, but they’ll note the way your nose scrunches in a sour response to something mundane.

(One time Ghost overheard you muttering to yourself while you were going over a pile of recruitment paperwork, “He looks like he bites into bananas with the skin on. Never making that fucking mistake again.” He promptly wheels himself back to the cafeteria on base where he sees Johnny halfway through an unpeeled banana, grateful that he now finally has a decent enough excuse to tell Johnny to absolutely never do that again because fucking hell that shite should be considered a war crime.)

If you are still married, then that’s more of a problem. Your spouse remains on the other side of the board, which fills up quickly with personal information, from their first job through to their diet. Even if your partner appears infallible they will find something.

The problem is, if your partner seems like a paragon of niceness, you’re all too aware of it. And forget about bringing up something which could suggest how unhappy the 141 men are, because you - in a baffling fit of blindness - truly believe that it must be because they’re single and lonely. This you begin your crusade of blind doubles dates, so not only do each of the men have to watch you cozy up to the “supposed” love of your life, they have to let somebody down at the end of the night too.

(One time Johnny shows up with you only to find that his date is Simon. The car ride to base is very awkward for the two of them.

“Price and Garrick-”

“-are to never fucking hear about this.”

“… So we aren’t, y’know-”

“No.”

“Is it the way I eat bananas? I am capable of using less teeth, Lt.”

“Sergeant, do us a favour and shut the fuck up.”)

At the end of the day, Task Force 141 are exceptional at infiltration and will utilise their skills to ensure that no matter how small any fissure may be in your relationship, they will with time crack it open further, to the point of instability. The love you and your spouse share may withstand the test of time, but not the test of pressure that’s about to come your way.

#call of duty x reader #john price x reader #johnny mactavish x reader #kyle garrick x reader #simon riley x reader #cloudypariah writes #how to perpetrate and sabotage your own kidnapping: a guide for dummies

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sergeant-angels-trashcan · 4 months ago

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@alliioop Ummmm???? UMMMM??

(text: Also imagine this as the beginning of Kate x 141 where gaz gets in on it cause he takes Kate on a date where they bust a human trafficking ring and she comes back to ghost and price like we have to marry him and then Johnny finds out and pouts and whines about being left out until Kate just makes out with him to shut him)

Loving thissss. Price is secretly like "yesss fist pump" about Gaz. And Ghost is also a little pouty. What about his sergeant, eh? Just going to leave Johnny out? All alone? He's going to be insufferable. (So he's going to be normal?). Kate WILL NOT be peer pressured into another boyfriend/husband she WILL NOT, three is QUITE enough thank you (I think quite is one of those words that has different connotations on either side of the pond. she means NOPE THAT'S PLENTY and the guys hear "three is actually not enough")

And then she and Johnny blow something up (he was whining immediately before this about feeling left out btw) and she's like shit. They were right. Grabs him by his tac vest and lays one on him that he eagerly reciprocates. Winds up with Price, Ghost, and Gaz standing over them until they realize they're not alone and all three of them being smug as hell because they TOLD her. Which, well. They don't have to be rude about it, you know she doesn't have to have sex with ANY of you

(More pouting from Soap because he "didnae do anything, bonnie!! Why'm I getting punished???")

Soap would be such a dork about it. Will tell complete strangers "that's my girl" vendors at farmers markets BEWARE he will not shut up about her. He's a hype man at heart. Soap is also the only one who will cyberbully Captain America with her

Kate and Gaz would do fashion/ootd tiktoks. The other guys are like it's dinner not a vogue photo shoot (to YOU. not to me and Gaz we're different) Gaz wouldn't be as into it on his own but Kate is an enabler so they judge big fashion events together. The Met Gala is like the superbowl for them. They watch the Oscars and Grammys but ONLY the red carpet. I'm so serious about this. Gaz treats it the same as the World Cup. Snack and drink prep? Exactly the same. Yelling at the TV? you know it. He and Kate snuggled up on the couch heckling the E! reporters. Soap will ask them sarcastic fashion questions that they don't clock as sarcastic. He loves setting them off. (Shortest question with the longest answer? "What's wrong with Chanel?" Yes, he keeps track)

I love the "person gets aggressively hit on while out and their significant other terrifies the creep away" trope which is primo with every member of the 141 and Kate but Kate is also terrifying and very defensive of her boys and again Soap LOVES this shit. Eats it up. Someone hits on Soap at a bar or club and he's trying to give a polite brush off and it's not working. Kate comes up and glowers at the other person, slipping her arm around his waist. Soap, who is at minimum a head taller than her, just curls into her, tucking his face into her neck all hiiii bonnie, my hero :))) clings to her like a limpet. A barnacle.

Kate Big Spoon agenda. Soap loves being little spoon. Can and has picked up his jetpack and simply carried around a sleeping Kate clinging to his back. has also done this, flopped down on the couch, facedown, with Kate still on his back. Kate wakes up SO disoriented. Ghost and Gaz have picked her up and moved her to her/their bed at various times. They're all terrified about what a heavy sleeper she is until they're actually out on a mission of some kind and Soap does some ridiculous little tiny kitten sneeze and she bolts up ready to run

gaz and kate skincare dates

#kate bishop #hawkeye #hawkeye x tf141 #tf 141 #call of duty #kyle garrick #johnny mactavish #john price #simon riley #love at first boom #kate bishop x soap mactavish #kate bishop x gaz garrick

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radiojamming · 2 years ago

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actually literally just give me more dr. adler facts i would love to hear them (and also make her befriend my own doctor ty)

yes hello they are now friends we are in agreement 🤝

She's from a town in Baden-Württemberg called Oberkochen. She grew up speaking Swabian German but started stifling the dialect after going to school in Berlin.

She's the first person in her family to go to medical school and her parents are very proud of her! The only reason she joined the Bundeswehr was because a friend of hers said it would be her best bet to get a job right away.

Turns out she's hella good at her job. Like, freaky good. Thus why she got promoted all the way up to Oberstabsarzt after years of experience.

She's named after her great grandmother. Only very, very close friends and family can call her Leonie, and fewer still can call her Leo or Lennie.

One of her nicknames in the 141 is Addie. She thinks it's pretty cute.

tbh she's not as serious as she looks. She has chronic RBF and can't help it! 99% of the time, her mind's wandering and she's thinking of what to get for dinner or what movie to watch when she gets a break. Sometimes she thinks about aquarium animals! :)

Incredibly serious about patient wellness. When she gets into the 141, she makes sure everyone is up to date on everything. Thus, you get situations like this:

Dentistry grosses her out and she hates mouth noises. One of her best friends from the Bundeswehr is a dentist, though.

Also very good friends with @highempressofdirt's Birke/Birch. Adler calls her 'Birke the Sheep Farmer' and Birch calls her 'Leonie the Human Doctor'. It's a 'you had to be there' thing.

Loves punk music! When her office is empty, she blasts Die Toten Hosen or Die Ärzte at a cathartically high volume. (Die Ärzte is a particular favorite because their name means 'the physicians'.)

Related to that, the only bone she ever broke was a wrist from stage diving at a concert of all things. To her credit, she didn't notice it was broken until she got home.

She has four tattoos but no one's ever seen them (yet). They are only known through rumors.

Does an incredible impression of a train station announcer.

In both the Bundeswehr and the 141, she ends up being the designated hairdresser in the field. She's the only one with steady enough hands and an eye for styling using only the equipment available (which is sometimes bandage scissors).

She does very well under pressure. She chalks it up to having a 'doctor mode' and a 'human mode'. Doctor mode can come across as very robotic and pragmatic, but no one can say they've ever seen her panic.

Sometimes she forgets to feed herself when she's working. Whoops.

Movie nerd! She has a lot of Criterion Collection films, but also a whole collection of aaaawful movies that no one should watch. Those are her favorites.

Bisexual! She's not out out, but she'll confirm it if anyone asks.

Loves to hike and ski! She turns off her phone on vacation and pretty much goes off grid into the mountains at the first chance she gets.

I ship her with König most of the time, but I do have a few other ships with her and different characters that are really fun.

#cod: mw2 #mw2 oc #oc: dr leonie adler #thank you for asking about her though ;w; i love talking about herrrr

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I’m so excited for your Price x reader story. I’d love to see what he’s like with someone on equal footing as him. Don’t get me wrong. Him dating a member of the team makes for an interesting take and I love to see it but personally I don’t see him crossing the line in that manner. I’ll still read the hell out of those stories though because writers in this fandom are incredibly talented and the outcome is always amazing.

How do you see Price in his romantic life? He’s so gruff and no nonsense in the field with the pressure of his responsibilities as captain but you still see a tender side to him with his interactions with Farrah for example. I’d like to think he’s like a teddy bear under it all. Do you think he’d immediately warm to reader? Or at least after reader sets him straight when he’s not listening to medical advice or taking out his frustrations on them?

I see them both as two people dedicated to their jobs and who are comfortable with themselves and don’t need someone to “complete” them but are willing to take a chance at this point in their lives. Reader does not NEED him but WANTS him in their life and is there to support them and vice versa.

Perhaps it takes him a bit by surprise because he’s always had to be the strong one, the one in charge, the one to take care of things. He’s dated people who were in love with his title, that loved dating a military man, and it’s always left him feeling like the real him was not enough but with reader he gets to simply be John and not Captain Price.

I think everybody immediately feels that Price needs a hardass love interest. Like super firm and put him in his place kinda gal.

I disagree

I also think that he'd never cross the line of dating someone in the 141. His morals are too Hugh and it doesn't matter how much he likes someone in there he'd never compromise his team like that. It creates so many fucking issues that the team would eventually disband. It's really easy to write Price with someone in the 141 for a quick one shot and so I totally understand others who write that, but for a proper chapter story, there's no fuckin way.

I think John's SO is kind until they have to be firm. John deals with gruff, full on people every day of the week, people of authority and people who are his subordinates alike. He has no issue listening to those around him and he's got no power problems where he can't relinquish control.

He's a great leader, he doesn't actually NEED to be put in his place. What he needs is support. My reader x Price will be medic based, they will be a logistics team attached to the 141 for the big missions and on base medic for the rest of the time. So, not part of the 141, just attached and under different command.

The reader is the commander of their medical team, definitely not lacking in authority but they're gentle until otherwise.

I think they'd be perfect for Price, someone to soften him, break down his walls and let him relax. Someone he doesn't have to worry about getting shot in the head, someone he can just be happy with. Someone who's intelligent and competent and badass in their own way.

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echo-three-one · 4 years ago

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Whatever It Takes

Sequel to A Forgotten Memory

Soap and France joins Alexandra Ryder, an INTERPOL Agent tasked to eliminate all pieces of EMP-based weaponry as they investigate one of Berlin's cell towers for a possible source of a planned wide scale EMP blast. Will the team capture Augustus?

Chapter 11 to another story made by Ray (echo-three-one) Comments and Reviews appreciated! I hope you enjoy! Love you all ��️

Previous Chapter : The Heart Knows what the Mind doesn't

“The Berlin Tower”

John ‘Soap’ MacTavish

Task Force 141 with INTERPOL

Berlin, Germany

Soap was kinda bummed that this isn’t a Nero case and that Ghost and Roach got to tag along with Captain Price on a possible lead. But he had to do what was instructed of him, it was a low chance for Augustus to be in this tower but he and France are on a joint operation with INTERPOL to disable the planted attachment on this tower. It’s for a great cause.

He nodded to Agent Ryder as she signaled them both to advance, he smirked slightly at France’s sight as she looked horrible at that camo paint. He noted to himself to tell her that as soon as this mission is over.

“Remember Sargeant, remind us about signs of Augustus and we’ll get there ASAP.” Soap remembered Shepherd’s words that will be his objective for this mission. He followed France and guarded her Six, secretly admiring her figure while he did it. He may show hostility toward the female soldier, but he kinda admires her determination, her attitude towards work and her face in general. He may be against relationships while on the job but he considered asking her out after all of this was over, with less EMP blasts would be better.

“Soap! Advance now! Can you hear me?” France hinted at him over comms as he quickly responded and moved to the next position. The huge iron tower loomed before the squad as they scaled the treacherous cliffside.

“Ryder, what’s the situation over there?” the pilot asked.

“Looks like illegal settlers found themselves a home at the base of the tower. We’ll be watching you from down here.” she replied, France caught a glance of Soap and they nodded to each other reminding themselves to be wary of Augustus.

Soap eyed his scope toward the settlement camp as the helo ascended up the tower, he noticed that they were detaching the houses of their roofs, revealing a missile-like structure.

“SAM!” Soap yelled over comms but he was too late. Rockets ejected from the machine and headed straight for the helo. The pilot fired a flare, deflecting the first wave of missiles but another one quickly followed, sending them to spin out of control.

The settlers followed the helicopter as it crashed down the cliff, making sure that no one escaped to tell the tale of the tower’s secret. This was their time to move, the unexpected diversion they created actually turned the battle into their favor.

"All teams advised to proceed with caution." Alexandra informed as the small group proceeded to rustle the leaves and advanced to the base of the tower.

"Doesn't this thing have elevators? Who in the world would think stairs would be appropriate here?" an agent complained upon seeing the spiraling steps of the tower.

"Let's split." Alexandra instructed.

"We circle back to the other side and plant c4 charges on the SAM sites on the far end of the settlement. Everyone nodded and the team's demolitions expert provided them c4 charges.

Soap carefully kept his while France continued to support Agent Ryder. This also splits the two 141 members in case Augustus is on the other half of the settlement. He nodded France a 'see you soon' gesture as the rest of the team parted ways and proceeded to objective.

Soap carefully crept across the small entrance of the village, eyeing his sights on the critical corners of the area. He knew most of the people inside investigated the chopper crash and that leaves their base wide open for a surprise attack. He continued hugging the thin walls of the settlement, signaling the rest of the small squad to cover each other.

The other team split up as they entered the base, taking care of the other side of their half.

It was too quiet. No weapons were being fired, could it be that the base is really empty?

"What's everyone's sitrep? Over." Alexandra whispered softly over comms.

"It's too quiet." Soap replied.

"Stay frosty." She replied. Soap signaled the two other agents to cover for him as he entered the house which housed one of the four SAM turrets.

"C4 is planted." he announced. Everyone else seemed to plant theirs as well.

"Let's regroup and detonate. I'm already seeing them fleeing back here."

"Rog." everyone else noted and stepped to objective. Then a single shot was fired, hitting one of Soap's team on the shoulder.

"Get down!" He roared as they looked for cover, and just like that, the team's cover was already blown and reinforcements were already on their way back from the crash.

"They're closing in. It's too critical! Try to stay away from the turrets! We'll have to detonate from danger close and extract!" Alexandra ordered over comms. Soap was too busy shooting tangos but they just kept on surrounding them.

The ground shook violently as one of the cornet SAM sites exploded, crippling the enemies which provided Soap a small window of opportunity to move away from the turret and shoot the nearby enemies.

"Let's push forward!" He commanded. It was a matter of life and death as the forces surrounding them began to regroup.

"None of our troops from the blast site are responding!" Ryder yelled desperately, the hope in her voice started to fade.

"Shit! We're doing a danger close detonation grab onto something!" The second quadrant team yelled as another explosion shook the ground. Instead of moving forward, Soap's team actually fell back as the large wave started to surround them, pressuring the team not to detonate the remaining two SAMs.

"We're surrounded by a helluva lot of tangos Ryder. You have to detonate the closest one to you so the bird can extract! We'll make a run for it." Soap yelled at the team leader.

"Shit! France, cover me while I make a run for it." Ryder yelled over comms. A few seconds later the third SAM site exploded, leaving Soap's SAM the only one left.

The blast's heat crawled through MacTavish's skin as he took one step back firing enemies conservatively. He threw his rifle straight at the closing enemy's head and switched to his sidearm. He took another step back and he already felt the warm surface of the humming SAM turret, looking up at the sky, ready to assault any flying object it sees. If only he could get his team so move at a safe distance away from it and finally click his detonator.

He peeked through the opening to check on his team, one already fell flat on the ground while the other one was taking heavy fire.

"Shit." he cursed and quickly hid his head as bullets started ricocheting toward him. He took a quick peek at his inventory and did the math. If he played his cards right, he had a slim chance of saving the other ally and actually making it out alive.

He took another peek and started his plan, but all that's left of his remaining ally was a lying dead body on a pool of crimson colored liquid. He was now alone. Mission Impossible.

He hid back and inhaled. He was running out of hope, he wanted to make it out alive. He wanted to ask France out for a date. He still wanted to see tomorrow's sunrise.

Soap desperately grabbed his trusty sidearm and shot each approaching enemy. One bullet per person meant he could fend off at least 48 of them, assuming he hits everyone in the head. His teammates were nowhere to be found and the rescue helicopter was already whirring at the distance.

Ryder and what's left of her team were slowly gathering by the extraction zone while Soap was still stuck in a pinch. It looked like the enemies didn't care about them and focused their attention on the remaining Scotsman. Strength in Numbers.

Overpowered and quickly running out of bullets, Soap ran for it, staying low on the ground, blindly evading flying bullets and clicking his detonator. He hoped to use the blast as a boost to further push him to France's direction but the way his body bent blew him sideways, toward the center of the base. Soap's body slammed against the makeshift walls as he rolled to the ground rendering him almost unconscious.

He coughed and struggled to get up, limping toward a safe wall, leaning against the soft walls, and gasping for air.

"It's no use, France. We can't stay here any longer. We have to ascend." Ryder advised as Soap struggled to get up, his vision blurred and his ears rang.

Soap wanted to talk but his hands were too injured to press the button, he rolled his eyes and scanned the area. His teammates were already gone, and he felt blood trickled against his cheek, while his mouth tasted like iron. With the last bit of strength he showed his game face and pointed his gun while his arms trembled from exhaustion.

"Last seven bullets. So this is how it ends." he chuckled, trying to make the situation a lot less depressing.

"One." he fired, the tango was close enough that he actually got pushed back on impact.

"Two." he fired, making an approaching tango cripple and fall.

"Three." he shot but missed, clicking his tongue.

"Four. Finally" he exhaled, squaring the target straight through the head.

"Fi-" he got kicked, causing him to drop the sidearm as he rolled to the ground.

"John! Noooo!" France's voice filled comms. Soap tried to reach his hand to the flying helicopter with the last of his strength, but it was no use. He couldn't move his leg or roll his body due to the stomps he kept getting. His vision slowly faded and the last thing he heard was France sobbing through comms.

Next Chapter : Uninvited Guests

Notification Squad my beloved

@beemybee @enderio @smokeywhalee @samatedeansbroccoli @ricinbach @whimsywispsblog

#horRAYfic #whateverittakes #john soap mactavish #john price #simon ghost riley #gary roach sanderson #alex echo 3 1 #juju on that beat #sorry

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aeori-o · 5 years ago

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So long 2019!

I usually try and get these up December 31st not January 1st but, really, it’s 24 hours apart, does it really matter?

End of a year! And end of a decade!

I usually go over my yearly reading first. I wanted to get the “bad” out of the way first this time. This year I continued to stagnate creatively. I haven’t drawn anything since Qelvi back in January of 2018. I have written but mostly in role-plays with Vin and the other stuff I haven’t tracked very well. I don’t know how to track it in a way that’s clear and also easy to remember.

In the past my goals going into the new year have always been along the line of “do a little of [thing] every day” and that is super not working for me. So this year I’m going to try and change it up. For writing all I want to do is a five minute, free-flow, unplanned just-put-pen-to-paper-and-write based off a prompt. That should be do-able as there’s no pressure of it having to be connected to a larger work. There’s no planning and thus no pressure except to take five minutes and do it. I think in the past I’ve tried to do that in addition to x amount of words or pages per day. I’m just gonna scale it back and see if I can get myself to do the bare minimum consistently and see where that goes.

As for drawing. Ideally I’d like to do a little bit every day so I can actually get better at it, but as that’s been my goal for the last several years and I have not done it even a little bit these past two years I’m going to change my goals for drawing up, as well. Instead of trying to do anything consistently I’m just going to make it my goal to do one drawing a month. That’s it. I don’t need to show it to anyone, or post it, or whatever. Just one drawing I can consider “complete” every month. Complete doesn’t need to be polished I just don’t want to do nothing again and this seems do-able. We’ll see how it turns out at the end of the year.

Reading! My goal was to read 100 books this year and then I got sucked into playing Fortnite halfway through the year and basically read nothing in May. I read as much as I did last year, so I’m not torn up about the amount I read, but just once I do want to read 100 books in a year. (Not counting graphic novels, because I read through them too quickly and it doesn’t feel the same as reading a novel). So next year will be attempt number 2 at reading 100 in a year because I don’t think I should give up after not meeting it once. Life happens, sometimes we play more video games than we should, I still read 78-book-books and 63 graphic novels. For a total of 141 books. Which is pretty good, I can’t be upset at that number.

Part of my goal for 100 books this year, too, will be to slim down my at-home to-be-read pile, which is currently taking up seven shelves and must be stopped. I say this but I already have five more books on hold at the library. Whoops.

Here’s everything I read this year that I inputted into goodreads:

My one hour a day reading calendar (this year I started trying to add dots for every book completed on the day of completion, but I think I missed days, gonna do that some more this year, too, I like it):

And my goodreads badge:

2019 was a pretty wild year, there were some unexpected and costly hiccups. One of my cats went missing for a week; the other got struvite crystals and his bladder nearly exploded; My ancient AV receiver kicked it and on top of those things being expensive there was a whole thing where the new one seemed to be messing up my TV, it was a time; I got rear-ended on the freeway which thankfully didn’t wind up costing me anything except for a lot of stress, some minor pain, and over two weeks without a vehicle. None of these turned out to be that bad, in the end, and thankfully spread out enough that I didn’t just expire from stress.

There was a lot of good this year, too. I got to bring my partner skiing for the first time ever, and for my first time in a very long time (I don’t know when the last time I went skiing was, back when I was in highschool maybe?). I expanded my plushie collection by A Lot this year. I have cute eevee plushes, and some really soft pillow plushes now, and beeb got me a little corsola who I would Die for.

I’ve been more involved with pokemon go. I technically found the group I play with at the end of 2018 (right at the end, it was in December during the community weekend and someone from the group saw me doing circles hitting the same pokestops over and over and was like “hey… wanna join our group?”), but 2019 was the first full year with them. It’s been really nice to reliably be able to get stronger/rarer pokemon and just have a general sense of community. It’s neat because it’s not like I’m close friends with any of these people, but they’re all good people and I like seeing them. I know virtually nothing about any of them, but still, it’s nice.

I also got super into stickers this year (I blame you, beeb) and since my laptop only has so much room I’ve taken to adding stickers to my car. I don’t want to go overboard but I love all the ones I’ve added so far and now that my bumper looks better than new I think my car looks pretty slick.

I started keeping a video-game journal at the beginning of this year, which has been really satisfying and I’m going to keep doing it. I always struggle to remember how much time I sink into games and what happens in this games. Being able to flip through and see all of what I played, when I played it, and what was going on is interesting.

Also got a new phone this year. I didn’t get the latest and greatest but usually when I’ve needed a new phone due to a previous one being busted I have found myself inheriting whatever phone someone else doesn’t want (for the most part). This is the first phone I’ve gone out of my way to get because mine was just not performing well and I have no regrets.

I have a huge issue with upgrading to a new device when my old ones are perfectly serviceable. For instance: the computer I am writing this on is twelve years old. It’s slow but it works for what I need. This computer isn’t even from the past decade, which is pretty wild to me. In thinking about the past decade this computer has been through it all with me.

I guess I’m moving onto the decade now. I was just thinking that this computer still has msn/wlm on it. There’s a dedicated button on my keyboard for it. I hit it and I can see the last icon I ever used on there (I used to change icons constantly, which is a thing I do not do anywhere anymore), as well as the theme I had in place. Absolutely wild. In the last decade(ish) we all abandoned msn/wlm, got skype, abandoned skype when it became a bloated, ad-filled disaster, and got onto telegram, discord, and the dms of various social media websites. (Which I suck at using as if I’m a person three times my age.) In 2010 we were on the iPhone 4 and basically every android sucked, now we’re on the iPhone 11 and androids are a viable option for a phone. Console generations are slower and mess with my perception of time. In the last decade we’ve only gone up one console generation which feels weirdly slow but then when I contemplate any company releasing a new console I inevitably feel it hasn’t been nearly long enough.

On a more personal note, I definitely cannot remember even most of the things that have happened in the last decade. I know I’ve read about five hundred books (closer to six hundred including graphic novels) because I’ve been tracking that since 2011. I’ve been tracking what I read for about a decade.

Left is books by year, middle is graphic novels by year, and right is the total of both.

I became decent at excel in the past few years. I went from not understanding this program at all to trying to find excuses to use it. I used to track all my reading in a notepad document, it looked like this:

As you can see: I only switched over in 2017. And it used to be a total pain because I would have to count all of the dates by hand. Hope I didn’t miscount. Then I’d be looking at my goodreads count and trying to figure out if that made sense against my personal count because I also didn’t count graphic novels as book-books back then and would sometimes mark them on goodreads. So I’d have to figure out how many I had inputted to goodreads to then make sure the two counts reconciled. It was a total nightmare. Now the computer counts for me.

And the reason I even became interested in excel is because of DnD which I have also gotten into in the last decade. It’s one of those things I had always been interested in but had no way to play or had false starts. A group came together a few years ago and we did some of the most fun, fulfilling, and emotional group-role-playing I have ever experienced. Our group has kind of disbanded now, and I’m trying to work on a campaign myself, but our first campaign is definitely one of the things I really cherish from the past few years. It’s definitely a highlight of the decade.

Speaking of meaningful role-plays. I got with my partner in the last decade, too. I’d feel weird getting all gushy about them here, but we’ve been doing written role-plays since before we figured out that we were a thing. They’re a constant source of inspiration to me and the things we create together are some of my favourite things in the world. At times there have been lulls between the things we make that really grab both of us, but this past year we started an AU of some of our characters and I think it’s safe to say we’re both in love with our little creation. Roach Squad is definitely the highlight of 2019 and I suspect it will continue to be the highlight of 2020. I don’t think we’ll be as aggressively into them by the time 2030 rolls around, but our original boys have persisted for the better part of the last decade (the Boys have been a thing since 2013 and we are still enjoying them, so I don’t doubt Roach Squad will persist, as well, but I imagine the next decade will give us a third group that we’re consumed with).

I’ve lost some friends in the past decade, and made some new, but find I don’t have the time to stay caught up with as many people as I used to. That used to be a thing I was good at. Toward the beginning of this decade, I’d regularly keep-up with at least a dozen people (by which I mean: talking to them daily). Now that number is at… maybe three or four people who I interact with daily (not counting group chats of which there is one). But if you’re reading this and we haven’t spoken in a while (“a while” could be years, honestly) and nothing really happened we just sort of stopped talking or hanging out: I still care about you. I hope your 2019 was more good than bad and that you have nice things to look back on in the last decade. Also hit me up, if you want to.

Overall I think the last decade has been pretty good. I’m thankful for all the good times with friends I’ve been able to have, all the sushi eaten and talks on long car rides. I’m thankful for the help I’ve gotten with housing and car situations that would have been outrageously stressful if I’d been dealing with them on my own. I’m thankful for all the creative people I’ve been able to meet and interact with, all the character ideas and moments we’ve shared through written role-plays, tabletop role-plays, and art.

I hope the next decade can be as socially and creatively fulfilling as the last!

And at the end here, because I never do this and then I always look back and go “what even were my goals” I’m going to make a handy list of goals-discussed:

Draw one thing a month

Write for five minutes every day from an unplanned prompt

Read 100 books and continue with my one hour a day reading

Get my DnD campaign off the ground and keep it going (I don’t think I explicitly mentioned this above, but it’s a goal this year)

#new year get better do better

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petits--oiseaux · 7 years ago

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150 Days of Reflection

I am going to start this tomorrow (June 5th!) I know this is 150 Questions and that’s a lot of days, but if anyone wants to participate in this with me, please do it! I am going to try to do each day to work on my own self reflection. Tag “siete-bella” and “150 days of reflection” so I can see how you are all doing :) No pressure to start at the same time as me <3

Day 1: Favorite part of today Day 2: Best memory of this year so far Day 3: The happiest you've ever felt Day 4: When you've never cried harder Day 5: Your biggest regret Day 6: Most proud accomplishments Day 7: Whatever comes to your mind — don't stop for 10 minutes Day 8: A letter to yourself five years from now Day 9: Favorite childhood memory Day 10: What you'd say to your favorite celebrity Day 11: Where you'd like to be in life 20 years from now Day 12: A short story Day 13: Are you happy right now? Why or why not? Day 14: Where would you go if you could be anywhere in the world right now? Day 15: First thing you'd do if you won the lottery Day 16: What you want to improve about yourself Day 17: Your best qualities Day 18: Your short-term and long-term goals Day 19: What you love most about your SO or best friend Day 20: What you're most grateful for Day 21: Your dream date Day 22: Your dream career if money wasn't an issue Day 23: Your life story in one paragraph Day 24: What would make your life complete? Day 25: Your last remembered dream Day 26: The craziest night you've ever had Day 27: The worst experience you've ever had Day 28: Your most embarrassing memory Day 29: A letter to someone who did you wrong Day 30: Who you look up to Day 31: Your biggest fears Day 32: What's stressing you out the most right now? Day 33: Your day only in single words or short phrases Day 34: Make up a story Day 35: If you could change your life, would you? Day 36: What you'd say to your childhood crush Day 37: Your first kiss Day 38: Who you love most in this world Day 39: Your definition of happiness Day 40: If you had to give up one of your five senses, which would it be? Day 41: Your favorite gift of all time Day 42: What superpower you'd choose Day 43: Write about your week Day 44: What you'd do if there were no laws in this world Day 45: What you'd do if you only had one month left to live Day 46: What you admire most about your friends Day 47: Your first love Day 48: What you'd want your dying last words to be Day 49: One thing you couldn't live without Day 50: If you could change one thing about today Day 51: What you'd tell your high school self Day 52: The best piece of advice you've ever gotten Day 53: Your values Day 54: The last person you cried in front of and why Day 55: Would you want to be famous? Day 56: The nicest thing someone's ever done for you Day 57: Your last fight Day 58: Who you'd want to be stuck in an elevator with Day 59: A thank-you letter to anybody Day 60: What you're feeling at this second Day 61: What you'd do if you could stop the world for 24 hours Day 62: Your worst quality Day 63: Something you've never told anyone before Day 64: What you'd change if you could redo college Day 65: How you'd define yourself to a stranger Day 66: The best feeling in the world Day 67: A moment you're most ashamed of Day 68: A goodbye letter to someone who doesn't deserve to be in your life Day 69: How you can improve as a partner or friend Day 70: Your ultimate goal in life Day 71: The angriest you've ever felt Day 72: The most scared you've ever felt Day 73: The worst date you've ever gone on Day 74: The most fun you've ever had Day 75: What you'd do if you were the last person on earth Day 76: What you'd apologize to your parents or family for Day 77: If you could take back one moment Day 78: The most meaningful item you own Day 79: The most important person in your life Day 80: What you've always wanted to tell somebody Day 81: The most important thing you've learned Day 82: Did you expect your life to be the way it is today? Day 83: One memory you'll never forget Day 84: A day you'd like to forget Day 85: A moment or experience that changed your life Day 86: Things that make you happy Day 87: How are you the same or different from your child self? Day 88: Describe your perfect weekend. Day 89: What makes you angry? Day 90: Something you've always wanted to do Day 91: Things you take for granted for every day Day 92: The most difficult decision you've ever had to make Day 93: A time you surprised yourself Day 94: A time were you most disappointed by someone Day 95: The loneliest you've ever felt Day 96: Someone you think about every single day Day 97: A lesson you've learned from a friend Day 98: A time you helped someone Day 99: If you had three wishes Day 100: The most unfair thing that's happened to you Day 101: A memory that fills you with joy Day 102: Three things you'd grab from your home during an emergency Day 103: The most awkward you've ever felt Day 104: Three fears you want to overcome this year Day 105: Could you be taking better care of yourself? Day 106: A family member who means the most to you Day 107: Your greatest challenge and how you overcame it Day 108: How a book affected you Day 109: Your biggest goal for this year Day 110: A skill you want to acquire and why Day 111: Your favorite holiday memory Day 112: A person no longer in your life Day 113: A secret you want to let go of Day 114: A quality you admire most about a co-worker Day 115: Nice things people have said to you or done for you this week Day 116: A list of things you can do to help others Day 117: Three predictions for the year Day 118: What will be the same or different in your life one year from now? Day 119: Your definition of success Day 120: A time you learned from a mistake Day 121: A victory you're most proud of Day 122: Your favorite quotes Day 123: A list of your all-time favorite songs Day 124: Something sweet you were told that made you cry Day 125: Someone you're especially thankful for this past year Day 126: A teacher or professor you learned most from Day 127: The last time you laughed so hard your stomach hurt Day 128: What's bothering you this very second? Day 129: Something you'll never tell your parents Day 130: The best compliment you've ever received Day 131: A habit you want to pick up Day 132: A habit you want to get rid of Day 133: Qualities you look for in a partner Day 134: How you're different now compared to this time last year Day 135: A happy moment that brought you to tears. Day 136: What's your focus for this week? Day 137: Something you would change about the world Day 138: Everything good that happened last week Day 139: Make a rap about your day. Day 140: Something you want a second chance on Day 141: Something you'll always secretly hold a grudge for Day 142: Are you living as your authentic self? Day 143: Your first thought when you woke up Day 144: Are you putting enough effort into your relationships? Day 145: Something your mind and/or body needs most right now Day 146: What's stopping you from pursuing your dreams? Day 147: The last time you pushed yourself out of your comfort zone Day 148: Your biggest insecurities Day 149: A love letter to yourself Day 150: What you've learned about yourself by the end of this challenge

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101. How do you show your family you love them?

102. Have you ever been to a family reunion?

103. What's the most important holiday you spend with your family and why?

104. Who in your family would you describe as a "character"?

105. How do you feel about family events?

106. What's something your family would be surprised to learn about you?

107. Which family member do you confide in most?

108. How do you deal with arguments between family members?

109. If you have children, how do you want to raise them?

110. What's more important: family or friends?

111. Do you have any friends you would consider family?

112. Has your family ever pressured you to act a certain way?

113. Did you ever get to meet your great-grandparents?

114. What personality traits do you share with your relatives?

115. What physical traits do you share with your relatives?

116. What stories did your family members tell you growing up?

117. How did your parents (and/or grandparents) meet?

118. What makes you proud of your family?

119. Who's the newest member of your family?

120. What can always bring your family together?

121. What’s a relationship deal breaker for you?

122. If you had only one sense (hearing, touch, sight, etc.), which would you want?

123. What is your definition of success?

124. What makes you feel at peace?

125. What are you most proud of in the last year?

126. What makes you feel most accomplished?

127. Who do you admire most in the world?

128. Would you rather make more money doing a job you hate or less doing one you love?

129. Which of your personality traits are you most proud of?

130. What’s the first thing you look for in a partner and/or friend?

131. How has your perspective on the world changed over time?

132. Do you live by any piece of advice or motto?

133. How can someone earn your trust?

134. How can someone lose your trust?

135. Would you rather someone be honest and hurt your feelings or lie to protect them?

136. If you could snap your fingers and instantly make the world better, what would you do?

137. Do you believe in astrology? Why or why not?

138. Have you ever lost a friend? If so, what happened?

139. If you could only teach one thing to your (future) child, what would it be?

140. What’s the scariest thing you’ve ever done, and why did you do it?

141. Do you believe in second chances?

142. Where do you get your news?

143. What is your biggest irrational fear?

144. Are you active on social media, or do you prefer to be more private?

145. Do you volunteer at all?

144. Are you an organ donor, and how did you come to that decision?

145. Do you believe you should do one thing a day that scares you?

146. What, if anything, do you think happens after death?

147. What line should someone never cross with you?

148. How do you define beauty?

149. Do you believe in life on other planets?

150. How do you interact with someone who disagrees with you?

151. If you could do anything, besides what you're doing now, what would you do?

152. What do you regret not doing in the last year?

153. What’s on your bucket list?

154. If you had unlimited money to start your own business, what would it be?

155. If you found out today was your last day on Earth, what would you do?

156. If you could live anywhere in the world, where would it be?

157. A genie gives you three wishes—what are they?

158. Do you think you'll likely accomplish all your dreams?

159. If you could magically become famous, would you want to?

160. If you could relive one moment in your life, which would it be?

161. If you see a puddle on the ground, do you walk around it or over it?

162. If you could have a super power, what would it be?

163. If you could go back to anytime in history, where would you go?

164. If you came back in your next life as an animal, what animal would you be?

165. If you got to name a new country, how would you decide what to call it?

166. What would be the title of your memoir?

167. Do you hit the snooze button or wake up immediately?

168. What’s the first thing you do in the morning?

169. What’s the last thing you do at night?

170. Do you believe in any conspiracy theories (no judgement)?

171. Do you think iced coffee should only be consumed in the summer or all year round?

172. Would you rather be covered in fur or covered in scales?

173. What’s your idea of a perfect date (yes, of the calendar year)?

174. What’s the most unusual place you’ve fallen asleep?

175. At a party, where can someone find you?

176. Do you wash your legs in the shower?

177. Who would play you in the movie of your life?

178. When making a PB&J sandwich, do you put on the peanut butter or jelly first?

179. Do you have any allergies?

180. Do you trust your own memory? Why or why not?

181. Which fictional character do you relate to most?

182. What, if anything, would make you walk out in the middle of a movie?

183. When was the last time you cried and why?

184. What's your most controversial opinion about something mundane?

185. Do you "stan" any celebrities?

186. What's your go-to midnight snack?

187. What was your all-time favorite Halloween costume?

188. What's the weirdest thing you do when you're alone?

189. Do you have any recurring dreams?

190. What's the silliest argument you've ever been in?

191. What's the worst argument you've ever been in?

192. What's your opinion on modern art?

193. If you could choose how to die, would you? If so, what would you choose?

194. What's the most ridiculous outfit you've ever worn?

195. What was the first thing you wanted to be when you grew up?

196. If you could own a mythical creature (unicorn, phoenix, etc.), which one would you pick?

197. What's your least favorite place in the world?

198. Would you rather have your dishes or clothes be magically clean?

199. What's your favorite story about yourself?

200. If you could change anything about yourself, would you? If so, what and why?

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crimsong-knight · 7 years ago

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✶「The Knight who sings a Crimson Song | Tomokazu」♪

✶「Basic Information」♪

Name: Shibuya Tomokazu.

Name (Kanji): 士武屋友和「しぶやともかず」

Birthday: July 7th, 1992.

Age: 25.

Star sygn: Cancer.

Height: 182 cm | 5′ 11.7′’

Weight: 64 kg | 141 lb

Family members: Shibuya Kazuhiko (Father, 51, Businessman), Shibuya Chie, neé Kamenashi (Mother, 47, Music Teacher), Kamenashi Nokoru (Grandfather, 78, farmer).

✶「Personality Traits」♪

Personality: A cheerful, arrogant and hardworking idol, Tomokazu Shibuya may not seem like he’s a disciplined and responsible person, but in fact, he always has a plan for most of the things he does, at least, work related. He follows his agenda to the letter, and he manages to do all his activities just in time. His strong sense of duty can be a problem for him, because when he has much work to be done, he doesn’t eat nor rest properly, which causes him to collapse when he’s heavily tired. For the rest of things, he’s spontaneous and relaxed, leaving almost everything to the odds.

He’s usually seen with a confident smile in his face and he’s never afraid to speak his mind. When he sees something he doesn’t like he’ll be willing to complain about it and when he sees something he likes, he supports it so everyone knows his position. Yet, when it comes to liking someone, this could change drastically, as he’s thoughtful, insecure and painfully afraid of rejection. He loves to be there for his friends and to cheer them up, even if he has to do foolish acts to make them smile, because he hates seeing people upset or sad, and because he wants to feel useful to everyone. He could say lots of silly jokes to no end at the moment, if the situation lets him doing it.

However, when there are important things to do or advice to give to a friend in problems, he gets serious and gives a mature vibe when he speaks. It isn’t easy to truly upset him, however he can be a Drama King over little things. Tomokazu is a strongly emotional individual, but when people insults him, he lets it slip at the moment, altough he’ll be thinking about it for hours when he’s alone. On the other hand, when you badmouth his friends, he can get horribly enraged and he will defend them with everything he got. When he is really angry, he’s scary and harsh, to such an extent he will speak with a foul mouth, insulting and saying bad words he wouldn’t normally use.

His cheerful facade which he shows to hs fans, or his “Idol self” isn’t much different from his true personality. Nonetheless, his strong will, his self-confidence and his arrogance are part of the traits he only projects. In reality he has low self-esteem, always looking for recognition, love and acceptation. He’s constantly facing depression, worrying if he’s good enough to be in the media, if he’s talented enough to stay there, if he’s likable enough for his friends to stay with him, working himself to exhaustion to demonstrate everyone why he has a legit place in the highest orbs of the idol insdustry. This part of his personality isn’t often shown when there’s people aroundh him, he saves it for when he’s alone.

The majority of the time, when he’s free, he’s chill and just wants to have fun. Kazu loves his job and is proud of what he is now and how far he got with all his hard work and his talent.

Myers Briggs: ESFP with some ESFJ tendencys.

Strenghts:

Observant: He’s prone to naturally notice changes in people and situations, even if they’re subtle.

Utterly Social: Tomokazu enjoys being with his friends and fans, and he loves both being the center of attention and to play attention to others.

Fast learner: He can learn lots of things by himself if he’s commited enough. Applies for everything except cooking (It will take him twice or three times more effort to learn it properly, due to some past issues).

Empathic: He’s very sensitive to other’s emotions, which is a double edged sword.

Independent: Except for cooking, he does all his activities on his own and usually doesn’t ask for help when he doesn’t know anything. He learns about it on his own.

Weaknesses:

Manipulative: To a certain extent and according the circumstances. He’ll try to always get away with it, trying not harm anyone in the process.

Dramatic: His first weakness can be related to this one. His best way to manipulate people is being a Drama King, but sometimes he just seems to be accustomed to make a storm in a teacup.

Often too needy: His seek for recognition can be translated in start searching excuses for people to praise him, so he’ll feel reassured for how much he’s valued.

Depressive: He’s constantly reflecting on all the negative things someone said about him, or which he noticed on his own. Even so, he hadn’t reached a point of no return, because he considers himself a coward.

Insecure: He fears to be rejected, forgotten or replaced, but he doesn’t voice it up, he just leaves the apprehension crept silently through his heart.

Hobbies and interests:

Plastic arts: He can draw almost everything, from realistic art to manga style.

Read manga, watch anime and play videogames: He’s a holy trinity otaku type (?).

Food: He loves to go to new restaurants and pastry shops to try new kinds of food.

Working out: So he can maintain his weight and gain more stamina for his live shows.

Fashion: He’s informed about all the fashion trends at the moment, but his fashion style is a mix between trendy, casual and comfy.

Fun facts:

His friends nickname him “Kazu” [To difference him from the “Tomo” in Tomochika]. Haruka calls him “Kazu-kun”.

He doesn’t like to be called “prince”. He thinks “knight” suits him better and his whole idol image is about him protecting “The queen of his heart”.

His fans are called “Gemstones” or “Jewels”, it depends on his mood.

He loves chocolate and strawberries, both if they’re combined in a dessert such as ice cream. That’s why he has a rough workout routine to not gain weight.

He’s well informed about everything, because he always reads the news or searches information to know something before any of his friends.

His hair is wavy in the morning, but he uses conditioner and gets hair treatments to have it more or less straight. Moisture is his worst nightmare because his hair gets frizzy and he hates it. [It doesn’t look too different but he’s a perfectionist]

He’s a smooth talker and loves to fluster people.

He considers that Haruka making him a composition would be the best thing to happen him, in his career and in his life.

He’s really fashionable and models for a brand specialist in sportswear.

He has awful cooking skills because his mother didn’t let him enter in the kitchen when he was a child, due to an accident which had happened before.

✶「Idol Information」♪

Seiyuu (Voice Actor): Fukuyama Jun.

Color: Crimson.

Catchprhase: "I’ll treasure you forever, my precious gemstones~”

Musical instrument: Electone. He won various contests when he was younger, including three Yamaha Music Fests. He also plays the guitar but not as well as Otoya does.

Music Genre: Usually J-rock and J-pop (In various subgenres). He can switch to ballads from time to time.

Best skill: His wide voice range, which allows him to sing in a variated set of voices, as well as numerous voice tones. In the future, this skill will be useful for his new job when he retires from being a full time idol: being a voice actor.

Second skill: Acting, but he models more frequently because he wants to improve his modeling skills.

Debut date: April 26th, 2008. (Two years prior Starish Debut)

✶「Backstory」♪

The only son of the Shibuya family. Tomokazu grown up with the pressure to exceed all the expectations of his parents. They both are (relatively) lovely people and supported Kazu since he was a child, yet, they were equally demanding in regards of his scores at school and winning contests in topics in which he was talented. In fact, he had a gift for music from an early age, so they were specially strict with him on these.

When he succeded, they showed him all their love and adoration, but everytime he failed, they rejected him and pushed him harder to achieve just the best places in anything he would be doing at the time. Due to this, Tomokazu developed a very low self-esteem, always searching for nice words to be said to him, that way he felt useful and loved because of them. He was sternly criticized by his dad everytime he couldn’t cope with what was expected from him, and his mother, softer than his dad, tried to make him “understand” they were acting as harsh as that for his own sake. This environment made him sick with nervousness every time he felt like he wouldn’t win a prize, be at the top tier in his school or even win a video game.

Because of this, his grandpa offered taking Kazu with him during his summer vacations, so the child could relax from all the burden put into his tiny shoulders. This was the escape Tomokazu needed, and his time in the countryside, picking up tomatoes and fruits with his grandpa, as well as taking care of the animals with him was the best time of his life.

Here, he knew Haruka and befriended her, meeting the girl every summer and eventually developing a crush on her. However, when he had 11 years old, an accident in which the girl nearly drowned in a river because he insisted to play in there threw away all the relax he could experiment in his life. He did all he could to save his best friend and to take her safely home. Haruka’s grandma received the wet and terrified boy carrying her granddaughter in his back. She helped to save the girl and she also tried to reassure the redhead boy which couldn’t stop trembling and crying at the sole thought of losing his dearest friend. Haruka’s grandma didn’t blame him for what happened, but he couldn’t help feeling guilty and depressed about it.

Kazu’s grandfather offered an apology to the Nanamis, helping them as much as he could, but when Haruka finally awoke, she couldn’t remember much about Tomokazu, just vague memories which seemed to keep fading along other memories she had. That was the trigger which made Kazu take a decision. He begged his grandpa to not say anything about this to his parents (he wasn’t planning to do it, anyways, because he was truly supportive to his grandson), and he promised keep going to visit him every summer, yet he would avoid meeting with Haruka so she wouldn’t got hurt trying to figure where did she met him. Kazu was still happy visiting his grandpa, but he often showed a pained expression everytime he passed the places in which he used to play with his best friend, including her home. Until this day, he still has kept this promise and goes to visit his grandpa, even if his packed schedules just let him stay for fewer days than before.

His parents noticed something had changed in him, but only his mother started to pay more attention to his feelings than her own expectations, yet it was too late: Tomokazu was more mentally damaged than she could imagine. Kazu put all his efforts in music, the only activity he enjoyed despite their parents pressure. That alongside his mother’s support in choose a career which would make him happy in the future led him to go to Saotome Academy, and, until now he’s happy with that decision. He was sorted to the A Class, much to his parents displeasure (they wanted their son to attend S Class, but they didn’t tell him anything, maybe Kazu’s mom had something to do here), but he proved himself to be a promising idol and debuted with his composer partner a year after he started studying there, with just 15 years old.

As a solo idol, Tomokazu struggled during his first months in the media, trying to gain himself a place and a name, working hard so he could achieve only the best places, as his parents always encouraged him to. Of all his songs, the one which made him jump to stardom was REGENERATION, which won various awards that year. Since that day, his fame just kept rising and rising, being known as the Tomokazu Shibuya, TheJewel Crimson Knight. Anyways, he often felt lonely because he hadn’t bandmates, which led him to escape from time to time to Saotome Gakuen to be among the students and remember the old times. That way he met Haruka again, who (not so surprisingly) didn’t remember him at all, and the future Starish members, being more closer to Otoya and Ren. He witnessed from the distance how the group was starting to form, Haruka being the glue who tied them all. Tomokazu felt jealous of them, but he knew they could do it well if they maintained their harmony.

Slowly Tomokazu managed to keep his depresion at bay, do all his activities and hang out with his friends. He ended truly befriending the majority of the Starish boys and trying to be there for them in critical moments, such as preparing themselves to win the Utapri Award and assisting their fight for the SSS.

✶「The future」♪

He’s planning to retire when he’s 32 or so, and he’s doing seiyuu works little by little. He wants to be a voice actor when he retires from being an idol so he can explore a more mature way to be in the media. That’s also his plan so he can settle down and start a family with the person he loves.

#✶「This is my shining star~! | About Muse」♪#Long post #Finally here's all his information #My fingers hurts #Send help #*Cries*#My child is broken yeah #But he doesn't let anyone see that #*Gross sob*#I'll link his About page to this post #Or maybe I'll just copypaste #I still don't know #But #...yeah I hope someone reads all of this lmao

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echo-three-one · 4 years ago

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Chapter 38

THE ROAD SO FAR

The EIGHT-Thirty Appointment

John 'Soap' MacTavish

London, UK

Following the events of Shepherd's surrender to authorities, the members of Task Force 141 who went rogue in pursuit of him had been exonerated from treason. This meant that from then on, life would be a little more 'normal'. No more hiding in public, no more lack of equipment, no more secret hiding areas.

This prompted Laswell to recreate the task force she once poured her heart on, with a few changes to its jurisdiction. With Ghost, Roach and Alexandra still recovering, the remaining members were invited to celebrate their success.

"So John, now that 141 is back your main focus will be Nero. Do you want the reassigned members back?" Laswell asked Price while they exited the building. Soap overheard this because he thought he was the John being called.

"If it's still okay and not much of a hassle, then yes." Price replied.

"What about Kyle?" Laswell added.

"No. Not yet. Just keep an eye on him." Price mused and turned to Soap, who quickly turned to focus back on Alex as he pushed his wheelchair.

"Excuse me, Captain Price. Can we talk for a moment?" Samantha interrupted as they stopped on their tracks. Alex turned out of curiosity, wondering what matter they were discussing.

"Hey hey hey. What was that about?" Alex asked Soap and France, who continued walking. Laswell turned to the next right as she already finished her conversation with Price, waving at Alex and the rest of the 141.

Soap chuckled at the CIA. This was about Samantha's surprise for him and he shouldn't spoil it.

"Well, with 141 back maybe she just wanted to know where she will be now. Nero no longer needs the IP Address and she's been through a lot." France reasoned, making Alex frown.

"You know… I want her safe and all but I also want her within my reach. I've lost her far too many times already. I'm not going to lose her again." Alex grumbled making Soap and France look at each other, their faces were worried at their sorry excuse.

"I think Samantha feels the same way too. Maybe she's bargaining for staying at 141." Soap lied, making France question him quietly.

"You know what, Alex? Don't overthink this." Soap tapped his shoulders reassuringly.

"Overthink what?" Samantha inserted. They fell quiet and Samantha slowly asked Soap to let her push Alex as they moved forward, Samantha being excited of what's next.

"Well, we did a great job. I guess." Soap quietly commented sarcastically, earning a soft elbow from France.

"Ow!" he exaggerated and turned to France, his face looked bewildered.

"Way to go, John." She sneered and followed the two on their way to their appointment, riding Soap's trusty jeep.

The drive to the surprise area consisted of mostly Soap and Francine acting like couples while they drove. Soap could see the two murmuring at each other whenever Soap would argue with France on whatever's going on in the road.

"I always wanted to try out some London restaurants." she mused, looking at the place they just passed by.

"Yeah? I could see you as the fancy kind." he chuckled at his guess.

"What does that mean?" France gave him a suspicious glare. Soap looked at her, feigning surrender.

"I just said it as is. You're the kind of person who would want fancy stuff." He explained, focusing back on the road.

"I-"

"Come on. You don't have to read everything I say between the lines. Sometimes, I'm just a simple man" he whined and Alex and Samantha burst out laughing, causing the two to be quiet.

"Are you sure there's nothing going on with you two?" Samantha asked, making the silence a little bit more awkward.

Soap carefully rolled his eyes toward Francine, who was actually looking down and blushing. He really had no definitive stance on whatever's going on between them, and if you ask him, he'd love to assume that they're already together. But he remembered that he told her that he'll be patient, and that's the only thing that's hindering him from taking her to the next level.

"Well…" Francine croaked, her voice was shaky and Soap was actually worried that she was already under pressure.

"We're here." Soap interrupted, wishing he did the right thing. Alex quickly looked outside to see where they actually were.

"What is this place, Soap? Where did you bring us?" Alex asked and Soap just nodded.

"I'll let your girl fill in everything for you. This was her idea after all and we're here to help her out." Soap replied as he assisted him to his wheelchair and watched the two enter the establishment.

He then knocked on Samantha's door as she was still out of focus.

"There's a coffee shop across the street, we could wait there until they finish." He invited her for another coffee date. Hopefully this time, there would be no more emp phone wielding persons to interrupt it.

"About Samantha's question…" She muttered.

"Don't pressure yourself about it. You actually owe me for saving you, by the way." He chuckled, already opening her door.

France slowly stepped down the vehicle and turned to Soap, her head looked up to his face.

"Look John. There's no other reason I can think of that would make you wait anymore. I really enjoy your company, your personality, and I'm curious about everything else about you. So, if you've been waiting all this time ever since that night, my answer is that I'm ready." She smiled, and John's eyes widened at the sight of her. The message made him hug her tight, lift her up and spin her around briefly while she giggled at the feeling.

"Wow. You don't know how much you made my day, France!" he sighed as he slowly set her down and closed the door and made their way to the coffee shop.

"I missed these so much!" France happily chewed on a slice of blueberry cheesecake, with a few crumbs stuck on the edge of her mouth. Soap smiled as she watched her enjoy the simple things in life, a thing he was always looking for in women.

Most of his dating life were his parents setting him up on business dates and most women there were far too serious. They looked like they haven't enjoyed anything in years. Some of them admittedly loved to have fun, but their idea of fun was far too complicated. Like expensive travels and luxurious shopping sprees, none of them piqued Soap's interest.

However, Francine was the first one who begged to differ. It's like every great idea in John's activity book is enjoyable for her. Simple things such as Netflix, Cinemas and even this coffee shop date, made her smile.

"What's funny?" Francine asked as she noticed the odd smile on his face.

"Oh nothing… you just looked cute eating that whole thing. It makes me want to buy a whole cake and watch you smile and eat that all day." he mused, imagining how things would've been if they weren't in public. He could've been tasting that cake from her mouth already.

He quickly grabbed a tissue and wiped off the crumbs as Francine blushed in embarrassment.

"I'm sorry. I didn't notice it was there." she blushed shyly and looked down.

"Nah… why apologize. I was thinking you were hinting at me to kiss you. Like what most movies and cliché shows would mean." He scoffed and sipped on his coffee.

"Ha ha. Well you could try. As if I'd let you." She smiled bravely, but Soap could see her weakness behind that smile. She's raising her guard up again, and it's always like that when people are around.

"Wow. Umm that went differently." Soap commented, attempting to let France open up. This has been a common trend with her lately, toughening up when people are around but when they're alone, she's still strict but less tense.

"I'm sorry. It's just-" She hesitated and turned to the window.

"Say, how long would it take for them to finish?" She asked. Soap also turned to the building and shrugged.

"I don't know. Honestly, I'm excited for him. They make the best prosthetics around here and it'd make Alex's life easier. It'll look and weigh and bend like an actual leg." he said proudly as he turned to France who was looking at him weirdly.

"What?" he asked as he checked his phone which just beeped.

"Actually, they're almost done. And they're asking for an order. I'll just go get some for them, you stay here." He added, holding the thought, wiping his face and proceeded to the counter.

The reformed Task Force 141 would soon be back in business as papers were already approved by the board. They'll be situating themselves on American soil as their previous base was compromised by the traitorous General.

As for their last day on English soil, the rest of the team stayed in a penthouse condominium unit owned by the MacTavishes.

"Wow. This is top class!" Samantha mused as Alex plopped himself on the couch, his new leg quickly rested on the table. He's been in it for only a few hours but he already got the hang of it.

Samantha shot a glare at Alex's actions to which he shrugged on, prompting Soap to reply.

"Don't worry Samantha, make yourselves at home. We don't use this place anyway so help yourselves out. I promise it'll be fine." he eased as Samantha slowly plopped down beside him as Alex's arm rested on her shoulders. Soap actually wondered if he could do that to her too, get comfortable, open up, just normal stuff.

"I'll go get tea." he quickly said to himself as his imagination got the best of him as he walked to the kitchen. France quickly followed him to help out.

"Fancy place you got here, John. I wonder how many girls you've brought in here." She mused standing in front of him, helping with the teacups. Soap eyed her for a second and replied.

"Honestly, I can't count. I used to stay here when I studied and that was years ago." he replied as seriously as possible, looking at the changes on her face. She's actually jealous.

"Yeah. Figures. I saw your photos from earlier years. It was no doubt you'd have a lot of women over." She chuckled, nervously at it. Soap saw through her as she started to get curious about his life. A sign that she's ready to stop lowering her guard. Soap on the other hand, wanted her to feel special. Asking her out as soon as possible would make him come out as a desperate one, so he planned to do it the long traditional way. Which he actually despised, he would want to hug her so tight right now and it was already killing him.

"What about you? How many different rooms did you wake up to already?" he asked, changing the subject as she was already starting to feel bad about her question.

"Me?! Only a few. And most of them were owned by you. I've been very serious about my life choices that I never let myself loose." she sighed as Soap raised an eyebrow.

"Let loose? Like going out to parties?" He added.

"Yes. But broader. Like letting myself loose. I've always followed the path I wanted to be in, not letting any distractions bother me." she explained, blushing at it like it's a secret she was too shy to tell. Soap on the other hand, didn't quite get it.

"So you mean…" He tilted his head.

"Yes. Since birth, I never had a boyfriend." she looked down in embarrassment for the second time today.

Soap gulped. He didn't actually know how to respond to her statement. Sure he wanted to be the first one, but now wasn't the time. It would feel forced. And he wasn't a fan of forced relationships.

The kettle whistled and the two of them quickly responded to it as they both reached out for it, their hands met just by the handle.

"I'll take care of this one." She said as Soap slowly let go of her soft hands and watched her pour it on, carrying it to Samantha and Alex who were already giggling through a romcom.

"Way to go, John." he muttered to himself with a sigh as he ran his hand on his hair.

The day actually felt worse as France continued to remain quiet towards Soap as she invested herself on the television, third wheeling on Alex and Samantha.

Soap pondered about the words he chose to say to her and those he didn't over a steamy shower.

With the place having only two bedrooms, it was inevitable that France would sleep beside him but he also considered sleeping on the couch to respect her privacy or something like that.

As soon as he exited the bathroom, he saw France already tucked on her side of the bed, scrolling through her phone.

"Hey there." he muttered as she rolled her eyes to him and back to her phone.

"Hey." she said nonchalantly, her eyes dead focused on her screen. Soap quickly grabbed his nighttime clothes and slipped them on.

"Are you in any way excited for tomorrow?" he asked, trying to keep her from interacting with him.

"Yeah. A little." she said as she turned to him and smiled.

"Listen, about earlier today, in the kitchen..." he said.

"I'm not mad, John. I just wanted to say it out there so you could understand me."

"Tell me what you feel."

"Embarrassed."

"Why?"

"Because I looked like a fool earlier. When I told you I was ready and now I feel that you're the one who isn't. You told me you would wait but-" Soap placed his hand on her face, gently touching her cheek.

"France. You don't have to worry. You're still the one I'm thinking about every second. I just… wanted to do this the slow and steady way, where I would show off how worthy I am for you. I want you to enjoy the whole John MacTavish Experience." he smiled and she slowly turned her frown upside down.

Soap wanted to take a picture of that smile and plaster it all around the room as his heart started to pound like crazy, his face unknowingly moving closer to hers. They both started to close their eyes as they let their lips do the talking, but in a quiet and intimate way. Soap felt France's greed for his kiss as she slowly learned how to beg for more of him. It was true that she had no experience on these things but something told him that she's starting to learn some tricks herself.

Soap didn't hesitate to retaliate as she released a soft groan, a sign of her being content as her hands slowly grazed his arms, her thumb softly pressed his biceps, digging deeper as their tongues clashed. After a few more seconds, they both broke their kiss as they gasped for air.

"Yeah. Go sleep on the floor before we do something stupid." She giggled and Soap nodded in agreement as they quickly shuffled about, set their beds and called it a night.

Next Chapter - The SEVEN Inch Wound

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