#modern warfare 2

[amagialp]

COD Headcanons: Quiet Moments with them

As always MINORS DNI, also requests open, please go ahead and request im bored n running out of ideas lol:p

mix of soft/sfw/nsfw headcanons

!!warning grammarly used, might detectd spelling mistakes pls lmk!!

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Simon "Ghost" Riley

Ghost hates being called soft, but when you two are alone, he’s a different man. He’ll tuck you into his chest after a long mission, running his gloved hand through your hair in silence. It’s his way of grounding himself and you.

He won’t admit it, but he loves the way you look in his hoodie. Seeing you wrapped up in his scent makes his chest tighten in the best way.

His kisses are slow and deliberate, savoring every second like it might be his last. But if you push his buttons, he’ll pin you against a wall, letting his darker side take over.

Johnny "Soap" MacTavish

Soap is the type to pull you into the rain just to dance. "C'mon, love! Don’t be shy," he’d laugh, spinning you around like it’s the best day of his life.

He’s surprisingly touchy, always finding excuses to sling an arm around you or pull you close by your waist.

In private, he’s a menace. He’ll whisper the filthiest things in your ear, his accent making every word even more sinful. But it’s all balanced with his playful smirk, like he knows exactly what he’s doing to you.

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick

Gaz has a subtle but sweet protective streak. If anyone so much as looks at you the wrong way, he’ll slide closer, resting his hand on your back as a silent warning.

He’s the king of subtle flirtation, quick winks, passing touches, and compliments disguised as jokes that leave you flustered long after he’s gone.

He loves late night talks with you, his voice soft and low as he shares stories from his past. If you fall asleep on him, he’ll carefully wrap you in a blanket and stay awake just to make sure you’re comfortable.

Captain John Price

Price is the dad friend of the group, but with you, he’s all warmth and charm. He’ll make you tea after a mission, his quiet way of showing he cares.

He’s surprisingly domestic. You’ve walked in on him cooking more than once, his sleeves rolled up and a soft hum in his throat. “You’re late, love. Dinner’s almost ready.”

In bed, he’s steady and controlled, every touch intentional. But he loves hearing you unravel, his name on your lips like a prayer.

Alejandro Vargas

Alejandro is a flirt, through and through. He’ll call you mi vida or mi amor without hesitation, his deep voice dripping with affection.

He loves teasing you in public, light touches on your arm, leaning in close to whisper in your ear, and flashing that dangerous smile when he sees you blush.

Behind closed doors, he’s both fiery and gentle, always making sure you feel worshipped. He’ll press kisses to your skin like he’s memorizing you.

König

König is shy in public, but with you, he’s a giant teddy bear. He loves holding you, his massive hands covering almost your entire back as he pulls you into him.

He’ll blush furiously if you compliment him, stammering out a flustered, “Danke.” But he won’t stop smiling for hours afterward.

When he’s in the mood, he gets possessive. He’ll lift you off the ground with ease, his voice dropping an octave as he whispers, “You’re all mine.”

Phillip Graves

Graves is smooth and confident, the type to open doors for you and pull out your chair like a gentleman. But don’t be fooled... he’s got a cocky streak a mile wide.

He’ll call you “darlin’” in that slow, Southern drawl, watching the way it makes you shiver. He knows exactly how to get under your skin.

In private, he’s all about control. He loves seeing you surrender to him, his lips trailing over your skin as he murmurs, “Good girl.”

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requests open for anything! (legal)

[ltash]

In love with Valeria and Alejandro

[brattypagansub]

John Price and Simon Riley headcannons (they’re undefined but act like a couple)

Fight like an old married couple and more than once Soap and Gaz have expected them to punch each other

They’ve each seen the best and worst of one another

Price has ended up in bed with Simon so often that at this point it’s expected after Simon starts drinking

In full surfer voice went ‘dude stoichiometry in my head can’t talk’ and the look Soap gave him was fucking priceless. Meanwhile Price had to explain that this is as close to the old Simon as they’ll ever get.

Price looks to Simon whenever he needs most languages translated that’s not Spanish or Urdu or Russian.

Simon likes to channel Soap and annoy the ever loving fuck out of Price on a duo op. Like singing Uranium Fever while in Chernobyl.

Price told him ‘fuck you’ recently and Ghost auto piloted forgetting they’re part of task force 141 now. Because he said ‘fuck me yourself coward.’ Soap nearly had a stroke and Price had to remember he’s supposed to be the leader and not laugh.

How Simon acts around Price is very different than how he acts around Soap. He’s a lot more prone to mischief and squirrel brained bs.

Price is so used to anticipating Simon’s wants and needs that it’s second nature.

They both sit up ramrod straight when someone mentions MacMillan. Excepting to be chewed out by an angry Irish man for acting up.

Both would commit war crimes to protect Soap and both of them love to fuck with him every chance they get.

Overheard from the rec room

Price: Jesus fucking Christ Simon how does it feel to be six degrees of Kevin bacon in the chart of who slept with who in SAS?

Simon: you’re just mad that your body count is rookie numbers.

Kissed Price in front of 141 in order to steal his French fry. The agressive make out that ensued was them trying to steal it back from each other.

The first time they met to fuck with Price, Simon told him ‘no one will believe you.’ Then peeled off his mask and took out his contacts kissed Price. Then made him endure everyone thinking Price snuck some random blonde onto base.

Price is fairly sure Si is getting too comfortable around him again. Because last week he told him ‘I’d whore myself out for a shot of whiskey.’

[urmomschocolatemilk]

I 🩷 bikers

Biker!Simon who’s tatted uppp. He’s rolling up his sleeves while he rides to let everyone get a look at his muscly arms laced with inked designs because yes, he does want to show off

Biker!Simon who's rolling up next to you at a red light, head turning while he thrums his fingers on the seat under him. He can feel your heated gaze through your window.

Biker!Simon who flips open his visor and lets his eyes find yours. He wants you to know that he sees you staring and he's staring right back at you

Biker!Simon who passes his phone to you with the new contact sheet open on his screen, ready for you to fill out

Biker!Simon who trashes on the TikTok bikers and calls them cornballs but doesn’t hesitate to send you photos of him in a compression shirt and helmet at any chance he gets

Biker!Simon who buys you a helmet before your first date, and takes you home. And no matter how much you beg him that night, he refuses to go above sixty on the highway because he why would he ever put his girl at risk like that?

[whateveriwant]

I know I’ve already gone on and on about what it’s like to have a size difference with Simon Riley, but I’m sorry, I just will never get over how big and strong this man is.

Like I feel like sometimes his size gets lost on us since he’s surrounded by other tall, buff military guys all the time. But y’all, I’m telling you, this man is big. Like 6’4, 250+ pounds, big enough to eclipse the sun big.

With a man that big, it honestly doesn’t even matter what size you are because he’s always going to be bigger and stronger than you anyway. You can be tall, short, stocky, thin, whatever, and this man is still fully capable (and willing? 👀) of snapping you in half like a twig.

Are you worried about potential home invaders? Well, you shouldn’t be. One quick flick of his wrist and he’s breaking the neck of anyone who tries to threaten you. Did you accidentally lock yourself out of the house? Well, don’t bother calling a locksmith. There’s no lock left to pick after he’s just caved the door in with his foot. Do you have a really stubborn jar you’re struggling to open? Well, hand it over, love. He can crack that sucker open in half a second flat.

But Lord, don’t even get me started when it comes to all the ways Simon uses that strength of his in the bedroom.

Like when he tells you to sit on his face so he can eat you out. Don’t even try it with that nervous, hovering, “I’m too heavy, Si,” bullshit. You better sit your ass down right when and where he tells you to or he’ll hold you down by the hips until he’s had his fill.

Or when, after a night of heavy flirting and teasing, he’s got that look in his eye as he corners you against your entryway wall. Don’t be surprised when one moment your feet are firmly planted on the ground, and the next you’re lifted into the air, your legs slung over his arms as he drills into you like you’re his own little fuck puppet.

Or when he’s got you spread out on his bed, got your knees up by your ears, got the backs of your thighs burning in a way that’s matched only by how your walls have to stretch to take his thick cock. Don’t think he’s being mean or malicious when he sees your eyes well with tears but does nothing to change the way he’s fucking down into you. It’s not that Simon doesn’t care whenever you cry and quiver and plead with him to go easier on you, it’s that he knows the truth. He knows that, deep down, you love when he handles you like he isn’t afraid to break you.

[spiltspit]

I just think johnny could convince simon to wear a kilt

[rileyslibrary]

After suffering a gunshot wound, you wake up in a hospital bed with Ghost sitting by your side. Unfortunately, the effects of anaesthesia leave you unable to recognise him and, worse, confuse him with someone else.

A/N: Fluff. Based on a request I received a while ago. Hope you like it, anon!

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A machine on your left beeps rhythmically. The taste of something metallic lingers in your mouth, and the iodine smell stinks your nostrils. Your eyes open slowly, but the bright ceiling light forces them shut again. You lick your lips and attempt to swallow a couple of times. Dry. Your mouth is dry. You need water. Your hand moves towards your face, but a low, raspy voice advises you against it.

“Careful now,” it says, and a hand gently grabs your wrist. “Don’t pull the IV off.”

You turn your head towards the figure beside you and squint. It’s a man, but your blurry vision doesn’t help you identify him. Your eyes travel to your wrist and focus on the closest part of him: a skeleton’s hand.

You try to shake your hand off his grip, but it turns out futile. Frustrated, you give up and raise your middle finger at him.

“Not my time yet,” you declare. ���Fuck off.”

“Pardon?” he asks.

“Not ready to go yet,” you reply, tucking your middle finger in your palm and lifting it back up again. “And also, fuck off.”

The man releases your wrist, placing your hand gently beside you. He clears his throat and leans forward. Though your vision remains blurry, you spot what looks like a human skull with a hood over it.

“How are you feeling, love?” he asks, his tone softer.

“How am I feeling, love?” you repeat. “Did Hell improve their customer service?”

“I’m not-” The man begins but pauses. He sighs, shakes his head and rests his elbows on his thighs. “Never mind.”

“Where am I?” You ask.

“Hospital.” He replies. “You took a bullet.”

Directing your attention to your body, you feel a dull throb in your chest. You wince as your fingers brush against the bandages.

“You are joking.” You reply and slap your hand on the bed. “Why? How?”

“Well,” He says and tilts his head to the side. “You exchanged a few shots with the enemy, your gun ran out of bullets, his didn’t, and here we are.”

“My gun?” You ask, shocked. “I have a gun?”

“Several.” He nods.

“SEVERAL?” You shout. “Why would I possibly need several guns?”

“It’s your job, love.” He replies.

“My job is to have several guns?” you ask. “And shooting at people?”

“I wouldn’t put it that way,” he explains, “but it’s mainly for defence.”

“Well,” you shrug and wince at the pain. “Doesn’t look like I’m that good at defence—especially for having several guns.”

“I was really worr—”

“Water,” you interrupt and gesture at your mouth. “I need water.”

“Doctor said it’s not the time for water yet,” he replies.

“Why?” you ask, pretending to check a non-existent wristwatch. “What time is it?”

“No, love,” he replies and muffles a chuckle. “Doctor said you need to wait until you have some water.”

“You throw the ‘love’ thing a little too freely,” you mumble, licking your lips and lifting your index finger. “I’d be really careful if I were you.”

“Really?” he asks, leaning back into the chair and crossing his arms in front of his chest. “Why?”

“I,” you say and point at yourself, “got a boyfriend, thank you very much.”

“Oh,” he exclaims and tilts his head. “Is that so.”

“Yup,” you nod. “And he can kill you.”

“Can he?”

“Can?” You say, and a smug smile forms on your dry lips. “He will absolutely, one hundred and a thousand per cent kill you.”

“Is he that good?” He asks.

“I mean,” you shrug, motioning at the bandages on your chest. “He’s much better than I am.”

“Oh wow,” he exclaims and leans forward. “Is he as good of a boyfriend as he is a shooter?”

“Far from it,” you reply, letting your hand fall to your side.

The man doesn’t speak. He doesn’t seem that comfortable all of a sudden. He shuffles in his chair, trying to find a better position, and when he does, he clasps his hands together.

“Go on,” he finally says. “Spill it.”

“Ok, so,” you begin, “first things first, he doesn’t listen to me when I want to vent, and whenever he does, all he says is nonsense.”

“The lad gives you solutions,” he snaps, “and you call them nonsense?”

“I don’t want solutions, man,” you reply, shaking your head. “I want him to just listen to me.”

“Even if the solutions he provides are literally the answers to your suffering?”

“Even then.” You confirm.

“Gotcha,” he nods. “What else?”

“Oof,” you sigh, “how much time do you have?”

“I’m immortal,” he reminds you, “plus the next reaping is in five hours.”

“Oh boy,” you reply. “Business not going that well lately, huh?”

“Not many deaths to take care of,” he spits. “I guess some people could use some serious training when it comes to their aim.”

“Speaking of training,” you say, “he’s always at work and never spends much time with me.”

“The guy’s trying to spend as much time with you as he can, for fucks sake!” he shouts, throwing his hands up. “He even lied to get you on his team!”

“How do you know he put me on his team?” You ask.

“I keep a close eye on him.” He replies.

“What did he lie about?”

“Your precision in aiming,” he jokes and motions for you to continue. “Next one.”

“I can’t think of anything else,” you reply. “Other than he doesn’t say how much he loves me.”

“You’re having a laugh now, aren’t you?” He says, and his tone feels almost threatening. “He’s showing it to you daily; offering advice, keeping you close to him, even risking the possibility of being accused of nepotism for crying out loud! He doesn’t need to say it as well for you to know it!”

“It’s just nice to hear it sometimes,” you sigh and twist a thread from the bed sheet. You turn your head slightly toward him, and he lowers his head to the ground.

“How about you?” You ask. “You have a girlfriend?”

“I do,” he confirms.

“Shut up!” You shout, widening your eyes and immediately closing them back again. “Where did you guys meet?”

“Hell,” he replies. “Right in the pits of it.”

“How is she?” You ask.

“Perfect.” He states.

“Bullshit,” you murmur. “No one’s perfect.”

“She is to me.” He says, shrugging.

“Do you love her?” You ask.

“Absolutely,” he replies, nodding slowly. “One hundred and a thousand per cent I do.”

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[rj-opp]

Dork dad 👶💀

Idea from here <3

[elysianvrt]

"So you do like me?"

"I like you alive."

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pls take this sick doodle as an apology for not posting

[daredussy]

stay safe out there 🫡

[chamomiletealeaf]

Thought of this at work today lmao

[ltash]

Lieutenant Simon Riley hates Lizards so when he spots one he calls you, his 5 feet shortie to get rid of it.

Minutes after he is screaming as you are following after him with the lizard in your hand.

"Get it off me ," he screams. "You'll pay for this."

Meanwhile soap is rolling on the floor crying while in a laughing fit.

[brattypagansub]

Kate Laswell has a lot to deal with being the team mom of a bunch of military aged males. Enough that she deserves hazard pay.

Has walked in on Soap and literally every member of 141

The first time she saw Simon’s face Kate asked who Price snuck into base this time. Then actually had a blood chill moment when the man smiled and spoke.

Had to settle a bet on who Soap likes more

Commented that at least Soap has the legs and glutes to pull off the TikTok leggings

Saved Simon from a bat that managed to get into the base

Was forced against her will to hear Price and Simon flirt with each other on comms. While Simon annoyed the ever loving hell out of Price.

Nearly got whiplash when Simon told Soap to keep it tactical and acted annoyed. Because bitch you literally recited pick up lines for an hour to Price. The hell do you mean keep it tactical?

Listens to Simon beg Soap to keep talking over comms when they hear a loud noise. And her heart starts to break until they hear. His annoyed grumble and Kate nearly yelled at him to not scare her like that.

Joins Simon in hoping Soap never stops talking on comms because he’s unintentionally hilarious.

Spars with Gaz because he doesn’t hold back

Watched Simon MacGyver a fix for his comms then around Johnny act like he needs to type one letter at a time

Listened to Simon recite the sacred text of the book of Clapilations around Price. Then when he’s around Johnny lets the man think he doesn’t know what an innuendo is.

[urmomschocolatemilk]

Got a request for something like this a while ago n I lost it, but here it is!! ^_^

Simon who “secretly” likes to be pampered and dotted on by you as much as he likes to pamper you.

He’ll put up a fight and pretend to hate the time you spend doing your skincare routine on him, cleaning up his beard stubble and shaping his eyebrows but he loves feeling cared for.

When you first ask him he put’s up a little bit of a fight but it doesn’t take to long for him to agree, mumbling a “fine,” and laying his head down in your lap.

All his complaints and grumbles quickly dissipate once you get started. After all there’s nothing to complain about when he’s being lulled into relaxation by warm towels and the scent of your perfume.

He keeps his eyes closed the entire time, only opening them when he feels the absence of your hands on his face for a moment to long or opening when he catches you snickering quietly.

“There’s nothin’ funny ‘bout this,” he grumbles, and that makes it even funnier to you.

Once you’re finished he sits up, watching as you pack your tools and when you finally look up at him and see the product of your work you’re almost in awe.

“What?”

You grin “You’re glowing Si!”

[whateveriwant]

Good evening, I can't stop thinking about Simon going brain dead as he fucks you :)

Like, just imagine. You're on your elbows and knees as Simon's hitting it from behind, when suddenly you feel something wet land on your back. You know it's not him finishing given the fact that he's still buried deep inside you, so you look back over your shoulder to see what the hell that was you just felt.

And when you turn around, the sight that greets you is one for the ages. There's Simon, eyes unfocused and glazed over, mouth hanging wide open in the most fucked-out expression you've ever witnessed. He looks like he's never had an intelligent thought in his life; like he's been reverted back to a primitive brain, whose only drives are to eat, breathe, and fuck.

As you watch him rut into you like a sex-crazed animal, it's then you spy the source of the mystery liquid dripping onto your back. There, dribbling steadily from Simon's ajar mouth, flows a thick stream of drool. It leads down from his bottom lip in long, viscous ribbons, landing and settling itself along the curve of your spine. If he even notices (which, by the look on his face, he's too far gone for such higher-order thinking processes) then he doesn't care. He just lets his spit pour freely from his open mouth, like some kind of wild beast that's got its eyes locked onto its next meal.

Simon is so mentally checked out that he can't even hear you as you gently say his name. No, all he can think about – all his shriveled little monkey brain can focus on at this moment – is how fucking good you feel around him and how fucking badly he needs to fill you up.

When Simon does finally cum, he can only manage a garbled string of grunts and groans that doesn't even come close to resembling human speech. After three, four, five thrusts as deep into you as possible, his whole body is shaking, and his trembling limbs give out.

He collapses on top of you without a second's consideration of his size, pinning you to the mattress beneath his warm, heavy frame. You can still feel him drooling a little as his face comes to rest in the crook of your neck, the mess on your lower back getting smeared between your bodies.

It's hard for you to breathe being trapped under Simon's weight like that, so you try lightly tapping him on the head to ask him to roll off you. Unfortunately, I'm afraid it's no use trying to gain his attention right now. You're going to have to give him a few minutes to collect himself, love.

The poor guy just fucked himself stupid, after all.

[spiltspit]

“give us a smile, l.t?”

“gotta earn it, Johnny.”