#modern warfare call of duty 2019

[acrimsoncurse]

Loose Ends - '09 Campaign Ending Rewrite

pairing: Simon "Ghost" Riley x Gary "Roach" Sanderson (Platonic)

word count: 1,500

warnings: character death, military violence, guns, angst tehe

summary: What if Ghost was the one alive at the end of the '09 campaign instead of Roach?

additional notes: I have brain rot still from the original '09 campaign and I'm still upset about how it ends. This is also cross-posted on ao3!

“Roach! I got you covered, go go!” Ghost waved just before he adjusted his hand on his weapon. “Watch for the mortars!” He warned as he shot off a few rounds, glancing around him before he made a run for another tree for cover. They were being compromised, the tree line being overtaken. They had to get out and Roach was far faster than him, it would be easier for him to be covered than for him to cover Ghost.

 He flinched ever so slightly at the explosion followed by a yell behind him, taking a glance back and his eyes widened behind his sunglasses. “Roach!” The fire drowned out his own voice as he called for the other man. There wasn’t a second thought before he ran for him, sliding down the rest of the hill and going for him. A fear settled deep in his chest at that moment. 

Gloved hands grabbing at his vest to pull him out of the way the best he could. Completely deadweight and Ghost having to really use his all to pull him. “I’ve got you Roach, hang on!” His rifle fell to his side now as he pulled him back. His light coloured uniform now covered in dirt and blood, unsure where that blood was coming from but there wasn’t much he could do in that moment. Not with the fire that was incoming. 

“Roach you’ve got to wake up mate.” He told him, giving him a small shake, “I need your help here.” He couldn’t drag him and shoot but he’d damn well try if he needed to. Ghost had to let go of him for a moment, crouching next to him, aiming his gun and shooting a few rounds off before he turned his attention back to him, patting the side of his masked face. “Come on buddy, you’re not goin’ out from a fuckin’ mortar.” Grabbing a hold of his vest to drag him again and feeling the slight shift from him.

 Letting out a breath of relief. Glancing at the treeline that was now being compromised as they grew closer to the landing zone. “Bloody hell.” He muttered as he watched more appear, what he hadn’t expected was for Roach to start aiming, now watching his back as he got them to safety, radioing for the chopper to take aim. It may have been only a few moments before Roach grew heavy again, his head fallen back ungracefully and his rifle no longer gripped tightly in his hands. It’d been enough time for him to be able to get them some sort of cover as he dragged him the rest of the way to the landing helicopter. 

Dropping the injured man as carefully as he could so he could reposition. Grabbing at his arm, “Roach come on, wake up mate!” This time it was more of an order, while concern still settled deep within him at least he was alive. That’s all he could ask for right? Even if the crimson stains grew in size. 

“Come on! Get up Roach! Get up, get up!” He hauled Roach to his feet as he slowly came to, getting a footing of his own but leaning his body against Ghosts. His arm wrapped around his midsection while he brought Roach’s arm around his neck. His gaze shifted towards the ramp as it started to open. 

No man left behind.

“We’re almost there. We’ve come this far, don't drop on me now.” Ghost spoke, was it to bring Roach back into the present or was it to bring a sort of comfort to himself? The two moved forward as Shepherd started to exit and approach them. Any acts of professionalism were small, his concerns on the man who was even quieter than himself. “Do you have the DSM?”

Glancing between the two, he could feel the warmth of the blood seep through his own gloves. “We got it sir.” Nodding.

A faint chuckle had been the only thing Ghost had heard for a second despite the blades overhead. “Good, that’s one less loose end.” Shepherd's hand reached over and placed itself on Roach’s shoulder. 

Ghost’s brows furrowed behind the mask, “We need a medic stat. Sandersons been—” It happened fast. With little time for Ghost to react, a split second and it had all happened and there had been nothing Ghost could do. He hadn’t expected a betrayal by any means. A pistol was brought from Shepherds side, aimed and fired. The bullet went straight into Roach’s midsection, sending him falling back from impact. ”NO” The words escaped his mouth just as quickly.

Whatever hold the two men had on one another was no longer there, hearing the thud of Roach’s body hit the ground beside him, loud groans of pain. Ghost reached for his rifle, taking aim and before he’d been able to fire he felt a sharp pain as he realized Shepherd's pistol had now been pointing at him. The pointblank impact caused him to stumble back, sending him off balance and falling in a fashion similar to Roach’s. Sunglasses clattering off his face and cracking just out of reach.

“What the—'' He groaned, feeling liquid start to seep underneath the fabric. For a brief moment he was Simon Riley. No longer Ghost, that fear from prior coming back like a wave that he couldn’t swim away from. Gasping for air that had been knocked out of his lungs, trying to process what happened. Roach. Turning his gaze to the other man who had very little movement, opening his own mouth in an attempt to find his voice as he watched Shepherd take the DSM without a care, a hand on his wrist that was easily ripped away… What was happening? Trying to speak but nothing came out, the one damn time he needed it too. Watching as Shepherd took leave and attempting to move through the pain that was blurring his vision, or were those tears? 

“All targets destroyed” “Solid copy. No movement detected. 2-6 going into holding pattern”

He could hear the radios of the Shadows who approached, picking up Roach and moving him without a damn care in the world. The man no longer conscious. Every bit of him wanted to order Roach to stay awake, to fight the pain, to _stay alive._ But what was Ghost doing? Succumbing to it as well? The flaring pain paired with the lack of oxygen. This was it. 

Feeling himself get picked up before he followed Roach’s move of blacking out. Only to reawaken when he hit the ground just as hard, if not harder. Being thrown close to Roach and…No movement. His chest not moving underneath his gear, his eyelids remained closed, fabric stained red. Something caught in his throat, not again… Not again this wasn’t happening again. 

“Ghost! Come in!! This is Price! We’re under attack by Shepherds men in the boneyard! Soap! Hold! DO. NOT. TRUST. SHEPHERD. I’ll say it again! Do not trust Shepherd!! SOAP! GET DOWN!” 

His radio still worked but the energy it took to reach for it, and Shepherd knew he was still alive. Meeting eye contact directly with the American as his men dumped…gasoline? On them… Gasoline. _No… No no no. Simon MOVE._ His body remained there, feeling heavier than it did when he found his family. 

“I never liked the damn mask. Makes you look like a fucking asshole.” Shepherd took a drag of the cigar before he effortlessly tossed it onto Roach’s unconscious body. 

”Roach” He choked finally, the scent of gasoline suffocating and the sight of the flames pained. Watching as they got closer to him, Shepherd and the Shadows having made distance by that point. 

Get up. Get up! MOVE SIMON!

Their uniforms were only so resistant to flames and only pieces of it was. Ghost was covered in gasoline, any attempt to get near would result in it spreading to him as well, “Roach…Come on Gary if you’re still there you gotta move.” He tried as he had no choice but to pull himself away with what energy he could muster up. A shitty attempt at waking him up but what more could he do? There wasn’t enough time to get rid of any soaked fabric he wore. Unable to do anything other than to slide as quickly as he could out of the grasp of the flames, drenched in gasoline and watching his comrade burn, he could do nothing about it.

“Price, this is Ghost.” He paused, out of breath and needing more than just a moment but not having that option, “Shepherds gone.” 

Another pause, “Roach was KIA.” Attempting to not let his voice falter but failing to do so as he glanced at the flames from where he had crawled to. 

“Fuckin' hell I'm hit!! Shepherd’s tryna get rid of us. Do not trust any of them. Do you copy? Do not trust any of Shepherds men”

[s-oaps]

CAPTAIN SAYS YEET

[orbuz228]

[blingblong55]

Delivery!-141

during a training in the middle of nowhere

Soap is hiding in his designated spot

Ghost os teaching the rookies about locations to spot Soap

Gaz is demonstrating how to execute perfect target elimination

Price is walking around making sure all is well Reader is in the field, waiting for a signal to attack the rookies

-two minutes later-

Price: WHO THE FUCK ORDERED FUCKING PIZZA TO THE LAND NAV SITE????!!!!

R/N: *stands up* you don't get it, I'm hungry and I hate eating MRE's

Price: Sergeant, you're on my last fucking straw

R/N:...sorry? but can I go get it? I'm hungry and it's already paid for so I don't want to loose that warm meal

Price: get out of my face before I chase you

Ghost to R/N: save me some, I paid for my half

[mockerycrow]

are you good at character analysis? I wanna know what your analysis would be for Gaz, I’m trying to figure out his story since he’s my favorite out of TF 141

KYLE GAZ GARRICK

BASIC OVERVIEW — BIOGRAPHICAL INFORMATION

Kyle “Gaz” Garrick is a British Black man who enlisted into the British Army around 2008 or 2014 (unfortunately, the developers have inconsistencies). His operator biography states 2008 while the official activision website in a blog post about MW2019 states 2014, however it does make sense for him to enlist in 2008. He would have been at least sixteen years old which is the minimum age requirement to enlist. I would like to quickly throw in that Gaz is indeed older than Soap, as this is a misconception that I surprisingly see a lot! Gaz’s blood type is B- and he currently ranks as sergeant (which according to the official British Army website, it typically takes at least twelve years in the service, however it implies it also depends on the person’s abilities).

Gaz spent four years in the Queen’s Lancashire Regiment. During these four years going through a multitude of tests and challenges before passing selection for Special Air Service (SAS). The activision blog says during MW2019, it’s his sixth year serving as a sergeant. However, as Gaz had been selected for TF141, I believe their ranks have paused in time. Gaz has mostly spent his time in anti-terrorism in his military career. He’s an expert in demolitions, VIP escorting, weapons tactics, covert surveillance, and target elimination. He’s been awarded multiple medals, and earned his Parachute Wings whilst spending time at Camp Lejeune in the U.S. whilst collaborating with Navy SEALs. Kyle is a master of evasion and deception, being the only candidate in his entire class to escape capture from the facility and evade detection during resistance training. 

When Gaz first meets Cpt. Price, Gaz is currently assigned to an SAS specific counter-terrorism program in the UK who collaborate with the police, which is another misconception that Gaz was a police sergeant at one point (he was not! I believe some people think this because at E3, Gaz was wearing a police baseball cap).

CHARACTER OVERVIEW

Like true to the original Gaz, he is Price’s protege, being his student. Gaz is overall a serious and hardworking man, loyal and unbreaking. He knows when to joke and he knows when to reload. However, Gaz is not perfect and he does lose his cool (we see subtle development with this later down the road). While being loyal, Gaz does not hesitate to question Price’s choices and actions. We see this multiple times during the series, the most prime example being in MW2019 when Price and Gaz are interrogating The Butcher with Yegor. The Butcher taunts Gaz, causing Gaz to lunge and Price to send him off to fetch.. “The package”. The package being, The Butcher’s family. The reboot games, you have choices, so I’ll give the very basic run down. 

You have the option to opt into the interrogation or to opt out of it. If you opt out, Price bursts out of the room with the information (if you go near the door, you hear The Butcher’s family sobbing). If you opt in, you have so many options. At the end of the day, Gaz is mostly silent and follows orders from Price. In the police cruiser scene, Gaz questions Price in the car—he did not expect to be using women and children as bargaining chips and he makes that clear, and this is a big teaching moment between Gaz and Price. We have to remember that Gaz is young and considering everything, inexperienced to an extent. Price makes up for that inexperience, teaching him along the way. During the interrogation scene, Price makes a remark: “We’ve taken the gloves off.” This is because Gaz lashed out. Later in the car, Price says “When you take the gloves off, you get blood on your hands, Kyle. That’s how it works.” after Gaz questions him.

CONCLUSION

Overall, Gaz is a very complex character and I enjoyed watching his development during these games. I’ve seen people claim Gaz is boring or plain, but I genuinely do not believe that to be the case. Gaz, in my opinion, is also the most relatable character. He’s young, ambitious, and determined. He’s charismatic and efficient. I don’t believe a character has to be extremely traumatized, or look very very unique to be a well-crafted character and Gaz is a great example for this. 

Gaz is just a man who enlisted; someone who is smart and well-rounded (as much as an SAS member can be), he’s quick on his feet and he molds into group work fantastically. He’s extremely versatile and is a quick learner—and wants to learn. He has his flaws that make him human. Gaz develops great self control, is level-minded and is able to think for himself. A great student questions their mentor in everything and you see this with Gaz. 

You see Gaz struggle with morality in the series in a sea of characters who kill and do things without a second thought. We see him question things, we see his emotions and his extreme reluctance. We definitely see some development down the road as Gaz becomes more ruthless, but he never quite forgets his humanity in a way, compared to Price where he can easily disconnect humanity (ex. Calling The Butcher’s wife and son “the package/leverage”). 

Along with this, we see him struggle with the rules in place. I also think this is why Gaz and Price’s dynamic is great. There are rules for a reason, and both Price and Gaz know when to break them—but Gaz learns that breaking some rules doesn’t always happen for the most heroic of actions (again, Price’s quote about bloodying your hands after taking the gloves off). Gaz wants to save people and keep the peace, we see this in Piccadilly during the terrorist attacks and the aftermath scene with Price where Gaz lets the Captain know that he and his unit had actionable intel on the terrorist cell who committed the act. Of course, we see later down the road that taking the gloves off removes all limits, not just some of them. We also see a glimpse of Gaz’s conflicting feelings when 141, Farah & Alex, as well as Laswell learn about Hadir and his plans, as well as when Farah’s forces are deemed a terrorist organization.

I think I rambled on a lot about him, hopefully this is understandable! 

Sources: price & gaz activision blog intros (2019), inconsistency in enlistment date, cod fandom wiki, gaz scenes mwi & mwii, official british army website.

[reds-skull]

Been thinking about Farah a lot lately...

[minkei]

i‘ve been watching COD walkthroughs and when i saw gaz‘ outfit in the amsterdam mission, i just GASPED bcs i couldn’t believe it and took matters into my own hand

it’s not too different from the original outfit but i altered it slightly to make it more fashionable while still keeping a tactical vibe to it

[acradelius]

"Incoming Video Message"

KINKTOBER POST #1 / #16

FANDOM: Call of Duty - Modern Warfare (2019-2023)

PAIRING: Johnny "Soap" MacTavish x Female! Reader, Simon "Ghost" Riley x Female! Reader, Johnny "Soap" Mac Tavish x Female! Reader x Simon "Ghost" Riley

SUMMARY: While having some downtime on a mission Soap proceeds to check his phone, seeing that he has some incoming video messages from his best friend, Simon, who's on a break from missions. Let's just say that Simon's been taking good care of Johnny's woman while he's been away.

RATING: Lemon [🟡] - (NSFW!)

WARNINGS / MENTION OFS: MINORS DO NOT INTERACT WITH (MDNI), Established Relationship Between Johnny And Reader, Non-Established Relationship Between Simon and Reader, Non-Established Relationship Between Johnny and Simon, Non-Established Relationship Between Johnny, Reader, And Simon (They All Consider Themselves In A Relationship With Each Other Eitherway), Downtime Mission! Johnny, Off Mission! Simon, Singular Masturbation, Partial Exhibitionism, Voyeurism, Lewd Media Content, Groping, Oral Sex - Receiving! Simon, / Giving! Reader, Top!/Dom-ish! Simon, Bottom! Reader, Unmentioned Switch! Johnny, Unprotected Sex, Unprotected P in V, Spanking, Hair Pulling, Unprotected Creampie - Giving! Simon / Receiving! Reader, Cum Fetish, Cum Digesting, etc.

WORD COUNT: 1,816 Words (Not Including Images)

TAGLIST: @masterofpuns

(If you'd like to be tagged for all posts, certain fandom posts, or certain character posts then feel free to message me!)

He had almost forgotten about how boring downtime could be during these missions. 

Being on unaccompanied missions didn’t happen as often these days since Johnny had been within the ranks of being a Sergeant within Task Force 141, but it still occasionally happened. Yeah, there were certain segments of being physically alone during missions, but he never was truly alone during those moments. Typically, Laswell or Price would either be on the other end of communications, and that someone else would be meeting up with him to initiate the next part of whatever plan was next. 

Usually, it would be Simon. 

Simon wasn’t here though. 

Johnny hadn’t encountered anyone else within the safehouse that he was temporarily staying at, at least till morning, but nor was he informed if anyone else might be showing up as well. Not that he would necessarily go out of his way to be making a new friend, maybe just some small talk in order to pass the time till he fell asleep. 

There wasn’t much to actually do within the safehouse itself, and right now it was far too risky to actually go out and spend a couple of hours occupying time with something. While there was a television it was something of an ancient piece of technology, which probably only showed local, over the air channels which would bore him almost immediately. The radio had been ransacked for parts and batteries quite some time ago, and the books were worn and torn, probably had sections of them missing as well. Even the break rooms back on base had much more for entertainment than this safehouse did, even if Johnny was only going to be staying for a couple of hours. 

Bzz. Bzz. 

Oh, that’s right. 

There was his work phone within his back pocket. 

Initially, Johnny had forgotten about the phone that typically lingered within his back pocket, seeing that it’s primary use was supposed to be for work purposes only. Yet, it seemed that whatever was on the device was going to be the sole entertainment opportunity for the night, and at this point he would take it. Waking up the phone doesn’t take much more than a press of a button and then a mere password, bringing him to the main interface. There’s that little thing that proceeds to catch his eye, that little, red circle on the right corner of the mail icon, the number one practically burning into his retinas. 

Could it possibly be a message regarding the mission? 

Could it possibly be a message about some special going on from some restaurant he had ordered from earlier in the day? (Don’t tell the higher ups about that, Johnny hates when they put their damned parental locks on the phone.) 

To his surprise, or possibly not, it’s actually a text message from Simon. 

Johnny eyebrows raise as he sees the prompts to download the videos, the man considering himself quite intrigued now. Simon was always a man of words in person rather than over text, but he definitely wasn’t a photogenic person, which is what causes curiosity to creep up within his mind. If Simon was sending him something over the phone, especially videos after Johnny mentioning his missus, then this must have been something good. 

His finger couldn’t hit that download prompt much faster than it had. 

‘Sendin’ this ta’ Johnny.’ 

Simon’s voice could be heard clearly once the video had begun being played, sending shivers coursing straight down Johnny’s spine. He had to adjust himself on that small, worn couch within the living room of the safehouse, already starting to unbuckle and unzip his pants. Johnny was well aware that he himself was quite easy to exhilarate, and knowing that Simon and (Y/N) both involved, he was definitely going to be in for a ride. 

‘Hiya, baby!~ Miss ya’ so much!~’ 

Pausing the video for a moment to place a kiss upon the missus' beautiful face. 

‘Hope you’re keeping yourself safe out there!~ Simon’s been keeping me company!~ Good company, of course!~’ 

There’s some teasing aspects to the first video, subtle but noticeable enough for Johnny, but it’s tame for the most part. It’s a cute outing between the two, essentially a date if it’s to be described as anything else, between Simon and (Y/N). (Y/N)’s wearing that endearing sundress that she had bought on the previous shopping trip, the one that’s extremely low cut from the top and high riding from the bottom, Johnny hasn’t had the pleasure of getting to see it in person yet. Throughout the video there’s times where whenever (Y/N) would bend over or purposely lift the bottom of her dress up slightly that Simon would zoom in, sometimes even catching a peek of some lacy, white panties. Other times it would be Simon pressing her up against a wall wherever they happened to be at, bringing a large hand to grope at one her breasts or having his hand trailing up her thigh and underneath her dress. 

‘Be a good girl and flash those new piercings of yours to the camera, sweetheart. Show Johnny-boy what’s waiting for him once he gets back home.’ 

‘Yes, sir. Johnny, look at how cute my nipple piercings are~ Maybe we could look into getting my clit pierced next?~’

Johnny doesn’t want to end up finishing too quickly, that would ultimately ruin it for him, especially since he hasn’t even viewed the second video yet and he’s sure that there’s definitely going to be some delicious jerk-off material within it. 

His grip around the shaft has tightened, causing a shiver of pleasure to course down his spine while his hips involuntarily buck up. “Ohh, fuck~” His stroking speed being leisurely, making sure to drag along the veins of his erect cock up to that burning, red tip where he would tease himself by brushing the buildup of precum across it, and using it as lube for the rest of his cock. 

The second video was longer than the first video, but Johnny definitely didn’t mind. As a matter of fact, the longer the better. It gave Johnny the challenge to see how long he could last while watching his two favorite people in the world with each other. It made him more enthusiastic to get back home. Pressing the play button upon the screen he’s met with such a beautiful sight. A sight that he would never be able to get tired of, that would be able to get his cock hard and throbbing at any second of the day, no matter where he was or what he was doing. Those pretty eyes looking up into the camera through fluttering eyelashes, a gentle grip as the bottom of her dress is gripped within both hands, lips pursed and glistening from the saliva continuously coats them from bobbing her head. 

(Y/N) looks absolutely gorgeous being on her knees while sucking Simon’s cock. 

‘Johnny’s taught you quite well, hasn’t he, love? Using that pretty mouth of yours so well.’ 

‘Mmph!~ Johnny’s such a good- uhmm, mmph!~’

‘Didn’t give you permission to speak, love. Especially considering that I’ve got you busy with my cock in your mouth.’

Johnny’s thumb briefly brushes against the phone screen as he adjusts himself on the couch once again, causing the video to skip forward a couple of minutes. What he was seeing was an absolute tease, but also an absolute heaven. How such an obscene noise of skin slapping against skin was blaring through the phone speaker as Johnny watched Simon manhandle his cock in and out of his girlfriend, watching the plush flesh of her ass and hips bounce with every collision of Simon’s hips against her backside. How (Y/N)’s hands were tightly fisting the loose sheets underneath them, face buried into the pillows. Even then, Johnny could still clearly hear the loud moans and occasional shrieks that left her lips, those words of completely being in the grasp of pleasure. 

‘M-Mm, fuck!~ T-Too much, Si!~ Too much!~’ 

‘You can handle it, love. I know for sure that you can handle my big, thick cock. Taking it slow, taking it rough, taking it anyway that I want you to take it.’ 

Simon’s hand gracefully travels across the supple skin of (Y/N)’s ass, chuckling softly at her reaction of letting out a squeal of surprise as his hand collides with the flesh of her ass, giving a squeeze before proceeding to spank her once again. Squeezing the flesh of her ass is soon replaced with his hand slowly trailing up her back, thumb brushing against the structure of her spine, (Y/N)’s hips bucking up against him, until she’s forced to arch her back as Simon roughly grabs at her hair and pulls her head back. 

‘Simon, gonna cum!~ W-Wanna cum!~ Please, please, please!-’ 

‘Uh uh. There’s someone else that you need permission from to cum.’

‘J-Johnny, please!~ Please, can I cum?~ N-Need to cum, want to cum!~ Gonna cum, gonna cum, gonna cum!-’ 

It was absolutely beautiful watching her unravel due to the intense orgasm that Simon had withdrawn from her, and in some aspects, Johnny did as well. That soft cry that escapes past her lips while her eyes briefly roll back, a hand pressing back against Simon’s abdomen to get him to slow down. Yet, it proves to be fruitless, whatever words that Simon was speaking not clearly being picked up from the phone video, until his body takes up most of the view, his loud voice echoing throughout the living room of the safehouse. 

‘FUCK! TAKE MY FUCKIN’ CUM, LOVE! FUCKIN’ TAKE IT!’ 

Johnny’s breath becomes hitched within his throat at the next sight that causes his mouth to water, how the camera pans down from (Y/N)’s pleasure contorted face down to her messy cunt, Simon using two of his fingers to push apart the outer labias to reveal his thick cum slowly dripping from her and landing on the sheets below. ‘What a waste,’ Johnny thinks to himself briefly, wishing that he was home so he could clean up both of his girlfriend and his best friend, to enjoy the taste of them amongst his tongue, a taste that only he would be rewarded with out of all people. 

It’s the clear visual and imagining the taste upon his tongue that brings Johnny to his own orgasm, hips bucking sporadically while the pace of him stroking his cock becomes sloppy and erratic as well. “Fuckin, hell!” He groans out, head falling back while his eyes briefly close, cum spurting in thick stands across his lower abdomen and some upon his chest. He’s a damn fiend, Johnny is, gathering an abundance upon his fingers and bringing it to brush against his tongue. A soft chuckle, he finally begins to text Simon back. 

[poreyneel]

it's my birthday gift to myself - Captain John Price my beloved

[abedofroses]

Q: Is it soccer or football?

(Source)

[s-oaps]

CAPTAIN PRICE IN “PICCADILLY” | MODERN WARFARE 2019

[orbuz228]

[ramvur]

somebody has to teach the enemy to be afraid of the dark n shit boy

[ohgeesoap]

You want to translate that from bullshit to English?

The vibe watching people fumble excuses for not including Gaz.

[applbottmjeens]

Kyle's home.

[minkei]

Leyendecker Study of my favorite military man ever 🫶🫶