#modern warfare iii

[amikoroyaiart]

Some 22 and 09 angst doodles

[eurodynamic]

JOHN "SOAP" MACTAVISH Call of Duty: Modern Warfare III (2023)

[s-oaps]

CAPTAIN SAYS YEET

[yawnderu]

You can never take the military out of a man. Not when that man lost so much thanks to it, giving it his very own soul to serving the Queen and saving the world. Not a single thought about retirement ever going through Simon's head, fully accepting and embracing the idea of dying on the field, of having a warrior's death, fighting tooth and nail until someone gets lucky enough to finally put him down— until you came along.

Simon Riley is a proper lad now, well in his 50's and on his fifth year of retirement, strands of grey adorning his dark brown hair, a thin layer of fat covering his bulging muscles that seem to be getting bigger by the years, never one to stand still for too long and secretly loving the way you praise his body like he's a God.

He looks down at you with half-lidded eyes, another deep moan dragging its way out of his throat at the way your hand wraps around his thick cock with a vice-like grip, your warm tongue circling his leaking tip, his salty precum mixing in with your saliva.

“Like tha', baby.” Simon whispers, his hand wrapping around a fistful of your pretty hair the moment you lick a teasing stripe over his bulbous, pink tip. His free hand quickly replaces yours— something you're too familiar with after being together for so many years, your hands resting on his thick thighs just to feel the way his muscles ripple beneath your soft palms.

“Open your mouth.” It's not an order, it's a plea, his gravelly voice becoming slightly whiny with each deep groan leaving his lips as he wanks over your face, his broad shoulders rising and falling with each deep breath he was forced to take. Your lips part with no hesitation, the warmth of your breath as your tongue pokes out of your mouth is what sends him over the edge, ropes of thick, hot cum landing in your mouth with an accuracy that could have surprised you if you weren't too busy being enthralled by your husband.

Simon looks like a fucking painting, the light coming from the ceiling giving his bulging muscles the perfect shadow, his thin lips slightly parted and a light stubble adorning his pale cheeks, half-lidded eyes staring down at you with blown pupils as he mindlessly smears his hot, creamy cum all over your face with his sensitive tip, just as enamoured as you are.

[cristaq]

Og Soap learnt to tone down his Scottish accent while away from home. It’s not something that he did consciously, it was more of a way to adapt to the people that he was interacting with.

One day Price catches Soap speaking to his family on the phone and holy shit, he could not pick up a single word. He was like a whole other person. Price had no idea that Soap’s voice could have these inflections.

As their relationship deepens, Price catches him slipping up sometimes. A “grand” here, a “wee” there… He watches these displays with a warm smile he didn’t realise he was capable of.

After more time spent together, rescuing each other from the claws of death time and time again, Soap wakes up a bit groggy and throws some Scottish phrases at Price. He doesn’t understand a word. But, what he does understand is that Soap feels at home with him. He is family. And the two could not love each other more.

[no-one-fights-alone]

[morthern]

Ghoapskulls c:

[sleepyconfusedpotato]

I must say that I'm starting to dig this outfit of Ghost's more than the black urban operation outfit in MWII

That MWII black attire will always be a classic but damn... this one... I go bonkers every time. Damn. DAMN.

Like-- his silhouette looks much better??? idk. But he looks so nice in this one!

Which one y'all like more tho? The MWII black outfit or this MWIII one?

[call-of-duty-incorrect-quotes]

Price: What are we going to do?

Soap: I can blow them up.

Price: No.

Soap: …

Price: …

Price: But keep that option open.

[garfieldisbetterthanyou]

don’t bury your enemies alive or whatever

[amikoroyaiart]

Kiss me hard before you go.

[eurodynamic]

CAPTAIN JOHN PRICE Call of Duty: Modern Warfare III (2023)

[s-oaps]

CAPTAIN PRICE 🤚 IN MODERN WARFARE III

[yawnderu]

I wanna nerd out a bit about the new operator (3-headed Ghost) because I just bought him and I can't stop looking at him.

While he is a bizarre combination of limbs from the TF141 members, he's listed as a member of KorTac, a private military contractor in the game known for having the bad guys, including Makarov, Graves, and some Konni soldiers. As of now, all the information of the operator appears as [REDACTED].

The masks he wears are arranged in chronological order following the events of the campaign, starting from the one on the right side, worn by Simon during Grave's betrayal. The mask in the middle is from the cinematic where Simon and Johnny meet up with Rodolfo again to rescue Alejandro, and the mask on the left side is from another cinematic, where Ghost's team eventually defeats Shadow Company.

He has five arms, two of which belong to Simon and are located on the right side of his body. On the left side of his body, two of the three arms are mutated together, and one of the arms belongs to Soap -easily recognizable by his SAS tattoo-, grasping Price's arm, while Gaz's arm is on the back.

Some of the accessories he wears include Gaz's cap,

Price's scarf,

and Farah's headband.

While he is listed as a KorTac operator, still attached to it can be seen a United Kingdom Special Forces patch on Ghost's arm.

Another curious fact is that the solitary arms on the back (belonging to Simon and Gaz) and Simon's head do not stop twitching, to the point it looks rather painful, as the head twitches force his entire body to move as well.

When you're in the selection screen, the Alone operator examines his mutated arm for a few seconds before moving on.

[cristaq]

Old and retired og pricesoap but Price falls prey to Alzheimer’s and he is in Soap’s care. Price often forgets who Soap is so he has to point out their wedding bands as proof of them being husbands. Price always stares in disbelief, having a hard time imagining himself brave enough to be married to a man. His younger self used to struggle a lot with sexuality.

When the name John MacTavish doesn’t ring a bell, the Scot hopes that the name Soap might help joggle the old man’s memory. Price huffs. “Soap? What kind of name is Soap anyways?” The answer brings tears to Soap's eyes. Maybe the man before him hasn’t actually changed much.

The daughter they have adopted together visits often and tries to help in any way. But Soap hates to burden her youth by caring for old people.

But it’s all worth it for the small moments of clarity. “I will always remember you… No matter how many times I forget. I love you.” Price says. “The moment I won’t be able to do so, put me down. That’s not me anymore, love.”

As the disease progresses, dementia sets in and the tantrums become more frequent, to the point that it breaks Soap’s spirit. They had a good thing. Thirty happy years after the end of the war together. But there is not much to do now. Price always hated feeling helpless. His doctors approve the use of assisted suicide.

The moment I won’t be able to remember you, put me down. That’s not me anymore, love.

[no-one-fights-alone]