#modern warfare iii

[anotherrickinthewall]

You don't see him until it is too late.

Pookie

Ghost in the background 🖤

tank

[storeecbrcod]

Thinking about Soap coming back from the last MWIII campaign and waking up with FAS (Foreign Accent Syndrome, not fetal alcohol syndrome LMAO)

Simon finally being able to visit Johnny after being kept away from him for being too ‘obsessive’ according to Price, and sent to desk duty on a nearby base to the hospital to wait out Johnny’s coma. When he got the call that Johnny was awake, he was ready to run there on foot except for Gaz snatching up some keys and beckoning Ghost over to a truck.

When Simon all but bursts in, scaring the ever loving, god fearing souls from the nurses, he stands there staring at the other man for a moment. Then, he quickly walks over, willing to ignore the nurses’ warnings to be gentle.

Then…

“Nice to see you too, Ghost!”

Simon just. Stops.

“What the fuck?”

Insensitive boyfriend award goes to Ghost, though can you blame him?

Why the fuck was his very Scottish boyfriend, with the most grating yet beautiful Scottish accent he’s ever had the misfortune to fall for, speaking like…

like a fucking yank?

Cue the nurses explaining FAS and, after many reassurances, Ghost sitting in the corner pouting over his boyfriend’s temporary loss of his very sexy accent while Gaz gives Soap shit for it.

~

Soap: “You know, you’re making fun of your best mate that nearly died for you right now. This is despicable of you, Gaz.”

Gaz: “And you sound like you’re about to call me a slur, mate, I think you can cope. This is work place harassment, you having that accent.”

Soap: “I’m harassing you? You ableist twot-”

Gaz: “did you just call me a twot?” *laughs*

Ghost: “I’m about to rip out your vocal cords, the both of you, for totally different reasons. Please for the love of God-”

[cristaq]

As Soap lies on the table fading in and out of consciousness, Yuri trembles when he locks eyes with Price. He swears he can see a scarlet glint in them and my god, has Price always resembled Makarov so much? The figure of a monumental man who was told no one too many times. A man who is tired of living off scraps, ready to burn the world for a proper meal. 

From Price's perspective, he tries to see if there is truth behind Yuri’s teary eyes and terror. Price is tired of being denied, being teased with the promise of a happy ending he mistakenly hopes for. Fighting for a world he will never get to experience… a world Soap will never get to experience. It robbed them of everything and there is no fucking prize to claim. And know he has to watch his heart bleed out in front of him, next to a possible traitor.

Fuck being told no and being gaslit into star-crossed crap. This time he will NOT allow for his happiness to slip between his fingers. This time it will be different. And if that means trusting Yuri...

“You will carry him on your back like your life depends on it.” Price's voice is calm, even. “Because it fucking does. Hesitate once…” There is no need to complete the sentence. Maybe it’s just a trick of the light hitting some specks of dust weirdly, but again, Yuri swears there is a crimson aura surrounding the man.

He moves fast to place Soap’s body over his back, which results in some groans. Good, it means he is still alive. He sprints for the back door which should lead to a cellar. He throws one more look behind his back at Price.

Has Price always looked so much like Makarov? The Russian mad man would burn the world for an idea. Price seems ready to burn the world for a single man. Who's to say which of them is more insane?

[amikoroyaiart]

Some 22 and 09 angst doodles

[lostchildonaisle3]

thinking about Gaz having to defuse a bomb immediately after watching his best friend die and not having a good time with it

[eurodynamic]

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

[brav0-6]

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.

[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?

[sugaredquillink]

a little monday treat for you

[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.

[amikoroyaiart]

Kiss me hard before you go.

[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.

[eurodynamic]

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