#mw19

[cerosin-bis]

MW19 Krueger (x)

[azucarera-art]

cowboy alex

[mikk1n]

😏 Gaz time

[hedgehogsaretheultimatelifeform]

Kinktober 2024 Day Twenty Three

Sharing

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick/Simon "Ghost" Riley/Captain John Price

Gaz slowly sat up as he connected the meaning in Ghost’s words together, spelling out the opportunity he was being presented with. “You’re… You’re going to let me fuck you?”

“I’m prepped for it, so someone is.” Ghost tilted his head to one side, watching as Gaz’s energy returned, having not quite fucked it out of him. “You, or I can go find someone else, I guess…”

“No, don’t. I can do it.” Gaz reached out and squished Ghost’s face in his hands. “Didn’t think you loved me that much, Ghostie.”

“Course I do. Might love you less, if you call me that again.” Simon rolled the pair of them over, failing to land on top of Kyle, only half pining him down as he nestled both of them into the sheets. “Just, need a minute first.”

“Course. You need a drink or anything?” Gaz wriggled out from under Ghost’s grip, scooping up his joggers as he looked for his shoes. “A snack?”

“If you’re going, a sausage roll.” Simon leant up, reaching for his bed side table. “Got water here.”

“On it.” Gaz slid his trainers on, not bothering with a shirt before he opened the door to Ghost’s bedroom to find Price standing there, his hand raised to knock.

“Oh… hello, Gaz, Simon.” He lowered his hand, glancing past Gaz, towards Ghost.

“What’re you doing here?” Gaz swung the door back, effectively hiding Ghost from view as Price shuffled his feet.

“I… wanted to see Simon.”

“I’m seeing Simon right now.” Gaz gripped the door tightly, intent on dealing with this himself as he heard Ghost sigh and get up behind him.

“I know… I just… You know, never mind.” He turned to go.

“John, wait.” Simon’s words stopped him as Ghost came up behind Gaz, resting a hand on his shoulder. “Give us a minute, yeah?”

Price nodded, and Ghost pushed the door closed, turning Gaz around to face him.

“What was that?” Ghost cupped his chin, tilting his head to meet his eyes.

“It’s my turn.” Gaz mumbled, feeling like he was justified in his complaining. It was his turn, and Ghost had just said he was going to let Gaz fuck him, which he’d never let Gaz do before. Price had probably done it before, probably done it loads of times. It was Gaz’s turn.

“I know.” Ghost brushed his and down Gaz’s arm, taking his hand and squeezing it. “Do you really think I’d let Price upset my offer?”

Gaz thought about it. “No.”

“Exactly. My company is first come, first serve. Price knows that, as well as you do.” Ghost linked his fingers with Gaz’s. “Besides, it’s not like he’ll be going without. I’ve got two holes.”

Gaz chuckled lightly, glancing at the door that was hiding Price from view. “Won’t he be annoyed about that?”

“Probably. Especially since you’re definitely getting the better of the two.”

“Your mouth is pretty good.” Gaz protested.

“Not when I’m getting fucked well, it’s not.”

Gaz’s eyes widened and he nodded slowly. He wasn’t going to pretend that he wasn’t excited to have that kind of effect on Ghost.

“So, are you going to play nice?”

Gaz met Ghost’s eyes, smiling as he nodded. “Yes, I will… even if he doesn’t.”

The comment made Ghost chuckle, before he kissed Gaz and nodded towards the door. “Go let him in, then.”

Gaz nodded, watching Ghost head back to the bed, before opening the door again. “Hey, Cap. Sorry about that, come on in.”

Price nodded, and stepped over the threshold as Gaz moved aside to let him in. He continued looking past Gaz to Ghost, who was standing across the bed, arms folded. “Sorry for dropping in unannounced.”

“Don’t be.” Gaz lingered in the doorway, glancing back at Ghost himself. “Just the sausage roll then?”

Ghost nodded. “Two, if there’s spare. We’ll be waiting for you.”

Gaz took the serious tone of Ghost’s voice as being aimed at Price, the giddy joy carrying him quickly down the corridor to the kitchen, dark until he lit it with the light from the fridge as he searched for the sausage rolls Simon wanted. He found the packet hidden in the back, with just one left. He sighed and set it on the counter. Too bad for Ghost.

He searched for himself next, scarfing down a handful of ham and a swig of orange juice, as the thought of bringing something back for Price crossed his mind. He gave a casual peruse of the fridge, before deciding he couldn’t be bothered, and that Price didn’t deserve that kind of generosity from him right now. He closed the fridge and grabbed the sausage roll before hurrying back to Ghost’s room.

He knocked on the door before entering, slowing his pace as he found Ghost and Price sat across from each other on the bed, staring at the other in silence.

Gaz stopped at the foot of the bed, waiting a second before holding out the sausage roll to Ghost.

He took it and ate the whole thing without looking away from Price. Gaz shrugged, deciding to not get involved, and crossed the room to the bedside table behind Ghost, picking up the bottle of lube that was there.

“You’re really going through with this, aren’t you?” Price grumbled, spying Gaz’s movements out of the corner of his eye.

“Yes.” Ghost replied, picking leftover pastry off his fingers.

“He’ll never want anything else; you know that?”

Ghost reached up and pulled Kyle close to his side. “Kyle’s nice enough. Seems like, you’re the demanding one here. Interrupting us.”

Price snorted and looked away from Ghost. “I’m tired, Simon.”

“Even more reason you shouldn’t fuck me.” Simon grinned at his small victory, pointing to the head board. “Move.”

Price went where Ghost pointed, sitting against the pillows and spreading his legs as Ghost crawled between them, removing Price’s boxers as Kyle slid up behind him, grabbing a handful of his ass.

“Oh yeah…” Ghost looked up at John as he rubbed his cock. “No backseat driving from you. Leave Kyle to it, you hear me?”

“Fine.” John grumbled.

“Better be. Wouldn’t want to have to gag you.”

“I’d pay to see that.” Gaz responded, making Ghost chuckle. “Lucky for you Cap, I don’t have my wallet.”

Price rolled his eyes, a concealed smile playing on his lips as Ghost took his dick in his mouth, leaving Kyle to do what he needed to do. He gently pushed Ghost’s ass open, spreading lube on his fingers as he nudged them inside his more highly sought after hole, gently putting Ghost’s back as he resisted the penetration, relaxing as Kyle quickly worked a second finger in too.

John groaned at the head of the bed above them, tilting his head back and resting his hands on Ghost’s shoulder as he began to suck him off.

Kyle grinned, reaching under Ghost to cup his dick, gently rubbing it as he teased his ass hole open, spreading lube around his own cock before pushing the blunt head against his fingers, slowly swapping them for his dick as he pushed it inside.

“He likes being stretched like that.” John murmured, glancing down at Kyle as he tossed the lube aside, leaving both of his hands free to grasp Ghost’s hips. “Feels like he just went limp around me.”

Kyle laughed. “See, Simon? Told you I knew what I was doing.”

Simon raised an arm to try and flip Gaz off, only for Price to catch it and close Ghost’s finger back into his fist. “That’s not nice, Simon. Kyle’s doing such a nice job for you.”

Kyle chuckled again, looking down to avoid continuing the conversation. His brain too occupied with how good Ghost’s ass felt to be doing that. He groaned, leaning over Simon as he sank his hips down, pushing his dick deep into him, marvelling at how his dick just disappeared inside Ghost’s body. He tried to ignore the fact that Price was openly watching him, looking like he was bloody proud of Kyle when Ghost went limp on the bed as he fucked him.

For a moment, they both silently leant in to get a look at Ghost’s face, making sure he was okay before continuing, Kyle fucking his ass and John slowly bucking his hips into his mouth, silently exchanging glances as Simon shifted below them, watching for any sign that it was too much.

Kyle hissed when he felt Simon tense under him, before suddenly pushing himself up on his hands, cum dribbling from his lips as John came. John sat forward to help Ghost up, wiping his face clean and lying his head on his thigh so he wouldn’t interrupt Kyle from fucking him.

Kyle thighs were shaking. He was so desperately ready to cum, to stake his claim in this man’s beautiful ass, and he cupped his hand around Ghost’s dick again. He felt Price’s hand just below his, cupping Ghost’s balls, their knuckles brushing together every time Kyle moved his hand, teasing Ghost until he shuddered and came over Kyle’s hand, his cum dripping down to John’s too, as his ass squeezed tight, pulling Kyle over the edge with him.

“That’s it, Simon. Good, that’s it…” Kyle murmured, accepting Price’s help in gently lowering Simon fully down to the bed. He gently pulled his dick out of Ghost’s ass, wiping the mess around it clean as best he could before Ghost sat up and kissed him.

He tasted like John’s come and Kyle reared back, wrinkling his face. “What’ve you been eating, Cap? That’s foul.”

John laughed. “It’s not meant for eating, Kyle. I don’t see Ghost whining.”

“True.” Simon mumbled. “But that’s ‘cause I’m too tired to.”

“Ah, better settle down then. Budge.” Kyle looked pointedly at John until he shuffled to the side, letting Gaz lie Ghost down on the pillow.

“Good man, Kyle. Did a fantastic job.” Price murmured, nodding approvingly at him as he settled next to Ghost.

“I said…” Ghost mumbled, trying to raise his head.

“Giving feedback, Simon. Not telling him what to do.” John rubbed his shoulder as Kyle rinsed his mouth out, before offering the water bottle to Price.

Price took a swig and passed it back. “I’d better be going.”

“You sure? The bed’s pretty big.”

“I’ve got to make a call, but thanks for the offer.” He leant over to kiss Gaz, then down to kiss Simon. “Thank you, both of you.”

Gaz nodded, tugging Ghost’s hand into his lap, waving as the captain left the room.

“See, sharing’s not so bad.” Ghost murmured when he’d gone.

“Yeah, sure.” Kyle nodded. “Swap you and him around, next time?”

Ghost chuckled. “That, I could get behind.”

[timhex]

Konig/krueger doodle

[kunikisss]

suffering from niktokrueger brainrot. here are some shitty sketches of them

nikto’s Supposed to be saying “i love you too, seva. i hope that one day i will be brave enough to tell you this when you can hear me.”

[kommandokawaii]

Just a bunch of cute, cuddly chibi Operators

Can you still recognize them all? Let me know in the comments!

[decaf-mother]

EVEN more COD as things I've said out of context

[8-rae-rae-8]

Something something Alex thinking he won't be saved because there's no way to call out for anyone. There's no way to beg and scream, his throat is burned to all hell like the rest of him. The radio is gone, or maybe it's melted to his shirt. It's not like he can feel it to see. He can't feel much of anything, not anything beyond agony.

He's alone. He can hear the helicopter distantly leaving and can barely make out the trees moving, but it's not coming for him. It's not coming back, he's not going back home. He's alone here, and no prayer is going to fix it. He can beg in his mind all he wants; he's alone anyways.

He's going to die here, and all he can do is wait. Laying in the dirt on his front, everything burns and he can only tell something is missing when a leg doesn't kick into the dirt beneath him. He'll bleed out here, or maybe the flame burnt bright enough to cauterize it after the smoke choked him and his vision went black. He got enough air eventually to wake up, but god does he pray to go back to sleep. It wouldn't hurt like this anymore.

His throat and lungs are coated in the smoke, burning with each breath he coughs up and choked out. Surely he'll die here. He'll die and no one will come save him.

It's his fault, really. He's dying because he said he would, for Farah. Because god knows he's dangerously devoted. He took the order with a smile on his face and so, so very gladly accepted the fact that he'd die doing this. But he didn't die.

And no one's coming to save him.

[daddy-cake]

Krueger x Mexican!Reader Headcanons

Y'all already know the drill, this is all sfw and Gender Neutral!Reader

No use of any Y/N variations

A/N: I'm Mexican and in love with him... I just had to. This place needed more Mexican!Readers anyways🙄

MEXICO RAHHHH🇲🇽🇲🇽🇲🇽🇲🇽✊🏼✊🏼✊🏼✊🏼

Reader is also implied to not be part of the military. Sorry not sorry <33.

Warnings: All of these just silly goofy

MASTERLIST

First time meeting your family is going to be Krueger's last.

The family wasn't so happy to hear that you fell in love with a white man.. They could have let it slide if he was American because most Mexicans are a suck up to Americans... but Austrian? Grandma was literally crying at the news and praying for the family, she was claiming that the family was truly doomed. The only thing that will get the family to calm down is you reminding them that he isn't from Spain or Argentina. Heavy on Argentina.

Family is going to be calling him "El Barbie" in a derogatory sense. You tried to tell him that it was a compliment and means that's he's tough in Spanish.

Your dad definitely tried to bond with him by taking him to rooster fight. However, the two came home and your father was beyond mad. He starts claiming that Sebastian is bad luck because his rooster, who has a streak of wining 20 tournaments, lost. Got rubbed by the egg afterwards.

Sebastian isn't too pleased with the environment. Parents are having an argument, kids are running around screaming or crying, music is playing at full volume, one of the dogs are barking, the tías are gossiping, La Rosa de Guadalupe is playing, Grandma rubbing him with the egg and praying, Grandpa is working on the roof, and some cousin is vacuuming.

When dinner came around... lord help this man. He wasn't prepared for the spice that only he could taste. Had tears trying to escape then he had to excuse himself from the table and go outside to regain his composure. The whole family was muttering "No aguanta nada" the whole time.

To say he was relieved to hear that you two were going home is an understatement. He preferred more of a quiet environment than one that is loud and makes it very apparent that he's not welcomed there.

When you two arrived at your own place he was ready to just pass out. He was warned that the place was going to be busy, but he thought he could handle it and it wasn't that bad since he was a soldier... he should've listened to you.

The next day was spent inside and not even letting an ounce of the outside in. Krueger dearly needed it to just regain his sanity from the pervious day.

Everything was going fine until when he wanted to prepare something for lunch. He was looking all over the kitchen for the pots and pans until he finally gave up and asked you where you kept them.

"Why are they in the oven?"

"You don't put them in the oven?"

Krueger at one point received a gift that was rooster from you and was so confused why you would gift him this. At first, he thought it was some sort of joke gift from you until he realized it was a genuine gift after a few seconds of silence. Doesn't even know what to do with it, so he ended up giving it to your dad. Dad was not happy.

The one time the both of you went out to dinner, he was not expecting other guests to keep telling you two to have a good meal as it wasn't a thing in all of the countries he has lived in.

Was told by you not to speak at all when you two were out on the streets or else y'all would get jump. Krueger doesn't listen to the rules though.

When you left your Banda music on while doing some chores, he was about to turn it off but he got really into the music.

Got a chihuahua simply because you begged for one and he found it somewhat funny that despite their small sizes they are very protective. Also it was between that or the stray xoloitzcuintli down the street that's been there for around 10 years.

100% brags about thechihuahua, saying he has a vicious dog that could kill anyone. Everyone thought he got a Rottweiler for a long time.

La Quebradita. Trust once you teach Krueger the basics, y'all gonna be making your cousins and their partners jealous. Considering he's part of a PMC and once in the military, he obviously is gonna have some strength. That strength comes in handy when you two want go all out in a Quebradita competition.

Considering Krueger was once part of the military, he obviously would be sort of tidy considering that they engraved that trait into his head when he first joined. So yes, he would help you clean around the house. HOWEVER, laundry duty is always on him. Simply the way that you'll probably fold clothes would just trigger something in him like a sleeper agent.

You'll always have to be the first to initiate any sort of "I love you"s. He doesn't know why, but he just can't bring himself to say it to you.

When Sebastian is away on missions, he often times receive texts from you that revolves around staying safe. He can't help it, but to have a small smile plaster on his face.

There will be some point in the relationship that he would just go off the grid and/or no contact for a few days. It's not that he hates you. It's just that considering the life he has lead, he definitely needs some points to take a step back to recollect in a way. Also to stay away from authorities, but let's not take about that.

Would never go into any sort of detail about his background besides being part of the military. He'd never once talk about his parents or why he's no longer part of said military. To you he's kinda of an enigma. You know so little about him, but he knows so much about you. You that it was unfair in a sense. However, no matter how much you try to get answers, he'd never budge. So after awhile, you start chalking things up to him having a strained relationship with his parents (which in a lot of Mexican households would probably mean that his parents were absolutely vile if you go no contact with them) and possibly leaving the military on his own terms.

Krueger would go great lengths for a mangonada. Me too bro, me too.

[schneckmag]

I dont think people think about the fact that krueger knows russian near enough.

I'm convinced the fucker knows close to perfect pronunciation, but just to piss nikto off he'll speak it with the heaviest accent he can muster

[cerosin-bis]

It's march 29th which means it's Krueger's birthday : ) Happy birthday to my favourite video game character maybe ever. nearly 4 years of consistently drawing this guy in particular. love him.

[eloisyw8]

Happy New Year everyone! 🎉

[flipphone01st]

Bro, for the past like 5 weeks the only thing that's been on my mind is dragon price... Like just imagine being all cuddled up to him while his wing is overtop of you like a blanket, and he's just so. Fuckin. WARM. it would be like the greatest sleepy time ever. Or you'd just be chilling and this big beautiful bitch shows up and just throws gold and other really expensive and pretty things at you and is like "for you :)".....I'm so sane

[hedgehogsaretheultimatelifeform]

Kinktober 2024 Day Twenty Nine

Stuck in a Wall

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick/Captain John Price/John "Soap" MacTavish

“What the hell…?” Gaz shoved the door to Price’s room open, stopping with his mouth open as he saw what had caused the shuddering crash he’d heard a moment ago. The wall between Soap and Price’s room had partially collapsed, letting Soap poke his face through the hole above where the two struts had fallen, now crossed over each other rather than standing upright, like they were meant to.

“Hey, Gaz!” Soap’s face brightened even more than it already was when he saw Gaz’s concerned face, beckoning for him to go further into Price’s room. “Come check it out.”

“What happened?” Gaz stepped into the room, studying the randomly decayed architecture closer. “Where’s…”

The questions died on his lips as he saw where Price was. The captain was wedged inside the mysteriously collapsed wall, pinned down by the two crossing struts, propped up on the remains of the wall below him, with his ass and legs face Gaz as he squirmed, struggling to get a solid standing on the floor below him.

“Great, isn’t it?” Soap rested his hand on one of the metal beams as he grinned.

Gaz nodded his head slowly. Something, fuck knows what, had happened, and it had made this specific piece of wall, and only this specific piece of wall collapse; and of course, it had coincidentally just happened to pin Price down underneath them, leaving him… vulnerable to attack, if Gaz could speak metaphorically. He shook his head, done worrying about the details as he walked up to stand behind the captain’s ass. “You’re not hurt, are you John?”

“No.” Price’s grumpy reply came from the other side of the wall. “I’m just stuck in a bloody wall.”

“It’s kind of like a bad porn set up.” Soap stood up on his tiptoes, bracing against the struts as he peered down to get a view of Price’s shaking ass.

“What do you mean, kinda like? It’s exactly a bad porn set up.”

“Well, yeah.” Soap stood back, tapping his fingers against the metal. “But, it’s not like we’re actually going to do that.”

“The hell, we’re not.” Gaz leaned up on the wall himself, poking his head through into Soap’s room to get a look at Price’s head as he craned it up, ready to protest. “You want the front or the back?”

“Oi. Are either of you going to ask what I think about it?”

“We have eyes, Cap. You’re into it.” Gaz rocked back on his heels, dropping into a crouch as he pushed his hand in between Price’s legs and palming his erection through his trousers.

“Oh, he’s not hard, is he?” Soap’s head reappeared at his hole, fingers scrabbling at the decaying plaster as he looked down. “Can I see?”

“Come around and have at it.”

Soap shrieked in glee as he disappeared from the hole, his hurrying footsteps only being interrupted by a door banging against the wall as he tore it open in his eagerness to get around into Price’s room.

“You’re having fun.” Price’s accusation came in a deadpan voice from the other side of the wall.

“Aww, really, you think?” Gaz squeezed his erection again.

Price sighed, but before he could say anything else, the door behind Gaz burst open. Soap appeared, diving to his knees at Gaz’s side before prying his hand away from Price’s crotch to see what the captain was packing.

“Blimey… You weren’t kidding.”

“When do I ever kid?” Gaz gasped, mock offended, before exchanging a kiss with Soap in front of Price’s dick, ignoring the captain’s protests.

“So… Can I please have this side?” Soap looked at Gaz, eyes wide and pleading, pressing kissed against Gaz’s fingertips when Gaz raised his hand to Soap’s face.

“Of course you can.” Gaz smiled and patted Soap’s cheek. “I’ll take the other end.”

“Good man.” Soap clapped Gaz’s shoulder, shuffling closer to Price’s ass as Gaz got up. Gaz lingered a moment, grabbing a handful of John’s ass as he looked around for one little something…

He found it. One of Price’s precious hats.

Gaz plopped it on his head, the sight making Soap snort with laugher, breaking up his efforts to pull Price’s pants down as he sat back on his hands.

“Looking good, Cap.”

“I’ll have you, Soap.” Price spoke up, still struggling for balance where he was stuck in the hole.

“Hush.” Soap patted his ass. “I’m not talking to you.”

Price made a noise of indignation, ignored by Soap as he winked at Gaz, giving him a mock salute as he left the room.

Gaz quickly rounded the corner to where Soap’s room was, breezing through the open door, smiling as he saw Price’s face, tilted up as his hands braced against the wall below him so he could look and see what Soap had found so amusing.

“Hey, Price. Found something of yours.”

Price grimaced. “Nope. Take it off.”

“Why? Doesn’t it suit me?” Gaz posed dashingly, if he said so himself, watching Price’s glowering stare out of the corner of his eye.

“No.” Price snapped, his hands slipping as Gaz approached the wall and reached down to cradle John’s face in his hands.

“Someone’s feeling cranky.” He cooed, picking the hat off his head and putting it on John’s.

“I’m stuck in a bloody wall, Gaz, I’m allowed to be cranky.”

“Uh huh. And sucking my dick just absolutely wouldn’t do anything to help that, would it?”

John hung his head. “It might help a bit.”

“Then let’s make that happen for you.” Gaz let go of John’s face, focusing on undoing his fly and pulling out his dick, unable to stop John from grabbing onto his hips to steady himself. Gaz groaned as Price’s hot breath fanned over his dick, before Price nudged his hands away and sank it into his mouth, tightening his arms around Gaz’s hips as he sucked him gently.

Gaz sighed, his hand dropping to Price’s head, knocking the hat aside to the floor. There was no protest from John, as he was busy becoming absorbed in the sensations and work of having Gaz in his mouth, and Gaz didn’t care, because he was too absorbed in the feeling of having Price’s mouth around his dick. Price was too fucking good; rubbing his tongue along the veiny underside; sucking him in a way that it made it felt like John’s mouth was pulsing around him; using his grip on Gaz’s hips to encourage him to thrust forward gently, with Price swallowing thickly when the head of Gaz’s dick nudged the back of his throat.

Gaz’s fingers tightened on John’s head, tugging at his hair. John responded by grabbing Gaz’s belt loop, pushing his trousers and briefs down to his thighs, before moving his fingers up to ghost them teasingly over Gaz’s asshole.

Gaz poked John’s forehead back. “I’m warning you, cap. Keep that up, I’ll have Soap in here, fucking me every way to Sunday, while all you can do is watch.”

Price swallowed thickly, his fingers tightening on Gaz’s ass cheeks at his words, opting to sink them into the meat of Gaz’s ass rather than continue playing dangerously. Gaz chuckled, letting his eyes slide closed as he felt his gut tightening, John’s swallowing getting more urgent as Gaz grunted, and came in his throat.

Gaz rolled his hips a couple more times before he pried Price’s arms off of his hips, slowly pulling his dick from Price’s mouth and crouching down so his head was level with his captain’s.

“Better?”

“A bit. Now, call some bloody maintenance and get me out of this wall.” Gaz nodded, standing as he pulled his trousers back up and fished his phone out of his pocket, scrolling through his contacts, grinning when a sudden stutter in John’s breath reminded him that there was someone on the other side of the wall.

Gaz took a break from searching through his phone contacts and peeked through the hole. He frowned, unable to see Soap anywhere obvious in John’s room. Gaz stood up on his tiptoes and looked down, first seeing Price’s bare ass, and then, below it, Soap’s legs, spreading out from between Price’s legs.

Gaz chuckled, shaking his head.

“Can’t blame him, can you?” Ghost’s voice made him jump.

“Jesus, Ghost, don’t sneak up on a man like that.” Gaz turned to see the man in question standing in the doorway.

“Maintenance is on the way.” Ghost held up his phone, sliding up to grab the chair from Soap’s desk, dragging it across the room to where Price was stuck, pushing it close enough for Price to lean on, taking some of the strain off his trapped body. “But they won’t be here for a while.”

“Oh, for fucks sake.” John groaned. Gaz noted that it was from pleasure, not frustration, despite his words. “How long is ‘a while’?”

“An hour… maybe more.” Ghost looked at his phone, tapping out another message. “I’ll tell them not to rush.”

“Why?” Gaz frowned.

“Well, your thought about giving Price a show sounded pretty fun. And, I’ve got a problem now, too.”

Gaz glanced down to see that Ghost was hard. “Wow, you sure do.”

“What are you going to do about it?”

“Get on my knees, probably.” Gaz mused. “Soap would kill me if I fucked up his bed.”

Ghost shook his head, chuckling. “Doubt that will be an issue. He’s got his mind, his mouth, on other things right now. Doesn’t he, John?”

Price nodded. “If I can offer a suggestion, do put Gaz on his knees. It would do him some good.”

Ghost shrugged, turning back from Soap’s bed. “Alright, you heard the captain. On your knees, Gaz.”

Gaz smiled. “Yes, sir.”

[4me2knowandyou2wonder]

Teeth Headcanons for Modern Warfare Characters

guys! guys! ITS GHOST! I had fun with this one as I had complete and utter creative control. Shout out to the ao3 fic 'the Many Masks of Simon Riley' for the missing canine inspo! (its a great fic about Ghost with DID you should all check it out)

Now without further ado,

Ghost

All things considered, Ghost's teeth could be a lot worse off… (not really.)

Simon’s teeth grew in with a lot of crowding, and he was never really taught to brush his teeth by his family, (his mother tried but life was hectic, you all know) on top of this, he has a genetic propensity for cavities. He had figured out that it was important to brush his teeth regularly by the time he lost all his baby teeth though, so at least it wasn’t his adult teeth that were destroyed. At least, at first…

You can’t really brush your teeth when held by a cartel… any underlying cavities were left unchecked for 7 months and they ran rampant—a few new ones found a way into his mouth too. 

Really, getting a few teeth knocked out and split in half by Roba was probably better for him… I guess. (He and his dentist can look on the bright side.) On top of knocking out cavities, losing a handful of chompers gave his teeth space to breathe. This not only fixed most of the crowding Simon had had going on since he was young but also let his wisdom teeth erupt from where they had been previously stopped, letting him get out of any required surgery.

Ghost now has 3 implants in his lower jaw and two on the top, (and quite a few crowns.) He would have about 2 more due to the loss of his back molars, but his wisdom teeth were quick to take their place so his dentist just lets them have their space and doesn’t wedge any more implants into his mouth. Most of his replacements are gold but the ones near the front (second incisor) are a version of implant that is just a bit too white against his cigarette-stained teeth. Ghost doesn’t mind.

The only tooth that bothers him is his right bottom canine. He also lost that one, only in a far more violent way, and there really was no hope of an implant. His dentist gave him a fake to put in place for aesthetics but he’s supposed to take it out to eat and he just can’t bother to use it. Especially not with his mask being in place all the time. If he knows he’s going to a bar or something where he doesn’t need to eat but will have his mask up, then maybe he’ll put it in, but he also might take it out to rest a cigarette in the little hole there. Who knows.

Ghost does brush his teeth now, anything to keep from having to spend *more* time at the dentist. He doesn’t really want to but figures it’s important enough to do. He doesn’t floss and keeps getting yelled at to start, his compromise was mouthwash, and his dentist gave in but was not convinced. 

This one made me realize that if I’ve never seen the character's teeth before I have FAR too much power dfbdskjf. 

No figures because there aren't any LMAO!! mmm maybe I'll just put one in for fun and consistency