#roach x gn!reader

[luci4theminorannoyance]

Hi! may I request something? the residential masked fellas (Ghost, Konig, Keegan, & Roach), x therapist!reader, who's a billionaire? (shocking part, the billionaire part was not mentioned by our reader) I imagine reader spoiling their s/o with gifts & affectionate stuff they deserve, while helping them get a sense of theirselves or something like that 😭 (most of the cod characters need therapy, to be honest) BUT- they start to suspect how on earth did reader get all of the stuff? cause i'm sure reader gifted them the expensive kind- but anyways, reader just casually just says their a billionaire, like it's normal- how would they react to this?

Please take care of yourself & stay safe !! 💖

a/n: you take care too!!! Sorry to all my followers for not posting in forever 😔 I had family stuff going on, and I’m a bit burnt out so I couldn’t come up with story plots for some of the characters

konig:

-konig is a well off man to begin with, but doesn’t use much of the money he earns with his impressive title as he has little idea what to actually buy when it comes to things being worthwhile, and hence since you give him so many gifts, his house is mostly filled with gifts then actual things he bought

-always took the gifts at face value and adored the thought put into them and never really thought to think of how much money you must spend

-eventually though, one of his few off duty friends asked why he had such high class things in his house as they pointed out gifts you had simply given him and he started to get quite curious himself

-called you up one night to ask, waking you up as he asked a simple “uh- maus? You know the mixer you got me last week when I said I wanted to make cookies is 800 dollars, why??”

-you had to stop laughing out loud from his confusion since you thought you had been open with it due to the amount of things you simply gave him

Roach:

-stayed in his cramped barracks a lot of the time and very rarely replaced any of his tearing gear because he was too tired to do so, he just generally didn’t care how the public saw him and had little care on himself

-of course that changed when you practically threw him new clothes, new gear, new facial care for his tiny apartment he used when off duty. He started to actually enjoy getting to indulge in a massage or a face mask while he simply felt all clean

-of course, he thought it was all temporary, that you were just spending a particular amount on a well paying month, but as it went on and on continued, he started to get more and more confused

-one day when you took him on a shopping trip, he saw you check your checking account and THATS when he realized that you planned to pay for his every whim personally and could without damage… a very flustering experience

Ghost:

-never truly is off guard even when off duty or around people, it’s built into him from trauma and past and his job doesn’t help to much with that

-however, he does have a particularly interesting hobby that calms him down more then most things can, even you (although he adores you with all his heart). And that hobbies is photography. Of things he enjoys, that is. He never put money into a very good camera, never seeing the need in doing so until you bought him one…

-he cherishes that camera more then he cherishes his mask, which is saying quite a bit. He didn’t know how much he actually needed the upgrade till he saw the difference in his photos

-he of course, shows it off to his team. And soap points out exactly how pricey it must be for a lil old therapist to buy. he starts to get worried, did you spend money you didn’t have on him? Did he take away from your own funds? Did he just take it and not think about the damage you might have created yourself without even thinking twice???

-calls you on his burner phone in a tiny bit of a panic, but it doesn’t show too much under his gruff tone. He lets out a sigh he didn’t notice he was holding in once you told him that you in fact had the money to buy that camera 100 times over

[mockerycrow]

CONGRATS ON YOUR 4K POOKIE I’M SO GLAD FOR YOU, YOU DESERVE THE WORLD 🐦‍⬛🐦‍⬛🐦‍⬛

can i pretty please request roach x gn!reader with a fluff prompt “god, i’m so glad you’re alright”, after him and ghost survive “loose ends”, because they were warned in time that they cannot trust shepherd. THANK YOU AND CONGRATS AGAIN, MWAHHH

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STILL STANDING (Roach x GN!Reader) — 4K CELEBRATION

[WARNINGS; talks about death, life affirming kisses, roach is selectively mute, fluff.]

IT WAS THE last second. It was the very last second when Roach and Ghost had heard Price’s panicked shouts through the radio, to not trust Shepherd, to go somewhere else, that they will meet again. Ghost and Roach had exchanged panicked glances the DSM in Roach’s hands when at the last second, they turned around in went deep into the woods, a completely different direction than where the chopper with Shepherd was—anything to survive that.

All Roach could think about was you and others. Ghost and Roach had cut all contact, knowing Shepherd’s men would canvas the surrounding areas for a couple of days, weeks at most; they managed to find an extremely rundown medium sized shed, one that was hidden by brush and trees. It wasn’t much, but it was enough to shelter the two from the natural elements.

Combining Ghost and Roach’s wilderness survival skills, they were able to scrounge up food when they ran out of MREs. It has to be day six when he begins to think about you again—wondering, hoping you were good they got away.

That leads him to dread another possibility; would Shepherd go after you next? Would he be found, only to be let know you’re rotting in a pool of your own blood somewhere? There’s too much that would be left unsaid between you two, not enough fucking time.

When Roach approached Ghost with his predicament, rapidly signing his thoughts—way too fast for Ghost to understand. “I— wha— alright, slow down, will ya? Can barely understand you.” Ghost says, putting his hands up as if to calm him.

Like anything could calm him; not when he had a nightmare about finding you cold and dead.

Roach takes in a slow breath as he forces his hands to slow down into more concise sentences so the other masked man can understand him. “When will we be out of here, Lieutenant?” Roach signs, watching how Ghost’s eyes track the movements of his hands and fingers. Ghost crosses his arms, his eyes flickering up to Roach’s. “I’m not too sure, I don’t think too much longer. Why?”

Roach signs your name and that’s all it takes for it to register in Ghost’s head, his eyebrows raising above the sunglasses he’s wearing. “Oh, you’re worried about them, are ya?” Ghost hums. “I’m sure they’re fine, we’ll try to contact ‘em tomorrow.” Roach let’s out a huff of relief and lazily signs thank you before he sits down on the wooden floor of the shed next to some of his gear.

Roach doesn’t sleep much that night, ranging from the fact they’re going to attempt to make contact again and the gnawing worry in his stomach; as well as the fact they’re still sleeping in shifts just in case. Roach is awoken by Ghost grabbing his shoulder and shaking him awake, his voice urging for him to wake up. Roach groggily sits up whilst Ghost stupidly tries to tell him what he has to say right off the bat, causing Roach to just stare at him with exhausted eyes.

Ghost lets out a sigh. “Roach.” He utters, waiting for Roach to give him a sign he is processing things. Roach takes a second before nodding, running his fingers through his hair. His helmet and goggles are by his side which Roach grabs before adjusting the tan mask on his face. “I made contact, they’re fine.” Ghost murmurs, making Roach light up, his eyebrows raising. He begins to rapidly sign, making Ghost chuckle. “Calm down, will ya? We’re meeting them 2 klicks north from here, so we can regroup.”

Roach wastes no time, quickly putting on his helmet and goggles, clicking the strap. He adjusts the goggles and the man stands up so quickly, he’s dizzy. “Woah there—“ Ghost grabs his shoulder to steady the man, but Roach quickly begins to gather his things, reorganizing what’s needed in his bag. The excitement and nervousness beneath his skin threatened to burst with every moment, his fingers trembling. Roach knows he needs to feel you under his fingers to properly process you’re genuinely okay.

Ghost packs his stuff as well, and they work together to make it look like no one was in the shed in the first place. They leave the shed with their guns in hand, slowly making their way through the thick forest towards the location. Roach is deep in thought as they begin their journey; are you as relieved as he is? He hopes so, but on the other hand, he doesn’t want you to be so worried over him. Roach keeps reminding himself to sign slowly for you, because he knows the second he sees you, he won’t be able to properly sign. 

His heart is pounding in his chest as Ghost utters that they’re close, that they should be able to spot a vehicle soon. A few more minutes of walking and they hear shuffling of leaves. Roach quickly turns and aims his rifle—it’s you. He nearly drops his rifle, a smile widening under his mask. You’re running towards him which does actually prompt him to drop his rifle—his bootcamp instructors are screaming at him in his head—but he starts running towards you as well. You run right into him, nearly toppling him over with your hug, your arms wrapping tightly around him. Roach’s hands scramble to grab onto your gear, stumbling around as you sniffle, holding onto him.

Roach lets out a shuddery breath, relief rolling off of him in waves. His tense shoulders relax once he finally has you in his arms. You pull your head away enough to look at him in the eyes, tears in your own. “God, I’m so glad you’re alright.” Your voice cracks as you express your relief. Roach’s breath hitches in his throat and he lets go of you, shakily ripping his helmet off, dropping it in the sticks and leaves to the side. He raises his goggles to sit on his forehead and he rips his mask down before he cups your cheeks and presses a desperate kiss against your lips which you return. You both know you’ll equally be embarrassed about this, kissing so needily in front of the others, but it’s needed—you both needed it.

[gaycragula]

Alive

Pairing: Roach x GN!Reader Warning(s): Depictions of violence, non sexual partial nudity, heavily implied PTSD/trauma underneath the cut

Warning(s): Flashbacks, fear of losing a loved one on both sides, depictions of violence/blood/etc , i still have no idea how the military works so i apologize for any inaccuracies Word Count: 2124 Masterlist

Pain tears through your shoulder. The bullets send you tumbling back into the wall behind you. You scramble to lift your gun, trying to ignore the searing pain that shoots through your shoulder with the action.  More tear through your unprotected legs. You can feel the impact of more hitting your vest and it knocks the breath from your lungs, your gun clattering to the floor. A final bullet hits your knee and it knocks you to the ground. 

Any attempt to scramble to your feet is halted as something rams into your cheek. Pain shoots through your face and you instinctively reach to cover the area. 

A boot collides with your chest. Sends you sprawling across the floor and you finally meet your enemy’s eyes. His gun hits the ground with a clack. Out of bullets. 

It doesn’t stop him as he moves to straddle you, the knife he pulled out glinting in the full light of the room. Adrenaline pumped through you as you tried to fight him off. 

You can’t count how many times you were cut or stabbed. All that was going through your head was that you were not going to die today. He has the same thing running through his head. One of you would make it out alive. 

You feel the scream tear through your throat before you feel the knife pierce your vest and dig under your right clavicle. 

——

It was late. Or early if you thought about it. The blinking light of a your bedside clock read 0200. It was dark in the room save for the small slivers of moonlight that found its way through the blinds.

Normally, the silence of your home would be comforting. The darkness welcomed.

Not tonight. Tonight, you were running your hands along the wall in a panic as you tried to find the light switch. It was rare for you to have nightmares. Even more rare for you to have one as extreme as the one you did tonight. It’s a miracle all that considering. 

Your heart thrummed in your chest, your breathing ragged as sweat beads at your forehead. You almost cried with relief as the room lit up. Your eyes swept the living room and kitchen. A sigh left your lips as you crashed onto the couch.

Alone. You were alone.

You took a shuddering breath, running your hand over your face as you stared down at your feet. Of course you were alone. You’d been discharged almost a year ago. 

Your breath caught in your throat as you tried to calm your racing heartbeat. It took you a long while to finally calm down, the throbbing in your head and chest finally dulling. 

You laid down on the couch, pulling one of the blankets over your body. Maybe you could get a couple more hours of sleep before you had to get up. You turned the tv on for some background noise before closing your eyes and letting out a deep breath. It was going to be a long night. 

–

Light poured through your curtains, disrupting you from your slumber. You groaned as you rolled onto your side, trying to block out some of the light with your arm in an attempt to fall back asleep. 

You were just on the brink when the sound of your doorbell startled you awake. Who would be ringing your doorbell at this hour? 

You check the time and your shoulders drop in realization. 1200. 

A sigh leaves your mouth as you get up, stretching as you head towards the door. You can make out the shape of someone through the frosted glass, waiting. 

The door clicks as you unlock it, opening it just enough to look the person in the eyes. “Gary?” You ask, mind still foggy from sleep. He wasn’t supposed to be home for another 2 weeks. 

“Surprise,” his voice is quiet and you can tell the smile he’s giving you is a front. You step aside to let him into the home, taking notice of the limp he has as he walks in. You stop him before he goes much farther. 

The door clicks behind you and you pull Roach onto your back. “What happened?” You ask as you tote him to the couch. 

You lay him on his back before sitting on your knees next to the couch. Roach reaches for your hand and you’re more than happy to hold it, tangling your fingers with his. 

For a moment, you just sit there in silence while you wait for Roach to say anything. 

“Took a little fall,” Roach finally says, ignoring the look you gave him. A ‘ little fall’ doesn’t have him home 2 weeks early. 

“May I see?” You hum, rubbing your thumb over the back of his hand. You hear him sigh knowing he’s been caught red handed. 

He nods and you push yourself off the ground and take a spot between Roach’s legs. You pull at the waistband of his jeans and he lifts his hips enough for you to pull them down. 

You get his pants halfway down his hips high before you see it. 

The bruise started about halfway down his thigh and goes all the way down to his calf. You hear his hiss as your hand brushes against it and you’re quick to apologize. 

“A little fall?” You repeat, eyeing him as you push his pants off his legs completely. “Where else have you got bruises?”

“All over,” Roach admits with a grumble. You sigh quietly as you reach over to grab the container of cooling cream off of the side table. 

You push his shirt up ever so slightly and he seems to get the memo, sitting up enough for him to take it off and let it fall to the ground with his jeans. 

Purple and blue decorates his chest and arms and it has you grimacing. “Gary,” you mutter, ghosting your hand over his skin. 

Then you notice the bandages. Your eyes shoot to his abdomen where the off white gauze wraps tightly around him. His tummy twitches and you hear his breath hitch. 

You look at him again and you see him deflate. “It was an accident,” he mutters. “I got hit and fell down a flight of steps. Just bruises and well.. that.”

“No broken bones?” You ask and he shakes his head. 

“None.”

Your shoulders relax and you give a second glance over the bruises he’s got. His worst one by far is the one that covers half his left leg. It wraps around the side of his leg about halfway before it ends. It ends just under halfway down his calf. A deep purple color with yellow edges. 

The bruises littering his chest remind you of the bruises you’d gotten on your last mission. “Shot once?”

“Hit once,” Roach clarifies. He knows what you’re thinking. 

You hum in acknowledgment before opening the container of gel and pulling a decent amount onto your fingers. 

Roach shivers as you start applying the gel across his chest. You take care not to press down too hard as to not cause him anymore pain. There’s a comfortable silence as you work, Roach watching your hands move over his skin. 

You lean back when you’re finished with his chest, looking over your work with a satisfied hum. “Let me see your arms.”

Roach shuffles, sitting up to give you better access to his arms. You take note of the hiss he lets out as he leans against the arm of the couch. 

You start applying the gel to the small bruises littering his arms. “How long are you out for?”

“MacTavish said a month. I’ve gotta get checked out before I can go back.”

You nod. He got lucky. “They don’t hurt though,” Roach assures. “The medics got me patched up real good before I was dismissed.”

He smiles as you visibly relax. He leans close to you, nudging your cheek with his nose to get your attention. “I’m okay,” he whispers, bringing a hand up to wrap around the back of your neck. 

He’s okay, you repeat to yourself. He’s here and he’s still alive. His hands are on you. Your hands are on him. You can feel his skin, the rise and fall of his chest, his heartbeat. He’s here with you. 

One hand cups your jaw and it brings you back to the present. You feel his thumb swipe over your cheek and it takes you a second to register the wetness on your face. 

When had you started crying?

——

He thinks you’re dead. Or at least down for the count. He lets his guard down. 

His knife stays lodged in your chest, your chest heaving as you feel blood fill your mouth. He pants above you, thinking he’s got out completely unscathed. 

Your vision blurs. The sound of gunfire in the distance fades. The sound of your heart thumping in your chest fills your ears, the ragged sound of your breath no more than ambience. 

Through that, you hear him call for you. It’s what brings you back down and you manage the last of your strength to flip yourself over on top of the man. Your own blade finds its way to your hand. You blink and the man is bleeding out below you. 

Your name echoes through the hall of the building, footsteps echoing in your head as you roll off of the man and back onto your back. The pain is near unbearable as you try to call back to him. 

Hands grab your vest and you can make out the outline of Roach. He’s shaking you gently, trying to keep your eyes open as he shouts something behind him. His hands cup your face and he’s the last thing you see before your eyes shut. 

——

Roach presses light kisses over your face, kissing away the tears that fall. A risk that comes with the job. You both knew that. It doesn’t stop you from thinking about it being Price at your door instead of Roach. You hiccup as you finally give in to your emotions. 

You don’t know when Roach had switched your positions, pushing you until you’re lying down on your back with him in your lap. He stays pressed against you, his forehead against yours, hands cupping your face as you sob. 

Your hands grip his forearms, fingertips digging into his skin. If it hurts, he doesn’t say anything. 

Roach holds you, whispering reassurances to you even though he knows you can’t make out much of what he’s saying. He rubs his thumbs over your cheeks before pressing a kiss to your nose. 

It takes a while for you to calm down enough to hiccup out an apology and rub the tears from your eyes. Roach just smiles at you, leaning over you to reach for the box of tissues on the table. 

——

You wake with a jolt. 

Light streams through the thin curtains, making the white room seem even brighter. It has you groaning, eyes closing in an attempt to block out some of the light. 

You move to roll over, only noticing then that you’re hooked up to multiple machines. Then you register the methodical beep of a heart monitor. 

You’re in a hospital room. 

Something shifts at your side and you glance down. Roach is fast asleep in a chair next to your bed, his head laid on the mattress next to your thigh, his hand in yours. His fingers laced with yours. 

You give them a gentle squeeze. 

You’ve never seen Roach wake up so fast. The chair he was sitting in rolled halfway across the room as he shot up from his spot. His eyes are puffy, bloodshot as he makes eye contact with you. 

You watch as he tears up, his body shaking as he cups your face with his free hand. “You’re alive,” he breathes, voice just audible over the sounds of the hospital. 

“I’m okay,” you whisper back, your voice cracking and hoarse. Your throat hurts. 

——-

Roach wipes your face clean despite your insistence that you can do it yourself. That you should be looking after him. He brushes off your worry with another kiss to your nose. When he’s finished, you both sit there, simply looking at each other for a long while. 

Roach moves first, leaning in to kiss you gently. It’s a short, sweet kiss. One you realize you’ve come to miss. “You’re okay,” you whisper softly. 

“I’m alive,” Roach says with a smile, bumping his nose against yours. “I love you.”

“I love you too, Gary. You’ve a month off?”

“Yessir.”

“Good.” You were definitely going to make the most of the month. 

[harveywritings92]

[The 1-4-1 are making their way back to their base camp during a blizzard, Ghost is carrying R/n on his back. ]

Gaz, to no one in particular: *tired* how much further till we get back to the base?

Ghost: I don't know. I'm not sure how much longer I can carry R/n for.

[Gaz and Price stop walking look at each other than at Ghost confused.]

Price: R/n has been walking with Roach this entire time.

[Ghost turns around and sees that, yes, R/n is indeed behind him walking with Roach.]

Ghost: Then who the hell is this?!

[Gaz reaches up and pulls the hood off the person’s head to reveal Soap.]

Soap: What? I'll pay you.

[Ghost grimaces drops Soap and keeps walking.]

[aethelwyneleigh27]

Character Drabble (Cod)

ꕥ HOPE YOU ENJOY! ꕥ

A/n: I'm all for smut and the nsfw but I NEED FLUFF. This is definitely not self-indulgent..

My rules for requests and characters I can write for

Cupping his face, mask still on and everything. It's been a rough day for him and he finally gets to feel safe. He melts at your touch, on of him hands on you wrist lightly gripping you and the other directly atop your own that's on his face. You aren't going anywhere, this was his reminder.

He can't do anything but listen to his body and the urge to remove the fabric on his face just so he can actually feel the warmth of your hands. He'd kiss your palms, looking down at you with such love.

He's not going to let you slip away from him, not after everything he's lost.. never again, you are too good and he's too selfish. Bloodying and dirtying his hands is no problem to him because he's done it before, but for you? He'd gladly do it, no hesitation.

Nothing makes him more in love with you than when you kiss him through his mask, he would rip it off right then and there just to feel your soft and warm lips on his. Just wants to hold you and call you his forever.

The first time you've ever tempted him so much to kiss you was when you were goofing around. Thinking it was funny and cute to lift his mask up, just enough so that his lips are exposed.

You looked at him, staring up in to his gorgeous eyes, your index and middle finger pressed together, you kissed you fingers bringing it up to his face and pressing those same two fingers against his lips. An indirect kiss...

"Fuck.." he thought, before you could run away, he grasped your wrist that was small against his palm. Swiftly turning you around and landing you on his chest bringing you to let out a soft squeal, wrapping his arms around your body. He pulled his mask down, eagerly and pressing his lips onto yours as he leaned down.

That was your first kiss together...

Characters in mind: Simon "Ghost" Riley, König, Kim "Horangi" Hong-jin, Keegan P. Russ, Gary "Roach" Sanderson.

[skeletalgoats]

THROWING THINGS AT COD CHARACTERS WHEN YOU'RE MAD:

(Inspired by my mom beating me up with a slipper a few moments ago 😔💔)

Anyways this one has Roach, König, Keegan, and Soap :3

ROACH:

• He doesn't even know what he did wrong :(

• Would rub where he got hurt while pouting :(

•Would try and calm you down before things escalated

(HES SO CUTE I CANT SKSKAKSJAKSK)

KÖNIG:

• *Laughs in very cocky Colonel*

• He gets that you're mad BUT THATS NO EXCUSE FOR THROWING A WHOLE ASS VASE ACROSS THE ROOM

•Tried to be understanding but he ended up scolding you for 30 minutes in german (you then tried throwing a remote at his big muscular man tits hoping it would hurt him but he just put you in time out)

KEEGAN:

• "Christ, Kid!"

• About to yell at you and call you out but immediately backed up when you picked up the vase

• would also try and calm you down…But let's just say that it didn't work out as well as it did with Roach…

SOAP:

• ☹️☹️☹️ "what was that for???"

•I can imagine that he's used to it because he's a mischievous devil (at least when it comes to fics, he seems pretty serious in the game tbh and idk what to do about it)

• Leaned how to catch the items cause you throw stuff at him too much.Until you picked up THE VASE 😱

[blingblong55]

Talk to me- Gary "Roach" Sanderson

Based on a request:

hii!! your writing is so good and i love it so much ueueue…can i please…PLEASE…i need a few crumbs of gary roach sanderson…where he breaks his usual silence to suddenly flirt back with a gender neutral reader who had been flirting a lot with him on the comms

A/N: I know we all say and some confirm Roach is mute but let's pretend he isn't for rn.

GN!Reader, fluff?

Being friends with the quietest man on your team, Roach is a task that is harder than any other mission you've had. He is always writing in his journal, occasionally looking at you with a small smile. Soap teases him nonstop, something that Roach has gotten used to. You and he talk very rarely, in missions he only addresses you when needed. Out of all the men you work with, he is the one who is the most respectful and reserved. Ghost had that title until he started telling jokes to the team.

Price recently made the decision to send Roach with you on a mission, something that is rare considering you and Gaz are the ultimate teammates. As you board onto the Heli, Roach patiently waits his turn to get on. You two land close to the place you'll call base for the duration of the assignment. Three long months in the forest with the quietest man, nothing too much to expect.

By month 1, he had gotten used to you doing all the talking, telling him the awful jokes that only made you laugh. He had a sense you spent more time with Ghost than you admit to. During one of the times he and you went to scout for a perfect spot to use as an observational post, Gary finally said more than his typical words.

"Grim, there's a huge hole in the ground, watch your step."

"How'd you find that out?"

"Almost fell because of it."

"Thought you were smarter than that."

"Clearly not."

It was the most he had spoken since you two got into the country for the mission. To be honest, you thought he held some grudge over you but are relieved he cared for you not to fall into the hole he almost fell into. As the mission continued on, and another month passed, he made it clear he was only here for business. Which was in part annoying since you had already gotten used to the other men in your team talking nonstop.

The final night, the day you and he had to execute the mission with precision, he finally spoke more. Currently, you were climbing a tree and he hoped on comms to talk you through it.

"Don't fall."

"With that accent, who wouldn't"

"Watch it, Grim"

You laugh a little, "Oh, c'mon, let me take you on a date."

"Can't."

"Why not?"

"You ruined me asking you out." You could hear the smile in his voice.

"What a shame then."

"Very."

When you finally got off, you walked to the marked weak spots of the enemy's base. The whole time you and him were being very flirty and joking around with each other. He knew it and you knew it, it was all to keep yourself occupied over comms as you two walked through the forest, separate from the other.

"Wanna hear a joke?"

"Go ahead."

"What do you call a soldier who survived mustard gas and pepper spray?"

"What?"

"A seasoned veteran."

"You can do better."

"Ouch."

You two eventually reached the points from which you'd be camping.

"See me?"

"No."

"Boo."

"Hoo."

"Terrible, Roach"

"Says the one with the shit jokes."

"Bold of you to assume they are shit."

"Bold of you to assume they aren't."

It was 0200, only 30 minutes to go until attack time. You were bored and decided to flirt, to keep yourself going and to look forward to some better conversations after the mission.

"Roach?"

"Yes, Grim?"

"Do you fancy me like I fancy you?"

"Not one bit."

"Tell the truth."

"Oh totally in love, Grim." he chuckles

After more silence.

"Want me to dance for you like the birds do it for their potential mates?"

"You are makin' me blush, Roach" You look through your scope, watching the enemy intently.

"Anything for my potential mate."

"Better see you dance or I'll feed ya to the rookies."

"That a promise or threat?"

"Guarantee."

"Better give me a headstart, R/N."

"Aren't you fast enough to outrun them?"

"Not so young."

"Clearly."

"Respect your elders."

"Yes of course, where are my manners, Grandpa."

You hear him laugh a little, "You'll get us caught, my dear."

During the mission, he kept you in check, always asking for your current location, and wanting to hear your voice.

"Grim, how copy?"

"Head over heels for that voice, Roach."

"I do make the ladies/lads, crazy after all."

"Doubt it."

"Rude."

The mission was a success although you were nowhere in sight, which worried Roach more. He looked for you through the ashes of the explosion. Screaming your name.

"Grim, Talk to me, how copy?" Voice neutral.

-Static-

"Grim, no time to play jokes! How copy?" Distressed.

-Static-

"Grim, my dear, answer me." Desperate.

-Static-

"Grim?" Scared.

-Static-

"R/N?" Desperation seeps through.

-Static-

"R/N, how copy?" Has a clear answer you could be KIA-

"I'm here, fell into the hole you warned me about."

"'Course you did."

He didn't know it then but you heard him, listen to his words carefully. The once quiet man speaking, dancing with his words to hear you speak once again.

A/N: I hope this was...okay.

Tags: @vampsquerade

[ofherpinkways]

Constantly sending him videos of two cats playing and cuddling together with messages saying

"Us after the evil witch turns us into silly goofy cats🩷 "

"Me and you🥰 "

"Us in another universe 🫶"

"Us as cats😊"

[wishesforyou]

Roach likes to leave sticky notes with compliments all over the house for you to find while he's deployed.

Making sure to compliment his favorite features like your eyes or smile so you know how loved you are when he's away

Roach sometimes worries he isn't enough for you, not in a physical sense but more in an verbal sense. He sometimes worries he can't give you the love and affection that you're looking for and it worries him.

You can reassure him, but the thoughts will always linger in his mind as it always has been his biggest insecurity

Being bullied in school for not being able to communicate and even belittled by teachers who simply couldn't understand him, it grew with him.

High school was even worse for him, but he chooses not to talk about it

[p1nkprincess444]

⋆☀︎. sᴜɴsʜɪɴᴇ - ᴄʟᴀʏ ʀᴏᴀᴄʜ .☀︎⋆

(i didn't proof read so hopefully there aren't too many errors)

gn!reader x clay roach

word count: 1,527

contents: angst, suicide, drugs

The first night you met Clay it was a simple exchange of him sharing a joint with you after you came home from a long day of work. Little did you know this is the decision that would end your life. Clay and yourself made this a nightly habit of sharing a joint together and talking about your days. He didn’t quite understand what it was about you that made him so attracted to you but he didn’t mind it.

It was reaching winter time so Clay moved your meetings into his house. It was cluttered and messy but you didn’t mind if you were with him. You rested your head in his lap as you guys sat on his couch while sharing a joint. He mindlessly played with your hair as you guys babbled on about random things. You shifted in his lap as you talked, until you noticed a syringe with a small baggy full of a substance you didn’t recognize. 

“ Mm’ Clay what’s that,” I asked as I pointed at the syringe and baggy set aside on a small table in the corner of the room. 

Clay’s smile fades as he looks over at the heroin. He never wanted to get you involved in that. He knew he was a scummy asshole, but things were different with you. “ Sunshine.. Don’t- don’t worry about that, okay? ” 

You paid it no mind as you went back to talking to him. As you slept in his lap but all he could think about was the heroin across the room sitting on the table. He gently moved you from his lap and snatched it off the table as he plopped back down onto the couch next to you. He contemplated whether he should wait to do this, but he didn’t pay it much thought as he started tightening his belt around his arm as he rolled up his sleeve. You squirmed slightly in your sleep making Clay freeze in fear as he thought he might ruin what you had. You mumbled something softly in your sleep before settling again. Clay watched you before pushing the needle into his arm. He let out a soft satisfied moan as the heroin shot into his veins. He leaned back against the couch enjoying the rush he got before he saw you waking up. It took him too long to realize what was happening as you sat up rubbing the sleep from your eyes.

“ Clay.. what- what are you doing, ” my voice cracked as I took in the scene of him with the needle in his arm with the belt pulled snug around his bicep. 

“ Sunshine- I-, ” Clay didn’t know what to say, he knew he’d been caught but he couldn’t lose you. “ I’m… sorry I-I’m so sorry, ” he mumbled as he pulled you into a tight hug.

You cried against his neck out of confusion and betrayal. After you had calmed down a bit he just held you as he rode out his high. You didn’t know what to do. On one hand you were falling in love with him but on the other you knew you couldn’t get involved with someone like this. You fell back asleep as he held you, but after you woke up you knew you had to make a choice. You woke Clay up as you sat next to him.

“ You- you have to get clean, If you want me to stay, ” I was serious about this but I knew deep down that I’d stay even if he wasn’t clean.

He agreed immediately but had no real plans on following through. He started to hide his stash better from you as you both began to spend more time together. 

You woke up in the middle of the night feeling around in your bed for Clay but all you felt were cold sheets underneath your fingers. You trailed down your staircase wearing one of his sweaters only to find your kitchen light on. You carefully crept towards the dim light to find Clay at your kitchen table needle in hand. Your heart shattered as you saw him shooting up.

Clay’s eyes locked on yours as he immediately dropped the empty needle to the floor. “ Shit- sunny I- I thought you were asleep, ” he quickly got up as you stood there like a scared child. “ Say something Sunshine… please , ” he begged.

Tears welled up in my eyes as I stood there, “ why, ” was the only thing I managed to choke out.

Clay shook his head as he wrapped his arms around me. You both sank down to the floor as he held you. This is about how it went every time you caught him using heroin. Until it changed… you found yourself on his couch as he tied the belt around your arm. 

“ What- What will it feel like, ” I asked as my eyes nervously met his.

“ It’s going to feel like a hot shower for cold bones, " he said as a slight smirk graced his lips before pressing the needle into your arm.

You let out a soft moan as you shut your eyes before relaxing against his couch. After Clay saw that you were out he shot himself up and sat down on the couch holding your hand as he enjoyed his high. He fell asleep after you but yet woke up before you. He nudged you but all that moved was your head rolling to the side. Panic set in as he checked if you were still breathing, you were but you wouldn’t wake up for another few hours. 

“ Shit.. sunshine you scared me, ” he held you tight against him as he stroked your hair. “ I’m so sorry sunny, ” Clay said as he peppered your head with kisses.

Clay promised he’d stay clean this time but as soon as he started getting withdrawals you caught him shooting up in your bathroom. Your heart broke a little more every time you caught him, until you just expected it of him.  He started to get you high with him each time, he said it made us “ closer ".

“ I love you, ” Clay mumbled as he kissed you while you were both high out of your minds.

You used to love him until he turned you into this. You were a complete mess. You hadn’t slept a whole night in weeks as you spent most of your time high or crying. Heroin was your only escape, but you wanted to escape that as well. You couldn’t reciprocate his words as you sat next to him. He stared at you taken in your unbrushed hair, your puffy and swollen now empty eyes that used to light up with joy when you saw him. He thought about when he first met you, when you were happy telling him a new story every time you saw him, but now you sat broken in front of him. 

“ Smile for me again.. I’ll do anything to see that smile back on your face.. ” he cupped your face in his shaky hands but you couldn’t muster up a smile as you stared into his eyes. It broke him knowing he did this to you. 

You two curled up in his bed together as he held onto you clinging to you desperately. You managed to slip away from him as he slept, you knew that this was your chance to escape, you had to. You walked calmly into his bathroom as you slid the medicine cabinet open and pulled out the sleeping pills. You poured the bottle into your hands as you stared at the white capsules in your hand. You threw your head back and swallowed them. You curled back up to Clay as you waited for the pills to take effect. Your eyes began to flutter shut and you knew this was the last time you’d see Clay. You kissed his lips gently before you let your eyelids fall shut. 

Clay woke up smiling softly as he saw you asleep, but when he tried to wake you you rolled over limply as he nudged you. He checked to see if you were breathing but he felt nothing. He began to panic, he shook you as he begged desperately for you to wake up.

“ Y/n please! J- Just wake up.. Open those pretty y/e/c eyes for me, ” Clay began to cry as he held your lifeless body.

Clay pulled away from you before shooting up a syringe full of heroin, followed by another before he tumbled into bed next to you. He held you close as he began to fade out. He lost consciousness as he held your lifeless corpse. In his final moments he thought about what if he had never offered you that joint. Would you be a lifeless corpse in his bed?

He used to call you his sunshine because you lit up his day with your smile and now you’d never smile for him or anyone again.

[luci4theminorannoyance]

Hi ~🎶

How would the cod characters react if the reader does parkor? Roach , Graves , and Ghost. 🙏

a/n: sure!

Ghost:

-love love loves to film your tricks for you or go with you when you don’t have a buddy to go with, just thinks it’s neat to watch especially when it’s you doing it

-doesn’t care to try it but he’s always happy when you have something you adore doing. Anything you adore? He’ll adore, or at least be happy about

-gets a bit worried when he sees you with a nasty scratch but knows you can handle yourself and only helps when you ask for it

Graves:

-he didn’t fully get it at first since it really didn’t seem that hard when he watched you do some of your tricks, scoffing and giggling until you asked him to try

-wow, the bar you jumped on looks an awful lot thinner now that he has to try to do it… in short he totally crashed when doing a jump and hit his leg bad

-never ever said anything bad about it again, he even started to really enjoy watching you do parkour and became a big fan

Roach:

-loves to watch and follow along as you do your well planned moves or tricks

-gets a tiny itty bit scared whenever you fall and always practically teleports to where you are to make sure your okay

-actively wants you to teach him some easier tricks and loves to learn just to spend time with you

[waves-against-a-cliff]

Yes Gaz is getting a second one. He’s my favorite and no one can stop me FOR I HOLD THE PEN AND PAPER FOOLS.

Anyways, if you voted on the last one you’ll know that everyone on this list is getting one Drabble anyways, this’ll just decide the order.

[gaycragula]

Call of Duty Masterlist

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John 'Soap' MacTavish

Smut- Interrogation- M!Reader Fluff- Warmth of the Sun and a Ghost- M!Reader Smut- You're Ours- M!Reader Smut- Congratulations, General- M!Reader

Captain John Price

Smut- Another Sleepless Night- M!Reader Smut- Good Morning, Lad- M!Reader Fluff- Early Morning Kisses- GN!Reader Fluff- Massages- M!Reader

Gary 'Roach' Sanderson

Smut- Roach My Beloved- M!Reader Angst/Fluff- Alive- GN!Reader

Simon 'Ghost' Riley

Smut- Late Nights- M!Reader Fluff/Angst- Reunion- GN!Reader ('09 Ghost) Fluff- Warmth of the Sun and a Ghost- M!Reader Smut- You're Ours- M!Reader Fluff- Spiderman Kisses- M!Reader Smut- Congratulations, General- M!Reader

König

Fluff- Falling in Love with König- GN!Reader Smut- Stuck Between a Rock and a Hard.. Man- M!Reader Smut- Inside- M!Reader

Task Force 141

Fluff- Refound Family- M!Reader (Platonic/paternal) Fluff/Angst- Lost and Found- M!Reader (Platonic) Fluff- Lead the Way, Private- M!Reader (Platonic/paternal) (Pt 2 to Refound Family)

Phillip Graves

Smut- Go Fuck Yourself Graves- M!Reader

[harveywritings92]

Soap: Who wants to make 15 dollars?

Roach & Gaz: How?

Soap: I need someone to take the fall.

Ghost, in the distance sounding shocked: Oh my god.

R/n: What did you do?

Soap: I can't tell you, yes or no, no questions asked.

Roach: Why can't you-

Ghost, now angry & disgusted:  OH. MY. GOD!!

R/n: Make it 20.

Soap: Done..

{They hear a bunch of stuff fall over and splatter.]

Ghost, horrified: OH MEH GAWD!!.

Soap, gripping R/n by the shoulder: You're a good friend,

Soap, dragging R/n out of the room: I got’em, I got’em LT! Don't worry about it.

[rosemaryblossoms]

The ballad of Hamreader

Monster Cod x Hamantha reader

Art and song belongs to Jack Stauber, some of his lyrics will be in the story to match some of the scenes, the lyrics in the song use she and her but don’t get confused because the reader’s pronouns of course is up to you. Reader has one eye.

Y/n of course means your name and l/n means last name for those who don’t know.

Type: angst

Warnings: cannibalism?, blood, and reader’s death

Life’s extension lottery, kind to some but not to thee

Born with a rare and sad disease, she grew a ham where her head should be.

Y/n “Ham/n” (basically your name fused with ham, or you could make up a different call sign) l/n was a simple man/woman/person who would help her/his/their loved ones in anyway that they/she/he can. Y/n knew that they/she/he was a odd sight to see, a ham where her/his/their head should be is something no one really sees or experiences before. But then again in this world of monsters,hybrids, and humans she/they/he is just another one living on god’s green earth.

Flowing hair, she was a cutie pie

Meaty face and a lovely eye

Her dream was to be a famous star!

But at the rate she was going; she wasn’t going fa-a-ar

Y/n wanted to be a war hero like her/his/ their grandpa was, to save the innocent lives in the rubble and to take care of them.

Hamantha, Hamantha

You were impossible to ignore

They always felt eyes on them wherever they go.

Hamantha Hamantha

So greedy we wanted more

She befriended her crew, he made many friends, for example roach. They made him a pink beaded bracelet with both his name and call sign on it, it also had silver roach charms on it.

Sometimes her and ghost would throw rocks as a game to relieve stress, sometimes they would make little goals to set so they could aim for it.

Flowing hair, she was a cutie pie

Meaty face and a lovely eye

Her dreams in the sky, her father felt her pain

And as he shot at the clouds, it began to rain

Y/n, was taking a break from training in the rain, sitting by a place to be covered from the rain, just reminiscing.

Hamantha, Hamantha

You were impossible to ignore

Hamantha, Hamantha

So greedy we wanted more

Y/n hummed to himself a tune, they heard footsteps approaching her. He looks to see a medic “Excuse me, the doctor wanted me to come get you. You see the doctor believed he found a cure and with the permission of the higher ups and of course you, he would like to try it on you.”

Got a call from the doctor

He had some amazing news for her

He just developed a cure

If she hurried over now, he'd try it out on her

As soon as they heard this he rans to the medical wing, the medic trying to catch up to him. Her happy tears streamed as excitement only extended his stamina.

Burst out the door, she was beaming

Among the raindrops her happy tears were streaming

Finally freed from her pain

But something else fell with the rain

Y/n then felt a sharp pain in her head, something pierced through his scull. The last thing y/n saw was the wet grass on the ground with some of their blood painted on it and heard the scream of the medic and felt the continuing cold rain drops.

She fell to the the sidewalk, now empty

Of the life which once christened her body

Ghost was outside in the ran, he stubbed his toe on a rock which caused him to curse and throw the rock away with pain and anger. He then heard a loud thud and a scream which he immediately ran to it.

He found you on the ground bleeding out and immediately helped the medic carry you in. As he carried you in he saw it, a glimpse of the sharp rock he threw. . .

He couldn’t believe it he hurt you, he hurt his friend, teammate, and the man/woman/ person he loved, the person he wanted to spend his life with.

Flowing hair, she was a cutie pie

Meaty face and a lovely eye

At her time of death

The doc said "time to eat!"

So he took a bite out of her face meat

Hamantha, Hamantha

You were impossible to ignore (La-la-oh...)

Hamantha, Hamantha

So greedy we wanted more

So much happened that day, an accidental murder, a doctor who was charged and sentenced to jail for eating his patient. Ghost never forgave himself even if it’s an accident and the Team members comforted him and told him it was an accident. You were a hero to civilizans, a friend to all, and a lover and partner to ghost. A statue was built in your memory. They all pray to your statue before leaving on a mission. Sometimes Ghost would sit next to it and eat his MRE there.

Soaring infinitely through space

Hamantha's soul was graced

With a glance of our humble planet

At which she was amazed

The news of her untimely death

Had spread out near and far

And through her soul, the truth was whole

The dream had crossed the bar

Hamantha had become a star

Hamantha was finally a star

Hamantha had become a star

Hamantha was finally a star

Art by @noroalia they did a wonderful job drawing this, it’s honestly amazing.

[skeletalgoats]

Back with another crossover :3

COD x Jumanji (●'◡'●)

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Imagine, hanging with your friends through call, playing video games together.It has been a while since you guys played COD, so you all agree to play it.

But the next thing you know, all of you are being sucked into the game, and the only way out is to complete it.

but here's the catch;

you guys are all assigned weaknesses, and each one of them has to do with what helps you take down Hassan and the missiles, making your task harder than it's supposed to.

That isn't the only thing either, since you and your friends aren't actually part of the COD game, you will find that lots of unrealistic glitches will be forming.

So when you're on a mission, you could have the whole ground collapse right infront of you, preventing you from going to your next destination.

And lets hope that you won't make any relationships with the characters, no matter how good you think they are, because they might just chain you in a room with chainsaws coming towards you, with no way to escape.

Because they might just be a player trying to escape as well.