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luci4theminorannoyance · 4 months ago
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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
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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
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Ghost: I cut my finger Y/N: I can kiss it so it'll get better Ghost: That works? Y/N: Yeah my mum used to do it when I was little *later* Ghost: I need you to punch me in the mouth Roach: Fucking finally
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qwimblenorrisstan · 2 months ago
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Cuddling with 141 (+Roach!)
Summary: How I think Price, Gaz, Soap, Ghost and Roach would cuddle + little blurbs.
Word Count: ~ 2.1k
Warnings: None!
A/N: wrote this at 2am😭 hope you enjoy <3
Requests are open!
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Simon “Ghost” Riley 💀
- Tries his hardest to act tough and scary, but only because that’s how a Lieutenant is supposed to act. Or at least that’s what he thinks.
- Also isn’t sure how to cuddle, never saw his dad trying to do anything other than abuse his mom, and his brother was dead before he could ask him for any advice.
- As stiff as a board, has no idea what to do, just awkwardly sitting and glancing at you, increasingly concerned.
- Would eventually get the hang of it only after Johnny made fun of him for being so awful with it, did it just to spite his beloved Sergeant (also practiced cuddling with Johnny, obviously just for practice, nothing more.)
- Likes being the little spoon.
It had been one hell of a mission, 141 barely finding a safe house to rest in for a few hours and restock their weapons and ammo before having to move again. A few more hours, and though Simon knew he should be resting, he couldn’t get his brain off of alert mode, so he settled for watching the game on the telly, even if it was in Spanish. He was mostly fluent, anyway.
You had plopped down next to him after a few minutes, mumbling something about cleaning your gun, taking a rag to wipe it down and try to clear it out, your hands soon slipping down as your eyes dropped.
The other boys had gone off somewhere else in the safe house, probably to find a bed or secure it further like he should be doing right now, but for whatever reason, he couldn’t bring himself to stand up and shake you off.
You eventually went fully limp, head banging against his shoulder, somehow now waking you even then as you mumbled something, hand slipping towards your gun’s trigger. It was then that he moved, but not to get up, simply to gently pry the firearm from your hand as he clicked the safety on and let it drop to the floor.
The game blared in the background, but Simon was more focused on you, still leaning into him, and the fact that he was even entertaining this. His muscles were stiff, quickly growing sore and agitated at him after the constant use of the day. Slowly, he relaxed, finding that you melted into his body a lot easier when he wasn’t tensed up completely.
Slowly sliding one arm around your waist, obviously just to make sure you didn’t fall off the couch, nothing more, Simon leaned his head back against the couch, his own honey-brown eyes fluttering shut soon enough as he found enough peace of mind for an hour or two of rest.
Not much, but a welcome reprieve.
Johnny “Soap” MacTavish 🧼
- Has no shame at all. Will cuddle you during exfil in front of everyone with no care.
- Very clingy, and also a living furnace. Good to have in the winters, since he keeps you warm, but a nightmare in the summers.
- Will whine like a puppy if you refuse to cuddle with him for heat reasons or whatever, absolutely desperate, golden retriever of a man.
- Definitely see him as the type to enjoy lying on top of you, or being the big spoon, but is down to experiment with anything you want. And I mean everything. Frighteningly open to experimentation.
- Sleeps wild or like a rock, no in between.
Of course, they’d sent Task Force 141 and their one notoriously cold-sensitive member out to Russia, staking out for any sign of a recent contract signed between them and Germany, an agreement for some form of biochemical weapon that could be catastrophic in the wrong hands.
“Doin’ alright over there, Shivers?”
You heard a Scottish voice ask from the crunchy grass you were all lying in, Gaz and Price twenty feet to your left, Ghost twenty to your right, you and Johnny right next to each other. You could see your own body shaking, feeling the ground leach out any remaining warmth from it despite your thick clothing.
“Yeah, just-t-t cold.”
You saw Ghost glance back at you, probably having heard your teeth chattering from over there. You heard the radio hiss before his voice sounded.
“When I said stay frosty, I didn’t mean it literally.”
His deadpan tone said, earning a hushed bark of laughter from Johnny, and Price shooting you a sympathetic look with Gaz. You sighed.
“Very funny-y, Ghost.”
You mumbled, not even bothering to say it over the radio. Warm palms encompassed your wrists before you could do anything to stop it, and Johnny moved in closer.
“What’re you-?”
���Ain’t gonna be any use to us as a popsicle, eh Shivers?”
You felt the weight of his body settle even closer, nearly right on top of you, gingerly taking your numb fingers and switching your gloves out with his. His gloves were already warm, and larger and kept the air insulated better. Your gloves barely fit his hands, but he didn’t seem to mind. His body heat leaked into you, numb limbs springing back to life as that pinpricky sensation crawled up your body.
You relaxed a bit more into the snow, mind clearer now. Soap moved even closer, now quite literally on top of you, trying not to crush you with his weight but also keeping you nice and warm. After a moment of shifting around and adjusting, you got quite comfortable.
“Thanks, Johnny.”
You mumbled, already seeing the stupid grin he’d be wearing because of the praise.
“Anytime, bonnie.”
Kyle “Gaz” Garrick ☁️
- Serial cuddle enjoyer.
- Usually the one to fall asleep first because he’s more relaxed around his team. Has fallen asleep on Ghost’s shoulder before and been promptly pushed off.
- Prefers cuddling in bed over anywhere else, will slip into your bed in the middle of the night if he felt lonely or somehow has a sixth sense for you getting nightmares.
- Likes cuddling in a pretzel sort of position, or face-to-face despite the fact that he buries his head in your neck every time.
Rousing from his sleep for god knows why, Kyle rubbed his eyes, slipping from the warm bed he slept in and padding over to the kitchen to grab a drink of water. His throat was dry and his tongue felt like sandpaper. Probably the consequences of not drinking enough water while on mission, but he was in his little flat and off duty for now, so it wasn’t like it mattered much anyway.
Drinking nearly an entire glass, he heard a small thug, and his sluggish brain snapped awake as instinct kicked in, he put the glass down, approaching your room where he’d heard the sound come from slowly. Your door was already open.
He peeked inside, abruptly opening it to avoid the awful tension of the slow creaks it would’ve made had he dragged it out, only to be met with the sight of you, his roommate, curled up on the floor and sniffling.
His eyes softened and he crouched down next to you, hands moving to brush the hair out of your face as he caught sight of your watery eyes.
“What’s wrong?”
He asked, nearly a whisper for fear of making you jump. You sniffled again, and tried to get to your feet, only to stumble and be caught by Kyle again before being sat on the edge of the bed by him.
“Had a nightmare.”
You answered in a meek tone, seeming a bit embarrassed, which then was overridden by surprise when Kyle sat on the edge of the bed next to you, calloused hands gently shifting your body around until he was lying right next to you, his dark brown eyes gazing into yours.
“I have them too,”
He admitted, watching as you carefully slipped a hand around him, moving closer as he pulled the blanket over both of your bodies. He relaxed, tense muscles going nearly limp as his head leaned into your shoulder, his breathing deepening out as both of your eyelids grew heavy, eventually shutting as you drifted off into a peaceful rest.
John Price 🏷️
- Is just a big bear of a man. Loves cuddling with his missus when he gets home from a mission.
- Prefers spooning, but when his joints get achy and sore he’ll just lay on his back and let you lay on top of him.
- Is a human furnace just like Soap, so you probably won’t be needing a blanket.
- He usually waits until you’re asleep to fall asleep, but on the really rough nights, he’s out in a few seconds flat.
- Enjoys having your hands in his hair.
- Definitely an experienced cuddler.
Just as you finished your shower, you heard the front door unlocking and opening, and not caring much about getting proper clothes on, you rushed over and pulled a very-tired-looking John into a hug.
He chuckled, hand giving you a few little pats on the head as he pulled you in, taking a deep whiff of the smell of your body wash and shampoo, before slowly releasing.
“Missed me, huh? Missed you too, bird.”
He mumbled as you refused to let go, only releasing when he gave you a light little pinch on the arm, leaving you to finish getting ready after your shower as he trudged off to change and probably at least get a comb through his hair.
With a small smile now on your face, you hurried through your skin and haircare routines faster than ever before, throwing on some underwear and pajamas. As you walked into your shared bedroom, you found John struggling to get a knot out of his brown hair.
“Let me,”
You said, gently taking the comb from his large fingers, brushing the ends of the knot out first, working down to the center of it when you finally got it out. He took the comb and placed it down on his little desk with a little “Thanks, darlin’”, then took your hand and led you over to the bed.
He crawled in first, groaning when his body was finally able to sink into the soft mattress of the bed, body aching after weeks of being gone as he laid on his back, you being quick to crawl above him, head laying against his chest.
He loosed a deep sigh, pulling the blankets over both of you despite the warmth already being shared between you two.
“M’ glad to be home.”
He muttered, pulling you closer, arms settling around you as he already began drifting off.
Smiling, you replied.
“Me too.”
Gary “Roach” Sanderson 🪳
- I definitely hc him as nonverbal (like he is in the games, for whatever reason, you can decide why) but that doesn’t mean he’s any worse at cuddling.
- Roach is a little bit of a wild sleeper, so expect a few nudges and maybe some flips from him during the night.
- Enjoys the sweetheart position the most, just because it lets him hear your heartbeat.
- Serial nuzzle enjoyer. Will nuzzle into you at any moment he can, it’s just something he really likes doing.
- Douses his pillowcases with a lethal amount of your signature perfume or what reminds him of you (has an entire candle of it, too.)
- Can be very clingy.
When you got back home from the little girl’s night you’d had, finding Gary wrapped around one of your pillows and holding it with a death grip, your favorite perfume on the bedside table and a lit candle to match in the same scent wasn’t something you’d been expecting.
As soon as you walked into the room, he glanced up, beckoning you closer almost frantically. With a small smile, you held up a finger, signaling to wait for just one moment. You slipped out of the dress you’d been donning, and pulled off the shoes as well, the heels having made your feet ache anyways.
You used some basic wipes to get any makeup off, deciding that the more complicated cleansing process would be left for the morning, and promptly pulled some pajamas on, finally walking over to the bed, and being pulled in.
Within seconds, you were under the covers, and softly laughing at how he hooked one arm around the back of your neck, pulling you gently into where your head was against his chest, and intertwining his legs with yours. The scruff of his slightly unshaven face scratched lightly against you as he rubbed and nuzzled into you unashamedly, peppering a few little kisses on you while he was at it.
“Clingy,”
You murmured teasingly, and he frowned for a moment, raising a brow as if to call you a hypocrite, and you hummed lightly for a moment in thought.
“Touché.”
You said to his silent response, pressing a light kiss to the tip of his nose, before finally settling in and getting comfortable against his body. Within a few minutes, the both of you were yawning, sleep pulling both of you slowly under as the rhythm of your breathing deepened.
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soy-soi-si · 3 months ago
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Imagine y/n having to join the team as a stand in for another person that was supposed to be there. And everything goes wrong.
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Tw. angst, brief torture, injuries, death, past abuse, helplessness, reader almost dying. Foul language! Really crappy writing and not proof read prolly missing a few Tw's as well.
Y/n doesn't like the group at first. They seem patronizing, constantly talking about the person who was going to join. Constantly asking if you could actually do what he was supposed to. Hell even when she was completing the mission they kept checking on her more than each other even if two of them were under fire. She got so annoyed with Price after the genuine thirtieth time he told her the step by step of what she already did.
“If you keep fucking patronizing me I'll bust your balls Mr. Price is right. Now fuck off I'm already done.” She sighs at the deactivated bomb having completely gutted it and made sure it's not going to explode. Not to mention rescuing the hostages and securing the building and her section.
The laughter over comes echo's in her ear as she turns to the man it was strapped to as he cries out his thanks. She already checked him for weapons along with the other hostages; she untied them all and now has them in a corner taking cover just in case. Mostly women and a couple kids like three men including the one she saved.
She also deactivated the other bombs in her building and surrounding. “Christ sake your feisty lass!” she scoffs in response to soap, no longer looking at the civilians “You cunts have done nothing but baby and patronize me the entire time I've been around you. Sit and spin you big bitch.” The others chuckle at the end of the sentence.
“What am I sitting on again lassie?” she smirks “My fuckin 31cm dildo I'm gonna fuck you with later.” The cackles echo from gaz and roach. She hums before turning back to the civilians. “She's right about you patronizing her.” Ghost's voice echoes from the coms as a gunshot does as well. “my sector is clear.” She blinks as she hears movement outside.
“I think some strays came to my sector. I'm hearing stuff outside.” She raises her gun slowly moving to a window. She catches a peak of a huge group of the enemy surrounding her building. “I'm surrounded, there's easily a hundred if not over. Shit!” she notices one of them aiming up at the windows and she drops down. “these guy were not fucking anywhere near here until now…” she pauses as she hears one of the radios from the enemy in the hall and she crawls over to the door and she spots it sitting out front by the dead body and she grabs it closing the door again.
She listens to them moving to defend the hostages. “shit, they're telling everyone to come to my building!” She puts the other Radio against her mic. “Find the hostages, and the woman…” that's all she can make out before the window shatters along with an explosion. “take her alive and kill everyone else.” her ears are ringing as she sees someone coming out of the smoker and she shoots at them.
Searing agony sweeps through her after a second. She couldn't even tell she screamed as someone tackled her. “Get the fuck off of me!” Shooting them straight in the face then she shoots once at any movement she can make out the gun quickly clicking in response so she drops it pulling her handgun.
Then it's knocked from her hand as soldiers shoot at her from the doorway and it doesn't take long for her to realize she's on the floor surrounded by enemies. Each hostage she just saved gathered in front of her an executive guilt filling her body as each of them are made to look at her. She can't lift her hands or legs anymore in pure agony as the adrenaline is gone and so is each person she just met.
The seemingly leader steps in front of her holding a knife flipping it in his hand smiling as he crouches down to her eye level. She saw his picture and couldn't help but recognize him. “Hello there doll, you mind telling me where the pretty boy who was supposed to be on this mission is?” she glares at him. As he taps it against her neck, lightly cutting her skin each time. “So you've got Intel from our base. Sorry but he's fuckin dead. Died off base via a psycho girlfriend who thought he was cheating on him.” he takes a second before smiling. “Amazing news, pity I didn't get the honor though.” he cuts her wire. “But I'll make up for that with you pretty girl.”
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She never wanted to die, at least not like this, not after lying her ass off about everything they wanted to know as they tortured her. She wanted to gloat in their face after what she said gets them caught and killed. But she could be proud at least at the wide eye angel personality and face she's pulling the cries and blubbering all fake.
“Puhluse I've told you everything!” She sniffles crying in agony, her eyes wide as she's pushed into a freezer, one you would have in a garage for wild game or fish except it's more like a transport cooler in size. The lid slammed shut over her and it's pushed into a hole of sorts crashing into the side then onto the small box beneath her.
“No, no no!” She tries pushing the lid up but it's heavier and heavier as dirt covers it. “FUCKIN BASTARD!” She kicks the lid, not even budging. She lays as she notices how cold it is here, probably freshly turned off.
She takes a few deep breaths as she knows she'll die in here sooner or later. She searches for her phone in her bra quickly finding it. Looking at the battery it's almost dead. “Shit” 10% she quickly shoots a text to her brothers group chat. A simple I love you. Before she calls the number one of the idiots gave her before they actually went on field. She desperately listens to the ringing before it's picked up. “Are you the Sargent!” She can hear the vehicle running. “Yes it's fuckin me! I lied to them about the information. They're headed for West Point and go get them! I want them to die for this!” She tears up knowing damn well she's setting herself up to die sending them away from her she bites her lip sniffling at the bright screen in agony.
“I’m sorry I fucked up big time. Just tell my brothers I'm sorry and that I love them.” “Y/n where are you.” Price's voice now echoes from the phone. “Dunno, but I'll be, I'll be.” she chokes back a sob at the words memories coming back as she looks at the lid above her. “I’ll be fine, just go get 'em for me. West point I sent them towards the dummy container and warehouse they're looking for weaponry.” her hands are shaking as the cold gets to her.
“Y/n breathe for me what are your surroundings like right now.” Gaz practically chokes out his question. “They buried me. You won't find me in time even if you look. Just go get them! Stop worrying about me and go get them! I didn't just go through torture for you to fucking fail on me!” She is starting to get sleepy as she switches her phone to the most battery saving settings she can. Sniffling, she looks at the phone. “Please tell him I love him and that I'm sorry. He's the, he's the one that was supposed to be on the mission he's my little brother,” laughing once she sighs, “Thank you for everything even if it was annoying for you to patronize me.” She smiles at the screen as Ghost goes to speak “we’re not going to-” it dies in the middle of his sentence, leaving her alone in the pitch black. She begins sobbing uncontrollably holding her phone in front of her wishing it was still on.
“N-no, ple-euase, I don-n't wa-auhnnt to digh-ie,” she can't breathe with how much she's choked up. “N, Noaut liku- ke, th-This-ss,” she's just getting more distraught by the second as all the composure she's been keeping until now is gone. She just sits there remembering her life, her recent life, then her childhood remembering how her dad would lock her in their freezer when he got angry.
“Da-Daddy please I don't want to die like this.” she can practically hear him scream from the other side as white spots appear in her vision. “Shut the fuck up you little whore!”
She reaches up barely able to feel her body as she knocks on the freezer like how she used to since it was against her and her siblings room. She can't even speak as she can't move anymore and she turns looking at her phone again in her limp hand.
I'm so sorry, I said I'd be fine on my own.
She didn't even realize she passed out not until her eyes opened again as sudden warmth hit her, let alone how it grabbed her neck. “She's alive!” Roaches' voice screams from above her as she's ripped from the freezing cold and put on the burning hot dirt of the outback. Someone pushed her onto her back doing chest compression then grabbing her nose before blowing into her mouth her head tilted back. Once then twice. Then three times as suddenly she gains control of her breathing, her head no longer as fuzzy as she chokes breathing looking around dazed.
She's rolled onto her side. “She's lost a huge amount of blood, the freezer floors full of it!” She hears roach climbing out as she lays her head on the dirt, unable to move besides shaking, noticing the early signs of hypothermia in her hands as they're almost blue.
“I got her phone to come on!” Roach and the second person here get in the back of the buggy and she notices finally it's a blonde man with a balaclava pulled down showing his scarred face then she sees the familiar mask on the top of his head and the tactical gear and she hears soap cursing in the front. “Patch her up already you fuckin bastards!” she looks at Ghost, feeling her tear stained face clearly along with her snot caked onto her. Seeing some on him from mouth to mouth.
He leans over her trying to wrap her head but she reaches up using what's left of her sleeve to wipe off her snot and tears off of him. He looks at her surprised but more so worried. “Aren’t you handsome, sorry about the snot.” her voice is barely there as her arm falls as she passes out again.
She didn't know scared older military men were her type.
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berberriescorner · 4 months ago
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“Under the Mask”
Characters: Simon Riley x Black!Reader.
Summary: Dinner with the boys and some ribbing.
Word Count: 600+.
A/N: I don't own these images. Found them on Pinterest and made a mood board🥰.
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"You've really outdone yourself, love," Simon murmured to his wife, his hand gently resting on her lower back. Her presence was a calming balm to his often troubled mind.
"Only the best for you boys," she replied with a smile, her eyes twinkling with mischief.
Dinner was in full swing when Soap, ever the joker, decided to stir things up. He had noticed the way Simon's eyes followed his wife, the way his fingers twitched slightly whenever you were near, protective and adoring all at once. It was an easy target, too tempting to resist.
"So, love," Soap began, his voice loud enough to capture the room's attention, "did Simon ever tell you about the time he saved my arse in Uzbekistan?"
She laughed, a sound that sent a ripple of warmth through Simon's chest. "I don't think I've heard that one."
"Oh, it's a good one," Soap continued, leaning in slightly, his blue eyes twinkling with mischief. "But what I want to know is, how did he manage to snag someone as beautiful as you?"
The room fell silent for a moment before erupting into laughter. Simon's eyes narrowed, but there was a hint of amusement in them. He knew Soap's game.
"Careful, Soap," Price warned, though he was chuckling himself. "You don't want to provoke the beast."
"Oh, I'm not worried," Soap said with a grin, turning back to Simon's wife. "If he hasn't killed me by now, I think I'm safe."
You played along, your smile widening. "Well, I have to say, he did have some competition. But there's something about a man in a skull mask that's hard to resist."
Simon groaned inwardly, his hand tightening slightly on his knife. "MacTavish, you're pushing it."
"Am I?" Soap asked innocently, his hand resting lightly on your shoulder. "I'm just saying, if you ever get tired of the mask, you know where to find me."
The room burst into laughter again, but Simon's eyes darkened. He knew it was all in good fun, but there were limits. He stood up, his imposing figure casting a shadow over the table.
"Alright, that's enough," Simon said, his voice low and calm but carrying an undeniable edge.
Soap raised his hands in mock surrender. "Easy there, mate. Just having a bit of fun."
You stepped in, your hand gently touching Simon's arm. "It's okay, love. They’re just teasing."
He looked down at you, his hard expression softening instantly. "I know. But they should know better."
The crew roared with laughter, enjoying the rare sight of Simon Riley flustered and protective. It was a side of him they seldom saw, and it made the night even more memorable.
As the evening drew to a close, the teasing died down, replaced by genuine camaraderie and the kind of easy conversation that only came with years of trust and friendship. Simon pulled you close, pressing a kiss to your temple.
"Thank you," he whispered. "For everything."
"Anytime," you replied, your eyes full of love. "But next time, you handle the teasing."
Simon chuckled, a deep, rumbling sound that seemed to vibrate through your entire being. "Deal."
And as the night wore on, filled with laughter, stories, and the warmth of those they loved, Simon Riley knew he was exactly where he was meant to be.
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corelex · 3 months ago
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A Beautiful Roach
Inspired by @spitdrunken's two Maxime prompts, Luzz_Sapo's Surrender fic, and a quote from The Walten Files.
☕ ko-fi
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whorangi1104 · 10 months ago
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CoD random thought
On the ride back from a mission:
Roach: whatcha guys pull?
Gaz: I guess I can pull any gender
Ghost: (points to his side pistol) I pull triggers
Soap: (takes out a grenade) I pull pins
Y/N: I pull doors that say push
Price: …I pull idiots into this team
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hunterbunter3000 · 2 years ago
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141 Sweetheart, bursting through the door: OH MY G O S H YOU WON'T BELIEVE WHAT HAPPENED TODAY--
141 Sweetheart pacing back and forth, ignoring the fact that she walked in the men's locker room with tf 141 shirtless:
Ghost: ...Love.
141 Sweetheart still talking and pacing:
Price: Sweetheart.
141 Sweetheart: AND THEN HE-- huh
Soap, smirking: We're changin' 'ere, St.
141 Sweetheart:
141 Sweetheart, backing up: Oh.
141 Sweetheart, slowly closing the door: Sorry.
(Everyone knowing she's still there)
141 Sweetheart, opening the door again: Nice assets by the way-
Price: Sweetheart!
141 Sweetheart: SORRY
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decaffeinatedcandycane · 3 months ago
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Price, trying to remain calm: And what do you do when an attack happens?
Roach, quietly: Call the military?
Price:, yelling: You are the military?!
Ghost: This chicken tastes funny.
König: That's because it is not chicken.
Ghost, sweating: What is it?
König:
Ghost: What is it?!
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Soap: *mumbling in scotish*
Ghost: Speak English-
Soap, slapping him in the face with a tortilla: Cause I ain't the one!
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In a briefing room
Laswell: Kyle will lead tomorrow's mission, per the Captain's request. Does anybody have any objections?
Random rookie: Yes, I do-
Price, picking them by the neck like a kitten and throwing them out of the room: Anyone else?
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Bonus, with Y/N:
Y/N: Good training lieutenant. Here. *hands him a sticker*
Ghost: Bllody ell is that fo?!
Y/N: For job well done.
Soap, chiming in: He doen like tha't, lass. Here, let me take it. *tries to grab the sticker*
Ghost, pushes his hand away: Back off, is mine!
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Y/N: Why is Roach hiding in the vents?
Gaz: He told everyone he identifies as a roach and will behave as such.
Y/N: ???
Gaz: First he rummaged throw the trash-
Soap: -Until the captain chased him with a broom
Gaz: Then he tried sneaking into the sewers-
Soap: -Until Ghost dragged him out of there
Soap: Currently, he is hiding from König-
Gaz: -Because he took out his pudding cups, chew the lids out, ate some of the content and left them on the counter
Soap: König tried hosing him, but Gary got on all fours and hopped in the vents like a bug-
Gaz: -So, the colonel has blocked all the exits and ordered his men to attack Roach on the spot
Y/N: Attack? HOW?
Soap: With a shoe
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Y/N: Captain?
Price: Yes
Y/N: You like berries?
Price: Yes
Y/N: Salmon
Price, slowly: Yes
Y/N: Camping?
Price: Ye-
Y/N: Duringthefullmoon?
Price:
Y/N: Captain. Are you secretly a bear?
Price:
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That's it!
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rogueshadow1124 · 2 months ago
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AFTERMATH OF VICTORY
[Task force 141 x reader]
Summary: when the task force have had a long mission and need some well needed rest they decide to relax away at base but not without a little amusement.
Word count: 1566
Warnings: none?
The moon cast a silver glow over the desolate landscape as Task Force 141 trudged back to their base, exhausted but triumphant. The mission had been long, grueling, and fraught with unexpected twists, but they had succeeded in their objective. Now, they were returning home, their once pristine uniforms now smeared with mud and blood, the marks of their labor.
Y/N, was leading the way, her boots crunching against the gravel of the path leading to the base. Her hair was tousled, and her face was streaked with dirt and exhaustion, but her spirit remained undiminished. “Seriously, did we have to spend half the night hunting down that rogue operative?” she grumbled, casting a sidelong glance at Ghost, who was walking beside her.
Ghost, his face concealed by his mask, simply shrugged. “That’s what we do. Find the bad guys and make sure they don’t get away.”
“Yeah, but couldn’t we have had a less complicated mission? Maybe something involving less running and more relaxing?” Y/N replied with a sarcastic edge.
Soap, who was a few steps ahead, laughed, turning back to face them. “What, you mean like a vacation? We’ve been over this, Y/N. We don’t do vacations.”
“Right, because that would be too easy,” Y/N shot back, her tone dripping with sarcasm. “Instead, let’s do something that involves getting shot at and blowing stuff up.”
Price, the team leader, had been quietly listening to the banter. He stepped forward, his eyes scanning the horizon. “We’re almost there. Just a bit further and we can drop this gear and get some much-needed rest.”
The team pushed on, their fatigue making each step feel heavier, but their shared camaraderie keeping them motivated. When they finally reached the base, the contrast between the harsh night outside and the warm, inviting interior was palpable. The base was lit with a soft glow from overhead lights, and the hum of the heater provided a comforting background noise.
As soon as they crossed the threshold, the team began to shed their gear. Y/N tossed her tactical vest onto a nearby chair with a resigned sigh. “I swear, if I ever see another assault rifle, I’m going to lose it.”
Ghost, who was methodically removing his gear, chuckled softly. “You say that every time. Give it a week, and you’ll be itching for the next mission.”
“Yeah, well, don’t remind me,” Y/N said, flopping down onto the couch with a loud thud. “Right now, I’m all about the relaxation.”
Soap, ever the cheerful soul, grinned as he flopped down beside her, sprawling out with a contented sigh. “Now that’s more like it. No more dodging bullets for the next few hours.”
Price, taking a seat in a nearby armchair, nodded in agreement. “Let’s take advantage of this downtime. We earned it.”
The base’s common area was a cozy, albeit slightly cluttered, space. There were a few worn couches, a coffee table strewn with old magazines, and a small kitchenette in the corner. The room exuded an air of lived-in comfort, a stark contrast to the sterile, high-tech environment of the rest of the base.
Y/N leaned back into the couch, her legs stretched out and her arms folded behind her head. “You know, I was thinking,” she said, looking around at her teammates, “we should really start planning something fun for once. Maybe a team outing or something?”
Ghost raised an eyebrow, though it was difficult to tell through his mask. “And what exactly do you have in mind?”
“Bowling,” Y/N said with a straight face. “Or maybe laser tag. Something where we can all be terrible at it together.”
Soap chuckled, shaking his head. “You know, that doesn’t sound half bad. I haven’t been bowling in years.”
Price leaned forward, his eyes twinkling with amusement. “Bowling, huh? I’d love to see Ghost’s form on the lanes.”
“I’ll have you know,” Ghost interjected with a rare hint of defensiveness, “that I have impeccable aim.”
Y/N snorted. “Impeccable aim in a combat situation, maybe. But I bet you’d struggle with a bowling ball.”
“I’d like to see you try to beat me,” Ghost replied, the hint of a challenge in his voice.
Y/N’s eyes sparkled with mischief. “Alright, it’s a deal. But be warned, I’m a force to be reckoned with when it comes to recreational sports.”
Soap raised his hand, as if taking an oath. “I’m in. But we need to add laser tag to the mix. I want to see Y/N try to outshoot Ghost.”
“Oh, it’s on,” Y/N said, her voice full of competitive spirit. “You’ll be eating my dust, Ghost.”
As the conversation flowed, the team’s laughter filled the room. The tension of the mission seemed to dissolve as they reveled in each other’s company. Price, with his usual calm demeanor, joined in the banter, his laughter a warm sound that added to the sense of camaraderie.
Y/N turned to Soap, who was now lounging comfortably on the couch beside her. “Remember that time we were stuck in that warehouse for hours because of a broken radio? We ended up using our tactical gear to play a game of hide-and-seek.”
Soap grinned, his eyes sparkling with recollection. “Oh man, I remember that. You were so sure you had the perfect hiding spot, but Roach found you in less than five minutes.”
“That was because he cheated!” Y/N exclaimed, throwing her hands up in mock outrage. “He used the thermal goggles to find me. Totally unfair.”
“Hey, it’s not my fault you decided to hide in plain sight,” Roach, who had been silently observing from the corner, said with a smirk. “You should have known better.”
Ghost, still removing his gear, shook his head. “You all are a bunch of children. I can’t believe we survived a mission with this kind of behavior.”
Y/N laughed, a bright, genuine sound that resonated through the room. “Hey, if we didn’t have fun, we’d all be losing our minds by now. This is what keeps us sane.”
The team continued to share stories, each tale adding to the warmth of the evening. As the hours passed, the initial high-energy banter settled into a more relaxed and comfortable silence. They had earned this moment of peace, and they savored it.
Price stood up and moved to the kitchenette, rummaging through the cabinets. “I think it’s time for some coffee. Who’s in?”
Y/N groaned dramatically. “Ugh, you’re a sadist, Price. It’s late, and you want to keep us awake?”
“You know as well as I do that we’re all going to be up in a few hours anyway,” Price replied with a grin. “Besides, coffee’s the least we deserve after tonight.”
Soap raised his hand. “I’ll take one. I’m not ready to sleep just yet.”
Roach, who had been quiet for a while, finally spoke up. “I’ll have a cup too. It’s been a long day.”
Ghost nodded in agreement. “I’ll take one as well. Can’t hurt to stay alert.”
Y/N, realizing she was outnumbered, reluctantly agreed. “Fine, I guess I’ll have one too. But only because I don’t want to be the only one not caffeinated.”
As Price brewed the coffee, Y/N leaned back into the couch, her gaze drifting around the room. The dim light cast a soft glow on the faces of her teammates, and she couldn’t help but feel a swell of affection for them. Despite the harshness of their missions and the danger they faced, moments like this reminded her of the strength of their bond.
Price returned with steaming mugs of coffee, handing them out with a satisfied smile. “Here you go. One round of coffee for the night owls.”
Y/N took her cup, cradling it in her hands as she took a sip. The warmth of the coffee was a comforting contrast to the cold night air. “Alright, let’s make a toast,” she said, raising her mug. “To surviving another mission and to the best team in the world.”
The team raised their mugs in unison, clinking them together in a makeshift toast. “To us,” Price said, his voice filled with pride.
As they drank their coffee, the conversation gradually shifted to lighter topics. Y/N found herself enjoying the ease of the moment, the simple pleasure of being surrounded by friends who understood her and shared her experiences. The laughter and banter continued, and the weariness of the mission seemed to fade away.
Eventually, the coffee was gone, and the team began to wind down. They stretched out on the couches, their bodies relaxing into the comfortable cushions. The room grew quieter as the conversation dwindled, each member lost in their own thoughts or drifting towards sleep.
Y/N, feeling the weight of exhaustion finally catch up with her, snuggled into the couch. Her head rested against the armrest, and she closed her eyes, a contented smile on her lips. Despite her usual fiery demeanor, she found solace in these quiet moments of companionship.
Soap, noticing her relaxed state, gave her a playful nudge. “You look like you’re about to fall asleep. Don’t let us keep you up if you’re tired.”
Y/N opened one eye, giving him a lazy smile. “Nah, I’m good. Just enjoying the rare peace and quiet.”
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luci4theminorannoyance · 1 year ago
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Yo Lucci! My guy! 🙋‍♂️
May I ask for an insecure and fluff request plz?
GN!Reader x masked cod characters
The masked cod partner showed reader their face for the first time.
KONIG, NIKTO, VALIKAN, ROACH, AND HORANGI.
Sorry if it's too many characters, bro. 😅
A/n: sure! And nah, you’re good. I love writing for all of these characters :)
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Velikan:
-he was.. less then happy with the idea that eventually he would have to show you his face, you were his lover after all but still
-it had become something he was very connected to, and he hoped you wouldn’t stop liking him over something as dumb as his face
-it was a very early morning when he woke you up, softly taking off his helmet before standing next to you. waiting for your response, and when you reacted positive;
-he hugged you so tight he almost popped your back, head resting on your shoulder
konig:
-he was connected to his mask, it was his shield from others, it was something that mattered to him
-I think when you asked him to take it off it took him a fully minute to work up the gut to even respond
-ended up taking it off so you could fix a wound he got while on mission, and didn’t regret it for a second once you reacted
horangi:
-to be honest? He doesn’t truly mind. Sure his mask was something that made him feel safer but it was more for work then actual life.
-my man’s just tosses off his helmet and mask the day after you ask (because he wanted to kiss you but yknow.)
-still always wears it in public or at work, but at home he’ll keep it off all the time
roach:
-this was a BIG ask for him, he basically never goes without it. But if it made you feel happier he would ofc
-you were his lover after all, but that quelling feeling of you disliking how he looked was still there
-he let you take it off in the middle of the night, so that only the moonlight would show his features
-turned bright red in blush when you kissed him afterwards
nikto:
-he hated it. He hated his face and his scars. He viewed the mask as his face more so then his own face…
-but oh did it hurt him to say no, so ofc he let you take it off, as long as he didn’t have to see his face himself
-loves the feeling of your warm touch on his jagged scars, although sometimes it gets a bit uncomfortable when it brings back old memories
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blingblong55 · 2 years ago
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Potential LT-141
every one from the team had a day off, they all spent it in price's office, that was until he kicked you all out and you all decided to bother Ghost, who was calmly doing paperwork in his office.
König:..and that's how I didn't get caught
soap: smart boy
gaz: and you r/n?
r/n: I would like to become lieutenant some day, so no, I have not smoked mar!juana...
soap: *knowing you'll say something stupid*
r/n: I ate a brownie once. At a party in high school. It was intense. *stares into nothingness* it was kind of indescribable, I felt like I was floating.
Roach: too much for goody two shoes
R/n: turns out there wasn't any pot in the brownie, it was just an insanely good brownie
Ghost: and there it goes
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*texting the 141 'I want a baby'* Price: Give me a week Ghost: What are you smoking? Soap: Just to hang out with? Gaz: We have like £12 combined Roach: Good for tax returns
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callofdudes · 2 years ago
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Hello, I hope you are well. I have a request, if it is suitable for you, can you do it? 141 men and Alex. Konig. The reader has the skills of an assassin just like Dc Damian. The only exception is that she uses guns and knives instead of swords (she usually throws knives like an assassin) and she also has some abilities like Miraculous Ladybug. Like using Yoyo as a propeller when jumping from height. And even to use as a shield to avoid gunfire. and she doesn't show her face to anyone for a long time. and everyone is surprised when she shows it because she is so beautiful. I will send you the fictional female face I found on Pinterest. And I will also send the costume she wore. I hope I was able to express myself. I translated these with google
also the reader is very quiet and doesn't speak unless really needed
and her voice is just like french singer indila do you know her?
(Headcanons and separately)
I will be honest, I have never watched Miraculous Ladybug in my life. So I focused more on the "face reveal" than anything if that's alright. But I do include your fighting abilities as the reader.
I tried my best, I hope that you like it, if there are any spelling mistakes I missed, please let me know 😄
141 + Alex, Roach, and König reacting to a skilled & beautiful Reader
You joined the 141 some time after Ghost, Price had heard of your skills in combat and he knew immediately he would like to offer you a spot on his team. Your picture never showed more than your eyes and a majority of your skill streak was bludgeoning people to death. (Ghost very much is interested in the bludgeoning part)
No one had seen your face and you refused to show it, not for a long while...
Ghost 💀
He was pretty indifferent to your skill. He could admit that you were on bloody good scout, but he hadn't really any others thoughts about you. He also covered his face so he didn't question it much. He was more skeptical of you because of it if anything.
He respected your abilities, the weapons you carried and how you got around. Your all black, low look reminded him of himself and he wasn't going to try and pry at anything.
He'd always sort of admired you from afar, and when he saw your face, he was glad he could put such a spectacle to his teammate.
The two of you had been sent on a mission into the desert which meant putting on the lighter weight masks and heading ready.
It was growing incredibly hot, but you both remained vigilant wandering through the sand and reaching the base you were supposed to raid.
"Ready-?" Ghost looked down and grumbled, seeing you already swinging your way into the gunfire. He grumbles and follows after you, taking on the alerting guards. You grabbed the shield you had on your back, deflecting bullet blows from around you.
You knocked backs with Ghost, Ghost taking out the men with his guns while you took to your array of knives and grabbed the last man near you. You grabbed him by the throat and plunged the knife into his jugular, his blood spilling into the sand.
When you both looked up Ghost looked at you. Your hat had been knocked off in the scuffle and the sun was hurting your eyes. Ghost came over to check on you and huffed. "Looks like they almost got you." He wiped the dirt from your cheek and you finally realized a bullet has zipped by your face so close it has split your mask right up the side.
You went to hide your face but Ghost grabbed your arm and inspected you for any injuries. He brushed his thumb over your cheek and huffed. He was a bit surprised you were such a looker.
"Here." He tossed you his spare mask and you both continued on. Ghost didn't tell anyone about the incident when you got back. Even when they asked questions Ghost didn't say anything.
Soap 🧼
Johnny was excited. He's always been excited for Ghost to take off his mask and it was no different for you. He wanted to see the beautiful woman under the mask. Were you as beautiful as Ghost was handsome?? Those kinds of thoughts. And he often pestered you about it.
He always wanted to know if you were beautiful and sure enough he was right. Of course about 72 hours after this incident he broke his promise started pestering you to see another glimpse of his first ''angelic experience.''
"What do you look like??" He asked from over your shoulder one day in training.
"Doesn't matter."
"Oooh come on! I won't tell anyone! I promise!"
"You're a bad liar."
Johnny pouted, sulking like a sad puppy as you threw your knives into the dummy in front of you. He kicked his legs, sitting on top of an empty gun case, watching you.
You finally sighed. "You won't leave me alone, will you??"
"Nope." He smiles.
You sigh and come over to him. "Will you leave me alone after this??"
Johnny immediately perked up. "I will never ever ever ever ask you about it again! Scouts honor! I bloody swear!"
You sigh and pull your mask down over your bottom lip, giving him a 'are you satisfied?' look. Johnny's jaw dropped. His feet stopped kicking and he was smiling. "You're so preeeeetty!!"
You roll your eyes and pull the mask back up. "there, now you never see it again."
"But you're so beautiful, like Ghost, why hide??"
"You had your two cents, now leave."
"Right... Right, I'm going..."
Johnny grinned. Stunned that you could fight and you were beautiful. It was the perfect combination! He will now tell everyone he meets you are the most beautiful person he's ever seen.
Price🥃 and Gaz⚽
Price absolutely thought you were beautiful. He'd not seen pictures of you without the mask but he knew you were beautiful, and he wasn't wrong. He was honored to see your face, and that you would trust in them as much as you did. It really was a treat. As for your skills in combat, Price always knew you could hold your own from the fights you'd been in, and he knew that you were perfect for his team, and you never ceases to disappoint.
Gaz would like to go no comment but he can't. He is absolutely enraptured by your face. He thought you'd be beautiful but not as much as you were. You were stunning compared to anything his mind could come up with. And he always enjoyed being your partner on the field. Considering how skilled and talented you are.
You had been setting up for a mission with Price, Gaz, Alex, and Farah. The mission would be dangerous and everyone needed to be together. You would be paired up with Gaz and Alex.
Of course though, you all needed to change into different outfits. It was an undercover mission so you weren't allowed to wear the full face covering as usual, settling for a medical mask instead.
You took off your mask and hat, setting them on the desk once you were all changed.
Price smiles, "It's lovely to see you y/n, you look beautiful."
Gaz's jaw dropped. His eyes dragged over your face, swallowing harshly. "Chin up soldier. Price chuckled and placed his fingers under Gaz's jaw, locking it back up.
"I'm sorry but- sorry!"
You chuckled pulled on the medical mask. Gaz kept staring at you, absolutely amazed at your beauty.
"Let's get this mission going!" Price rounded up the group and you were all placed in the truck to head out. Gaz sat next to you, continuing to stare.
"You're bloody beautiful by the way." He whispers as you reach the destination. You secure your mask and hop out, ready to head with Alex into the venue.
Alex 🦿
Alex hadn't seen you fight, nor had he seen your face. He'd only ever heard stories of you. So when you showed up and dropped a bomb of a face reveal he was instantly swooning. Let this man take you out on just one date! One date and he'll be fine.
When he saw you fighting he was stunned. Your hot and you can fight?? He might as well try to wife you up right here and now. Marry him or he will pass away into a pile of goop next to his fallen brother Gaz.
He'll probably get over it in a bit and just turn out like a regular crush, but he isn't afraid to try flirting in the moment. And overall he respects your fight and loves watching it. The way you hold your own really makes him happy.
Alex had seen your face when you had changed for the mission. And boy was he smitten. He took your arm and smiled at you. "Why do you hide your face, it's very beautiful." He touched your cheek. "I think the enemy would be stunned silent by your beauty."
"Let's just get this going."
"What? I can't compliment you?? Am I making you uncomfortable, sorry. I'll stop."
"Let's just get this over and done with."
The mission goes great even though Alex is gushy eyeing you all evening. When the fight starts, you grab your gun from your purse and shoot one of the undercover soldiers in the head.
"Beautiful and can kick ass?" Mr. Keller just fell over the edge and is drowning in the love pool.
"Are you going to help?" You ask, slitting another man's throat.
"Right! Sorry-!"
"How about we have a date after this??"
"Alex!"
"Right, right, not the time. How about sometime tomorrow??"
König 👑
König already had a crush on you. Like Ghost he was shy and reserved in his own nature enough he didn't question the mask. He had wondered what you looked like underneath, but he never asked out loud if you would take it off. It's kind of an unwritten rule in the mask wearers society that König and Ghost are unknowingly a part of.
He was honored when you showed your face to the team, and knowing you were incredibly beautiful. But when he saw your face it all crumbled.
"I trust you with this." You say as you pull down your mask and your hat. König stiffens, it was finally happening. He'd imagined it but it was finally happening.
His breath caught in his throat when he sees your soft face.
"You're... Du bist so wunderschön..."
He scratches the back of his neck. "You're so amazing..."
You smile and his heart stops. He didn't think he could fall more in love with you then he was right now. But apparently he could. And he is.
Your skill at his side, your reputation in KorTac, and now being privileged with seeing your face after all this time. He will never forget this moment.
He bent down, pulling up his own mask and pressing a gentle kiss against your cheek. His heart exploded when he reared back and ran from the room. It only made you smile more.
Roach 🪳
He always admired you. You were cool! He'd always tried to convince Simon that you were 11/10 in fighting, and Simon had never protected. But Roach thought you were great.
When he first met you he was delighted by the small amount of sign you knew, and he quickly grew close to you.
He was one of the first who welcomed you so easily into their group, apart from Johnny.
As someone who wore a mask, and Simons best friend, he never paid much attention to your own coverage. He saw your skills, and your amazing fighting abilities and didn't question much beyond that point.
But when you did take off your mask...
You slipped it down over your chin and reached for your water bottle. It was just you and him on base, and at first his brain hadn't quite processed your cheekbones and below.
You pulled away from your water bottle and looked at him. "What's wrong, bug?"
He blinked. And then he smiled. His cheeks turned a soft pink as he signed, You're so beautiful
You chuckled. "Thank you, bug."
He nodded, his heart starting to stutter away in his chest. It was less attraction and more about trust. He was so happy to see your face. To see one of his friends in all her glory. Because you were beautiful.
He signed again, I like seeing your face, you are great friend!
You pat his shoulder. "You are too."
And he couldn't help but hug you tightly.
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soy-soi-si · 3 months ago
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Okay but imagine
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Y/n and 141 during the summer all of them bored so they set up a whole bunch of fun shit.
Y/n pushing for this and I want to know who would use it the most.
Kyle jumping over whoever spinning around on it or being the one almost launched off into space.
Soap getting hit by the person on it or drifting on it before letting go by accident and getting thrown.
Ghost sees it as a fun way to test his grip strength and how long/well he can control himself with the soapy water sending him flying around in circles splashing everyone like those log rides with the drops and splash zones.
Price just chilling to the side adding water to send the huge men flying only for y/n to be the one who gains horrific amounts of air time.
Roach my boy putting huge amounts of soap on the tarp making the speed horrendously fast as y/n literally pulls out a foam board and is flying at the speed of light along with ghost.
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penelopepine · 4 months ago
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Forever in Your Gaze Pt. 5 (Final)
Kyle "Gaz" Garrick x Fem Reader
Part 4 Part 5
Summary: Night at the museum AU. Gaz and Reader are both paintings directly across from one another, and have been in love for many years now. The only thing is that they are unable to actually leave the confines of their canvas, and have never felt others touch.
Word Count: 2529
Content: Established relationship, fluff, light angst, gunshots, wounds, car accidents
The sound stops Kyle in his tracks for all but a moment before he runs towards it. Even as he runs it continues to echo in his ears. To hear that sound he knows that something truly dire is happening, and that Price is in trouble. 
As he runs he continues to hurriedly make his way down the halls as he passes others who are actively trying to get as far away from the current situation. It annoyingly slows him down when he knows that every second right now counts. 
It takes Kyle a few minutes to finally find the source, and when he does he finds that Ghost, Soap, Alex, and Farah are already there. They're huddled up by one of the entrances to one of the open spaces; he can see you are also already here, but by the opposite entrance.  He is glad to know where you are, and that you’re ok for now. At the same time though he wished that you would turn, and walk away, he knew you wouldn’t though. Not when Price was laying on the ground, his leg clearly bleeding, and a strange man standing above him with a gun. 
“What the fuck?" The man shouts; hardening his stance and grip, "That bastard wasn't lying after all!" He grins while looking at all of them.
"You're outnumbered. Let my friend there get up, and maybe you'll get out here alive." Ghost simply states taking a single step forward, and unsheathes his sword.
The man chuckles as he puts a foot on Price's chest; forcing him onto his back, "I don't think so. I might not be able to hurt you, but I can hurt your friend before you even get close to me."  
This ultimately does stop Ghost from approaching any further. As much as it pains him to do nothing he knows that Price would already be gone by the time they got close enough to attack. The only thing they can really do now is to try and negotiate with the man, and find out why he's here.  "What do you want? You're obviously here for something. So what is it?" Kyle inquires.
The man presses down on Price's chest causing him to grunt in pain, "I don't think I have to explain anything actually; besides you'll find out soon enough." He says before looking in your direction an almost manic grin spreads onto his face.
If Kyle had been paying more attention he would have noticed a shadowy figure walking behind you. Unfortunately it's only when the man looks at you, and you let out a loud gasp does he see that Shepherd is standing right next to you. 
"Graves! Stop messing around, and get with the program. Let's get what we need and go!" Shepherd yells at the man now identified to them. Kyle can only think of one thing they'd be here for, and seeing your frame in Shepherd's hands only confirms it to him. 
"Shepherd?" Price grits out; anger more present in his voice then pain. "You son of a bitch! You knew this whole time?"
Looking lazily over towards Price Shepherd answers him with, “Of course I knew. With how many years I’ve been here, and you think I wouldn’t have known?” He then focuses his attention on you as he takes a step forward, and at the same time you take a step away. “Now you need to get back into this frame.” 
“No!” Kyle starts to walk to you, but Graves at the same time re-straightens his aim towards Price. Stopping him before he can even take one step, “Don’t get into the frame!” He desperately calls out. 
You glance in his direction with a grimace, before turning back to Shepherd; it was clear that you were debating what to do right now. Looking around to see how the others are reacting to this, and while everyone else is looking on at the scene in front of them with varying degrees of anger. Farah on the other hand is not where she once stood. 
Kyle at this point finally noticed how everytime Shepherd or Graves looked away, Farah would take a step back; making her way behind them all. With her next step he moves to stand completely in front of her, efficiently blocking her from view from the two intruders. 
As he looks back he sees Farah give him a quick nod before silently making her way down the hall and eventually around the corner. Kyle wasn’t sure what she had planned, but he trusts that it’ll be something to help them with the current situation. He can’t think about that too much right now though; not when you’re being held by the man that wants to take you away from him.
“Final warning! Get in willingly or Price here is getting a second shot to match his first, and he won’t be getting up again if he does.” Shepherd threatens again while gesturing towards Price and your frame, giving you the choice of what you have to choose from. 
“Gaz,” You stare into his soul; your eyes have a glassy look to them, “I’m sorry.” Slowly you stagger towards Shepherd and Kyle can do nothing but watch as you are encompassed once more into the frame. 
A truly sinister grins spreads onto Shepherd’s face as you are fully consumed. He then flicks his gaze up; taking in everyone in front of him now before finally barking, “Graves, march out." 
With those words Graves slowly releases Price from under his boot, but keeps his gun trained on him even as he walks backwards towards Shepherd. Once they are standing side by side Shepherd tilts his head, and whispers something in the ear of the man beside him. In just a flash Graves is raising his arm and shooting the light in the middle of the room; casting darkness all around them. The only lights now coming from the halls. 
Immediately the four of them are rushing forward to get to Price. Looking up though Kyle sees the shadows of the two men running down the halls towards the docking area. 
“Gaz, go!” Price yells at him; his voice still filled with pain. “Don’t let them get away. I’ll be fine.” 
He’s not going to argue with that, and is just as quickly racing down the hall trying to catch up. While running he notices that a second pair of footsteps are coming up from behind him. Looking back he sees that Ghost is actually right in step with him now. Something else that he noticed was how eerily quiet the museum seems to be. Usually there would be all kinds of soft chatters coming from all directions; he would have thought with the situation that there would be even more. 
Upon finally reaching the docking bay Kyle sees both of them already hopping into a white van. Very muffled he can make out your shouts for him. It's that that drives him to run faster; if only he had gotten here sooner. Try as he might, he is no match for a speeding vehicle. 
Kyle falls to his knees just as the van reaches the end of the driveway as they are about to enter the street. There is no way he could possibly catch them at this point. He failed; you're gone. Ghost who is standing beside him places a hand on his shoulder, trying to comfort his friend.
Just as they hurriedly pull out about to drive into the darkness a car comes seemingly out of nowhere, and crashes into the van; stopping both vehicles in their tracks.  Ghost is first to react to the scene in front of them; his comforting hand turns into grabbing Kyle by the arm, and dragging him into a full sprint towards the crash. "Don't mourn yet, Gaz. We can still get her back!" 
Before he can start running back he notices that Ghost is no longer with him. Instead he is standing by the car that hit the van. The window is rolled down, and just as he's about to call out to Ghost to start running the person in the car becomes visible.  "Roach?" 
"Hi, Gaz!"
"Enough chatter let's go!" Ghost booms out to them. He opens the door, and practically lifts Roach out of the car before the three of them are running back to the museum door. 
Just as they enter and the door is about to shut behind them Kyle can hear Shepherd yelling at something at Graves. He doesn't get a chance to hear properly though before the heavy door slams shut. 
"Kyle" Your voice so relieved, as you gaze into his eyes, "I love you so much." 
"And I love you. You're also going to end up killing me with how many times you have almost been taken from me." 
Before more can be said it's Roach who interrupts them, "And I love you both, but now is not the time! Price is still hurt, and if everything in here went to plan everyone else should be waiting for us in the lobby." 
Kyle continues to hold you and your frame as they make their way quickly to the lobby. Once there he sees that Soap, Alex, and Farah are all standing around Price, who is now sitting at the receptionist's desk, his leg bandaged up. Upon seeing them in the lobby as well a breath of relief is released from all of them. 
Soap though is jumping from his seat, and running towards Roach once he sees that he is here as well. “Roach! What are you doing here?” 
“I got a call saying you all could use some help.” Roach says while nodding his head towards Farah as he continues to walk towards the desk with everyone else. 
Remembering that he had watched Farah leave while they were dealing with Shepherd he asked her, “Is that what you did, call Roach?” Kyle by now is standing by Price as he sets your frame on ground, finally allowing you to get out of the frame, holding you tight to his side as soon as he’s able to. 
“Roach isn’t the only one I called, Laswell is on her way as well.” Farah explains, “Everyone in the museum should be following the emergency protocol. We’ll need to join them soon. Laswell said that she was going to be calling law enforcement when I told her what happened.” 
Before more can be said faint shouting can be heard coming from deeper in the museum, it is instantly identifiable as coming from Shepherd. Coincidentally a second later red and blue lights start to shine through the lobby windows.  
Price is fast to take control of the situation. He calls your name, and tells you to get back into the painting, “As for the rest of you. Follow the protocol; go back to your areas, and call it a night. No one is going to be out in the halls tonight.” 
Alex, Farah, Soap, and Ghost promptly follow his command and rush back to their spots. All the while making sure to avoid interacting with Shepherd. Who’s voice is only growing louder as he gets closer. 
Kyle on the other hand doesn’t leave right away; instead takes a few seconds to pull you into a kiss, and give you a promise. “You’re not going to be taken again. We’ll see eachother again.” 
“I’ll take care of her, Gaz. No one will be taking her away while I have her.” Roach comes up reassuring you both with his words. Roach knew how important you two were to each other, and he wasn’t one to break a promise. 
By this time the sirens are getting louder, and lights seem to be getting closer. Kyle takes a few moments though to help you back in before reluctantly returning to his own frame. It wasn’t until he was just about to enter when he heard the echo of several people yelling. It takes everything for him to not turn around, and run to you. 
The urge gets even stronger once he has to then sit there for half an hour listening to it. For all he knows someone he cares about could be hurt, and what is he doing? Just sitting in a frame not doing anything to help them. 
It’s strange though how the silence afterwards is almost worse. He would have popped out, and went to investigate if not for his respect for Price. He had drilled it into everyone in here that emergency protocol means not moving for the rest of the night; just to be safe. 
If he had to guess it was 2 hours of silence later when Laswell appeared right in front of him. 
“Gaz, good to see you again my friend. I’ve heard that you’re able to move out of your frame. You’ll have to tell me all about that at a later date.” She says right away not even waiting for him to react to her presence. “For now though, follow me. There’s someone waiting for you in the lobby.” 
There’s only one person he can think of that would be waiting for him right now. Quickly he gets out once more, what was once a fight is now as simple as swimming through water. On the slow walk he can’t help but ask Laswell questions that he desperately wants to know. “Laswell, how is Price doing right now?” 
“Price is doing well. He’s lucky that the shot was clean, and with a bit of rest he’ll be just fine. Roach is with him right now; he should be helping the old man out right now.” 
“And what of Shepherd and Graves?” 
Laswell shoots him a small smile before answering, “Those two have been arrested. They’re not going to be bothering us anymore; for certain this time.” 
“Why do all this though? They were already under investigation; they had to have known the risk of doing this.”  
“Apparently your girl already had a high buyer from what I’ve heard. They were most likely going to cash in on that before fleeing the country.” 
Before Kyle can ask anything more they arrive at the opening to the lobby, and right there in the moonlight is you. Looking as beautiful as ever; it strangely feels similar to the first time he met you. He strides towards you, and as soon as you're in reach he’s pulling you into his arms; lifting you off the ground as he spins. 
Laswell, who had been forgotten about once he saw you walks closer to you both before saying, “I see you two are doing well. I’ll go ahead and leave you two here then. I’m going to be in my office for the next few hours.” 
It’s quiet as you both watch her slowly disappear down one of the halls, but once she does you two are immediately on eachother. 
After all that has happened tonight the only thing Kyle wants is to feel you against him. “Please never leave my gaze again.” 
“I will forever be in your gaze.” 
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