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Drabble: Call Of Duty- Body Talk

How might they react to finding out you don't like a part of your body?

John Price Bravo

"Do you think I'm pretty anymore?" You ask your husband of ten years. Price nearly scoffs at you, but when he looks up through your standing mirror, the look on your gives it all away. He can see the sadness behind your eyes and how you look at yourself with disgust in the mirror. "You're the most beautiful thing I've ever seen, love." He says, standing up to around the bedroom and standing behind you.

There's a bit more pudgness on your thighs, tummy, and even your arms, but you forget you've had two kids, and that comes with it. It also happens with simply aging. "But I don't feel pretty anymore, John. I feel disgusting, and I hate the way my body has become, and no amount of working out or eating right seems to fix it." Your voice is cracking, and Price knows the tears are coming. "Love, you're beautiful. Every day I look at you and wonder how the fuck I managed to be so damn lucky. I don't care about anything other than loving you and our kids." He says it, and he means it with all of his heart.

You let go of a large, heavy sigh. He wraps his arms around you. Your skin is cold in contrast to his warm hands and arms. "Anyways, it gives me more to hold to when I'm makin' love to you, baby," he says with a kiss on your cheek. You giggle finally, the happy noise filtering through the room. "You come here, and let me show you how much I love your body for you?" Price asks, looking at you through the mirror. You'll never be able to deny him.

Simon Riley Ghost

You never break, not in front of your teammates. Never show your true feelings until you are behind closed doors. This time, it had just been too much. In the field, you had been trying to get a family out of Hassan's territory. They had nothing to do with the bullshit going on. Your heart broke when the little girl walked out without her parents or siblings. You had picked her up in a fell swoop and taken her with you. You aren't sure how the hell she managed to escape the fire and collapsing house with nothing less than a mark on her face. She had held onto you for the entire ride back, and it wasn't until you got back to the hideout that you had to give her off to the medic.

Ghost had been watching you the entire time. Your sniffes didn't go unheard by him, so he watched longer. How you nearly ran off to bunks when you had to give the poor girl off to the medic. That's where he found you, in the bunk room, crying your heart out. The knock was not heard, and neither were his footsteps. "Athena," Your sniffles stopped, "yeah, how's the girl?" You ask, "That girl is fine, but how are you?" He asked. The worry was in his voice, and it was directed towards you. "I'm okay." You say, stuffing your emotions back in your chest. "You don't seem like it, love. You seem like you're falling apart." He countered. "I'm just, there's only so much I can do, but the weight is sometimes too much to bear. That girl has no family now. None at all because we… I wasn't able to get there in time." You say your hands on your head.

The silence is hard to tell, but then Ghost speaks. "Here's what you don't know: that girl is alive. Yes, she might not have parents, and she'll go into foster care, but she's alive. All because you grabbed her and pulled her from the fire. That counts for something, Athena." Ghost said as he sat down next to you. "you're allowed to break down; this is a physically and mentally-wearing job, so I'm offering you something. A shoulder to lean on. To cry on, to laugh on, to forget on. Whatever you need." "Thank you, Ghost." You say, "Call me Simon, now let's go check up on that kid, yeah?" He says, reaching out his gloved hand to take

John McTavish Soap

You had literally searched all over the internet about how to get rid of pregnancy stretch marks. The marks at the bottom of your belly where killing you to look at. Not the mention all the other shit you were now dealing with after your pregnancy. The milk pump sometimes worked, and other times it just didn't, which caused you significant discomfort, and then the massive fucking put-together pad you had to wear for the next two weeks. You just felt disgusting, so this added thing was just not needed.

The knock on the bathroom door made you shriek. "Shit, love, I didn't mean to scare you. Just wanted to tell you that baby girl is down." Johnny says as he enters the bathroom. Your hair is wet, and you only wear a pair of panties and a sports bra. Staring at yourself in the mirror. "Love, where are you at right?" The concern is clear in his words. "You can't help but crumble at your husband's soft Scottish accent. "I'm not… my body…" "What about your body?" He asks, obviously worried about you. "I don't like it anymore." His brows furrow together. "What do you mean?" "I'm ugly now, and these fucking stretch marks, and let's not add the other shit on top of it." "Hang on a minute now, sweetness." He says, moving to look in the mirror with you but you look away.

"You grew a whole human being in your body for the last nine months. You grew a fuckin' life. You are the most wonderful thing that happened to me, along with baby girl. I know you're not liking your body right now, but I'm telling you right now, you're still just as beautiful as you were the day I met you as you are now." "But…" "But nothing. You are the mother to our daughter, and I won't have you thinking poorly of yourself." Johnny smiles as he takes your hands together and rubs your ring with his thumb. "Together?" He asks, "Together," You responded.

Köing

"Fuck Liebling, you might be the death of me," Köing says as he shifts on the bed, making room for you to lie down next to him. You were up, grabbing two glasses of water for the both of you. Padding around in a pair of Köings boxers from the drawers and his t-shirt. Nothing was more a beautiful site than you right now in front of him. "Here you go." You stand, handing the glass of water off to him. The afterglow of sex sticking to your body still. He takes it graciously from your hand and rests it on his side table before pulling back the covers and waiting for your return to the bed.

It's hours later; while he's rubbing random shapes into your thighs, he feels something. At first, it doesn't concern him, but then he realizes what they are. Straight-cut lines work themselves up your thigh. How he had never noticed before blew his mind and the thoughts of what the small lines meant. You aren't asleep. Instead, you are catching up on your most recently purchased book. Köing couldn't help himself. "what are these?" He asks. "What is love?" You request not understanding where this line of questioning is going. "These marks on your leg. I can feel them." He says, rubbing gently.

You aren't shy about it. You've had them for years. You ensured they weren't in a spot where someone like your parents could see them. So your thigh was the best place. You bookmark your book before setting it down and pulling the covers off your legs. Köing moves his hand, and you start to explain. "I had really, like, horrible depression when I was a teenager. My family didn't really believe in medication or anything like that, so I didn't know what else to do. Sounds shitty now that I say it out loud since it was so long ago. But that was self-harm because I had no other outlet." You tell Köing, who's eagerly listening to you. "And you haven't done it since?" His words hold concern. "Don't worry about me, baby; I've got my meds, therapist, and you. I'm all good now." You say, trying to push away the sad thoughts that are trailing through your boyfriend's head.

"Don't worry, Schatz, I'll fuck the depression right out of you the next time. No need to cut up this beautiful skin." Köing words make you laugh.

Completed on: 11/16/23

Posted on: 11/20/23

COD-

[umathurwin]

girl in new york

kiara carrera x john b routledge; nsfw 18+

summary: Who the hell is she

Takin' you from me?

Baby, I know about the girl in New York

John B and his best friend have been hooking up behind Sarah's back. She knows. What's she gonna do about it?

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Bags in your hand as you kiss me

Tellin' me you're gonna miss me

Promise you'll be on your best behavior

There really isn't a point in having a warm, soft duvet if you choose to sit on top of it. The A/C had already erupted goosebumps on Sarah's skin twice in the last five minutes, yet she remained cross-legged on the bed. She rolled her head to the side and cracked her neck twice, and thrice on the other side. Her hands clenched and flexed repeatedly, and she itched to reach for her phone, but remained still. She had a lot of thinking to do.

The classical music playing from her laptop helped her focus. Wheezie said it was creepy, called her Alex Forrest. “How do you even know that reference?”

Give me your flight information

Call when you land, say you made it

Sweet little me told you, "Go have a good time"

John B hasn't messaged her all day. When she's with him, of course, he's glued to the device like it's a glucose monitor. He won't miss a moment of his friends' lives, even if it means completely ignoring his girlfriend next to him. But now, with how he’s not responding? If she didn’t see his location crawling along the bridge connecting the island and the mainland, she’d be fair to assume he’s dead in a ditch.

Her eye twitched. Why did it have to be so hard to keep his full attention? Why was it so easy for him to ignore her when he was away?

I didn't mean forget about me

Ridin' in a yellow taxi

Who the hell are you on your way to?

It's obvious. It was obvious to her the day they started dating. The angst, the dramatics, the picking of sides when the choice should be obvious. Genuinely, how was she supposed to feel when John B was torn between herself and one of his closest friends? The gorgeous, smart, laidback, sharp-as-a-knife witty, kindhearted Kiara? Sarah was clocking in overtime from day one. Or at least, she knew she had to, if she wanted to keep up with her competition.

Too bad it didn’t matter.

I know there's always temptation

Guess I'm a little more patient

Baby, I've been on my best behavior

Part of her boiled with rage. Topper had been on her doorstep once a week. Begging to see her, to make amends, to get one more chance at what he ruined. He promised secrecy. He promised devotion. He promised what was, effectively, revenge. She had all the opportunity in the world to eat her cake and have it too!

But she's better than that. Unlike her boyfriend.

Fuck you for makin' me crazy

While you buy her drinks out on 8th Street

Sweet little you showin' her such a good time

When she really wants to torture herself, she imagines what they're like together. It isn’t difficult considering what she’s witnessed so far, willingly or not.

They're both Pogues—savages. Dirty, rough, disrespectful. Just like the sex they have. John B is always so careful with Sarah, too preoccupied in not tarnishing whatever image he has of her in his mind. She's never asked for anything different, of course, she's too afraid of actually being the one to tarnish that image.

Kiara, though? John B can do whatever he wants with her. And does. He can push the back of her head so she's forced down the length of his cock and can't breathe. He'll fuck her in public, taking the risk of being caught not only with his pants down but being unfaithful. He can press his thumb into her ass while fucking her from behind, so she's full of him in every way possible. She'll let him, and ask for more while she's at it.

You easily forget about me

Ridin' in a yellow taxi

Back to your hotel, and she's comin' with you

She knew she couldn't go off intuition alone. Women have been called insane for much less, and the class solidarity was nothing to dismiss. Sarah enlisted spies, paid off Pogues who had less than solid loyalty for their own kind, invested in software she could easily put on their phones. Gathering explicit messages between them was almost easier than avoiding the truth.

It took less than a week to gather what she needed. Pathetic, really. Any cheater worth half their weight in salt would be more careful. Just shows how little they respect her.

You said I was yours

Maybe just on the West Coast

‘Cause soon as you left home

You got wanderin' eyes…

Sarah pored over the contents of her bed. Screenshots of private, naughty messages. Photos of them making out in public, and doing much worse. Irrefutable evidence galore. To be even more petty, she considered laminating it, but decided against this since she had duplicates of everything anyways.

The worst piece was a full fucking sex tape. What kind of moron creates his own incriminating evidence? What man who has a shred of integrity films himself fucking his best friend from behind?

At first, Sarah was in complete denial. Kiara’s back and hair were pretty unmistakable, but maybe this isn’t John B in the video! Maybe he was just holding onto a dirty video for his friend! But then the man draped his body over hers and turned the camera around to show John B’s proud smile and Kiara’s dazed out expression. Under the hurt, a little jealousy twinged in her. She never got fucked like that.

Kiara probably wouldn't give a fuck about an exposé, too protected by her rich parents and free-spirited energy— but this kind of poor behavior could affect John B’s reputation on the island as long as he lived here. Not just with friends and family, but employers; he’d never have another job in Figure Eight again. She held so much power in her hands—or really, on her comforter.

Her cell phone buzzed.

John B: I'm free in twenty, wanna see a movie?

Sarah took the paper closest to her and gripped it in her hand so tight the sheet crumpled in her grasp. The printed messages became illegible as her manicured nails dug into the page.

So I guess you lied

When you said I was special

You're not as smart as you think you are

Baby, I know about the girl in New York

Maybe it wasn’t time yet. Maybe she could let it continue and amass until she has no choice but to push Kiara and her boyfriend both into a fire. Y'know, metaphorically.

Speaking of fires, she gathered all the printed-out pages of evidence and stuffed them into her red metal trashcan. She lit a Lucky Strike match and dropped it onto the papers, watching with a calculated smile as the pages curled and blackened in the flames.

She sent a text back. See you then :)

Who the hell is she

Takin' you from me?

Baby, I know about the girl in New York

[perspectivestarters]

Persepective’s Sentence Starters; If I Can't Have Love, I Want Power (Part II)

YOU ASKED FOR THIS

"I don't know what you want from me."

"You know I'm still somebody's daughter, see."

"Go on and be a big girl."

"You asked for this now."

"Everybody's gonna drown you out."

"You better show 'em why you talk so loud."

"Who the hell is in your bed?"

"Is this the life that lies ahead now?"

"I wanna ruin all my plans."

"I want a fist around my throat."

"I wanna cry so hard, I choke."

"I want everything I asked for."

DARLING

"Maybe I'll be better if I take my meds."

"Try the medication that I bought instead."

"It's workin' for a little, but there's not much left."

"Darling, don't you weep."

"There's a place for me."

"See you in your dreams."

"Ever since a little girl, I found it sweet."

"All the little flowers gave me somethin' to believe in."

"Never knew the feelin' of a stable home."

"Couldn't really tell you where they'd leave a stone to visit me when I am dead and gone."

"Darlin', don't you cry."

"Head fast toward the light."

"Foolish men have tried."

"Only you have shown me how to love bein' alive."

"I'll kidnap all the stars and I will keep them in your eyes."

1121

"I won't die for love."

"I've got a body here to bury."

"If truth be told, it's scary."

"My shoulders are heavy already."

"I can't tell which ones are mine and which I created."

"You could have my heart and I would break it for you."

"I try to be careful with the thing inside my chest."

"You shoot for the memory so you can forget me."

"I'll leave if you let me."

"Please don't leave."

"Don't leave me in the shape you left me."

"Just leave me in the place you found me, safe and soundly."

"I'm runnin' out of time to tell you."

"I'm runnin' out of things that I regret."

HONEY

"She's on the tip of my tongue."

"She's on the top of my thighs."

"If I searched a thousand miles, I'd be dyin' to find."

"If she's gonna go, well, then I'm goin' with her."

"I know that I won't forget."

"She was sweet like honey."

"All I can taste is the blood in my mouth and the bitterness in goodbyе."

"She's impatient and I'm complacent."

"Just a little taste of wastin' time."

"She stings like she means it."

"She's mean and she's mine."

"She's hell in a basket, just makin' a racket."

"I love every second."

"Good things aren't easy to get."

"I know that I won't regret."

WHISPERS

"Numb in your chest when you close the blinds."

"You tell yourself you're fine."

"You sabotage the things you love the most."

"Camouflage so you can feed the lie that you're composed."

"You do not want this."

"You do not want him."

"The glimmer of light that you're keepin' alive."

"Why do you need love so badly?"

"Bet shе was brutal and bratty."

"Bet that she'll never be happy."

"I bet that you're right and I'll show you in time."

"I sabotage the things I love the most."

"Camouflage so I can feed the lie that I'm composed."

"I've got a monster inside me."

"She's constantly changin' her mind on the daily."

"Might have to trick her."

"At least we could say that we died bein' traveled."

"Then I could trap her."

"But what does it matter?"

"Isn't it lonely?"

"These are the standards to which you could hold me."

"Think that you know me."

"I do not know me."