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Hiiiii, first off i just wanna say your writings are AMAZING, words cant even describe the amount of FEELS reading the If your love burns, dear, set me ablaze story, especially this part: "because it’s easy to avoid the fear of loss when you make it so you don’t have anything to lose. But he failed to realize that it also meant nothing to live for"

may I know if I can draw a snippet of the story? I'll credit you and everything of course!

Hi, darling!! Aaaaaa thank you so much for your sweet words, it fills me with happiness to know that you enjoyed reading it ❤️ And of course!!! It'd be more than lovely to have a drawing of it, thank you so much for the interest and for asking! Can't wait to see it, please tag me when it's done so i don't miss it 💕💕

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The taskforce 141 reactions to your display of jealousy

a/n: I’ve seen a fair amount of fics and writings that show them being jealous, but what if we are the ones that get jealous then? ;) 

In this fic, the reader is more like in denial sort of jealousy + first time feeling jealous kind of thing. I decided to do a mix of displays from reader, Price and Ghost are subtle, Soap and Gaz are more direct!

I might do another one where it's more action-based and possessive like reader beating the strangers up or something

also the relationship between reader and tf141 is not exactly publicly known :)  Notes:

dividers drawn by @gomzdraws (click for better resolution!)

reader's texts are in purple

Tags: xgn!reader, established relationship(basically already dating), incorrect military terms, implied nsfw but its sfw I swear, cursing

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Captain John Price

Captain Price has been going around giving meetings and distributing tasks as you follow along and help him carry the essential documents all day. In the last meeting, he will meet one of the operators to explain the upcoming missions. You decide to wait on the other side of the room as you watch the captain carry out his duty. 

Everything was fine as the conversation went on. You may be standing at a distance, but you can faintly hear the discussion. You can tell he is quite impressed with the soldier’s skill, and the exchange was beginning to be less serious as they started talking about things that were out of topic. You watch from the corner of your eyes as the person starts leaning closer, even cracking jokes as they pat John’s shoulder.

Well, whoever that is, they sure know how to butter the captain up.

You thought for a moment before internal cursing as you shook your head.

Get a grip; he is the captain; surely he knows what he’s do-

Your thoughts stop as you watch the person lean in and whisper something to John’s ears, and you notice how the Captain shifted slightly and cleared his throat. The soldier proceeded to shuffle something into his back pants pocket before leaving, even winking at him before the door was closed. 

What the fuck? 

You furrow your brows as you watch Captain sigh, walk back to his desk, and take his seat. You waited until he gestured for you to come to him with his hand, and you decided to act naturally as you organised the messy papers and reports on his table. 

This is not something you should be worried about in the first place, so don’t even bring it up. You say this to yourself internally as you take a seat next to him and read through the documents. But your mind keeps racing, and there's a burning feeling inside you, clouding your thoughts as you tap your finger softly on the table repeatedly.

"Y/N", the Captain said as he lifted your chin up. You followed his hand and slowly glanced up and stared at him with a hint of embarrassment. Did he find out what I was thinking already?

Yes, sir?

You answer back with the most steady voice you can muster at the moment. You watch as he softens his gaze and brushes your hair away. You recognise that look.

You’re not talking to the captain now; you’re talking to John.

He doesn't say a word as he takes out the paper from his back pocket and places it on the table. You try to maintain your composure and remain as calm as you can when you see a number scribbled on the paper, but you can't help but let out a cold glare at the paper for a second.

That piece of shi-

He taps your chin twice lightly as he grabs your attention again before running his hand down to your neck and resting it there. You know this signal, so you promptly hold out his favourite lighter that you carry around and light up his cigar. He hums appreciatively as he takes a drag and puffs out the smoke. 

He looks back at you, silently telling you to keep your eyes on his as he takes the cigar out of his lips, twisting it between his fingers before he rolls and holds the cigar vertically, the evenly burned red-orange cherry side at the end facing downward. You follow curiously before watching him plant it firmly on the paper, twisting it until a hole appears as he smiles and kisses your cheek.

"You know I’ll only look at you, sweetheart," he whispers with his deep, husky tone as you blush and glance away. 

You knew? You say it softly as he leans in and brushes your neck in slow circles as he nods and chuckles. 

"Course I do, I know everything about you," he said before taking another drag from his cigar as he smirked and leaned in closer.

"You look like you were about to punch that person in the face; it’s pretty hot, actually," he says as he watches you shake your head and roll your eyes lightly. 

Hot? Woah, who knew you liked me being violent? 

You joke back as he kisses your ears softly, feeling his beard tickling you as you sigh. He gives you a dark look, dipping his voice another octave lower as he moves his hand from your neck slowly down to your hip.

Oh, I love it when you get all rowdy and rough, especially if you’re doing it because of me, like last night, hm?

That instantly makes you go red as you give a nervous laugh and squirm in your seat at the memory. He gives you an amused look as he puts his hand on your waist and pulls you in closer. 

Well, it looks like tonight will be the same.

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John Soap MacTavish

You were idling around the base after just finishing healing from a previous mission. Technically,  you’re not supposed to move around so much, but you were already getting bored as you stared up at the same ceiling for days. You know Soap has been helping you out immensely by practically moving into your room and keeping you company. But he went on a mission and won’t return until today, so you decided to sneak out of the room and brew yourself a cup of tea. You hum as you take in the smell and sigh. 

This is certainly better than water, that’s for sure

you think to yourself before deciding to walk around and explore the base. Well,  just glancing around to see if there’s anything new that has happened. That’s when you spotted a few jeeps with a group of people and a few regular faces you recognised: Ghost, Gaz, Price, and your boyfriend Soap getting down from the vehicle. You wanted to wave and call out to Soap before noticing someone else beside him, but what really caught your attention was the jacket the person was wearing; it was his jacket. Your favourite jacket of his. 

You stop dead in your tracks from a distance as your grip on the tea mug tightens. You observe as Soap and the gang talk and laugh, you know like they always do post-mission, and yet something just doesn’t seem right for you as you fixate your gaze on the person that has been clinging to Soap, wrapping their hands around his arm as they also joke along. You can see Soap politely patting their arms away as he bumps their shoulder.

Right, he’s doing something about it. You thought to yourself before you quickly went back to your room. You knew Soap wouldn't do anything that would upset you, but yet you couldn’t shake that thought away—the thought of someone else whirling him away. You hate it; whatever it is that you’re feeling, it feels wrong, even toxic, but you just can’t help it. You know it's not his fault, and you’re well aware that he can’t control everyone’s actions. You decided to lie on your bed and pull the blanket over yourself as you tried to sleep it away.

Not long after, Soap knocks gently at your door and enters your room. He notices how you are facing the wall and bundled in a blanket, breathing normally, which indicates that you aren't sleeping despite your eyes being closed.

Heeeeeyyyy, how’s ma favourite cutie feeling, hm?

He asked in his usual light tone as he sat on your bed and petted your blanket. He stared at you as he leaned in and kissed your shoulder softly.

Ya awrite? 

He asked as he noticed how you were quieter than usual. Your heart broke slightly as you noted how his tone became worried, so you turned around and gently brushed his cheek as you shook your head.

I'm okay, dear. Just tired. You lied as you smiled and watched as he took your hand and cupped his own face. “Anything ah can do for ye?”,  He asks again with puppy eyes as you chuckle, pulls his face close to you, and kiss his lips softly. Cuddles. You whisper softly as he smiles and hugs you close. Ayeee, then it's cuddles you're gettin’

He says as he lays down beside you, nuzzles his neck on your shoulder, and pulls you close to him. You sigh happily as you let the jealous thoughts slowly dissolve away, but that doesn’t mean you forget about the incident.

A few days later, when you were doing laundry, you spotted his jacket again—the one that fuc—you mean, the other person—was wearing that time. You stared at it as you lifted it up from the basket, and instantly a whiff of perfume or cologne that you did not recognise got picked up by your nose. You frowned and glared at the jacket for a moment, seething in anger as you decided to toss it into the washer. After washing and drying it, you had an idea and opted to wear and keep it. Naw, this is my jacket now. You thought to yourself as you walked around the base with the jacket, a proud look clearly showing on your face as the jacket had a clearly huge "Soap" behind it.

Soap notices as he smirks and walks towards you, crossing his arm as he stands beside you. “Oi? Is that ma jacket?”, he says as he takes a good look at you, grinning ear to ear as he glances you up and down. He won’t lie, he never knew how good you looked wearing his stuff.

Your jacket? I have no idea what you’re talking about; it's mine now.

You replied back nonchalantly when you noticed that same person who was with Soap the other day staring at you from across the hall. You gave them a death glare as you turned and pulled Soap down by his collar, making him jolt forward as he gasped slightly at the sudden motion. You kept eye contact as you whispered to Soap.

Not only the jacket, but you’re mine as well

Your lips barely brush his ears slightly as Soap blushes and gives out a surprised laugh.

Well, well, well.

He replied back in a shocked tone as he watched the direction you were looking at before he gave an "ah" sound as he made the connection. He giggled as he stared back at you with a loving stare. “Hmm, didnae take yer a jealous one”, he says before holding you closer to him by the waist and kissing your forehead. Mmm, you give a grunt as you feign annoyance and glance away. He laughs as he nuzzles you close and gives you a hug. “Aw~ dun get mad at me, yer know I love ya, and only ya”, he kisses you on the neck softly to tickle you as you drop your frown and giggle at him to push him away playfully,

Oh fuck off, don't go all sappy on me now. 

You roll your eyes as you try to wiggle your way out. “Nuh uh, I will show yer how much I love ya”, he says before he picks you up and tosses you over his shoulder. You let out a yelp as you move around and let out a whine. MacTavish! Put me down this instant!  You say it with a laugh as he smacks your ass and shakes his head as he walks towards his room.

“Nope, ah won't, you're going to get all the love you missed.”

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Kyle Gaz Garrick

You wake up early after preparing yourself, walking slowly to the kitchen to carry out your routine. You like to start your day off with coffee, and on the other hand, Kyle likes to have tea in the morning. Jasmine tea with two teaspoons of sugar and some milk, just the way he likes it. So every morning for the past few months of dating, you always make sure to brew him his tea as well when you make coffee. You shuffle around the shelves as you look for his mug, being confused when you don't see it at the usual spot. You glance around before you hear Kyle speaking to someone on the other side of the place. You follow the voices and take a peek behind a wall as you watch him talk to someone with his mug in his hands already.

Hm, so he brewed it himself today? That’s odd, maybe because he woke up earlier.

You didn’t think much of it as you went back to the kitchen to make yourself a coffee and go on with your day.

The next day, you walk to the kitchen and find his mug, only to find it not there again. You frown as you try to rationalise your thoughts.

Okay, maybe he was in a hurry.

You think again as you shake those thoughts away and carry out your duties. But then it starts to bother you when the same thing happens again the next day and again for the following two days.

He never brought it up and neither one of you talked about it. You assume maybe you messed up the way you make his tea or maybe he changed his preference. But it still confuses you, and it hurts a little too; he could’ve told you if that's the case. However, something else is notable: he has been getting more headaches recently, and you’ve asked him about it.

Are you sure it's not something serious? How about going to the medical bay to check if everything’s alright?

No, no, it's fine; it's just stress.

You decided enough was enough as you woke up extra early today to question him in the kitchen about why he started making tea for himself. But then that's when you saw it—a figure that opened the top shelf and took his mug out. You recognise that person; it was one of the recruits Kyle has been speaking to lately. You immediately stepped forward and grabbed their hand as you spoke calmly.

What do you think you’re doing?

“Huh?”, The person gets caught off guard as they glance back at you, a frown forming on their face as they continue; it's almost as if they’re annoyed that they were stopped by you.

Erm, making coffee for my superior? Why? Because I can? So you’ve been doing this for the past few days? Yeah.

The recruit replied back with a proud look as they rested their hands on their hips, not hiding the fact that they were doing Gaz this favour for obvious reasons when the blush on their cheeks was prominent.

That’s when it clicked: he hasn’t been making tea himself, and the source of his headaches is because of this dumbass. Kyle can’t hold his caffeine; it always gives him a splitting headache. You also know how he has trouble rejecting kindness from others and has always kept silent about his actions. You sigh as you take the mug from the person.

Hey! What’s your problem? Give it ba-

You watch your tone.

Your sharp voice cuts through the air as you turn and stare down at them, leaning closer to the recruit as venom seeps out of your mouth.

Sergeant Gaz doesn’t take coffee; if you wanted to flirt with someone, at least be smart about it. Oh, wait, never mind about that... (You trail off as you firmly press your hand on their shoulder, gazing down as the recruit gulps and shivers nervously under your scrutiny.) You probably don’t even know he’s taken already; poor you. How did you end up here with such an empty head anyway? I thought everyone here was smart and observant; clearly, you’re not.

The recruit gasps as tears prick up in their corner, and they immediately falter and shamefully run away as you sigh.

Okay, maybe that was too far.

You mumbled before hearing something shuffling behind you. You felt your back warm up as Kyle hugged your shoulder from behind. You smile as you kiss his arm and stare up at him.

“I'm sorry; I should’ve told you about it.” His voice is a low whisper as you softly caress his arm soothingly. You know, you could’ve poured the coffee away or let me drink it. You speak gently as you slowly turn around to face him.

“I know, but I didn’t want to waste it or deny the coffee when someone had made it for me.” You sigh as you brush your hand on his cheek and continue.

Well, they won’t anymore, and only I will be the one making you tea from this day on. You give a smile when Kyle chuckles and kisses your forehead. “I’ll have to admit that watching you speak like that was pretty cool”, He said it with a smirk as you shook your head. Ah, so I wasn’t cool before? You tease him back as he quickly shakes his head and kisses your hands. “I didn’t say that.” He giggles as he sighs and rests his head on your shoulder. “Can you make me tea again? Just the way I like it?”, He whispers with a smile as you nod and kiss his cheek.

Always.

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Simon Ghost Riley

It was one of the sparring sessions where Ghost and Soap were tasked with providing training and demonstrations to the new recruits. You decided to join and watch from the side and provide any needed assistance, but truthfully, you just wanted to watch Ghost. It's moments like these where you get to see him roll up his sleeves and flex his muscles. Sure,  you get to see all of him whenever you’re in his bedroom, but watching him display himself confidently in public? That’s a different kind of look you will never get tired of.

The session went on normally, and most recruits were obedient and managed to replicate what Ghost and Soap have been demonstrating, with just a few slower soldiers that require more attention, which they supervise and guide on a one-to-one basis.

And there was this one recruit that Ghost has been teaching for some time now. You note how the recruit was standing slightly closer to him, and the way they looked at Ghost made you uneasy—not in a way that you think that person is going to hurt him, but in a way that you feel that the person has an ulterior motive. You don't miss the way the recruit brushed their hand across his arm, or how they were pressing their body against his in a way that was definitely unnecessary in the training, or how they deliberately messed up a step and let out that annoying giggle-

I'm overthinking. 

You thought to yourself when you realised you were frowning and your hands were balled into a fist. You decided to step outside and take a breather as you tried to calm yourself. You sat on the bench alone as you breathed out and ran through your mind again.

Stop overthinking. They’re just training; Ghost is literally an adult. I don't have to fret over something like this, do I? Okay, what was that question? Of course I don't. Right, but why the hell did they stick so close anyway-

You drown in your own inner monologue as your eyebrows furrow, and you sigh again as you rest your head on your knees, all the while Ghost has been watching you at the corner.

He saw and noticed when you were staring just now. Well, you always do stare, and he likes it, but this time he felt your gaze was different, and from the way you stand with that tense shoulder and the way your hands were forming a fist, It didn't sit right with him, so he told Soap to take over the recruit, not even answering the "why" from the person as he quickly followed you when you left.

"Love…?" Ghost said as he cautiously stood behind you and looked down with a concerned expression, he watched as you glanced up and smiled at him.

That’s not a smile he knows.

Oh, hey Ghost! I'm just resting, don’t mind me.

"No, you’re not; I can see you thinking." Ghost replies back instantly as he takes a seat next to you and rubs your hands, softening his gaze as he leans in and rests his forehead on yours. "What is it, love?", Ghost asks as he takes in your demeanour. He watches as you clench your jaw and hold your breath, then glances away as you sigh, and then you look back at him again as you frown. He always likes observing you, and he can tell that you’re contemplating, so he gave your hand a squeeze to urge you to continue.

I just… I just didn't like how the recruit was acting around you; I don't know why.

You finally spit it out as you nervously grab his fingers and fiddle with them as you try to calm down. After saying it out loud, you do feel a little childish, and you don't know what his response will be either.

Ghost remained silent for a moment as he processed your words and thought back about the training. He did find the recruit slightly annoying because they’ve been deliberately repeating the same mistake over and over again, but he has not realised why they did so. Until now.

Oh

His thoughts click as he tilts his head slightly and looks back at you, now with a smirk growing as his mask shifts slightly.

"You’re jea-" No.

You cut him off as you turn away from him and face your back at him. He watches as redness forms at the tip of your ear. He chuckles as he leans in and rests his head on your head, kissing your hair slightly as he watches your pout which makes your cheeks get puffy.

Cute. So this is what you’re like when you’re jealous. He thought to himself before he raised his hand and pulled your cheek, causing you to gasp as you thrashed around.

What the-hey! Get off!

You complain back angrily as he does not stop and squishes your face after he pulls it a few more times. You protest more as you grab his hand until you can't help but giggle at him when you know he won’t stop.

Stop it! You’re going to make me have wrinkles!

He gives a soft huff of air as he shakes his head and grabs your right cheek with his thumb and index finger and bites it gently, 

“I don't mind wrinkles”, he whispers as you let out a "hmph", grabbing his sleeve as you glare at him. He laughs again as he plants a kiss on the cheek he bit earlier.

I hate you.

I love you too.

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a/n: this is for all the Ghostie lovers out there to make up for the last fic <3 Im a firm believer that Ghost is silly in relationships, like come on man was putting out puns and jokes during the mission in the game! also bonus from my friends' reactions to Gaz's part:

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The quality is shit but this is all you get

(All of these doodles were made on @gomzdraws ‘ magma board lol)

Also: have this old sketchbook page

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I’m sorry to send you an ask but I tried messaging in discord for commissions and on here but it seems you only accept them through friends or tumblrs you follow. So I sent a friend request on discord. It’s from lesbun.

I’m not great with discord, so sorry if I’m going about this the wrong way.

Hey!! No worries :D Im the one that should say sorry 🤣 yeah i did set up my discord that way so you’re all good! If you want you could dm me through my Kofi instead of its more comfortable for ya

I uh also realize i forgot to toggle allow people to message me on tumblr as well like a dumbass 😭 so yeah if you wanna dm me here too its okay!

For now i’ve accepted your friend request, you are free to remove me off your friendlist if you

A. Want to communicate with a different site or

B. After we finish the commission in discord dms

I apologize for the inconvenience caused!

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Task force 141 found out about your soft spots | Part 2

Summary: Ever since they saw the softer part of you, the task force 141 has been trying to see more of them. a/n: This is a follow-up from the previous part! It can be read separately but part 1 gives more context :)  Also! The dividers were made by @gomzdraws (which is also me lol) apologies if I took too long! I'll have to admit I got a bit carried away with part :>

Tags: incorrect military terms, fluff, can be read as platonic or romantic, horrible attempt at Scottish accent(I gave up near the end xD), mention of dog bites, x gn!reader

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Captain John Price

The two of you returned to base after just recently completing the mission; the target was secured and handled, and you rested in the general area as you looked through your phone again, updating your to-do list as you had stumbled upon the photo of the cute latter art previously. You stop and lean on the counter as you smile. It's so freaking cute, you think to yourself before a nudge takes your attention.

"Come", was all the captain said before you quickly followed along without questions. You’re always eager to follow any instructions he gives; maybe he needed to discuss the upcoming mission. But it’s obvious it's not going to be that as you sit in his car. Where are we going?

You ask curiously as you fasten the seat belt. The Captain only gives you a smile as he presses the gas pedal. "Just getting something to eat", he replies as you nod and relax into the chair. Well, it's nearing evening, and you are, in fact, quite hungry, so a small bite before dinner doesn’t sound too bad. It wasn’t long before you finally reached your destination. It’s a quiet town that has a few stalls and shops, and you walk alongside the captain until you stop before a small cafe, tucked nicely at the end of the street.

You look through the window as you watch the few people and barista chilling inside. It looks warm and cosy; there were soft fairy lights lining the pale yellowish wall with brown pillars supporting the structure. The captain gently places his hand around your back as he guides you to enter the cafe. You follow along as you take in the fresh smell of coffee and pastries and the sight of the small place. Price let you wander around for a while before taking a seat near the stairs, and a waiter quickly came as he greeted him. 

"Ah John! It's been a while; I see you brought company." The older man then hands you both the menu as he chuckles and bumps the captain’s shoulder. Price nods back as he glances back at you and says, "Pick anything you want, it’s on me", You give him a surprised look before you nod and take a look. You smile as you look through the list on the menu; it has a lot of cute drinks and desserts, so he saw. You thought to yourself as you ordered a latte; it's apparently their best-selling drink with the 3D cat milk foam on top of the drink. The waiter nods as he looks at Price, to whom he orders tea and some apple strudels. The waiter takes down the order on his notepad before promptly returning to the counter and preparing the orders.

How did you find this place? You ask the captain as you take in the surroundings again; it's a hidden gem, that’s for sure, and the prices on the menu were not bad as well.

"I knew this place because Oliver, the man who took our order just now, used to go to the same college", you hum as a reply and nod.

It's a nice place, and I can’t wait to try the drink, you reply back with a smile as your eyes twinkle with excitement. The captain chuckles as he nods. 

"Well, I didn’t take you as someone who likes these kinds of things, but it's a pleasant surprise, don’t worry. So I figured I'd bring you here." 

He raised an eyebrow out of amusement as he watched you blush slightly. You huffed out a puff of air before you replied sheepishly, 

Ah well, I guess cute things are my weakness after all; who would’ve guessed? 

"Just don't let the enemy know, and you’ll be fine", the captain jokes back as your drink arrives, and you immediately close your mouth as you watch the foam wiggle around when it was placed gently on the table. 

Oh my god, you whisper to yourself as you gasp and take in the sight, quickly taking your phone out and taking a picture. You glance back at Price with sparkling eyes as you tilt your head, giving him a "are you seeing this?" look as he chuckles and nods. He can feel the joy radiating from your face as you go ahead and stare at the drink, and the way you carefully turn the cup around to see the whole thing? Precious.  

He watches you take a sip. You close your eyes and give a nod as you savour the taste. Not only was the drink cute, but the flavour was perfect as well. You can smell the coffee's aroma and see how smooth the drink is. You didn’t realise when you had a bit of foam below your nose as you smiled back at the captain. Price couldn't help but laugh slightly as he took a tissue and wiped off the foam from your face. "Guessing you like it then?", you nod as you place down the cup and cover your mouth slightly to hide the pink blush that’s creeping up to your cheek. 

Yeah, it's not too bitter, and it tastes pretty rich. I like it. You reply as you watch him hum and take his strudel and tea. 

"Good, we can come here again next time". He says this as he gives you a warm grin and a wink.

John Soap MacTavish 

It was another week of training with the two military dogs, specifically Max and Judy, two German Shepherds who have been quite fond of you as they follow the training. Over the course of the regimen, you are supposed to reinforce essential handling techniques and carry out a few conditioning exercises like generalised commands. You may not be a military dog handler, but the training has definitely improved your skills to be one. Soap has joined you on a few training sessions and watches on the side as you smoothly handle the dogs, carrying out the essential steps and watching as the dogs follow you obediently. He finds it inspiring to see you train with the professional dog handler, Sergeant Sam, who has been offering a lot of help and tips. 

Today, Sergeant Sam guides you through controlled aggression training for Max, something the dog has had some trouble with for the past few days. Max has shown a good level of precision when commanded to attack a target, but its restraint technique still needs more practice, as Max tends to move before you give your words. You coo and guide Max as you carry out the demonstration, pointing at the volunteer as Max growls. You hold onto the leash firmly when Max tries to run towards the target, and you speak with a steady, calm voice as you patiently coo at the dog. 

Alright Max, steady. Not yet. Stay. 

Your voice hushed Max as it reduced his growl and made him stand on the ground, no longer pulling on the leash, and wait for your next command.

Okay, good boy Max, you don't forget to praise it immediately. This is one of the many bits of advice given by Sergeant Sam, it is said to give the dog motivation and let it know it’s doing the right thing if you praise its action immediately. 

You finally gave the signal after a while, and Max immediately went to jump and bite on the protective coat the volunteer was wearing, growling and displaying its aggression as you guided the dog. Sergeant Sam and you continue to practise a few more times with Max to properly train him to improve his restraining skills. 

After a few hours, you were finally given a break as you sat on the floor, sweating as you gently rubbed Max’s head. 

There you are, good boy Max~ So proud of you!

 You whisper to Max as you feel something poke your back. You glance back and smile as you watch Judy (the other military dog) wagging its tail and giving your cheek a lick. 

Ah! Judy, did you miss me? Hey now, who’s a good boy~?

You immediately shower Judy with attention and pat its head as you glance up to watch Soap approaching you. You wave to him as he stands at a distance. You watch his nervousness show as he rubs his neck and taps his foot repeatedly on the ground. You then stand up and order Max and Judy to sit and remain still on the floor as you walk to Soap. 

Sergeant Soap, good to see you. You greeted him with a smile as he relaxed slightly and smiled back at you. 

"Aye, I saw da training todae; it seems yer gettin better at this!", he said as he nervously glanced back at Max and Judy before staring back at you again. You nodded appreciatively as you chuckled and spoke. 

Yeah, Max and Judy have been behaving well, and the training with them is running smoothly. They remind me of my own dog back home, you say fondly as you watch him glance back at you with a surprised grin. 

"Wut? You owned a German Shepherd? That’s perfect, then, actually", You watch as he shuffles around his pocket as he holds out a bag of snacks; it’s Milk-Bone dog biscuits! You smile widely as he hands you the snack. 

"Well, I wanted to give it to ya as a wae to say thanks since yer took the job for me; you seem close to dogs anyhow; I hope I bought the right thing". Soap says as he laughs and pats your shoulder, "What’s the name?", He asks before you take out your phone and proudly show him photos of your own German Shepherd. It's big, and it has a golden sable pattern that shines ever so slightly under the sun. 

Named it Meatball because he always managed to steal some from the kitchen. He is my little ball of sunshine, you explain with a soft giggle as you show him more pictures, swiping the gallery before stopping on one where you were carrying Meatball with a struggling look, face scrunched up with a frown with a grin, you chuckle as you look back at Soap, 

He’s almost 5 years old now and still jumps and expects me to carry him around like a baby, even when he's 60 pounds! 

Soap laughs along as he stares at the photo. You looked so happy and content, and he likes how cheerful and giddy you are when you start talking about your dog. He’s still scared of dogs, but he felt like with you, he might be able to overcome that fear a little as he listens to your stories. 

I'm sorry for babbling so much, by the way. You stop halfway when you realise you’ve been talking for the past 10 minutes about your own dog, but Soap quickly shakes his head as he rests his hand on your shoulder, giving you a reassuring look as he speaks,

"No, no, go on. I love hearing yer talk about Meatball. He’s really cute!", Soap says as he gives you a nudge. "might even visit the fella with how sweet he sounds". Your eyes beamed when he suggested that,

Really? I mean, I don't want to force you to meet him if you’re still uncomfortable and all

Soap nods again as he gives a chuckle. 

"Well, I think I'm still a bit nervous, but it's something I want to try again, ya know?", You nod in understanding before you think for a moment and give a reply as you glance back at the military dogs. 

How about you start by warming up to Judy? Max is a bit bigger and more intimidating, but Judy is smaller, and he’s more obedient. Do you want to try it? Soap sucks in a breath as he contemplates for a few minutes before finally sighing as he nods slowly. You smile as you rest your hand on his thigh to soothe his nerves. 

It's okay; you’re with me. It will be alright. You say gently as you call for Judy to come around. Soap watches as Judy slowly makes its way towards you and Soap, his legs shuffling a bit as his muscles tense up when Judy comes and sits in front of you.

Be good. Soap is going to touch you, okay? You coo at Judy as the dog gives a nod and rests its head on your knee. You glance back at Soap as you hold his hand and speak.

You’re going to be okay; Judy won't bite, I promise. Soap nods with a gulp as he lets you take his hand and guide it to Judy’s head. You watch as he retracts his hand a bit when Judy tilts its head to stare at Soap. 

"y-y/n…" Soap says nervously before you pause and rub his hand in small circles, 

It's alright; take it slow and don't worry. You speak patiently as you watch Soap nod and take a few deep breaths to calm himself down. You don’t move and continue holding his hand in the air, and wait to let him take the initiative to move, and not long after that, he starts running his finger along the head of Judy’s fur cautiously. Judy remains still as it closes its eyes and wags its tail slightly. You give a small chuckle as you whisper back to Soap,

You’re alright; look, Judy likes you. You say as Soap relaxes more as he watches in awe, smiling slightly when he watches the dog press its furry chin onto your knees and melt into his touches. It’s certainly a much different response to what he imagined, and the memories of dogs biting into his legs and arms still haunt him sometimes. He can feel those sharp teeth sinking into his skin and drawing blood in those nightmares, but now? This dog he's touching is peacefully laying on your knee, not moving an inch as he strokes his fur softly with his palm, it's unnerving to him still, like he still expects the dog to bite him if he lets down his guard. But slowly, he gets more comfortable when he sees no signs of that happening, he also knows that if you're here with him, he'll be alright.

Soap glanced back at you as he held his gaze. "Thank you...", he said with a tone full of appreciation as you smiled back at him and nodded. 

No worries, I'm happy you’re able to come this far, you say back with a soft tone as the both of you just continue like this, chatting idly back and forth as Soap slowly strokes Judy’s fur. By the end of the conversation, Judy was resting its head on Soap’s tight, and Soap was no longer trembling as he rests his hand on its head.

Kyle Gaz Garrick

Ever since Gaz dropped off the bear in your room, you’ve been trying to reach out to him. But many times that has not happened because of the busy schedules, and it also doesn’t help that you’re not often teamed up with him. 

However, when you do see him, you make sure to give him a nod and an appreciative stare as he returns the same. You’ll admit you were not as close to Gaz when compared to Ghost, but ever since the IKEA trip, both of you have been trying to change that, even if it’s just a bit. Sometimes he brews you a cup of tea in the morning; other times you’ll secretly take on his paperwork when you notice those tired eye bags in the morning. 

But you wanted to return the favour with more than just these small gestures. You’ve thought about a lot of options; the first thing was perhaps to buy him a game of sorts. You heard from Soap before that Gaz is a gamer himself and owns a Switch. The problem is that you’re not aware of what kind of games he’s into, and asking those questions will raise suspicions. You have a rough idea that he might like action role-playing and multiplayer games like Elden Ring and World of Warcraft; sometimes you know Soap and Gaz will play Mario Kart because of how loud their laughter can be in their room. But you don’t like guessing and would rather get him something you’re absolutely sure he will like. The other thing you wanted to get him was perhaps a hat or a scarf, seeing as he likes wearing those. But you learned that he is very attached to his scarf, so buying him a new one didn’t seem right to you. As for the hat, you actually found a blue beanie that might look good on him, but you decided to save it for his birthday. After many sleepless nights of trying to figure out what on earth to give him, the opportunity finally presented itself one day. You just finished a mission with the team, and as the crew made their way back to base, you noticed how Gaz’s gloves were damaged; the thumb side was burned off, most likely due to the explosion previously. Gaz took notice of your gaze and gave you a smile.

"It's alright; the rest of it is still fine I can live with it." 

You give a nod as he turns around and speaks to Soap again, back to their usual banter as Gaz elbows Soap for not warning him when the bomb goes off. You secretly thank Soap for his recklessness because now you know exactly what to get him.

You tip-toed around the base during the late hours, being quiet and stepping cautiously on the floorboard to avoid generating any noise. You rest your hand along the wall as you walk before finally reaching the door. You glance around once and finally bend down to put down the little green box with a cute yellow ribbon. You smile softly to yourself as you stand up, only to yelp slightly when Gaz taps on your shoulder from the back. 

"Hey, erm, what are you sneaking around for?-", he stops as you quickly glance back as you nervously stand before the gift, shuffling it behind your feet as you shake your head. Gaz watches your demeanour before he smiles as he looks down, noticing a small gift box. "I didn’t know it was my birthday today", he jokes with that charming smile of his, chuckling softly as he tilts his hand and leans closer.

"You don’t have to be so shy around me. Come on", He bends down to pick up the box as he opens the door. You were about to leave before he stops as he looks at you, motioning to enter his room. You gulp as you nod and follow along, deciding to sit on his bed beside him. You have never entered any member’s room at this point, and you’re surprised at how cosy his room is. A few blankets here and there; he even has a few plushies himself! You get distracted by his place without realising he has already pulled off the ribbon and taken out the gift. You turn around and face him when he lets out a gasp.

"YOU DID NOT-"

Gaz said excitedly as he held a pair of Moto gloves, navy in colour with a dash of blue camouflage, lined with hard leather that protects the knuckles. You watch as his eyes shine and he smiles so big that you can see his prominent canine teeth protruding, silently satisfied with yourself when he thanks you for the gift.

I've been wanting to return the favour since you got me the bear.

You say softly as he nods and tests out the glove. It’s a perfect fit as he feels the texture and size.

"This is amazing! I love it. Thank you so much", He thanks you again as he gives your head a pat. Both of you decided to stay for a while and chat idly after that.

Simon Ghost Riley

You were awake the entire night, blinking and shuffling around your bed as you sighed deeply. 

Another sleepless night 

You thought to yourself as you pressed a pillow to your own face. You usually have trouble sleeping sometimes—more than you would like to admit. Whether it's because of the stress that lingers after missions or because of nightmares, They plague your nights without mercy. 

You groan and sit up as you stare at the clock. 

It's about 5 a.m. already, and I still can’t sleep. 

You grumble to yourself as you stand and stretch, pissed that you can’t even enjoy a day off without getting a good night's sleep. You decided to run some laps around the field to tyre yourself out and nap afterwards. 

And you did just that, running around the field for the past half an hour already, yet somehow you can feel that you’re more awake than usual. You know you’re physically tired, but your mental state refuses to calm down and screams at you. You sat on the ground hopelessly before lying on it, staring up at the sky as you let out a long, defeated sigh as you let out a few more grumble.

"Good morning, y/n" comes a voice as you glance to your left, recognising it as you divert your gaze from his shoe to his mask.

Good morning, Lieutenant Ghost, You reply back as you sit up and frown, slightly embarrassed that he saw you like this. 

"Grabbing coffee for them, coming along?" He asks as he shakes the car key in his left hand, his other resting in the pocket of his black hoodie. You nod as you stand up by yourself and brush away the dust as both of you head to the jeep.

You’ve done this routine before with Ghost, sometimes doing it yourself. The group likes to take turns buying coffee and breakfast every weekend near the base; even the barista and workers have already recognised you guys at this point. 

"Ah, it's you, 3 black coffees and 2 Earl Greys as per usual, yes?" Ghost nods to the shorter barista as she promptly prepares the drinks. You stood beside Ghost as you glanced around when you waited for the order before catching your sight on the fridge that displayed pastries and other small bites. 

swiss roll!! 

You take notice of the delicacy as you step closer to the glass. They rarely have cakes, at least whenever you come to visit anyway; mostly they display croissants or sandwiches, and you have to admit that the swiss roll they sell looks pretty good and tempting. 

Matcha, strawberry, vanilla, and chocolate

You take a close look at all the options as you stare excitedly. Ghost watches as he stands closer and bumps your shoulder. 

"Chocolate is good."

He whispers into your ears as you blush slightly at the sudden closeness and glance back at him. You nod as you stare back at that specific swiss roll. It even has what you assume is chocolate whipped cream with a small cherry on top. You whisper back softly as you grab his sleeve timidly. 

Can I try the cake with you?

You know you can finish this cake yourself, but you wanted to share it with him since he suggested it in the first place. 

Ghost blinks before nodding as he pats your hand, ordering the chocolate swiss roll as you smile and happily take a seat in the corner of the cafe. You watch as he brings the plate and sets it on the table. He hands you a fork as he watches you poke through the cake and take a bite.

!!! 

Your eyes beam as your face lights up when you have a taste; the soft, spongy chocolate cake is perfect, and paired with the chocolate whipped cream? It tasted like heaven. Ghost chuckles as he watches you take another bite. 

"Told ya"

You nod as you glance back at him with a giddy smile. You were right. You say as you take a much bigger part of the cake and hand the fork to him, and he nods as he pulls his balaclava to eat the cake, making sure he watches you from the corner of his eyes as he eats it. He likes seeing you take in the sight of him shamelessly, even if it's just his jaw and lips. He liked how you always stare and trail along the faint scar he has around the chin; it's as if you’re mapping him out and memorising his features. He gives a hum of approval as he finishes the bite and hands you back the fork, urging you to take more as you shake your head. 

"It's okay, kid, I’ve tried this cake before already. Eat."

He says this as you frown slightly and nod along, then enjoy the cake again as your brows slowly relax. He smiles as he continues to watch you eat; he knows that you’re always eager and tend to be more compassionate than the other members, even if you don't show it. Gestures like how you always save a seat for him in the planes beside Soap, or how you silently wipe and clean Soap’s guns after missions, or how you always helped Gaz with reports, and you always brew a cup of coffee for Captain when he needs it, your actions doesn't go unnoticed by him. 

Do you have a sweet tooth? 

The question caught him off guard as he watch your eye. He took a few moments to ground himself before nodding. He watched the glint of amusement in your eyes as you smiled and leaned in to ask another question. 

Then what’s your favourite dessert? 

He smiles at your question as he leans in and rests his arm on the table as he stares back at you. 

"Chocolate, if that wasn’t obvious enough already."

You chuckle as you shake your head and slightly poke his muscular arm. 

Yeah, I have an idea, obviously, but you know, like, what kind? Like chocolate bars? Cocoa drinks? Chocolate brownies? You know what I mean, you list out the example as you bite on the fork. 

He chuckles as he goes on and answers back, then you shoot another question and the process repeats. They may be small and mundane questions, but moments like this make him feel human again, to remind him that he is not just a war machine in this world, that he too has cravings and such, plus it also feels like you get to know him better, and perhaps this friendship can flourish more.

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a/n: Im fERAL over Professor Price contents, and I NEED MORE- so here's my take, with a spin! >:)

Pairing: Professor John Price x fem!reader x Mr Simon Riley

Notes:

✎…Banner taken from Pinterest and edited, drawing done by @gomzdraws ✎…Reader's texts are in purple, indented text are memories ✎…Want to be added into a tag list? click here ✎…Part 1 (you're here!) is introduction, just me setting the scene for our reader and displaying the vibes from Price and Riley in this AU ✎…Part 2 is smut :) tags will be shown there but in short it is a slow build up ✎…Chocolate is just my thoughts, process, notes, recommendations and future planning for the series, I welcome discussions over there if you're interested :D

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➵ Part 1

You rubbed your eyes as you finished scribbling around your tablet, noting down the last important point of the lecture with a small yawn. Maybe staying up late and studying four chapters ahead was not a good idea after all. But you always study ahead because you take a longer time to understand and digest information. Not that you’re slow or anything, but sometimes the lecturers speak too fast or brush over some points that make you feel puzzled or confused, and that confusion often carries on to the next content, but feeling prepared for a lesson is also a good practice even if that is not the case.

"That will be all for today."

The statement elicited a few cheers and sighs from the students as Mr. Simon Riley, the lecturer in charge of the module today, ended the class. You liked his class because he was great at explaining everything, easily breaking down big chunks of information into small, digestible notes to see the entire picture. What you really like about him, though, is how he always offers to help out when you have any questions.

You glance back at him who was organising his papers on the podium, staring down from your seat as you take in the view. Well, other than the black mask he wore all the time, he is pretty built for a lecturer; perhaps he worked out a lot given how tight those sleeves clinched onto his arms.

You waited until most of the students left as you took your bags and walked up to him, with one tablet in hand and the notes you'd been making. You spoke to him politely after giving him a smile.

Good evening, Mr. Riley. Can I ask you a few questions about the lectures today?

Ah, y/n. Sure, how can I help you at this time?

You proceed to voice out your concerns as he nods and explains. You can feel him standing close to you by your side as you go on, catching a whiff of his cologne sometimes and blushing slightly when his hand brushes against your finger when he takes your stylus pen. You admit you have imagined him in some other ways.

Can you understand? 

He asks you as you glance back at him. Your words catch in your throat as you realise the close proximity; he was just a few inches away from your face, and you swear you would have been able to count the freckles on his pale face. 

A-ah, yes, yes... Thank you, sir. 

You replied back as calmly as you could before slowly turning away and saving your document. He gives a hum as a reply before he glances around and pats your head, like he always does whenever you answer him back, a small gesture that always sends butterflies in your stomach.

Good girl. You know where to find me if you have any more issues. 

Good girl. 

You give him a nod as you hurriedly make for the exit. You’d like to think he treats every student this way, giving praise and guiding them when needed. It’s not like you’re the only student he teaches in class; there are always a few girls who like to surround him sometimes. 

Girls, who, in your opinion, were much prettier than you. Pretty hair, pretty faces, and pretty voices with their pretty outfits that never seem to repeat every day. Meanwhile, you’re more on the formal mundane side, wearing a hoodie most of the time with a pair of black pants during casual lessons; if not, you often wear a white button-up and a long skirt like today. As long as it's comfortable and it's compliant with the university dress code, which, in your opinion, no one really follows, it's good enough for you because you don’t really fuss in terms of appearance; you just want to do well on your course. 

Yet, part of you still indulges in thinking that maybe he did treat you differently than other students. You collected every praise and "good job" handed out by him like a trophy; it also made you push yourself further, chasing after those achievements and scoring well in exams just to get a pat from him on the head or your shoulder, or if you’re lucky, sometimes you’ll get to see him smile without his mask on.

You stop for a moment as you walk past a window, noticing how flushed your cheeks have become from your own thoughts. You shake your head and adjust your hair before a voice catches your attention. 

Evening, y/n, just finished your class?

You look ahead to the source of the voice and give a bow as you nod. 

Ah, good evening, Professor Price. Yes, I just finished the last class of the day. 

He hummed as a reply as he walked closer to you, giving you a smile as you stared at him. He is also another lecturer who is great at what he is doing, though he is slightly more strict and intimidating than Mr. Riley. You wonder if it's because of his much rougher, deeper voice or the muttonchop that made him look older; not that you mind; if anything, he is incredibly dashing in your opinion. With the sway of his hips and his confident voice, sometimes you would get lost in his features in the class, distracting you in a sense.

How’s the assignment coming along? Still having difficulties with it? 

He stops before you and leans on the window with his arm crossed. You gulp when you remember that a few days ago you were asking him a bunch of questions in his office, to which he helped you out immensely, but there are still just a few concepts that you’re not very sure of. Sometimes, he’ll ask you a random question related to the project that, if you can't answer straight away, he’ll shake his head and flick your forehead. You whine every time, but he only chuckles and continues teaching, while calling you nicknames that melts your heart a little every time. 

If you can’t understand this simple concept, then it’ll be harder to grasp it in the next few chapters, darling. I know… but it still hurts. What a soft baby you are Hey, I'm not! 

You know that as annoying as he can be, he only wants the best for his students, so you still try hard every time on his modules, spending more effort just to impress him, to hear him chuckle and pat your back, and to feel the warmth of his hand on yours. 

Ah well- 

y/n! 

You get caught off guard as you look behind, curious as to who called for you and surprised to see Mr Riley jogging towards you and Prof Price. Both lecturers shared a glance in silence before Mr Riley glanced down at you and handed a book to you. 

You left this back at your desk.

Oh! I didn’t even notice... thank you. 

You take your notebook and smile at him, sliding it into your bag as you hear them speak. 

John.

It's good seeing you, Simon. 

You can’t help but feel like there is tension in the air as you look at them before clearing your throat as you awkwardly rub your neck. 

I- well, I guess I’ll get going. 

Not so fast-

Wait- 

Both of them reached out to grab your arm as you jolted slightly; their eyes widened as they, too, shared the same expression. Prof Price was the first to break contact as he let go and cleared his throat, with Mr. Riley following as he glanced away.

You were talking about the assignment. 

You give an "ah" as you snap your fingers. 

Oh right, actually, regarding that, I'm still not certain with the last few points, but I can send you a text on Team instead of taking your time-

No, it’s okay. My office like last time? 

Oh, are you sure? I really don't want to impart your schedule, sir. 

Im sure, darling. 

You stopped protesting as you nodded sheepishly. You watched from the corner of your eyes how Mr Riley was acting rather strangely; his fist curled up into a ball as he glared at Prof Price. You gently grab his sleeves as you tilt your head and stare at him with concern. 

Sir? 

You felt his breath hitch as he snapped his eyes back to you, his gaze softening as he sighs, pats your hand, and nods. You smiled when you saw his tense shoulders relaxed. Prof Price then starts walking to his office as you do the same, with Mr Riley following you close behind. 

I didn’t realise that this assignment was your business as well, Simon.

I may not be the module coordinator, but I’m well versed in the subject too, Professor. 

Once again, the tension returned as you nervously grabbed onto your bag strap, clearing your throat as you tried to stand between them, awkwardly bumping their chest as you gestured your hands in the air. 

E-erm, I wouldn't mind hearing a second opinion…?

You glanced at Prof Price innocently as he stared back at you with a frown while Mr Riley gave a huff of air and nod.  

Ah crap, now I'm pissed off the professor- 

Alright, fine, sure, if it means helping you.

Prof Price said with a groan as he opened the door and guided both of you into his office.

You took a seat on the mahogany office table that wass smaller than his main office desk, taking out your tablet and books as you asked Prof Price your questions. He takes a seat next to you as Mr. Riley does the same, effectively sandwiching you in between them.

You tried your hardest to calm down your heartbeat, praying the fast thumping against your chest and the bounce of your jugular vein were not as loud as you think. You really tried to keep it cool, but every single time they leaned closer, speaking directly into your ears, it made your skin twitch with goosebumps, and the way they took turns praising you when you get things right was making your head dizzy. You swallow hard as you listened and jotted down the notes and points both lecturers were sharing, hoping they don’t notice how your fingers are shaking slightly. 

But of course they noticed. Prof Price leans in as he whispers into your left ear, feeling his beard brushing against your skin. 

Are you alright, darling?

Meanwhile Mr Riley cups your hand as he rubs circles around your knuckles, staring at you as he too, also leans in and watches you with his hazelnut eyes, feeling his chest resting behind your arms.   

I-erm…y-yes… 

You sure? Your cheeks are pretty red. 

Mr. Riley says with a soft tone as he brings his hand and gently strokes a hair strand and tucks it behind your ear, brushing your cheek as you feel your neck burning up. You were about to say something before an arm snaked around your shoulder and pulled you away from him. You gasped when you rested against Prof Price’s shoulder. 

I don’t think it's appropriate to touch a student, Simon.

You’re the one to talk. 

Mr. Riley bit back with a growl as he grabbed your wrist and pulled your arm, causing you to wince slightly at the sudden force as you closed your eyes. 

H-hey erm- 

You called out as you stared back at them nervously, gulping as you watched them stare at you with an expression that sent shivers down your spine. It felt dangerous…but also….enticing. 

What….what’s going on?

You asked again with a shaky tone as they let go of you and sighed. You could tell there was hesitation in the air as Mr. Riley cleared his throat and spoke softly.

y/n…. 

He sucks in another breath as he rubs his neck, unsure and nervous. Prof Price rolls his eyes as he shakes his head and tilts your chin, giving you a sly smirk as he brushes his thumb. 

We’re just wondering…what your opinion is about us.

You blushed at the question as you held your breath, uncertain if you should be honest and confess right then and right now. You looked away shyly as you heard Mr. Riley chuckled, taking off his mask and placing it on the table as he started kissing your knuckles gently as he whispered softly. 

Come on, tell us...you think we don’t know the glances you give us during class? 

I…well- erm- 

You stuttered as you felt Prof Price’s hands slowly trailing down to your waist, resting them there as you felt his breath fanning against the nape of your neck. 

Getting shy of us now, are you? 

You let out a shaky exhale as you hid your face with your hands, unable to face them and be caught red-handed, muttering apologies as you tried to inch away from them. 

I-Im sorry I know I shouldn't-

Hey hey, look at me sweetheart. 

Simon cooed as he took your wrist and rubbed soothing circles on it, easing your nerves as his soft voice calms you down. 

We can stop…, I promise I wouldn’t mind.

Likewise here. I wouldn’t want to make my favourite student uncomfortable.

Real sly, she's mine old man-

Both men bickered around you and couldn't help but let out a small chuckle, making them focus on you again as you cleared your throat and replied meekly.

You are not making me uncomfortable, both of you, I mean... Im just… 

You start off slowly as you take a deep breath, before blinking a few more times as you let out a sigh. 

I just didn’t expect this, I suppose… 

You blushed at your own words as you stared at them through your lashes, watching them shift slightly in silence. 

But why me...?

You dare to ask as they share a glance, then smile back at you as Prof Price snakes his arms around your waist and pulls you close to his chest, while Mr Riley grabs your legs and rests them on his thigh, leaning in close as they caress your hands and face softly. 

We’ll show you why, would you like that darling? 

You nod slowly, heart brimming with anticipation as Prof Price taps your cheeks, angling your face towards him as you feel the deep rumble of his chest against your back.

Words baby. We need to be absolutely sure that you want this.

Just as much as we want you. 

Mr. Riley now hovers over you, and both men await your answer with hungry eyes.

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a/n: ah yes, Simon with dat juicy aSS- have yall seen his senpai skin? Im so not normal about it, anyways, comments and reblogs are always appreciated :]

➵ Part 2 | ➵ Chocolate

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Day 4: John Soap MacTavish

CONTAIN SMUT, 18+ content, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT I will block ageless, untitled block so gtfo

Tags: smut, oral job(Soap receiving), xgn!reader, lipstick - let me know if I missed any

Notes: ・❥・reader's texts are in purple ・❥・dividers drawn by @gomzdraws

a/n: I think for a time there were a few lipstick smut fic and I really wanted to have my spin on it :) so I wrote this for our dear feral Soap

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What have yer been up to?

Soap asked from the bed as he placed down his journal and watched you shift around on the chair in front of the vanity table.

I'm trying out these new lipsticks, I got them a few weeks ago during my birthday from my friend!

You replied back happily as you usher him closer; he gave you an amusing look as he approached you and lifted you up to sit on his thigh. He watched the different lipsticks laid before him and noted the colours.

What do you think? Which one should I try first?

You flash a grin as he chuckles and tilts his head.

This one. 

He pointed to the one that had a crimson-red colour on it.

Okay. 

Soap hums along as he watches you take out the cover and glance at it. Then you get an idea as you hand him the base of the lipstick.

Wanna help me wear it?

He was taken aback a little by the request, but he decided to do it as he shrugged his shoulders.

Erm ah can try ah guess? Don’t scold meh if I mess up yer look then, pet.

He wiggles his eyebrow as you chuckle and push your lips at him. He slowly takes out the stick and gently swipes it across your lips, watching the shine appear and swallowing hard when it makes your lip look brighter and plump, the look making you irresistible.

Oops…

He whispers as he deliberately lets the lipstick swipe over the corner of your lip just a bit further than necessary. Before you can move, he takes his finger and traces it from your chin and wipes it off slowly, teasingly. He gives you a smirk as he squeezes your cheeks slightly and chuckles. He can feel your cheeks getting slightly hotter from his fingers.

Hmmm, it looks good on you...

He whispers in a lower voice as he tilts your chin up, staring at your lips for a few seconds before moving your head to the mirror.

You watch the reflection and nod. You give your lips a quick smack before another idea comes into your mind.

Hm, I don’t know. There’s another colour here as well to try, though I don’t feel like wiping this one off yet~

Soap grins back as he rests his hand on your thigh while the other rests idly on the chair armrest. He sensed that playful tone in your voice, which usually means you’re up to no good.

And what is yer pretty mind thinking now?

Well…

You trail off before grinning at him as you tap his lips.

I can put it on you, and then we can see how well the colour goes.

He widened his eyes and laughed as he shook his head.

You’ve got to be kidding me.

Why? Scared of looking good?

Wut? No, am not; ah already look good without lipstick on.

Okay, yeah, that sounds like you’re scared.

He knows this is a trap, but he can’t help but give in to your plan as he sighs and rolls his eyes.

Okay, fine, do what yer want then.

You beamed up happily as you quickly took the other lipstick and slowly applied it over his lips. This one has a lighter shade than the one you’re wearing; the shade is somewhere between berry and burgundy.

ah look ridiculous.

He says it with a deadpan as he looks into the mirror and back at you. You burst into laughter as you watched how unnatural it looked on him. You were about to take your phone as he quickly snatched it from your hand and held it firmly.

Nuh uh, there’s no way I’ll let ye take a photo!

You give him a challenging look as you raise your eyebrow.

Oh yeah?

You lean in and kiss his lips suddenly as he gasps and weakens his grip. You hold him close from the neck as you pull back, feeling him chase after you. He huffed out a puff of air after you retracted your lips from him and stared at you with a dumb look. You grinned with satisfaction as you held the phone before him.

*SNAP*

Oh you little-

You yelp as he takes the phone and tosses it to the bed, grabbing your waist as his eyes glint with mischief as he pulls you in for another kiss again, breathing heavily as he takes his time to feel your soft lips. He could taste the shared breath and feel you fumbling around to grab his hair. He chuckles as he parted lips with you, absolutely awestruck with the way you look right now.

Your front hair is slightly messy, and your lips, the colours now mixed up from both his and your lipstick, the look sends a shiver down his spine as he lets out a small moan.

Steamin’ jesus, look at you...

You giggled as he looked the same to you, his cheeks flushed with a messy lip, and his eyes, the way it shows how much want and greed turn you on in ways you can’t describe. You lean in and kiss all over his face, making sure to plant them harder on his skin as you finish.

You don’t look too bad yourself, handsome.

He turns his head to the mirror and watches the amount of kiss marks adorned on his face; his mouth quirked up at the corners as he let out another breath. He never realised how much he liked being marked up like this by you.

He’d always been a big fan and would always like to go through the claw marks around his back and arms the next day after you have a steamy session with him, and he goes absolutely feral over the hickies you leave on his body; his favourite is when you leave it on the back of his neck, his collar barely being able to cover it.

Yeah, just look at the mirror like that, hm? Make sure you don’t look away, Johnny.

That made him swallow another breath as you whispered in that sultry tone into his ears. He obeyed and watched as you slowly kissed his neck, then trailed lower to plant more kisses around his shoulder blade. He wanted to take off his shirt, but you stopped him, only taking the hem of his shirt and pulling it up to his mouth.

Be a good boy and hold it, yeah? If you let go... I’ll stop immediately, and you don’t want that now, do you?

He gives you a frantic shake as he bites on the shirt, obediently following your orders as you take control. You run your hand all over his upper body, feeling every muscle tensing up and shivering slightly. He watches you in anticipation as you smirk and start painting him with your lips.

Going at such a slow speed as you trail ghost-like kisses around his chest, teasing him as he gives a few grunts, before finally licking those rough skin and kissing it, making a sloppy mess on every spot you imprinted with your lips, causing him to shiver everything your hot breath fanned against those sensitive spots.

You kneel before him, slotting between his thighs, as you wipe your drool off your lips with the back of your hand, admiring just how divine he looks right now, marked up all prettily with those lipstick stains from your lips. His breathing was much harder, his beautiful blue eyes were blown out, and the shirt he was biting on now has a wet stain surrounding it.

That’s not the only spot that is damp.

You palm him with your hand, watching how his hips jolt towards your hands as he gives out a hushed whimper.

So needy…

You tutted slowly as you grabbed him through the jeans harder, a strained moan escaping from him as he frowned and closed his eyes. His shaky hands held onto your head as he gently nudged it against the dent of his pants, urging you to go on.

Think you can keep that shirt in that pretty mouth of yours if I give you what you want?

He gives you a hurried nod as he massages the scalp of your hair and tries to speak through the cloth.

M-mmmhmm….mmpheasee…

You began zipping down his pants and letting his cock free from these constraints, gasping as you watched it bounce and hit his abs. God,  you’ll never get tired of this view. Then, you give a soft kiss at the tip of his head before trailing it down all the way to his base. You can hear him whining as he buckles his hip up desperately every time you retract your plump lips off him, silently telling you:

Enough with the tease, please.

You lick the cum off the slit of his hard cock and start flattening your tongue and running it up and down on the side of his cock, your eyes never leaving him as he throws his head back into the arm rest, pulling his shirt up further and showing off his glistening body from the sweat.

Good boy

You mumble before you finally start bobbing your head up and down on him, his hand tugging you slightly every time his aching cock hits the back of your throat, making you moan each time, the vibration of your sounds sending electric waves of pleasure into him.

Mmmm! Hngh….

More pleas and whimpers start escaping from his lips the faster you move your head, always sucking his tip slightly whenever you reach the top while you pump the rest of his cock with your hands. You can tell by how close he is, how much his cock is twitching in your hot mouth, and how he is leaning forward. He pulls you off his cock as he furiously pumps his cock with his other hand.

Come on, come for me, Johnny.

You rasp back as you open your mouth and stick your tongue out. He gives a strained, high-pitched moan as he comes undone and shoots his load into your mouth, his body tensing and shuddering as orgasm hits him like a wave.

F-fuckkk….y/n!! Ah! y/n….arghhhhh….

He released the shirt as he panted and mumbled incoherently with a broken voice, slumping forward as he watched you swallow, lick your lips, and clean yourself. He tilted your head up as he looked at your face. Your lipstick was smudged and messed up, and that fucked-out blissful face you had was almost tempting enough for him to go in for a second round.

You’re going to be the death of me…

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a/n: muffled moans? muffled moans- *nods* I hope this was a good read for you guys, Im still not confident with the way I write smut but this one was a fun one to write >:]

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Day 7: Simon Ghost Riley (last day :D)

Tags: fluff, xgn!reader, mentioned of animal death(very briefly)

Notes: ・❥・reader's texts are in purple ・❥・dividers drawn by @gomzdraws

a/n: ending the fic marathon with our dear Simon, so have this fLUFF because Im all about soft Ghost.

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This is Bravo 0-7, we need you back, now

Ghost barks into the radio as he stands and waits outside the Humvee, exfil was called ten minutes ago, and all the recruits and soldiers have made their way back except you.

What the bloody hell is going on?

He grumbles as his patience wears thin; the team can’t afford to lose any time since they are still in the vicinity of the targeted site. Just as he was about to speak into communications again, he saw you running in his direction. He carefully scanned your figure to see if you had any injuries or not, and from his observation, it didn’t seem like you had anything serious other than some minor cuts here and there, but your gait was slightly different.

You were leaning forward more than you usually would.

He raised an eyebrow as you finally reached and panted slightly, giving him a nod as you hastily entered the truck that had Price and Gaz on the front seat. He didn’t bring it up when he followed you and took a seat behind Price.

Odd.

He thought to himself when he noticed how you sat on the furthest corner of the truck, closest to the exit door, when usually you would either sit opposite or beside him. He notes how you were shuffling your upper body every now and then as well; it’s subtle, but nothing ever escaped his eyes. The way you would pull the vest to the side, lean backwards, or press your hand on your lower abdomen.

y/n

Ghost spoke low enough that only you would hear him. He slowly scooted to the side until he was opposite you as he stared at you.

You look back at him with a blank expression and give a nod as you reply,

Yes, sir?

Calm, too calm.

He thought to himself as he crossed his arm and leaned back in his seat, you’re definitely hiding something, and clearly you don’t intend to say it, whatever it was. He knows it shouldn't be something related to an injury.

There were no signs of you winching; your legs were relaxed and crossed, and no sweat was detected anywhere on your skin.

But you do furrow your brow sometimes, especially when the truck goes through a speed bump, and your right hand instinctively goes onto your lower abdomen again. Is it a brui-

…..wuuuu….

A soft whimper was heard that instantly caught his attention. He looked back up from your foot to your eyes and saw how your eyes widened slightly. You clear your throat nervously as you pull onto your vest again, and speaking of which, he didn’t remember that it was that big in the first place. Curiosity got the best of him as he slowly rose up silently and sat next to you. He saw how you flinched and scooted even further away from him, but there was nowhere to go.

What are you hiding.

It wasn't a question; it was a statement, an order.

Nothing.

You’re a terrible liar.

He says before he pulls you in close to him by your shoulder harness, you grab onto his arm as you shake your head repeatedly and try to unclench his fist.

No please! If you get this rough-

Another whimper—not just one, but multiple at once. Confusion clouded his mind as he looked down to your chest, the source of those sounds. It was small and weak, and there was more than one. He immediately pried off your vest, and before he could go further, you firmly grabbed his hand once again. 

Ok ok okay SLOW DOWN- i’ll tell you!

You said it in a hushed whisper as you stared back at Price, who was still driving, and Gaz, who was sleeping on the passenger seat, then directed your eyes back to Ghost as you put a finger on your mouth to do the "shhh" motion.

You slowly unzipped your tactical shirt as your neck skin started showing. Ghost instinctively looked away and coughed slightly for privacy's sake; he has no idea what the hell is going on at the moment. It wasn't until you tapped his hand that he glanced back again, only to be even more caught off guard than he was previously.

Three Indian pariah puppies are poking out from your shirt and staring at him with big milk chocolate eyes. One of the puppies’ colours was dirty brown, the other was creamy white, and the last one was black with its eyes that can barely open. 

Ghost was in awe, and frankly, the sight is way too cute for him to handle.

I couldn't leave them alone in the field.

You whisper softly as you rub the black puppy’s forehead gently and smile.

Where did you even find them?

They were stuck under a pile of concrete debris; they were under their moma and were whining.

You sucked in a breath as you frowned slightly.

Moma didn’t make it.

The answer made Ghost soften his gaze as he heard the story. He nodded as he looked back at those poor puppies again.

What do you intend to do with them?

You think for a moment as you look back at him with a grin.

Well, Price definitely won’t let us have dogs, so I plan to bring them home with me until then.

You say this before shrugging your shoulders as you tilt your head.

In 2 days, I’ll have to hide them in my room for the time being. You wouldn’t tell anyone, would you?

Ghost gives a chuckle as he muses and gently touches the puppies.

Only if I get to name them.

You let out an amusing chuckle as you nod slightly, surprised of his cooperation.

Okay, deal then.

Both of you then quickly walked back to your room as stealthily as possible when you arrived back at base. You gently hold the puppies and place them down in the sink of your bathroom. You watch as the puppies curiously sniff and explore the small space, chuckling when they let out tiny "woo" sounds occasionally.

Ghost melts at the sight as he takes off his gloves and rolls up his sleeves. You stare at his arm shamelessly for a few seconds too long before tilting your head as you look up at him with a curious look.

He only rolls his eyes as he gently wets a cloth with some lukewarm water from the tub and starts wiping it over the puppies. You’re genuinely surprised at how soft his touches are, despite him being a huge man with a scary skull mask.

Are you going to help, or are you just going to look?

I mean, I like a free show.

He lets out an airy huff of air as he shakes his head, and you gleefully grin as you watch him closely. It’s so refreshing to see him like this, and the way he handled the puppies was almost as if he were handling glass, being extra careful around the ears, nose, and mouth of the babies.

Woooooo…

The black puppy whimpered slightly when he wiped its tail; it was slightly crooked; poor thing, it must’ve been because of the debris they were stuck under.

Ghost hushed as he ran his two fingers along the puppy’s back, soothing its nerves as well as he could; he even gently lifted the small creature up and kissed its head through the mask to further calm down the shaky puppy.

You were pretty sure your eyes were about to pop out of your own head as you watched with a shit-eating grin.

Is he even the same man on the field? What the hell?! This is so cute!

You really want to make a comment, but you don’t want to ruin the moment, so you decided to step closer and whisper to him.

What are you going to name them?

He gives a long hum of thought as he gently carries them all in his hand. Even with the three of them resting on his hands, they still look so small compared to him. He slowly sat down on the cold concrete floor and let the puppy roam around his thighs.

Waffles. 

He said that as he petted the brown puppy, you gave a chuckle and nod as you gave the white one a neck rub and waited for him as he gave another long thought.

Marsh…mallow? 

He asked as you chuckled, shook your head, and giggled.

Nah, that’s too long.

He nods as he agrees, then speaks again when the puppy slightly nibbles his finger.

Marshy?

You can’t believe that word came out of him. how-

You think to yourself as you scream internally at how cute that name is and nod repeatedly.

Marshy, it is.

Both of you then glance at the last black puppy, nuzzling its chin comfortably on his lap. It was not very active compared to the previous two, most likely because it is the youngest one among the three since it's smaller and whimpered more.

I think it likes you a lot.

You whisper as his eyes shine slightly when the dog licks its finger. He let out a shaky breath as he admired how small and fragile this tiny thing was under his touch. You wonder if a man as cold-hearted actually melts because of that gesture.

Shadow.

Nope.

Why not?

I already have one named that.

He frowns and glares at you for a moment before he thinks again, but he shakes his head and shrugs his shoulders in defeat as you smile.

What about Riley?

You watch as he freezes for a moment, considering your answer as his mask shifts—a smile perhaps? He lets out a quiet chuckle as he picks up the black puppy and asks him in a whisper.

Do you want to be Riley, huh, little one?

The black puppy tilted its head in a confused manner and yelped softly as it wiggled its tail slightly, as if it were answering Ghost.

Alright, Riley, it is.

He answered as he softly nuzzled Riley’s nose and placed it back down.

You’re really thankful you rescued the puppies, for it gave you this opportunity to see this side of him.

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Day 5: Alejandro Vargas

Tags: fluff, xgn!reader, xmedic reader, terrible Spanish(forgive me), medical jargons, mention and description of wounds and injury but nothing too explicit

Notes: ・❥・reader's texts are in blue (I know I always put it purple so am sorry if you got confuse XD) ・❥・indented texts are memories ・❥・translation are written below sentences in small size ・❥・dividers drawn by @gomzdraws

a/n: to the peeps who wanted me to write Ale <3 I'll be honest I'm not very well versed with him so if he seems ooc im sorry xD not me writing this and revising my notes at the same time WHEEZE my pharm side is showing heavily in this fic-

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Ah doc! Good to see you again, preciosa~ Ha pasado un tiempo y mis ojos están llenos de ganas de verte…

It's been a while and my eyes are full of desire to see you…

You roll your eyes as you smirk and turn around to see the ever-flirtatious Alejandro walking into the medical bay with a smug look as he leaned on the door.

What can I do for the Colonel this time?

You cross your arms and lean your weight on one leg as you watch him chuckle and walk towards you with confidence.

Please, doc. You can just call me Alejandro like before; there’s no need for formalities, yeah?

He says this as he leans in close to you and gives you a wink. You give another chuckle as you look back at him with a sheepish smile. Alejandro is a big flirt; that much is known, but you can’t help but get weak at his antics and the words that flow naturally out of his mouth.

Just wanted to ask you to take a look at my dressing, cariño.

You nod as you wear your medical gloves and motion to sit on the bed. Four days ago, you dealt with his injury, covered up some of his wound, and have been assessing his recovery progress. There’s a rather deep one on his mid-trunk on his abdomen.

Alright, take off your shirt, Alejandro.

Ah? At least take me to dinner first, doc.

You shot him a glare as you sighed and pretended to be annoyed. You waited patiently as he lifted his shirt up, folded it, and placed it neatly on the bed. You take a look at the strip of the wound, noting how it was still dry and there was no spread or swelling redness around it, but the dressing did have some clear liquid oozing on the side.

Alright, I’m going to change the dressing. Lay down for me.

Alejandro gives you a nod as he follows your order and rests on the bed. You set up the sterile zone on the metal surgical table. You slowly begin your procedure and peel up the old dressing, wipe off any excess fluid with gauze, and clean the surrounding skin, being gentle and careful not to cause him any discomfort or pain. Fortunately, it seems like the wound is still well controlled, with no signs of contamination or infection, no odour, and just some thin serous fluid that leaks around the edges of the wound. You assess the surrounding skin as you go on.

Does it still hurt?

Not as much, but it does itch sometimes.

You give another nod as you remove your gloves and wear another new pair of gloves as you remove the new dressing from the packet and seal the dressing on the wound properly.

Alright, you know the drill: keep the wound dry as much as possible, and come to me if anything doesn't feel right.

Alejandro gives you an appreciative nod as he sits up and gives you a smile. He pulls back his shirt with ease as you wash your hands and turn back to him. You give him an amused look as he leans forward and rests his arm on his legs.

You got a meeting after this?

The question startled him slightly.

Hm? sí sí, need to run through some post-mission things.

Hmmm alright.

You give a hum as you stand before him, and he stares you up curiously as you motion his hair with your hand as you chuckled, his hair was a bit messy, with the front strands of hair hanging and intercrossing with one another.

May I?

His eyes lit up with his signature grin, and he leaned forward while slowly opening his legs to let you stand in between them. You glanced down at his muscular thighs for a few seconds before shooting back up at his eyes, blushing slightly before you finally ran your hand through his hair.

He closed his eyes as he let you do your thing. At this distance, he could smell and feel just how close you were to him, mostly antiseptic and alcohol, but he could faintly pick up the citrus perfume that you wore every day. He recognised it and loves it because it has such a fresh smell to him.

But what really sends his heart beating is feeling your delicate hands; since you often wore latex gloves, he never got to indulge your soft skin often. He hums as he slowly opens his eyes and stares up to you through his lashes, watching the way your eyelids were slightly lower and the pink flush that always appears whenever you’re with him, despite wearing a surgical mask all the time.

He liked that he had that ability over you. He liked it when he could make you flustered so easily with just a few simple Spanish words. God, with how good-looking and cute you are, he wanted to hold your waist and bring you into his embrace.

There.

You finished styling his hair as you met his eyes again.

He blinked before straightening his back and touching his hair, nodding to you appreciatively.

He wished you wouldn’t have done it so quickly.

But that’s how you are—fast and efficient as you work around in the medical bay. Being a military doctor was certainly no easy feat due to the high-stress environment that requires quick thinking.

Gracias, cariño. 

You waved him goodbye as you went back to your desk to update his medical files as he exited the medical bay—not before taking one look at you, of course.

"Looking good, hermano."

Rudy bumps his shoulder before the meeting starts; he raises his eyebrow as he laughs and touches his hair. He’s curious now since he didn’t care how you styled his hair since he was so caught up in his own thoughts. He walked up to the window as he stared through the reflection, humming when he realised you ruffled his hair to lay slightly on the left side instead of the right side; additionally, you also pulled out that one curly strand of hair and let it rest on his forehead.

Hm, I do look good like this.

He thought to himself as he grinned, so this is how you like him to look.

For the next few days and weeks, Alejandro will use any excuse he can to find you, but not before deliberately messing up his hair slightly as he begs for your attention.

Ah, médico, I ran out of aspirin again. I just gave you some two days ago. I must’ve lost it, you know how clumsy I get~ You noticed it too, but really you’re just taking advantage and pretending to follow whatever stories he brews up (while still following the guidelines of course, can’t lose that licence now, can we?)

I'm starting to think you don’t intend to find your "missing comb" now, Ale.

You speak as you brush his hair away with your own comb, with him sitting on your office chair, his arm resting on the headrest as he gleefully smiles. He’s been asking you to style his hair for the past few days because he said "I look better when you style it". 

Ah, you know the base; it's so large, my comb could be anywhere!

You chuckled and rolled your eyes as you shook your head.

It’s like I’m babysitting a child.

That earned a chuckle from him as he scooted the swivel chair closer to you and rested his head on one of his arms.

I don’t mind being taken care of by you.

Yeah? I bet you don’t; you're being pampered by me at this rate.

I’m not complaining~

You blushed slightly when he gave you a sly smirk, clearing your throat slightly as you tried to focus on his hair.

I’ll let you pamper me for life if you would allow me, cariño.

He whispered after a while as he slowly rose from the chair and took the comb from your hand. You gulped slightly as he took your hand and kissed your knuckles softly. You glance away nervously before feeling him pull your chin up to face him again.

What do you say, hm?

Your brain short-circuited for a moment as you digested his words, finally nodding as he immediately grinned and pulled you in for a hug, nuzzling his face close to your neck as you giggled slightly.

Now you don’t have to find another lame reason to come bug me.Oh you’re right mi amor, I’ll bother you whenever and however I want now.

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Day 2: Captain John Price

Tags: fluff, married relationship, xgn!reader

Notes: ・❥・reader's texts are in purple ・❥・indented texts are memories ・❥・dividers drawn by @gomzdraws ・❥・ this fic took a different spin in the end because of this video

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Hon? Did you bring the blanket? 

You yelled from the car boot as you shuffled around the boxes and looked for the blue checkered cloth.

Left side, in the box with the pillows, love!

John screamed back from the garage as he carried a big basket and placed it in the car's backseat. He gave you a peck as he pointed to the blanket. You give a nod and smile when you double-check that everything is settled, happily going to the driver’s side as you wear your seatbelt.

Are you sure you don’t want me to-

Hush, we argued all evening on this; we already agreed that I would drive us to the place, then you would drive me back, okay? Now sit back and let me do the work.

You hushed him back as he mumbled and laid back on the passenger seat.

John has just returned from his mission. You have not seen him for at least 6 months, and when he returned, you wanted to do something nice for him and spend time with your husband.

Come on, it’ll be fun and relaxing, I promise. You ran your nails along his hairy scalp as he laid his back onto your body, his breathing slow and steady as he kissed your other hand. I can have fun and relax at home. He scrunched up his face as he mumbled with a grunt. You don’t blame him, as you understand that after everything he went through, a good rest is needed. But you wanted to bring the "rest" outside as well. You can do that for as long as you want on the rest of the leave, old man. He wondered for a moment and pondered your statement before giving a sigh and shrugging his shoulders in defeat as he caved in. Alright, alright, fine, but you better not make me climb a mountain again, and I'm not that old! He peered up at you and gently nibbled on your finger as a small warning as you giggled and messily fumbled his hair. I promise!

The journey went smoothly, and you decided to bring John to a small town outside the city to enjoy the view. You know how much he likes the west and farms, but those places are rather far from where you guys lived. You’ll have to thank your friend for finding this new spot you’re heading to, as it was relatively closer than the previously mentioned places.

As you get closer to the place, the tall buildings and skyscrapers all fade as they are replaced by green fields and trees. You noted how John’s eyes were crinkled up as a smile creeped up his face. You were happy that he seemed to be more at ease now.

You stop at an intersection and stare back at John as you give him a grin.

Okay, just close your eyes from now on.

He gives you a confusing look as he raises his eyebrows.

Why?

Because I said so.

Are you going to put something weird on my hand again?

First off, Inky is not weird; she's just a furball, and secondly, just do it.

Hmmmmmmm alright.

He finally follows your request and closes his eyes as he smirks. You take a turn after turning on the signal and slowly drive up a hill. You pull up the handbrake after a while and take off your seatbelt.

Are we there yet?

Yes, but don’t open your eyes yet.

I feel like I'm being kidnapped.

Maybe you are.

The banter earned a hearty chuckle from him as you quickly walked around the car and opened his door, kissing his cheek slightly as you took his hand and whispered.

Okay, follow me; don't trip.

Seriously, you’re going to sell me to the forest faes now, aren’t you?

You laughed and swat at his arm playfully as he gave a fake "ow" sound and followed you. After walking just a few more steps, you finally nudged his shoulder as you spoke.

Open.

He does so slowly as he opens one eye at a time and gasps slightly, taking in the scene before him as he lets out a huff of air.

Standing before him was a large grassy field and a clear blue sky, but not just any field; it was a meadow filled with patches of yellow and white flora. On the furthest side, the end of the place was lined with pine trees and Arborvitae trees. In the middle of this large place stood a big, tall tree with wide, bushy leaves that provided the best canopy and protection from the sun that hangs high in the sky.

You run your hand alongside the long leaf blades as John sighs and admires you. The way the sun gently bounces on your skin, coupled with your radiant smile, the way you fit into this beautiful place were enough for him to forget about everything and just focus on you. You tilt your head as he remains speechless for a moment as you walk back to the car, watching as he follows along with you like a lost puppy.

Come on, help me out, hon.

He chuckled as he helped out and carried the ice box and picnic basket while you held the smaller case and followed along.

You slowly thread along the grassy field peacefully with him, lay down the stuff, and set up a spot under the tree.

Both of you chat idly as you drink and eat the meals you prepared last night—some sandwiches with a few pastries and some fresh fruit—strawberries, his favorite. You sip on your juice box as you nuzzle close to him and rest your chin on his shoulder.

Do you like this surprise?

He slowly turns towards you as he pushes away some hair from your forehead and leans down to press a kiss on your forehead.

Like would be an understatement.

He breathed, eyes full of love and appreciation, as you kissed his shoulder back as a reply.

Both of you laid on the picnic blanket and enjoyed the view in silence for a few hours, occasionally sharing and exchanging stories as he rested his head on your thigh. You hummed a tune as you picked some daisies and dandelions and twirled them around your hand. John watched as you put a few on your own hair and behind your ear as his lips curled up.

Beautiful.

He muttered out as you looked back down and gave him a cheeky grin.

I’ll make you beautiful, too.

You replied back with a mischievous tone as his eyebrow raised and he gave an "oh yeah?" look.

One by one, you carefully snapped the fragile stem so that the flowers were in a much shorter length, then you cautiously pushed it through his beard and gave a satisfied look once you placed around 8 daisies and dandelions.

Look at you! Now you’re pretty like me.

He shakes his head gently as he gives you a heartwarming look.

Pretty huh? I suppose I am. Maybe even prettier than you now.

He sits up as he wiggles his eyebrows and pulls your cheeks.

Oh, now you’re just being cocky.

But you love it when I’m cocky, don’t you, sweetheart?

You laughed and pinched him softly as he rested his forehead on yours.

He really needed this—to be able to relax with you, to enjoy every second, and to bask with the love of his life without any worries. He wished he could stay like this with you forever.

He didn’t remove those flowers from his beard until he was home and asleep with you, and he kept one of the daisies in his wallet too.

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Previous fic: Kyle Gaz Garrick Next fic: Konig

a/n: I remember doing this to my cousin last time when I was still very young, except I was a menace and poke grass in his beard instead of flowers HAHAHA taglist: @cathnoneofyourbusiness | @land-lord-lol

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100 Followers Special: Fic Marathon

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── Uniform ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

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Day 3: Konig

Tags: fluff, xtall gn!reader, implied nsfw at the end, inaccurate uniform descriptions, bad German (translation below sentences)

Notes: ・❥・reader's texts are in purple ・❥・indented texts are memories ・❥・dividers drawn by @gomzdraws ・❥・credit to shadeops21 for that one specific shirt described in this fic

a/n: side note, I don't play the game but I did watch the playthrough and ref the cod wiki page. Also remember how I was talking the amount of struggle I did for this fic? its because of the uniform part, can't for the life find out whether Austrian Colonel uniform is red-blue, stone gray or gold, don't even get me started on the insignia XD please if you know what the official uniform would look like lmk in the comment!

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Ah great, looks like we ran out of mayonnaise... Konig dear! Where are you?

A few footsteps were heard when you called for him, and within seconds, he was right at the kitchen door, a worrying face evident in his features.

Yes Liebling? What’s wrong?

Ah, nothing much; we ran out of mayonnaise and a few other items for the dinner I’m making tonight. Can you run to the store and get them for me?

Konig nodded as he quietly walked towards you and took your hand gently.

Do you have a list?

Yeah, hold on.

You quickly take out a piece of paper and scribble down the ingredients needed, fold it neatly, and hand it to him. You think for a moment before smiling as you pat his arm.

Grab some dessert on your way home as well, my treat.

You finish by giving him some cash as his eyes brighten up and he chuckles.

Okay, thank you. I’ll make sure to be back as soon as I can, my Liebling.

You give him a peck on the cheek as he wears his hood and wave him goodbye once he goes into the car. You go back into the kitchen and prepare the other necessary preparations, such as seasoning and washing, before wiping your hands clean.

You decided that since there was extra time and you had to wait for Konig to return with the groceries, you might as well do other chores. You head into the master bedroom, which both of you shared, and open the closets, taking out a few of his military suits and laying them on the bed. It had been awhile since you looked through and iron them since most of his outfits are at the base, so it was refreshing to glance back at the series of uniforms he had.

You run your hands along the combat shirt and pants he had before, smiling when you see the clear difference in sizes over the years. He does still like wearing his black tactical Cyre G3 combat shirt, but what you really like is his Colonel uniform.

You lift it up as you examine it closely, tracing over the different badges and insignia sewed onto the uniform. You chuckle when you recall the memory of when he came home in it.

My dear! Wow, look at you all fancy and looking important! You give a whistle and chuckle as you quickly greet him and stare at him excitedly. Ah, please don't, my Liebling, this is embarrassing… Konig said as he quickly undressed and tossed the uniform onto the floor. But you’re the Colonel! Isn’t that, like, a great achievement in the military? Konig didn't reply as he sighed and kissed your hair; he didn't make any more comments about it, and you never brought it up since it bothered him, not until two days later during the late hours. You felt him rolling to your side as he slung his arm around your waist and pulled you close. I don’t like being one; it brings too much attention to myself. He mumbles as he buries his head into your neck, and you nod in understanding after making sense of what he was talking about and cooed him back to sleep.

But it looks so cool.

You thought to yourself as you looked at the collar, lined with delicate gold arabesques, as it shimmered under the light. You give a hum before you let the impulsive thought win and decide to wear it.

Truthfully, you’re also quite tall yourself thanks to your family’s genes, standing proudly at 6 ft tall(185cm), while Konig is just a few more inches taller around 6.6 ft tall(roughly at 200cm). It’s perfect because you can easily kiss his cheek without much effort and watch him blush hard every single time. He’s never gotten used to having someone who can stare at him the way you do so openly and with ease.

You decided that if you’re going to wear something this extravagant, you might as well go full out. So you promptly remove your shirt and wear the uniform carefully. It wasn’t comfortable due to how rigid the cloth felt against your skin, and the pants were a bit longer, but once you glanced at the mirror, you were quite proud and shocked at how good it looked on you, and it fits well, surprisingly. Well, everything except the sleeves. As always, it was also a bit too long and ended on your knuckles, so you just folded them up.

An idea pops into your mind the more you stare at yourself in the mirror.

You give a hum of amusement as you twirl and stretch around, giggling when you decide to imitate your boyfriend. You take a moment to recall the times when you got to watch his demonstration practice and smirk as you start acting alert and put on your serious game face. You hold up your arms in the air as you imagine yourself holding a rifle and mutter in a deep voice.

Target secured, attack the HVT!

You say this before twisting around and making the "pew pew" sound with your hand, giggling and chuckling as you completely get lost in the moment, then you crouch down beside the bed and pretend to resume a hiding position as you mutter softly.

And they say I could never be a sniper.

You make another dramatic "pow" sound before standing up and sliding to the center of the room with a "hyah!" and standing up, glancing around until you notice a tall figure at the bedroom door that you forgot to close. You instantly stop and freeze at your place as a blush creeps up your face.

Having fun, Mein Schatz?

You let out a huff of embarrassment for being caught like this, and you felt your neck heat up as you gave a sheepish smile.

I erm- Konig-

Scheiße, Sieh dich an... Shit, look at you...

He mutters as he slowly walks towards you; each step felt calculative, so slow as you watched his eyes that kept you in place. You can’t glance away, something about his gaze feels hypnotic.

Something about the way he looks at you makes you shutter; it's intimidating but also….primal…which is kind of hot. As he finally stands in front of you, so close that your chest bumps into his, he tilts his head to one side.

I hated this uniform, but now that I see you wear it, hmmmm…

His voice is deep and drawn out as he circles you, almost like a predator studying its prey. You gulped nervously as you tucked your collar in and answered back with a meek tone.

Should I take it off?

He gives you a long thought as he stands behind you. As soon as his hands are on you, he immediately carries and tosses you to the bed as you yelp at the sudden motion.

K-Konig?

You ask as you watch him crawl towards you as he reveals a smirk, then opens his mouth and lazily runs his tongue over his teeth as he gives a deep chuckle.

No, keep it on, because I...will be the one removing it.

You swallow excitedly as you bite your lips and rest your head on the soft pillow, under his mercy as he towers over you.

Who cares about dinner anyway?

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Previous fic: Kyle Gaz Garrick | Captain John Price Next fic: John Soap MacTavish

a/n: I know everyone hc Konig to be huge at 6”10 but I went along with the military guideline on the tallest height they allow which is around 6.6 ft tall, also I took Ghost's height as a ref which is around 6'4 ((yes yes I know none of these heights are cannon)) but ye XD thinking maybe I'll write some more tall reader x Konig fic in the future though :]

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100 Followers Special: Fic Marathon

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── Paper Rings ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

more info on the fic marathon check out this post :) Day 1: Kyle Gaz Garrick

Tags: fluff, reader is insecure about themselves, xgn!reader Notes: ・❥・reader's texts are in purple ・❥・dividers drawn by @gomzdraws ・❥・ this fic was heavily inspired by this twitter post

a/n: starting off nice and sweet with Gaz our bb <;3

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Man, this burger really slaps

Damn right

You were both hanging out at a burger joint during the weekend after finally getting a break from Price. Gaz often invites you out to hang out outside missions, and since then, both of you have been close. Sometimes you were the one that called him up for outings, just casual lunch sessions or visiting each other’s flat. You clicked well with him, and conversation flows easily between you two since you’re both the youngest in 141.

Somewhere along the line, you realised you might have been harbouring feelings for him, but knowing in this field of job being operators and such, relationships are not something that can come easily, and really, with how long you guys have known each other, you’re too afraid to ruin the friendship between you and him. You’d think he thought of you as nothing more than a close friend, a working partner, or just buddies despite already knowing each other for two years or so. 

If anything, you already deemed yourself unfit for him and out of his league. You’re not dumb; you have seen the people he has hooked up with, and their attributes were, if not the complete opposite of what you have, but there is one thing that stayed consistent with his partners.

They all have dark hair like yours.

Maybe that’s why you couldn’t move on; because that one detail is enough to fuel your hopes and dreams, that perhaps one day you’ll have a chance.

But today is not that day, or is it?

I really shouldn't have ordered that many fries

Gaz held his stomach as you laughed and shoved his shoulder.

Yeah, but are you still up for desserts? I think the central park had some food trucks around; one of them sells croffles, and I want to try it.

Hm, I think by the time we walk there, I’ll probably have space for it then.

You grin as he gives his tummy a rub. Both of you decided to walk down the street until you reached the town square, which branches off into gardens and other market stores with a fountain in the middle. You looked around with him until you spotted the truck.

Hey, how bout you find a seat, and I’ll get us two croffles, any flavours you want?

Erm, I don’t know. What kinds do they have?

Blueberry cheese, peanut butter almond, strawberry yoghurt, and banana nutella I think there’s one with chocolate as well.

Gaz pondered for a moment before finally deciding on the strawberry yoghurt croffle as he found a spot to sit on the concrete benches near the fountain.

You quickly went ahead and ordered it and returned with both croffles. You ordered the blueberry cheese since it was their top-selling product. 

Oh! These look good; how much was it? 

Gaz lightens up as he takes the croffle from you and reads the receipt. He nods at the appropriate prices before finally taking a bite, humming and enjoying the dessert as you giggle and take yours as well. You do take a bite from his, and he’ll do the same with yours, until a loud scream catches both of your attentions. You instinctively rise from the seat as you follow the source of the voice.

"Yes!! I do!!"

It was a public proposal done by a couple. You give a sigh as you grumble slightly, relieved but also annoyed. Gaz gives you a nudge as he, too, relaxes his shoulder and watches the scene unfold before you two.

It was quite a grand gesture; one of the partners was kneeling on the ground with a big bouquet of roses, and speaking of roses, there were rose petals surrounding the fountain, the other person was happily crying as they wore a ring and hugged their partners.

How nice.

You scoff at the thought and sit back on the benches as Gaz asks you a question that caught you off guard.

Have you ever thought about marriage?

You stopped biting into your croffle as you stared back at him with a bewildered expression.

Marriage? When was the last time you ever thought about things like that? But it is a nice thought—too nice of a thought because you know your days are numbered ever since you stepped into the military. It also doesn’t help when your past relationships ended terribly. But you won’t lie; it is an idea you’ve imagined before.

Retired and with the one you love, spend the rest of your life somewhere quiet, where nothing can harm you or disturb your peace. To enjoy and share those moments with someone you can trust and rely on. 

I have… But I can’t say I’ll do it; I wouldn't even marry myself.

You answer vaguely as he gives a "hmmm" as a response as he leans in close and asks another question with curiosity.

Why not?

You laughed at the question as you sighed and munched on the dessert. You looked at him from the corner of your eye as you rubbed your neck awkwardly.

Too much to handle, to say the least.

You answered back honestly as he blinks and just nods quietly after a while. You noticed he was doing something with his hands, though, and sure enough, he gives you a bright smile as he bumps your shoulder.

Give me your hand.

Why?

Just trust me.

Are you going to dip my hands into something weird again?

Not this time.

….

You narrowed your eyes at him suspiciously as he gave you a puppy eye and a tilt of his head. You gave in as you raised your left arm for him as he took your palm and slid something into your hand. You held it up as you looked at what on earth he just did-

I’d marry you with paper rings.

Your eyes widen and your breath hitches at your throat as you look at the receipt paper from before it was rolled and folded into a ring-like shape, sitting snugly on your fourth finger. You slowly turn your head as you try to remain calm, but you can feel your neck burning up slowly.

You’re an idiot.

He laughed, laughed hard as he shook his head and flashed you a wink as he stood up.

Already heard that one before; maybe try something else, yeah?

There it is, that charming smile of his whenever he is happy, the one that always makes you fall for him harder, a wide grin that flashes his canine and crinkles up the corner of his eyes, this time you can almost spot just a shade of color blooming in his cheeks. You were about to give back another comment before a ringtone stopped you.

Gaz picks up the call as he frowns.

This is Gaz speaking....okay, yes sir, yes... Alright, on our way, sir. Ah y/n, Price just called us in; we needed to be back at base in 10 for a briefing session, then we needed to be sent to another mission again.

You give a nod as both of you promptly leave and walk back to his car.

You’re thankful Price interjected, because if that hadn’t happened, he could probably see how red your ears had become.

He doesn’t know, but you wore the paper ring to the mission too, just covered by your gloves. 

Maybe it was great that you didn’t give up on the hope of being something more than just friends with him. You plan to ask him out after the mission :)

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