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CAPTAIN PRICE IN “FLASHPOINT” | MODERN WARFARE III

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Just adoring his grumpy face today

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Don’t make him so pretty when you want to let him die.

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I joined the COD fandom a week ago and with my height of 158 cm I felt like this.

Literally us.

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Part 2

Can't stop thinking about reader finally cutting them loose.

For three days there was nothing but radio silence. In those three days you had told yourself that it was a grace period. Time for Simon to cool off and realize how much of a bastard he was for saying all those things he obviously didn't mean. Johnny coming back over with a bouquet of flowers and endless apologies and cuddles.

Simon didn't apologize for his harsh words.

Johnny didn't call you later, as promised.

For three days you jumped at every single notification, silently hoping it was one of them. Any of them.

But it wasn't.

And you, unfortunately, got the answer to the question you had been asking yourself for months.

Did they still want this?

The answer was clear.

You didn't let their unofficial dismissal get to you. You still had shit to do. A life to get on to. A book signing to go to.

Jesus.

A book signing. A book you wrote. A book that was being published and released the day of the expo. You weren't expecting a huge line because this was your debut novel, but with the help of some ARC readers who had took to social media, there had been a bit of a storm brewing.

You had listened to John when he had mentioned writing under an alias. Don't know how crazy people are out there. They'd do anything to get close to you, Dove. Just better to protect yourself where you can. You almost hated yourself for listening to him now. Now you would just have to keep writing under your pen name.

You were getting ready to close up shop early when your phone finally pinged.

Kyle.

Fuck.

Of course it was Kyle. The one who hadn't treated you like you were constantly bothering him. Not the one who made you feel guilty for agreeing to your arrangement. Nor was he the one who fucked you and left you. No. He was just the one who just wasn't there.

Maybe that was just as bad.

What are you up to today?

That was it. Almost two weeks of radio silence and that's all he had to say? It just added more evidence that you were making the right call in ending this now. It had already carried on for too long.

You had two things on your to-do list and you wouldn't let Kyle's sudden reappearance deter you.

E-mail the publisher back.

Change the locks.

You didn't have the strength to face them again. If they groveled, it would be too easy to take them back. One against four wasn't much of a fair fight. And if they didn't care to fight for you... you don't know if you could survive it. Coming face-to-face with the proof that it didn't bother them to give you up even though it was killing you.

No. Cutting it off completely was the best thing to do.

So you didn't respond.

You left Kyle's text unanswered as you e-mailed the publisher back that everything was set for your flight on tomorrow morning. You would spend Thursday adjusting to the time difference and Friday you would rest up before the expo this weekend. She assured you that you would need to rest up your writing hand. Whatever that means.

You left Kyle read as you closed up shop several hours earlier than usual. You needed to drop off the bank deposit before you started on task number two.

You didn't bothering responding to Johnny when he had texted you when you were leaving the hardware store, purchase in hand. Asking if you were free Friday. Promising dinner. 'In or out. Your choice.'

It was almost second nature when you got home to pull up your phone. Ready to text one of them to see which one of them could come over and help.

Fixing a leaky sink? Nothing Johnny hasn't seen before. Need help moving furniture? John won't mind when you change your several times on what should go where. Kyle would always come in with take out the moment you mentioned you were hungry and whenever you felt like going for a walk when it was a bit too late in the evening, Simon was the first to volunteer as your personal guard dog.

But asking them to come and change the very lock you planned on using to keep them out seemed... counter productive, if not downright petty.

You were almost done with the lock when your phone sounded off. Only this time it wasn't a text. Someone was calling you.

You almost faltered when John's name came on your screen.

Fuck.

That almost got you.

You almost answered it.

Almost.

You clicked on the 'Sorry, I can't talk right now. Options, before finishing up your work.

And just like that, you were done. No help needed. You had changed the lock. Even adding on a deadbolt. Replacing the flimsy chain Simon had taunted you about. If someone wanted to get in here, that wouldn't stop them.

Well, now you didn't need to hear it anymore.

Not that you would really hear it again...

Your flight was in twelve hours. Although that seemed an ample amount of time you hadn't even begun to pack. You had luckily narrowed your outfits down, but now was the task of folding it nicely into your suitcase rather than just stuffing it in there.

On my way. We need to talk.

It was too late for talking. Three days too late. Several months too late.

The last message sent was four weeks ago. A new Thai place had opened up close to your apartment that you were wanting to try. All of them had given you excuses.

Not my taste, Dove.

Cannae do it tonight. Next weekend? Next weekend didn't happen either.

I can do tomorrow. Kyle ended up bailing. You forget the excuse he used.

Simon hadn't even bothered to reply.

The final nail in the coffin of your relationship. Almost two years wasted with nothing, but a broken heart to show for it. And the worst part is, they had all chipped away at your heart, leaving you to deal with the final blow that would shatter it.

Im sorry. I can’t do this with you anymore. wish you all the best.

Your fingers made quick work in blocking their numbers. It was best. If they wanted to reach you, they couldn't. On the other side of the coin, if they didn't care to reply, you wouldn't spend countless hours crying over the fact that none of them had been affected the same way you had.

You would deal with getting them their belongings that they had left behind another time. You had big things, great things happening for you. You were cutting your loses. You were cutting them loose.

You just hoped you didn’t regret it.

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price patting his lap with a soft smile and quietly rumbling, “c’mere love. won’t you give me a kiss?”

or him doing that thing where he adjusts himself on the couch so he tugs you closer to him—chest to chest—so you don’t fall.

or how he maps his hands along your back, digging just enough to give gentle massages, while you nuzzle your face on the column of his neck.

or just how you feel him talking so it’s lulling you to sleep and john notices so he talks quieter, softer, until he’s got you dozing off and just before you fully slip into your slumber, you feel his lips brush against your temple.

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Okay but chubby chaser! Johnny...

Chubby chaser! Johnny who spots you from across the bar and knows you're the one.

Chubby chaser! Johnny who drinks in your curves, from your full breasts down to your pudgy tummy and wide hips.

Chubby chaser! Johnny whose pants get a little too tight just from the way your lips are moving as you talk to your friend.

Chubby chaser! Johnny who imagines you bent over with the jiggle of your ass as he thrusts into you.

Chubby chaser! Johnny who is dying to suckle at your breasts, knowing very well he can treat you just right.

Chubby chaser! Johnny who just has to muster up the courage to go and talk to a beauty such as yourself.

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GHOST, GAZ, & PRICE OPERATOR INTROS | MODERN WARFARE 2019

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highlandered & knighted

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GHOST IN “CARTEL PROTECTION” 🕶️ | MODERN WARFARE II

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JOHN "SOAP" MACTAVISH Call of Duty: Modern Warfare II (2022)

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"You cold?"

In the time you've known Simon he's never asked you how you felt. You assume he never gave your comfort much thought. He informed you recently it was because he didn't want to treat you differently than the men around you.

That dynamic changed last night when you fell into bed together.

"A little," you concede.

"Come 'ere." He drags you into the shelter of his warm body, his spot on the mattress already noticeably toastier than yours.

"So what happens now?"

He takes a moment to consider your question, or perhaps he already has and he's drawing a blank the way you are.

"We'll get breakfast, for starters..."

As you nod in acknowledgement, his nose bumps the back of your head. Rather than withdrawing, he snuggles closer.

"...and then we'll figure out the rest."

"You're not worried this will get weird?" you muse out loud, bracing for him to say yes.

"No. We deserve some happiness. Don't think anyone would begrudge us that."

"Do you think they know?"

"Pretty sure they do. Gaz told me to look after ya before we left the pub. Not in a sexist way, but...he cares."

Tears stand in your eyes, but not for shame nor hurt. When he kisses your shoulder your emotions spill. You realize he must have felt the subtle shudder in your lungs as he hugs you tighter.

MASTERLIST

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Werewolf bf that gets so so sexually frustrated because you’re ovulating for the first time around him and he can’t handle it.

He spends all day hard and in pain but he won’t touch you until you ask.

And when you finally do he throws you to the ground and pins you down and grips your hips so tight as he finally pushes into your heat 😫

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giving bouncer vibes. either at a regular dance club, where you and your friends show up so often that the moment he sees you, he just lets y'all pass. he'll chuckle when you snake your finger into his belt loop, tugging it as you purr out your gratitude. he'll definitely stop you next time, gripping your wrist with his callused hand. "playin' a dangerous game, love."

or a strip club, where he's thrown out so many clients for you that he doesn't bat an eye when you run up to him with your cunt on full display. "is it tha' guy again? told laswell lettin' him back in was a mistake. i'll take care of it, love."

phew!

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narrator: and so, you were teleported to a strange world where demons roamed the face of the earth.

me: okay, cool.

narrator: “cool”? not cool. they’re demons. monsters. and they’re going to do horrible things if you don’t run for your—

me: so they’re chasing me? great.

narrator: not great, either! if they get their hands on you—

me: ooh so they’re going to fuck me, too?

narrator: what

me: what

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