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authne · 6 months

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Gold Prices falls Worldwide: Inflation Concerns

The gold market has been exploring a fierce scene as of late, with prices fluctuating among gains and misfortunes as financial backers wrestle with the perplexing transaction of a reinforcing US dollar, industrious expansion concerns, and the overall worldwide monetary viewpoint. While the dollar’s rising has applied descending strain on gold prices, the waiting danger of expansion has offered…

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#Gold Prices #inflaction #Prices falls #Recession

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sky-is-the-limit · 4 months

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"𝑰𝒏 𝒂 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅 𝒐𝒇 𝒃𝒐𝒚𝒔, 𝒉𝒆'𝒔 𝒂 𝒈𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒍𝒆𝒎𝒂𝒏."

#he also eats pussy like a maniac #type of man to crawl underneath your hoodie/shirt and fall asleep on your stomach #alex keller #cod #call of duty #alex keller x reader #mw1 #mw2 #alex keller x you #alex keller smut #cod smut #cod x reader #task force 141 #captain price #simon ghost riley #john soap mactavish #kyle gaz garrick

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pcktknife · 2 years

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Things i want should not cost more that $15

#$700 36 inch miku plushie..........#not like id be able to fit her anywhere in my home but shes so cuuuute y r u 700 bucks!!!#kae.txt #also those fucking submas plushies cause they damn near the same price anywhere u look ugh *falls to the floor*

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wispscribbles · 2 months

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late but

Happy Valentine’s Day 😌

Thank you Chloe !! Happy late valentines :D This is a great opportunity for me to share some 141 valentines wips that I didn't finish in time

#ask #chloe-is-slightly-epic #these are so dumb i just wrote the first things on my mind #tbh only sharing these because I love mini gaz falling from the heli #the price one is a mw19 quote for those unaware #Someone: so how did u spend valentines day?#Me who just drew cod all day: ..... uhhhhhhhhhh. with my loved ones #task force 141 #simon ghost riley #john soap mactavish #kyle gaz garrick #john price #cod fanart #my art #doodle

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ilovemesomevincentprice · 8 months

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The spooky atmosphere of..

The Fall of the House of Usher (1960) dir. Roger Corman

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meowpupp · 2 months

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jus imagine infecting owner!price and pup!gaz w the sleepy girl agenda.

always pulling price back into bed, locking your chubby thighs around his waist. he just can't deny you. his cute girl, all sleepy and soft for him. he loves how sweet you are in the mornings, nuzzling into his neck, the comfortable weight of your body ontop of his, arms wrapped around your waist. he likes to act like he's getting up just so he can hear you whine, watch as you snuggle so close to him it's as if you're trying to crawl inside him.

with kyle it's the opposite. the pup works hard, keeping you and price safe, training, doing the manual chores around the house. he needs his naps, and for those he needs you. a pretty weighted blanket. he turns on your favourite movie, pulling you to rest your head on your chest. the whole time he idly plays with your hair, waiting until you fall asleep to join you.

#watch this be full of typos #im so mf tired from uni id love to nap w kyle or price #hc that johnny gets so tired by the end of his and your playdates that he just falls asleep ontop you #woah great english estelle #mw2 x reader #john price x reader #captain john price x reader #price x reader #gaz x reader #kyle gaz x reader #kyle gaz garrick x reader #pupreader x pupkyle #pupkyle x pupreader x ownerprice #pupkyle x pupreader #price x chubby!puppygirl

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adnauseum11 · 3 months

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Entry Control Point (John Price x Reader)

You spend the night at John's for the first time since you started dating. You have a revelation.

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CW: nipples

This has been idling in Teen but the spice level is going to take a jump shortly, sorry if that's not your thing.

You are so used to John’s steady presence in your life that you can almost forget that things have changed between you. Except in moments like this, that forcibly remind you - he’s allowed to have his hands in certain places now. You find his touch creeping up on you, a natural extension of the familiarity you had before. It takes a minute for you to notice it, but when you do -

“What are you doing?” You elbow John in the ribs just this side of gently. His big hand has drifted off your back and is in your back pocket, cupping and squeezing your ass cheek.

“Hmm?” He’s going for innocent but looks too pleased with himself to pull it off properly. His beanie hat is tugged low and his collar turned up against the cold.

“Knock it off, you absolute muppet.” You struggle to create daylight between you, realizing belated he’s been slowly reeling you into his body as you walk back to his flat after dinner.

John grins, the expression taking years off his face and making your heart swell in your chest, suddenly feeling too tight. You won’t tell him that though, because he’s pinching the material of your back pocket in between his fingers and tugging you back against his big, solid body. You half-heartedly swat at him but give up, letting his warmth bleed in to your side.

“Took an entire city block to notice, love.” He murmurs, bending slightly to deliver the words close to your ear.

“It did not, stop being a nuisance.” You huff with ill-hidden amusement, pausing for a traffic light to change.

“Can’t help it, you drive me to distraction.” John retorts immediately, returning his palm to your lower back in a protective gesture as you wait for the light together. You roll your eyes but lean into him anyways. You stay wrapped up in him for the rest of the walk back in contented silence, a full belly and brisk night bookending your night.

It isn’t until you get through the front door of his that you realize the time. You freeze, half your jacket buttons undone as you try to decide what to do. John notices, because of course he does.

“Bit late to head back to yours now, innit love?” He’s using a careful tone of voice as he stills, watching you struggle internally. You know if you ask, he’ll take you home right now, but he’s right. It’s getting late to ask him to run around the city.

“Yeah, probably.” You say haltingly, your hands going back to the buttons slowly. John’s working hard to keep the triumphant smile off his face, but you know him too well.

“John –“ You begin a warning but he’s got his hands up in supplication before you can finish the thought.

“Everything will be above board, darling. No pressure from me. I’ll sleep on the couch, yah?” His accent deepens and you narrow your eyes at him, undoing the buttons with purpose now.

“Stop being ridiculous, you’re not going to sleep on the couch. If this is some reverse psychology shit – “

“Never.” He shakes his head and takes your coat from you, hanging it up beside his own. His warm hands fall on your shoulders, massaging gently through your shirt as he steers you into the living room. ‘Unless it’s working?” His tone hopeful.

“John!” You admonish and he chuckles, his broad chest bumping against your back.

“Just teasing love, just teasing.” He soothes, dropping a series of kisses into the juncture of your neck and shoulder, the mixture of heat from his lips and scratchiness of his whiskers making you shiver. “Since you’re not going home do you want to watch something before bed?”

He backs off, giving you space to fold yourself into your preferred position on the end cushion, tucking your feet up against the armrest. He leans over to grab a well-worn blanket off the back of the couch, conspicuously the most feminine thing other than yourself in the room. It’s white and thick, still soft despite years of use. It has edges that end in loose threads of yarn and has simple geometric shapes woven into the pattern. You got it for him years ago, an early Christmas present before he shipped out on mission. It has never actually left his flat, so it retains its creamy white colouring. You’re fond of braiding the loose ends together while watching movies.

He drops onto the cushion beside yours, one large arm going over the back of the couch, bracketing you into his body. You instinctively lean into his bulk, tucking yourself under his arm and taking control of the blanket. He kicks his legs up onto the coffee table after swiping the remote, sprawling his longer form as best he can without losing any space between you.

You are part way through an old Top Gear re-rerun when something finally clicks into place. Your cheek is pressed against the hard plane of muscle that is John’s pectoral, half watching the show and half focused on his steady heartbeat. His fingers are buried in your hair, running through the strands absently. Every gentle tug making goosebumps run up and down the back of your neck, melting you a little further into him.

The blanket, driving you home regardless of the hour, the previous fist fights with bad boyfriends – it all crystallizes in a moment of clarity as Richard Hammond screams across a rickety footbridge in an ancient Bronco, making the man at your side chuckle lowly. John Price has been sweet on you for some time. He’s just…never acted on it. And you, without any overt overtures of interest had just assumed that was how John operated. Had never seen any indication of anything other than a man chivalrous to a fault. You speculate on his retirement and the timing of his interest, losing track of what’s happening on screen. You only realize its over when John sits up, shifting you against him.

“You alright?” Concern is colouring his tone.

“Yeah, zoned out. Sorry.”

“Don’t apologize darling, ready for bed then?”

You’re loathe to move, wanting to stay cocooned with him while you process your revelation. Going to bed will raise its own anxieties, none of which have anything to do with John and everything to do with your fear of losing an important relationship in your life should this go sideways. Never mind it’s been over two decades and he’s not turned away from you yet.

“One more show?” You ask, turning wide eyes on him. He relaxes against you again and you burrow into his side, grateful for a chance to mentally play catch up. You resettle your ear over his heart, feeling it’s comforting thump while you turn over interactions in your mind. Looking for clues, the world’s most inattentive detective. You lose track of the show again and are startled anew when John sits up, swinging his legs off the table to stand.

“C’mon sleepy head, let’s get you ready for bed.”

“I don’t have anything –“

“You can wear whatever of mine you like, but maybe think about bringing some stuff over, hmm?” He’s wrapped around you from behind, steering you down the hallway to the bathroom, reading your mind. He hands you his toothbrush, letting you use it first and disappears to gather a shirt for you to sleep in. You stare at the toothbrush in your hand dumbly for a moment before using it. John swaps you the utensil for a shirt when he returns and goes about his business. You catch his eyes following you in the mirror though.

The shirt in your hand is soft and familiar to you, an old one won playing darts at a pub. A good memory, filled with laughter and beer-soaked floors. Before you can think too hard you begin undressing, tossing each item haphazardly over a leather club chair in the corner.

You can feel your nipples harden in the air of the room, and as you lift your arms over your head to pull John’s shirt on you hear the clatter of his toothbrush in the sink. A muttered curse follows and by the time your head pops out of the neck hole, he’s gripping the counter and blatantly staring at you in the mirror. All the muscles down his arm are corded, as if he’s gripping the slab of countertop with all his strength.

“Are you alright, John?”

You ask innocently, and watch him swallow hard in the mirror. He nods and turns off the bathroom light, padding slowly over to you. His big palm lands on your lower back, wordlessly steering you to bed. You can’t help the rush of nervous anticipation at his nearness, but John is as good as his word. He doesn’t pressure you and lets you sleep, the both of you settling into his big bed with contented sighs. No, it’s when you wake up, wrapped around his powerful body that you should have had the foresight to be concerned about.

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#john price x reader #john price x f!reader #fanfic #captain price #call of duty #sleeping together #established relationship #captain john price #falling in love #friends to lovers #john price #consent

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sprout-fics · 10 months

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Side note- on the off chance Gaz and Soap do get Price to try weed, Price is completely unaffected. He sits in an armchair with his feet propped up and after an hour of staying still and not saying much he just suddenly announces in a completely deadpan voice:

"Gentlemen, I am seeing apparitions."

#captain john price #john price #He's a grouchy man who drinks scotch and smokes cigars he has a higher tolerance than you'd expect #He's also lowkey a granpa who falls asleep at the holiday gatherings with his hands on his stomach and his chin tucked on his chest

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gomzdrawfr · 5 months

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Laswell: who's your team? Price: some old comrade Laswell: Price: Laswell: ...and the Sergeant? Gaz: ✨ existing ✨ Price: ....he's ready