#farrah Karim

[writersblg]

how the cod characters would react to their partner being a true crime junkie

The sun was starting to set when your partner came back from training. They closed the door behind them and made their way to the living room where you were already wrapped up in a blanket. The music suggested you were watching a normal mystery show but the wholesome scenario your partner thought they found themselves in quickly crumbled as the presenter said “after taking off the skin and hanging it to dry she chopped up the body”

Simon

Unfortunately, doesn’t enjoy it as much as you do. For obvious reasons.

He’d give you the nastiest side eye and will just retreat to another room to solve a crossword or something.

Finds these shows incredibly disrespectful and really doesn’t get why you’d watch this.

ALTHOUGH he knows you’ll cuddle up beside him in the night and hide behind his big muscles (I’m deceased) so that’s kinda cute but that only adds to him not knowing why you’d watch true crime in the first place.

Soap

Watches everything with you

Will be mad if you do it on your own even if he’s on a mission

Enjoys the stories of female killers the most (if it’s out of revenge he’d cheer for them)

CONTRA he’d talk all the time about the nitty gritty of murders (basically plays the UNO reverse to Keegan; you’ll be afraid of him)

Gaz

It took a lot of time or convincing to make this happen but he now watches these shows with you.

Rarely talks; “hope they rot in hell” is all you’d get out of him.

Holds you very nicely though and gets up during commercials to get you two snacks <3.

Tells you about the super weird things that happened in his hometown when he was a kid and expects you to be normal about it.

Price

Falls asleep during the first 10 minutes

There’s nothing he hasn’t seen and no matter how brutal these attacks on the shows were he finds them tame

He won’t spoil your watching experience though and lets you lean on him if you’re getting tired

He won’t do true crime marathons with you but might compromise on watching 6h of government conspiracies or something instead

Alex

The most interesting part to him is the reasoning for the killers and silently does psycho analysis’ of them

If he has heard about the case before he’d add some information the presenter hasn’t talked about

You two just vibe

He lays on you and occasionally raises his head at particularly interesting scenes

Very much a true crime enthusiast himself

Also very much no expression on his face as they describe the attacks

Farah

SIDE EYE

Watches with you but the way she judges you for watching this is crazy

Blames it on your culture

Farah: “I can fix them”

Valeria

Sometimes laughs out of nowhere when she’s watching with you 😭 (would honestly destroy my psyche)

Loves to hear when the police messed up so badly they could’ve prevented more deaths but failed to do so

Watches the most gruesome way to attack someone and goes like “Haha I did this once.”

Gives you self defense tips according to the cases

Alejandro

Gets so invested in it

Gives you all the crime statistics if the case happened in Mexico

Randomly dropped that he knew the killer personally more than once

Happily talks about it at work the next day

Rudy

Sometimes curses in Spanish because he gets too worked up over this

Cannot watch unsolved cases; will think about it all night

Looks the cases up on the internet while the show is still on

Just deepens his perspective of there being more bad people than good people in this world

Keegan

He’s actually scared of you if you watch this without any reactions

Reminds me of that one AITA story

Accidentally told his friends he’s scared of you (but with heart eyes)

He’d watch it with you but mostly watches your reaction from a safe distance (the other end of the couch)

If you chop something in the kitchen later he’d gently take the knife from you and do it himself; you think he’s being funny but it’s just self preservation

Will still cuddle with you <3 later that night

#simon ghost riley #simon riley #ghost #cod mw2 #cod mw3 #john soap mactavish #keegan p russ #keegan russ #ghost x reader #soap x reader #kyle gaz garrick #gaz x reader #john price #captain price #price x reader #keegan x reader #farrah Karim #valeria garza #valeria x reader #alejandro x reader #alejandro vargas #rodolfo rudy parra

[puuddlez]

Decided to scrawl over some funny pixels I saw on tiktak so please enjoy 💙

#also posted this with some tasty music on ye ol tiktak #anyways #enjoy!! #call of duty #modern warefare 2 #call of duty fanart #simon ghost riley #john soap mactavish #captain price #kyle gaz garrick #farrah karim

[purpleshell-x]

#valeria garza #kate laswell #call of duty #simon ghost riley #ghost mw2 #ghost mw3 #john soap mactavish #john price #alex keller #farrah karim #rudy parra #alejandro vargas #cod mw19 #cod ww2 #cod mw3 #purple shell polls #all of shells stuff

[lildoodlenoodle]

More Task Force 141 Doodles

#my art #task force 141 #141 #John price #johnny mactavish #johnny soap mactavish #john mactavish #john soap mactavish #simon riley #simon ghost riley #farah karim #farrah karim #tw gun #tw guns #alex keller #ALEX #echo 3 1 #kyle garrick #kyle gaz garrick #soap #soapghost #ghostsoap #ghoap #tw catholicism #tw bombs #tw bomb #soap is a pyromaniac

[1-whore-1]

Captain John Price is just a tired dad struggling to keep his kids alive this time around.

Does anyone else find it completely devasting that Price went from last living member of the 141 to the Captain who’s probably going to watch them all die again? No? Just me?

#john soap mactavish #simon ghost riley #captain john price #call of duty fanart #kyle gaz garrick #alejandro vargas #rodolfo parra #farrah karim #alex keller #1-4-1 #modern warfare

[multi-muse-transect]

At least they didn’t make me shoot homeboys Velikan and Lerch. I would’ve been like this:

#modern warfare 2 #velikan #john soap mactavish #Captain John Price #Kate Laswell #Kyle Garrick #farrah karim #Modern Warfare 2 spoilers #Phillip Graves #call of duty

[guardkeywolf]

Soap, Ghost, Farah, and Price all ate respectfully

Song: Slut Me Out - NLE Choppa

#cod modren warfare 2 #call of duty modern warfare 2 #simon ghost riley #simon riley #john mctavish #john soap mactavish #johnny soap mactavish #captain john price #farrah karim

[pick-a-lane]

Commander Karim!

A quick little Farrah doodle with the new brush pack I got!! It’s called Dawner’s brush pack, 1st vol procreate, recommended to me by a friend and I loved it. Definitely will be messing with it more.

#call of duty #cod #cod fanart #alijaart #farah karim #farah cod #Farah fanart #woo we did it #so tired rn but this was fun. definitely need to cook up something better tho. #excited :)

[luvv-maxx]

|: Call of Duty HC 🫶 :|

Note : This is my first post, other than the intro post, so Don’t get all mad if I misspell anything or I have a certain HC you don’t agree with. 💕

Characters mentioned : John price, Simon Riley, John Mactavish, Kyle Garrick, Kate Laswell, Nikolai, Alex Keller, and Farrah Karim ‼️💕 the sillies

John Price-

Greatest and most stressed father of the year award.

💥 silly Quokka smile💥

Y’know those iq ads that show the older you are, the less you know? He gets so offended by that so he tries playing it to show he isn’t dumb, but gets pissed when they just aren’t interactive and send him to the download page.

He’s an animal dude, he can rock with any animal you put him next to. But I am guessing, personally, that he was like obsessed with black bears specifically. Nobody knew why. He just found them cool and amazing as a kid, and still does.

He has that old dad cough that sounds like he’s dying of influenza. AND DONT GET ME STARTED ON HIS SNOR—

You know how some dads hug and sway you and themselves as you hug? He does that. He got that treatment when he was younger, it conditioned onto him. When he first did it to Simon, MF was confused as shit and gave the most horrendous and judgmental side eye after they finished the hug.

speaking of the others, They will get spooked like cats when Price suddenly sneezes like a bazooka or coughs like he just smoked 20 packs of cigarettes at once. Especially Kyle, he most definitely had a heart attack the first time he heard Price cough twice in a row thinking he was dying.

Supportive ahh bisexual dad.💕🥺

Gives off “Hey Gay, I’m Dad!” Jokes if you came out to him.

Simon “Ghost” Riley

I both Can and can’t see why people simp for this man.

sure, He makes booktok people horny af for his mask and deep British accent, his tattoos, the fact he could break their neck in one morsel of strength but would decide not to if he knew them, etc etc.

but that’s most likely from trauma, both unresolved and buried down or spoken about like jokes but gets angered when someone jokes about it. (Both is me. I’m those examples. Yippeee ‼️)

breakfast. He isn’t picky but he is. Beans? Fuck that shit, Burn. BURN. However, the most darkest and traumatic tasting coffee ever grounded from the pits of hell itself just made for the traumatized Masked man? Sure. Call it a cup of FUCKING JOE.

Though he doesn’t sneeze or cough like Price does, He sleeps dying influenza patient Victorian man style. First time he and Soap were forced to sleep together, Soap woke up miraculously early, thought he died and cried there for 20 minutes before Ghost woke up all tired like he was hibernating.

I think he loves Riley for not only is she just adorable and a great dog, She is the best thing to have when dealing with snakes.

He was fixated on one animal when he was younger. Motherfucking Raccoons. He found them so hilarious and goofy as a kid, he now fell in love with a man who is the human embodiment and reincarnation of the raccoon king.

One pet peeve Ghost has is when someone smacks their lips. No matter what, you smack your lips, he smacks you too. He’s that badass mum that goes “Keep smacking them lips, I’ll smack you.” While cracking his knuckles viscously.

Traumatized gay man. 😔💪

John “Soap” Mactavish :

Listen, He likes bubble baths. That’s a pretty well known fact. But.. Have you ever considered.. He may try doing Romantic dates in a bath tub? He’ll do those corny but sweet rose petal trails to a bathtub filled with bubbles and rubber ducks with a goddamn rose in his mouth seductively.

anyways, hope your happy with that visual. He most definitely does the continuous bumping his wrists together, not knowing he’s saying ‘hard sex’ in ASL. (I did this multiple times, both before and after. It’s unconsciously stuck to me. I fear myself only.)

If he ever visited England to see his boyfriend Lieutenant, Ghost, nobody could fucking understand him. But when Ghost visits Soap, Everybody sounds so fucking confusing to Ghost that he just walked out into a forest for a lap. Like when people read a cringy sentence and have to put their phones down, walk around their house two or three times, before going back.

He makes fun of Kyle whenever Helicopters are mentioned in a convo, just like making puns to piss him off.

“ Oi Gaz, do ye like the band ‘The fall out boys’? ” while giggling like a mean middle school girl. 😔✊

He likes frogs. Did as a kid, still does now. But the catch is, He cannot go towards one if his entire life was on the line. Like, He finds them cute but nearly pisses himself when They jump towards him.

silly little bisexual ‼️😊

Kyle “Gaz” Garrick:

So. You wanna hear my head canons of my Husband? /Jkjk—

I could imagine this dude was judgmental as a kid, full on mama’s Boy conversation with his mama like “ Let me guess, Aunt Stephanie said this! She is always talking crap about you, Mama, but I don’t see dad coming home with a new hickey every weekend. “

when someone goes low, he goes the lowEST.

I like to think he has a sister or two who influenced him on skincare, periods (for if he pulls anyone with period hauntings), and how to style various hairstyles just so his sisters didn’t have to pay a shit ton of money for the same hairstyle.

Do any of you guys just.. think this man bakes? Just baking when he’s bored or stressed. No thoughts. Just cookies.

He loved otters as a kid, but now finds Pallas cats better.

trust that he has heard tea from nearly every country that even agents don’t know about.

Bisexual. Leaning more towards mlm but nonetheless free-styling .

Kate Laswell :

the queen. The majesty. The LESBIAN MUM.

I like to imagine her wife is the ultimate mastermind, Like Kate is just the boss of tf141 but instantly does any bidding her wife asks her to do.

She’d be a great aunt, Mum would be even better.

I bet she met her wife in either a serene area like a flower shop or a bloodlust filled chaos like the battlefield. Two ways this could go. No in-between. Retired lesbian medic, Or Flowershop owner.

Kate seemed like the girl to like Penguins for not only their cuteness but their habitats , their diet, their life, and everything about them.

Would I be wrong to say that she most definitely got a piercing when she was a teen but took it out some time later?

She’d be a great friend to have, she’d be the one who’d order for you if you’re nervous.

You cannot FUCKING. DENY. That she has a border collie with a sweet name like Dolly

She has a wide range of music, but Music from Dolly Parton inspires her. Just imagine it.

a canonical lesbian with immense sarcasm.

Alex Keller :

Mmm the white man. /jk

He seems like he’d be the average uncle. I actually have an uncle that looks sorta like him, but balding brown hair and is named Corey.

He most definitely had a golden retriever or Siberian husky as a kid, some dog breed that’s hella energetic.

i can imagine how Any dog interaction he has now, they always try at least once to steal his leg like fetch.

He regretfully wore old spice when he was a teen but thankfully stopped after smelling himself.

He seemed to have played baseball as a kid. He just gives off that vibe.

He most definitely mispronounces easy af words on accident when distracted.

speaking of that, he seems to be a baking when stress kind of dude but also, if he did that, he’d pause halfway through cause he got distracted then forgets what he was doing. The only reminder being the burning kitchen after thirty minutes of distractions.

Silly little pansexual ‼️💕

Farah Karim

would i be wrong to headcannon that she would be the best muffin maker? Like even better than Gaz and Laswell.

She is so pretty ‼️

her favorite animal once was hedgehogs but now it’s lionesses. A massive change but both great animals.

I bet when she was a kid that she would threaten to bite people, and when in fights, actually did bite people. Worth it. (i have done this before as a kid. Proud af)

She would rock those black a leopard print sunglasses mums wear to beaches. Just think of it.

I wanna think that she had once owned those rabid chihuahuas and called the dog something sweet and unsuspecting like “Mr. sprinkles” for the fun and hell of it.

silly little demiromantic bisexual 🫶💕‼️

#call of duty #cod mw2 #cod mwii #cod #simon ghost riley #john soap mactavish #john price #farah karim #alex keller #kyle gaz garrick #kate laswell #headcanon #headcannons #my headcanons #silly stuff #silly post

[whoismissriley]

Linger ~ Fanfic

Before.

10 years ago, in 2009 in Tobrak, Urzikstan.

"With all due respect, boss…" Juliet cleared her throat slightly as she looked at Laswell "I don't think it's a good idea for me to go"

Laswell rolled his eyes and dropped a hand on her shoulder.

"You are capable enough. And John is going to need your brains in case something goes wrong"

Juliet's eyes went behind Laswell where Lieutenant Price, moody and still moving, grunted curses under his breath that were suddenly no longer understandable. Juliet knew that no one else knew him better than Laswell and that was why she handled him so calmly.

But come on, the man was right to complain about her. Juliet had only been in the army for three years and her intellectual abilities led her to work with the intelligence service last year. There was a back-and-forth between Price and Laswell to decide who would get her, but Price ended up giving in because he didn't think it would make sense to have a woman on her team.

That stung Juliet, especially because of the despotic way in which he mentioned it, even with her there. She didn't have to be a fortune teller to know that the lieutenant never liked her. But that never stopped her from achieving her goals. Getting away from him and the base had been a healthy way to stay mentally well. Because talking to him was like walking with a walking wall. Her words bounced around and she made him lose his mind.

"I told you I don't need you…

"That's enough," Colonel Shepperd snapped, making the room shake slightly under the tone of his voice. "Redd will go with you and that's how it will be or you won't go anywhere."

Laswell snorted softly: Juliet also knew the same thing as Laswell when she declared in that frustrated sigh and that was that John Price did not like it at all when his hands were tied and he always ended up doing what he wanted or thought was best to do. Regardless of whether the sanctions came hand in hand. No one was going to stop her from doing what she had in mind, not the president or Shepperd.

Calmly, Price approached the table, pressing the long fingers of his hand on the wood with his gaze fixed on the Colonel in a cold manner.

"I'll do this, with her or without her. You, you know better than anyone" and he raised his index finger at her but he didn't say anything else until Lieutenant Price's blue eyes landed on Juliet's "you, grab your things and let's go. We're wasting fucking time."

Juliet nodded calmly, took the things from her and approached the man silently. She didn't want to bother him with questions because Kate had filled her in on everything they were going to do anyway. The main objective, General Barkov. However, the reason they came to Tobrak, Urzikstan, was because of a coded message that Juliet discovered on her computer, where a "Commander Karim" asked for help, a ransom.

In theory Juliet had always been and has never stopped being part of the SAS. Despite working for Laswell, the owes she has as a SAS soldier have never ceased to be. But that seems to matter very little to Lieutenant Price.

Several hours later, they finally arrived at Tobrak, in the helicopter Juliet diligently prepared her equipment before jumping on the roof of the building, once there she looked at Price as he gave them the signal to enter at the right time. The shots below did not end and Price raised his hand indicating that it was time. So they broke the glass from the ceiling and jumped down, knocking down several armed guards who were attacking a woman lying on the floor.

"Who is Commander Karim?" Price spoke holding his gun.

"I am," said the woman.

"Private Redd received your messages" Price approached and helped her to her feet "Lieutenant John Price Where is the rest?"

"There, ahead"

"Don't walk away," Price put her helmet back on, giving Juliet a dying look before she helped Farrah and handed her a gun.

"Redd"

"Farrah" both women shook hands and at Price's demanding voice, they began to follow him.

They continued through the factory and found the plant burning. Farrah recognized his brother banging on the glass as he struggled for oxygen. Price approached the door ordering Juliet to take care of decoding the door to open it. The evidence and prisoners were burning, so Juliet hurried to open the doors to give Lieutenant Price access.

Juliet and John ran down the hallway toward the factory door where things and prisoners were burning. Farra tried to open the door while his brother was banging on the glass from the other side but couldn't. So Price pushed her aside and forced a lever to open it but she couldn't, without hesitation, Juliet approached him holding her hands to the lever and helped him open it.

John began to help the prisoners out and Juliet did so from the other side. For a moment they both looked at each other and she realized that John kept looking at her. It was not discomfort that Juliet felt, but it was something else that she did not understand at that moment.

As a professional, Juliet focused on doing her job well. She informed Laswell that things had gone as planned and that the prisoners had been freed, but that General Barkov had escaped.

Several hours later, Juliet was helping Farrah supply her friends with weapons to prepare to confront Barkov. John dispersed the trucks and made sure to stick with the extraction plan.

"Make sure they're well stocked," Juliet told Farrah.

"They will, thank you." The girl smiled gratefully at him and they shared a look of this same feeling when they saw Price approach them and his brother Haddid.

"Hurry, even Barkov will come back for his dead," the Lieutenant exclaimed exasperatedly, looking around him and then stopped to stare at Farrah and Haddid, "they know he'll make them pay for this."

"We'll make them pay," Haddid responded.

"We'll be ready," Farrah added.

John nodded.

"They have cleared the northern route. "Stay here, it's safe," John said, handing Haddid a compass.

"Thank you," Farrah murmured to him and then to Juliet.

"The revolution begins now, sister." Both brothers looked at each other.

"The war has begun, brother."

"Even wars have heights," John exclaimed, seeing the extraction helicopter coming for him and Juliet, "don't lose her."

John started walking towards the helicopter and Juliet stood watching Farrah as he backed away. The movement of a hand and a solemn expression appeared on both their faces.

"Come on Redd, we're leaving in two" Price called her and finally Juliet turned in the direction of the helicopter following her Lieutenant's steps.

Once there, John helped Juliet up and they stared at each other as the Helicopter ascended. Juliet looked away to see how Farrah and his group turned into little ants.

On the way back, she and John said almost nothing. He continued to ignore her as always, almost pretending that she was just a ghost and that she was doing all this alone. Juliet's body ached and the accumulated tension of the rescue and the entire extraction process had her tired. She got rid of Price without having to receive a single comment from him or even a glance, she got into a car as soon as they landed in London and this car took her back to the CIA where she had to give her respective mission reports.

Juliet never heard from John Price again, until one day she overheard Laswell arguing with him about something that had come up on one of John's last missions. However, she didn't see him until Laswell invited her to his birthday party at her house. Juliet knew that not everyone knew Laswell's private life and being invited by her was more than a luxury, it was like realizing that Laswell had included her in his closest circle and it was not at all a novelty, knowing that Juliet had become almost like a daughter to Kate.

That night, Juliet put on a loose black dress, a leather jacket over her shoulders, and she calmly drove to Laswell's apartment considering there was nothing wrong with her having a little fun. Not knowing exactly what kind of birthday it would be, she dragged herself with her dress and her white sneakers through the hallways of the building until she reached door 55 on the sixth floor. The building was elegant and quiet and the door opened while she looked at the budding bottle of Scotch Whiskey that she brought him as a gift because she knew it was one of her wife's favorite drinks.

Juliet rang the bell twice as the door opened.

She looked a few times and blinked, leaning forward slightly when she saw the man on the other side of the door.

"Lieutenant Price?" Confusion was evident in her voice and expressions and John raised his eyebrows in disbelief, looking her up and down shamelessly as he rested an arm on the edge of the door.

"Wow, wow… I thought this was a birthday for adults, not children."

Juliet's mouth opened unceremoniously, completely shocked by the immature insinuation that the Lieutenant was making to her. She couldn't blame him if she was barely 21 then and he was in her thirties.

"Excuse me?" she tilted her head, lowering the bottle of Whiskey but John raised a hand to grab the bottle in Juliet's hands.

"Ah, at least the girl brought something good" she snatched the bottle from him before he had time to protest and turned her back on him and walked into the room. Juliet could hear the sound of music and when she entered and closed the door trying to see where the Lieutenant had gone, Kate appeared in her field of vision.

"Juliet! Did you come!" he exclaimed, hugging her.

"Happy birthday, boss!" she responded, hugging her, "I brought you a Whiskey but I think Lieutenant Price already… took it."

Kate turned away from the girl with a sigh and a shake of her head as she placed her hands on her shoulders.

"I ask you to forgive him, he just broke up with his "girlfriend"." Kate raised her fingers in a symbolic sign that she didn't give a shit because she probably didn't like her and grabbed her arm "come, let me introduce my child prodigy to my friends and my girlfriend."

"Uh Will I have that pleasure?"

"You'll get it," Kate laughed, friendly dragging the girl over to the group of her friends on the balcony.

As Juliet listened to Kate and her friends talk, for some reason she couldn't stop thinking about what she had told her that Lieutenant Price had just broken up with her girlfriend. Because that was the first personal detail that Juliet knew about the Lieutenant. Every part of her fucking life was and always had been a mystery to her.

As Kate had been distracted by her friends, evidently much older than her, Juliet walked towards the balcony and leaned on the railing while she had in her hand a glass of sweet wine, the reserve that Kate had ordered especially for her. I knew he loved sweet things. She looked at the city of London below and how it expanded before her eyes around her, the lights shining in the night while the sky was covered in clouds when a shadow fell beside her in silence.

John silently lit a cigarette while Juliet glanced at him out of the corner of her eye.

"Enjoying the party, girl?"

Juliet shrugged her shoulders and drank some of her wine.

"Not bad."

“Laswell strives to fulfill the whims of her girlfriend,” she smiled slightly with a tired expression as she took a drag on her cigarette with her eyes fixed on the dark horizon.

"That's nice," Juliet responded, tearing her eyes away from Lieutenant Price with a tired exhale.

"Mmmm, you're too young to be so jaded, girl."

John stared at her and Juliet couldn't help but return his annoyed look either. God, she hated that he called her a girl, as if she were a baby.

"I'm not jaded and I'm not a… girl."

"You should be in bed, sleeping like a good girl."

"Sir," Juliet cleared her throat, "with all due respect, do you dislike me?" You don't need to treat me like a child, because I'm not one.

"For God's sake, if you are, how old are you? Fifteen?"

"Twenty."

"Damn," he exclaimed, taking a drag on his cigarette, "you're a baby Redd." If it weren't for your abilities, I wouldn't have a fucking idea what you're doing in these areas. A face like yours should be thinking about studying a decent degree at university.

She exhaled in frustration, not wanting to talk about her private life or how she had gotten to those circumstances, she faced him, with the glass in her hands and her eyes fixed on the Lieutenant's face.

"Answer the question sir, because even while I was with you at the base, you seemed to barely tolerate me, so why?" Why do you dislike me?

Price looked at her slightly confused, her question made him feel baffled for a moment as if he didn't understand why Juliet had asked him that.

"What? Of course I don't dislike you. What made you think that?"

"You, yourself, look at me as if you hate me or as if… as if I'm not doing my job well."

John exhaled smoke again as he looked at her.

"I'm just worried that you're overloaded with so much work at such a young age." John smiled warmly, full of genuine concern. "You're too young to take on these responsibilities."

“I am capable enough to do what is asked of me,” she confronted him with the contemptuous and annoyed look.

"Mmm… Capable is one thing, girl" John held up a veil and leaned towards it a little "but living with what you do is another. These kinds of things take their toll on anyone, especially girls your age."

"Don't underestimate me," she murmured as a warning.

John shook his head with a low chuckle.

"Oh, you're anything but someone who could be underestimated, girl. And if I ever start to underestimate you, I want you to slap me. I'm just worried about my team, you've been through a lot in the last year and I…" the words faded from John's mouth as he placed the cigarette between his fingers and stood silently for a moment deep in thought. , with your eyes fixed on hers "you are not invincible."

Juliet parted her lips slightly, feeling the Lieutenant's overwhelming perfume mixed with the clean smell of a man after he had gotten out of a shower and put on all kinds of lotions to smell so… good.

"I know I'm not," she replied, staring into John Price's blue eyes.

"Well, promise me then that you will take care of yourself."

At John's intense gaze on her, Juliet nodded weakly, feeling her cheeks turn red like a tomato under the dim light of the balcony.

"Good," she said in a low voice.

John smiled and patted her shoulder lovingly before leaning back again and bringing the cigarette to his lips to take a drag and exhale the smoke as he looked at her.

"Mm…don't stay here too long. This city is no place for a beautiful young woman to wander alone in the dark." Juliet's cheeks burned brightly.

"I-I… I was about to order a taxi."

"A Taxi? That…?" Juliet nodded while she rubbed her arms even though she was wearing her leather jacket. She had started to feel cold. John didn't think about it and took off her coat to put it on the girl's shoulders. "nothing like that, I'll take you."

Juliet didn't know what to say, but suddenly she found herself sitting in the passenger seat of a dark Jeep while John was driving with the stereo playing very low. John kept his hands on the wheel, driving down the street, briefly glancing at Juliet. Who seemed a little lost in her thoughts, as she looked out the window at the passing streetlights. With his free hand, John lifted a cigarette to his mouth to take a quick drag and flick the butt out the window. Her eyes rested on the road but also from time to time on her.

Minutes later, John stopped in front of a block of old buildings. He looked out suspiciously and then turned to her.

Are you sure you'll be okay alone?

"I'll be fine."

Are you sure you don't want me to walk you to your door? I do not want anything to happen to you.

She swallowed carefully as she looked at him.

"I don't think it's a good idea."

Price looked at her thoughtfully before sighing and nodding his head a little.

"I guess you're right." Juliet blushed again and opened the door to get out of the car. John pressed a button on the center console to roll down the windows and leaned out ᅳ be careful, Redd. Make sure you go to bed, okay?

Yes, sir.

She smiled and turned towards the doors of the building, only when she reached her apartment and dropped the keys on the living table and felt John's smell completely surround her, did she realize that she was with him. shelter from her. She sank onto the couch with him and brought his manly scent and her musk between her cigarette to her nose with her eyes closed.

Silence surrounded her apartment as she lay back on the couch deeply inhaling the scent filled with lingering cigarette smoke and the subtle scent of her perfume. Her eyes closed as she breathed deeply. She was comfortable, safe, she soon began to fall asleep and her eyelids slowly sank over her eyes without her realizing that she was dreaming.

John Price's strong hands were around her tightly, holding her body as he was protecting her from all the dangers of the world, whispering soft, reassuring words into her ear.

And Julie understood that what she felt for Price was much more than simple admiration. But she had no idea what the future held for her.

#john price x reader #john price fanfiction #fanfic cod #call of duty #fanfic #john price x lectora #john price x you #john price x oc #john price x famale reader

[writersblg]

I kinda want to write headcanons to the cod characters (mw2 plus Keegan) answering their partners dm’s

#simon ghost riley #ghost x reader #captain john price #price x reader #john soap mactavish #soap x reader #kyle gaz garrick #gaz x reader #keegan p russ #keegan x reader #alejandro vargas #alejandro x reader #rodolfo rudy parra #rudy x reader #valeria el sin nombre garza #Valeria x Reader #farrah karim #farah x reader

[radio-charlie]

KUALA LUMPUR: An exhaustive, two-year investigation by the New Straits Times Special Probes Team into the mass killings in Wang Kelian in 2015 that shook the world, has revealed startling new evidence, which suggests a massive, coordinated cover-up.

One of the biggest revelations was that the human trafficking death camps had been discovered months earlier, but police  only announced the discovery on May 25.

Another huge question mark was why did police order the destruction of these camps, which were potential crime scenes, before they could be processed by forensics personnel?

The in-depth investigation was sparked by a number of burning, unanswered questions that  dogged the team, among them, why had the initial discovery of these death camps been kept hush-hush; and who gave the order to sanitise and destroy the crime scene; and, why.

#not all that many questions answered unfortunately #things that should be sparking nationwide fury #but will instead be swept aside

[writefinch]

The Prince’s Offering, Pt.5 (noncon, bondage)

As the wine girl collected her board and scurried off, Karim continued. "It is good that your house sent you, I think. It is not often that an offering of tribute falls through from the boorishness of the emissary, but it is most sad when such a thing happens. But you, Lord Davai, have been naught but gracious and pleasant in my company."

"I thank you, Sir Karim," said Davai. His throat was dry, absurdly dry considering that his entire body now seemed soaked with sweat, as cold as morning dew on every inch of his skin.

"We will enjoy another few cups together, the serving girls will show you to your rooms—they make delightful pillows, so choose freely amongst them—and once you break fast on the morrow I will bid you goodbye to return to your estate," said Karim. He paused, and his brow furrowed. "There is a trifling matter first, however, and I beg forgiveness for thrusting this upon you. My scribe, Farah, had a query regarding the translations upon the scroll."

Davai stared dumbly at the gauze-clad girl as she sat down next to him and unfurled the parchment. Over her shoulder he could see the continuing scene of degradation on the dais, where the Mughal men were fitting the iron masks back on to their captives. Before affixing them, they scooped up the puddles of bile, slobber, and sperm from beneath the hounds' chins and deposited them on the inside of the masks. Each hound was then encased, coating their faces in slime as well as depositing it in their open mouths.

"Lord Davai?"

He snapped back to attention and nodded. "Yes, please, go on."

"I apologize for my confusion," said Farah, "I am familiar with Mongolian writing but somewhat less so with the Latinate script of these lands. The passages in each language are a fair translation for each other in most cases, but there is one line I fear I have translated incorrectly. Beg pardon, could you tell me what the final line of the passage in Latin reads?"

Davai nodded and took the parchment, feeling the sweat wick away from his fingertips. "'...We offer this to you secured in the blood and honour of each noble line within the Houses of the Amber Plains,' is what it says, girl."

"Oh." She looked concerned, and looked between Davai, Karim, and Thom with worry. "That is what I suspected, but that is not at all what the final line of the passage in Mongolian reads. Perhaps there may have been an error in its composing?"

"Why, what does the Mongolian passage read?" asked Karim, his attention occupied by the final brandy-soaked pear as it slid around the serving plate away from the jabs of his fork.

"It reads, um," Farah cleared her throat, and gestured for Davai to return the parchment. He did so, upon which she turned it over and said, "it reads, 'inquire with the man known as Thom the Brigand for further instruction.'"

Karim looked up. "Hm?"

Davai's head shot around to stare at his companion. "What?"

But Thom the Brigand was not looking at Davai, or Karim, or Farah for that matter. He was staring directly at Justyna. "My instructions are but three words: take the gift."

Karim nodded as Davai stared between the two of them in bewilderment. "I see. Very well then," said the host, and then raised his jewel-encrusted hand in the air.

Davai did not see the two men who seized him from behind.

He shouted and struggled and kicked at his assailants to no avail, two of the guards pinning his arms behind his back as a third one slipped a thick leather strap around his neck, strapping it in place and tightening it until it bit into his skin and pushed on his Adam's apple. He panicked, fearing he would be garroted, but as the pressure let off he realized with a deeper horror that he'd been collared. Cold metal closed around each of his wrists, his arms were bent behind his back and his hands were raised up to his neck, pressing against each other in a deeply uncomfortable reverse-prayer position. His wrist shackles were clipped in place onto a D-ring at the back of his collar, and a long length of twine was wrapped around both of his forearms. His captors tightened the loop, forcing his elbows together behind his back. Excruciating pain shot through him as if his shoulders were ready to pop free of their sockets.

The guards pushed him down to his knees, keeping a firm grip on his collar to discourage further struggles. Still he craned his neck to look at Thom, eyes bulging and teeth gritted, his face a mask of rage.

"Betrayer! Thom, you Janus-faced dog-buggerer, what foul bargain have you made?"

Thom's smirk was stomach-churning. "I have made no bargain that you were not privy to, Young Lord. The Houses of the Amber Plains tasked me to deliver their emissary, gift, and letter of tribute to the Great Empire, and I have done as instructed."

"You were tasked with my safe return!"

Thom burst out laughing. "You fool, you highborn vapourhead, I was tasked with the emissary's safe return."

"That's—"

"You said it yourself!" Thom cut him off. "You recited the very customs of the Mughal rulers before we even caught sight of the keep, and you said aloud the rule of gifts: the gift must be a trifling thing to the Mughals and yet terrifyingly dear to yourself." He pointed to Justyna with malicious glee. "Even you, Davai, are not so soft and sentimental as to think that a peasant girl, no matter how comely her face and how warm her bosoms, holds any value to the Houses of the Amber Plains."

Davai looked at him in stunned silence. Horror did not so much dawn on him as it revealed itself—the outline of wrongness had been clear since he arrived, and he felt as if on the cusp of solving an awful riddle.

"Allow me to present something to you all," said Thom, walking over to the shelves and lectern and picking up the scroll case. He returned to the table, tapped the bottom of the ornate case, reached into the opening, and pulled out a slightly thinner tube that had formed a false wall. He gave the whole case a shake, and removed a second piece of parchment that had been hidden within. "Read this, girl," he said, handing it to Farrah.

She read this much-shorter scroll, her eyes widening as she did. "It reads that the young Lord Davai is to be given to the representative of the Great Empire as a gift, stripped of his titles and claims, to be done with as the Great Emperor wills. It is signed at the base by all the signatories of the first scroll."

Davai shook his head wordlessly, the numbness in his shoulders spreading through his entire body.

"The elder nobles cast lots, and it was your name plucked from the pile," said Thom with mocking melancholy. "I am told your uncle was heartbroken over the matter, but he persisted nonetheless. A true believer in the obligations of the nobility."

Desperate, Davai turned to look up at Karim. "Sir Karim, I beg of you, if you will please only—"

He squealed as a fist crashed into his liver, doubling over and retching from pain, and as he opened his mouth a leather-wrapped ring was forced between his teeth and buckled around the back of his head. As he sobbed and writhed, he knew he had missed his final chance to talk his way out of this nightmare.

"I am deeply sorry, Davai," said Karim with what sounded like genuine regret, "but now that you have forgone your noble title, your penalties for rudeness and impertinence have increased quite massively. That gag is a gift of sorts, for it will prevent you from saying anything you might come to regret in this time of adjustment."

"Hlah!"

"I’m afraid that's what they all say." Karim sighed and shook his head. "Guards, take him to the throne."

The struggling noble was dragged up onto the dais as the eight Mughal men finished dressing themselves and stepped down off of it. As he was pushed towards the tattered chair he saw that many of the rags on the seat of the throne were not rags at all, but restraints and leather straps. He howled in protest, resisting as best he could through pain and misery.

"Stop, stop!" shouted Karim, waving his arms and moving between Davai and the throne. "I have made a mistake, and treated the young lord unfairly. He must be given a chance."

Looking up at him with wide eyes, Davai did not dare to let hope burn within himself but was not so consigned to his fate that he could ignore any such offer. Karim crouched down in front of him and held Davai's chin between thumb and forefinger, stroking his boyishly smooth skin.

"I told you three things, Davai," he said. "The first was that our gift, received from the Houses of the Amber Plains, must become a slave and a serving girl. The second was that it is impossible for any true member of nobility to be enslaved, as their very honour prevents such a thing. The third was that I am a torturer by trade."

Davai swallowed. In front of him, Karim opened his palm to reveal the tiny silver fork he had used to spear fruits. He took the fork in his fingers and slowly brought the points an inch away from Davai's eye, until Davai backed away from sheet instinct.

Karim spoke with the soft intensity of a priest delivering last rites. "If you do not wish the indignity of slavery—and it will be a great indignity, your fate will not be a perfect mirror of the hounds to our sides but by Allah it will rhyme—I will kill you. It will not be an easy death. You are a young man and in good health, for now, and I will draw your death out to a fortnight, perhaps a day or two longer even. Your skin will be flayed, inch by inch, you will learn the terror of cold ice and the agony of the hot iron, I will strip your fingers, toes, ears, eyes and teeth away at a rate just slow enough to allow you to mourn their absence before destroying the next part, your bones will be broken, your tendons split, I will feed you broken glass to see your innards torn apart...

He looked Davai in the eye. "But it will come to an end. You will die as a noble, and though your body will lie in tatters I will not—I cannot—strip the honour from your soul. You will not be reduced to a slave, and you will be free in death and life."

Davai stared back at him, his breathing ragged. He thought of Ihsan, the wine girl, of her drugged haze, her lewdly-pierced nipples, and the gilded cage around her cock. This is what he would become for the rest of his life, a toy for men like Thom.

"I can see you are considering it, so here is my offer: ram your head forward and pierce your eye with this fork," said Karim. "If you do so I will kill you slowly. If you do not, I shall grant you a new life."

The torchlight glared off the tines of the fork, blooming until it took up the full field of his vision. Davai thought of his grandfather, a great warrior, felled not by the arrow that struck him on the field of battle, but by the soured wound a month later. His death had not been a quick or pleasant one, but all who knew him remembered his bravery and honour. He reared his head back and prepared to strike—he would only have to make the choice once—then pushed forward.

He flinched, stopping himself a hair's breadth from the point.

"You've a yellow belly to match your golden hair," mocked Thom, as Davai sagged in his bonds, sobbing helplessly. Karim ran his fingers through the lordling's locks, petting him pityingly, and put away the fork.

A guard took a small hunting knife from a walnut sheath and deftly cut away Davai's dull green tunic, tossing aside the sliced-up rags as he did. Karim bade him to pause as he admired the young lord's bound form.

"No hair to speak of, certainly not overfed, it is not exactly a warrior's physique but there are some thews to be softened.... Small nipples but the herbs will help with that of course, and soften the skin even more, yes, delightful..." He looked at the guard. "Leave the stockings on for now, they're rather fetching. Carry on!"

The final part of the tale is here:

https://writefinch.tumblr.com/post/649562103918837760/the-princes-offering-pt6-end

[thewickedharlot]

Master Ranking For FAME Awards

Worst to Best Dressed:

Margeaux Fox - 1

Aria Bellamy - 1

Benjamin King - 1

Ivy Hawthorne - 1

Marnie Emerson - 1.5

Cassidy Silver - 1.5

ZAARA - 2

Indie Hall - 2

Dario Forrester - 2

Emilia Rappaport - 2

Poppy Blackwell - 2

Olivia Bennett - 2

Vincent Barlowe - 3

Jackson Levine - 3

Tayo - 3

Jonah Chandler - 3

Ashton Katz - 3

Ryan Price - 3

Evageline Rappaport - 3

Cyrus Harper - 3

Stella Bennett - 3

Kamina Accardi - 3.5

Vivian Ford - 4

Billy Montgomery - 4

Evelyn Choi - 4

Jacob Hong - 4

Jameson Barlowe - 4

Elyssa Rappaport - 4

Kirian Clarke - 4

Johnny Harland - 4.5

Natasha Reynolds - 4.5

Cameron Abernathy - 4.5

Suri Hanan - 5

Claudia Bennett - 5

Levi Astor - 5

Jaesun Jhang - 5

Felix Valentine - 5

Milo Vernier - 5

Andrea Jansen - 5.5

Erica Rappaport - 6

Angelica Belmonte - 6

Desmond Barlowe - 6

Sebastian Jones - 6

Sienna Moon - 6

Callan Duffy - 6

Amar Serrano - 6

Maia Karim - 6

Isabella Monroe - 6.5

Quinn Woods - 6.5

Francisco Alves - 6.5

Spencer Barrett - 6.5

Birdee Serrano - 7

Cole Addams - 7

Austin Harper - 7

Joanna Martel - 7

Maxwell Harper - 7

Michael Whitlock - 7

Bonnie Walker - 7

Duke Harland - 7.5

Farrah Prince - 7.5

Ivan Morozov - 7.5

Leandro Ricci - 7.5

Simon Carlisle - 7.5

Elias Rappaport - 8

Greyson Addams - 8

Junior Do - 8

Noah Chang - 8

Everett Rappaport - 8

Saint Yamaguchi - 8

Carmen Blake - 8.5

Mia Harper - 8.5

Justice Scott - 8.5

Bryce Hansen - 8.5

Mitch Addams - 8.5

Everleigh Presley - 8.5

Dean Nichols - 8.5

Elijah Rappaport - 8.5

Penny Edgecombe - 9

Essence Woods - 9

Celeste Walters - 9

Elsa Bergstrom - 9

Caspian Quinn - 9

Valerie Park - 9

Dakota Barlowe - 9.5

Whitney Carlisle - 10

[lildoodlenoodle]

COD 141 Headshots, aka I’m practicing their faces

#I WARNED YOU #I ALREADY APOLOGIZED #my art #john mactavish #john soap mactavish #soap #simon riley #simon ghost riley #Arthur Klein #idk I made it up #König #Nikolai #John price #farrah karim #archer #toad #el sin nombre #alejandro vargas #Rudy #rodolfo parra #valeria garza #overwatch #kate laswell #gaz #kyle garrick #graves #phillip graves #los vaqueros #task force 141 #alex cod

[skybournerp]

“Sometimes the truth isn't good enough, sometimes people deserve more. Sometimes people deserve to have their faith rewarded.”

A B O U T

Name: Myriam Moussa Beckett Nickname: Myriam Age: Twenty Four Date & Place of Birth: February 14th, 1993 & Syracuse, NY Sexuality: Pansexual Pronouns: She/Her Faceclaim: Aiysha Hart Alternate FCs: Medalion Rahimi, Summer Bishil, Naomi Scott Status: TAKEN

M O R E

Major: BA in English + Biology; currently seeking Masters in Biochemistry Classification: 1st Year Graduate Student Occupation: Research Assistant Rank: Hero Power: Mental Projection Limitations: Her thoughts could go out of control causing unintentional disasters, especially if she is dreaming. Sleep deprivation affects abilities.

P E R S O N A L I T Y

+ driven, charismatic, reliable - methodical, pragmatic, passive

B I O G R A P H Y (tw: abuse)

Myriam always wanted to be a superhero. It was her dream and she grew up watching people fly around the world helping and saving people. She wanted that. She wanted to fly around the world and help and save people. She didn’t want the fame or the fortune. She wanted to make people’s lives better. That alone would be a reward. But, Myriam wasn’t a fighter. She couldn’t fight and combat these super villains with their death rays and mechanical minions. Her powers of mental projection never seemed to help her as she could never master her gifts and could never find anyone to help her. All hope to be a superhero seemed lost.

As Myriam got older, she was the top of her class. Her intellectual prowess was a force to be reckoned with and people knew she would go far. Many people loved her. She was beautiful, kind, driven, and highly intelligent. She had a loving boyfriend, a great relationship with her brother and the rest of her family, and a full ride to a Columbia. She had almost forgotten about her hopes and dreams of becoming a superhero and she believed that she could be a different kind of hero through science. For the time, her powers were dormant.

When Myriam was set to leave for college a full year ahead of her classmates, she decided to break up with her boyfriend. She wanted to focus on her studies rather than a relationship when she started at the prestigious Ivy League school. Her boyfriend didn’t take the break up lightly and his entire behavior towards her changed. He went from surprising her with flowers to showering her with threats, even going as far as laying a hand on her. It was something she was scared to go to her father or the police and something that her brother would not let slide.

Whenever Myriam went to sleep, she suffered from paranoia and nightmares, which immediately activated her mental projection powers. She unknowingly projected a dangerous version of herself that would spend the nights wreaking havoc. When she woke up, she wasn’t aware of what happened until she read the news of a dark, female figure dressed in leather robbing banks or beating down criminals. Myriam eventually noticed the potential connection and turned to Skybourne University. She opted to go to the specialized school for heroes rather than Columbia, believing Skybourne to be the better choice. They promised to give her the proper training and counseling and a chance to become the superhero she always wanted to be.

F A M I L Y

Sebastian Beckett (father - alive) Sara Moussa (mother - alive) Farrah Elmasry (step mother - alive) Karim Beckett (younger half brother - alive)

C O N N E C T I O N S

Karim Beckett: Even though Karim is younger than she is, Myriam has always appreciated that he looked after her. After she found out that Karim got revenge on her abusive ex, she decided it was time to go back to looking after him as it was her duty as his older sister. When he was arrested and sent to prison, she visited him as often as she could. Eventually, she was able to pull strings at Skybourne University and got him a scholarship and a place at the school.

Varun Kapoor: They’ve never had much of an actual conversation before but they met when Myriam first started at Skybourne. It began as polite chit-chat over late night coffee in the labs and has slowly turned into one or the other dropping off coffee for the other when seen working late in the lab.

#aiysha hart fc #hero rpg #university rpg #bio rp #lsrp #myriam beckett #abuse tw