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Situational Awareness

Synopsis: The boys get captured following a lead on Shepherd and it’s up to you to save them before its too late.

Relationships: Task Force 141 x Gender Neutral Reader (Platonic)

Word Count: 3.9K

Warnings: violence, swearing, mentions of blood/injuries

Note: someone said feral reader so here we are

Masterlist

You should have been with them. You weren't sure if it would have made any difference but you belonged with your team. The previous mission left you with a decent gash along your arm, just enough that you were benched for the current excursion. While the boys shipped out you worked overwatch with Laswell, gathering intel and guiding the boys in the field.

A lead on Shephard and the remnants of Shadow Company led the team to an abandoned factory compound. Throughout the mission, they were in constant contact with the base at least they were supposed to be. Gaz announced they were breaching another building and that was the last contact you received from them.

After a half hour of silence, Laswell started trying to pull up satellite images, anything that could shed light on what happened. Kate managed to get a drone to the area but there was nothing, like they disappeared without a trace.

Two weeks later you finally found something actionable. You led a small team to a safehouse Laswell discovered. After a bit of not-so-gentle persuading, the Shadows there gave up a set of coordinates.

As soon as you were back on base you practically ran to Laswell's office to give them to her. Much to your dismay, she didn't share in your urgency or so you thought.

"That will take too long!" You paced the room, shaking your head as you spoke.

"We can't go in blind, Y/n"

"If we wait any longer they'll all be dead if they aren't already." You stopped in front of her desk.

Laswell sighed and stared ahead at her computer. She had put the coordinates in and was looking at satellite images of the area. "We have their location that's good but it's not enough. We need to get a team together, find building schematics."

"You know as well as I do, not one of them will talk. As soon as Shepherd gets bored they will be killed."

"I can't authorize an op without more information. We need to surveil the building first. Figure out how many people are there, if Shephard is there." She stood from the desk, her tone shifting. "However, I am technically not your commanding officer."

She turned to face the window and you realized what she was doing. You quickly took a photo of the screen, making sure to capture each image before you stepped back.

"I understand." You spoke as she turned back around to face you. "You know how to reach me."

As you turned to leave Kate spoke once more. "Be careful, Y/n."

"I will."

-

It wasn't hard to formulate a plan, after all, you were recruited by Price for a reason. Your strategic thinking went almost unmatched and your propensity for stealth made you deadly. You waited for nightfall before sneaking off base with all the gear you'd need and some that packed a bigger punch.

The drive was tense as you got closer to your target, you stopped in a clearing a few miles north to avoid detection and hiked the rest of the way. No overwatch and no backup, you triple-checked your gear. There was no room for error here.

The two-mile hike seemed to pass in an instant, your feet carrying you on autopilot through the dark forest. Looking up at the building when it finally came into view you gathered what information you could. Three floors, unknown if there was a basement. One large receiving door and two entrances on the northern and western sides of the warehouse.

Your plan was to use stealth to take out as many Shadows as possible. Moving floor by floor looking for the boys. You knew you would inevitably be discovered, so you'd hoped at that point you would have found at least one of them and that they were in any condition to help you fight.

You decide to enter through the northern entrance. The first objective was to steal a uniform so you could move through the building easier. As you went you were to keep an eye out for weak points, places to set one of the many charges you had brought with you.  After tightening the straps of your vest and double-checking the C4 in your backpack, you readied yourself as you moved out of the tree line and toward the door.

Situational awareness. They practically beat it into in when you enlist, it could very easily be the difference between life and death. You thanked whatever high power was up there for granting you a natural affinity for the skill. You were on high alert each cell in your body buzzing, your highly trained eyes scanning the environment for threats.

Approaching the door you turned the handle slowly. Peeking in you checked both directions before entering fully.

The door opened to a long hallway that was empty as you entered. Slowly you moved in deeper, listening closely for movement. The familiar weight of the rifle in your hands was welcome as you delved further into unknown enemy territory.

The rifle however was simply to keep up apprentices while inside until all hell broke loose. Shooting it would attract every Shadow in the building to your presence. You had also attached a silencer to your sidearm but even still the shot could be heard if someone was close enough. Even if the noise wasn't heard, the blood would certainly be noticed. Snapping necks or choking them out was dangerous because you had to get up close but it was clean and quiet. Stealth takedowns are your best option for ensuring no one knew you were infiltrating the base until you wanted them to.

A single set of footsteps could be heard approaching from behind you so you ducked into a closet. Leaving the door open a crack you waited for the Shadow to be in front of it before pouncing. You grabbed him in a chokehold and dragged him back into the closet. He thrashed in your hold but not long before you had enough of a grip to snap his neck. He fell limp and you slowly guided his body down to the floor.

Lucky for you he seemed to be about your size so you made quick work of relieving him of his uniform. You momentarily removed your tac vest to put on the jacket with the Shadow Company emblem. Your vest was already black so it fit in with the uniform. It had seen you through countless missions, quickly becoming an extension of you. Price had given it to you when you joined the 141 and it has been with you ever since. You grabbed the gaiter and helmet next, adjusting them to fit properly over your face, effectively shielding your identity.

You strapped the dead man's rifle to your back for later and brought yours up as you exited the closet once more. Head held high you continued pushing forward.

Turning down the next hallway you paid close attention to the attached rooms. It was quiet, you couldn’t hear many voices if any. You didn’t have time to clear each room but some of the doors had windows allowing you to confirm those particular rooms were empty. You stashed that information in your mind for later.

Footsteps approached from in front of you but you held fast. A Shadow rounded the corner, not paying any attention to you. A plan quickly formed in your head. You waited until he passed you and was standing next to the door of one of the empty rooms before calling out to him.

“Excuse me,” He paused his walking and you approached so you were standing in front of him. “I seem to be a little lost, could you tell me where the armory is?” You lied.

He rolled his eyes and just as he was about to speak you lunged, maneuvering him into the empty room and kicking the door shut behind you. He fell lying on his stomach, so you straddled him and held his wrists against his back. "Where’s the 141?"

He gritted his teeth as he squirmed. "Fuck you, I’m not telling you shit.”

You tutted in his ear. “Is that really how you want this to go?”

“I’m dead either way." He grunted as he struggled beneath you.

“So you’re not entirely stupid then.” You shifted both of your positions so you were on the ground behind him, holding him firmly with your thighs as you pulled his arm at an awkward angle.

"You have a choice here." Your voice was low, calm. "I can kill you quickly and painlessly. Or," You tugged on his arm earning a groan from him. "I can make sure you bleed out nice and slow where no one will find you."

He grunted at the pressure before he spoke. "The Captain is in a cell on this level, south hallway with the Brit two doors down from him."

"What about the other two?" When he didn't answer right away, you pulled on his arm once more, popping it out of the socket.

He yelled in pain and you quickly brought a gloved hand over his mouth to muffle the noise.

You waited for the man to still before removing your hand. He spoke hurriedly as soon as the barrier was gone. "The Scot was being annoying so they pulled him out of his cell and brought him to the top floor. The big guy is there too."

"What's up there?" You shifted again, putting him in a chokehold.

"Interrogation."

“What about Shepherd?”

“He left a few days ago, I don’t know where.”

"Good boy." You patted his head before snapping his neck. You stood and dragged the body deeper into the room, out of view from the door. You planted some C4 in the room before readjusting your gear back into place. Stretching your neck you headed out of the room and toward the southern end of the building.

The building was large and you mentally kicked yourself for entering on the opposite side of where the boys were, not that you could’ve known. The long walk however did give you an opportunity to take out many of the patrolling Shadows as well as get a better idea of stairwells and possible escape routes.

Finally, you entered the hallway in question. There was only one guard stationed outside the doors. Obviously, they didn't think anyone would be stupid enough to storm their castle. You waited until you were right in front of the guard to pounce. Quickly reaching up and snapping his neck then lowering the body quietly to the floor. You pulled the keys off his belt, opened the door, and dragged the body in with you.

The cell was dimly lit and smelled strongly of blood. Price was chained to a chair in the middle of the room. He slowly raised his head looking at the dead Shadow then at you, a weary expression crossing his bloodied features. You pulled your mask down as you approached him.

"Y/n?" He spoke, voice horse.

"Nice to see you, Cap."

He paused squinting at you through a black eye as you unlocked his bindings. After you finished you hooked the keys back onto your vest and stood in front of him.

"Where's your team?" The Captain questioned, finally noticing no other soldiers were with you.

"My team went and got themselves captured."

Price grabbed your bicep as he stood. "Y/n, did you come here alone?"

"Didn't have a choice. You boys were running out of time and Laswell's hands were tied."

"Christ."

"I know, reprimand me later. Gaz is down the hall, Soap and Ghost are on the top floor." You handed him one of the guns you looted off a Shadow. "We're all we got."

He took the gun and nodded. "That's all we need."

You moved toward the Shadow you had just killed, quickly relieving him of his uniform and helmet then handing it to Price. "Can't have you breaking my cover just yet."

"As soon as we have everyone, we're blowing this place to high hell." He spoke as he got dressed, wincing when he tightened the vest over his chest.

"What d'ya thinks in my backpack?" You smirked.

"Remind me to separate you and Soap from now on."

"Aw come on, sir." You feigned offense as you stepped up to the door, pulling your mask back up and preparing to move. You pulled more explosives from your back, carefully affixing them to the wall.

With your back turned you couldn't see the small smile that crossed Price’s features as he looked at you, a sense of pride swelled in his chest. He pulled up his mask as he took position behind you. "Take point, kid."

"Copy." You opened the door, looking both ways before stepping fully out. Quickly you moved two doors down. You unhooked the keys from your vest and unlocked the door.

"I'll watch the hall." Price spoke, closing the door for you as you entered the room.

Gaz's cell was the same as Price’s; same dim light and metallic scent. You pulled your mask down and the scent hit you hard. Shaking it off you moved toward Gaz, his head was limp against his chest, slow breaths could be heard emanating from him.

"Gaz?" You kneeled down and set a hand on his shoulder as soon as you were close enough. Blood slowly trickled from his nose and you assumed it was broken by the new angle it was bent at.

"Come on Kyle, we gotta go." You gently shook him, a light groan left him as he woke.

Bleary eyes met yours as he regained consciousness, a smile forming from cracked lips. "My hero."

You rolled your eyes and smiled at him before gently removing the chains holding him in place and standing in front of him. "Can you stand?"

Tentatively he stood grabbing your shoulder for support. He squeezed his eyes shut for a moment before opening them, clearer than they were before. "Ready to roll."

The door opened and Price dragged a dead guard in with him. You felt Gaz tense next to you and realized Price still had his mask up, so you addressed him. “Having fun out there without me, Captain?”

Price pulled his mask down and looked toward Gaz who relaxed his grip on your shoulder. "Wouldn’t dream of it. Good to see you're still standing, Sergeant."

"You too, Cap." Gaz let go of you, rolling his shoulders back in preparation for the fight to come.

"Get dressed," You pointed at the Shadow Price just dragged in. "Soap and Ghost are on the top floor."

"Don't you have a squad with you?" Gaz questioned.

"No, they came by themselves." Price interjected.

"Badass." Gaz moved to high-five you.

Price grabbed Gaz's wrist before his hand could meet yours, placing the Shadow's uniform in it instead. "Don't encourage them."

You smiled sheepishly at Gaz as you moved back toward the door. "We should get moving. I've made a dent in their numbers but it's only a matter of time before someone finds the trail of bodies I've left and sets off some alarms." You pulled some C4 from your pack and affixed it to the wall next to the door. "Ready?"

"Got your back," Gaz spoke as he finished getting dressed. Price handed him the gun that the Shadow had been carrying. He pulled his mask back up and you and Gaz mirrored the motion.

You opened the door, the two men falling into step behind you. You lead them to one of the stairwells you’d noticed earlier, it would take you straight to the top floor. You didn’t want to prolong your stay here any longer, neither of the men with you would admit it but you could see the physical toll their time here had taken. They both moved cautiously and you could see a slight limp from Gaz.

After ascending the stairs, stopping a couple of times to plant explosives, you slowly approached the door. You peeked through the small window in the door. The top floor was much smaller than the rest, the door opened to a large room with one door situated to the right, and one guard stationed in front of it. He was a hulking figure, taller than Ghost but leaner. He stood between you and the room that held the rest of your team.

Years of sparring with Ghost had taught you how to fight an opponent who was stronger and bigger than you. He wanted to make sure you knew how to defend yourself in any situation. Mentally, you thanked him as you formed a plan of attack.

"Let me get him out of the way. Keep going," You unhooked the keys from your vest and handed them to Price. "Ghost and Soap should be through that door. As soon as I engage, move."

"Y/n-" Gaz began to protest but you cut him off.

"Neither of you are in any condition to fight him off and we can't make too much noise until we get through that door. That big fucker is the last thing standing between us and them. I'll be right behind you." You pulled three comms from your vest and handed one to Price and Gaz then put the other in your own ear. You pulled out two more and handed them to Price who tucked them into his pocket. "And if we're still doing our dance by the time you're done then I'll shoot him and we can blow these fuckers sky high."

“Shouldn’t I be giving the orders?” Price spoke with no real heat.

“I’m open to suggestions, I’m a just and fair tyrant.” You smiled and Price shook his head.

"We'll be fast," Gaz spoke up and patted your shoulder.

"You better." You spoke as you exited the stairwell and headed straight for the guard.

He stood up straighter as you got close, eyeing you incredulously. “No one is allowed up here. Name and rank?” He spoke, voice stern.

“Ah yes,” You stopped right in front of him. “Sergeant none ya business.” You smiled and could have sworn you heard Soap’s voice from the other side of the door.

“Who’s your commanding officer?” He raised his voice more, crossing his arms as he stared you down.

“That would be Captain kiss my ass.” This time you were sure you’d heard Soap laughing. Deciding not to further press your luck with the bantering you sent a swift kick into the man's crotch. It was a low blow sure but this was Shadow Company and they deserve far worse for their actions in Las Almas. He doubled over and you used your leverage to throw him to the side and away from the door.

“Now, Price!” You yelled into your comm. Quickly the pair ran from the stairwell and toward the door, unlocking it and heading inside.

Your opponent had recovered and lunged toward you, but easily you dodged. Kicking a leg out you knocked him off balance and onto the floor.

It was a momentarily lapse, your mind focused solely on the opponent in front of you, and you didn't notice the one that had just exited the stairs. A shot rang out, then a scream tore from your throat. The bullet lodged itself into your pelvis and you fell backward. The first guard lunged positioning himself on top of you and wrapping his hands firmly around your throat.

“Y/n what’s going on?” Price’s worried voice sounded in your ear but you couldn’t respond. Your body acted on pure instinct then, grabbing your sidearm and firing two shots. One for the man above you and one for the other, both bullets hitting their mark.

The Shadow fell limp on top of you, effectively knocking the wind out of your lungs. Your side screamed in protest at the weight but you were unable to move.

"Y/n, how copy?" Price's voice rang through your ear again as your vision began to blur. Strength slowly left your body as you tried to push the dead Shadow off of you to no avail.

Suddenly the weight was lifted off of you. Ghost and Price threw the Shadow to the side while Soap kneeled next to you. “Y/n you keep those pretty eyes open for me, aye?”

“Doing my best, Johnny.” You wheezed out, the fog quickly leeching into your mind.

He smiled softly at you. “I know.”

Ghost was staring at you behind his mask, worry creasing his eyes. “What’s our exfil?”

“There’s a truck two miles north of here in a clearing.” You spoke, wincing as Soap put pressure on your wound.

"Reinforcements?" Ghost questioned.

Price sighed, "Y/n came alone."

"Bloody hell." Ghost feigned disappointment, despite your current state, he was impressed.

"That's fuckin' badass." Soap beamed at you, squeezing your shoulder.

"That's what I said." Gaz smiled, wincing when he reopened his lip again.

"Stop encouraging them." Price shook his head as he spoke. “Ghost grab them let’s get the hell out of here.”

The conversion sounded further and further away as blood pooled beneath you. You used your last bit of energy to pull the detonator from your vest and handed it to Soap.

“Do the honors would ya?” You breathed out before the world went dark.

-

Heat radiating in your side brought you slowly to consciousness. Your brain struggled to regain traction in the fog that clouded it. The mission came back to you slowly, the fight, the gunshot, the boys. Panic set in, you didn’t know if they got out. Your eyes shot open as you sat up, violent dots danced in your vision and you could hear movement near you, something beeped incessantly to your right.

A familiar voice entered your ears. “Hey, you’re okay, I got you.”

Calloused hands settled on your shoulders, grounding you. The beeping slowed. “You’re in the hospital on base.”

Your eyes finally cleared and you could see Price standing next to your bed. He gently guided you to lay back down and that's when you noticed the rest of the team at the foot of your bed. Various bandages and bruises littered their bodies but they were alive.

You tried to speak but ended up coughing instead. Ghost appeared in front of you and silently handed you a glass of water with a straw.

“Did I miss a party?” You managed after wetting your throat, voice still hoarse.

“It seems we did.” Soap smiled patting your shin.

“How're you feeling?” Gaz asked.

You shrugged. “Good as I can I guess. Just glad everyone made it out.”

“You did good,” Price spoke. “But don’t ever do that again or I will sign your discharge forms myself.”

“Yes sir.” He smiled at you and patted your shoulder. You knew the statement came from a place of worry. Your infiltration could have easily gone a different route and you could have been sitting in the morgue right now.

Instead, you were surrounded by your found family.

A light atmosphere settled in the room, you watched content as the boys chatted amongst themselves. You laughed at the terrible jokes Ghost and Soap were telling each other. Smiled while Gaz and Price told the story of Gaz falling out of a helicopter for the millionth time. The 141 would live to fight another day and god help anyway who tried to stand in their way.

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[sinkovia]

Sexual themes, nsfw, smut, 18+.

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Johnny MacTavish who couldn't help but overhear the man next to him commenting on how stunning you looked. Casually glancing over to where he was looking.

Johnny MacTavish who can’t take his eyes off you as your body swayed sensuously to the beat of the music in the club, your hips swaying and your limbs flowing gracefully. The way your body moved in sync with the music was nothing short of mesmerizing.

Johnny MacTavish whose heart skips a beat when your gaze shifted, and your eyes met his. Your hips swayed in time with the music, and your eyes never left his as you closed the distance between you. You extend your hand, your fingers lightly grazing his. You led him onto the dance floor, where the music enveloped both of you.

Johnny Mactavish whose arousal grows thick in his pants as you turn around so you are flush against him. Your body pressed close, and the heat between you was thick as your ass slowly grinds on his hard arousal. His hands are low on your hips. The tent in his pants pushing against the curve of your ass made the heat between your legs unbearable. Slowly you turned in his embrace, your arms locked around his neck. Your soft lips leave kisses on his neck making his cock throb unbearably.

Johnny MacTavish whose lips smashed against yours as soon as you stepped into his house. In an instant, the both of you ripped each other's clothes off. You felt his tongue push past your lips, invading your mouth.

Johnny MacTavsh who kissed down your stomach until he reached your core, shoving his tongue deep inside you. You could hear the muffled groans escaping from him as he ate you out, the vibrations making it all the more pleasurable.

He moved his tongue continuously over your clit, sucking it raw until you were trembling. His hand moved from your thighs to your dripping hole, letting two fingers slide in.

A loud whine escaped your lips, he was groaning into your clit, enjoying this as much as you were. You felt every curve of his fingers as he stroked in and out of you. Fingers curling up, pushing against your gummy g-spot. You're pushed over the edge and your breathy moans fill the room as your orgasm washes through your body.

Your legs shook as he licked the slick dripping out of you with his tongue. You grab his chin and invade his mouth, tasting yourself on his lips. Reaching down you take his thick veiny cock in your hand, feeling him twitch and throb against your palm, he starts to buck into your hand for any friction.

You settle yourself between his legs, your eyes never leaving his as you drag your tongue slowly up his shaft. His breath hitched as your soft tongue came in contact with his hard length. He watches you take all of him in your mouth, the tip of his cock hitting the back of your warm wet throat.

He grunted out, his head falling back against his pillows. You finally got a good angle and began to quicken your pace, bobbing your head up and down quicker. You twisted your hand on his shaft as you came up and down. He was a groaning mess, his hand went to the back of your head as he began to buck himself deeper into your mouth.

The feeling of his cock dragging against your soft tongue, sinking in and out of your warm, wet mouth, was just too much to bear. He pulled out of your mouth and flipped you over, positioning yourself on all fours. You lowered your chest so it was flush against the bed, your ass up, your drenched cunt on full display for him.

He rubbed the head of his cock at your entrance, slowly pushing himself in. You were taking him inch by inch moaning into the pillow. He was thick, you felt yourself stretching to fit his size.

His hand moved to your hips, he loved the view of taking you from behind. He watched himself disappear repeatedly inside of you. Johnny could feel your body squeeze around him, your slick aiding the glide of his strokes as he set a cruel pace.

You moaned as he hit your soft gummy g-spot. He noticed the way your walls clenched around him and he tried to hit it every time. You were clawing at his pillows, the tip of his hard cock hitting your cervix with every cruel thrust of his hips.

You were getting drunk off the sound of his hips slapping against your ass, the lewd wet sounds of his cock beating into your cunt filling the room. He could feel your walls fluttering as you were nearing your climax and carrying him along with it.

Quickly he pulled out and flipped you over so you were lying on your back. He never broke eye contact as he grabbed your ankles, resting them on his shoulders as he pushed himself back into you.

You cried out in pure bliss as he thrusts into you deeper than before, his hips beating into your wet aching cunt, never faltering in their pace. He rammed into you over and over again, his grunting getting more frantic the closer he was to climax.

"Johnny I'm close" you softly moan out.

He could cum off the sound of your voice, the way you said his name sent him closer to the edge. You felt his dick pulsating against your walls, this was enough to trigger your own orgasm. Tears fell from the corners of your eyes, the intense waves of maddening pleasure completely overwhelming you as you came all over his thick meaty cock.

"Fuck Y/n"

The feeling of you clenching around his dick threw him over the edge, with one last deep thrust, he climaxed. His vision blurred as he pumped his white pearly cum into your soaking cunt, rocking his hips with the last of his energy as he drained himself in you. He slumped next to you on the bed, the both of you trying to catch your breath.

"Can I see you tomorrow?" You say smiling, curling yourself next to him. Resting your head on his muscular chest.

"Hell lass, I'd be a damn fool to pass ya up on that.

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YOU SAID YOUVE 'ALREADY READ ALL THE ONES ON HERE AND AO3'? hello pls rec them i eat up parental dynamics for breakfast lunch and dinner (am currently starving)

I HAVE :3 HERES SOME RECS: literally anything by this person, esp in their grim au, this fic was just the first one i found in my likes -- inner child by meatonfork

situational awareness by mactavsh, reader saves the 141 by themselves!

right behind you by mactavsh, giving recs is actually making me realize how many fics i have liked by them LMAO this one is just ghost but its good trust me

platonic hcs w/ roach and ghost by issdisgrace, love this one, i never see any fics with roach--which is hypocritical of me bcs ive never written any with roach BUT ITS DIFFERENT OKAY

whats so funny? by euovennia, youngest member!reader and doesnt understand why they find stupid things funny!task force 141

as long as im here by kypticcafe, I LOVE THE TROPE IN THIS ONE!! youngest sibling type reader is always my fav (is it because im 14 and view all the cod chars as my moms/dads/older siblings? maybeeee)

i wouldve bookmarked the ones i found on ao3 but i disliked all of them :< no hate to those authors i couldnt find any gn reader ones that had absolutely no romance or flirting or anything and also werent dd:dne!

#cod #cod hcs #hcs #task force 141 #platonic taskforce141 #ao3 authors do better #THAT WAS A JOKE #OBVIOUSLY #love ao3 writers #just wish there was more platonic fics on there :<

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Hello! Welcome to my Call of Duty Masterpost!! If you happen to see this, this is a masterpost of various Call of Duty fanfics and masterlists that I have come across from different authors. If you are one of these authors and do not want your work shared here, please message me. Other than that, please enjoy and check in often as this is continuously being edited.

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The Answer by iamcalmdammit (part 2 of Sleepless Night)

Mr-mandalorian fic Ghost x Reader

Now you see ‘em, now you don’t by stararch4ngell4dy including part 2,3

Ghost x Artist!Reader by horrorisunknowntoyou

Negative Ghost(rider) by randomshitwhore

Affirmative Ghost(rider) by randomshitwhore

Caught in the Spider’s Web by catharsisfire

The Spider’s Bite by catharsisfire

Hot Showers by crimsonbubbles (part 1 is linked in this second part)

Cold Heart, Warm Hands by preciouslandmermaid (part 2 included)

In Love with Johnny’s Girl by dimepdf

Arañita by danirizz

Making König flustered by theoutlawfaleena

Kissing König Headcanon by theoutlawfaleena

you get me closer to god ghost x reader by munsonsins

sleepless ghost x reader by ppinkvvitch

threesome with ghost and soap by h0rnyauth0r

tattoos ghost x reader by vcnillazelda

ruthless ghost x reader by sweetnothingtm

Voice Kink ghost x Reader by sweetnothingtm

Ghost x Doctor!Reader by a-edgar-allan-hoe

Showering Together for the first time multiple x reader by judethejudas

Time Off multiple x POC!Reader by niawritesbs

Baby Blues Price x Reader by halcyone-of-the-sea

Let Me Lean on You Price x Reader by halcyone-of-the-sea

Enemies to Lovers multiple x reader by ghostbabyboii

141 Taskforce x genz!Reader headcanons by sant-riley

Big Bear König x Reader by pettyprocrastination

How they react to you wearing their shirt multiple x reader by drunkwater

Holding Hands with Task Force 141 by holdmyhand

#cod masterpost

[mactavsh]

Okay, hear me out! Headcanons where reader is just a complete sweetheart, always sees the light at every tunnel and the good in every person. A little naive and a little too trusting. Prior to meeting Task Force 141, reader and Graves knew each other first and he’s been kind of a mentor to her, knowing how easy she is to lie to, Graves uses it to his advantage. And like, when the moment comes where Graves and Shepard betray the 141 reader is literally heart-broken and they become Uber protective and just, comforting her in the only ways they know how while she’s still processing the hows and why’s of everything — just a sad little innocent ball of joy suddenly becoming the gloomiest thing ever, oh no. The angst, I beg of you.

oooooh this is good stuff anon

relationships: Task Force 141 x Gender Neutral Reader (Platonic)

warnings: depression

Shadow Company was where you found out you had a knack for this line of work. Graves hand-picked you for the team and quickly became a mentor to you.

You trusted every commanding officer fully, especially Graves. Following every order to a T., you always fell into the role of the person on the team everyone could count on.

You eventually moved on from Grave’s team and found yourself on Price’s radar. After vetting your skills he recruited you for the 141. Immediately you fell into step with all of them.

You all became close, each one becoming a brother to you. You always made sure each of them was taken care of.

On the days when Ghost was especially lost within his thoughts and began to isolate, you made sure he still took care of himself.

You made sure Gaz ate consistently when he was too wrapped up in research.

Soap knew your door was always open because you knew he hated being alone.

Prevented Price from pulling consistent all-nighters or brought him coffee when it couldn’t be helped.

You trusted each of them with your life and they fiercely protected you from harm. There were no secrets between you and the boys. Your history with Graves was partially why Shepard choose Shadow Company to aid the 141 in Mexico.

The rainy night of Grave’s betrayal becomes a dark spot staining your memories of your former mentor and permanently altering how you saw the world.

Once you were all safe, long after the fight in Las Almas and Grave’s death you all returned to base and the boys notice immediately the change in you.

You isolated yourself, they never saw you come out of your room unless it was for a meeting. Typically after meetings, the room was filled with your ramblings but now you left as soon as dismissed, deep bags had grown under your eyes.

Ghost recognized the look in your eyes and tried to mirror what you do for him. He cooked you food and left it outside your door, worry only growing when he walked passed the next day to find it all untouched.

Soap knocked on your door in an attempt to get you to come out. He offered to put on your favorite movie or let you beat him at Uno but he was met with no response.

Gaz brought some of your favorite snacks and electrolyte drinks setting them next to the food Ghost left for you, hoping to find at least one of the drinks gone the next time he passed by.

After a week of the team continuing like this, Price decided to take action. He knew you would resent him at first but he couldn’t watch you waste away. He barged into your room, insisting you get your thoughts out.

You wanted to be mad at him but the worry in his eyes made your walls crumble. Hours passed as you sobbed, Price held you the entire time. Promising to never put you in that position again.

Things returned almost back to normal after his intervention. You stopped isolating yourself as much but you were noticeably colder on missions. Each member of the team vowed to bring the light back to your eyes, not one caring how long it would take.

#task force 141 x reader (platonic) #task force 141 x reader #tf 141 x reader #cod headcanons #mw2 #cod #mw2 headcanons #mactavsh

[mactavsh]

Right Behind You

Synopsis: Ghost tried to keep his distance from the youngest member of the 141, it did not work.

Relationships: Simon “Ghost” Riley x Gender Neutral Reader (Platonic)

Word Count: 2.2K  

Warnings: violence, swearing, mentions of blood/injuries

Note: this was my first request and I am so excited it may have run away from me, please enjoy!

Masterlist

Task Force 141 is an unstoppable force. The team effectively works as one unit squashing any threat in its path. Sergeant Y/n L/n is the youngest member of the task force. You rose quickly through the ranks landing yourself on Price's radar. It had been a few years since Price added you to the team and you had quickly become the heart of the group.

The task force had been sent to the Urals, a Russian mountain range, to infiltrate a base Laswell had located nestled within the forest there. In the hunt for General Shephard, Laswell had been sending you to any and all Shadow Company bases she could get the coordinates of.

You sat on a stack of crates in the old warehouse the team was currently calling their base. The sun had just set, and the sound of distant insects echoed through the broken windows. Price, Gaz, and Soap have huddled around a small table a few feet away. The trio was meticulously going over mission details and you absent-mindedly listened. 

Ghost stood next to you arms crossed and leaning on the crates, the height of your perch meant you could see the top of his head. The way the top of his mask was stitched piqued your curiosity. 

"How did you sew this?" You leaned over poking at the careful stitching that curved over the top of his head. 

"With needle and thread." Ghost spoke matter-of-factly. 

You scoffed at the lieutenant. "No seriously, did you sew it while you were wearing it? It's so snug."

"Sergeant you paying attention?" Price raised his voice so you could hear him. 

"Aye, I've been here the whole time."

"Not you, Soap." Price responded in an exasperated tone as Gaz snorted.

Ghost looked over at you, his eyes squinting a moment before he silently left to join the others. 

"Aw, come on!" You jumped off the crates and followed behind him. Approaching the table you squeezed yourself in between Ghost and Soap. Price stared at you with a thinly veiled look of disappointment as he waited to continue his briefing. Soap ruffled your hair as soon as you were close enough and you to tried to swat his hands away.

The captain pinched the bridge of his nose and then continued. “Listen up. Alpha team; Myself, Soap, and Gaz, will clear the first floor.” He spoke as he pointed at a set of blueprints spread on the table. The first floor of the building was substantial, many rooms were scattered along the perimeter with larger rooms situated in the middle. He then shifted the paper to the next page showing a much smaller second floor. “Bravo team; Ghost and Y/n, will climb up here and enter through the balcony then clear the second floor. The officer's quarters are supposed to be these rooms so, look for anything useful. Remember, this is Shadow Company, they are highly trained idiots so watch each other’s six. From what Laswell can tell, they're still on Shepard's payroll. Any questions?”

The question was met with a chorus of No Sirs and Price nodded. “Check your gear we move out in an hour.” The Captain spoke before stepping away.

Ghost moved silently to a corner of the room where his vest was, you quickly on his heels. He grabbed his vest off the floor and swiftly buckled himself in. The weight of the garment like an old friend.

“You never answered me.” You spoke as you stood next to him.

The lieutenant simply grunted in response. He put his hands on your shoulders and then gently turned you around. Meticulously he checked over the gear packed on your vest before patting your shoulder twice signaling you were good to go.

“Kid,” He sighed. “why the hell would I sew it while I was wearing it?”

“Dunno,” You shrugged looking up at the large man.

He gave an exasperated sigh again, something you heard often from him. As much as he pretended to be annoyed at your presence he had grown to enjoy your company. As did the whole team. You were by far the most lighthearted of the group, followed closely by Soap, and the team found solace in the levity you brought after hard missions.

The two of you fell into light conversation as you waited. Eventually, Soap and Gaz joined in and the conversation quickly devolved.

“You did what?” Gaz looks at you incredulously after you finished telling a story from your childhood.

“Wanted to be like Batman.”

Soap laughed. “So you tackled a kid who stole your fruit snacks.”

“I don’t see the problem, MacTavish.” You smirked as you responded.

“Got what they deserved sounds like.” Ghost spoke with a vague tone of pride lacing his response.

“Aye, sure did.” Soap's laugh echoed through the room once more.

“Time to go.” The captain's voice halted all other conversations. You all fell into step behind the captain as he led the way outside and toward the jeep. Pilling into the vehicle you all began readying yourselves. Silence filled the vehicle as Price drove, stopping just a mile away from the location he parked within the woodline. From there you trekked through the dark forest, the only sound heard was the whistling of the wind as the group expertly traversed the terrain. 

The building eventually came into view through the trees and if you hadn't known better you would have assumed it was abandoned. There were no exterior floodlights, the only light emitting from the building came from a few windows littered along the exterior. 

Soap raised his sniper rifle and peered through the scope. “No guards on the roof. The people I can see through the windows seem to be minding their business.”

“Good, won’t see our approach.” Price spoke adjusting his grip on his rifle. “This is where we break off. Bravo team, we will radio when we breach that's your cue.”

“Copy. Let’s party big guy.” You spoke as you broke off from the group, following right behind Ghost as he lead the way toward your breach point. The two of you quickly approached the side of the building, sticking close to the wall to stay in the shadows. Ghost expertly threw a rope up and anchored it for you both to climb up as soon as Price gave the go-ahead.

As you waited your eyes settled on the sky. The stars peppered the darkness and you could vaguely make out the misty outline of the milky way. If the area wasn’t about to become a hot zone, it would have been a beautiful spot to set up camp.

“Breaching.” Gaz’s voice over your earpiece brought you back to the present.

“Copy.” Ghost responded to Gaz before he knelt next to you, putting his hands together so he could give you a boost. You stepped your boot into his offered hands and deftly jumped as he pushed. You grabbed the rope up high and climbed the rest of the distance quickly maneuvering yourself back into the shadows once you were topside. 

Ghost was on the balcony seconds later, gun at the ready. He nodded toward you as he moved to open the balcony door. The only light filtering in the room was from the single overhead light. Slowly he moved deeper into the room scanning each side for anyone.  When he was satisfied that the room was clear he turned to you, pointing toward a desk situated against the wall. “Check the drawers.”

“On it.” You dropped your rifle to your side and moved to sit on the large leather chair that was situated behind the desk in question. Your eyes quickly searched the loose papers for keywords: Shepherd, Laswell, 141, your codenames, anything that could be remotely useful. You grabbed a few pages and folded them before tucking them away into your vest. 

You moved out from behind the desk and toward the door. Raising your weapon to the ready position you settled behind Ghost. He moved his hand onto the door knob while you set a hand on his shoulder to signal you were ready to move.

He slowly opened the door peeking to each side before stepping into the hallway. You followed right behind him. There were two other doors, one on the left and one on the right. Ghost held a hand up to signal to the right and you acknowledged, falling into step behind him as he pushed forward.

The smell of cigarette smoke gently wafted out from under the door. As you both prepared yourself to meet resistance, you placed your hand on the door nob. Meeting his eyes he nodded, signaling you to open the door. Quickly you pushed it open as he breached firing off three silenced shots before you even entered. The men who once occupied the room now lay in pools of their own blood. Silently you shut the door before taking in the room around you. 

Moonlight filtered in from the windows on the far wall casting an eerie glow to the room. A small lamp on the desk illuminated the computer one of the now-deceased officers had been using. You thanked your lucky stars that your ambush worked - the officer didn't have time to lock the device. Your fingers quickly pressed the keys as you scoured every file. Smiling to yourself you pulled a thumb drive from your vest and plugged it in.

“This thing's a damn gold mine.”

“Just be quick about it, still have one room to clear.” Ghost’s voice was as low as he positioned himself by the door.

A few minutes passed before the screen signaled it was done with the file transfer. You pulled the thumb drive and stashed it in your vest alongside the papers you had previously found. 

“All set.” You stood moving to resume your position behind Ghost.

You both moved back into the hallway and toward the final room. The sound of gunfire began echoing up the stairwell that connected the two floors and a pit of worry settled in your stomach. Just then, Price’s voice crackled over your earpieces. "Bravo team, we're meeting heavy fire. What's your status?" 

“Almost clear up here.” Ghost responded to the captain.

Movement caught your eye from the stairwell just as Ghost was passing by it. Time slowed as you saw an enemy soldier come into view and raise their gun toward Ghost. On instinct, you lunged forward pushing him out of the way as the soldier fired. Hot searing pain rippled along your back as you fell onto Ghost.

The lieutenant quickly regained his footing, spinning around to fire one shot into the stairwell negating the threat. He grabbed you gently pushing you back into the first room you had come in through.

“What the hell were you thinking?” Ghost’s voice contained a mixture of anger and worry. He gently turned you so he could see the wound. The bullet had grazed your back along your shoulderblade, he grabbed some gauze from his med bag and set it on top of the wound tucking it into the straps of your vest to keep it in place. He squeezed your other shoulder in a silent apology as you winced from the pressure. Turning you back around he spoke more sternly. “You could have been killed.”

Under his intense gaze, you felt so small. Ghost was the type of man to put everyone's well-being before his own, you knew that you had scared him though he would never outwardly say so. “I’m sorry, but I was not going to let you get killed.”

Ghost shook his head. “Don’t do that again. I’m supposed to protect you, kid.”

“No guarantees big guy. Someone has to look out for you too.” You look up at him with a mischievous grin.

The large man sighed, he knew arguing with you would be futile. “You good to keep going?”

“Affirmative.”

Ghost stared at you for a moment, the expression in his eyes something you couldn't quite read. “Stay behind me.” He spoke simply before he raised his weapon and motioned for you to follow.

The final room was luckily empty and you found a few more documents that might be useful. With the second floor clear, you and Ghost moved to join the others.

“Alpha team, the second floor is clear we’re coming to you.” You spoke into the radio as you and Ghost descended the stairs. 

“Copy, about time you joined the party.” Soap’s voice sounded tired as he responded but still carried his signature teasing.

You made quick work of any soldiers you passed while moving to rejoin the team. Once the team was whole again, the base was clear not long after. You gathered any more intel you could find then the team exited and began their trek back to the jeep. Their makeshift base was a welcome sight, once inside everyone looked for a hopefully semi-comfortable position to get some sleep while Ghost offered to take first watch.

You had fallen asleep on Soap’s shoulder, the sergeant was still awake working in his journal but careful not to move too much. Ghost's eyes settled on you, the innocent look on your face only served to solidify his protective nature toward you. He would never admit it, but something changed within Ghost that day. Death had always been something on his radar but seeing it creep up onto yours filled him with worry. He made a new promise to himself that day - he would sacrifice his life for yours.

#simon ghost riley x reader #simon ghost riley #simon riley x you #simon ghost riley x you #simon riley x reader #mactavsh #simon ghost riley x reader (platonic)

[mactavsh]

Watching Over

Synopsis: Price tries to keep you awake while captured.

Relationships: Father Figure!Captain John Price x Female Reader, John “Soap” MacTavish x Female Reader

Word Count: 1.5K

Warnings: violence, swearing, mentions of blood/injuries

Note: Debated posting this one because it is quite self serving, but maybe someone else needs their fictional father figure to tell them they're proud of them too. The title was inspired from this song.

Masterlist

If it was an Intel mission that required a certain level of finesse, Laswell always knew who to send. You and Captain Price worked seamlessly after the many years of training he'd given you. He scouted you early on in your career quickly becoming a mentor in your eyes. He had also easily fallen into a paternal role, unbeknownst to him. 

However, Laswell knew how Price had a habit of adopting kids. As a joke, she kept a running list of his “next of kin”. It started with you and has grown over the years to include Gaz, Soap and Ghost. 

The mission required the two of you to go completely dark, Laswell was sending you to Mexico at the behest of Alejandro. You would both have to be in zero contact until the mission was complete. You both understood the gravity of the situation - there would be no backup.

You were given a month to track down an emerging cartel that was responsible for a rise in weapons trading. Los Vaqueros couldn’t yet make a move against them so Alejandro reached out to Laswell and Price for assistance. 

When you landed in Mexico you had a brief meeting with Alejandro and Rodolfo to learn what they knew. After that you and Captain Price set out to see what you could find. By then end of your first week you had figured out the names of the higher ups and the locations of a few meeting spots.

However, when you had gone to infiltrate the meeting, there were more men than expected. The two of you certainly made quite a dent in their numbers but were eventually overpowered. You had been knocked out by someone who snuck up behind you. Price heard you fall and was distracted just long enough for someone to sneak up behind him, subsequently knocking him out next.

When you woke up you were both chained to metal chairs. You were situated on opposite sides of the room but facing each other. The cold metal dug painfully into your ribs with every breath. There were no windows, no way to tell how long you had been there.

Hours blurred into days then weeks. The daily torture had worn the both of you down. They gave you just enough food to keep you alive and looking at how Price’s features had grown sunken in you assumed yours had as well. 

They had learned early on the dynamic between you two as much as you both tried to remain stoic, so they focused their torture on you hoping it would get Price to talk. What they didn't realize was that both Price and you would sooner die than tell them anything.

You were sure the check-in date Laswell had set had long since passed and you could only imagine the hell Soap, the 141, and Los Vaqueros were raising trying to find out what happened. 

Your captors had just left after another bout of torture trying to get information out of both of you. Bruises began blooming on Price’s bare chest, emerging blue and red tones mixed with already yellow spots. Your arms sported new deep gashes atop barely healed scar tissue. Blood slowly trickled down your arms as your chest heaved. Your mind was dizzy from the pain and it was taking everything in you to stay awake.

“Stay with me, kid.” Price spoke from the other side of the room voice even and calm as it always was.

“I refuse to die at the hands of some random fuckin’ cartel member.” Your voice was firm despite the exhaustion you felt.

“That's my girl.” Price's chest swelled with pride that turned to worry as your head lolled downward. “Tell me about why you joined.”

You groaned and slowly brought your head back up to squint over at him. “Haven't I already?”

“You like to call me an old man.” He smirked, ”I forgot, tell me again.”

You huffed, if your brain wasn’t so foggy you would have immediately realized it was a tactic to keep you awake. “My dad served, his dad served, felt like I had to keep the legacy going. My grandfather also said I’d never outrank him so I had to prove him wrong.”

“That why you’re my youngest Staff Sergeant?”

“You bet your ass it is.”

Price forced out a laugh. “Out of spite, eh?“

“It’s how I do most things.”

“He still around? Your grandfather?”

“Passed a year or so after I was promoted.”

“Sorry to hear that.”

You shrugged as best you could with the chains restricting your movement. “He lived a long happy life.” Price didn’t press further about your family, he knew your parents were also passed and you didn’t have any siblings. The 141 had become your found family and he was happy that you were no longer alone. 

“You remember the day we met?” Price pressed, trying to keep you awake.

“Yeah,” You breathed out, exhaustion dancing in the corner of your eyes. “you called me a muppet.”

Price smiled recalling the day. “You looked bloody ridiculous under all that gear. Five feet tall wearing gear in Ghost’s size.”

“My CO did it on purpose when we got word you were coming to scout recruits for some secret spy shit. He wanted his golden boy to be picked.”

“Bastard's plan failed. When I saw you running the course like that I knew you were the best for the job.”

You looked down at your feet, you weren’t sure you could ever put into words how thankful you were for all he's done for you. “Thank you, for choosing me. You pulled me out of a dark place that day though I didn't see it at the time.”

“You’ve got nothing to thank me for. Hell, you’ve saved my life more times than I can count. I’m proud of you, Y/n. You’re a whole lot more than you give yourself credit for.”

You weren’t sure if it was the praise or the blood loss but tears began to well in your eyes and you were powerless to stop them.

“When we get out of here we are going on leave.” The Captain’s voice was firm, an unofficial order.

“That so? Don’t think my husband would let me go on holiday with another man.” You joked half-heartedly, the day you told Price you were officially dating Soap he had called the sergeant into his office. An hour passed before you saw either of them again and for a week after that Soap could barely make eye contact with the captain. When you and Soap had gotten married it was Price who walked you down the aisle. 

Price rolled his eyes. “All of us. Been too long since we had a day we weren’t fighting for our lives.”

“Would be nice.”

“Thinkin' a lakeside cabin deep in the woods. I’m going to teach everyone how to fish-” Just then the sounds of distant explosions rocked the room you were in. Concrete dust fell into your lap and you stared at it for a moment.

“I hope that's our favorite demolitions expert.” You spoke as you looked back up at Price.

“Wonder how they found this shithole.”

“Alejandro?” You proposed as another explosion sounded, this time closer.

“Maybe. These idiots probably got cocky and sent some bloody ridiculous ransom note to Los Vaqueros.” 

The sound of gunshots grew near, gradually getting louder until they stopped altogether. Price looked at you then you both looked at the door. What felt like an eternity passed until the door was broken open. A familiar masked face entered, gun at the ready until his eyes settled on the room’s occupants.

“Bloody hell,” Ghost said as he dropped his weapon and pressed the button on his communication device. “I’ve got Price and Y/n. Second-floor northwest corner.” He grabbed the bolt cutters off his back and moved towards you, quickly snapping the chains that were holding you in place. He put a hand on your shoulder and you grabbed his forearm, both gently squeezing the other before letting go, a silent reassurance. He then stood and moved toward Price to free him.

You stayed seated and rubbed your wrists, you knew if you stood now the blood loss would likely make you pass out. The sounds of footsteps in the hallway made your body tense before Soap’s frantic form stepped through the doorway.

“Thank fuckin’ Christ.” Soap spoke as he ran toward you. He kneeled in front of you, gently placing his gloved hands on either side of your face. He rubbed his thumb along your cheek, careful of the small cut there. “You alright, love?”

You stared into his eyes for a moment, basking in the blueness that had come to feel like home. A tired smile crossed your face as you leaned into the gentle touch. “Better now.”

Soap smiled back and you and then slowly helped you stand. He kept a gentle hold on your arm as you regained your equilibrium. After you were sure you weren't going to pass out you walked over to Price, immediately wrapping your arms around him.

“We made it, old man.” You spoke into his chest.

Price placed his chin on your head and gently rubbed his hand along your back. “Knew we would, kiddo.” 

Bonus:

“Should I be jealous?” Soap whispered jokingly to Ghost as they watched the exchange.

“Shut the fuck up, Soap.” Ghost rolled his eyes before swatting the back of Soap’s mohawk.

#captain john price #john price #captain john price x reader #john price x reader #john soap mactavish #john soap mactavish x reader #soap mactavish #soap mactavish x reader #mactavsh

[mactavsh]

anon here again! so, i’m not sure if you do headcanons but if you do can i request something with the reader and (you guessed it) ghost share a familia type bond? kinda like the last thing i requested but more - domestic i guess. like, they have matching masks and reader makes him little friendship bracelets or whatever. just a bunch of cute shit. in other words, mean one soft for nice one.

my dear anon I love the way your brain works. I've never done headcanons but these were fun!!

Relationships: Simon “Ghost” Riley x Gender Neutral Reader (Platonic)

Warnings: none, fluff!!

As soon as the two of you met, Ghost took a shine to you. He wasn't really sure why at first. Some days he found you to be too loud, but then he realized, you reminded him of his brother.

Every mission he was right behind you, watching over you. Never one without the other.

On a particularly dangerous one, he gave you one of his balaclavas to protect your identity (he definitely didn't laugh at how big it was on your head).

On base he always made sure you ate, he made double whatever he was cooking himself and wordlessly handed you some. He knew you would at times pick off his plate anyway.

Even on base, he would watch over you. He enjoyed watching you do mundane tasks and helping if needed (mostly helping you reach things off high shelves).

You had a knack for weaving paracord bracelets, you’d given one to each member of the team. Red for Soap, green for Price, and yellow for Gaz. You were saving a special purple paracord to make one for him. 

When you finally made his he froze, unsure of how to react to the nice gesture. He patted you on the head, muttered a thank you, and left. You knew exactly what he was trying to convey.

Ghost wasn’t usually much for bracelets, but this one never left his wrist.

While on leave you made sure to meet with Ghost often so he wasn’t alone, he never argued. You never made him go anywhere too public - opting for short hikes, movie nights, or a picnic with takeout.

Movie nights are his favorite, he's a massive fan of popcorn. He makes his own kettle corn.

You usually try to always pick a new movie to watch, but on nights when you're overwhelmed with choice, you always throw on old faithful: The Princess Bride.

He often falls asleep on the couch these nights, it's the best sleep he gets.

“Hey big guy, you’re missing the best part.” 

“Inconceivable.” He’d mutter while half asleep.

#simon ghost riley x you #simon ghost riley #simon ghost riley x reader (platonic) #simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley x you #simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley headcanons #mactavsh #asks

[mactavsh]

Whispers of You

Synopsis: Simon pushes you away.

Relationships: Simon “Ghost” Riley x Female Reader

Word Count: 1K  

Warnings: break ups, pregnancy, death, angst...sorry

Masterlist

Simon was complicated. You knew that when you met him. Through the blinders of love, you thought that you could make it work. That you could break through his walls and pull him into the light.

That day it had been raining, the kind of rain that made you want to curl up by a fire and stay there until it stopped. The town looked even bleaker now. The glow of the full moon guided you and Simon down the alley and back to the safe house.

The last mission had gone about as well as they normally do. You two had gotten momentarily separated. During that time you’d been minorly injured but something in Simon changed.

He stopped walking suddenly and you almost bumped into him.

“What’s wrong?” Your question was met with silence. You patiently waited, you knew he had trouble articulating his thoughts at times.

After an agonizingly long pause, he spoke but you found yourself wishing he hadn’t. His silence was better than the words he uttered next. “We can’t do this anymore.”

You weren't sure if it was more to protect you from him or to protect himself from you. You worked hard to build trust with him but deep down you knew it wasn't an issue of trust that brought the two of you here.

He was scared, the thought of watching you die was more painful than breaking things off with you. So he pushed. Simon pushed you away from the beacon of death that Ghost was, that Simon is. Knowing you were safe elsewhere would be worth the pain of your absence.

“Simon,” You looked up at him, tears mixing with the rain. “Please don’t do this.”

“It’s better this way.” Were the last words you ever heard from him. He left, continuing the trek back to the safe house alone.  

You weren't sure how long you stood there, your numb body unable to move, to process what had just happened. The incessant rain soaked you to your bones but you didn't feel it, couldn't feel it. The ache in your heart outweighed all else.

Soap eventually found you, the empathetic look in his eyes told you he knew what had happened.

You resigned from the 141 that same night telling Price that Ghost needed to be there, you could find other work. He desperately wanted to argue but instead told you his door was always open should you need anything. You thanked him and left silently into the night, boarding the first flight back home.

The sickness you felt in the coming days you were quick to attribute to exposure. When it didn’t pass after a week you finally dragged yourself to the doctor. You sat in the exam room alone for what felt like hours, certain it was just an aggressive bug.

The diagnosis you received instead shattered your world. Pregnant was all you made out between the ringing in your ears.

Some time had passed and it had finally become real, you found out you were having a boy. You knew he needed to know, so you sent a letter to the base. You addressed it to Price knowing if you sent it directly to Ghost he may never open it.

Deep down you hoped it would make him change his mind, that it would bridge the distance he had put between you.

You never lost hope that he would come back.

Not until years later when Captain Price showed up at your door. He looked older, gray hairs peppering his beard, but his eyes still held the same kindness they always had. Only now, in the dim light of your porch, there was something more behind them. Something you never wanted to face.

He pulled out an envelope, on the front written in Simon’s handwriting was your name. He handed it to you, clasping his other hand on top of yours as you grabbed it.

“He wanted you to have this.”

You stared at the envelope sure it would disappear, sure that this wasn't real. A dark spot appeared on the material and you realized you had begun to cry.

“How.” The word came out in a whisper, you weren’t sure you even wanted an answer.

Price shook his head. “He didn’t suffer.” Was all he said as he began reaching into his pocket, Simon’s dog tags dangled from his fingertips as he held them out to you. Gingerly you took them, pausing for a moment before slipping them around your neck.

“The boys and I are in town for a few days. If you need anything-”

“I know, I’ll call.” Your eyes met his, it was the first time you had ever seen a tear fall from the stoic man. You stepped forward, grabbing him toward you and hugging him tightly. He returned, rubbing his hand along your back.

“Ma, who’s that?” Your son spoke from behind you and as you pulled away you could practically see Price’s heart shatter. 

Price was the first to know about your pregnancy and was the one that handed Ghost your letter. He had always sent gifts on birthdays, and you’d sent him many pictures over the years. But this was the first time Price had met him. The toddler looked just like Simon.

“An old friend, Thomas. I’ll be right in” You called to your son and watched as he ran into the kitchen and out of sight.

“Kid looks just like him.” Price spoke breathlessly, eyes still planted where your son had appeared behind you.

“They have the same eyes.” You spoke sadly.

Price left not long after, making you promise to call if you needed them. You made dinner for your son, the tasks done on autopilot as grief began working its way into your body.

You held it together until after you tucked your son in, leaving his room you made your way to yours. The emotions finally crashed into you as soon as you closed the bedroom door. You sobbed for hours, quite screams leaving your throat hoarse. A piece of you died that day, the piece of you that was Simon. A piece you’d never recover.

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[mactavsh]

i am yet again in your inbox. i am gripping you by the shoulders with my teeth bared. anyway, if it’s not too much to ask could i possibly get some platonic task force 141 headcanons where they’re like, just getting off a mission and are stressed and reader just sings for them and takes all the weight off their shoulders with their voice. me likes, me likes.

ask and you shall receive, hope you like!

Relationships: Task Force 141 x Gender Neutral Reader (Platonic)

Warnings: swearing, fluff

Everyone was exhausted after another successful mission, Price decided to get a fire going at the little cabin you were waiting for evac in.

It started with just him sitting on a rickety lawn chair until Gaz joined, then Soap, you, and finally, Ghost. Light conversation filling the air.

Gaz had found an old radio, the local station came through in waves. The host spoke quickly in Spanish in-between songs.

The melodies blended well with the gentle whistling of the wind through the trees.

One melody sounded familiar, you began humming along trying to beckon the lyrics forward in your brain.

Eventually, it clicks, and as your brain finally supplies the lyrics you begin singing along.

The residual tension from the mission immediately left the group, shoulders relaxing.

The gentle melody of your voice with the crackling of the fire was akin to a lullaby.

Gaz hummed along with you, Price tapped his boot to the beat.

The song ended and something closer to salsa music began. Soap stood offering you a hand.

"You don't know how to salsa, Soap."

He placed a hand on his heart in mock offense. "I'll have you know I'm the best dancer here," The smile on his face told you he was full of shit.

"No, that's definitely the cap." Gaz supplied from his seat.

Price just hummed as he lit a cigar, neither confirming nor denying the statement.

You rolled your eyes and stood grabbing Soap's offered hand.

"Johnny don't crush their feet." Ghost spoke, earning laughs from the rest of the group.

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[mactavsh]

Follow the Bird [John “Soap” MacTavish x Reader] Part Two

part one here // also on ao3

It wasn't unusual for a mission to go sideways, hell you'd grown to expect it at times. Going into an op alone was dangerous, but you knew the boys had your back. Soap would fight his way to you no matter the cost.  

Warnings: violence, swearing, mentions of blood/injuries

As soon as he heard Igor use your callsign Soap wanted to leap off the roof. “She’s been made.” He chambered a bullet as he looked at you through his scope.

“Steady, Soap. Ready to fire on her signal.” Ghost’s voice was calm despite the situation unfolding. Just then they watched the lights flicker revealing everyone in the room to be soldiers.

“Fuck she’s a sitting duck in there, Lt.” Soap spoke nervously. He watched as you began fighting, go time.

“Weapons free, Soap.” Ghost spoke as they both began picking soldiers off one by one. Metal covers eventually came down over the widows blocking you from their view. “Time to move.” Ghost’s voice was urgent.

Soap swore as he stood, “It was a fuckin’ trap. How the hell did this happen?” He ran to the fire escape, climbing down as quickly as he could.

“Not sure, ‘ave to have a chat with Price. Meet me at the side entrance we go in together.” Ghost instructed.

When Soap got to the side of the building Ghost was already there. They nodded to each other and breached preparing for a firefight. To their surprise, there was none. The reception hall was entirely empty. They quickly cleared the backrooms, kitchen, and every nook of the building until they ended up back in the reception hall.

“Damn it!” Soap yelled as he kicked an overturned chair next to him. An additional noise accompanied the scraping of the chair and he looked down noticing your knife. Ghost stood silently as Soap picked up your knife. “She’s gone.”

A small pool of blood caught Ghost’s eye as he moved around Soap and toward a table. As he approached he realized, to his dismay, the pool was larger than he thought. Soap noticed Ghost’s movement and followed suit, noticing the pool as well.

“D’ya think that’s hers?” Soap asked though he knew most likely what the answer was. There was no dead body near it.

Ghost didn’t reply, kneeling down to inspect something by the blood. He pulled out his knife and propped one of the floorboards up. Noting a small skull akin to his mask etched faintly into the wood. He reached his hand in the space under where the board was, pulling out the drive. “That’s our girl.” Ghost spoke as he showed the drive to Soap before placing it safely in his vest.

“Great we have the drive, they have her. No one wins.”

Ghost stood, facing Soap. “We’ll find her, Johnny. Tear the city apart if we ‘ave to.”

–

Price flew in with Gaz as soon as Ghost called him. Soap pinned Price to the wall when he entered the safe house, his anger and worry boiling over when he saw the Captain. Turns out, Price was just as angry as he was, he had no idea his informant was compromised by Makarov. Soap released him immediately.

Price adjusted his vest and placed a hand on Soap’s shoulder. “I won’t rest until she is safe.”

It took two days. None of them slept. They finally found one of the safehouses Makarov used below a decrepit building in St. Petersburg. There was one stairwell to the basement, the four men slowly descended weapons at the ready.

Gaz opened the door as they breached making quick work of each soldier in the room. Once the main room was clear they turned their attention to the only other door. Soap cracked the door slowly, no one came out to attack so he pushed it open. As he did enough light shone in that he could now see you. Covered in blood you were being held above the ground by your tied hands. A gunshot wound to your shoulder and thigh were accompanied by many cuts left untreated and bleeding freely.

Soap moved into the room quickly cutting the ropes and laying you down. “Y/n?” He tried to gently shake you awake to no avail. Anxiety bubbled in his chest as he looked you over. That was when he noticed a note tucked into the remnants of your dress. He took it out and handed it to Price. “Sir, look at this.”

Price grabbed the note reading it over. “Bastard,” he crumbled the paper, tossing it aside. “He’s fuckin’ with us.”

“This whole thing was just, what? Makarov gettin’ bored?” Gaz spoke in anger.

“Bastard will pay for that.” Ghost's tone was final as he moved toward Soap. “Johnny,” He placed a hand on the Sergeant's shoulder. “Let's get her out of here.”

Soap nodded. He picked you as gently as he could, mindful of your injuries. He held you close to his chest, at this moment you were the only thing in the world that mattered to him.

–

Once they determined you were stable enough they all flew back to base. As soon as they landed you were whisked away by a team of medics. Soap immediately tried to follow only for Ghost to stop him. “Let them do their work, she’s in good hands.” Ghost assured his friend.

The pair waited outside the room you were in for hours. Medics worked deftly to ensure all your wounds were tended to and free of infection. After debriefing Price and Gaz joined as well.

“Turns out Makarov didn't plan on the cockiness of Igor.” Price spoke as he sat down garnering the attention of everyone. “The drive’s legit. Igor wasn’t supposed to bring it with him, but he must've figured there was no way a woman would outsmart ‘im. The drive is full of information; safehouse locations and the like.” Price smiled, his guilt lifting only slightly. “We can start dismantling his operation, piece by piece.”

Just as the Captain finished, the doctor came out of your room. Soap stood up fast, anxiously waiting for the doctor to speak.

“She lost a lot of blood but is stable now. She’ll need some physical therapy for the shoulder but otherwise, she’ll be back to full health in no time.”

Soap breathed for what felt like the first time in a week. “Can I see her?”

“Absolutely, she is asleep for now but should wake in a few hours. There are some spare chairs inside.” The doctor spoke before leaving to attend to other patients.

Soap entered the room first, slowly approaching your bedside. You had always been smaller than all the men on the task force but in this hospital bed, he couldn't believe how fragile you looked. He knew better of course and if you were awake the comment would've earned him a sharp elbow in the ribs. The beeping of the heart monitor reassured him you were alive.

Ghost approached the other side of your bed staring for a moment before taking one of the chairs nearby. Gaz did the same, taking a seat in the back of the room. Price was the last to come in. He approached slowly, verifying for himself that you were in fact alive. Gently he placed a hand on your shoulder and whispered an apology only you could hear. After that Price took his leave saying something about paperwork.

Soap finally sat down pulling his chair as close to the bed as he could. The three men all settled down for the night. Gaz was out cold, hat tipped over his eyes. Ghost was reading a book and Soap really wasn’t sure what pocket he pulled it out of. He rested his arms down on your bed, looking at you one last time. He watched you breathe for a few moments before setting his head down. Sleep finally caught up to him after the ordeal of the past few days.

–

Gentle beeping slowly woke you. Opening your eyes the dull lights of the infirmary were welcome as they adjusted. Taking in the room around you, you first noticed Soap’s head on the bed next to you. Deep bags around his eyes told you he hadn’t slept for days. Slowly you brought your hand up to lay on top of his. He stirred slightly at the touch and you smiled to yourself.

Looking around again you noticed Gaz. His hat had fallen into his lap and his head was dipped forward, sound asleep. Finally, your eyes landed on Ghost. He was reading a book, the cover something you couldn't quite make out from where you were laying.

“What’re you reading?” You spoke quietly trying not to wake the other men in the room.

He looked up at you staring for a moment before standing and setting his book aside. He approached the side of your bed quietly. Finally, he spoke. “The Hobbit.”

You stifled a laugh. “Nerd.”

He shrugged. “I wanted to know why everyone seemed to like Tolkein’s works.”

“They are fantastic books.” You paused realizing the soreness in your legs. “Can you help me up?”

“Not sure the doc would approve.”

You sat up slowly, careful not to wake Soap. Bringing your legs over the edge of the bed you looked at Ghost. “You gonna tattle on me?”

“Nope.” Came his reply as he offered his arm to you. You stood cautiously and grabbed his offered arm, now noticing your other arm was in a sling. He picked up on this and used his free hand to grab your IV pole. “Where to?”

You shrugged. “Just need to stretch my legs.”

The two of you did a slow lap around the infirmary. It was late so not many people were around but you did earn some disapproving looks from medics as you passed them by. You stopped for a brief break as your leg wound demanded. You two walked in silence for the most part but during this break, Ghost spoke, “I’m glad you’re okay. Think Soap would've lost his mind if we hadn't found you”

“Thanks, Simon.” He didn’t typically let people call him by his name but he made the occasional exception for a select few.

Falling back into a comfortable silence you both rounded the corner back into the hallway where your room was. Just as you did you heard a commotion, then Gaz and Soap burst through the door. Frantic looks on their faces before their eyes settled on you and Ghost at the end of the hallway.

“Fuckin’ hell.” Gaz breathed out putting his hand on his chest. “Scared the shit outta us, Bird!”

Before you could reply, Soap was running at you. As soon as he was close enough he grabbed onto you. Hugging you like you would disappear any second. Ghost took this as his queue and walked to where Gaz was, dragging the oblivious man back into the room to give you both some privacy.

You gratefully returned the hug, basking in the warmth he radiated.

“Thought I’d lost you.” He spoke, his chin resting atop your head and he never wanted to leave this moment.

“Not getting rid of me that easy, MacTavish.”

He pulled back taking in every detail of your face. “Fuck it.” He said before leaning in to kiss you. Slow at first and when you didn't pull away he deepened it. Years of pent-up feelings hitting you both at once. You reached up your good hand to cup his cheek as you kissed. Stopping to breathe the two of you brought your foreheads together, savoring the moment.

“I’ve wanted to do that for years.” You spoke into the small space between you.

“Me too.” He laughed, pulling you back into a hug. All the pieces were finally in place and he couldn’t be happier.

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[mactavsh]

Wishful Thinking [John “Soap” MacTavish X Female Reader]

Synopsis: You and Soap talk about the future.

Word Count: 819

Warnings: fluff with a pinch of angst, mention of injuries

Normally you would have hated being told to stay put, being idle was never your strong suit. 

However, the medics had been very strict about bed rest and Price had also made sure you knew it wasn't a request. So you were relinquished to a small room in the infirmary of an old army base. 

You couldn't be too mad at the Captain’s orders, after all, he was there when you were injured. Moving on your own was painful so you thanked whatever god was up there for John MacTavish.

You and Price had been sent on a simple intel-gathering mission. However, since nothing can ever be simple, you and the Captain were ambushed. You’d gotten separated from Price and pinned down. He got you out but not before the enemy got too close for comfort, one landing a shot on your hip.

When you and Price landed back on base Soap was waiting for you on the tarmac along with Ghost and Gaz. His excitement to see you quickly faded into worry when he saw The Captain helping you walk down the small aircraft’s ramp. He ran to you, taking over for Price and picking you up bridal style instead.

“What am I to do with you, woman.” He mumbled as he carried you to the infirmary.

He hadn’t left your side since. He was there with his hand in yours while the medics stitched you up, he made sure you took your antibiotics and helped you clean your stitches. 

It was late at night now, and the sounds of the infirmary had dulled to a low hum outside your door. The two of you were smooshed together on your small cot. You were laying half on top of him, head on his chest, his arms wrapped tightly around you. 

"You think about the future much?" Soap's chest rumbled as he spoke. 

The question had taken you aback. Admittedly, you hadn't given it much thought until recently. You joined the military young and since then have been solely focused on your career. Up until joining the 141 it had been a constant battle to prove yourself. Captain Price was one of the first commanding officers you had who actively acknowledged your talents.

You lifted your head to look up at him and shrugged. "Not really sure how long I’ll get to live.” You smiled up at him sadly. “Have you?"

"Honestly I hadn't really until I met you." He smiled, thinking of the day you first met. "I knew as soon as I saw you. That woman's going to be my wife."

"Is that a proposal?"

He laughed, a mischievous light in his eyes you were all too familiar with. "Oh, you'll know when I propose."

You smacked him lightly on the bicep and rested your head back down on his chest. “I suppose I have been thinking about it lately. The two of us, growing old. Our hair turning to gray while you still have that ridiculous mohawk.” You both laughed at the mental image.

“You love it.”

“I do.” There was a brief silence before you spoke again. Your mind running away with the ideas of a future for the two of you. “Christmas together with the whole team. We’re all old and wrinkly. Covered in more scars mental and physical but alive, safe. Everyone is crammed onto some old couches watching shitty movies.” You traced random shapes on his chest as you spoke leaving goosebumps in your wake. “Price gets a fire going to keep everyone warm. Gaz made popcorn, handed everyone their own little bowl. Ghost snuck bourbon into the hot cocoa. Mandatory matching sweaters, obviously, provided by yours truly.” Soap hummed beneath you as he took in every word.

“Totally sewing a Santa hat to Ghost’s balaclava.” He spoke with a smirk.

“You can’t sew for shit.”

“Super glue then.”

“Sure if you want that to be your last Christmas.”

Another brief silence filled the room before Soap broke it. “What about me?”

“What do you mean?”

“You didn’t say anything about me at your little Christmas party.”

“You’re there, of course you are.” You shifted, grabbing his hand in yours. “Always right next to me. We’re cuddling on an armchair underneath the most ridiculously fluffy blanket, rings on our fingers.”

“Aye, sounds wonderful.” He squeezed your hand for a moment. “Wait, was that a proposal?”

Now it was your turn to laugh. “Oh, you’ll know when I propose, dear.”

“Gonna have to beat me to it, woman.” He wrapped his arms around you again and gently kissed the top of your head. “I hope we make it there,”

“Me too.” The two of you fell back into silence. The reality of your line of work was not lost on either of you. The future was not a luxury you were sure you had, but you would cherish every moment you could, together. 

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[mactavsh]

Out in the Cold [John “Soap” MacTavish x Female Reader]

Synopsis: The team goes looking for information on Makarov, things go sideways.

I certainly wasn't planning on writing more fics but here we are lol. Shoutout to @uselsshuman​ bc I can’t get enough of the Bird callsign, it’s so sweet. Also all the headcanons.🥰 

So here’s this please enjoy. // also on ao3

Word count: 2.8k

Warnings: violence, swearing, mentions of blood/injuries

The abandoned town looked unassuming as you approached, the snowstorm keeping much of it out of view. Of course, you knew better, Price had warned that there may be hidden resistance. This town was once used as a base for Makarov and his soldiers. From what Price told you the town was all set along one road. Various old shops sat on either side. Price sent you, Soap and Ghost to see if they left anything of value behind. Price, Gaz, and a small team of soldiers stayed at the base a few clicks south ready to mobilize backup if needed.

Ghost drove slowly through the storm, Soap in the passenger seat and you in the back. Everyone’s eyes were scanning what they could see for movement. As Ghost entered the town he pulled over, putting the car in park. 

“We’ll go on foot from here.” He stated as he stepped out of the vehicle. 

Soap got out next, quickly grabbing your door and opening it for you. “Ma’am,” He smiled as he held a hand out for you.

“Such a gentleman.” You smiled back at him grabbing the offered hand and stepping out of the vehicle.

“Focus, children.” Ghost called as he came up behind you. He and the rest of the 141 were the only ones who knew about the relationship between you and Soap. If you were honest with yourself, they knew it long before you both figured it out.

“Yessir.” Soap gave a lazy salute and Ghost rolled his eyes.

“Stay close.” Ghost spoke as he shifted his rifle off his back. “We don’t know if any of Makarov’s men stuck around. If they did they’d know this place better than us, especially in this storm.” Ghost led your team further into the town, you in the middle and Soap watching your backs. You were all dressed in white winter gear to blend in with the harsh elements. 

Entering the first few buildings you found nothing worthwhile. Old letters, some shell casings but nothing to help you in the fight against Makarov. As Ghost led the way into the next building you lingered just outside it, a faint noise drawing your attention. Soap noticed your absence.

“Bird? Something wrong?” He asked moving toward where you stood in the doorway of the old store.

You brought the scope of your rifle up to your eye scanning the other end of the road. A shot rang out and Soap grabbed your arm pulling you inside just as the bullet grazed the top of your shoulder.

“Shit,” You swore as you moved further into the building. “We got company.”

Soap sent a worried glance at your shoulder, the bright red seeping through became a stark contrast to the white jacket you wore. You gave him a nod, the two of you speaking without words as you both moved to a cover position.

Bullets began flying into the store shattering what was left of the windows. “They know we’re here.” Ghost stated as you all begin firing back.

From your position behind the counter, you could see Soap crouched behind some shelving toward the front. Ghost was on the opposite end of the counter as you. Shots rang out from each of your positions as you tried to even the odds.

“Soap can you get a count?” Ghost yelled through your headsets.

“Negative. With this storm, I can barely see what I'm shootin’ at.” Came Soap’s reply as he fired off more rounds.

“I’m going to see if there’s a back door.” You chimed in. Since you weren't getting shot at from both directions you figured either there was a back exit they haven't found or there isn't one at all. You turned toward the Lieutenant and he gave you a nod. Quickly you ducked through the Employee only door.

“Be careful, Birdy.” Soap shouted as the door closed behind you. 

Gun at the ready you made your way through the stockroom toward the back of the building. As you rounded a corner to the hallway a large man began firing at you from the other end. Turns out there is a back door, and they certainly knew about it.

You quickly ducked then fired a round into his skull and continued pushing forward. You could now see the door at the other end of the hallway, snow blowing in from outside.

“Bird you good back there?” Ghost spoke over your earpiece. He must've heard the gunfire. Just as you were about to respond more men entered the doorway. They began shooting and you ducked into a room but not quite fast enough as a round grazed your thigh. Staggering slightly into the room you readied yourself to fire back.

“Y/n?!” Soap's voice roared through your earpiece, tone laced with worry.

“I’m good. Turns out there is a back door and I have some friends back here.” You spoke as you quickly reloaded. Peeking around the corner you fired a few shots off hitting dead on target as two men fell. You steeled a quick glance at your thigh, superficial. Nothing to worry about right now. “I’m going to push forward, see if I can get to the door. Keep them occupied up front, boys.” You spoke as you ran out of your current room. Firing shots as you advanced to the adjacent doorway, two more down.

“You'll be the death of me, woman.” Soap replied. “Be careful.” He repeated once more. 

“Always am.” You replied, readying yourself for the fight. The men had begun to advance and you quickly shot the one that tried entering your doorway. You set your gun aside and grabbed a knife from your holster. You charged from your spot and stabbed the next soldier. Using him as a shield you took out your pistol making quick work of the last of the group. Dropping your shield you ran to the exit door checking both sides before stepping fully out.

The cold air nipped at your skin as you looked around. You were met with a long alleyway, and with the storm raging on it was hard to see very far. No vehicles but the buildings on either side of yours were open and there was a ladder that could get you to the roof of your current shelter.

“Bad news, boys. No getaway cars, just an alleyway. We can try to duck into the next building or I can take the ladder to the roof.”

“Get to the roof, Bird. We need eyes up high. See if you can get a visual on anything through the snow.” Came Ghost’s reply.

Looking down the alley again to ensure no one new was coming you ran to the ladder, climbing it with ease. “I was hoping you’d say that, Lieutenant.” You began heading to the front of the roof but a new noise caught your attention.

Growing loud through the sounds of gunfire was an aircraft. You spotted it headed directly towards the abandoned town, already too close to find adequate cover for the firepower it carried. “Boys we got incoming. Enemy aircraft, heavily armed.” 

“Shite get off the roof, Y/n!” Soap yelled, you began running back to the ladder but it was too late. The aircraft fired down the alley causing you to be thrown backward. You could hear Soap yelling your name before your head hit the concrete.

–

Your limbs felt like lead as your sluggish brain scrambled to come back to life. When it finally did you gasped upright, clothes damp from the snow that had settled on you while you were unconscious. Cold gripped your bones and an uncomfortable numbness took over your body from the elements.

Quickly you take count of your injuries; graze to the thigh and shoulder, various cuts from debris, and probably a concussion. Blood had dried on the side of your face causing your hair to stick there. Overall, nothing life-threatening. 

Taking note of your surroundings you saw no immediate threat, the storm had died down. The building had caught fire from the attack and it was getting close but no one was shooting at you. Actually, no one was shooting at all. The only sound you heard, now that the ringing in your ears died down, was the crackling of the fire and men speaking in Russian nearby. 

“Soap, Ghost, how copy?” Silence. “Soap, Ghost, This is Bird please respond.”  Still no response. Quickly you stood ignoring the dizziness that washed over you. You ran in the direction of where the ladder was only to discover the back of the building to now be a pile of rubble. Carefully you climbed down the ruined back wall while avoiding the fire that peeked out in spots. You tried the radio again. 

“Boys, do you copy? John-” Suddenly rubble shifted and you fell, ankle twisting as you tumbled down the rest of the way, cold snow breaking your fall as you rolled into the alley.

Slowly getting back on your feet you winced when you tried to put pressure on your ankle. You took a deep breath and readied your rifle. Luckily it went undamaged by your multiple falls. Gun loaded you made your way to the side of the building and then toward the front hoping to find your boys there.

You rounded the corner just in time to see Soap and Ghost's unconscious forms being loaded into the back of an SUV. Quickly you fired at the men around them but they were just as fast at firing back at you. You ducked behind the wall for cover and they used that time to finishing loading up. Hearing the sound of the engine retreating sparked the adrenaline in you.

Rounding the corner again you raised your rifle, ignoring the bullets flying at you. Aiming carefully you fired two shots at the rear tires, each finding its marks as the vehicle fishtailed and came to a screeching halt. You redirected your ire, firing at the men in front of you before running toward the now-disabled SUV.

Shifting your rifle to sit on your back you grabbed two knives from their holsters. As you approached a man leaped out of the passenger seat but before he could do anything you acted first, knife meeting the man's eye as he fell dead. Heading toward the driver's side you readied your other knife as the man got out to meet you.

“Did you really think I would let you get far?” You questioned adrenaline still high from the fighting.

“Makarov will kill you all!” The man yelled back in Russian. You lunged forward wrapping an arm around his neck and putting him in a chokehold.

Leaning close you whispered in his ear. “I will kill him first.” You spoke coldly in Russian before bringing your knife up and severing his throat. The man fell choking for a moment before dying.

You moved toward the back of the vehicle, opening the trunk. Soap and Ghost were haphazardly thrown in the back, feet facing you. Giving them a quick once over to look for any major injuries you saw nothing. They had both sustained head wounds, likely from the air assault, and the Russians tried to seize an opportunity for capture. You placed a hand on Soap's leg and brought your other hand up to your radio. Switching its channels a few times before you found the emergency frequency.

“Base this is Bird. Price do you copy?” You spoke into your earpiece.

After a minute the Captain finally responded. “I read you, Bird. What’s your status?”

“I need an extract. Soap and Ghost are out cold.” You responded, partially wishing you hadn't shot the tires of the truck they were already in. You were strong but you couldn’t carry both of them.

Another minute passed before you got a response. “Helo is en route. Radar doesn't show any enemy aircraft but stay vigilant. Are you injured?”

Glancing down at the blood on your clothes you sighed. You would worry about the bruises and cuts later. You knew you’d be sore tomorrow but you needed to make it there first. “Most of my blood is where it belongs.”

“Good. Gaz is on the helo to help you. Hang tight.”

“Yes sir.” The line went silent and you leaned onto the vehicle trying to take some weight off your injured leg. You rested for a moment catching your breath but it was short-lived. Enemy vehicles began approaching from the other end of town.

“Son of a bitch.” You swore, turning toward the unconscious men. “Now would be a good time to wake up, boys!” You yelled shaking both of their legs. When neither moved you swore under your breath and stole a couple of magazines off Soap’s vest. You slammed the truck door shut. It would provide them enough cover so long as they didn't pop their heads up and you didn’t let anyone get too close.

Readying your rifle you fired at the enemies approaching as you ran to a nearby concrete divider. “Price, how far is Gaz? More Russians just arrived.” You yelled over the gunfire.

The radio crackled to life once more. “Two minutes out!” Gaz replied and you sighed in relief.

“Just keep ‘em busy a little longer.” Price’s voice came with a twinge of worry.

“The fuck you think I'm doing?” You mumbled to yourself. The sound of glass shattering caught your attention and you looked over to see the window of the trunk gone.

In an effort to redirect the enemy, you hopped the concrete divider. Pushing forward you fired at the enemy before vaulting through an empty windowsill. The tactic worked as they all began shooting in your direction, the SUV forgotten. Now however you were stuck, chunks of the wall peppering you as the onslaught of bullets continued.

“Y/n, where are you?” You jumped as Soap’s voice came over your earpiece.

“John!” You spoke as you fired off a few more rounds. “How’s the head?”

“Not what I asked, woman. Please tell me that you’re not in that building everyone is shooting at.”

You paused, from where he was you were sure he had a clear view of the situation you had gotten yourself into. “Then I won’t.”

“Steamin’ bloody Jesus.”

Finally, you heard the telltale sound of a helicopter approaching. You peeked out of a different window killing a few more soldiers before ducking again. The helicopter landed, followed quickly by the sounds of return fire. The approaching friendlies made quick work of the remaining Russian soldiers.

“Bird, you still standing?” Gaz’s voice came over your earpiece. You breathed a sigh of relief and peeked out of your hiding place.

“Somehow.” You replied. You saw medics already grabbing the still unconscious Ghost and loading him onto the helicopter. Soap was already halfway to you by the time you climbed back through the window. You made your way over to him, limping as you went. He finally closed the distance, hugging you tightly against his chest. A content sigh left your lips as you listened to the sound of his heartbeat against your ear. He pulled back, putting his hands on either side of your face, looking at you with the beautiful blue eyes you loved dearly.

“Had me worried there.” He looked at you earnestly. You knew he hated you being in danger but at the same time, he knew he couldn't do anything to stop you. You were both where you belonged in the field and at each other's side. “Seeing you pinned down like that,” He shook his head.

“Well, one of us has to keep things interesting.” You smirked up at him.

“Is that so.” He spoke in a low growl, hands grabbing your waist now.

“Mhm,” You grabbed his vest pulling him down for a kiss, which he eagerly returned.

After a moment he pulled away, gently pushing a stray hair back behind your ear. “Love you.”

You leaned into the gentle touch. “Love you too.”

“Glad you’re all in one piece,” Kyle spoke as he approached you both.

“Me too.” You smiled, the adrenaline wearing off. Soap put an arm under yours to help take the weight off your injured leg as you all walked toward the helicopter.

“Pretty badass taking on an entire convoy yourself, the state you're in,” Gaz said and you were pretty sure you looked like a bloodied mess.

“Is that surprise in your voice, Garrick?” You teased.

“Not in the slightest.” Kyle smiled.

Soap chimed in as he helped you sit in the helicopter. “My woman’s the biggest badass here.” Soap said with a look of pure pride plastered on his face as he sat next to you putting a hand on your knee.

Kyle rolled his eyes, "You two are nauseating." He laughed then reached for his radio. “Price, everyone’s accounted for. Moving out.” Kyle spoke as the pilot began taking off. 

Soap shifted putting an arm around your shoulders so you could lean your head on him. The warmth of his embrace lulled you to sleep. He gently kissed the top of your head, content knowing you were now in the safest place possible.

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Follow the Bird [John “Soap” MacTavish x Reader] Part One

It wasn't unusual for a mission to go sideways, hell you'd grown to expect it at times. Going into an op alone was dangerous, but you knew the boys had your back. Soap would fight his way to you no matter the cost.

Warnings: violence, swearing, mentions of blood/injuries

also on a03.

I like to imagine Soap is the suavest guy ever until it's someone he's actually interested in. Then he's completely clueless.

This is my first reader insert so please let me know what you think! The callsign Bird was inspired by "Underground" by uselsshuman on tumblr. Highly recommend their work!

Chapter One - Emerald

Price had called you Ghost and Soap in for a meeting. Task Force 141 had been trying to track down Makarov for months, hitting dead ends at every turn. Something in your gut told you this time was different. Either Price was being cautious calling in just the three of his most trusted or you were overthinking things. Either way, it was better than sitting on base and waiting.

As you walked to the conference room you ran into Soap. You smiled seeing him and he did the same when he saw you. The two of you had always been close. Working some missions together early in your careers before both being recruited by Captain Price for the 141. As partners, you were a force to be reckoned with. Working as one you made quick work of any obstacle thrown your way. Add Ghost into the mix? The three of you were unstoppable. Other men often referred to your team and Bird and the Boys. The moniker “my boys” was something you loved to use with them and neither argued. Ghost was the brother you never had and Soap, well, Soap was something more you couldn’t quite put into words. The lingering glances always made you wonder if he felt the same way but in your line of work you tried not to entertain those thoughts.

“Think we’re going to get something solid this time?” He asked as you both matched paces, shoulders touching briefly.

“No idea. I am curious about the skeleton crew though. Why just us?”

“We’re the best, obviously.” Soap smirked and you lightly elbowed him in the side. You both approached the room and Soap opened the door for you. “After you, Birdy.”

You smiled and walked inside. Bird was your official call sign and the only people allowed to call you Birdy were in this room. Though that honor was mostly reserved for Soap. He, after all, coined the nickname.

“Soap, Bird, glad you both made it.” Price spoke from the head of the table gesturing for the two of you to sit. Ghost was already there, Soap sat next to him smacking him lightly on the shoulder as he did. Ghost rolled his eyes at the Sergeant. Watching the two act like annoying siblings always warmed your heart. You smiled and sat next to Soap. Once everyone settled, The Captain began.

“You three are headed to Russia. We got intel that says one of Makarov's top advisors, Igor Kuznetsov, is attending a gala in St. Petersburg.” He sets a photo down on the table as he speaks, an older heavy-set man sporting a large white beard. “Naturally our normal tactics won’t quite work here. Lucky for us I know someone with spy experience who is fluent in Russian.”

All eyes turned to you. “You want me to, what, get all dressed up and kidnap a man?” You questioned.

Price laughed. “Not quite. According to our intel, he carries around a flash drive at all times. Supposedly it contains privileged information. I’d like to know what that might be. Y/n will go inside, Soap and Ghost you’ll be positioned on opposite rooftops as backup.” Price laid building schematics on the table, pointing to a large room he continued. “The reception hall is surrounded by windows; a sniper's best friend. You both will keep an eye on Bird as she secures the drive. Igor doesn't often bring a lot of men to these events so you shouldn’t meet much resistance. He also loves getting drunk at these parties. A little sleight of hand and you’re home in time for supper”

You nod and look to your right, Soap has a look in his eyes you can’t quite place. “She’s going in alone?” He asked. Price nodded.

“She’s more than qualified. Two of the best snipers I know will be watching her the entire time. Plus do you know how many weapons she’ll be able to hide under a dress?” The Captain smirked. “Your plane leaves at 0400. Any questions?”

“No sir.” Came the chorus of replies.

“Good. Watch out for each other. Dismissed.”

—

The flight to Russia was uneventful. You caught up on some sleep before the pilot informed you all that he was beginning his descent. Soap was sitting across from you, you notice him staring before he quickly diverted his gaze. Ghost was next to you and must've noticed as well.

“Think he’s worried about ya.” Ghost spoke so only you could hear. “I don’t love it either but Price is right, you're more than qualified.”

You smiled at the compliment. “Thank you, Ghost. He was right about another thing, I have two of the best snipers to keep an eye on me.” Ghost winked in response.

The plane landed and the three of you headed toward the awaiting car. Soap drove the three of you to the safe house to go over the plan one more time and wait until night.

When it came closer to go time you stepped out of the room to don your dress. It was a simple yet elegant gown. Silky emerald green fabric covered you with an asymmetrical neckline over your right shoulder, a belted waistline, and floor length skirt. You didn’t often find yourself in situations where you were able to dress up but you allowed yourself a moment to enjoy it.

Snapping back to reality you started strapping on various holsters. Price was certainly right, you can hide many weapons under a dress. You finished by hiding a live mic under the fabric on your shoulder. Wearing an earpiece would be too obvious so you settled, this way the boys will be able to hear everything going on. You threw your hair up into an elegant bun and went out to meet them.

They were both at the table checking weapons when you walked in, Soap was the first to notice. He looked at you completely entranced, Ghost noticed and followed his gaze. The taller man smacked him on the back of the head. “You look lovely, Birdy.”

Soap snapped back to reality. "Stunning," was all he could blurt out.

You blushed ever so slightly at the compliments. "Thank you, boys. Ready to roll?"

"Absolutely." Ghost replied, grabbing his gear as he followed you toward the door. He opened the door for you and waited until you were outside to yell back at Soap, who was once again frozen in place. "Are you coming or are you going to stand there all night drooling?"

Soap tensed, quickly grabbing his gear and heading outside. "Fuck off, Lt."

Ghost smirked under the mask and closed the door behind him.

—

"I've got eyes on target." You spoke discreetly as you sipped champagne. It wasn't hard to find Igor in the crowd. The only problem was he had a bigger entourage than expected. Lucky for you they weren't armed guards, just businessmen blowing smoke up each other's asses. Typical. You thought as you made your way over.

You walked right past the man, head held high, sipping champagne. That was all it took, he shooed away the men near him and followed you.

"[Excuse me miss.]" He spoke in Russian, stepping in front of you. For how heavy-set he looked he was surprisingly fast.

You put on your best smile while handing your empty glass to a nearby waiter. Act the part. "[What can I do for you?]"

"[No miss it's what I can do for you.]" He reached out, grabbed your hand, and kissed it. You fought the urge to vomit.

Act the part. You reminded yourself. You stepped forward placing a hand on his shoulder. "[So polite, what did I do to deserve such attention? ]" You smiled trying your best to flirt despite wanting desperately to just punch the man, grab the drive and run.

"[That's a wonderful question, little Bird.]" Your stomach dropped, you've been made. "I don't much like people crashing my parties." He spoke in broken English. The lights went out briefly then back on revealing the other party guests to have been soldiers, now ready to fight. This whole thing was a trap. You allowed yourself only a moment of worry for Soap and Ghost before refocusing on the army in front of you. After all, they were much safer than you were at the moment.

Quickly you punched Igor. Stunning the Russian long enough for you to reach your hand into his coat pocket, grabbing the drive. You turned to run only to see you’ve been surrounded. You stashed the drive in your bra and grabbed one of the knives you stashed.

It wasn't unusual for a mission to go sideways, hell you’d grown to expect it. You were quick on your feet ready to fight your way out. Just as you were about to attack the room was locked down, and metal began to roll down covering each window. Before they fully closed shots rang out, and half of the men fell dead on either side of you. A moment of relief washed over you knowing they were both okay. Thank you boys now it's my turn.

You flipped the knife in your hand and stabbed the man trying to attack you from behind. You turned, pulling your pistol out and shooting three of the men closest to you. The soldiers had a similar idea, a few pulling their pistols out as well. You ran toward cover but not quickly enough. Pain seared through your left shoulder as a bullet ripped through the muscle.

“[Get her!]” Igor yelled at his men as you ducked behind an overturned table. Realizing the odds were not in your favor you pulled out the drive and stashed it underneath a floorboard, scratching a faint symbol into the wood with your pocket knife. Just enough for someone who knows what they’re looking for.

They all surrounded you once again. You shot a few before you ran out of bullets. Pulling out another knife you lunged at the one nearest but you were quickly overwhelmed. One shot you in the thigh knocking you down and you dropped your knife in the process. You reached out for it on the ground only to have one of the soldiers stomp his boot on your wrist. You concealed a wince as Igor approached.

“I told Makarov this was a good plan.” He gave a crooked smile before he signaled to one of his men. The soldier quickly brought down the butt of his rifle to your temple and everything went dark.

part two here

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The Time in Between

Synopsis: Soap always knows how to put the pieces back together.

Relationships: John “Soap” MacTavish x Gender Neutral Reader

Word Count: 1.2K  

Warnings: mentions of death, grief

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Waiting. You hated waiting.

When you enlist they don't tell you how much time you'll waste doing just that.

For extract. For orders. Hell, for a shower.

The agonizing moments when time feels like molasses. When you have no choice but to be left with your thoughts. To let them drag you down and hope you can eventually climb back out.

If you're lucky there's someone to help drag you out - a beacon of light that can crash through the darkness, effortlessly swimming through the expanse with one goal: bring you back to them.

It took a long time to find your person, you were fully convinced it would never happen. Then there he was, crashing through every barrier you had built around yourself. Bright blue eyes pierced through the darkness and offered you a hand.

John Mactavish became your person as soon as you met. The two of you were kindred spirits and you both often found yourselves wondering how you’d made it this far without the other.

He always knew what to do. He was so perceptive to you and everyone around him that sometimes you wondered if you had a billboard attached to your forehead that simply stated help me.

For a demolition expert, he was very good at keeping you from falling apart.

The last mission had been difficult and you knew it was showing, but you didn't care. You had lost some civilians you were trying to protect and their deaths weighed heavily on your conscience.

Since the team had gotten back you hadn't slept, what little rest you did get was riddled with nightmares. Tonight was more of the same, sleep would not come no matter how hard you tried.

Deciding not to fight insomnia any longer you got up from the bed, gently untangling yourself from the mess of limbs Soap was while he slept. You were careful not to make too much noise as you got dressed.

Walking up the stairs to the roof access you gently pushed the door open, the chill night air waking your senses. You easily spotted Ghost in the dim moonlight and walked over to him.

“I can take it from here, Ghost.”

“You should be sleeping.” He looked at you from where he was standing.

“Not tonight.” You shrugged and stood next to him placing your hands in your pockets.

"You look like hell." He spoke simply but you could hear the worry behind his words.

"Feel like it too. Couldn't sleep, thought I might as well make myself useful." You desperately wanted to be doing something. As tedious as being on watch could be, it was better than staring at the ceiling. Of all the members of the task force Ghost understood that feeling the best, he was all too familiar with sleepless nights.

Ghost studied you for a moment before he sighed and handed you his rifle. “Don’t stay out here all night.”

You nodded but you both knew it was a lie. He left, checking his watch as he descended the stairs back inside. Ghost made a mental note to wake Soap in a few hours if you hadn’t gone back inside by then.

You sat down, one leg dangling over the edge as your rifle lay in your lap. Time passed slowly as your eyes scanned the darkness.

The traveling nature of your mind tended to be the worst while on watch. Alone, stuck staring out into the endless scenery waiting for something, or nothing, to happen. Your body anticipates a fight that may or may not come leaving your skin practically buzzing with anxious energy and your mind in a constant state of fight.

The moon continued its slow descent as your mind insisted on replaying their fatal moments. 

You rubbed at your eyes Desperately trying to stay alert to any movement around you. Looking up at the sky you spotted a shooting star just as you heard the door open behind you. You tensed for a moment before a familiar face stepped through.

“Thought Ghost was on watch tonight?” Soap spoke as he approached, he sat across from you on the ledge mirroring your position, and then handed a thermos to you. You eagerly took a sip from it, the fresh coffee instantly warming your cold body.

“Couldn’t sleep so I relieved him.” You shrugged and handed the thermos back to him. “What are you doing up this late? Well, early I guess at this point.”

“My bed was awfully lonely.”

“Tattled on me didn’t he?”

“Aye.” He smirked for a moment before his expression shifted to worry. “When was the last time you slept?”

You shrugged again knowing it was useless to lie to him, the state of your features spoke for themselves. “Been a while.”

“Love,” He scooted closer placing a hand on your knee. “you need to get some rest.”

You looked down, unable to meet his eyes as yours began to well up. “All I see is their faces, John. They were terrified. I was supposed-” Your voice broke as tears started to fall, Soap reached up and gently wiped a tear away with his thumb. “I was supposed to protect them and I failed.”

“You did everything you could, Y/n. Their deaths are not your fault it’s on the bastards who shot ‘em.” Soap closed the distance between you two, wrapping his arms tightly around you as you cried. He placed a hand on your head as he held you close to his chest and slowly rocked you both. All the pent-up emotions and exhaustion finally broke through and you were helpless against it all.

“I’m here, love.” He spoke against your hair.

“I hate this part.” Your voice came out in a small whisper against his chest.

“I know, me too.” He didn’t bother telling you it gets easier. In your line of work, death was a constant shadow lurking behind all of you. Instead, he held you, reassuring you that he would always be there to help you through.

You weren’t sure how long you stayed in his arms. His hold never waivered even after your cries had subsided. Eventually, you broke it, sitting up to look into his eyes. You could stare into them for hours, to you they held every answer.

After a moment you spoke. “You always know what to do.”

“Funny, I’m usually saying that about you.” He smiled, leaning forward to kiss your cheek.

The door opened once again this time Price walked through with his rifle strapped to his chest. “On your feet lovebirds, I'm taking over.”

“I’ve still got a few hours in me, sir.” You spoke and both men shot you a look.

“Nope time for bed, love.” Soap spoke putting an arm around your shoulders and leading you toward the door.

“Go get some rest.” Price patted your shoulder as you passed him. He said nothing about your puffy eyes as he moved past you and approached the ledge where you had been perched. He pulled a cigar from his vest, and as he lighted it he yelled back to you and Soap. “And no funny business, kids.”

Your face instantly turned red and Soap laughed at the sight. 

“Aye sir!” Soap yelled back to the captain before turning toward you as he opened the door. “You heard him no funny business, Y/n.”

“Pretty sure that was directed toward you big boy.” You smiled as a deep laugh roared from his chest and you could feel the weight begin to lift off yours.

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Hello! My name is Jess and I write sometimes so here is a masterlist. Please enjoy your stay!

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Task Force 141

Situational Awareness

The boys get captured following a lead on Shepherd and it’s up to you to save them before its too late.

John “Soap” MacTavish

The Time in Between

Soap always knows how to put the pieces back together.

Wishful Thinking

You and Soap talk about the future.

Out in the Cold

The team goes looking for information on Makarov, things go sideways.

Follow the Bird - Part One // Part Two

You and the boys infiltrate a gala looking for intel.

Captain John Price

Watching Over (Platonic)

Price tries to keep you awake while captured.

Simon “Ghost” Riley

Right Behind You (Platonic) 

Ghost tried to keep his distance from the youngest member of the 141, it did not work.

Whispers of You 

Simon pushes you away.

Headcanons

Platonic Musings with Ghost

Reader Singing for the 141

Protective 141

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