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deadby2091 · 1 year

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My top picks for purpose built Sustainment Split Chest Rig

LBT-1961 load bearing chest rig with zipper

Eagle Industries Multipurpose Chest Rig MPCR, V2 (Split Front Chest Rig)

Platatac VM Load Bearing chest rig with straps

Velocity Systems Mayflower UW Gen V Split-Front Chest Rig SwiftClip USA Made

#gear #0311 #0321 #0331 #0372 #navy seals #green berets #infantry #rangers #recondos #force recon #marine raiders #marsoc #chest rigs

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vaszabi99 · 8 months

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Joker 4 The Mission Airsoft Larp Event

#airsoft #fake gun #larp #armystyle #forest #marsoc

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eternalronin · 2 years

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Intimidation scale: For the mun, 11, maybe as high as 15 (the average human is an 8 to me). Jack’s intimidation scale is the same as his bounty in Aku’s timeline: a googolplex. (Johnny’s is maybe a -5.)

((You should probably swap my rating and Johnny's rating; I'm just a potato with too many mental illnesses to make a good chip, but Johnny... well you ain't seen nothing yet.))

#answers you seek?#anonymous #((memes))#Johnny Bravo #((yes it *is* him))#((Ok it's *not* an M17 there but like the actual model costs like... a lot))#((Sorry to anyone who's involved with MARSOC))#((mun art))

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sleepyconfusedpotato · 1 month

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Hii I need some help on making CoD ocs 😭 do people usually do research of military uniforms and tactical equipment of what country the oc originated from or just default clothing added with tactical equipment, does it have to be accurate?

Hello! (๑•̀ㅂ•́)و✧

Yes, me and my mutual friends, and usually people who makes CoD OC's would do some research! Search about what? About the military system of the country, your OC originates from!

If they're American, then the military is called the United States Armed Forces (USAF) and is usually divided into six service branches: the Army, Marine Corps, Navy, Air Force, Space Force, and Coast Guard. If they're from the UK, then the military is called the British Armed Forces, divided into three branches: Army, Royal Navy, and Royal Air Force. Lots of the British regiment names have "Royal" in front of it since it's, you know, British.

or if your OC comes from other countries, you can check the name of the military, the division, and then the 'group' they belong in. Usually, CoD characters commonly belong to the special forces/anti-terrorism group of the country. Like, USA has SEAL, Delta Force, MARSOC, etc., UK has SAS, SRR, SBS, etc., Mexico has FES, and all of those groups around the world!

From that, you can learn about the tactical pieces of equipment! I would encourage you to learn about it as well so that you can make your OC actually look/seem like they belong in the same world as the actual characters. You can take references from Google, YouTube, Wikipedia, or you can ask someone who takes an interest in the military culture to be your teacher. For me, it's my precious friend @shadeops21!

For more details, you can also look up their uniforms, the camo they wear, the ranks in the military, how someone can enlist or become an officer, and so much more!

I know it's overwhelming. I felt that way too 🥹 as a girl who just wants to draw, it's a lot of info to take in, but learn slowly, watch some videos, and look at some images!

Of course, no one would expect us OC creators to make a 100% accurate depiction of the real-world military. Some of us are just CoD game and story enjoyers who want to pour our love into the characters and it's totally okay. However ☝️ an attempt of making our OC to be as convincing and as accurate as we can make it is always worth it.

Lastly, don't forget to read the Call of Duty lore itself! It's the original source, and we gotta respect it too so we can insert our own OC in it.

All in all, don't forget to have fun! (❁´◡`❁)

#sleepy answers #call of duty #call of duty oc #original character

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codmw2019-2022 · 2 months

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MW 2022 Characters / NPCs:

Most of Modern Warfare II missions, these missions are not included because there's no/ no new ally NPCs, Recon by Fire | TF141 , CIA , El Sin Nombre | Shadow Co. , Los Vaqueros , TF141 and Alone | TF141.

Reading format : Mission and what group followed by Character Name if shown/give with Call Signs and the character's Status.

Strike | TF141 , Shadow Co.

CDR. Graves - Shadow 0-1 ( ALIVE ) GEN. Shepherd - Gold Eagle ( ALIVE ) SC. Laswell - Watcher-1 ( ALIVE ) LT. Ghost - Bravo 0-7 ( ALIVE )

Kill or Capture | TF141 , Marsoc Marines

Razor-1 SGT. Soap - Bravo 7-1 ( ALIVE ) [ Bravo 7-6 , 7-5 , 7-4 , 7-3 , 7-2 ] ( ALIVE ) CPL. DeFields - Alpha 0-2 ( ALIVE ) [ Alpha 2-3 + 5 non-numbered Alpha ] ( KIA ) Air Support - Kilo 0-1

Wetwork + Tradecraft | TF141

CPT. Price - Bravo 0-6 ( ALIVE ) SGT. Gaz - Bravo 6-2 ( ALIVE )

Boderline | Los Vaqueros

COL. Alejandro - Victor 1-1 ( ALIVE ) SGT. MAJ. Rodolfo - Victor 3-1 ( ALIVE ) Local Police ( KIA )

Cartel Protection | TF141 , Los Vaqueros

Victor 2-1 Sanchez ( KIA ) Rodriguez - Victor 1-4 ( KIA ) CPL. Hernandez - Victor 2-3 ( UNKOWN )

Close Air | Shadow Co. , Los Vaqueros , TF141

Shadow-1 Gunner ( ALIVE ) Shadow-1 FCO ( ALIVE ) Shadow-1 Nav ( ALIVE ) Shadow-1 Pilot ( ALIVE ) Shadow-1 Comms Ofc ( ALIVE ) Shadow-1 TV Operator ( ALIVE ) Copter Extract - Hatchet 3-1

Violence and Timing | TF141 , LF

Nikolai ( ALIVE ) Farah ( ALIVE ) [ LF fighters : Yelda , Irem , Rozhin , Awira , Kejal , Avdar ] * ( ALIVE )

Dark Waters | Shadow Co. , Los Vaqueros , TF141

PVT. Shay - Shadow 1-3 ( ALIVE/INJURED ) PVT. Isaac - Shadow 1-4 ( ALIVE )

Prison Break | TF141 , Los Vaqueros

[ Vaqueros : Sgt. Estrada , Cpl. Rodriquez , Pvt. Diaz , Sgt. Silva , Pvt. Ramirez , Pvt. Gomez , Sgt. Chavez , Pvt. Gonzalez , Pvt. Machado ] * ( ALIVE )

Hindsight | Shadow Co.

Sgt. Dipaolo - Shadow ( KIA ) Erikson - Shadow ( KIA ) Vance - Shadow ( KIA ) [ Shadows : 3-1 , 3-2 , 3-4 , 3-5 ] ( KIA )

Ghost Team | JTF-Ghost Team

Alejandro - Ghost 1-1 Price - Ghost 0-1 Ghost - Ghost 0-2 Rodolfo - Ghost 2-2 [Ghost : 2-4 , 2-7 , 2-9 x4 ] * ** ( ALIVE )

Countdown | TF141 , Marsoc Marines

Helo Pilot - Lifter 1-2 [ Bravo 0-2 , 0-3 ] * ( ALIVE ) [ Bravo 0-4 , 0-5 ] * ( KIA )

* Names are randomly generated for each callsign. List of possible names [ Sgt. Schwartz , Pvt. McCarthy , Sgt. Christensen , Pvt. Park , Pvt. Burr , Pvt. DeLalla , Sgt. Silva , Pvt. Del Rosario , Cpl. Sanchez , Cpl. Garcia , Pvt. Estrada , Pvt. Malach , Sgt. Schwartz , Pvt. Sarono ] ** For some reason there was four different NPCs with Ghost 0-9.

#call of duty #call of duty modern warfare #cod modern warfare #task force 141 #cod 141 #tf 141 #cod mw2 #cod mwii #modern warefare ii #simon ghost riley #captain john price #john soap mactavish #kyle gaz garrick #kyle garrick

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deadby2091 · 1 year

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My Top picks for sustainment Chest Rigs

Barrel and Hatchet Gen 1 Chest Rig

Shaw Concepts Chest Rig

Tracer Tactical Scout Rig

Eagle industries Rhodesian Recon Chest Rig

TAPS Tacitcal Assault Panel System

Bonus: Micro Rig

Haley Strategic : (Coyote brown)

D3CR X chest rig

D3CR side saddle pair

Small chest rig pad

Multi-Mission Hanger V2

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escookbook · 2 months

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🍳 Happy Valentine's day, Producers! 🍳

Each week we'll be highlighting 1-2 of the recipes from the cookbook!

First up a lovely drink for coffee enthusiasts, Yuta's Skip! Heart! Rose! Latte by @marsocity

Preorders for the cookbook end on March 12th!

☕ escookbook.bigcartel.com

#enstars #fan zine #zine #ensemble stars

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ns-imagines · 5 months

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Marine Corps Birthday Ball

RAAHHH THE BEST DAY OF THE YEAR JUST PASSED. NOVEMEBER 10TH THE MARINE CORPS BIRTHDAY!!

All U.S. Marines in COD x USMC Birthday Ball

| Word Count: Not sure its a lot w/ videos| SFW

A/N: *Rips someone into two pieces with my bare hands* Shit makes me so happy that im a U.S. Marine. RAH. Keegan please be my date to the ball <3 Sgt Russ and Sgt ****** <3

Context: Every year throughout the month of November we have our Marine Corps Birthday Ball. There's a ceremony and fancy dinner and of course a lot of alcohol and tabaco. Enlisted wear our Marine Corps Blues uniform and get to show off all our fancy awards and medals. The officers wear their sick uniform as well. Guests wear a formal suit or dress!! We get drunk, have cake, and dance. Its fun and one of the many traditions we have in this service. This year it was the 248th Birthday!! Let me give you the run down for todays event <3

Military Lingo Key at the end

1845 - Venue doors open

1900 - Cocktail Hour

2000 - Cocktail Hour ends all bars are closed

2005 - 5 Minute warning for the ceremony

2010 - Ceremony begins

2100 - Ceremony ends

2110 - Dinner service starts and Bars reopen

2200 - Dance floor opens / DJ starts

0130 - Venue doors close

Okay now that we have the schedule down. Lets list all the Marines in COD. Were gonna pretend everyone's alive and in the same unit for tonight. Whos going to be your date for tonight? Skip past the photo when you're ready.

All unnamed Marines <3 (damn npcs)

-MARSOC Marines, 2nd MarDiv

1st FRP (MW1) Source for info below click here and here (<- Has character pictures as well for some)

-Lt Vasquez, Cpt Pelayo, Sgt Paul Jackson, SSgt Griggs, Pvt Massey, Pvt West, Pvt Royzewicz, LCpl Lopez, and LCpl Gaines

DRT Stalker Units With Air Squadrons (All games) Information Source click here

Cpl Baker, Sgt Baker, Capt Weston, Cpt Keating, and Lt Volker

GHOSTS Platoon prior Force Recon Platoon (COD GHOSTS) Information Source click here

Sgt Keegan Russ, Sgt Alex Johnson, and Cpt Gabe Rorke

Lemme know if I forgot anyone!!

Okay, you have your date or friend group that you're going with. You as the guest are in your formal attire. Lets get this party started! (Every year and in every venue its the same setup, same ceremony, and same food)

1845-1900

You show up to the venue with your date. The ball room is set. There are about a dozen round tables draped with a beautiful white table cloth. There is a round red and gold table cloth in the center of the table. On it sits two pitchers one with water and the other with iced sweet tea. In front of each seat is a set of silverware for each course, a wine glass, a water/tea glass, a pamphlet with tonight's events, and a neatly folded napkin. Each section is sat with each other. A chair left empty next to your Marine for you of course.

Usually the Commanding Officer or Executive Officer will put money down for everyone to get one free drink. The venue offers two bars. Both the lines are a bit long but you can just chat while you wait. There plenty of people to be introduced too and everyone is saying "Happy Birthday" to each other. If you're stationed in an allied country like Japan there are guests from their military as well.

The bar has a wide variety. Wine, shots, mixed drinks, and juice if you arent drinking. They even sell cigars. You and your date get your drinks and socialize. You get to meet their peers and squad members. This is also the time to take pictures! You walk towards the entrance of the venue with your date. There is always a professional Photographer waiting. The American flag and Marine Corps flag are proudly displayed in front of a royal red backdrop. The backdrop has accents of gold.

The photographer asks if you want their pictures or just on your phone. You both pose and smile. The pictures came out amazing. Your Marine will take some photos with their shop and then you'll head back into the venue. Another drink?

2005

Man that hour went by fast! The five minute warning has just been called. You and your Marine go to your seats and wait for the ceremony to begin.

2010

The ceremony starts. Everyone is seated and quiet. There's always one rushing back to their seat from the bathroom. (You can watch a full ceremony from last year here but im going to summarize it. Im speaking from my experience overseas but the video is stateside Marine Corps)

The band does their introduction segment commencing the start of the ceremony. The march forward turn and march back. Next comes the sword detail. There are 4 pairs that walk through. There are both Enlisted Marines and Officers in the sword detail. They march in pairs to their position and once are all in place the Commanding Officer, Sergeant Major, and XO march past the sword detail to the front of the stage. Everyone stands when they walk by to show respect. Next comes the color guard with the American Flag and Marine Corps flag and two rifles march onto stage. Everyone stays standing to honor the colors are they pass. The National Anthem is played followed by Anchors Away and then the Marine Corps Hymn. Which every Marine sings!!

The cake is then marched onto stage while the band plays. A traditional speech is made. Then the CO cuts the cake with the NCO sword giving a slice to the guest speaker. The another slice to the oldest Marine. The oldest Marine takes a fork full and passes it to the youngest Marine for a fork full. This symbolizes the passing of traditions!

After that the color guard marches off stage followed by the cake detail and oldest and youngest Marine. The CO, XO, and SgtMaj exit the stage. Then the sword detail. The guest speaker will then give their speech and then the birthday message will play. I have it linked below. It was fire this year!!

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The ceremony ends and the bars open. Half the Marines there rush to the bathroom and the other half to the bar. The venue staff start to bring out a shrimp cocktail appetizer. After 15 minutes they bring out a salad. Then after about another 15 minutes they bring out the main course. There are four options chicken, steak, fish, and vegetarian.

2200 - 0130

The dance floor opens. You are free to leave at this time if you want. The venue service starts clearing off the tables and the DJ starts playing music. Marines go outside to smoke cigars others hit the bar for the 4-5th time. The dance floor gets crazy. The CO will even bust some moves on the dance floor. Medals come off so no one looses them (Plus they are so freaking expensive) and everyone has fun till the venue closes.

I hope you enjoyed your ball <3

Happy Birthday Marines!! Semper Fi

Military Lingo Key:

Section - who you work with basically

Sword detail - you can read about that tradition here

cake detail - you can read all about it here

#call of duty #call of duty x reader #keegan russ #keegan russ x reader #cod x marines #just a random post for fun!!

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tropes-and-tales · 2 years

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You’re the Mark

Day 3: Glove Kink (Ray Merrimen x F!Reader)

(For the 2022 Kinktober event offered by @the-purity-pen. The original post and calendar/list can be found here.)

CW: Light angst (neglectful relationship); smut (fingering; shades of dominance). 18+ only.

Word Count: 3435

Requested by anonymous!

You aren’t subtle at all, and the guys notice it almost immediately.

Strike that: most of the guys notice it almost immediately. Bosco, Levoux. They get back from a heist, this time at a poorly-guarded nightclub. They immediately set into motion like clockwork: start unpacking the money, dousing it for dye packs, microwaving it, counting it out. They are still in their tactical gear, close-fitting black clothing, heavy boots, gloves.

And most of them notice. The guys watch you as you stare at Ray, the desire blatant in your expression. You run the cash through the counting machine, but your eyes track Ray around the room while you do.

Bosco, Levoux—they notice.

Ray does not.

No one would ever accuse Ray Merrimen of being a great boyfriend. He’s not even a very good one: his first love has always been the high of planning and executing a heist, and any woman has always been a distant second. He’s a closed-off man; his stint in the Marines and then in prison has left him with little ability to grow connections beyond the fraternal ones with his MARSOC and heist buddies.

Somehow you wriggled your way into his life. You have the everloving patience of a saint, always overlooking the benign neglect, overlooking when you come in a distant second to a new score.

Levoux and Bosco love Ray like a brother, so they help him out as best they can. They both have families, loved ones. They both know that having someone to go home to each night can help keep the demons at bay.

They also both know that even a woman like you, patient to a fault, will eventually grow weary and leave—so they help him out.

It’s Bosco who sidles over to Ray. Ray is lost in his usual post-score audit, when he mentally walks through each step after the fact, looks for slip-ups or unforeseen snags. It’s overkill. It’s more work than is necessary, especially when there are better things to do.

“Hey,” Bosco says, his voice low. “Why don’t you leave it? We’re almost done here.”

Ray shakes his head. “The diagrams were off. They had HVAC work done that changed the schematics of the back office.”

“Doesn’t matter. We got away clean.”

Ray opens his mouth to argue, but Bosco reaches past him, rolls up the diagrams of the club. “Leave it, man. Don’t you have better things to do?”

Ray shakes his head. Bosco snorts in disgust, and he jerks his chin in your direction.

“C’mon, Ray. Your girl has been eye-fucking you for the past half hour. She came here all dolled up in that cute little dress, waiting for you.”

Ray turns and glances over at you, catches your eye. You gift him with a smile, then turn and run a new stack of money through the counter.

“When was the last time you spent any time with her, huh?” Bosco continues, quiet so you don’t hear him. “We’re nearly done here. Why don’t we roll out and let you have some alone time?”

*****

Ray knows he’s a shitty boyfriend. He has analyzed it from all angles and has no fucking clue why you stick around.

In theory, he wants to be better. In theory, he knows that you’re the best thing to happen to him I a long time, maybe in his whole life. Levoux once pulled him aside at a cookout, gave him a speech about how rare a loyal woman was, how a guy had to hold onto a steadfast woman with both hands when he found her.

In practice, he has no experience in this sort of shit. He’s had girlfriends, obviously. He just always kept them at arm’s length, and it never hurt when they finally got tired and broke up with him. Ray Merrimen keeps his inner self walled off from everyone, and that never was an issue until now.

For the first time, he thinks it might hurt. If you got tired of his shitty boyfriend behavior and broke up to him, it might actually hurt him.

He keeps his inner self walled off, but you’ve breeched his defenses anyway.

He knows he absolutely has to do better.

The guys clear out, and it’s only you and Ray left in the garage. You’re running through the final few bundles of cash. He walks over to you, tosses his black beanie, his black leather gloves onto the table beside you. You look up at him with that sunny smile of yours. As if he hasn’t been neglecting you for weeks and weeks so that he could focus on this heist.

These stupid heists. For the first time, Ray Merriment starts to think maybe there’s something beyond planning and executing perfect robberies.

“You did really well,” you tell him. You glance down at the running tally you’ve been keeping. “Looks like you’ll come out to almost a half million, all told. Seems like a lot for a night club.”

“We targeted that club because they were running drugs too.”

You laugh. “Criminals stealing from criminals. Doesn’t that cancel out the crime, like multiplying two negative numbers?”

“I don’t feel bad about it, stealing from those assholes.”

He watches as you finish up, as you bundle up the last batch of bills. Bosco’s earlier comment is at the forefront of his mind, and Ray doesn’t miss the shy glances you give him out of the corner of your eye. Shy glances, but laced with obvious heat—the way you catch your lower lip between your teeth as you watch him.

You finish, put the final bundles of cash in the non-descript toolbox that will be loaded into the work truck and transported to the guy who launders it for them. Then you turn and fix him with that same smile.

“Ready to go?” you ask.

He shakes his head and stares back at you. “I’ve been a shitty boyfriend, haven’t I?”

You sputter when you reply that no, he’s been fine…no, he’s been great, and Ray knows you’re being nice and lying to him.

“You can tell me the truth, you know. I want you to.”

You shrug, embarrassed. “I know you’ve been busy. Preoccupied. It’s fine.”

He shakes his head again. “It’s not fine. You deserve better.”

“I’m happy where I am, Ray.”

“You like waiting around on a career criminal who always puts you second?” He stares at you hard, half-wants you to wise up right in front of him. Dump him then and there and move on. You do deserve so much better: you are young and sunny and sweet and loyal, and anyone would be lucky to have you.

You cross your arms, and Ray is reminded that you are stubborn too—sweetly so.

“I’m happy where I am, Ray,” you repeat. “And I don’t mind waiting around for my career criminal boyfriend.” You tilt your head, sweep your gaze up him: from his combat boots to his short-cropped hair. “I like the way you look in your tactical gear.”

The corner of his mouth twitches in his version of a smile. “That so?”

“Yup.”

“You know, I’m a shitty boyfriend,” he says conversationally, and he turns back to the table where he tossed his gloves. “But I’m a fucking great criminal.”

You hum in interest, and Ray glances at you as he picks up his leather gloves. He pulls them on deliberately, one at a time.

Bosco was right: the lust in your expression is blatant. Your eyes get a heavy-lidded quality, and instead of biting your lip as you did before, your lips are parted as your breathing quickens. You watch his every move, watch his hands with obvious interest.

“The key to being a great criminal is intention.” He keeps the casual tone, but he stalks around the table towards you with purpose. Fixes you in his stare, and your breath hitches.

“It’s having a plan,” he adds. He stops and stands inches from you: he’s a full head taller, and he bends his head to look down at you. “It’s having a clear vision of what you want to do and then executing it.”

“What…” You stop, swallow audibly. “What do you want to do?”

He chuckles, reaches out one gloved hand and lays it gently along the side of your neck. “I can’t tell you. You’re the mark in this situation.”

“Oh.”

“You just have to wait until I do it.”

“O-okay.”

“All you have to do, baby, is tell me if it’s too much.” He lays his other hand on your waist. “You tell me to stop and I’ll stop, got it?”

“Got it.” Your voice is tight, strained. Even through the glove, he swears he can feel your hammering pulse in the side of your neck.

He dips his head lower, murmurs low in your ear. “Only problem is, I don’t have the schematics on you. You gonna take what I give you like a good girl? Or are you gonna be a problem?”

You breathe out unsteady, and he feels you shift against his light hold. “I’ll be good,” you whisper, and this is all new—the two of you have never played at anything like this, but Ray falls into this dominant persona too easily…and the want is shimmering off of you like heat off of asphalt. Being submissive must affect you similarly.

“What if it’s too much?”

“I’ll tell you to stop,” you answer.

“See?” He bends his head to you, nips lightly at the side of your neck. “Already doing so good for me.”

He moves the hand from your neck and puts it on your waist too, and then he turns you, walks you backwards until you bump into the table. He taps your hip, signals for you to hop up, and he guides you to sit on the edge of the table.

“First thing any good criminal does is get the lay of the land,” he says. “Learns the landscape.” He lays a gloved hand on your bare knee, places the other hand on your other knee. He presses on them, spreads your thighs and then slots himself between them.

He shifts one hand to cup the back of your neck, bending over as he towers over you. He steadies you, and he feels the barest bit of resistance against his hold. He turns the hand on your knee inward, strokes along the apex of your knee with the supple leather.

“Still okay?” he asks. He keeps his voice low, quiet. It’s his heist-voice, the same one he uses once the situation is under control and he needs people to pay attention to what he’s saying. “You gotta talk to me, baby.”

“Still okay.” You nod against his hand.

“You’ll tell me if you aren’t?”

“Yes.”

He wonders how it feels to you, the gloves touching you instead of his bare hands. It’s a curious sensation for him: desensitized to not feeling your soft skin, Ray is able to focus more on you. He takes in the way your breathing picks up, but you seem to be trying to hide it, seem to be concentrating on keeping calm.

He alternates: he skates his fingertips inch by inch against the inside of your thighs, switches from one leg to the other. When your breath starts to get a ragged quality to it, when he gets close to the sweet spot, he pulls away and starts over, this time with a firmer pressure. Then again, a third time, palming along your thighs, cupping the curves of your legs, letting you feel the seams of the leather.

“Seems like I’m taking too long, right?” he asks, still using his low heist-voice. “Criminals who get caught don’t take their time. They rush it. They get sloppy and miss some important point.”

You reach up, hook a hand around his elbow of the arm holding the back of your neck. “And you’ve not missed anything important?”

He hums in agreement. “Learned a lot of valuable intel.”

“Like what?”

“Like that it tickles when I use my fingertips really lightly. You want to jerk away but you stop yourself, because you are listening so well and being so good for me. But when I put my whole hand on you, when I grip your thigh with my entire hand, you press into it. You like that best. Being manhandled.”

To demonstrate, Ray does that—spreads his fingers wide, grips the inside of your thigh firmly. Presses that leg open wider, and he’s rewarded with your own fingers digging into his arm as you bite back a soft moan.

“Now, usually, I tell my marks to keep quiet.” He glances down at you, but your head is bent. He takes in the way your chest rises and falls, how hard you’re trying to keep your breathing even.

“But here, I think I’d rather hear you,” he continues. “Don’t you dare stop yourself from making noise. I wanna hear you.”

“Ray—”

“Don’t hold back for me. Got it?”

A beat, and he swears he can feel the heat rising from your face. “I got it.”

He lets his hand drift higher and higher, and even through the leather of the glove, he can feel the heat of you. He strokes you gently, the pad of his gloved hand rubbing you through the thin fabric of your panties as he cups your mound. You moan again, and you don’t try to stifle the sound this time.

“Good girl,” he murmurs. “You listen so well.”

He goes slow, leisurely. Takes his time. He owes you his time—this bit here and so much more—but this is where he can start. After all the nights you went to bed alone, all the moments he missed because he was laser-focused on the club heist…he owes it to you, with interest.

Your other hand snakes out, lightly grips the bicep of the arm touching you so carefully. He can feel your fingers circling him, the surprising strength in your grip. A reminder that you’re soft and pretty and can play at these submissive games, but there’s a force hidden away in you, a secret reserve of strength that he rarely sees because he’s rarely around.

You’re also selfless to a fault. Even now, neglected as you’ve been, you squeeze his bicep and whisper, voice ragged and hoarse, “what about you, Ray?”

“I don’t share details with the mark,” he replies with a smile. “But you’ve been so good…I guess I can tell you. You don’t worry about me at all. You worry about yourself, okay?”

“But—”

“I’m running the show here, so you kinda have to listen,” he interrupts.

“Okay, but—”

He tsks in mock disappointment. “And you were doing so well.” A beat. “I’m taking care of you right now. I’m gonna make a mess of you, then I’m gonna take you home and clean you up. And if you’re very, very good, I’ll make a mess of you again.”

You drop your head at that, breathe out a shaky sigh as you press your forehead to his chest. He chuckles again, drops a gentle kiss to the top of your head.

“Still with me?”

“….yes.”

He shifts his hand between your legs. He pushes the fabric of your panties aside, and he strokes his gloved finger through your folds, drawing a shaky groan from you. He can feel your heat through the leather, but he can’t feel if you’re wet—but he can guess that you are, judging by how easily his fingertip slides against you.

The thought of you soaking the black leather of his glove, your scent mingling with the faint smell of the cured leather…it makes him grow harder, his cock pressing against his pants. Already his glove is rendered useless for future heists, covered in your DNA, and the thought of repurposing them for these sorts of games makes his own breathing quicken.

Already he can thinks of other things to repurpose. An outfit of all black, the tactical gear that made you ogle him so openly. Maybe a length of rope to bind your wrists….

Ray twists his hand and pushes his index finger into you, steady, until it’s buried in you.

“Oh, god,” you groan and you aren’t quiet at all. Just as he told you.

He kisses the top of your head again. He pulls his finger out, plunges it back into you. Again and again, over and over.

“Like that? Fuck, I can hear how wet you are. You like getting finger-fucked on my gloves? Like soaking them? Ruining them?”

He adds a second finger, pushes both into you. He can feel how the gloves add the barest bit of girth to his fingers, make him just a shade bigger. He can feel the stretch of your pussy accommodating him. He stills for a moment, lets you adjust to him. To the size of his fingers and the seams along the gloves, the unique sensation of something other than his bare skin inside you.

When your tight grip on his bicep loosens a little, he curls his fingers inside you. It always takes him a moment, so he presses carefully, slowly. Presses against the inner walls of your pussy, and he waits until he hears the sharp intake of breath, hears the whimper as you cry out, “right there, f-fuck, Ray, right there.”

“Knew I’d find it,” he smirks as he presses firmer, rubs you there. “Even with the glove on.”

He can’t feel you the way he usually would. Every other sense heightening in its absence: the scent of your arousal, the sight of your head pressed against his chest. He can hear how wet you are, but he can also hear the way you whine out his name, the little moans you give when he presses his thumb against your clit. The way your breathing gets harsh, catching in your throat as he draws you closer and closer.

He can still feel some things, though. He can feel your hands gripping his arms, can feel your feet when you lock your ankles around his legs. He can also feel the subtle way you rock against the table, pushing back against his hand the barest little bit. You stay in the submissive role mostly, but your hips move almost unconsciously, chasing his plunging fingers.

“You gonna come for me, baby?” he whispers, and his own voice is hoarse now. “You gonna ruin these gloves for good? Make such a mess that I have to clean you up with my mouth when we get home?”

“S-so close,” you pant out. “Feels so g-good, Ray.”

He presses his thumb against your clit, hard, and it pushes you over the edge. His sensation is dulled by the leather of the glove, but he can feel your orgasm still: the way your pussy grips him, ripples along the length of his fingers. He swears he can feel the rush of your cum, feel it soaking through the seam of the well-made gloves, can feel the barest bit of your arousal against his skin.

He releases his hold on the back of your neck and winds his arm around you. He pulls you close as you tremble through your orgasm; he mutters against the top of your head how fucking good you’ve been, how hot you are, letting him fuck you with his gloved fingers.

You finally calm. You unlock your ankles, you release his arms. Ray slips his fingers out of you, and he bites back his own groan to see the mess you’ve made: the black leather slick and shiny with your cum.

But he puts his other hand on your shoulder, and he pushes you away from him enough to finally see your face: it’s similarly wrecked—your eyes glassy, your lower lip shiny with spit where you’ve been worrying at it. He smiles to see it, and he dips his head to kiss you.

He tries to keep any heat out of it. He tries to make it sweet.

You grin up at him when he breaks away. “Good heist, Merrimen?”

“Got the goods, got away with it,” he replies, deadpan. “Pretty good heist.”

“You are one of the best.” You crane your head for another kiss, and he obliges, and he feels the heat behind it…

“But I believe you promised to clean up the mess you made,” you reply when you break away. “So…”

“Home?” he asks.

“Home,” you agree.

#tropes-and-tales #tppkinktober2022 #ray merrimen #ray merrimen x reader #ray merrimen imagine #den of thieves

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mini-uzzy · 6 months

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NAME : Jason "Askal" Timog

ALIASES : Shadow 5-1, "Ryett"

APPEARS IN : Call of Duty: Modern Warfare III

NATIONALITY : Filipino

AFFILIATIONS : Philippine Army (former), Philippine Scout Rangers (former), Shadow Company, KorTac

GENDER : Male

STATUS : Alive

MARKS : Tattoos on left arm

EYES : Dark brown

HAIR : Black

SKIN : Fair

HEIGHT : 5'7'' (1.70m)

WEAPONS : TAQ-V, Mini-Uzi, Bolo, Any weapon acquired by the player

EQUIPMENT : Any equipment obtained by the player

TIMELINE : Modern Warfare Reboot

FACE MODEL/VOICE ACTOR : Baron Geisler

"Former Philippine Scout Ranger from Davao Oriental. Specializing in jungle and unconventional warfare, and highly skilled in close quarters combat."

IN-GAME BIOGRAPHY

Jason "Askal" Timog was born and raised in the rural mountains of Davao Oriental, Philippines. At 18 years old he enlisted in the army, motivated by the rampant terrorist attacks on his country. He would later join the Philippine Scout Rangers, where he was nicknamed "askal" meaning "feral dog", from a habit of baring teeth during vigorous trainings. One of his deployments was a joint operation between MARSOC and the Scout Rangers, tasked to take down a chain of Al-Qatala strongholds in Southern Philippines. Among the MARSOC operators was Phillip Graves. In 2019, Askal and several other Rangers were involved in a mutiny. Although it was a failure, the rebels took multiple innocent lives before fleeing the area. Askal barely escaped trial thanks to the help of his sister, who was exiled by their family for being transgender. She took him to Canada, but it was a matter of time before he's recognized. Commander Graves approached Askal at a perfect time, offering security in exchange for his expertise. He proved to be a valuable soldier for Shadow Company. In 2021, Graves formed "Whiskey Company" a team of operators specializing in amphibious and jungle warfare, led by Askal who was rather enthusiastic about it as he was teamed up with his friends. Early 2023, Whiskey was dispatched to track down Konni strongholds across Europe and gather intel of Makarov’s inner circle. The intel would later aid TF-141 and Shadow Company on their relentless search for Commander Makarov.

⛓ 𝔞𝔟𝔬𝔲𝔱 𝔪𝔢 ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ☕ ⛓

#cod oc #call of duty modern warfare 3 #oc : askal #here he is!! been a year since I created him and now id like you guys to meet my boii!!#Spotify

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amai-no-ura · 3 months

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Hey, what made you change your mind about your primary, in shc way?

Because... my 'cause' oriented personality came from my primary being burned. I never have my community or family. I never have friends that lasts and my family sees me as sentient farm equipment. I never have someone I could be with. So, I cope with it by saying 'I don't any of those things. I'm better than them. I will chase my goal and focus on nothing else but that'.

But now ... I have a friend who sticks with me and actively pushing me to be better. I finally know what it's like to have a community. Then I realized that my 'goal' itself (to join USMC then MARSOC) isn't exactly because of some idealistic purposes. What I want is the community. I want the life of the military and the bond and community between someone who have been through shit together. Someone who has my back. I want 'my people' and I want to be good enough to protect what is mine.

Given the emphasis on 'my people' I have, I'm Snake primary.

#sortinghatchats #sorting hat chats #snake primary

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