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The King and The Honey Badger

The honey Badger is regarded as one of the fiercest and bravest creature in the animal kingdom despite its small size, and it’s about time the Austrian king found that out.

König x Male!Reader

Warning : Violence - Blood - Death

(Nothing that graphic)

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König couldn’t quite say when he had first officially met the elusive ‘Honey Badger’ that had found his way into the Austrian’s ranks.

He had simply always been there. Watching, listening, and obeying. And wether by chance or unfortunate circumstances he and König had never wound up on the same team when it came to missions.

So, to say König didn’t know much of the male would be an understatement. He knew what he looked like, at least for the most part.

The lower half of his face was always clad with a dark mask, the snarling muzzle of a honey badger painted on it to match his call sign. He wasn’t the tallest of König’s men, but he was by far one of the strongest. His body thick and almost tank like with his broad shoulders and packed in muscles.

The first time König really remembered speaking with the h/c haired male was late one Friday night. A few of the men had gone out to a nearby bar not far from the base. Only a few hours may have passed when he received a text for the e/c eyed soldier.

‘Can you open the door please? My hands are full.’

The colonel was a bit confused. Why were the males hands full? They had only went to the bar, right? Nonetheless, the Austrian male tread over to the door and opened it to the bizarre sight before him.

Honey Badger lumbered in, two soldiers thrown over one of his shoulders and another tucked under his arm. No words were exchanged as he came in, chucking the three blackout drunks onto the common room couch. There were a few groans of protest, but other then that the three didn’t stir.

“What—“ König stood there, his widening eyes the only show of shock on his own masked face. “What happened?”

Honey Badger waved a hand dismissively, chuckling a bit. “Ah, they had a few to many and got into a bar fight with some other guys.”

It was then König noticed the small dusting of glass that coated the shoulders of the others leather jacket.

“Don’t worry though, I managed to break it up with minimal damage done. And I got them out of there before the police showed up.” The s/c soldiers eyes crinkled a bit, hinting at the wry smile that played beneath his mask.

That was when König noticed that the snarling muzzle wasn’t there any longer, and Y/n had swapped out his regular mask for a more casual one.

“You didn’t get hurt did you?” König really did care for all of his men, and as he stood there in front of the blazing e/c eyes of his most elusive soldier he fought to build something stronger between them.

Y/n shrugged, adjusting his mask absentmindedly. “Some dude threw a bottle and it knocked me in the face, cut my cheek a bit.”

König’s anxiety immediately flared, turning to dig through one of the cabinets to find the first aid kit.

“Here let me clean it for you, and make sure there aren’t any shards left in there.”

König heard the rustling of fabric before he turned around, his body momentarily stalling at the sight before him.

He really shouldn’t have been that shocked. Of course Y/n would have to take his mask off for König to clean his cheek, really it was just common sense, but that didn’t make the sight any less awing for the Austrian.

His s/c colored cheek had a short gash in it, bits of dried blood and what König thought was a small piece of glass were decorated around it.

The colonel forced himself back into the moment, not willing to allow the males gorgeous face to throw off his concentration. He was a damn soldier, he could handle this.

König fought to keep his thoughts straight as he gently plucked out the shard of glass from Y/n’s cheek, using an antiseptic wipe to clean away the blood and keep out infection.

With the wound now clean König pulled back to find a bandage of the right size. While his focus was elsewhere Honey Badger’s eyes were trained on him and him alone.

Y/n was sizing the male up, but not in the traditional sense, more of just trying to get a feel of him. The e/c eyed male had always watched from afar, taken note of the Colonel’s mannerisms and habits, but up close he was a whole different painting for Y/n to admire.

As König turned back with a bandage in hand Y/n didn’t bother to avert his eyes, meeting the colonel’s gaze head on. In fact, König was the one who averted his eyes first, hands trembling as he applied the patch. He felt as the though he was melting under the Honey Badger’s gaze, and he couldn’t tell if he loved it or not.

With König now focused on something Y/n went back to letting his eyes wonder down, unable to stop them from catching near the massive Austrian’s waist, fighting a smirk.

‘My oh my~’

When König pulled back Y/n offered him a grin.

“Thank you, Sir.”

“J-just König is fine, really.” König sputtered, shaking his hands a bit. He didn’t think he’d be able to see straight if Y/n called him sir again.

“Right. Thank you, König. Have a good night.” Y/n hummed, before retreating back into the darkness of the hallway and to his own barracks.

König swallowed thickly, bringing up a hand to clutch over his racing heart when the other was out of sight.

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After that night König paid far more attention to who was in each squad when his men went out in the field, and soon the King and the Honey Badger were hardly ever seen a part.

Y/n pushed himself on, his thick legs plowing through the snow with ease. He wasn’t a fan of being separated from König, so he just tried to remind himself that the Austrian was only 100 meters away through the trees.

“I hate this…” Honey Badger grumbled, trudging on as his gaze scanned the tree line for anything that may be an enemy soldier.

“You’re fine, only another half mile to go.” König tried to soothe through the coms. “If anything we got—“

König’s link suddenly cut out and Y/n froze in his tracks, bringing a hand up to his ear.

“König? König, come on now, this isn’t funny.”

Somewhere off to the right of him a gunshot rang out, breaking through the cold air. Honey Badger whipped his head around, e/c eyes rapidly moving to try and hone in on where it had come from.

Without another moment the male set himself into motion, moving through the snow at an alarming pace to find, what he hoped to be, König alive and kicking.

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König was on the ground, clutching at his bicep as his back pressed up against the tree behind him.

A soldier in white camouflage laid before him, dead. A puddle of blood slowly seeping out into the snow beneath him and staining it red.

Another soldier, dressed identically to the other, trudged towards König, rifle in hand. As König reached for his pistol the soldier shouted something in a language he didn’t recognize, pointing the barrel of his gun at König.

König froze, and as the soldier shouted again he drew his hand back. The soldier came to a stop a few feet from the Austrian, continuing to speak.

From the brief pauses he took König figured he was speaking to someone over a com link. König’s breath came in ragged, short puffs. The soldier gave a nod and lifted up his rifle, crosshairs aimed for König’s head.

“König!”

Like a freight train with no breaks, a blur of s/c and h/c plowed through the soldier, sending them both sprawling into the snow.

Y/n kicked away the man’s rifle as they wrestled on the ground, throwing violent punches back and forth. König quickly snatched up his pistol, but he had no way of getting a shot without hitting Y/n as well.

However, König could see the camouflaged soldier growing tired, his punches getting weaker, but Y/n looked like he was just getting started.

The Colonel watched as Y/n reached down to his hip, rearing back his arm again with a long blade in his hand. With a viscous cry he plunged the knife into the soldiers neck, who was quick to fall still.

Honey Badger shoved the guys body away, jogging over to König and kneeling by his bloody arm.

“You alright?” He asked breathlessly, small clouds forming in the freezing air from his warm breath. König blinked, shaking his head to steady his train of thought.

“Ja, I am fine.”

Despite the reassurance Honey Badger gripped the top of his own sleeve before tearing it off, wrapping the fabric tightly around the wound. König couldn’t help but worry.

“You’ll get cold.” He pointed out, using his good arm to prod at the soldier.

“Rather deal with a bit of frost bite than have you bleed out on me, sir.”

“I thought we talked about the ‘sir’ thing.” König grumbled as Y/n helped him to stand. Extraction could take another two hours to arrive, so Y/n helped König to a place further from the dead soldiers and out of the puddle of his own blood.

“You’re warm.” Y/n commented absentmindedly as he helped König to sit on a nearby log. Though the Colonel knew he didn’t need the pampering, he was more than happy to receive it from his companion.

Honey Badger did a final check of his body, poking and prodding in search of any other wounds.

With a sigh of relief he plopped himself down next go König, body relaxing.

The Austrian blinked, watching as the skin of Y/n’s exposed arm slowly turned red in the cold. Without a word said König wrapped his good arm around the shorter males body, pulling him in.

“You’re cold.”

A smile creeped onto Y/n’s lips beneath his mask. His shoulders slumped as he leaned his head onto König’s chest.

“Thank you, König.”

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A/n WOW that took way longer than needed sorry y’all 😅

Definitely plan on making these two a recurring couple so it you’ve got any ideas for Honey Badger I’d love to hear ‘em!!

#cod x male reader #cod x reader #konig cod #Konig #konig x reader #konig call of duty #x male reader #male y/n #honey badger

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wrestlingwithlife · 8 months

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I’ll let you guys pick the next story I work on and post!

#task force 141 #cod x male reader #cod x reader #captain john price #john soap mactavish #simon ghost riley #konig cod

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wrestlingwithlife · 8 months

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Task Force 141 Boys with Cowboy (Head canons)

Decided I’d write some head cannons for Cowboy!Reader with our main boys either that haven’t written about yet or have but are so cute I wanted to reiterate <3

Task Force 141 x Cowboy!Reader

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Soap :

#1 hype man fr 🗣️🗣️

Absolutely obsessed 😍

Will literally find any excuse to get Y/n to talk just to hear his accent

After watching Ghost get man handled by him he actually begged Y/n to spar with him

Looks up southern stuff to say to Y/n

“Y/n, will you take me to a Honkytonk? 🥺”

He tries his best but at this point he’s just doing it to get a reaction

Stumbled across the song “F***** by a Country Boy” and thought all country music was like that

Couldn’t look Y/n in the eye with hearing it in his head for a solid week

Never sleeps better then when his head is in Y/n’s lap

Literally will sleep like a rock

Soap is usually the one who falls asleep on Y/n

He didn’t realize how cuddly Y/n actually was until after one fateful night

Soap had came to watch old murder files with the southern male one night

Y/n fell asleep on Soap’s shoulder, slumbering silently

When Soap went to lean forward to grab his water he was yanked back into Y/n

Y/n bear hugged him to his chest and refused to let him go

Soap cherished that moment for the rest of forever

Added ‘Save a horse ride a cowboy’ to his Instagram bio

Has def stolen Y/n hat and tried it on

Y/n didn’t have the heart to tell him about the hat rule

But he’ll handle it eventually~

Absolute thigh guy

Has been caught staring so many times

Does not care

Continues to stare 👀

Has asked Y/n to crush him between his thighs

Y/n thought he was joking

He was not

#relatable

Ghost :

Absolutely whipped

Won’t even deny it if someone calls him out

He’s all about that Honkytonk Badonkadonk🤠

When Y/n says a word or phrase he doesn’t understand he just nods along until the male walks away, in which he will whip out his phone and immediately search it up

When Y/n mentioned there were times he missed his horses he made it his personal mission to find horses for him to pet

Ended up finding a place nearby that did horse therapy

He and Y/n both went and they absolutely loved it

The horses absolutely adored Y/n and smothered him with love

The southern male was happy to reciprocate

Ghost took a picture of it and now it’s his Lock Screen

Ghost was nervous the horses weren’t going to like him

Most animals don’t like his mask

Was elated when he realized the horses didn’t care about it

They really started to love him when Y/n showed Ghost how to feed them

Ghost was in heaven

He grew particularly fond of an old shire mare

She was all white and covered in scars but she was so impossibly gentle for her massive size

The worker said they called her Big Mama and she’d was a retired logging horse that had been rescued from going to slaughter

She adored Ghost and followed him everywhere

The workers explained she had a knack for taking the more nervous horses and animals on the ranch under her wing and making them feel a safe

Ghost almost cried when he hugged her 🥺

Now where Soap liked to sleep on Y/n, Ghost prefers to have Y/n sleep on him

Was laying in bed with Y/n one night while scrolling through his phone

Y/n was already snoozing 😴

Ghost went to put his phone on the nightstand only to get yanked back

Bro was shocked

Y/n snatched him back, burrowing under his arm

Almost cried again 🥹

Price :

Absolutely adores Y/n southern culture

Has a little notebook where he keeps stuff he learned from Y/n written down 🖊️

Occasionally uses southern slang around Y/n but unlike Soap he’s completely serious

Except the word Ain’t

He refuses to say that

When he finds out Y/n feels homesick he does everything he can to help

Gets Y/n all his favorite things

Favorite candies, books, flowers, even got Y/n a cow stuffie when he talked about missing his animals

Y/n put it next to his horse stuffie he got him last week

Price is a good cook but he doesn’t usually have the urge to do it that often

But when Y/n talked about a dish from his home town he missed??

Price spent two day’s learning how to make it and getting the stuff

Whipped that shit up like freaking master chef

The cowboy was elated and gave Price the most bone crushing hug

Snuck a little cheek kiss in there too 💋

Price’s cheeks turned pink so fast

I’m just going to say it…

Has drunk made out with Y/n before 🤯

The two got absolutely turnt on whiskey and just went for it

They never spoke about it after that but when they get close they still think about it

Price misses how the American male tastes

Something definitely awoke in him the day that he watched Y/n ride that mechanical bull

In a game of ‘Fuck, Marry, Kill’ Y/n would Marry Price a hundred times over

I mean, me too 😍

Tried southern Cajun food that Y/n made once and his heart almost stopped

It tasted good and then all of a sudden everything was on fire

Did better at holding his spice then Soap tho so 10/10

Y/n’s go to after solo missions

Y/n will stumble into his office all tired and instead of pulling up a chair just plops on the floor and leans his head on Price’s leg

Price just plays with his hair while he finishes paper work

He’d be lying if he said his mind didn’t occasionally wander with how close Y/n was to his nether regions 😜

Gaz :

Trails Y/n like a puppy ��

I mean this boy hangs off his every word

If Y/n ever has to run an errand off the base you best believe Gaz will be going with him

Also looks up southern slang to understand Y/n better

Also listened to “F***** by a Country Boy” and couldn’t look Y/n in the eyes for a solid week

Always offers to help Y/n when he works out

Sometimes gets distracted when he’s spotting but no one can blame the poor boy

Acts of service is def his love language ❤️

Demands to know the names of every animal Y/n owns

Made a playlist of songs that Y/n mentioned he liked

Listens to it constantly

Likes to ‘help’ Y/n cook

Really just hands him stuff that Y/n asks for

Handles the spices the best out of any of them

When it’s just the two of them going out for whatever reason he’ll just grab onto Y/n somehow

Holding a hand, the hem of a jacket or shirt, or intertwining their arms

Y/n is happy to reciprocate

People will come up to Gaz while Y/n is distracted and compliment how cute of a couple they are

Just thanks them and doesn’t deny it ever

Sleeps in Y/n’s bed more then his own

Y/n will be working at his desk and Gaz will just wander in in and plop onto his bed to sleep

If Y/n takes to long Gaz will sigh loudly till he gets the hint

Always fights Soap for Y/n’s lap on movie nights

Besides Price he’s probably got the best sense of self control

He ain’t perfect though

Is Y/n isn’t watching him he is LOCKED ON

Always locked onto those cheeks 🥵

His mind does tend to wander

Y/n could ask Gaz to fake his death and run away with him and Gaz would do it in a heartbeat

#task force 141 #cod x male reader #cod x reader #captain john price #john soap mactavish #simon ghost riley #cod gaz #cod x cowboy!reader #cowboy!reader

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wrestlingwithlife · 9 months

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I would like everyone to gaze upon this masterpiece

Credit to @gaz.jpeg on TikTok

#task force 141 #simon ghost riley #gyattt

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wrestlingwithlife · 9 months

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Wolf In Sheep’s Clothing

Price brings a new recruit onto the team, confident he would fit in well and his abilities would be of use. Despite Gaz and Soap taking to him, Ghost is skeptical. That is until he sees what he is truly capable of.

Ghost x Male!Reader

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Now to say Ghost was not a fan of the new recruit that Price had seemingly adopted out of nowhere would be false. In fact, he quiet preferred the calm sweetness to Soap’s constant spurts of wild energy.

What Ghost didn’t quite understand was how the seemingly gentle and soft soul had gotten the call sign ‘Wolf’. Truly, his physical self was nothing to joke about. He was observant, always aware of his surroundings and always ready to react, but ‘Wolf’ seemed a bit of a stretch.

And yet, the way the other recruits who had graduated with him ducked their heads in his presence and moved from his path when he walked didn’t match the same gentle smile that greeted Ghost every day.

Ghost shook his head to clear away his thoughts, the hustle and bustle of the training room coming back to him. If anyone knew how much the h/c haired male filled his thoughts they’d think he caught a crush.

Which was absurd.

Y/n turned his head, his e/c eyes gazing up at Ghost from where he leaned on the wall beside him. “Everything alright, Ghost?”

…okay maybe it was totally absurd.

“Wolf! Foil! You two are up.”

Y/n’s eyes flickered with something Ghost had never seen in him before. His eyes cut over to the other male, gaze eerily calm. Foil, who had at least six inches on the s/c male and a good 50 pounds, was practically quivering at a mere look from the man at Ghost’s side.

Y/n hummed, patting Ghost on the shoulder and walking over to the ring, the crowds parting as he went. Foil scrambled to follow after, almost tripping over his feet.

Y/n ducked into the ring, and once he stepped onto the mat the whole atmosphere of the room changed. Wolf’s normally calm and gentle gaze turned cold and calculating, even as he made the simple walk to the other side of the ring, each step seemed calculated down to the last detail.

The sudden shift peeked Ghost’s interest. This would be his first time watching the male in action, so naturally he was curious.

The air in the room suddenly grew cold as Wolf found his footing, his glare crackling with electricity as he stared down his opponent with an almost predatory gaze.

“Begin!”

Y/n started a slow circle around the ring, and Foil copied his movements. Each of the h/c haired males steps was deliberate, as if he was stalking his opponent. His eyes darted along the others frame, watching and waiting for his chance.

Like a wolf circling it’s next kill, his cold e/c eyes scoping out for any weak spot.

Ghost couldn’t tear his gaze away from the fight, entranced by Y/n’s movements. How his muscles quivered in anticipation of his pounce. How his eyes darted from his opponents hands down to his feet.

Foil’s ankle buckled slightly as he misstepped and Wolf took his chance, launching a right hook across his face ferociously.

‘Damn.’ The masked male thought to himself. Was this really the same man who trailed Ghost around the base? The same gentle hands that would poke him to regain his attention during the boring meetings? Surely not.

But their was no denying it as Y/n, with an unmatched grace, slipped under Foil’s poor excuse of retaliation, jabbing his ribs before kicking his knees out.

With the larger male now on his knees Wolf spun behind him, wrapping his muscular thighs around his head and twisting to bring him to the ground.

Y/n slipped back down, pressing his knee into the male’s stomach and gripping his wrists with one of his hands to immobilize him.

Y/n’s other hand pinned down his head, exposing his neck to him.

There were a few cheers from the soldiers that had known the male during basics, and Price’s grin showed just how smug he felt as his own eyes cut over to the rest of the task force.

“Told ya. He’s a real beast, isn’t he?” You’d have thought that Y/n was Price’s son with the amount of pride the male showed, but then again who was to say he wasn’t?

Ghost shuddered a bit as he watched Wolf lean in close to Foil, eyes challenging. He couldn’t hear his voice, but he could read the words ‘Do you submit?’ on his lips.

Poor Foil nodded vigorously and Y/n pulled himself off, standing to offer a hand to the defeated soldier.

And just like that the air of ferocity was gone, replaced by a gentle grin and calm e/c eyes. Y/n offered Foil a pat on the back once he had regained his footing before he slipped out of the ring, making his way back to Ghost.

Ghost had no words, mouth open and closing beneath his balaclava in shock. He was broken from his silence as Wolf bumped a shoulder against him, looking up at him with a beaming smile.

“Hope I didn’t disappoint.” He chuckled, bringing his hand up to scratch his chest, a nervous habit of his Ghost had picked up on.

“Not at all.” Ghost rested his hand on the shorter males shoulder, giving a light squeeze as he leaned down a bit to whisper close to his ear. “You’ll have to show me some of those moves later~”

The s/c males cheeks dusted pink, but he managed to cover his embarrassment with a laugh. “Consider it a date!”

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Not exactly how I wanted this one to end so I may make a part 2 to this story, let me know what y’all think!

- Author~Chan out ✌️

#task force 141 #cod x male reader #cod x reader #simon riley #ghost x reader #cod ghost #simon ghost riley #ghost x male reader

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wrestlingwithlife · 9 months

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Hot Showers And Steamy Kisses

After training showers turn out to be a bit to steamy for Soap to handle.

Soap x Male!Reader

Warnings : Suggestive Content but nothing explicit

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Y/n ducked out of the ring, rolling his neck as he made his way back to the wall where is Soap was awaiting him. Soap offered his boyfriend a grin, eyes trailing his frame.

“You look hot.”

Y/n snorted, shaking his head. “Yeah, hot and sweaty.”

“That’s just how I like you~”

“You’re nasty.” The s/c male complained as he slapped Soap’s hands away, but he couldn’t help the small chuckle that escaped his lips at his lovers antics.

Soap went to lean on his boyfriends shoulder, but Y/n stuck an elbow out, keeping him from coming any closer.

“Absolutely not. We are both soaking wet and smell. Wait until after we shower.”

Soap grumbled a bit, but the invitation was there so he didn’t complain to much.

The Scott’s eyes suddenly got a mischievous look to them. “You should let me shower with you.” He begged, tilting his head in the way he knew Y/n wouldn’t be able to say no.

The e/c eyes male looked down at his boyfriend, seemingly weighing his options. The two had seen each other naked plenty of times, but they’d never really showered with one another.

Well they had, but it went much further a simple shower.

“Fine, but I’m tired, so we’re only showering. Understand?”

Soap huffed, a small whine bubbling in the back of his throat, but Y/n stood firm on his demands.

“Fine.”

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Soap slipped into Y/n’s room quietly, the sound of water running from the shower head already present. Soap had made a stop by his own room to grab a pair of comfy sweats, that had originally belonged to Y/n, to change into after he showered.

Y/n had gone a head to get the shower ready, already stepping in as he awaited his boyfriend’s arrival.

Soap tossed the sweats onto the bed before hurrying towards the bathroom, eager to join his lover. In his haste he ignored the suspicious amount of steam that filled the room as he stripped or the overwhelming heat he felt as he pulled back the curtain a bit to step into the shower.

The mow-hawked male slipped between Y/n and the water, only to let out an undignified yelp as the scalding liquid poured down his back.

“What the fuck!?” Soap shrieked, scrambling to stand in front of Y/n and clinging to his chest as he used his boyfriend as a shield.

The e/c eyed male quirked a brow, his hands resting on Soap’s hips to steady him. “What’s the matter?”

It dawned on Soap that his boyfriend was just casually standing under the scalding stream of water, seemingly unfazed.

“What the hell are you?” The Scott muttered under his breath, pressing close to his boyfriend so no stray bits of water would attack his already red skin.

Watching as Soap practically hid away from the shower head it was easy for Y/n to figure out the issue. “Is the water to hot for you?”

Without waiting for the other male to answer the h/c haired male reached back to turn down the water’s temperature. After a moment Soap stuck a tentative hand out, letting out a sigh of relief as he found the water much more bearable.

He leaned his head back a bit, giving his boyfriend a skeptical look. “I’m convinced you’ve burned all the nerves in your back off.”

Y/n chuckled, e/c eyes gleaming as he leaned down close to Soap’s face. “Maybe.” He hummed before capturing the males lips in a steamy kiss. Y/n pushed back on the smaller male until he was pressed against the wall of the shower.

Soap let out a surprised grunt at the feeling, gasping for air when Y/n finally pulled away. “I thought you were to tired?” He puffed, looking up into Y/n’s needy gaze.

The male hummed, hands trailing down Soap’s backside. He leaned in close, leaving playful nips along his ear.

“I just got my second wind~”

Soap was in for a long night.

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Sorry it’s a bit short, I’m currently working on a Ghost story and I hit a bit of a writers block so I decided to give y’all this to hold you guys over lol

Also I wanna know if you guys would be interested in the occasional spicier stories as well 😏

Man’s a bit of an update on Cowboy!Reader, I’ve got two stories planned out for him so I hope you guys will like them when they come out! They’ll be a bit longer than the normal ones so they may take a bit longer.

Anyhow, sorry for dumping all that information lol

- Author~Chan out ✌️

#task force 141 #cod x male reader #cod x reader #john soap mactavish #soap x reader #soap x male reader #soap x y/n

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wrestlingwithlife · 10 months

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I’ve been getting a a lot of Price and Barry Salone edits on my FYP to the point it is becoming concerning 💀

Maybe it’s a sign

#task force 141 #captain john price #cod mwf2 #cod price

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wrestlingwithlife · 10 months

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4th of July Fun

Given the location of the military base the Task Force resided in it was no surprise that the 4th of July wasn’t a big deal. In fact, most didn’t even know of it, but the American soldiers are hell bent on celebrating with as much fried food and fireworks as possible.

Task Force 141 x Male!Cowboy!Reader

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“Of course I’m paying for them.” Y/n rolled his eyes as if it was the most simple thing. He held the phone to his ear, listening to the man on the other side of the call whine that they didn’t want Cowboy to have to pay for everything.

“Joel it’s fine, it’s no big deal… Yes I know it’s a lot of money… Yes I can pay for it… Joel, buddy, you think someone who own hundreds of acres of land and countless heads livestock is poor… Exactly, now you and the guys pick the best fireworks and I’ll deal with the rest.”

Y/n sighed as he hung up the phone, but he couldn’t help but smile. It was endearing that they didn’t want him to have to do and pay for everything, but it was just easier.

Cowboy turned around, nearly jumping out of his skin at the looming figure of Ghost standing behind him. Y/n clutched over his heart. “Holy shit, Ghost we have got to get you a bell or something.”

Ghost rolled his eyes at the comment, but he quirked his brow at the American male. “What exactly do you need that many fireworks for?”

The h/c haired male perked up, eyes shining with excitement. “Oh! Me and the other American soldiers got clearance to celebrate the 4th of July!”

Ghost knew the 4th of July was a big deal in America, but he had never bothered to look into it. “How exactly do you celebrate the 4th of July?”

“Oh it’s great!” Y/n beamed, motioning Ghost to follow him as he walked. “There are lots of fireworks, food, and yard games.”

Ghost couldn’t help but allow his lips to curl into a smile as Cowboy rambled on, giddy with excitement. He turned his bright e/c eyes up to Ghost, smiling wide. “You and the others should come out when we do it! The more the merrier!”

Ghost hummed in thought, but he knew ultimately there was no way he could say no to Cowboy. “Alright.”

Y/n beamed at Ghost, giving him a quick hug before bounding off to finish his plans. Ghost smiled, eyes trained onto the other male as he left.

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Ghost’s eyes trailed around the hustle and bustle of the celebration. There were more American soldiers on the base then he’d originally thought, all of them were dressed rather patriotically with a few even having random red, white, or blue hand prints on their bodies.

The task force wandered about the place as they looked for their American teammate. They took the opportunity to soak in everything.

There were stands selling fried foods that they would have never even dreamed of. There were some soldiers who had tents set up as they grilled beneath them, chatting ideally as they did so.

There were games like corn hole, yard darts, and even Ladder toss. A larger group of soldiers were gathered around some sort of inflatable, the occasional loud cheers erupting from the group as well as a few chants.

Curiosity got the better of the task force and they wandered over, now able to see that the inflatable was a mechanical bull. The group’s jaws dropped when they saw the man riding the bull.

Cowboy’s legs were pressed tight to the bull, his hips moving effortlessly as the man controlling it worked to fling him off. The man sported a loose red and blue tank top, a few white hand prints littered down his chest.

Y/n held his cowboy hat in one hand as he used the other to grip onto the rope of the bull. His wide grin and occasional whoop made it clear he was having a blast. Price swallowed, shifting a bit as he watched the way the southern male’s body moved and grinded as he rode.

After a while longer Y/n was finally flung off the bull, his grin never once faltering. Once he stepped off the inflatable he was given a multitude of praise and pats on the back, but once he saw his task force he was quick to scurry over to them, leaving the poor attempts at flirting in the dust.

Soap smirked, shooting the soldiers Cowboy had left behind a victorious smirk.

“I’m so glad you guys decided to come out!” Y/n beamed, e/c eyes glistening like jewels in the bright sunlight.

“Oh, come on now. You know we wouldn’t miss it for anything.” Soap reassured, throwing an arm around the male in tugging him close. Now that he was much closer he took a moment to look at the hand prints on Y/n’s chest.

Given Y/n’s clean hands and the position of the prints it was clear they were given by someone else. Soap irked a bit with jealousy when he could see the beginning of two hand prints that rested exactly on the thick males pecs, but he wasn’t given time to dwell on it as Y/n dragged him off to enjoy the festivities, the others trailing behind.

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The five spent their time eating more fried foods than they had probably eaten in their entire lives. Y/n also introduced them to more American dishes and traditions, and Cowboy and Ghost absolutely demolished Soap and Gaz in corn hole.

It wasn’t much longer before the sun began to set and the sky grew dark, Y/n practically buzzed with excitement as he led the four to a good spot to watch the fire works.

“Gotta say, this is more fun than I’d thought it would be.” Gaz hummed as Price and Y/n set up the blanket for them all to sit on.

The h/n haired male beamed up at Gaz. “I’m glad you guys liked it! Maybe next year we can get some time off and I can have you over to my hometown to celebrate! They really know how to party.”

Before anyone could get out another word there was a loud whistling and a fiery streak across the sky followed by a big red explosion that lit up the entire area. The five of them immediately looked up as the fireworks began.

The group watched in wonder in awe of each firework, faces lighting up under the glow.

Gaz’s eyes trailed down, cutting over to look at Cowboy. Each new flash of light lit up the male’s beautiful face. His eyes shone like glass and his fluffy h/c locks were still tousled from the day.

Gaz looked down to where Y/n’s hand rested on the ground, keeping him propped up. The British male looked back up to the sky, but moved his hand to rest over Y/n’s own.

The American soldier didn’t even need to look down. He smiled, turning his hand over so he could hold Gaz’s own. Gaz’s heart almost leaped out of his chest when Y/n’s fingers laced with his

Perhaps he had a new favorite holiday.

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I had this queued up and when I came in and saw it didn’t post I realized I had set it for the wrong date so that’s nice 💀 Glad I checked

I hope you all enjoyed! Happy 4th to everyone and if you don’t celebrate that hope you have a lovely day!!

- Author~Chan out ✌️

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💯💅🐀❤️✨

first 5 faceless emojis are how your summers gonna go

#💯💅🐀❤️✨#I do something perfectly #I slay #and fall in love with a flamboyant rat #sounds about right

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COD Incorrect Quotes With Our Lovely Y/n

Warning gets a little spicy towards the end ;)

Price: Well, should I be worried?

Y/n: Not yet.

Price:

Y/n:

*loud explosion*

Y/n: Now you can worry

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Y/n: No, I don't want to talk about physics! I don't know anything about the laws of physics because they are hard and boring. I simply would like them to behave in a way that is most convenient to ME and MY LIFE! Is that really asking too much?

Gaz: Yes, as a matter of fact, it is!

Y/n: Well, guess what? Science is stupid bullshit!!

Gaz: You take that back!!!

Y/n: No. Magic is awesome. Science blows. The end.

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Y/n: What are you doing here?

Soap: I could ask you the same question.

Y/n: I live here. This is my room.

Soap: I should probably ask you a different question.

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Y/n: I just heard Ghost call the dog a “fucking liar” because he barked like someone was at the door and no one was there.

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Price: I am going to need you to swear-

Y/n: Fuck.

Price:

Price: ...swear as in promise.

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Price: *shatters a window and climbs through it*

Price: *turns around and helps Y/n through it* Breaking and entering is wrong Y/n

Y/n: Okay.

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Ghost: You read my diary?

Y/n: At first I did not know it was your diary. I thought it was a very sad handwritten book.

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Y/n: I like your new pants!

Price: Thanks, they were 50% off!

Y/n: I’d like them better if they were 100% off. *winks*

Price: The store can’t just give away clothes for free.

Y/n: Thats’s… not what I meant.

Price: That’s a terrible way to run a business, Y/n.

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Y/n: The real treasure was the memories we made along the way.

Graves: I almost died.

Y/n: That... was my favorite memory.

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Soap: You look good in that hoodie.

Y/n: You know where else I'd look good?

Soap, zero hesitation: My bed.

Y/n, at the same time: By your side- wait, what?

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Ghost: This bloodline ends with me.

Y/n: That's the fanciest way I've ever heard someone say "I'm gay".

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Y/n: Gaz, you do remember when we agreed we were better off as friends, right?

Gaz, naked in Y/n's bed: No, I absolutely do not.

Y/n, already taking off his clothes: Fuck... Me neither.

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Price: We should get you to a doctor for a check up immediately. What if it happens again, and there isn’t anyone around to help you? What if it’s congenital? Oh my God! Was it me? Did I hurt you?

Y/n: …You realize any other person that made their partner pass out on bed would simply feel really proud of themselves, right?

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Y/n: Well, Ghost and I finally did it!

The rest of the squad: *gasps, shocked expressions, etc.*

Y/n: That's right... We kissed!

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Y/n: There are 20 letters in the alphabet, right?

Gaz: Nope, there's 26.

Y/n: Ah, I must have forgotten U, R, A, Q, T.

Gaz: Aww, that's cute, but you're still missing one.

Y/n: You'll get the D later ;).

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Y/n: What are you in the mood for?

Ghost: World domination.

Y/n: That's a bit ambitious.

Ghost: You are my world.

Y/n: Aww...

Ghost:

Y/n:

Ghost:

Y/n: OH.

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Price: Know why I called you in here?

Y/n: Because I accidentally sent you a dick pic.

Price: *Stops pouring two glasses of wine.* Accidentally?

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Soap: You know my motto: carpe diem, carpe noctem, carpe coles.

Y/n: Seize the day, seize the night, what’s the last one?

Soap: Seize the dick.

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Hopefully these helped quench you guy’s hunger whilst I work on my next post.

- Author~Chan out ✌️

#cod modern warfare #cod price #captain john price #cod x y/n #cod x reader #task force 141 x male reader #task force 141 #simon ghost riley #john soap mactavish #cod gaz #incorrect quotes

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That Is Some Wild West Shit Right There

When a mission goes of the rails and Y/n gets separated from the rest of the task force he is forced to use the skills he learned growing up in his home town to get back to his team.

Task Force 141 x Male!Cowboy!Reader

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“This has got to be the stupidest place to build some sort of evil science base.” Y/n hissed into the coms, back pressed up against a massive crate.

What Y/n assumed to be a lab was built practically on the side of a cliff. On one side of the lab you had a mess of trees that was practically just a jungle, and on the other a sheer drop off that led to one of the angriest looking rivers Cowboy had ever seen.

“Relax, we’ve almost got the last of the files downloaded.” Ghost eased the antsy male. Y/n grumbled a bit.

There were a few more beats of silence before a blaring alarm sounded, Y/n cringed at the noise. “Relax, huh?”

As a group of enemy soldiers went to run into the building Y/n stood up and opened fire on them to take the heat off the rest of the team and keep them from getting cornered in there.

“Y’all get yer asses out here now!”

Ghost was first out the door, sliding behind a box on the opposite side of the court yard for cover. The others weren’t far behind, but Y/n was on the complete other side of the yard. Trapped between the armed group of terrorists and the sheer drop off.

“Cowboy, how copy?” Price’s voice buzzed in the coms. Y/n ducked back down as a few of the soldiers turned their attention onto him.

Gaz threw out two smoke bombs, offering a bit of cover. Y/n took his chance and darted to another crate a bit farther away, but far to close to the cliff for his own comfort.

“Just peachy.” He hissed, ducking under the onslaught of bullets that rained down onto his crate.

“What the hell is that? Wait—“

“Get down!”

Y/n was able to cover his head just in time as a loud explosion shook the area. The crate he was behind blasted back in to him, shattering and sending his disoriented form flying back.

“Cowboy!” Soap shouted, breaking from his cover, but he was to late to reach his friend.

Y/n grabbed desperately at the edge of the cliff, but it was no use. Task Force 141 was forced to watch in horror as one of their own plummeted into the raging waters below.

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Y/n’s eyes opened blearily. His head was pounding and everything was fuzzy, but he forced himself up onto his elbows.

His eyes adjusted a bit and he took in the area around him. The room he was in was quite homey. Beautifully woven tapestries hung on the walls and intricately crafted pottery decorated almost every space. The male was laid out on a woven mat, all of his things sat nearby.

The h/c haired soldier checked his body, cursing when he found the damaged tracker. There was no way his squad would be able to find his location now. Where ever the hell he was.

Heavy footsteps sounded from the hall, and a middle aged man walked into the room. His face was kind and worn with smile lines, and he appeared to be of some sort of Hispanic decent. His smile widened when he saw Y/n was awake.

“Ah! My friend, we were worried for you. Fishermen found you in river.” The man spoke, his voice heavy yet still welcoming. “I saw the patch on your arm, you are American?”

Cowboy nodded. “Thank you for bringing me into your home, I could never repay such an act of kindness.”

The man shook his head, waving his hands in front of him. “It is you who I could never repay. Your service is the ultimate payment.”

A soft smile graced the southern males lips. “Then perhaps you could answer some questions?”

Y/n explained everything. The terrorists, the explosion, the river. The older man listened intently.

“We were supposed to go to La Ciudad Perdida after we completed our task for extraction in two days, but I don’t even know where I even am.”

At the mention of the city the man, who Y/n had learned to be named Mateo, perked up. “Our fishermen found you not long ago, and the city is not to far. Come, I will see if I can help you.”

At the mention of the slight hope Cowboy was quick to grab what he still had, following Mateo from his rather large home. As they walked out the older man leaned down and whispered something to a young boy who was quick to scurry off.

“My village does not have vehicles like trucks and jeeps, but there may be another way for you to travel.” Mateo spoke. “La Ciudad Perdida his eight miles west of here, a long journey on foot. However…”

The boy from before returned, rounding Mateo’s home with a massive black horse in tow. The horse moved with a sense of elegance and pride to it, like it had complete confidence in every step it took.

Mateo smiled at the beast before turning to Cowboy, who was still watching the stallion in awe.

“Can you ride?”

Cowboy turned to look at Mateo, eyes shining like new born stars. “I have my whole life.”

The older gentleman smiled. “Good. Than Guerrero will be your mount. He his unflinching at the sound of gunfire, he shall run for you bravely.”

“Warrior…” Y/n whispered the meaning of the stallions name to himself, stroking the giants forelock. “Mateo, how can I repay you for this?”

He waved the h/c haired male off. “I already tell you, your service pays for it all. Besides, I am wealthy man. I have many horses.” The old Hispanic’s eyes shined with mischief.

Y/n laughed, clasping Mateo’s hand in his own and giving it a firm shake. “I will not forget this, my friend.”

Y/n pulled himself up into Guerrero’s saddle, taking a moment to adjust his gun and equipment so the weight was more even. With a final wave to Mateo, Y/n rode off into the direction of La Ciudad Perdida.

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Y/n did is best to keep Guerrero at a trot the whole ride. As much as he wanted to get there as fast as he could he had no idea what kind off situation he would be riding into, and he wanted both him and the stallion to have plenty of energy when they did arrive.

“You know, I always used to imagine doing this.” Cowboy chuckled to nobody but himself and the dark horse. “Riding into battle on a horse. Maybe it seemed silly, but I always thought that would be so badass.”

Guerrero snorted, shaking his head in response. Y/n chuckled, patting the stallion’s neck.

It wasn’t long before the outline of the city became prominent against the horizon. Y/n couldn’t help but smile that they had made it in time.

“Guerrero, I promise to you I’ll have you taken to my ranch back home where you will be treated like a king.” The southern male promised the horse, rubbing his neck. Y/n felt impossibly giddy about the fact he was about to be reunited with his teammates.

Once the city began to take shape the stallions steps paused for a moment, ears forward as he listened intently. It was only a moment before Y/n heard it too. The sound of raging gun fire, it was without a doubt coming from the city.

“That’s not good.” Y/n kicked Guerrero into a gallop. “Hyah!”

The black stallion whinnied, charging towards the city at impossible speeds.

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Soap’s back was pressed flush against the truck he was hiding behind, Gaz right next to him as gun fire rained down over their heads.

After watching Y/n disappear into the raging water shit hit the fan. Ghost had went on a rampage, slaughtering every terrorist he could get his hands on.

Gaz had tried to find Cowboy’s location using his tracker, but the thing had obviously been damaged or destroyed in the river. That alone ebbed at Soap’s hope that he’d ever see the male again, but Soap knew better than that.

Cowboy was fighter. He was harder than nails with the kind of spirit that would put even the most wild of animals to shame. Soap knew if anyone could survive it would be him.

But that was counting on the fact that the rest of them would make it out. Whatever was left of the terrorist group had managed to regroup and followed them to their extraction point.

They had been caught unaware, and now all four of them were pinned down, unable to break from the cover long enough to wrap around behind the group.

Ghost cursed as he ducked his head back behind the crate he was using for cover next to where Gaz and Soap were. Price wasn’t far off, hidden behind his own rather large crate.

The most infuriating part about this whole thing is that there were only six terrorists. The task force without a doubt had them outmatched, but they had managed to get the drop on them.

“This is fucking insane. How many rounds could they possibly have.” Gaz cursed as the bullets continued to rain down.

Soap shook his head, reloading his own gun. “I don know, but I’m about sick of this.”

The shooting faltered for a moment, and the terrorists began shouting things Soap couldn’t make out. In the beat of silence a new noise was heard. It sounded like the beat of hooves on pavement, and it had the group leaning a bit to see what it was.

A hulking black mass was speeding down the street of the abandoned city, atop it sat a figure with a assault rifle poised and ready. The four could not believe their eyes as their teammate came charging in, giving a wicked laugh.

“Holy shit, Cowboy!”

“That is some Wild West shit right there.”

Y/n aimed his gun at the group of terrorists, the angle he came in at giving him the perfect opening. His heart thudded with wild adrenaline as he gave a loud war cry, littering their bodies with bullets.

The group didn’t know what had hit them.

Guerrero charged forward bravely, his ear hardly twitching as Y/n rained down hell onto the group. When the last of the terrorists had fallen Soap and Gaz were the first to move from their spots, followed closely by Ghost and Price.

Guerrero slid to a stop and Cowboy leaped from his saddle, Soap enveloping him into one of the tightest hugs he’d ever experienced.

“Ah, you amadan! I knew you’d be alright!” The Scottish man bellowed, grinning from ear to ear as crushed the h/c haired male in a hug.

Gaz was next to reach him, throwing an arm over his shoulders and ruffling Y/n’s hair affectionately.

Y/n ribs felt like they were cracking from their crushing force, but his smile was wide. He was ecstatic to be back among his teammates.

Once Soap reluctantly released the male Price reached up to ruffle his hair for himself, grumbling about Y/n giving him a heart attack.

“Yeah, I suppose I don’t want to give grandpa any more scares.” Y/n teased, giggling as he earned himself a playful slap to the side of the head from his captain.

A large arm wrapped it’s was around Cowboy’s shoulders, giving him a light squeeze. The male looked up, meeting Ghost’s steely gaze.

“Glad you didn’t die.” The masked male said, giving him a pat on the shoulder before letting him go. Y/n smiled, Ghost wasn’t one for public affections, so that alone was equal to Y/n being swept off his feet and praised from the mountain tops.

“Have I got a story for you guys.”

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“Thanks, Ricky. I really appreciate this man. Alright, talk to you later.” Y/n hung up his phone, pocketing it as he went back to towel drying his hair. Ricky was Y/n’s transport guy. The man in charge of getting Y/n’s horses and live stock from one place to another.

And thanks to Ricky, Guerrero was now on his way to Y/n’s ranch. Where Y/n was sure that the stallion would get the full royal treatment.

Y/n tossed his towel into the hamper, opening the door to his bedroom. Price and Ghost were already there waiting for him.

Price was sitting on Cowboy’s bed, leaned up against the wall and reading a book. He sported a grey T-shirt and pair of loose black joggers, his usual hat sitting on the bed side table.

Ghost was leaned up against the head board, a few pillows stacked behind him for comfort. The masked male wore a black tank top and dark grey sweats, his sleeve of tattoos also on display.

Y/n shuddered a bit, he had a few tattoos of his own. The emblem of his ranch on his left shoulder blade and a few more on his legs, but the sight of Ghost’s sleeve just made his heart flip. He’d have to get one of his own soon.

Cowboy made his way over to his bed, crawling over Ghost to sit closer to the wall. Once he settled against the pillows he huffed, throwing his legs over Price’s lap. The Captain only chuckled, shaking his head before going back to his book. Though, one of his hands stayed resting on the males thigh, his thumb drawing small circles into it.

Before Y/n could get fully situated Ghost reached out, tugging the shorter male in with an arm around his shoulder. Y/n’s head hit Ghost’s chest and he looked up to meet Ghost’s gaze, but the other wasn’t looking at him.

Cowboy knew Ghost needed this. Needed to feel him, needed to hold him, needed to know he was still here. Y/n could only imagine the storm of emotions they had all felt watching him topple over a cliff and disappear into the raging waters.

The southern male hummed a bit, reaching for the remote to get the true crime show pulled up. Now all they were missing was—

The door to Y/n’s room burst open, causing the three to jump a bit as Soap and Gaz tumbled into the room, each holding a bowl of popcorn.

“Alright we’re ready! Sorry it took so long, someone kept burning theirs.” Gaz shot Soap a look, making it clear who the guilty subject was.

Soap stuck his tongue out at Gaz before fumbling his way into the bed. He somehow managed to get between Y/n and the wall, laying his head on the males hard stomach. He gave the country boy a grin, offering him some popcorn which he happily accepted.

Gaz huffed when Soap took the best spot before plopping himself down by Y/n’s leg, resting his head on the thigh that Price wasn’t rubbing circles into.

Now that everyone was settled Y/n started the new episode of the show and everyone soon became engrossed into it.

With all of the bodies piled around and on top of him Y/n’s body was pleasantly warm, he snuggled back a bit into Ghost’s hold at the cozy feeling. Ghost’s eyes cut over to look down at the h/c haired male.

Ghost leaned down a bit, lips brushing the top of Y/n’s head through his mask. He turned back to look at the TV before Y/n could look up at him.

But Y/n didn’t need to look up, a smile crossed his face, he knew. He brought a hand up to rest on Soap’s head, playing with his fluffy Mohawk as he watched the old murder mysteries play across the screen.

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Phew, there you go my lovelies! Hopefully this didn’t feel to unrealistic, but I’ve always imagined the riding in on a horse scenario ever since I thought of Cowboy Reader in the military lol

I’m planning on doing a little 4th July special for Cowboy Reader too so be looking out for that!

As always, hope you enjoyed!

- Author~Chan out ✌️

#cod fanfic #cod mwii #task force 141 #cod x male reader #task force 141 x male reader #male reader #cod x cowboy!reader #cowboy!reader #simon ghost riley #john soap mactavish #captain john price #gaz mw2

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