Task Force 141 Masterlist

Task Force 141 Masterlist

𝚏𝚕𝚞𝚏𝚏-✿

𝚜𝚞𝚐𝚐𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎-❀

𝚜𝚖𝚞𝚝-❁

𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚜𝚝-‎֒𑁍

₊˚⊹ᡣ𐭩Fics

˖ ࣪⊹𝙹𝚘𝚑𝚗

˖ ࣪⊹𝙶𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚝

˖ ࣪⊹Soap

˖ ࣪⊹Gaz

₊˚⊹ᡣ𐭩Series

˖ ࣪⊹John

˖ ࣪⊹Ghost

˖ ࣪⊹Soap

˖ ࣪⊹Gaz

₊˚⊹ᡣ𐭩SMAU

˖ ࣪⊹John𓂃꙳⋆ ˖1❁

˖ ࣪⊹Ghost𓂃꙳⋆ ˖

˖ ࣪⊹Soap𓂃꙳⋆ ˖

˖ ࣪⊹Gaz𓂃꙳⋆ ˖

₊˚⊹ᡣ𐭩Drabbles/Rambles

˖ ࣪⊹John

˖ ࣪⊹Ghost

˖ ࣪⊹Soap

˖ ࣪⊹Gaz

₊˚⊹ᡣ𐭩Multi

˖ ࣪⊹SMAU𓂃꙳⋆ ˖1❁

˖ ࣪⊹Headcanons

₊˚⊹ᡣ𐭩A little to pretty

₊˚⊹ᡣ𐭩Summary: when you wear a dress and jjk cast think you look just a little to pretty for others to see.

˖ ࣪⊹Characters included: Gojo, Choso

˖ ࣪⊹CW/tags: caps lock got gojo in a chokehold, but mainly fluff(small mention of p eating), begging nothing else I can think of.

pt.1(you are here), pt.2

Another one ;-;

I be sobbing to my drafts to forgive me for the cod brainrot

Part three here we go- and let it be known I don't usually post this frequently, but the brainrot is hella bad this time-

Masterlist

WARNING - MINORS DNI

AFAB reader and reader is described as feminine and chubby/plus sized.

Yandere themes, obsessive behavior, hints at stalking, alluded body image issues

Cod Psych Ward Unit × Reader

The next morning, there was a group of men waiting around for you while choking down the slop they called breakfast.

Ghost was honestly worried that after that scolding you got, he and Price discussed it after you left, a light fear spread across the unit that they would only get one nice day in that hellhole and that was it.

Graves was agitated ever since, pacing through the common area which only made Konig more anxious. What if you didn't come back? Or worse what if you came back but didn't interact with them?? Or what if you don't try to get close to him cause he didn't participate in uno on your first day shift?

All of them were a slight wreck till they heard you checking in at the front desk, multiple tote bags with random patterns or cute creatures printed on them hanging off your arms, you had a big smile as each item made it past the inspection from the front desk.

Once you made it past the front desk, you passed by the fuming head nurse and gave her a wink before you headed to the break room to put away your things.

All the boys saw was the head nurse stomp off to her office before you came back, an expression of pure glee as you plopped a couple bags on a table and called everyone close.

You began pulling out a couple games, a chess set, Jenga, a few card games. You chose simple games that you knew would be fine past the checkpoint.

You brought some adult coloring books that would be fine to color with crayons since they were practically the only thing not sharp enough to stab someone with.

You already stored the snacks away in your locker. You then brought out the fidget toys, some soft and squishy that you already took out of their packaging. You liked squeezing them but also knew better than to show that in front of the boys and laid them out on the table, the next ones were flips and switches attached to cubes that one could mess with.

You smiled as you showed the haul and folded up your tote bags.

"So here's the haul. A few games and things to color in but it's better than the sad deck of Uno cards and regular playing cards you have." You say, taking a seat at the table, getting comfy in your seat.

"Oh and I bought enough of these squishy things and stuff for one each but if you aren't interested you can just keep it in the common area. But if you really like one feel free to take it back to your room. It helps to have something in your hands instead of picking at skin and stuff hm?"

Most of the boys immediately went for Jenga, going straight to shit-talking but some stayed back and observed some of the things you brought.

While you got busy with Soap, Gaz, and Graves who started going on about how they were great at Jenga cause of their skilled finger strength. Some passes were made that you brushed off easily.

Ghost was near Konig who was preoccupied with the cube that had buttons and switches, his leg shaking far less aggressive, only slightly tapping his foot while he played with the cube. Ghost tho had his eyes on something else, the tote bags you brought in.

There were cute characters splayed on the front, the fabric simple and plain. When he knew you weren't looking he brought it up to his nose, the familiar scent he noticed you usually wore more prominent on the bag.

Part of him felt guilty for finding the smell so satisfying but he liked how it felt like you were close in his arms despite knowing you aren't allowed to get too close to them.

Konig noticed, slowly reaching for the last tote bag left. A small smile reached his features at the cute creature on the bag.

He didn't have the confidence to straight out smell it like Ghost so he remained quiet and watched as you scolded Soap at the table for trying to mess Graves up in Jenga.

Horangi sat down with the boys holding the tote bags, followed by Nikolai and Price.

They sat there silently, watching you play Jenga with the others.

Nikolai was the first to bring something up, "She's very kind. Are you sure she wasn't planted here?" He asked, making Ghost freeze and Konig mess with the buttons faster.

Price nodded as he drummed his fingers against the table. "I'm sure. There's more staff that don't know about us than the ones that do." He said, his eyes focused on you while he spoke, "I even asked them for newspaper and they brought me a variety, even one straight from London. If she had the slightest clue who we were I don't think she would let her guard down this much." Price added.

Nikolai nodded at his reasoning, Horangi leaning his arms on the table to support himself before speaking, "Anything in those papers that can get us out of here?" He asked. Price shook his head and let out a sigh.

"Unless we could convince her to take an ad out for the paper I doubt it. Laswell doesn't even know where we are. And the staff are careful about what they bring in." He concluded.

Nikolai hummed as he pulled something out of the pocket of his pants, "I figure this could help us no?". In his hand was the badge of the head nurse. He quickly put it back in his pocket as Ghost leaned forward, "Bloody fucking hell. How on earth did you get that mate?" He asked, eyes wide.

Konig had stopped fidgeting halfway into the conversation, his mind running through the possibilities of how to get out of there.

"When we get the chance we should have Gaz snoop around the breakroom. They don't check the cameras unless they think something is amiss." Price said, his tone leaving no room for argument as they all nodded.

The day went slowly for the boys but fast for you, and at the end of the day when you bid them a goodnight they were already forming multiple plans.

A few weeks went by with the boys gradually getting closer to you, the one consistent opinion throughout the unit that you were an angel. How could you not be when you spend part of your salary to get them snacks and actually bother to try and entertain them.

You did try to introduce therapy activities but each time they were tightlipped, unwilling to spill anything as they knew you'd have to put it in their charts. And they didn't want any of the doctors knowing shit about them.

And while they thought you'd get impatient or mad, you just smiled and would read to them during those attempted therapy sessions. "If I can't get you to talk, then you can at least listen." Is what you said before picking up a book and stopping when an hour was up.

How were they not supposed to fall for you? You made it so hard for them to hold back from all the physical contact they craved to have with you. It didn't help that you brushed off their flirts and compliments like oil and water.

If it was lack of interest they would have seen it, but everytime someone would compliment you, you'd reply with a "sure" or "Mhm whatever you say". It made them go crazy. How could you not see how pretty you were?

But they also noticed how you tended to hide your curves with scrubs that were a size bigger and put on a long-sleeved shirt underneath your scrub top, hiding your arms away like they were monstrous.

Part of them hated it, how you seemed to hide your body from not only yourself but from the world.

During these weeks, they had tried to get more information about you, only for you to be as tightlipped as they were. But they were glad to find out you were single. Many relieved sighs went through the common area the moment you said that.

And while each of them grew closer to you, more protective over you, that also meant that your relationship with the head nurse got worse.

It felt like everyday she'd find a reason to badger you and they hated seeing you curl in on yourself when she did. And when she raised her voice they saw how you struggled to fight back tears. They concluded then that you couldn't handle when people yelled at you. Cause every time that old hag said something nasty to you, you ignored it. But when she raised her voice and began yelling you couldn't. The way you grabbed your arm tight and dug your nails in to ground yourself exposed it.

But each and every time the head nurse scolded you, you'd decide to step up the antics. One time the head nurse scolded you for taking your lunch break with the boys so the next day you ordered pizza and brought it in just to spoil everyone.

And with those scoldings and antics, it gave Gaz and Soap time to map out their floor and snoop around. Soap was the lookout for Gaz when there was the possibility of getting caught or an alibi in case either needed it.

When Gaz managed to get into the break room he was surprised at how bare it all was.

He didn't find anything of use at surface level but then he noticed the lockers. The first thing he did was look for yours and open it up.

The only thing he found was your phone and a couple of notebooks along with an extra pair of scrubs. Part of him told him not to, that you'd notice, but he couldn't help himself as he tucked one of the notebooks away along with the spare scrub shirt you kept folded in there.

The next thing he did was pick up your phone, looking at the lock screen which was some sort of cat meme before he clicked on the notification list.

While looking at the list he didn't notice much, a few social media notifications and a few from YouTube. He couldn't even guess what the password would be so he didn't try, he quickly put it back where it was before going for another nurses' locker, looking for someone's phone that wasn't locked.

He was about to give up until he clicked on the eldest nurses' phone, finding no pattern or passcode to put in he unlocked it immediately. He smiled as he took the sim card out of the phone and turned off the location, carefully slipping it with his haul and smashing the sim card.

And there they were, a late night when Price managed to get a nurse to keep his door open so he could sneak around and get everyone out of their rooms, immediately going to hide in a janitor's closet. They all knew the nurses' schedules and habits by now so it wasn't too hard to know when to be back.

"Come on Gaz show us what you managed to get." Soap huffed out, already impatient as they dragged a cleaning cart to act as a table.

Gaz smirked triumphantly as he placed the bunched-up scrub top on the cart, unwinding it to show the spare phone and notebook.

They all quickly realized whose shirt it was but tried to ignore the obnoxious smile littering Gaz's features.

Nikolai quickly started messing with the phone, logging out of social media apps, and getting rid of anything personal. He quickly signed into a specific account on Twitter, finding the exact account that he knew Kate had set up if there was ever an abnormal situation like this one.

Once he left a comment on the Twitter post and then a dm, "Now we wait and see if Laswell can get us out or if she will help up break out." Nik said, returning his gaze to the shirt and notebook, his grip on the phone light.

Price was the one to grab the notebook, "So this is (L/n)'s?" He hummed out, looking at Gaz for confirmation.

"Yeah, I tried going through her phone but nothing that personal was on the lock screen and I wouldn't know the passcode. So I grabbed one of those notebooks that looked to be filled out more, didn't have time to read through any of them." He explained, shifting his weight onto another foot as he stood there curiously.

Price began to open the notebook, Graves who was far more curious leaned a bit to try and peak while Price read it out loud.

"Patient notes:"

"Ghost - a very daunting figure I met on my first shift, wears a mask at all times and has the worst insomnia out of the bunch. The tea I got for sleep seems to be helping and I'm super glad! I should thank my neighbor for telling me about it. I wonder if I could get him a better pillow? It looks like he uses two to support his head but it doesn't look like it's enough?"

The first entry of the notes and Ghost had his hand covering his mouth over his mask, an embarrassed smile and a small bit of blood flushed his cheeks.

"It looks like it's notes on each of us. Shall I continue reading or would you rather read it yourself?" Price asked, looking around the room at the curious men who all told him to continue. It would be embarrassing but nice to know exactly what you thought of them.

"Price - the eldest of the boys and possibly the most gentlemanly? Doesn't struggle with sleep but seems to have nightmares, I slip him the occasional midnight treat now and then in such cases. Very confident but also seems to worry out of slight paranoia. Not the worst paranoia I've seen and with how odd this place is, I think he might actually have a reason to be. Likes the daily news and I wish I could get it to him more often."

Price struggled a little to fully expose what the notes said about him but ignored the fluttering in his stomach and continued on.

"Soap - arguably the most rowdy and carefree. I think he tries to be light about this situation but when no one is looking he has this far look in his gaze that worries me. I think he feels trapped in this place. I tried to ask the doctors to organize a little trip outdoors to the hospital gardens so Soap could get some air along with the boys but they immediately denied my request. I think maybe I'll get a little plant that can live in the common area so it's not so dull."

Soap felt his heart ache. God, you were so good to them and it hurt. Part of him almost wishes you didn't worry about him too much while the other wants to be held in your arms.

"Gaz - harder to get a read on but he's very caring. Has slight ptsd and when it gets colder out I think he struggles a bit more than the others due to pain. I tried to make an appointment for him to meet with the doctor about it but they again denied my request. I'm going to buy some pain ointment after I do some research, Gaz cares so much about the rest he should have someone caring for him."

Gaz was the most surprised by your notes about him. Yeah, when it got cold out, most of his muscles tensed up, and occasionally, his joints ached, but it was normal after all the things that had done out in the field. He couldn't help but smile though, the thought of you helping him apply pain cream made his heart beat a bit faster.

"Graves - has those Texan manners, which makes it harder to read him due to how flirty he is. Seems carefree, but with how Price, Ghost, Soap, and Gaz seem to have a history with him, he still keeps his guard up. Very paranoid, and seems to worry a lot. I think he has anxiety but no confirmed diagnosis in his chart. I tried to get him to take a fidget toy with him to his room but he declined. I think he's trying to seem more carefree than he is, and that has to be exhausting.

Graves didn't think you were so observant till then. As all your notes were being read he wondered how you managed to observe so much when every interaction you seemed to be so carefree. He couldn't help but appreciate that aspect about you.

"Horangi - seems well put together and doesn't have many complaints like the others. Quiet but not quiet at the same time. He and Konig seem very close and helps Konig out when needed. Never takes off his sunglasses and I wonder why? I worry that while he doesn't complain a lot he's just tolerating and holding onto how he feels so he doesn't burden others. I wonder if getting him a notebook to write down his complaints and wants would help so he doesn't feel unheard?"

Horangi was quiet at your section about him, his eyes focusing on the cart in front of him. He wanted to sigh, your consideration for him, how you wanted to make him feel less pent up, it all made him want you more-

"Konig - the most anxious. Severe anxiety and I worry about him the most. He wears that shirt over his head and can't stay still. Being cooped up in his room or the common area can't be good for his mental health. I tried to request an outdoor garden trip again because of Konig, but they denied me again. I'm this close to going and yelling at the doctors to do their damn jobs. I wish I could help Konig more."

The flush that reached his cheeks down to his neck nearly made him look like a tomato under his mask. His heart beat fast as his fists clenched and unbleached. God you were so cute, the urge to squeeze you was unbearable for him.

"Nikolai - the hardest to read. He treats this place like it's a shitty vacation, and I think that's cause if he doesn't, he'll get pissed. Never complains about the food and I'm pretty sure it's cause he's had worse. He can't seem to stay still and always needs to be working on something, I got him a couple of puzzles and that seemed to help his need to work with his hands. He's very nice but also very curt. I've seen him get along with everyone but he doesn't seem to like being in the common area all day so I often let him wander back to his room by leaving his door open during the day. I think having that little bit of control of when he can and can't go to his room helps him out."

Nikolai was nothing but a big smile as Price read his section. Yeah, he was the last one, but you saved the best for last no?

The next section was a list of groceries and what to get next for the boys, most things you get regularly but there were specific things you wanted to get for the boys that would need clearing from the hospital first.

Before they could observe anything further Nikolai let out a noise to be quiet and brought the phone up to his face, a confirmation and a date a week from now sent back from Laswell.

Oh, their precious darling, you should know you have very little chances of getting rid of them now. The moment they got out of that hospital they were taking you with them.

Hello Dear,

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ᥴᥕ/𝗍ᥲgs: sᥙggᥱs𝗍і᥎ᥱ

ᥲ/ᥒ: ᥲᥒ᥆𝗍һᥱr ᥲ⍴᥆ᥣ᥆gᥡ 𝖿᥆r ᥒ᥆𝗍 һᥲ᥎іᥒg mᥡ k᥆ᥒіg sᥣᥲsһᥱr ძ᥆ᥒᥱ ᑲᥙ𝗍 і ძ᥆ 𝗍һіᥒk і𝗍's ᥲ ᥣ᥆𝗍 ᥴᥣ᥆sᥱr 𝗍᥆ ძ᥆ᥒᥱ 𝗍һᥱᥒ ᑲᥱ𝖿᥆rᥱ,⍴ᥣᥱᥲsᥱ 𝖿᥆rgі᥎ᥱ ᥲᥒᥡ grᥲmmᥲr ᥆r s⍴ᥱᥣᥣіᥒg mіs𝗍ᥲkᥱs, і𝗍 іs ᑲᥣᥲᥴk!rᥱᥲძᥱr ᥴ᥆ძᥱძ ᑲᥙ𝗍 ᥲᥒᥡ᥆ᥒᥱ ᥴᥲᥒ rᥱᥲძ і𝗍 ᥲs skіᥒ 𝗍᥆ᥒᥱ іsᥒ'𝗍 mᥱᥒ𝗍і᥆ᥒ, і'm ᥆⍴ᥱᥒ 𝗍᥆ ᥒіᥴᥱ 𝖿ᥱᥱძᑲᥲᥴk ᑲᥙ𝗍 ძ᥆ᥒ'𝗍 ᑲᥱ mᥱᥲᥒ ᥆r rᥙძᥱ ᥲᑲ᥆ᥙ𝗍 і𝗍. [rᑲs] arᥱ ᥲ⍴⍴rᥱᥴіᥲ𝗍ᥱძ!

ᥴᥕ/𝗍ᥲgs: sᥙggᥱs𝗍і᥎ᥱ, mᥱᥒ𝗍і᥆ᥒs ᥆𝖿 gᥱᥒі𝗍ᥲᥣs 𝗍һᥲ𝗍's ᥲᥣᥣ і 𝗍һіᥒk

ᥲ/ᥒ: 𝗍ᥲkᥱ 𝗍һіs ᥲs ᥲᥒ ᥲ⍴᥆ᥣ᥆gᥡ 𝖿᥆r ᥒ᥆𝗍 һᥲ᥎іᥒg mᥡ k᥆ᥒіg sᥣᥲsһᥱr ძ᥆ᥒᥱ ᑲᥙ𝗍 ȷᥙs𝗍 𝗍᥆ 𝖿ᥡі і ᑲr᥆kᥱ mᥱ ᥲᥒkᥣᥱ ᥲᥒძ һᥲძ 𝗍᥆ һᥲ᥎ᥱ sᥙrgᥱrᥡ ᥲ ᥣіᥣ mіᥒᥙ𝗍ᥱ ᥲg᥆ ᥲᥒძ s𝗍ᥲr𝗍ᥱძ ⍴𝗍 ᥲᥒძ і𝗍's r᥆ᥙgһ s᥆ ᑲᥲrᥱ ᥕі𝗍һ mᥱ і'm ᥲᥣm᥆s𝗍 ძ᥆ᥒᥱ ᥕі𝗍һ і𝗍,⍴ᥣᥱᥲsᥱ 𝖿᥆rgі᥎ᥱ ᥲᥒᥡ grᥲmmᥲr ᥆r s⍴ᥱᥣᥣіᥒg mіs𝗍ᥲkᥱs, і𝗍 іs ᑲᥣᥲᥴk!rᥱᥲძᥱr ᥴ᥆ძᥱძ ᑲᥙ𝗍 ᥲᥒᥡ᥆ᥒᥱ ᥴᥲᥒ rᥱᥲძ і𝗍 ᥲs skіᥒ 𝗍᥆ᥒᥱ іsᥒ'𝗍 mᥱᥒ𝗍і᥆ᥒ, і'm ᥆⍴ᥱᥒ 𝗍᥆ ᥒіᥴᥱ 𝖿ᥱᥱძᑲᥲᥴk ᑲᥙ𝗍 ძ᥆ᥒ'𝗍 ᑲᥱ mᥱᥲᥒ ᥆r rᥙძᥱ ᥲᑲ᥆ᥙ𝗍 і𝗍. rᑲs arᥱ ᥲ⍴⍴rᥱᥴіᥲ𝗍ᥱძ!

Captain.John Price

Ghost

Gaz

Soap

bonus:Konig