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You ever get so mad trying to find a fanfiction you read ages ago that you end up crying? No? Just me? (Please help me)

How hellbent am I on finding the fanfic? I'm on page 56 on ao3 using the tag Call of Duty (Video Games). I AM DESPERATE. [I don't even know if it's actually on ao3 now that I'm typing this out..)

You ever get so mad trying to find a fanfiction you read ages ago that you end up crying? No? Just me? (Please help me)

You ever get so mad trying to find a fanfiction you read ages ago that you end up crying? No? Just me? (Please help me)

Unhinged twin soldiers on the 141 team.

I love them

{fun fact: reqs are open - please I need ideas}

"What the hell?"

Was all Soap said when he saw the two of you. There were two of you. You were a twin? When were you a twin?! He's flabbergasted. But he's even more flabbergasted when you two are up at two am and doing the most unhinged things ever.

He remembers this one time, very clearly. Unfortunately. That it was around maybe the first or second week that you Soap had the both of you on base. So, he wasn't very accustomed to the both of you, especially because you're both unhinged.

So, it's around two am, and Soap was in his room doing some paperwork and he went out of his room to grab a cup of tea, and he saw... Bright dots?... At the end of the hallway? It dashed from one side to the other side of the hallway, and it bloody terrified him. Then, it happened again. But.. there were two pairs of eyes.

AND OH MY GOD THIS BASE IS HAUNTED. Immediately, he dashes towards Ghost's room. Dashing past an open office door, which contained a tired Price. Which caught his attention, and made him get up and follow Soap.

Soap bumps into a few walls along the way. Hearing little cackles behind him. Slowly getting closer and closer.. And a tired Price groaning about how it was so late and how they were causing a ruckus.

Not even bothering to knock Soap bursts open the room, waking Ghost up. Soap screams, "THIS GODDAMN BASE IS HAUNTED." Right in front of a semi-awake Ghost. Of course, Ghost glares at him.

Price reached Ghost's room, seeing a distraught Soap and a tired Ghost. Then. A thud. Which caught the attention of everyone in the room. All of them turning their heads.

They see four eyes staring back at them.

"SEE! I'M NOT GODDAMN LYING!"

"What the hell?"

"What is bloody going on?"

The two of you poke out from the shadows and into the light. Oh my god. There is no way Soap fell for that. The two of you start cackling and wheezing.

"You actually believed that? No way!"

"There's no way!"

"Oh my days, this is hilarious!"

"You're so easy to scare!"

"Oh my god!"

Silence. Well, except for the two of you cackling.. Ghost, was slightly amused. But also slightly annoyed. Ghost flops back onto his bed and turns his back towards the rest of you, groaning.

Price was... A tired dad. Escorting the both of you back to your beds, making sure you both got into your beds and were sleeping. Soap left a big after you three, grumbling about the whole scenario.

{fun fact: reqs are open - please I need ideas}

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TF141 Dancing to classical music with reader!

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Simon Ghost Riley:

Ghost doesn't know how to dance. He says it's not necessary for the battlefield, so why would he ever need to learn it? He always grunted whenever you asked him about his dancing skills.

He'd never want to bruise his ego about not knowing how to dance. So, secretly he learned how to dance. Yes, it was confusing at the start. But it was for you, and Ghost would never say no to you. So he learned.

Any spare time he got, it was occupied. Occupied with him dancing. Sometimes Soap saw him dancing, and took a couple of videos, and photos. Sending all of them to you and the rest of the Team Force. Ghost never found out.

But, when Soap sent you those videos and photos. You could feel your heart melt.

When you thought it was a suitable time to drag Ghost to an empty room and dance. He was ready. Dancing with you like there was no tomorrow. It was captivating. With... Perhaps a few watchers. The watchers being the team force 141... Although you'd never tell Ghost that.

You didn't have a death wish..

John Soap Mactavish:

Soap loved dancing with you. Whether it be to classical music, pop music, etc. He just loved dancing with you, seeing your face and touching you and being oh so close to you.

Ah, he just loved it. Which also meant he was quite smiley and dopey. So, when you first grabbed his hand and lead him to the living room to dance to classical music. He was so, so happy. Maybe even the happiest man on Earth. He loved it.

When you grabbed his hands and placed it on your waist. He was all blushy and happy. Happy that he had an excuse to touch you and be in sync with you. Resting his hands on your lovely waist.

When others see the both of you dancing, it's like it's straight out of movie. Looking oh so passionately in each other's eyes and being in sync. It was so charming.

Soap would always look like a happy man when dancing, especially with you. Dancing like there was no tomorrow..

Captain John Price:

John is old, so that meant he loved dancing to old, classical songs. But he had never brought it up, of course. But when you did bring it up, and randomly dragged him along to a large empty room with music playing in the background. He just couldn't resist.

Grabbing your waist, pulling you close, moving in sync. Ah, it was all he ever dreamed of. It would forever be engraved onto his mind, he'd want to dance with you for eternity. Staring into your eyes with love and passion. It was perfect.

When others did pass by due to the music and the open door, they were in awe. Seeing the both of you so passionate and loving. Seeing you both dancing like flowers in the wind, it was so beautiful they would tear up.

Even though he loves dancing to classical music, he loves you more. And he always reminds you that when you both dance. Kissing you on the cheek, and on the lips. Then pulling back and staring into those pretty eyes of yours.

A thought of his whenever you both dance is, 'Is this heaven?'

Kyle Gaz Garrick:

Gaz is also a nervous bunch. He doesn't know where to place his hands, how to dance - especially to classical music. So, when you brought it up one day. He has no clue on what you were saying. When the conversation did end, though.

He practically sprinted out the room and to Price's office. Asking him how to dance, and what to do when you both did dance.

Of course, Price laughed. But he did help him. Examples being, where to place his feet, where he should put his hands, and most importantly. How he should act.

When the day did come where you dragged him to an empty space, with music playing. He was a bit nervous. But, he did exactly what Price told him. When Gaz got into he rhythm though, oh lord did you want to marry him.

He was so focused on making the right moves, he forgot that you were still there. Dancing with him, and when he snapped out of the trance.

Oh, what God's blessed him with you? You were like a God. With such beauty, he thought he was hallucinating. That was, until you softly laughed.

And all over again, he fell head over heels for you..

Alejandro Vargas:

Alejandro was a semi-decent dancer. He was around the middle of flopping around like a fish and dancing like a flower in the wind. Sometimes, he was both. At the same time. It always made you laugh.

When you popped the question: 'Do you know how to dance?' He was immediately interested in what you had to say. I mean, he never really danced to classical music often. Well, he never really danced overall..

But after you asked him that. He may or may not have taken a few dancing classes.... and research on classical dancing.... But he would never admit that, not with his ego. Well maybe if you softened him up a little..

But, when you both danced. Inside an empty hall, music playing, the sun illuminating the room... It was perfect. Whenever you were facing towards the windows, with the light in your face. Oh my, did Alejandro want to take a picture.

But when it was his turn. Oh his eyes. His eyes were like a drug you were addicted to. You always stared deeply into his eyes. Both you and Alejandro wonder, what God had created you. How could someone be so beautiful?

Hi, how about a young reader as in like 19 who makes tiktoks and stupid videos around base, maybe she does dances in front of the team in her downtime? Have a good day :))

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My first ever ask aksjsjskssj

Thank you for asking <3 this is a nice idea, I love it!!

Note: sorry that it's so short, my laptop malfunctioned and loses my progress if there's too much text 🙁 and I've been having no motivation</3

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Young reader (~19) makes tiktoks and stupid videos around base - does dances in front of the team in their downtime.

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Simon Ghost Riley:

Ghost has no clue on why you were always dancing. When you explained to him that it was from TikTok, he was confused. Very, confused. He's older than you by a lot, so it does explain why he's not 'with the time'.

Whenever you tried to explain what you were doing, he always got lost whenever you tried to get to the third step. He's too old for this, he claims. He'd just end up leaving the room halfway. He just gave up. Ghost can go kill multiple people without problem, he can break into an enemy base without problem. But dancing? Dream on.

After the few times you begged him to dance with your for a TikTok, he caved. But he eventually uncaved when he realised you had been teaching him how to do a TikTok dance for nearly three whole hours.

Which lead him to either, sprinting out the room or swapping places with Soap. It's usually Soap as he needs to distract you, because somehow... You always find him.. Like he's got some sort of tracker.... Hm....

John Soap MacTavish:

Soap tries to keep up with whatever you do, he tries to. He's not very good at it though... A for effort though.

But sometimes, sometimes he does surprise you. Somehow he does a move perfectly, somehow he makes a random move up that looks MUCH better than the original move. You don't know how he does it, but he does.

Soap is... Someone that you can ramble about. So, he's mainly the one you go to when you wanna do a mess around and find out. And definitely getting Price running after you, through the hallways.

Whenever you do a TikTok dance, he tries to copy. Whether failing miserably, and making him look like a flopping fish on land, or making him look like a natural dancer. There's no in-between, ever. You're mainly the in-between.

Captain John Price:

John was no better than Ghost. He was dumbfounded. Why did you always dance? Why were you dancing? And are you filming right now? What is going on? He's very old. Once, you even said he was from the prehistoric ages. He didn't take that very lightly.

Although, with whatever you kept talking about. He started to feel like he was from the prehistoric ages... But, he'd never admit that out loud, never. So, whenever you started doing one of your... TikTok? Dances. He was overall confused, he was always in the background of your TikTok's too.

Whenever you made silly videos that would injure you if not done properly, he felt like he was going to have a heart attack. John looked up at the trees, there you were.. Hanging upside down... John looked behind him, you were there lying face down on the floor. John looked anywhere, there you were.. injured in some way..

So, when you tried to teach him. All went south. If you needed to turn left, he turned right. What do you mean he's doing it wrong? What do you mean he has to do this first? What? Huh? Oh god, he's way too old. Just let him retire already. He's already got countless grey hairs due to you...

Kyle Gaz Garrick:

Gaz was surprisingly up to date with the new generation and their shenanigans. But, he is on the younger side considering the other ages of the team. So, you can't really say you're that surprised...

Although he is 'with the times' he doesn't know how to do anything that's with the times. But he's definitely trying. Well, not hard enough.. Being on the younger age of the team, makes it seem like you two... Are hellhounds.

Always running around, doing something you shouldn't. Somehow breaking a bone, or two... Yes, it's happened. It always ends with Price scolding you two, but as soon as he leaves... Chaos ensues.

Yeah, you two together are chaotic. Whne you two both do a TikTok dance, it definitely seems like you're both trying to summon Satan. Well... Sometimes you guys are. Although you'd never tell Price about it...

Speaking of summoning Satan, Price always complains about things moving to completely random places...... Oh well! Not your fault!

Alejandro Vargas:

Alejandro just laughed. Laughed at whatever idiotic thing you decided to do now. Whatever trick or dance you did, he laughed. To be honest, he had no idea what you were doing. But it was entertaining. The man is completely oblivious that you would film whatever shenanigans you would do.

Whether you're dancing or doing something idiotic, Alejandro is always there. Ready to laugh at you, or ready to patch you up if you injured yourself.

So, of course. That led you to force him to dance with you. Obviously it would be a TikTok dance. You showed him what you needed to do, how you needed to do it, when you needed to do it, where he should be playing his hands or feet, etc.

Overall it was a very difficult operation. He does not listen to your instructions well... When you started recording. Oh boy. Things did not go smoothly. In the end, Alejandro ended up on the floor with a tired and defeated look. You would feel pity for him, if he didn't step on your foot a million times.

.. i may or may not have accidentally deleted this-. I deleted the wrong post okay 😭😭

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tf141 + Valeria w/ reader who HATES physical touch but craves it so muchhhh- had trauma from when they were a kid and need the affection they should've received when they were younger, but gets memories from their childhood.

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Simon Ghost Riley:

Ghost was like you too. He had trauma from a young age, due to his abusive father. He too also was traumatized. But he refused to have the need of affection. He's cut off from what makes him happy. He claims he doesn't need it. He doesn't need friendships, especially on the field. But, once he met you and the 141. Things changed. Things always change. You and the task force showed him that.

So, whenever you need a cuddle buddy. Ghost is always available, even if he doesn't want it. He doesn't mind. He'll groan and complain. But as long as it makes you happy and at ease. Then his personal space can be sacrificed for your happiness and peace. He's heard you ramble about your past too. He can't help but feel empathy for you.

Although he did too have it bad, you were younger. He felt bad that he couldn't help you back then. But he knew he couldn't change the past. So he focused on helping you right now, in the present. Even if it changed his reputation a tad bit. He didn't mind.

So, when you had knocked on his door one night. He knew what was up. You needed physical affection. You needed to know that he was here for you. You needed his touch. Something to ground you. Anything, something. He opened the door wider, letting you know you could come in.

You went to go sit on his bed. It was unmade. You knew he was sleeping. You woke him up. "I'm sorry." Was all you said. Ghost sighed. "It's fine, you don't need to apologise for something you can't handle. I know that feeling." Your eyes were filled with tears. You wanted to cry.

Ghost shushed you. "Hey, no. It's ok. C'mere." Ghost laid down on the bed, pulling you to him. Immediately, you grasped onto his shirt. Crying into his shirt you told him. You told him your trauma. What happened to you, when you were a kid. You told him everything. Everything spilled out of your mouth. All he did was rub your back and look up to the ceiling. He let you talk about everything. It helped.

Slowly, you fell asleep. With all you had done in the night. It tired you. Ghost made sure that you would fall asleep before him. Making sure he knew everything. What he could do when you panicked. He let you cry into his shirt. Even if he was uncomfortable, he let you.

John Soap Mactavish:

Soap was always ready to open his arms for a cuddle session. Even if it leads to you falling asleep and having his arm fall asleep. Even if he needs the bathroom, he'll stay with you. For the whole time. But, what he didn't know. Was that you had trauma. From your childhood. He always thought you just didn't like him at the start. Always flinching away from his touch.

So, when you were both alone in a room. Waiting for a briefing to start. He asked you. "Do you hate me?"

Of course that surprised you. He didn't mean to surprise you. But the question was bugging him intensely. He needed to know. If you hated him, that was fine. He just needed to know. Whether to keep distance between the both of you or not.

"No. I don't hate you, why?" Why did he think that? You had no clue. "Well, you always flinch away from me and avoid me.. A lot." Oh. So that was why he thought you hated him.

You sighed. "I have..... memories. From my childhood. Uh, childhood trauma. So, I don't really... like touch. Especially when it's unexpected, sorry." Soap felt horrible. He didn't know. He should've asked you earlier. "Uh, sorry kid. Didn't know you had trauma. I'll, uh. Stop.." Soap trailed off.

You didn't really want for him to stop the physical affection. It made you feel like you were loved. "I.. I don't mind. I just, need a heads up." You didn't mind at all. "You sure? You don't have to feel forced."

This made you feel like you were trapped in a corner. You couldn't say you didn't like him, because you didn't. You couldn't say you hated his touch, you liked it. You couldn't say anything without being backed more into a corner. So, with that. You got up from where you sat and walked over to him. You hugged him. The hug was a bit awkward. But you made it work.

Captain John Price:

You were the youngest member in the 141. So, that ended up having John as your father figure. He treated you like you were blood related and as if he knew you from birth. But, when John had overheard a conversation between you and another about your childhood trauma.

He couldn't help but feel he needed to step up his game. He needed to let you know that you weren't alone. That you didn't need to suffer by yourself from your trauma. John knew what childhood trauma would do to people. It would change them, drastically. He knew that both you and Ghost had trauma.

John wanted to change it. Change your trauma. But he couldn't. No matter how hard he tried. He hated it. So, when one day you knocked on his door during the night. He wasn't really surprised. Price got up from his office chair and opened the door. Looking down at you, he sighed. Moving the door wider, he gave you the signal to come in.

"I know why you're here." Was all he said as he went to light up a cigarette. "You... You knew?" He sighed, taking a drag of his nasty cigarette. Tilting his head slightly back and letting the air become infused with his cigarette.

"Yeah. Well, I don't know what exactly happened. But I can tell. It wasn't on your file, trust me. I just saw you, and knew immediately that you had trauma." Oh. Well, you hoped he was telling the truth that it wasn't on your file. You don't think you've told anyone in detail about what happened.

"You don't need to tell me." He said as he made eye contact with you, taking another drag of his cigarette. Price shuffles around to grab something from the cabinet of his desk. "Here, I have a copy of your file. If you don't believe me. You can check it." Of course you believed him. But you couldn't take any chances.

When he placed down the file you grabbed it. Opening it up, all it said was your height, weight, gender, profile, role, etc. Nothing about your childhood. Nothing about you having trauma. You sighed, thank goodness.

Price interrupted the silence. "If you ever need to talk about it or if you have a nightmare or whatever. Don't hesitate to knock on my door. Even if you wake me up." You looked up at him and smiled. He was like a father. A great one. "Thanks." Was all you said before you got up and left. Closing the door behind you.

Kyle Gaz Garrick:

Gaz is friendly. Very, friendly. So he was always touchy and close by. He didn't know of your trauma. He never noticed how you'd slightly cringe whenever he or someone else got too close or got touchy with you. He was a happy little furball. Everyone enjoyed his personality. You did as well. But, it was just that he always wanted to hug you or pat your shoulder. He liked physical touch, while you. On the other hand, absolutely hated it.

So, when it was just you two. When he was patting your shoulder, you blurted out. "I don't like you touching me." So, of course. Gaz was taken aback and instantly took back his hand and swung his hand to his side. "Oh, sorry." He looked embarrassed when you blurted it out.

"I.. I have trauma, from when I was a child. I don't hate you, it's just.." You trailed off. "Oh. I'm, uh. Sorry. I didn't know." Not many people knew, only a handful of people actually knew why.

"I don't... I don't really mind it, when you tell me.. It's just.. I need to be told when you touch me." Gaz's mouth formed an O. "Oh, yeah no that's fine. I get where you're coming from, it's fine pal." Gaz laughed.

"Thanks." Was all you said before you went to hug him. Gaz let out a surprised noise. He took a moment before laughing and wrapping his arms around you, smiling into your hair.

He really was a happy little furball.

Alejandro Vargas:

Alejandro was oblivious to your trauma. He always had an arm around your shoulder. He didn't know. You always curled into yourself when he slung his arm over your shoulders. You didn't like him doing that. You wanted to tell him that. But how would he react? Would he care? Would he stop? You didn't know. You wanted to know. But, did you?

One day you followed Alejandro. Followed him into an empty room. You had to tell him. Otherwise this would go on for ages. Until you tell him. It's now or never. You needed to tell him.

"Hey.. Uhm, Alejandro. I need to tell you something..." It was sudden, yes. But you couldn't help it. "Hm?" Alejandro hummed out in response.

"Uhm, I'd.. So, you know how you, uhm. Sling your arm around my shoulders?" Better to say it now than later. "Ay, I do."

"I'd rather you, to.. uh.. Not.. do that?- Like, I mean if it's fine with you. I mean, if you say no, I-" Alejandro cut you off. "Sure! I don't mind, do you mind telling me why thought?" Well that was awfully easy.

"Uhm, my childhood wasn't.. really the best.." Alejandro nodded. "Alright then, I'll stop. You don't need to tell me anything else. I don't mind." Quick and easy, alright then.

"Thanks, Alejandro." You say as you go to hug him. All he did was chuckle in response and wrap his arms around you. "On one condition." Oh lord. This most likely won't go very well...

You hesitated and slowly nodded. "You tell me whenever someone gets too close to you or touch you without your permission, deal?" That was unexpected.. "Yeah, deal... Thanks Alejandro.." You say as you bury you face into his shirt smiling to yourself, happy that things went smoothly.

Valeria Garza:

Valeria didn't do phsyical touch. She just didn't. But she did notice how you would flinch away from someone when they got too close or tried to touch you. She never said anything though. If you didn't tell her she just assumed you would deal with it yourself. Plus, she could just be misunderstanding things. Although, Valeria rarely misunderstood things. Ah, but oh well. If you didn't tell her then it's not necessarily her problem.

When you had knocked on her door during one afternoon, she was quite busy. So, when you heard a muffled 'Come in!' from the other side of the door. You opened the wooden door. Valeria looked up from her stack of papers and up to you. Dropping her pencil, she looks up to you. Expecting you to start the conversation first. "Uhm, Valeria. Someone has been, uhm..." You hesitate. Valeria sighs and rubs her temples. "Hurry up and finish you sentence. You're wasting my time." She responds irritated.

"Uh, someone has been.. Touching me, and I don't really.. Like to be touched, uhm." Oh god. This is not going well. "And why don't you like being touched?" Valeria pushed.

"Uhm, my childhood wasn't.... good.." You looked towards the floor, a bit embarrassed. "Name?" Valeria blurts out.

You look up back to her with a questioning look, slighty tilting your head. "Their name. The person who has been bothering you?" Oh, that makes sense. "Uhm, I don't know their name, but they were outside your room.. Uhm, three days ago?" You had no idea, all you knew was that you didn't want them near you again.

"Alright, I'll get to it." She says as she stands up. "Stay in here while I go handle some... business." With that, she leaves. Closing the door and leaving you alone with your thoughts.

For the next couple of weeks, you never saw them. Your guessing they're never seeing you again ever as well.

Whenever you and Valeria were together she always was paying attention to you. Especially when you're around others. When some person touched you on your shoulder, lets just say... You never noticed them hanging around anymore.

So this is my second ever, and little fanfic? Blog? I think you know what I mean- So if it's really crap, don't come at me pls

SN: did this at 1 in the morning so ignore all grammar mistakes -

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Team force 141 + Valeria w/ reader who has lots of pillows on their bed. E.g. six, seven, eight - just A LOT.

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Simon Ghost Riley:

Ghost was injured. Very injured. So when you all landed back onto base you rushed into the base with Ghost leaning on your shoulder. You knew that your room was closer to where you both currently were, and that you also had a med kit somewhere in your room.

So, that made you rush in the direction of your room instead of the medbay. Now, ghost was disoriented. So disoriented that he didn't seem to know where he was being lead to. He had only noticed where we was when you had plopped him onto your bed. Right on-top of something squishy.

What he had landed on, was a soft pillow. Multiple pillows. They were quite soft, but there were so many. He would have to use two hands to count the amount of pillows.

When you had found the medkit in the corner of your room. You hurried back to where Ghost was sitting. He was bleeding out on your bed. On your pillows. Your abundance of pillows.

So, of course he had to ask about your mountain of pillows. While you were patching him up, of course. He asked you. "Why do you have so many pillows?" It was so sudden you had to take a moment. "Oh, uh. I just.. like them. They give me comfort and I just like them overall."

He just gave you a look that you couldn't decipher. But, expect to see a couple of pillows at your door every now and then.

John Soap Mactavish:

Soap woke up. In your bed. Yes, in your bed. The reason? He drank too much. Way too much. He was so drunk that you had to drag his body from the bar, all the way to base.

Now, his first thought was. Why is my bed so squishy? Obviously his question was immediately answered when he gained consciousness and opened his eyes. The sunlight was attacking him from behind the thin curtains. Soap tried to stop the attack from the sun, but it was no use.

He was already awake and awoke in a room he doesn't know of. He shot up, a wave of nausea hitting him like how the sun had done not long ago.

"Where the hell am I? What the fuck...." Soap groaned. He didn't drink that much....... Did he?- The door opened, quietly. Moving his attention from the wall to the opening door.

He saw, you. Holding a glass of water and a pill bottle. "Oh, I hope I didn't wake you up." You softly spoke. "You didn't, where are we?" Soap asked curiously.

"My room, you were too drunk to be dragged to your own room." Oh. Well, made sense. He did drink a bit too much.... "Why do you uh.. have so many pillows here?" Picking one up Soap asked.

You replied, snatching a pillow from the bed. "Oh! They bring me joy, I like them. Some as presents form my family and friends, some I just bought that were soft or cute."

"This one's cute." Soap says while picking up a small brown dog. "Oh, you can keep it if you'd like, I have too many. Plus, I don't think anyone gave me it, must've been one that I bought a bit ago."

"Sweet! Thanks!" He was quite happy, even thought he had a throbbing headache. At least his hangover wasn't so bad now that he has a soft and squishy buddy with him.

Captain John Price:

John was checking up on everyone late at night after a mission. As some people were injured severely on the mission. So, when he made it to your room. He noticed that there was light peeling out from underneath your door. You know what happened to that cat about curiousity.

So, John bit the bullet and opened the door quietly. Only to find you on your bed, sprawled out like a starfish. Your hair was everywhere. All over the pillow where you head was resting on, and on your face. You were lightly snoring and you had left your bedside lamp on. With the way you were positioned on the bed, your pillows were bunching up and creating small hills.

You looked like you were having the best sleep of your entire life. Sleeping away without a worry about the world and its problems. But, of course. Not all good things last forever. He had to wake you up. You had to change into your pajamas. Price would never forgive you and himself if you slept in your gear.

So, he shook you awake. Lightly, of course. "Hey, you gotta get up." Your response was just a groan and turning to your side.... Back facing him... Price sighed.

"Hey, wakey wakey. You gotta get changed.." This earned another groan from you and you sitting up. "Why'd you wake me up...." You whined.

"You gotta get changed, and why do you have so many pillows?" Price chuckled seeing as you were slightly cuddling a cute cat pillow. You groaned and yawned. Taking your time to answer his question. "I like pillows, they're cute and comfy. Don't you agree?" Holding up a pillow to his face.

Price chuckled. "Yeah yeah, kid. Time to get changed." You groaned once again.

Kyle Gaz Garrick:

You and gaz decided to have a movie night. In your room. So, when he arrived with the snacks. He laid down on your floor and started watching the movie. Paying no attention to anything else but the movie. It was one of his favorite movies after all.

When the movied had ended, Gaz was very sleepy. So sleepy, that he decided he was going to sleep on your bed. In your room. Even though his room was only 3 rooms over. But, oh well. It's late, you're both tired. Why not? Plus, nothing bad would happen.

Yeah. Nothing bad did happen. Except, something embarrassing did. You didn't have the time to put away all your pillows, since you didn't know that Gaz was going to be sleeping in your room. In your bed. So, when he walked over to your bed. All he saw was pillows. A mountain of pillows. On what should be your bed.

"Hey... Uh... Why are there so many pillows here?" Gaz started. "Oh, uh. Yeah.. that's my uh, collection of pillows." You replied. Nervous on how he would react.

"Oh, cool. Which one is your favourite?" Gaz questioned. "Oh, uh. This one is one of my favourites." You replied, holding up a small dog pillow.

"Cute, but why are there so many?..." You hadn't really noticed about how much you had, but now that you were looking at.. Your bed? "Well.. I admit I have a bit too much, but I like all of them."

How embarrassing.... "I'm too tired to deal with this." Gaz needed his beauty sleep. He'd deal with you and your obsession on the morning. Right now, he just wants to catch some z's.

Alejandro Vargas:

Alejandro looked for you all over base. He was bored and needed something to do. You weren't in the dining hall, nor in the medbay. So, he went to your room in hopes to find you.

When he reached your room, he could hear some humming from inside. Alejandro knocked and could hear a muffled 'Come in!' from the other side of the door. He opened the door to see you sitting next to your bed and cuddling a pillow while reading a book whilst some music played in the background.

He noticed that, around you. On the bed, and the ground. Was littered with pillows. All different shapes, sizes, colors, etc. How could someone have so many pillows? Jesus Christ. You had an obsession with so many things. He heard you humming along with the song, not even paying attention to who had opened the door and entered the room.

Alejandro decided to break the silence. "Hey. What are you doing?" All you did was look up from your book and respond with a simple sentence. "Reading, why?" Jesus Christ, you looked totally unfased with how many pillows there were.

"Why do you have so many goddamn pillows?" Alejandro asked. Oh.. You hadn't realized that all of your pillows were laid out on the bed and some had fell onto the floor. "Well, I like them. Some of them were gifts from some people, and some that I had just found." You said, as you grabbed another pillow that had fallen to the floor.

Alejandro hesitated for a moment. "Alright.... Well, would you like to hang out with me?" Well, it would be good for you to go out and stretch your legs rather than sitting on the floor and reading by yourself. "Sure, I don't see why not." You replied while getting up and brushing the non-existent dust from your knees.

Valeria Garza:

Valeria was walking by your room when she noticed you lounging about on your bed. You were cuddling a pillow and the rest of your pillows were surrounding you. There was at least ten. They were colorful, and looked soft. What were you even doing with this amount of pillows?

"What the hell? What are you doing?" Valeria said as she leaned on the door frame. "Huh? Me? Oh, I'm just reading, why?" You were confused on why Valeria was asking you.

"Well, you have so many of these pillows here. Why do you have so many? Did you steal these?" Valeria asked. "I like pillows, they bring me joy, and no. I did not steal these. Some of these are gifts that my friends and family gave me." You huffed out.

Well, you had to admit. You did have a bit more than what an average person would have... But, you couldn't throw out any of them! They were apart of you, and you loved every single one of them. You didn't know why Valeria had such a problem with your obsession with pillows. Was she jealous of them or something?

"Are you jealous of the pillows, or something?" To be sure you asked, duh. "No. I would never be jealous of an inanimate object. That's just stupid!" Well, Valeria was a bit too quick to shut that down..... Ah, oh well.

"But, do you like them? A lot?" Ah, she definitely was jealous of them. Well.. Maybe?- "Yes, I do like them. Quite a lot. If you don't like them you can just leave." You huffed out.

So, with that. Valeria left your room. But, expect to see some pillows to appear on your bed when you go out of your room to go shopping or what not. Or expect a knock on your door, and seeing a pillow on the floor when you open the door. Maybe also seeing Valeria speed walk around the corner.

So this is basically my first ever post, and first ever fanfic? I guess. So if it's really crappy, don't come after me :,,

SN: I also did this at 12 in the morning so ignore all grammar mistakes -

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141 + Val - reader; always having candy on them. E.g. lollipop, warhead, skittles, etc.

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Simon Ghost Riley:

During a briefing, Ghost had briefly looked at you. Seeing you holding some sort of bright and colourful packaging and fishing out a coloured candy and popping it in your mouth confused him. It was quite early in the morning, specifically six thirty-two am. So how on earth were you eating sweets? Hold on, how on earth did you even get a hold of them?

He had remembered another time, not too long ago seeing you on the field while they were going over the plan once more. He remembered you popping a lollipop into your mouth.

Another memory pops into his head, you were walking around base chewing on bubble gum, from where he was standing in the hallway he could smell how sweet it was. It was so sweet that Ghost swears he can still smell it now. The thought almost made him gag.

"Ghost, the briefing has ended." Your voice startled him. "What? Oh, yeah." Ghost was a bit too busy in thought and hadn't noticed the briefing had ended.

"Are.. are you-" Simon interrupted you. "Why do you have so many sweets?"

You laughed. "Huh? Oh, uhm. I have quite a big sweet tooth, haha." Well, that explained your frequent habit.

John Soap Mactavish:

Obviously Soap had noticed your habit early on. And of course, the man had quite a sweet tooth too. So, everytime he had noticed you eating a sweet. He would always put his hand out Infront of you, hoping to atleast get a handful of whatever sweet you decided to snack on.

But, sometimes he would notice you snacking on bright coloured candy on the field. And obviously, that concerned him. I mean, who wouldn't it concern? You were on the field, this was a life or death situation. And you were... Snacking on sweets.

Jesus Christ, he shouldn't be focusing on you eating sweets. He should be focusing on getting out of this situation. Although, you and him might have a talk after this mission about snacking on sweets..

Captain John Price:

Of course John would be a bit worried noticing that you would eat sweets and lollies quite frequently. So frequently that he had to pull you into his office about you eating so many sweets.

"Are you okay?" Price spoke breaking the silence. "What do you mean?" Obviously that was a bit odd to say without any context.

"You eat so many sweets so frequently, are you okay? I've heard that your generation does stress eating. So are-" You cut him off. "Of course I'm okay! I just have a sweet tooth, cap. Quite a big one too."

"Oh." Price was a bit dumbfounded, why didn't he think about that? "Haha, yeah. Nothing wrong with me, cap. Well- not currently. I think?-"

Price sighs. "You worry me kid. But don't eat too much. You'll get sick." You beamed. "Aye aye captain!"

Kyle Gaz Garrick:

Of course he was fine with your habit the first few times. But later on, he noticed your habit getting... Worse?- Ah, he doesn't know... But, just incase. He talked to you about your sweet habit.

So, when he had the time and both of you were free and walking about he stopped you. Right in the hallway.

Gaz started the conversation. "Hey! Uhm... Why do you... Eat so many... Sweets?" Of course you were a bit confused on why he was asking. I mean, who wouldn't? "I just have a large sweet tooth and had lots of places to fit some sweets. Why?"

"Ah, no reason. I thought it was just.. uhm... y'know.... Uh ..." Yeah, no. He has no idea why. He just thought... Nothing. Well.. at least his question was answered?-

Alejandro Vargas:

You both were in your room relaxing. You lying on your bed, Alejandro next to the side of the bed. Alejandro wasn't really paying attention and looked as if he were about to doze off in a second. So, with him in his in world, you basically could do whatever you wanted without Alejandro. That is.. if you didn't make a lot of noise..

So, of course. The only logical thing you could've done in the situation. Was to reach over to the opposite side of the bed, on the other side of where Alejandro was sitting, and to fish out a colorful bag. You twisted your body to the bag of sweets and looked for your favorite flavor. Of course, you weren't paying much attention and hadn't noticed that Alejandro had snapped out of his gaze from the sound of your sweet bag being moved around.

Fishing out your favorite flavor, you made a noise of your victory. "What are you doing?" Alejandro had interrupted your victory. "Er, just grabbing a sweet.."

"You always have a candy on you, don't you?" Alejandro asked jokingly. "Well, actually. I do." Telling Alejandro about your habit of keeping sweets near you.

"Don't eat too much." That was all Alejandro had said before he moved around to get comfortable on the floor. Nothing else. Just that. Huh, guess he didn't really mind or care. Oh well!

Valeria Garza:

Valeria didn't get why you were so obsessed with sugar. But, if they made you happy then she didn't mind. But, of course. She had to ask about your obsession with sugary treats.

So, when you and her were both alone in a room. She had to ask about your habit. Interrupting your thoughts about which sweet to buy when you had the time to buy them. She asked.

"Why do you eat so much sugar?" Valeria's voice had interupted your train of thought. "Huh? Why? Well, I just like them. They keep me happy."

"But why are they so important?" Valeria was stil confused about your habit. "Well... I like the taste of them. I have a sweet tooth."

Valeria still didn't get why you obsessed and liked them so much. But oh well, it's not a thing she should worry about too much. Well, as long as it doesn't become too much of a habit and a problem to you and her. And maybe doesn't interrupt your relationship with her.... Maybe....