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here have some Merrick hcs bc I feel a little guilty abt killing him off in my oc lore

When he was younger, first joining the army, he was a little shit.

Kept getting underfoot, and into trouble.

Most of the time he didn't even mean to get into trouble, trouble found him.

Over the years he mellowed out, but Rorke and Elias know and Ajax (their child) got told lots of stories about the times Merrick was a literal gremlin.

Also he def has a random ass allergy, like mango.

I'm tweaking I need more rorke headcanons someone.. anyone.. please (⁠༎ຶ⁠ ⁠෴⁠ ⁠༎ຶ⁠)

would 100% love to hear some nsfw hc’s about keegan on account of me being absolutely feral for him 🫣🫣 im gonna lose my mind grggrgrgrrgrg

omg i was hoping that someone would come back and ask for my nsfw keegan hcs!! he's just so 🖤🖤🖤 keegan lives in my brain 24/7

if you want to hear hcs about keegan or pretty much any other cod character, feel free to submit ideas here!!

mdni // nsfw below the cut

cw // fem anatomy and terms used. brief mentions of slight degradation, spit kink, toy usage, edging, and orgasm denial.

Okay let me start out by saying this man has a HIGH sex drive, like wayyy higher than what's average. Of course, Keegan would never pressure you into doing anything with him if you can't keep up or you need a break. But if you match his drive then you're in for it. Prepare to be fucked in his bedroom, on his couch, on the kitchen counter, in the shower, in his car, and up against every wall and

In terms of what Keegan’s working with below the belt, his cock is average length (around 6 inches when hard), but he’s THICK as hell. His girth is about the same as his length. He knows he’s thick so Keegan takes plenty of time to finger you, eat you out, and get you soaked so your hole can more easily stretch around him <3

Keegan loves getting oral from you. To him, you look the prettiest with his fat cock in between your pretty lips. Particularly enjoys throatfucking you until you’re drooling around his dick and the spit leaks down your chin and neck. Always finishes in your mouth when you go down on him. “Open your mouth, slut,” he commands so he can see his cum pool on your tongue. On top of that, he spits in your mouth before growling out “be a good girl and swallow for me”. 

He absolutely has a spit kink. He’s just nasty like that <3

When Keegan eats you out, he gets SO messy. He spits on your pussy to get you extra wet. While he goes down on you, he practically drools all over your cunt. Keegan loves when he can see a mixture of your wetness and his spit dripping down and onto the sheets. 

OMFG the hill that I will die on is that this man is MESSY with his cum. Keegan’s favorite place to finish is inside of you so he can dive between your legs and watch it drip out of your pussy. If you ask him to pull out, he still enjoys cumming all over your tits, ass, face, any part of your body really. He just has a thing for seeing the milky-white fluid on your skin. 

Keegan is an ass, hips, and thighs man all the way. He adores every single inch of your body, but in his opinion your lower-half is the best. Good luck keeping his hands off your ass when you two are in private. His favorite position is doggy so he can watch the way your ass giggles as he fucks you.

Keegan doesn’t own toys, but he’d be willing to use them on you if you asked. Afterall, the vibrator’s just going to enhance your pleasure right? What Keegan doesn’t expect is becoming obsessed with using a vibrator on you. Loves to hold it right on your clit until you’re grabbing at the sheets and whining that you’re about to cum before he pulls it away. He’s so mean. Likes to edge and tease you for a while before finally allowing you to finish.

When he’s away from you (on a mission or otherwise) and has some alone time, Keegan thinks about you while fucking his hand. Your pretty face, your gorgeous body, those desperate sounds you make when you’re on the edge of your orgasm. God the things you do to his mind even when you’re miles away from him….

He’ll never ask you for it because Keegan would hate to make you uncomfortable, but he would love to take some nude photos/ videos of you so he can look at them while he’s deployed. Keegan specifically fantasizes about filming you sucking his cock so he can look into your pleading eyes while stroking his cock. 

Before he leaves for a mission, sex with him is intimate and romantic. Keegan lays you on your back, gazes into your eyes, and whispers to you while he thrusts into you. “God babygirl, you’re so gorgeous. My sweet little thing. Love you, love you so much.” 

But when Keegan gets back from a mission? You’re in for it! The second he lays eyes on you, you’re bent over the nearest surface so he can rail you as hard as possible, leaving bruises and marks on your skin to remind you of who you belong to.  

Keegan always asks how you’re feeling after a session, even if it was vanilla, to make sure you’re feeling okay. Asks you questions like “Hey, how ya doing, babygirl? You need something? Water? Snack? As shower?” He’s so willing to do whatever you want after sex to make you feel comfortable. Definitely joins you if you choose to shower afterwards <3

I said it already in my SFW hcs, but one of Keegan’s main love languages is physical touch. He gets so so so clingy and cuddly after sex. He absolutely adores holding you close, kissing you, petting your hair, and using his fingers to lightly trace over your features. He does whatever he can to feel your skin against his. 

If you two fuck before bed, he stays awake until you’re sound asleep. Just likes to bask in the sight of your pretty face, especially after you let him do such nasty, depraved things to your body. When he’s finally ready to succumb to his own tiredness, he wraps his strong arms around you from behind and buries his face in the back of your neck so he can inhale your scent all night.

Some soap relationship/general headcanons >~<

• LIVES to have his Mohawk up-kept by his s/o

• Very much appreciates nipples on both male and female.

• Loves to tease, but hates being teased.

• Prominent chest, leg and arm hair. Including happy trail.

• “Princess.”

• Call him ‘Johnny’ and he will melt.

• The type to fall in love at first sight.

• Prefers to be the big spoon but will accommodate to his partners liking.

• Prepare for eskimo and neck kisses because he has a big thing for those.

• If you have piercings he will play with them like a cat with a string.

• Has a strong tendency to tickle.

• If his s/o traces his scars he will get really emotional.

• You best believe he’s into the THICC ones, Also doesn’t mind a bit of chub. He finds it cute.

• Enjoys nibbling on ears and collarbones.

• Sit on his lap to drive him wild 👀

• Carries a picture of you in his wallet, likes to stare at it at night or when he’s jerking off

• Tends to get lonely when off on missions so you best expect him to video chat with you on the regular.

• Prefers to preform than receive if you know what I mean 😳.

• Enjoys frilly and lacy panties, on males he likes tighty whities.

• SUPER envious of attention you give to others, he wants you all to himself.

• Cuddles 24/7.

• Play fights Are a Common occurrence, he will go easy on you till he realizes he’s losing. Then he won’t hold back.

Werewolf 141 Boyfriends

the furry cod fan writes a werewolf au! everyone is not shocked! lmaooo

pt 2

!!NSFW minors dni!!!

cw: werewolves au, monster f◇cker content lmaooo, nsfw and fluff HCs, human gn!reader, tail wagging, fur scratching, light bondage, "not" 🪢, transformations, blood, raw meat, consensual x, rough x, biting, etc, self indulgent ☆♡, breeding, no reader description

they transform on full moons, new moons and have 1 week of continuous werewolf-ability the week of Halloween! usually the 1 week is much more calm. a slow, rolling transformation over the course of 2 days and the rest are taken up by him nuzzling you and marking your body lovingly.

of course they have increased smell and hearing but also strength and drive to protect you.

you are their person and nothing will come between you and their person

Soap

most energetic of them all, especially the days before his transformations. thankfully he can funnel all that energy into a mission or preparing to sit out his transformation at home.

lots of whining and whimpering when he's transforming. full moons make him pant like he's in pain. new moons are much less aggressive. he asks you to sit with him. he gets overwhelmed if you hold him so just light hand touches until he's fully shifted.

werewolf mohawk. long fur down the center of his back and tail

he gets mouthy when he's shifted. he doesn't mean to bite you hard or even bite you at all. but he holds your fingers in his maw and licks at the back of your neck when he's hunched over you in the kitchen.

doesn't know his own strength like every other big dog. knocks you over, knocks things over, has bumped the entire sofa onto its back.

behind the ear scratches or mohawk scratches. it gets his leg going like thumper

drooler. in his human form he's already a wet kisser, let him shift and it's a done deal for you.

when he kisses down your torso, leaving wet licks and nips at your skin he's practically leaving pools of drool dripping down your sides. he apologizes but doesn't mean it. he loves seeing your skin slick and shiny

his tongue has a mind of its own when it's pressed against your skin and it doesn't take long for him to press his tongue into you.

Gaz

groans and huffs when he's transforming. Kyle finds a comfy spot in the house and rides out his transformation best his can without bothering you much. sometimes you come home and find him in your closet, your tub, under your kitchen table.

he lifts his head and huffs when his eyes meet yours. his head immediately falls back in exhaustion, planning on just riding out the rest of his shift.

hungry boy when he's shifting. usually a couple days before he fully shifts he's eating everything in your fridge.

apologizes profusely when you catch him eating the steaks you were saving for dinner. raw. he's hunched over your kitchen sink, sharp claws covered in red from the steak when his canines tear another bite

you hate to admit it, but it's hot. the claws and the happy wags he gives when he's really enjoying something.

it's very common when you're in bed with him, especially the morning after he shifts to his werewolf form. he's curled around you in bed, claws desperately grabbing at your hips to wake you.

he huffs and nuzzles into you, rutting his cock between your thighs. his claws are sharp enough to draw blood if he pulls at you too hard, so he really tries not to.

your "mm.. morning to you too, " mumbles make his tail thump on the bed. no sleeping in for you, now that you're awake, you're all his!

Price

pants like a mother fucker when he's shifting. he can't even enjoy a cigar when he's going through it because hes panting so much.

hes probably hot with all that fur. he's the closest to a bear as you can get when it comes to werewolves, big big teeth and claws. all the better to protect you with my dear

asks you very gently if you can supply him with a water and a bourbon every now and again, but its hard when he clings to you the way he does.

price is one of our only boys that wants you to be wrapped up in his arms when he's transforming. Soap and Gaz like for you to be around but holding them is a bit much on the senses. John however, needs you.

if you aren't around when he's shifting he gets grouchy, downright angry if it's bad enough. this is terrible news for anyone who crosses him too harshly

apologizes between licks when he's got you in a mating press, knot plugging his thick cum in you.

when you give him the ok he shifts positions so you're sitting on top. you're free to get up whenever you can relax enough to let his cock slop free, but good luck.

even coming down from his high, he's rutting into you, exposing his neck so you can scratch from his chin down to his muscular chest. wag wag wag

Ghost

oh Simon ♡ oh our sweet werewolf bf Simon

hes a howler for sure. you've gotten a noise complaint or 2 from his howling getting louder as his shift progressed. you've started to learn to quiet him down slightly by doing very hushed howls with him. he tries to match your volume instead, but it only works so long

he only locks himself away from you on the nights of fullmoons, finding his hunger insatiable those nights. but he does ask you to bind him for every transformation. he asks you to only bring him food when necessary. why would you listen to that?

slowly but surely you can feed him on full moon nights w his hands bound and muzzle strapped to his face. you slip raw meat slivers through the holes of his muzzle, onces he graciously eats whole. he honestly prefers this than to be locked alone in a room all night.

he especially prefers when you feed him with your fingers. he licks at your fingers, savoring the taste of the meat and your skin against his tongue.

he doesn't trust himself fully to have sex with you in his werewolf form without any precautions. he asks you to keep him bound and muzzled, only allowing himself the pleasure of thrusting his hips into the apex of yours.

he secretly hopes you can tame him well enough to where he doesn't need at least the muzzle. he's desperate to lick away your sweat and tears when his knot fills you to the brim.

scratch at his happy trail when he cums. he can't stop his tail wagging even if he tried.

simon who's been in the military so long that sometimes he can't function without someone giving him instruction.

simon who will come to you at all hours of the day, just staring at you in hopes you give him a task to do.

"Simon can you grab-" he's already getting up

"Simon can you cook that chicken in the f-" he's already putting on an apron

"Simon can-" yes. he will. he can and he must. its compulsory at this point.

doesn't need or ask for praise when he completes the task at hand, but will be over the MOON if you do. even a simple "thanks, Si," gets him wagging his tail.

I have been feeling Sick the past few days so I'm gonna disassociate and pretend that this is happening to me in the Werewolf!AU 😖 Who's completely unafraid and snuggling with me all the time to keep me warm while a fever kicks my ass and who is three countries over and still running from The Germs ™️

(Dont answer this if you dont want to, also I'm on three different kinds of meds rn so if this is incoherent I'm so sorry)

Werewolf AU! w a sick S/O

cw: none really! sfw, fluff, some kissing licking yada yada, mdni

make sure you're taking your vitamins and getting your vaccine friends!! I hope you both feel better!! 🫂🫂

Gaz

hates being sick, so he tries to hang around in the other room if he can. he'll immediately get up if you holler for him, but would prefer not to be sick.

however, Gaz is a total sucker and if you whinper a bit, he'll curl right up with you. he wraps his tail around you, balled up against his torso.

usually falls asleep there with you. you end up sleeping through most of your sickness with him.

when you arent sleeping, he finds this as a perfect excuse to catch up on shows together.

orders some hot pho to make you feel better.. asks if you can feed him some of the raw meat slivers. he probably ordered an extra side of raw steak just for himself.

*licks your fingers clean* *wags*

Price

also hates being sick! but he rarely EVER gets sick, so he doesn't mind curling up with you if you are.

I've said it before and I'll say it again, John is a working dog. needs a job to do or he'll go mad. even if its just fetching your medicine every few hours, he's on it. you tell him to bring the medicine into the bedroom so he doesn't have to keep running to get it, but he insists he likes the back and forth.

helps your fever go down with cool showers. his gigantic back keeps most of the water away from your skin and his big warm arms keep you at a manageable temp

if you can't stop shivering tho, he's either laying himself on top of you or putting you on top of him. pushes your head into his plush fur and nuzzles your head.

puts his cold, wet nose against your forehead or your neck to keep track of your temperature or to help you cool off.

Simon

hates seeing you sick so works overtime to make you feel better asap.

unlike Price, he gets the sniffles easy so he tries to not lay with you all day. he'll stay in bed until youve dozed back off in a medicine induced slumber and tip toe off so you get rest.

but he doesn't abandon you by any means! it's actually quite the opposite. he's doting on you often, checking your temp and bringing you drinks to keep you hydrated.

knows you don't have much of an appetite but does his best to make your favorite soups. doesn't force you to eat, but leaves snacks on the bedside table just in case.

"gotta eat somethin', sweetheart."

can't resist you if you're grabbing at him and gently pulling him sleepily back into your arms. you'd much rather cuddle him than est another gross saltine anyway. he'll crawl over slowly, making sure he doesn't squish you before he plops next to you with a big wuff. pulls you right into his chest. rroorororoooo

Soap

obviously prefers not to be sick, but doesn't care if he gets your germs because your germs are yours and he loves you.

Dr McTavish is in the building

really takes on the role of taking care of you, runs you luke warm baths, bringsbyou the best food his mom taught him how to whip up. want a massage? he's on it! sinuses are swollen? he's getting little chilled patches for under your eyes.

Soap is a drooler and it comes in handy sometimes. licks and kisses your hot skin, cooling it in the process when his breath fans over it. good shivers when he licks the back of your neck so help you cool off.

"yae feelin' be' er?

wags his tail when you smile and nod. little boost of confidence knowing he can take good care of you even has a lumbering werewolf.

Alejandro

egg cleanse 🥚

muttering various Spanish under his breath as he goes from the kitchen to your bedside, back to the kitchen, to the bathroom and back again.

dotes on you but like.. as if he's mad the sickness even date infected you in the first place.

"as soon as this is over with, you're going to start taking vitamins. everyday"

one plus side to this is now you'll sit in a cold bath with him. wraps you up in his arms, resting his muzzle on your shoulder. good cuddles ♡

shakes out his fur because of course he does. and wraps you up in several towels. doesn't wanna get the bet wet, so he waits on the floor until he's dry.

likes when you poke an arm out of your towel to pet his head. even as you're falling asleep, he's asking if you need anything before you doze off.

YAYYYY IT'S FRIDAYYYY!!!! FUCKING FINALLY THIS WEEK WA SSO LONG FOR ME 😭😭😭😭

Anyways !!!! vvvvv

hate Hate Hate Hate HATE when some art depicts Nikto as this 10/10 Slavic man in terms of his face!!! Like!!! NO!!! THE MAN IS DISFIGURED AS FUCK. HE IS UGLY. FUCKING UGLY. UUUGLYYY. LET'S NOT KID OURSELVES. WE'RE NOT SIMPING FOR SOME HANDSOME HUNK. IT'S THE CHUNKS OF A MAN WE'RE INTO — NOT TO PUT THEM BACK TOGETHER TO "FIX" LIKE SOME JIGSAW PUZZLE, BUT TO APPRECIATE EVERY SINGLE PIECE!!! EVERY SINGLE DISFIGUREMENT!!! EVERYTHING!!!!!

Ahem. Got carried awya, 💀

Yes yes yes this this this and this!!!vvvvv:

Man is not loyal to anyone. All he is there for is to carry out orders. Not only does he unintentionally (I assume) dissociate when his alters take over, but he intentionally dissociates from the killing. Orders are orders, and a mission is a mission.

"All I need are targets. Just give me targets."

"Don't think of the enemy as human. They are simply targets."

//I actually didn't know that MP-[] stood for "Military Police — [Call-sign]" and that's SO COOL. NIKTO IS SO MUCH COOLER OMG. MILITARY POLICE???

Yes, it's inhumane. But it's what gets the job done. No point getting attached and letting emotional connections or the morality of your actions weigh you down — and no point in particular to be affected by how inhumane his methods are. He's a military, not a humanitarian, and it's not his fault if you get in his way or don't cooperate and risk jeopardising the mission.

"Watch your mouth. Or I'll cut your tongue out."

"You are a means to an end. Then you're nothing.

"I need you for the mission. Nothing more."

Maybe it's just me projecting but my Slavic family doesn't believe in medication either lol (not lol). Getting dependent on drugs to them is like being alcoholics and/or addicted to cigarettes. Don't rlly have an opinion on their logic, but that point of view is actually accurate for Nikto. Having had to rely on nobody but himself, to be dependent on drugs could lead chip away at the self-control he so skillfully mastered, until he's uncontrollable and all he can do is use drugs to dull and mute the voices.

Nikto laughing at other (enemy) soldiers' deaths is SO REAL!!! Some of of his voicelines were:

"Not today, motherfuckers!"

"Trying to kill me?!/You can't kill me!"

"(Laughs) More!"

Like, he's having the time of his life??? It's THRILLING??? EXHILARATING??? It's like it's a game to him lol,, like, he's having SO much fun! (he's killing people and could die at any moment).

Goes back to your point to his confidence on the field. Amazingly put 👏

I feel like he's borderline psychopathic with hints of sadism, since he doesn't strike me as the type to have a conscience per se, unless the voices quieten down and his alters abandon him.

***Actually, scratch that. As I'm writing I feel like he could be all three. Maybe the alters are psychopathic/sociopathic/sadistic respectively, and it's HE who is burdened with the consequences, the morality, and the emotional baggage. Idk tho this came to me as i was writing 🤷🏼‍♀️

//Genuinely terrifying to imagine him storming up to you and demanding you to tell him why you're looking at him id shit myself no joke 😨 the comparison is SO accurate ive felt that way irl 😰

//Him not understanding jokes 💀 HELP 💀💀💀💀

Love you for these headcanons. They're great. Your contribution was great.

BTW these r canon to me now 💕💕💕💕

(not proof read im so sorry but im in a rush ☹️)

Andre Nikto head canons

We have little information about Niko but here's what I've gathered..

((Also I'd like to kindly add, hi, hello, my name is Mika and I am a Bosnian. The chances of me adding some accurate slav head canons are always high but never low!!🙏🏻 ALSO IM TERRIBLY OBSESSED WITH NIKTO SO IF ENJOY THIS AND YOU WANT DATING NIKTO HEAD CANONS PLEASE LET ME KNOWWW))

Genuine head canons:

Andre Nikto (Никто) is a (scary) Russian military man, roughly 193/194 centimetres (when you compare him to Simon's height) He suffers with acute dissociative disorder (better said DID) yet is still serving the military cause of how he preforms during battle.., so the military still views him as a ideal soldier for combat despite his disorder..

No hate but from what I've seen in some art works claiming it's his "face reveal" you people have to understand that under his mask, his face is disfigured.. so, no he won't be an attractive super model under that mask of his..

I don't think you people are aware how badass Nikto is as a character, almost SIMILAR as Ghost who's in the military for the same reason as everybody else, to risk their life.

Although judging by Nikto's voice lines, he doesn't care who he's killing..if it were up to him, if his teammates serve him zero purpose he'd care less if they die..(after all, you're just a target..) but being a professional, he can't allow that to happen to his teammates

If you look up closely, Nikto wears a military uniform that is different from everyone else with MP-0 written on it. Now if you don't know, MP stands for Military Police (enforcement agencies connected with, or part of, the military of a state.) and zero next to it meaning "nothing" and this is important which is what Nikto refers himself as..

Yeah so about that..

I have a theory about Nikto's nickname

After being captured and brutally tortured with whatever sick tendency mister Z had in store for him. It was Mister Z that couldn't really get much Information about Andre.

They would start torturing him while repeating to Andre that he's nothing, he's no one, what he is is nothing but what he is is everything. Those words play in the back of his head and they never seen to go away.

(This is extremely relevant cause Mister Z tried to get to know a bit of Andre by looking through some research come to find his citizenship and language are censored making him a nobody. Keep in mind, if he found any information about Andre viewing from personal life etc. it will be used as blackmail..)

After recovering his scars and taken to therapy after 7 years he was diagnosed with DID

NOW moving on to the DID part

(What I said about the fact that people overlook Nikto's disorder, I mean it..

Some don't really write about his disorder which is fine but when someone does it gets messy. )

Alters aren't easy to deal with, it's actually gonna haunt you till the day that you die cause there's no cure for it. And in Nikto's case it's from PTSD and Nikto is very aware of his alters..

Let me tell you how Nikto's disorder affects him. Switching can be consensual, forced or triggered, Nikto values silence as much as the next person cause he's dealing with much inside his head already. The kind of guy that would "watch TV" while dissociating with a 100 yard glare with very slow blinking and a slight headache..

There are times where his personalities would correct him when hes referring to himself (example: I'm up..(his personality correctes him) WE'RE up..)

"He made us do this" (and other voice lines I can't recall..)

Maybe cut bits of an apple with a knife and eat it while watching TV..

He has medication prescribed for him but he didn't wanna depend on medications cause they're just drugs..they're nothing to him but just drugs..

He has dissociative amnesia too, sometimes he would wander around confused maybe even annoyed. The amnesia appears to be caused by traumatic or stressful experiences endured or witnessed..Although the forgotten information may be inaccessible to consciousness, it sometimes continues to influence behavior

Like I said he likes quiet people, someone who doesn't waste their air on small talk..

Example; don't really talk to him about the weather, unless you have something interesting to say but if the conversation is gonna go nowhere , don't talk..he finds that a waste of time

People assume just because he's Russian that he likes vodka, he doesn't like vodka...-He doesn't like any alcoholic beverage cause it makes his problems a lot worse,...maybe If you were lending him some as an offering, he'll take it but he has SOME self control, he's okay with coffee, though..

It's relevant cause he stays awake at late hours since he finds it difficult to sleep, he'll stay up late with no music, nothing, just a silent room. It doesn't matter if he tries the military tactic where you just close your eyes and turn off your thoughts, it's very different when you have voices screaming inside your head...

Despite everything he's still intelligent, so being smart + strength + sharp reflexes and you got yourself a criminal

Death doesn't phase him, but to him death is like sleeping, he's not scared of death considering that he's been through hell those past few months.

He likes the simple things, don't complicate anything..because he's quick with catching an attitude..be blunt and forward and stumble over your words..

Nikto shows confidence in the battlefield,just like König, except he has a high rush of adrenaline and will laugh at the enemies death.

Fun fact: in this one comic Price calls Nikto "psycho"

And it's without a doubt that he is one.., a sadistic, sociopathic, psychopath

After splitting, his alters can and will get more aggressive and do more harm and damage to others cause they're doing the most at protecting the host.. (depending on the alter, some wanna protect him while some wanna hurt him)

Oh by the way about the intelligence part, I mean he has a good good memory with remembering faces..

He doesn't like people looking at him funny, he'll get angry really fast and annoyed at the same time.., he won't show hesitation when it comes to approaching you and asking you what are you looking at (it's like trying to avoid eye contact with a homeless man Infront of a store, that's how scared you would be)

He's slow with jokes or any form of humor that you throw at him??? You'll be excited to tell him a joke, and when you do he just looks at you and tells you never to do that again..,or just straight up tell you he doesn't get it...??? and probably trying to explain it either he gets it or not he'll still tell you that it's not funny

He doesn't argue, or he does? Arguing with him will costs you avoiding getting objects thrown at you so you can get out of his sight..tragic, now you have a teammate that hates your guts and won't apologize for it.

Snores. REALLY loud. 😬 ONLY when you are in his arms 🙄 — when he sleeps alone, he is eerily silent.

I'm taking this and assuming it means that he's relaxed enough to snore because he knows you won't hurt him, and especially if he's sleeping during the day, he knows you've got his back. He wouldn't admit it but maybe he subconsciously knows that his lover is just as protective of him as he is of them. He knows they'd never let anyone hurt him, so his body finally leaves fight or flight mode when resting next to them

Idk if I'm just reading too much into that but it's what I'm taking from it. Nikto trusts his lover so so much

I'm rambling now but imagine his lover got accused of being a rat and there was sizable evidence against them and he just doesn't believe it. He just goes "no" and helps his lover hide because he's not an idiot, he knows they'll be tortured for information they don't have if they stay, and if they got tortured, he'd have to kill everyone involved and then punish himself for, in his eyes, allowing it to happen.

Meanwhile he works to find out who the actual traitor is, and when he finds out they intentionally framed his lover?

Not good things

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YES, 🪼 ANON!!! YOU GET IT!!! 🥰🥰🥰❤️❤️❤️

Because being on high alert is exhausting. Being hyperaware of every noise — inside and outside —, every gust of wind, every breath, rise and fall in temperature, every movement... it's exhausting.

Personally, I headcanon Nikto to be a light sleeper when he's on active duty — so light that rarely truly sleeps* (or, better put: it's rare for him to get any sleep. Sleep deprivation could be the cause of those permanently red eyes of his?), as he can still recognise the sounds around him and is ready to engage with any enemy planning to stab him in his "sleep".

Before Zakhaev, he was cautious. After Zakhaev, he's paranoid.

Any noise could signal an enemy's stealthy approach: a creak in the floorboard? a passing car? footsteps echoing along the wrong? voices whispering in the night? a tusle of his bedsheets, easily to be mistaken for rustle of someone's combat gear as they adjust their pistol to aim it at his forehead? Man gets no sleep... ☹️

That's why he's eerily silent — because a.) he has to be aware of any and all dangers and b.) if he can neither be seen nor heard, no enemy can capture him, can they?

*LITERALLY as I was writing this (little by little since you sent the ask in), this headcanon showed up on my feed, and Nikto stating this is SO fitting: "We do not sleep, we only fall into darkness until the sun brings us back". PLS ITS LITERSLLT HIM? +++?? +++? @??

However, I imagine him as a deep sleeper at heart, and when he has finally no rational reasons to be paranoid, he can relax. Somewhat.

He's still as stiff as a board: lays flat on his back, arms by his sides, legs straight, and all that; however, it's with his partner only when he can actually relax, as 1.) with them laying on his chest/by his side, they are safe, they aren't in any danger, they are okay 2.), their presence brings him solace and peace like no other 3.), he isn't alone anymore, he doesn't have to protect himself and focus on his survival, since he can now just... live, as opposed to survive,

and 4.), because (like you said! 🤭❤️), his partner would be just as protective of him as they are of them. <3

To ease his stress and alleviate the paranoia at least a little, they vow to care for him and take care of him, and to demonstrate through small but meaningful acts that he doesn't have to be fiercly independent and self-reliant, but can depend on and trust his partner, too. 🥹

Maybe the relationship that he has with his partner has no one person depending on the other, but a codependent one — Nikto can provide safety, security, shelter, and protection in a physical sense, while his partner can provide all of those aforementioned in the emotional sense (but physical probably too because I would scratch whoever the FUCK had the balls to pick on my man??????,, HISSING and SCREECHING and CLAWING like a fucking cat!!!!!! 😠😠😾😾😠😾

//Also bro you can't apologise for rambling then give the BEST writing prompt EVER??? KISS KISS MUAHM MUAHHH 💋💋,, NEED TO WRITE A DRABBLE FOR THIS!!! 🤭🤭

pls bear w me tho... 😞,, hope u don't mind that im a slow writer 🥲

This is my actual dream written down. Hehe. 😏

their reaction to you wearing a flavoured lipstick

task force 141 x reader headcanons

synopsis: headcanons of how would they react when the reader wears a flavoured lipstick/lip gloss/lip balm

notes: can you tell who is my favourite?

comments and reblogs are always appreciated🙈

warnings: mentions of smoking, occasional swearing, tooth-rotting fluff

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Captain 'John' Price - chocolate and red velvet

He may be slightly old-fashioned and love it when you wear red lipstick as he considers it a classy, but bold choice of colour

He is aware that you own more than one red lipstick, yet he secretly cannot differentiate one shade from another. Not that he'll ever let you know

That is until one day you visit him at work. He won't let it show, but he becomes jealous the second you walk in the base, your lips painted in a rich, velvety crimson. He cannot take his eyes off you, hypnotized by the captivating movement of your lips as you speak to him, telling him about your day and what you thought you should have for dinner.

John does not miss the hungry looks that are thrown across your way. He is quick to snake his hand around your waist and usher you to his office, where he could be the only one relishing in the allure the red lipstick cast over you-

"John, you're not really listening, are you?" your playful tone snaps him out of his reverie, a sheepish look plastered on his face.

"Love, did I ever tell you how much red lipstick suits you?"

"Only twice per day and more than ten times per night…" you roll your eyes at his antics, cupping his cheeks in your hands and planting a kiss at the corner of his lips, letting out a small giggle as his stubble tickled your lips.

"Well, I am headed home to get started on that dinner you didn't pay attention to!" you keep teasing him, amused by his dazzled expression. Little did you know, you had him wrapped around your finger.

"A…Alright, drive safe! I'll be there as soon as I finish this paperwork!"

Only he spends the next hour daydreaming about your red lips and the tender way they made contact with his skin, the phantom touch still lingering on the corner of his lips. Unconsciously, he traces his tongue over the place, freezing when he feels a mild flavour of chocolate.

He checks it once again, partially ashamed of the childish gesture. If any of his teammates caught him at that moment, they wouldn't let him live it down. But the subtle taste is there, sweet yet distant, almost as if it was teasing him.

The paperwork's long forgotten before he realizes it must be your lipstick. You might have told him that you found a new flavoured collection, but he had been too busy staring at your giddy figure to pay attention.

So he becomes a man with a plan and does not delay heading home anymore. The drive there seems endless, but it's all worth it the moment he opens the door and sees you standing by the kitchen counter, wearing the apron he gave you for Christmas

One second he's by the door, the next he's smashing his lips against yours, a small sigh of pleasure leaving him as he relishes in the now-intense aroma of chocolate.

"Warn an old man next time, will ya?"

From that day on, he starts calling you "chocolate". The pet name raises a few eyebrows here and there, but none of you are bothered by it. Not when you could tease him about his newly-found sweet tooth and he could lose himself in your delicate kisses.

Lieutenant Simon "Ghost" Riley - strawberries and cigarettes

There are times when he becomes a heavy smoker, sitting on the balcony of your shared apartment and burning through a pack in one day while his mind is mulling over the previous or the next mission

In times like those, he has nothing against your presence, secretly enjoying when you lay his head atop his shoulder and hug him from behind, but he always refuses to kiss you afterwards, arguing that the acrid taste of cigarettes would gross you out

It definitely doesn't- it is an integral part of him that you'd come to accept and love- and now you couldn't live without it

Until one evening, you opt to sit across him, leaning your hands on the balcony railing, while your eyes wander over the city lights. Over the course of your relationship with Simon, you had grown used to his long bouts of silence, becoming accustomed to all of his telltale signs: his left eyebrow would twitch when he doesn't like something, his right foot would continuously tap against the ground when he is distressed.

Three cigarettes in, and his foot is reenacting Radetzky's March. He is utterly unaware of the amused glances you steal at him

"Something the matter, love?" you ask him in a sweet tone, trying to pull off your most innocent face.

"'s nothing", he begins hesitantly, his voice rough from not using it. "…just a little cold, I guess"

You have to turn your head away from him and back to the city, a satisfied smirk spreading on your face. Simon might have been the deadliest operator the Special Forces have had in a long time, but deep down he was also a touch-starved man who found solace and peace in your arms

When the foot tapping does not stop, you struggle to school your face into a neutral expression and turn towards him, your eyes melting at the sight of his dishevelled blonde hair and furrowed brow. He sheepishly looks up in your direction, a silent plea dancing in his chocolate eyes.

You stand and approach him slowly, stopping only when your faces are inches apart. His half-burnt cigarette is forgotten in the ashtray, the remnants of smoke in his breath fanning over your face.

His eyes hold a hundred unanswered questions: did he do something to upset you, did you grow sick of him, can he do anything to get you back; but they are all silenced when you lean in further, placing a gentle and intimate kiss on his lips

The unexpected gesture sends shivers of pleasure down his spine and he has to take a moment before cupping your cheeks in his hands and kissing you back, the way you deserve to be kissed

You chuckle in his mouth before pecking both his eyes and forehead and returning to your original position, your head resting in the crook of his neck as your arms engulf him in a warm hug

He opens his mouth to scold you for kissing him when he is smoking. In his mind, it is almost like he is tainting your presence with the stale smell of smoked cigarettes. But as the words form on his lips, he hesitates, his mind struggling to acknowledge the foreign taste on his tongue

He turns to look at you with a confused look on his face. It was October so there could be no strawberries at the market and the freezer was empty as you had eaten all ice cream when you were on your period-

So why did he taste strawberries on your kiss?

"I may have found a lip gloss from high school", you eventually break the silence, blowing a huff of strawberry-scented air in his direction. "One I bought and swore to keep untouched until I found someone worth using it for!"

His thunderous laugh has you opening your mouth in shock. You could count on your fingers the number of times he'd laugh openly and without reserves

"Bloody hell, darling. You'll get me killed before smoking does! That thing must have been expired for years now!"

You shake your head in disbelief, faintly blushing at his words. You know he is teasing you, but that does not stop you from taking revenge as you start to plant messy pecks and kisses on his neck and cheeks. You eventually stop when your lips are once again inches apart from his, your breaths slowly mingling into a shared one

"Then I guess we are going down together"

Sergeant John "Soap" MacTavish - cherries and chapped lips

It all begins one cold morning when he leans in to kiss you goodbye before leaving for work

"Hold on! Johnny, you've got to do something about your chapped lips! You know what, let me get you a lip balm!"

He is quick to place a hand on your shoulder to stop you. His eyebrows are raised in disbelief and he has to do a double-take before words tumble out of his mouth

"Ain't no way I'm using such a thing, bonnie! Lip balms and such are made for wee lasses like you, not for demolition experts like me!"

You roll your eyes at his badly constructed argument and give him an unimpressed look when an idea pops into your mind.

"You stay right here, I'll be back in a jiffy!"

"What even is a jiffy?"

But you don't bother to answer as you head towards the bedroom, looking for the cherry-flavoured lip balm you bought specifically for the cold season. With precise movements, you apply a thick layer on your lips, smacking your lips to check if the cherry flavour is strong enough to linger. It fortunately is.

So you hurry into the hallway where Soap's waiting for you, hands on his hips as he angles his head in your direction. If he notices that your lips have just got shinier, he doesn't mention it

Instead, he leans in to properly kiss you goodbye this time, eyes comically widening when you deepen the kiss and make it last longer than usually

A small chuckle leaves his lips as you cup his cheeks in your hand and place a small kiss on the top of his nose

"How about we continue this when I come home?", he smiles at the ticklish sensation of your lips against his skin, the constant stinging of his own being forgotten for the moment

"Is that a promise, Sergeant?"

He has a hard time leaving home that day, the drive to the base being plagued by thoughts of you and how much you care for him. His lips have been chapped ever since spending the last two weeks on a mission that required him to be on constant watches in freezing temperatures. He eventually got used to it, the cracks and fissures becoming familiar from the countless times he dragged his tongue over lips, in a hopeless attempt to soothe the pain radiating from them

He does not realise that he is currently doing the same thing, his brain temporarily freezing as it detects a new, yet familiar aroma

Why do his lips taste like cherries?

He remains in the car, long after he's parked, his mind deep in thought as he runs his tongue over his lips once more, partially scared that he'll make the mysterious taste go away if he's too insistent. He does not see Ghost approaching his car from the back and actually flinches when he hears someone pounding on the window.

"D'you lock yourself in here, Johnny? The briefing's about to start in five and you haven't even geared up yet!"

"Bloody hell, you should really do something about your lips- they look like cracked desert earth or something…"

"Did not take you for a poet, L.T."

"Never said I was."

He is in the middle of the briefing when he figures out the source of the mystery taste. It all starts to make sense - the quick detour you had to take, the passionate kiss. He has to give it to you - you could do anything you put your mind to.

Because, besides the compelling taste, the chapstick you must have used started to have a soothing effect on his lips, the stinging becoming more bearable with every passing moment

He spends the rest of the day struggling to make the cherry flavour last longer, but it eventually fades out after he's forced to drink water. A small pout etches itself into his face and he starts to regret not listening to you.

The moment he comes home, he's in the bedroom, unscrewing the cap of every lip balm and smelling it before trying to place it back exactly as it was

You silently linger in the doorway, an amused smile creeping across your face as your fingers shift with the cherry-flavoured lip balm. Soap is so distracted by his covert operations task that he does not hear you trying to contain your chuckles.

"I believe you are looking for this?"

He is quick to snatch the small tube from your hands before bringing it closer to his nose and drawing a deep breath in. You shake your head in exasperation, a loud laugh escaping your lips as he clumsily tries to rub the chapstick across his lips.

"Love, you're doing it wrong! You might break it if you apply that much pressure!"

"Here, let me help you!"

Ends up insisting you order a batch just for him.

In just days, his lips go from cracked and fissured to soft and plump, perfect for the customary morning kiss

Sergeant Kyle "Gaz" Garrick - vanilla and stained teeth

Combat training is fun and games until you are paired up with someone like Ghost, Soap, or Gaz and get your ass handed to you

Lucky you, today Gaz is the person who slams your back on the hard mattress and pins your hands above your head, interlocking your feet with his

Your mind replays the steamy events of last night and you can't help but give him a suggestive smirk which is quickly followed by a toothy grin upon seeing the blush that spreads on his face

He shakes his head in disbelief, not letting go of your arms or feet. Instead, he leans forward, cocks his head and openly stares at you

"Darling, you've got lipstick on your teeth!"

You comically widen your eyes and try to bring your hands to your mouth, struggling to escape his firm grip, but to no avail.

"'m n't s'ppos'd to we'r lipstick 't w'rk", you try to mumble with your mouth closed while your tongue is running over your teeth, looking for any traces of lipstick.

"Ok, has it gone now?", you open your mouth and practically bar your teeth at him, frowning at his unreadable expression. "Gaz- you're scaring m-"

Before you finish your sentence, he smashes his lips against yours and it takes all you have not to whimper when you feel his tongue repeatedly swiping over your teeth

Once he breaks up the kiss, he makes a show of checking you up, his thumb slowly tracing the outline of your lips

"Yeah, I think I got it all…"

You roll your eyes at the shit-eating grin he's sporting as he runs his tongue over his lips and freezes, his jaw going slack

"Why am I tasting vanilla? Are you tasting vanilla?"

You try to give him an answer, but before being able to say a word, his lips are back on yours and he is kissing you hard and long, his hold remaining as firm as before

"Alright, lovebirds - go get a room before I cite you for public indecency!"

Upon hearing Captain Price, your combat instincts kick back in and you manage to push Gaz off of you, switching position, so that you are atop him, pinning him to the ground

"Sorry, Captain! We'll go back to training!", you call out to him, offering him an apologetic smile which he accepts with a subtle nod.

"Next time you wear that lipstick, let a man know!"

"It screams you need someone to kiss it better"

Reincarnated Simon who has trauma surrounding fires.

he can't pinpoint why, but every fire he sees he feels an overwhelming pit in his stomach. he needs to put it out or run away. he triple checks candles, sets matches and lighters in the kitchen sink before heading to bed.

if he's looking for a flat, he directly asks for no fireplace, no wood burning stoves.

keeps no gas cans even near his home and absolutely never carries lighters in his pocket. he even quietly stresses about Price's lighters, but he trusts his captain.

That’s Where I’m from, Sweetheart

Synopsis So I’ve been tinkering with southern reader and everyone’s favorite Scot.

cw: none? Maybe one mention of blood, talk of strip poker, some playful but still threatening language (all is fair in love and war guys), just a teensy eeensy bit suggestive (if you don’t wanna see it, just scroll by it’s that easy.)

Pairing: southern(texas/Georgia fusion inspired)!medic!reader x John "Soap" MacTavish

Author’s note: literally doing this as a test but if nobody likes it I’ll still repost it. Anyways all inspo and motivation comes from @glossythor

©️moonriseoverkyoto 2023. please do not steal, copy, plagiarize, translate, or repost any of my works without my permission. do not steal any elements of my theme without permission.

- Southern Medic!reader didn’t learn their tricks traditionally from med school, no in fact they aced their classes and almost graduated top of class.

- So when you were specifically invited to join the 141 in the field, you can imagine the look you received when you pulled up the flight deck in your low rise jeans, and a cowboy hat sitting on

- You can also imagine the peak curiosity you were going to withstand for the next few months on the mission

“Soap won’t be the only one with a tough accent around here anymore.” Announced Price as you walked into the room with a big smile only to be greeted by hardened eyes scanning you for your weaknesses and possible ulterior motives.

“hello everybody, I’ll be y’all’s medic for this trip. Believe me I’ve already heard all the western jokes, the hillbilly, and the redneck bullshit so can it for me okay everyone?” You spoke to the room with a gleaming grin that hid your boiling anxiety.

As the day proceeded on there was a tension stuck between your shoulders especially when you got placed between ghost and soap for the flight

“So what part are you from darlin?”

“The part where Mama doesn’t let you come home until the sun goes down and where you’re more likely to get kicked by a horse then learn the alphabet. That’s where I’m from sweetheart”.

- You never grow used to the look you receive from others as the team grows close to you. Nor do you ever live down the jokes and the constant harassment from the team to “get a room” with soap once your accents kick into high gear and his gaelish comes out.

- “dinnae be in any rush darlin, our captain isn’t bleeding out any faster than usual. I would hate to clipe to the rest of the group that you get slower when I come around.” The Scottish flirted with a wink as he dragged Price in one rainy day to base camp.

- “and I’d hate to hogtie you to a mustang and magically push my Nana’s spurs into it’s hide so you can eat shit for all the shit you talk, sweetheart.”

- “aye love if you did that, I’d let you just for the moment I’d be under you, even if it makes me boggin eejit being tied to the horse.”

Price’s grunt as you sprayed the wound stopped you both and the man spoke to you both with his look of surprise between you both.

- Soap definitely pulls you everywhere by your belt loops when you’re not in scrubs. Like I’m talking you’ll be doing something and just feel a tug before you’re face to face with your favorite (you don’t have favorites right :)? )

- the absolute one time you played strip poker, you whipped everyone’s asses and they’ve been begging to know your tricks since. You even had your cowboy hat on still by the end

- Soap who secretly goes weak at the knees hearing you say sweetheart but he would never admit how whipped you have him

-Soap who talks Ghost’s EAR off about you so much so that Ghost could win a jeopardy game about you

- Soap, the man who confesses by… well I’ll save that for another time

-Soap definitely is shitting bricks nervous to meet your family and actually makes your dad shit bricks instead when he sees your hunk of a boyfriend.

-Everyone turning their comms off once you say sweetheart because they know you’re just talking to Soap

-Soap sending everyone a video of you hogtying a pig, and winning first place at a rodeo held in your hometown over holiday one year

- now they actually get a little nervous when you start stomping around in your infirmary/makeshift medic tent talking about hogtying whoever who misplaced your special medical needle gifted to you from your nana/papa/mama/whoever you find special in your life

authors note again: Anyways I’m just gonna yk slip on past here. Lmk if there’s anything that offends you or anything I should improve as I’m still super new to writing fanfiction (so much harder than literature analysis or film writing) I loved doing this and I hope I can do more!

My requests are open and I love writing these as a emotional release

reading as much fanfic and background lore posts about COD men and calling it research for my country au bc I’m new to the fandom

Ghosts in the family

Synopsis - aka all the times The Riley siblings have talked about eachother, and all the times Soap should’ve connected the dots but didn’t see the constellation.

cw/tags - MDNI 18+ making out, grinding, no piv or smut guys sorry, swearing, mentions of female anatomy, military inaccuracies, fanon versions of cod characters, threats, mild violence, mentions of guns, innuendos, etc. you’re dealing with grown men in the military that is your warning

Pairing - Johnny “Soap” MacTavish x Afab!Riley!Reader, John Price x Riley!Reader (Platonic)

Author's note - Soap is about 26, Reader is 24, Tommy is the name of Simon’s canon younger brother who later scares him with masks and anyways, just beware of that background. Pt.2 of this au, just this just shits and giggles background for later bc I dont know how to flesh out that cliffhanger I left in my Drabble, see you at the bottom! - Moon

Requests are open!

© moonriseoverkyoto 2023. please do not steal, copy, plagiarize, translate, or repost any of my works without my permission. do not steal any elements of my theme without permission.

1. Simon knew that Johnny’s intention wasn’t to piss him off, but yet he still managed to feel a migraine pool behind his eyes. All day, every mission just asking question after question. Simon wondered if this is what it was like to have a stable home. All he had was you from day one his baby sister. His lips jerk upward before he cuts off the muscle reflex of what we know as a smile. He’d rather keel over and die than let Johnny see his eyes krinkle.

“I have a sister.” He grumbles. Everyone in the truck goes silent. Johnny’s jokes stop, Gaz smirks to himself, even Price manages to watch through the rearview mirror.

“Really? And you waited so long to tell me. Oh my god what’s the like. Oh is she pretty- wait don’t answer that, that’s weird if you agree…” Simon sighs to himself as he tunes out Johnny again. Oh he wishes holiday would come faster.

2. Holiday was tough. Even worse was being stuck alone over holiday break because your only family was stuck in an operation. Especially since you just got the news after putting up Christmas decoration.

“Really Simon? I got football on the telly, your presents are all wrapped” you whined. Simon grinned under his balaclava, oh how he wished he could be there to receive your annual gag gift.

“I know I know I know, assignment came late and everyone else has families to go home to so I just suggested myself-“ he tried to calm you down knowing this would only add gasoline.

“Dammit Si, I’m your family too! Im gonna give you a new buzz cut when you get home at the rate you’re going with all these sudden plans.” Your voice cracked at his name, you know he didn’t mean to break your heart. But Simon couldn’t bare to see Johnny, Price, or Gaz not go home to their big happy families.

“Yeah I know. Im yer brother. No getting out of that one.” He said. “Why don’t you stay with Price again this year. You know he loves you around”

“Because he is the only friend of yours that I’ve met-“

“Yeah you’ll meet the guys someday. promise.”

“Maybe for this holiday present?”

“Maybe.“

“yeah yeah yeah. I love you Si”

“Love you too, and I hope that second date of yours goes well this Friday” oh if only he knew how well that date went with your mysterious Scottish man.

3. “I thought you said you don’t kiss on the second date” Johnny grinned into your lips. Your hands all in his hair.

“Only if they don’t show promise” you remarked back. You could feel his bulge grinding through your pants in the back of this telephone booth. A soft groan leaving his lips as Johnny responded

“Oh so I show promise.” You could practically hear the grin as his lips trailed down your jaw and neck, the slight friction of his scruff following as he moved aside your dogtags.

“Yeah promise that if you don’t hush up, you won’t be getting anything” you quipped back as equally as smug

“Thought you were gonna call that brother of yers” he slurred back as he smelled your perfume. The man practically drooling as your nails trailed down his neck scratching. If he had a tail it’d be whipping the air. A whimper passing through the air as his bulge caught the right part of your fabric rubbing your clit in a delightful direction

“he can wait, I have something else to call for now” you said as you opened the door of the telephone booth and whistled (or yelled if you can’t) as loud as you could do to call a taxi. Johnny had a light in his eye that he never thought would spark until he met you.

Soon you would find out later that Simon actually COULD wait and he did, 12 whole hours he stayed up staring at your apartment door to be let in - fresh on holiday too. Maybe being motormouth’d by Johnny into the window of a hummer didn’t sound so bad now

4. Simon kept a photo of you and him in his pocket everywhere that you went. I mean everywhere. No matter the place. And a lighter too incase he was captured by enemies so as to not compromise his location. But it was a photo from a holiday in France. You were both pillow fighting in the bed. Messy hair, toothless grins, back when Mummy was alive and Daddy hadn’t shown his true colors. Tommy took that picture,. Simon holds it to remind him what he’s fighting for.

“Oh is that yer little sister, she’s missin a few teeth there” Johnny grins looking over the sniper’s shoulder.

“You’re about to miss some bones if you ask about my sister again” Simon growls. fuck. Johnny is the last person he needs around his sister. It’s not like Johnny was a womanizer - he was the opposite. Johnny was perfection. He was from a happy home, a stable home, a place where you wouldn’t have to remember what happened at that old house. It scared Simon to death imagining you forgetting about him. Then he’d really be alone.

“She must’ve gotten the good genes.” Gaz pipes into the coms, what an instigator.

“Wonder what she looks like in jeans” Soap hummed as he cleaned out his gun.

Ghost hummed to himself as he secretly folded up the photo and put it right back in the pocket over his heart. Maybe you could wait another year before meeting them.

Authors note - I made a part 2, this is unedited. Im so tired. I will flesh more of this out before I take another break I promise!! Xoxo - Moon

Random König Headcannons

A/n: Guess whos been playing Cod, yeah I'm not sorry, also happy pride!!

Synopsis: Just some random headcannons I thought of, reader mentioned

Has let you attempt to paint his nails but couldn't keep the polish on because he chews his nails to much so he eventually just gave up on trying to have painted nails all together

He overthinks everything, every little interaction he has so to avoid this anxious feeling he keeps interactions short and sweet, which can make him seem cold in distant in contrast

Has such a guttural, breathy laugh, not many people have seen him laugh so consider yourself a lucky few, in public he want even chuckle but in private he's the loudest person in the room, his laugh bounces off the walls and fills the room

He's the type of person who slaps his knee or your back when he laughs

He's one of those people that's always warm, no matter where he is or what the temperature is he just radiates heat some how

Has rough, calloused skin. His skin feels like leather, almost every inch of his body is littered in scars

Is not very outward about his interests or beliefs in fear of being judged or cast away in some way so mostly keeps to himself, but if you have ask him personally how he feels about something he can feel a genuine smile creep up onto his face, though you can't see it because of his hood, he's grateful

Fidgets a lot when he's nervous, he's good at masking his emotions, he learned how to cover up stress as hes worked in the military, but physically he can't contain himself, he'll tap his foot, or scratch his arms until their red, but if you ever ask him about it he'll snap at you

Enjoys lazy mornings the most, when he wakes up first, and starts his day with a cup of coffee and no one to bother him

He enjoys hiking a lot and has invited you to join him on several occasions, something about being surrounded by the serenity of the lush green forest and gentle sway of the breeze calms him

Gonna post some Ghostface fluff after this

Daisy Chain

A/n: While I work on Atsv requests please enjoy some Konig fluff that I wrote impulsively at two in the morning

Summary: You want to know why KorTacs operator won't stop staring at you but today you finally had the courage to talk to him

Pairing: Konig and Gn Reader (Fluff, I don't know if the ending is that great but I tried)

You couldn’t help but feel a piercing stare burning holes through your head as you tirelessly scrubbed the dirt and dust that clung to the cold metal of your rifle, every movement you made began judged and evaluated by the brooding Austrian.

Sweat clung to your forehead as the sun continued to beat down on you, and his stare only made you more sweaty. 

He always sat alone, his presence seemed to be enough to clear any area of beating hearts that wanted to remain beating, soldiers steered clear of him, and you did too, until today.

He loomed on the bench his gaze unwavering, from your small frame. You glanced to him every now and then but you didn’t allow yourself to linger.

But every move you made felt stiff, you felt suffocated, like the breeze that blew softly against exposed skin, didn’t fully reach your lungs only filling them with gentle, shaky breaths, it was too much. 

You sighed, your body tensed as you slid off the wooden bench, your thundering boots pounding clouds of dirt from the dry earth as you walked to the soldier, it was almost endearing how he tried to avert his gaze as if he hadn’t been shamelessly staring at you a few moments ago.

Your heart rattled in your chest as you stopped in front of the stoic man, his large stature intimidating even as he sat, he looked out over the green field that surrounded the patch of dry land that you stood upon.

“Hey.” you said hushed, your voice shook as you spoke but you only prayed he wouldn’t notice, it took everything in you to not run away right then, while you still had the chance, you had seen this man in battle, you had watched him break men over his knee like they were mere twigs, who knows what he would do if you managed to piss him off.

The man's sharp eyes darted back at you briefly, like he expected you to disappear any moment, but when he shifted his gaze to see you standing still before him he lifted a brow before turning his full attention to you. Not a word leaving his lips as an unbearable silence stretched on.

You inspected the man in front of you, you had never been this close to him before, he smelled like the outside, he had a musk of rich soil, an overwhelming earthy tone, with a soft whisk of rust.

You stared at his chest trying to not make it obvious that you were practically drinking in his appearance, his large figure was covered head to toe concealing every inch of skin that could possibly be exposed to the world, his dark hood draping down past his shoulders.

The red bleach marks that plastered onto the dark fabric smudged down his face like crimson tears, the slots carved into his mask bored into you, but from the sea of black paint that smeared his hidden flesh two beautiful orbs of blue stared back at you, they looked like cloudless skies of blue, you found yourself lost in them. 

And the words seemed to bubble up leaving your lips before you were able to stop them.

“You have…pretty eyes.” you stuttered out awkwardly, avoiding his gaze as you stiffened at your own words, the shifted at your sudden praise, an amused smile crept up under his mask as he looked at you, silence lingered before he spoke up 

“Thanks.” his voice was low yet it held a velvety tone to it, his accent flowing with each word. From how he spoke you couldn’t gauge whether he appreciated the comment about his eyes and that level of uncertainty left a feeling of dread bubbling up inside your chest. Yet you persisted.

“You must be Konig.” you said, your tone seemed confident with your assumption as you held his firm gaze. 

The Austrian nodded, his large hands moving to rest on his rifle, the movement was small and subtle, but it was a simple gesture that said a lot to you.

You felt yourself stiffen, the air suddenly felt too thick to breathe as you stood there, you felt his eyes hunting you. You needed to diverge his attention. With a shaky breath, you managed a smile as you spoke

“I’ve heard a lot about you.” you stuttered out, to this Konig paused his steady movements, his brows furrowing, but you couldn’t tell at what it was. His eyes seemed to soften, but a hint of caution still swirled in his pupils, his shoulders fell with a huff.

“Really?” he muttered, his tone seemed to contain a touch of surprise, the sound was strangely pleasing to hear from the distant man.

You nodded softly

“You're the big Austrian everyone finds so intimidating.” you spoke lowly, but you felt a wave of panic flood through you as you noticed Konigs eyes narrowing, quickly you tried to think of something to add

“But uh, I’ve also heard you're quite tall.” you chuckled nervously. The soldier's brow raised as he glanced down from his towering height, seeming to straighten himself out at your comment, which only increased his size as he offered you a slow nod.

“I am.” he said flatly, the words seemed to linger in the dense atmosphere that surrounded you two. You felt my foot tapping anxiously with the settling silence, so you spoke up again, trying to keep the flow of conversation.

“How tall exactly?” you whispered curiously glancing up to the big man. 

“Six foot ten.” he huffed his chest out a bit at the answer, sounding a bit prideful about it, speaking with more confidence than he had before. Your eyes widened at his answer

“Damn.” was all you could think to sputter out, Koing nodded approvingly with a deep hum echoed from the base of his chest. 

“Tallest of my unit.” he spoke, though it wasn’t boastful, he stated it as the simple truth, and you believed him, he was certainly taller than most. 

“I’d believe it.” you chuckled, felt yourself begin to loosen up around Konig, and even he himself seemed to be more open with engaging in conversation than he was before. 

“How tall are you?” he mused with a pointing finger as he crossed his arms over his chest leaning back on the wooden bench slightly. At this question you felt you shrink into yourself more as fiddled with my hands awkwardly.

“Well uh.” you trailed off hoping he would get the memo, but this only seemed to intrigue the soldier as he leaned in curiously. 

“Yes?” he pressed, encouraging you to continue. You glanced away

“About five three.” You sighed, heat rising to your cheeks as you felt his eyes glued to you as you spoke, for some reason now more than ever you felt all eyes on you.

He tilted his head to the side as he leaned back, his eyes seemed to glow at your answer, a softness to them that only drew you to him, he seemed to smile with his eyes, it left your heart stuttering in your chest, you found it attractive.

No, you gently shook the thought from your head, you couldn’t be thinking these things about him, you scolded yourself. But Konigs heavy voice steered you from your thoughts.

“A lot smaller than me.” you could practically hear the smile in his voice, at this you felt the corners of your mouth tug into a smile as well, you snorted softly.

“Yeah, well I’m sure most people are to you.” you teased, the comment felt so natural, like you were talking to an old friend, a comfortable feeling stirring in you that you would have never guessed you could feel around this man, you couldn’t help but feel a rush of excitement at your progress with prying the cold man open.

But that wasn’t even the best part, with your comment Konig let out a deep, hearty, booming sound, it was like nothing you had heard before, it rattled in his chest before it died out slowly and he returned his warm gaze to you.

“True.” he said simply, but his eyes didn’t glance away from you, he looked deeper into your eyes as if searching for something. 

“You must be brave to approach me.” he quipped, to this you raised your brow in confusion.

“Really? Why is that?” you asked, he crossed his leg over his knee as hummed in thought

“Most people tend to avoid me all together, as you said they find me too intimidating to approach.” he said, his eyes drifting across the greenfield to his right, as he thought. You felt a pang of guilt wrenching up your stomach, you didn’t mean it like that. 

“Yet you seem to do that easily, even going as far to say that I’m ‘pretty’ “ he recited your words, amusement dripping from his low tone as he looked at you. You smiled at his comment as you nodded.

“Because you are, you have beautiful blue eyes.” you grinned feeling comfortable enough to speak your opinions to him

“And a wonderful laugh.” you added, your smile stretching across your face as you spoke. With this the Austrian didn’t reply, he turned his head to stare back over the field baking in the golden sunlight of the afternoon, he himself began to feel a bit hot, but it was because of the heat, right? He felt his cheeks bitten with a soft red, he sighed at your words. 

“You're a flirt.” he groaned, his pale eyes meeting yours once again. You chuckled at his comment, your face lighting up in a way Konig hadn’t seen before.

“Or maybe I’m just honest.” you shot back playfully

“Why not both?” he challenged, he couldn’t remember the last time he felt this comfortable around someone, but he just wanted to bask in this feeling. 

“You make a good point.” you say as you sit down in front of him, the dust that sat among the soft splotches of grass settled under your weight. The soldier felt a feeling of admiration bubbled up in his chest, it was an addicting feeling something he wasn’t used to in the slightest.

“I like you.” he said softly, his voice sailing through the air light enough for only you to hear, with this you couldn’t conceal the blush that made its way to your sun kissed skin as you smiled.

“I like you too.”  

His eyes seemed widened in surprise at your response, as if he hadn’t been anticipating that at all, your brows furrowed at his confusion.

“Really?” he hummed lowly, as if testing the waters. He wasn’t used to people enjoying his company, or, better yet, him enjoying theirs

“Well yeah, you think I spend this much time with people I don’t like at least a little bit.” you chuckled, but you did not like Konig a little bit, you liked him a lot.

You couldn’t help but let out a yelp of surprise as the Austrians face was suddenly in front of yours inches away as he leaned down to you from the bench, you felt the air in your lungs cease to leave your quivering lips, you could feel his warm breath brush against your skin, the feeling sent a shiver up your spine. 

“I really like you.” he hushed into your into ear, the sound was so deep, so rich, you felt your heart stutter in your chest as he pulled away a proud look in his blue eyes as you chuckled 

“Now who's the flirt?” You teased trying to take the attention off your flustered state the large man let out a gravely laugh 

“Me? Definitely.” he chirped, you grinned looking at him with admiration as your hands mindlessly wandered the patches of grass beneath, plucking a daisy from the mellow earth you poked a hole through the stem, picking another daisy as you slid it through the hole.

The action seemed to come so natural to you Konig watched curiously, as your skillful hands gently held the flowers, you noticed his straying gaze with a smile. 

“Do you want me to teach you?” you asked lowly, as Konigs eyes widened before he hummed thoughtfully as he slipped down from the bench, you could see his muscular figure shifting from under his uniforms layers, you averted your gaze away trying not to stare, as he sat next to you patiently waiting as he picked two small flowers of his own.

You awkwardly cleared your throat as you grabbed two more daisies for your demonstration. 

“So you take the first flower and poke a small hole through the stem.” explained as Konig mirrored your quick, yet gentle hands, as you pushed the second daisy through, he fell silent and it seemed as though all he could focus on were your hands, at his silence you felt yourself grow slightly anxious. 

“Did you get the second part?” you asked, turning your attention to him, he hummed lowly as he offered his palms to you displaying the fragile chain that he clutched delicately in his large hands.

You couldn’t help but smile, watching this trained assassin of sort, sit on the grass with you as docile as a kitten as he entertained your ideas of making silly flower chains.  

“Great! Now you just repeat that.” you said mindlessly as you worked on your own, Konig let out a breathy chuckle at your words 

“I got that.” he snickered at your directions which led you to feel a little bit dumb at the simple instructions you had given him.

“Yeah, right.” You muttered, you glanced back to your daisy chain, as it seemed everything had been silently, the soft summer sun creeped carefully up your back clinging to your hunched over figure like a blanket of warmth had been draped over your sweating figure, the breeze hushing and whispering to you as the grass swayed lazily in reply, the sound of crickets buzzing in the distance rang in your ears.

And Konig, his watery gaze lingering on your soft lips, you noticed but this time he didn’t flinch away instead he leaned in and you couldn’t help but gasp at the feeling, his hooded face inches from your, you could practically feel his hot breath grazing your lips, you felt your gaze locked on his.

He now hovered over you almost straddling you, as he caged you in his strong arms, you felt dizzy begin this close to him, like an hunted animal. His eyes flickered from your eyes to your lips. 

“Can I…?” he was interrupted by the sound of a soldier calling out to him from behind, he let out a soft groan as he pulled away. Raising from the ground with an irritated groan, you couldn’t help but feel disappointed as he pulled away 

“Captain wants to see you.'' The soldier spoke quickly, his eyes not leaving the field in front of him as if he was scared of Konigs now narrowed gaze.

He tilted his head with a grunt and that seemed to be enough for the soldier to give a frantic nod before scampering away, you couldn’t help but frown as Konig sighed, turning to you as he squatted down leaning into your ear as he spoke.

“We'll finish this later.” 

And you couldn’t help but feel like that was a promise.

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I love him sm 😩