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Random 141 + Konig incorrect quote based on a video I saw :D
Price: walking in to find Ghost burning aroma sticks

Price: uhhh what are you doing?
Ghost: doing a sage burning ritual to clear the base of demons
Konig, while coughing and wheezing in the ground: FUCK YOU *cough* I HAVE *cough* *cough* ASTHMA YOU *cough* WHORE
Price: ….
Ghost: It’s working
Price: hey, can you hand me the remote?
Nikolai: moves said remote farther away
my little princesses <3
“be careful who you trust, sergeant. people you know can hurt you the most.”
simon ‘ghost’ riley moodboard
OMG HII I'M A NEW FOLLOWER AND I LOVE YOUR WORK!! May I please ask for HCs or a one shot of Ghost with his s/o being self conscious/ashamed (YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN LOL) about squirting so much that he AND the bed got soaked?? THANK YOU SO MUCH MANY KISSIES MUAH 💋💖
Ghost & König w/ an S/O who is Self Conscious about Squirting a Lot
Warnings: 18+, Sexual Content, Heavy Implications of Smut, Squirting, Insecurity, Embarrassment, Dom Ghost, Dom König, Unprotected Sex, Profanity, etc.
Ghost:
First time it happened, Ghost couldn’t quite believe his eyes.
He just stared down at where his hand connected with your cunt, your cum spattered across his arm, reaching all the way up to his elbow.
The sheets below you were covered, too, a heavy downpour of your juices coating them, soaking them.
“Fuckin’ Hell,” Ghost rasped, licking his lips.
You lay wide-eyed and stationery beneath him, chest heaving with the coat tails of your orgasm.
You’d never done that before.
And the fact that Ghost only looked upon you with a heavy gaze did nothing to soothe your nerves - did nothing to reassure you that what had just happened was normal. Or appreciated.
Sweat-skinned and face flushed with embarrassment, you tried to withdraw, to cover yourself and hide from Ghost’s dark eyes.
They were unreadable. Void of anything discernable.
Before you could pull the soaked bed sheets over you, Simon’s hand tore it from yours.
“Oh no, Princess,” he said. The corners of his lips turned up, not a smile, but one of its off-colour variants, one that spelled devious.
“I’m not lettin’ you go until you’ve covered me.”
Your eyes almost popped out of your head, face burning. You tried to object.
“You…you don’t think it’s weird?” you said, testing. Receding. “I-I don’t think I can do it again–”
“Let me put it this way,” Ghost began. He pumped his fingers into you, four strong, making you squeal, sensitive from your orgasm. He began unbuckling his belt with his other hand.
“We’re not stopping ‘til you do.”
König:
König didn’t stop pummeling into you until you’d finished.
And, upon doing so, your orgasm tearing through you, you ended up spraying.
Hard.
König felt your warm cum shoot against his abdomen, coating him in a thin layer of you.
You noticed, but your mind was far too hazy with the after effects of your high to register it properly.
König finished inside you shortly after, unable to contain himself any longer.
He flooded you, painting your insides white, much how you’d painted him.
Minutes passed, your conjoined, deep breathing filling the silence.
Head somewhat clearer, giving way to distinguishable thoughts, you looked down at König.
He was, simply put, wet.
Not damp, not moist - wet.
And then, the memory hit you.
Your heart sank.
“König…?” you said, voice meek. You watched his chest and shoulders heave, with him bent over you like a bridge, eyes screwed shut.
You went to call his name again, but his lips on yours stopped you.
Between laboured breaths, he muttered dark words into your skin as if they were incantations.
“Why did you hide this from me?” he said, breathless.
You blinked, confused.
“Wha–”
“You thought you could keep this little trick of yours a secret from me.”
He said it as if it were true. The actual truth was that you’d never done that before; not with König, not with anyone.
“I should punish you,” he said, retracting only to roll his hips against yours.
You gasped, a shock of painful euphoria tightening inside you.
“I can make you do it again,” he said. There was no mercy in his eyes. No negotiation.
“And I will.”
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Tism, but military propaganda
Task force 141 x Autistic!Gn!Reader Warnings: None really A/N: I feel like theres a good chunk of the cod fandom is people who saw the mw2 remake and heard "A new hand touches the beacon". But with a special interest y'know, anyways shout out the the autistic propaganda enjoyers, I love y'all. John Price
Once you tell Price, he had to do a lot of research. He knew autism existed and you would have sensory needs because of it, but that was about it.
He goes through his entire house to make sure you'd be comfortable in it (When he learned how certain fabrics make you feel he found any he had in his house and chucked them in the bin.)
Horrible at remembering information and lore about your special interest(s), that doesn't mean he doesn't try though.
Every time you start talking about it Price stops what he's doing if he can and listens to you and asks questions even if it's a very niche topic.
Sometimes when he has a stack of paperwork to do he'll ask you to talk to him about it because he knows it makes you happy and he loves your voice.
When he can, Price will stock up on all of your safe foods so even while he's deployed you'll have a little stash to eat. When his missions last months on end don't be surprised if you find "random" packages of your safe foods and snacks at your doorstep.
If or when you both move in together, you have free rein to make the house perfect for your needs.
Posters, figures or stuffies you want to put around the house because they make you happy? Weird little thing you picked up on a whim that looks a little questionable? Copious amounts of little trinkets?
Put them anywhere you'd like.
Tell him offhandedly one day about how much you despise the overhead lights in rooms Price is already asking your opinions on different small lamps.
Doesn't completely understand what stimming is but he's supportive. He buys you any fidget toys, chew-able things or anything of the like if you want them.
He'll be a little concerned if you vocal stim a lot but tell him it's a normal thing and he'll just say "Oh, alright"
The second you start getting overstimulated or just done with being in public, Price already has his keys out. If your not happy he's not happy, if he can you'll find yourself out of that situation and going home in record timing. Simon 'Ghost' Riley
Lets be honest, Ghost is too.
When you tell him he gives you a thumbs up and asks what some of your sensory needs are.
His special interest is anything knives, so if yours is anything related to knives you're in luck. One of the only times he'll be extremely talkative is if you ask him about them.
For the most part though, Ghost prefers to listen to you talk about what you like. He likes listening to your voice, it calms him down.
If you see some merch of something you really love, or a stuffed animal of your favorite animal he'll not-so-discreetly use his military money to good use.
Not only is Ghost extremely good at listening to you talk about your special interest(s), but he has a weirdly good memory when it comes to it as well.
He could forget what he had for breakfast but he could repeat that fun fact you told him a week ago word for word.
Not great at cooking, actually pretty bad at it, but if he can find a recipe on a dish that you love he'll make sure that it's cooked perfectly to how you like it. Just for you.
Ghost understands how hard it can be to de-mask, both literally and mentally, and he still struggles sometimes on what is him and what is his mask. So if you start trying to learn to de-mask more he'll be extremely supportive.
If you ever go non-verbal around him, Ghost would not care at all (In a good way)
Most likely already knows BSL if you want to sign with him, otherwise he doesn't mind trying to find a way to communicate.
Chances are if you start getting over stimulated or uncomfortable somewhere, he doesn't want to be there either so he'll be happy to just up and leave. If you're too nervous to excuse yourself, he'll bluntly tell whoever is there that you're both leaving and do just that.
Ghost doesn't stim a lot but he loves when you do. He sees it as you feeling safe and comfortable enough around him that you're open with your expression.
When he goes on deployment, he always leaves some little trinket he knows you'll love on the kitchen counter for you to find
Usually it's a new fidget, something related to your special interest, or something skull related
He always feels so happy when he sees or hears you stimming around him in any way, it just reminds him how he loves you. Kyle 'Gaz' Garrick
The king of making sure all your needs are met
Also, amazing communication skills, he always makes sure to check in with you to see how you're doing throughout the day
If you let him, he'll host little 'slumber parties' where he'll gather a bunch of snacks, blankets and let you pick a show/movie for you both to watch.
Bonus points if it's something you've seen a million times before, he loves when you know little tid-bits about your favorite movies
Loves listening to you talk about any special interest you may have
He's a curious lad so expect him to ask a lot of questions about everything
Off topic, Gaz makes really good french toast.
Gaz is really good at memorizing the brands you like, he absolutely refuses to buy you a different brand without consulting you first.
"Angel, they're out of the normal one, should I get something else or forget it?"
Researches your special interest(s), especially if it's really niche or taboo, so he can keep up with you
If he sees anything with your special interest on it he'll buy it without a thought if you don't stop him
He finds any of your stimming adorable
If you own any chelwery/things to chew on he'd get interested and buy one for himself
Absentmindedly gnaws on it when he's doing something mundane, not a big fan of how much it makes him salivate though
If you get overstimulated when you're both out and about Gaz would find a quiet and secluded area for you both to take a break at.
If you tell him you just want to head home he won't judge you, he'd do anything to make sure you're happy and comfortable John 'Soap' Mactavish
*Cough* diagnosed ADHD *cough*
Will spend 30 minutes looking at two different brands of one of your safe food trying to remember which is the 'good' one
He ended up having to call you after he started convincing himself you didn't even like the food
Heard you joking about liking sharks once and now he buys everything shark themed he saw
100% will talk to people if you don't want to/feel uncomfortable talking
Will also punch someone if they make fun of your autistic traits within 50 miles of him
He'll trade facts about your special interests for facts about different explosives
Soap would try to teach you how to make a bomb
Soap would deny ever trying to teach you how to make a bomb
Soap would high five you if you ever "somehow" learned how to make a bomb and then blew something up with it
If you don't like overhead lights because they're icky he'll replace all of the normal lights in the house with disco bulbs
Can't fold like a wet tissue to bright lights if you're too busy boogieing
Usually hates doing dishes by hand because of, ironically, the soap
But if it comes down to it and you cringe at the mere thought of touching wet food, he'd happily wash dishes in your honor
He knows that he can be pretty loud so when he's around you he'll make a conscious effort to be a little quieter
Painfully oblivious most of the time so if you start to get overstimulated and need to leave someplace, you’ll probably have to point blank tell him
Once you do though you're both out of there
Soap does everything short of picking you up and sprinting to the exit
--------------- Hope this was good, please don't steal this and reposts are appreciated. Thanks for readin'
Its scary as hell but wow- i am liking this, pretty sure this could be a nice podcast series too with em telling details of what had gone down. Im drinking this so much, imagine the amount of good episodes too🤧🍵
You know those buzzfeed unsolved series where they talk about crime? Yeah, that. Would watch or listen to all the stories Reader has to tell✌️
Is it strange that i'm willing to listen tho?? Eh¯\_(ツ)_/¯
A fate worse than death, part two
Summary:The rest of the time find out what happen to you and the others
Type:Scenario: 141 + Los Vaqueros X M!Reader
Version:Mw2
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Gaz was trying to get it out of Price about what happened while Soap was helping Rudy get Alejandro to the medic and Ghost was sitting in his room thinking. And you were no where to be seen.
"Come on cap, tell me what happened"
Gaz and Price were headed towards the Kitchen, and Price was getting alittle annoyed with Gaz.
"No Gaz"
Gaz didn't know what happened so he didn't know how it still affected Price in ways he's never been affected before. When they reached the kitchen there were two newer recruits talking, they have been in the military before and actually worked alongside of you for quite some time but they were new to 141. When Gaz and Price sat down Gaz was just staring at him trying to get it out of him, just silently this time. But now Gaz could see how the captain was still alittle shaky from early.
"Yeah he's crazy man, one time he used his sledgehammer and bushed his way up to someone's head, hitting every spot."
One of the new recruits said. Gaz stopped looking at Price, turning his head slow enough for it to creak. Gaz was horrified with what he just heard.
"Damn, that is crazy"
The other recruit said like it was a normal thing. But then again you are named death after all.
"Wait, wait a second. Who are you talking about?"
Gaz asked still in complete shock. The recruits looked at him alittle confused.
"Death? You know y/n?"
Gaz looked at Price then back to the recruits quiet. He couldn't believe it, no. He refused to believe it. You were one of the nicest people, yeah you scared alot of the people on the team but he never seen why.
"Are...are you serious?"
The recruits nodded. Gaz was shocked, far beyond shocked. Like yeah your code name is death, but he never took it seriously. You? Brutally kill a guy? He couldn't believe it.
"Yeah, actually funny thing I heard one day that apparently he stabbed someone multiple times, and while they were still alive he shoved a smoke bomb down their throat and the smoke spewed out of the holes he made in them"
Price was still silent.
~Off to Soap~
Putting Alejandro on the bed in the medic room, Soap looked at Rudy worried.
"What happened?"
Rudy looked at Soap with a face that basically said 'I don't wanna talk about it'. Soap couldn't see what happened so he was clueless to what you did. Alejandro looked up at Soap.
"Wanna know what happened? It was death, that's what"
Alejandro stopped to cough abit. Letting out a disgusted sound.
"He was crazy, he beat the shit out of a shadow before bashing his hea in. I....I couldn't watch"
Alejandro looked down, ashamed, disturbed, disgusted. Soap chuckled abit, but by the looked of Rudy and Alejandro he knew they were serious.
"Wait? Y/n? Are you serious?"
Alejandro nodded, Rudy just looked away. Soap stood there silent, taking it all in. Before Rudy spoke.
"The captain was horrified"
~On to Ghost~
Throwing a ball up and down he thought to himself, 'what happened when the shadows head dropped?' That's all he could think about. One second the shadow had a gun pointed at someone, and the next second that someone hit the shadow in the head with the gun causing him to disappear from all the snipers view. Not that Gaz and Soap were paying attention. Ghost could see Price's horrified reaction, the look of pure shook and disgust in Rudy's face, and Alejandro start throwing up, violently. It dawned on Ghost that he could always ask you, or go back to see what you did. He'd rather ask you. Getting up Ghost went to find you. When he did he grabbed your shoulder, causing you to turn around.
"Sir, what did you do to that shadow?"
The devilish smile on your face told Ghost, it wasn't pretty.
~The story of what did, from all their perspectives~
Price looked at Gaz, and signed.
"He...The moment he had a open window he grabbed the gun, smacking the shadow in the face with it"
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Rudy, gulped, and Alejandro glared at the ground.
"He crushed the guys cheek bone, so bad you could hear it crack all the way over by us"
-
You grabbed Ghost's hand and leaned in.
"I bashed that bastards head until be fell to the ground, he, I could alright see the blood dripping from his head.
-
Gaz listened carefully, leaning in he didn't want to miss any details.
-
Soap stayed quiet, not wanting to accidentally interrupt.
-
Ghost shivered slightly at how you spoke, it was creepy. Almost inhuman
-.
Price looked back at the table, in thought.
"Taking the gun, he didn't kill the man. No he did worse"
Gaz carefully got up, to make him and Price a cup of tea.
-
Rudy looked Soap in the eye, now stern.
"He continuously hit the guys thigns until they bleed no more"
Soap started to get nervous, just the thought of getting your thighs bashed in with a steel gun made his thigns tingle slightly.
-
You leaned back alittle seeing the discomfort in Ghost's eyes.
"He was screaming so loud, if was like music to my ears. As I watched his legs turn to mushy flesh infront of my very in eyes"
Ghost stepped back abit, now more cautious due to your creepy and low chuckling.
-
Price nervously messed with his fingers.
"He didn't stop beating his legs in until you could see the shadows nerves and veins sticking to the beaten muscle, that....ugh"
Price groaned at the thought of what you did, as Gaz listened getting uncomfortable himself from the way Price was unsettled.
-
Alejandro groaned loudly and stood up.
"He was like a senseless beast, when he turned around to look at us he bent in a way he shouldn't."
Alejandro practically yelled as Rudy nodded, Soaps full attention now on Alejandro. Soap was a tad bit uncomfortable, he's never seen Alejandro this freaked out over something. Neither has Rudy.
-
You stepped closer as Ghkst stepped backwards
"He begged begged me to not kill him, so I yanked him by the hair and asked him 'how?'"
Ghost has never felt this way around someone before, he didn't like it
-
Price looked you at Gaz seeing him making the finally touches in the tea.
"After he dropped his head, death was gonna stomp on his head, he was gonna kill him."
Gaz nodded and brought Price his tea. Recruits still standing there, listening.
-
Alejandro walked around the room to try and get the unsettling feeling out of him. As Rudy continued to inform Soap about what happened.
"He didn't get a chance to crush his head actually, the shadow stabbed the bottom of his foot causing him to jump back."
Soap thought that was the end and let out a sign of relief.
-
You grabbed Ghost by his mask and pulled him to you. Having the same devilish smirk you started with.
"He tried to get away Ghost, he tried so hard but I wouldn't let him, I stabbed him with the knife he stabbed me with."
Ghost was about to pull away but remembered, it'd be useless you'd only pull him back. He knows you get to worked up in telling a story.
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Price nervously took a sip of tea, staring down at it as it swirled with the steam.
"He-....He used the knife to stab between his shoulder blades....before cutting his back open, all the way down to his lower back."
Gaz almost choked on his tea when he heard that. He pictured it to well, the thought made him wanna run away from this conversation.
-
Rudy looked down, legs and arms shaking slightly. Soap took notice of this.
"Y/n...he grabbed the sides of open flesh, and, oh my god... he ripped the shadow open like he was nothing."
Soap took a step back, horrified by what he heard. How, no, why? Why would you do that.
-
You pulled Ghost closer, now whispering in his ear, likely to keep this part a secret.
"I wanted to do worse Ghost, but instead I broke. Every. Fucking. Rib. He had, his screams only got louder."
Ghost eyes widen, realizing you met you had grabbed his bare ribs and snapped them all in half. Now Ghost has done some crazy things but this? It's on a while nother level.
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Price rubbed his temples to calm himself.
"When he finished he, well killed him. With his foot"
Gaz had finished his tea by then. Still has that unsettling feeling.
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Alejandro walked back over to Soap and grabbed his shoulder.
"Wondering how he killed a soldier with just his foot? Yeah? He stepped on him, well more like bashed."
Soap looked at Alejandros hand alittle nervous.
-
You chuckled darkly pushing yourself off of Ghost.
"I dropped my foot so hard, I still have his eye juices on my shoe"
Ghost gagged as you walked away laughing, the whole base could hear you. The ones who seen you kill that Shadow shivered remembering that laugh.
~
[A/n:I got lazy in the last part. But hear you have it. I hope you enjoyed]
[COD MW2 HCS] 141 + Los Vaqueros + König with a Neutral Gender! Writer! Reader
A/N : How come we never see a Reader as a writer in whatever fandom - or am I blind - in headcanons ? I mean... So many people writing amazing fanfictions or headcanons on this platform or everywhere else and... No ? Really ? We’re talking about a military Reader here, by the way.
TW : none (for once) except the ugly typos you may encounter. Only one very little mention of smutty litterature
John “Soap” MacTavish
So... Let’s start with our lovely Scottish sergeant
It is apparently canon that he likes to draw on a small notebook he keeps with him dearly.
So he knows. He is acquainted with the ‘writer’s zone’ we flee into when inspiration holds us within its graceful arms. When the images of action flood through out brain when a stroke of genius light up our features and how we appear lost in some kind of parallel universe only us are able to interact with (well... it’s how it looks like for me, feel free to comment - writer or not - how your imagination works)
However, Soap is mostly aware about the tropes and what we can consider as the technical side of writing such as relashionship dynamics for your characters - if it implies the said relashionships -
I think he is the kind to prefer roomates universes because of the domesticity he is able to find there and friendship warms his heart. Although, that’s just an impression.
He is actually the biggest help out of the 141 because when he draws he also uses the codes of his type of creation for his cute doodles you suspect him to scribble on the yellowed paper of his little diary.
He knows what it is to lack of insipiration, even though he tends to throw his thoughts on the paper and reproduces his surroundings.
He appreciates the smallest details that compose his world. He notices them all.
But I digress.
You two share a world not so accessible for the rest of the team. When you talk about [Insert fiction character of trope here] in a very specific context, the others gaze at you confused.
More than writing, it is a little sweet thing you two share and you would never lose that for anything in the world.
Simon “Ghost” Riley
He... Understands... Not like Soap. He doesn’t have that much imagination.
He gets it is your hobby. It is as valuable as any other activity.
Simon thinks it’s cute in some way. You, lost in thought, next to him, about and into something he can’t quite grasp. And a sheet of paper or the blank screen of an app on your tablet or whatever device you judged comfortable.
At first, you asked for his help about some details, or his opinion, or his advice. Then, you understood he was too down-to-earth and wounded by his abusive past to allow himself to relax this way next to you.
Yet, you used your hobby as a way to stay with him as a support. He had just to tug a bit at your sleeve and all your attention would be on him.
It was the first step.
You understood quickly that your writing might be able to help him unwind and finally get comfortable.
You write him silly stories, made for him to laugh, or to smile at least. It wasn’t a big deal, just fables. You have no idea what he does with it. You just hope it enables him to dream even if just during the day like a fleeting thought clinging to him. A distant echo of something nice his heart and his memory agreed on keeping dearly underneath his leaden shell.
You also may be the one reading your own stories to him. But the mistakes, the inconsistencies or the lack of meaning and every little flaws in your writing may appear much more visible once clearly uttered.
By dint of effort, you manage to soften him a bit. He doesn’t want to ask you if he could read either what you are writing or if you have something for him. However, he eventually hopes within the depth of his heart that he can flee from reality for a few minutes.
He is so grateful to you even though he is bitter on the fact he can’t bring you much constructive criticism.
Kyle “Gaz” Garrick
Another one who understands one might have such a hobby but he may not relate.
I don’t see Gaz as someone who reads a lot. It’s just not his thing. He’ll read for sport news or something related to one of his own hobbies.
I guess he doesn’t have the patience to sit somewhere comfortable and allow his mind to wander this way thanks to your words.
Except maybe when he desperately needs to unwind and his thoughts are too noisy so he needs to occupy his plagued mind with something totally different.
However, he is curious about the creation process.
He’ll ask about your ‘tools’ after you explain to him that your scenario and elements of the story doesn’t entirely pop out of thin air and you may have to rethink and to shape your ideas to make up a story both understandable and enjoyable.
He laughs when he notices about your nonsensical Internet history. How can it be so weird ? And then, he remembers what kinds of research he does when the night isn’t kind to him and he doesn’t laugh anymore.
Sometimes, your brain amazes him. You sound so cool when you take the time to explain some of your ideas.
Kyle is awesome at helping you for worldbuilding. He has a lot of imagination when he manages to leave his military universe on the side and peeks at yours.
He is an excellent beta reader since he is actually very neutral about writing in general and he’ll try to give you the most help possible when you ask him. Too short ? Too long ? Not enough or too much emphasis on a detail ? He just aims at your betterment !
John Price
You are a writer ? Well... As long as you do your duty you can be whatever you want.
He is neutral with the idea of you being a writer. He is a soldier before anything. And a leader at that. He’ll support you because Captain Dad... I mean... Captain Price always supports his team but sometimes the said team gives a hard time to his comprehension and patience.
You’re mostly quiet, with music for your ears, typing or penning something on a sheet of paper. Moreover, it seems like you have some sort of natural distance with Soap’s or Gaz’s - or both - usual chaos.
Price has to say that it amazes him how you are distant of everything when you are in what Soap would call a writer’s fever.
By the way, he happens to watch over you both when Soap draws and you write on the couch of the common room. If you both eventually show him what you created - if you don’t he will not force you - he’ll gaze at you like a proud momma duck despite his best behavior.
He is mostly the one staring in disbelief as you use vocabulary, tropes, imaginary events for your own type of art since he can’t understand it even though you all speak the same language.
Price notices very early you are a skilled writer, or at least you have some experience. The reports he gets from you are probably the best from the soldiers he got under his orders. He might have something to say about the spelling and the shape of your letters if you give him handwritten reports. Depends on you I guess.
He will not ask to read what you write. You can call that the appropriate distance induced by hierarchy. You remain soldiers. You may as well act like it.
Sometimes, you’d like his opinion. An outside point of view about your work is always good, no ? Well... John Price has a Ghost syndrome. He is annoyingly ass deep in his military life. Hence, he faces a very limited imagination except when it comes to interrogate an enemy.
The worst about him is that he could be an amazing beta reader. Constructive criticism and probably giving you ways to improve yourself in what you already are so good at.
Just give him time. He’ll get interested one way or another. First, you may try to be closer emotionally to him. Might be a good start to go past this military hierarchy and to know what his tastes are to get his heart beat only at the tone of your phrasing with your unique talent
Rodolfo Parra
He thinks it’s so cool to have a hobby as enjoyable as he thinks you have just by the way you act when you are writing.
Rudy doesn’t have the time to delve that deeply into a hobby. Los Vaqueros constantly demand his attention. However, when he gets the time he - like Gaz - tries to ask about the process of writing. He even tries to write by himself.
You explained about the tropes and dynamics and he seemed to get it immediately. Childhood friends to lovers is his favorite one by the way.
It was just a little story he came up with. It was the first thing that stuck to his imagination, appearing out of an obscure place of his brain. It was uncertain, somewhat shaky but simple and, in a way, adorable.
He almost took it personally when you said this small piece of text was just like him.
However, before you sink even deeper in awkwardness, you dismissed this last interaction and tried to correct him the best you could.
After that, he was looking forward the little time when you could write with him and he could learn. Another thing, it’s quiet around you, focused, relaxed. Alejandro knows where to find him when he is looking for his right hand.
He could be an amazing beta reader if he wasn’t so kind. He forgives you everything. “Have you noticed inconsistencies or flaws ?” you’d ask. “Maybe a little something here but I’m sure it’s me” he’d reply. Unnerving, right ? The gentlest reader but you don’t need him to be so nice. You need him to be observant.
He also comes up with very simple ideas when it comes to writing but his way of apprehending things has something one can’t quite describe. My closest synonym would be a vibe, something like raw talent that only needs to be explored thoroughly. It resembles to cutting a diamond, sharpen the edges to make it glistening and precious.
His imagination is not too chaotic but his thinking and reasoning develops and fill in the gaps of his originality.
Anyways, Rudy is amazing. As always.
Alejandro Vargas
There has to be one who does not take you very seriously. Well... It is Alejandro. The Mexican colonel is... something else, to say the least. He considered himself a man of action and not a man of words. So, to him, whatever you were doing with those scraps of paper during your free time was none of his business.
He’ll try some kind of joke with you writing nasty things in the secret of that little head of yours. Two answers now. “No, colonel, I’m not into writing that kind of litterature” would be the first reponse with a hint of scorn hidden behind your deadpan aspect.
The second answer though... “Yeah ! I write smut ! Now that we’re talking about that, do you mind if I use your features for my next...” and then you proceed to make a very descriptive, thoroughly explained speech about your imaginary Alejandro and what you planned him to do in this small story of yours. The point was to make the colonel embarassed. Although, it worked better on Rudy who went blushing like a tomato.
If you choose the second option, it will end up in nasty jokes each time you meet each other. This silly game is absolutely unsufferable for everyone making the mistake to listen to you.
If anything, your relashionship suffers from this disregard. You didn’t ask Alejandro’s appreciation, hardly tolerance even but it left a sort of bitter taste. Rudy is... Kinder. More understanding.
However, what happens is that you tend to be consequently more distant from Alejandro. It may have been a silly joke about a pastime of yours but writing is so personal that it was as if he made a joke about your own self and this was intolerable. He had no business disrespecting you this way.
Beyond that, you banished him from your writing process. His opinion, his hypothetical help, what he might like to see within a story - doesn’t matter how silly it may be - he was no part of it.
If he changes his mind, you’d tend to retort him something alike “Let’s stay in our own field of expertise colonel. Let me dream about my stories. And you, dream about chasing El Sin Nombre. Good fences make good neighbors as one says”.
Something that also might happen is that Rudy’s new habit of unwinding with you quietly in the common room and having long conversations with you about that hobby you were now both sharing made him feel weird. Alejandro was surely passionate and admitting he’s wrong - at least for this - was no part of his character but this was the proof he should’ve acted differently. The realisation took its time but he eventually accepts the fact he made an asshole of himself.
He’ll apologise when he catches you alone, writing. Now the question may be about how much time do you want to play with him for having been such an arse.
Eventually, Alejandro learns his lesson and he even asks you to read what you write. When he’s done, he is so silent, gawking. You laugh at him.
König
Our gigantic, adorable Austrian operator is a book worm. It’s horrendous. The heavy bullying he has been a victim got him to be safe between the shelves of library. The scent of old paper and the calm of the library got him out of his skin, journeying between worlds out of his appalling daily life. He was typically the dreamy, lonely kid who had characters inside his head as sole company.
So yeah. Books mean relief, respite, getaway for him as well as a way to heal himself from the pain he received from his classmates or whoever hurt him in his younger days.
He doesn’t have much time for reading anymore and these books are a little too bulky for the small package he was allowed to have. So having you near him is like a blessing. He can talk out his thoughts.
Beyond writing, it is the vibe around you that convinces him to sit next to you in the common room. He tried to make himself small, to not take too much of the couch but you couldn’t deny his thigh touching yours. You raised your head and smiled at him. König did not utter a single word, already flustered to fail at conversing. But, as time goes on - and after numerous times he just sat next to you enabling himself to move a muscle - you made most of the conversation. He felt almost immediately at ease.
You two daydream together now, talking about little things always related to writing or reading. It is also a way to relax after close calls and the danger of being killed.
He is the KING at worldbuilding. König has always several ideas coursing through his brain. His mind is sometimes chaotic, full of details. He gave you the impression once that telling the history of one of this world would create a great saga on it own. Moreover, König is so passionate about these little bouts of thoughts put together.
He is also very aware about tropes and dynamics. His favorite of the latter is the small protector x the big shy character because he can relate. And he also has a soft post for a good ol’ mutual pining or a hypothetical love at first sight - as unlikely as it seems in real life -
He doesn’t try to write with you though. He knows he is not too good at this, which is weird considering the tremendous amount of time he can spend while reading. Although, König knows he may have a chance if he writes in German. It depends on you being able to understand him or not.
König is also a dissatisfactory beta reader, different from Rudy though. He doesn’t dare utter what he judges as flaws because he thinks he’d lose you. He is so happy to be the first reading whatever you are working on because it makes him feel so special.
He always supports you and tries to relax you when pangs of frustration creeps inside your mind because your writing doesn’t go the way you plan it to be.
Just like with Soap, what you two have is not understandable by the people around you. What’s more is that König’s anxious nature tends to keep you both distant from the people outside of your little bubble.