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every time I see a mf on TikTok or here replace Gaz with König for edits, artwork or fics, my head explodes

gaz is literally 141 and König is literally CANONICALLY Ghost's enemy, therefore he is 141's enemy too. 141 and KorTac DO NOT LIKE EACHOTHER!!!!!!! König ain't hanging out w these men bffr!!

INCLUDE GAZ IN YOUR TASK FORCE 141 POSTS PLEASEEE PLEASE I BEG

ZOMBIE!GHOST HEADCANNONS ft. GhostSoap

Disclaimer- most of these are not original ideas but a compilation of things I've seen with my own ideas thrown in

So we've all see the theory that he broke his own jaw when he got infected so he wouldn't be able to infect people, right?

which omg is that both painful and hard to do. in addition, in the trailer, it seems like he maintains some of his humanity even after he's infected

WHICH IS DEVASTATING

because basically, I've done too much reading, and I've seen many scenarios

1. is that his group gets infected alongside with him and he remains the sole survivor

eventually, the grief of being alone, and how insanely draining it would be to exist as a rotting corpse, he would essentially shut down/ kill his own mind since he can't actually die.

this is the saddest in my opinion, because I believe he would have insane survivors guilt, and would be absolutely crushed (since in his actual back story his family was murdered, and so this would be the 2nd he's been unable to protect those he cares about)

2. is that he is already long time a zombie, but forms an attachment to some survivor passing through

like someone is passing through the town that he's in, and he immediately forms an attachment to them, but he is conscious enough to realize he would be seen as a threat and even backs up if approached

however, he has a desire to protect that person, so he mostly remains out of sight, watching the area. said person will essentially be protected by him, like he'll literally kill off other zombies to keep them safe

I have such mixed emotions about this, because I feel like he would be so lonely. absolutely infatuated with and determined to protect this person, but he would never allow himself to go near them

3. has to do with John 'Soap' Mactavish

I feel like they'd be with their team when Simon gets bit. the others would try to drag

Soap away or shoot Simon, but Soap isn't having any of that. even Simon would try to get him to leave, but Soap, loyal as ever, would refuse.

Simon would definitely break his jaw in this scenario, but do it while soap goes on a supply run, or is sleeping so he doesn't have to witness it

Simon would eventually give up on begging him to leave, Soap was ready to die with him. once they both realize that Simon is still somewhat conscious, Soap is adamant about taking care of Simon even as he decays, trying to keep him bandaged and cleaned as much as possible

Simon would become like a guard dog for Soap, protecting him from both zombies and other survivors. Simon is especially fast and strong since he still has some control over himself. I think Soap would have to keep a leash on Simon, because Simon's brain, while still holding some function, has zombie instincts, and he easily gets distracted. Also, I think Soap would be able to decipher what Simon's different grunts and groans mean (Simon unable to talk due to broken jaw and rotting) to where they can basically have full conversations

In the end, I think Soap would die of old age (Ghost having protected him his whole life), and we would circle back to Ghost being the sole survivor

OR

Ghost would eventually get to a point where his body has rotted so much that life isn't feasible for him. he can no longer function or protect Soap, and he is able to communicate that with Soap, who in the end shoots him. Soap would be put into absolute agony over this. Soap, being a demolition specialist in the military, makes me personally believe he'd absolutely wreck havoc.

I think he'd probably destroy a city with some makeshift explosives because while Ghost might've been technically dead for a long time, they were still soulmates, and this time, he was gone for good

I think he'd become reckless with his own life, a mix of anger and sadness. There'd be days where he'd be so depressed he wouldn't get up, and others where he'd do the stupidest shit just to not think about the fact he is now completely alone in the apocalypse

I don't think he'd get infected; I think he'd probably pick a fight with some survivor group, or one of his reckless expeditions would be the end of him. I don't even think he'd make it a half year without Simon.

I feel like this would contrast to if he'd stayed with his group after Simon was infected or if Simon had been KIA on a mission (not apocalypse au). I think if he had his team, he would've moved on and lived a good life, although grieving and completely dedicating Simon's death day as a day of remembrance. However, with Simon having been his only companion for so long and the man he threw away everything for, he might as well have died when Simon did

CW: MCD

Soap wouldn't mind being in love with a boy, if it didn't mean he was in love with "The Ghost."

Ghost wouldn't mind being in love with Soap, if it didn't mean he was in love with a boy.

The tension on base was palpable. It was unexpected, unusual, and deeply unsettling. The usually inseparable pair that was Soap and Ghost, were both acting as if they'd gotten into an argument, and their prides were keeping them from discussing it.

The once easy and smooth banter between the Lieutenant and Sergeant was now painfully forced. Like there was some thin line they were dancing across, ever so ungraceful. They were colliding into each other, like stars drawn too close together, and together, they would burn.

It was painfully awkward between the two of them. They were drawn to each other by some force stronger than the laws of the universe. They were still inseparable by physical standards, but they actively avoided interaction despite their constant proximity. Yet, as they both felt their feelings colliding into something bigger, the more they pushed the other away.

The water boiling under the strings of their fate was bound to bubble over at some point. It would drown both of them, lest they acknowledge the ever-growing flame of feelings between them.

Soap always knew that Simon was untouchable. That Simon was so deeply guarded beneath the facade of Ghost that breaking down that concrete wall would shatter something unfixable, be it for better or for worse. Soap thought he'd be fine. That he could avoid the enviable. That he wouldn't fall for the man that was meant to be his soulmate.

It wasn't even that he had a problem with it. He's an open guy and has no problem dating a guy. But Simon. It could've been anyone but Simon, and it would've been fine, great even. Gods how he wishes he could take it all back, go back before he fell, hell, before he met Simon, if only to save him the agony.

Soap wishes he could run away. He wishes he could blindly fall into whatever is festering between him and his Lieutenant. But he knows Ghost won't catch him. Not because he doesn't care, not because he doesn't want to, but because Ghost simply won't accept it. Soap knows the fall is too high, and he'd never survive it. But, he is tetering dangerously over the edge of oblivion, and he can't pull himself back.

Ghost knew he had fallen for Soap the moment he met the bubbly Sergeant, who treated him like he was just another guy. He loved Soap because of how the sergeant looked past his cold exterior and his rank. He loved Soap for being so damn patient with him, even when Ghost would push him away. He loved how easy it was with Soap. How they could bicker and mess around like school kids, how they could talk like they've known each other for forever. He loves how they just click and how they just feel so right.

Ghost would never let Soap closer than a bent arms distance away. Just close enough to mean something, yet just far enough for it to never be enough. Ghost would've claimed Soap as his the second he saw the smaller man if he weren't just that. A man. Had Soap been a girl, Ghost would've poured his heart out, taken the leap of faith, and caught Soap on the way down into bliss. But Ghost couldn't have that. Deep down, something burned into his soul and told him that it was wrong. He had no problem with queer people, but it wasn't him; it couldn't be.

He will never accept the love he has for Soap and it will ruin him. It tears at his heart every time he shoves the sergeant away. His feelings nearly suffocate him when he sees people flirt with Soap. He desperately wants to claim him. Jealousy scorching deep lines into his heart and soul. His gut wrenches, and he feels sick about the whole thing if he allows his mind to linger on it for too long.

Much like glass, too much pressure on the unstable bond they upheld, and they were bound to shatter. It happened days before a mission. Two volatile men, crushed by the weight of feelings bigger than themselves, unable to communicate what they feel.

It's nasty. It's an entirely verbal altercation, but words cut deeper than physical wounds, and words can stick and reopen those wounds at any time. No one dared interfere. The words said were harsh and had an edge of anger that only the hurt could manage. They both burned like bonfires, only fueled off of each other. Their prides were the only thing keeping them from burning out entirely.

They would never be the same. That was the end of them. Two soulmates, names carved into each other's hearts, souls forever intertwined in the destiny of the universe, broken by the will of ill timing. They'd never get to know what they could've been. The amount of joy and exhilaration of loving the one destined for them in every timeline. They wouldn't even know what they had, as small as it might have been, until it was gone.

It wasn't even a few days later when Soap died in action. His heartbreak making him reckless. He never saw Simon again. He died alone, his Lieutenant elsewhere on the battlefield, not wanting to be near the source of his own agony. He died, knowing that their argument was their last real interaction. The torment of that thought alone was enough to kill him. No one would ever know it, but Simon's name was the last word he ever spoke, as his body finally gave out.

Ghost would never recover. They recovered Soap's body, but Simon could never bear the weight of seeing it. He forever blames himself for Soap's death, but he knows there was never anything more for them. Not in this life. The part of Ghost that was Simon died the day Soap did. Ghost would never love. Soap was the only one who could've filled that role, and still Ghost wouldn't have allowed it.

Ghost would die some years later on a mission. His job was his life, and he had thrown himself into it, full force after Soap died. Ghosts body would never be found, but he died with Soap's dogtags pressed against his heart like it would save him.

The things that burn the brightest always go out the quickest. Soap and Ghost were just that. Two stars that burned so brightly they burned out, taking the other with them. They were soulmates. They were lovers. But that was never made for this lifetime. Their happy ending destined to fail along their crash course.

Photographer!Ghost

just a silly idea I had

cw (brief mention of mcd, kinda mw3 canon, so ya know)

Ghost was not so much the artist, but was always content to be his lover's muse. Ghost loved seeing what Soap's mind could conjure. Ghost also quite enjoyed spoiling Soap by buying whatever art supplies the man wanted. He supported and encouraged any and every creative outlet possible, even going as far as to give Soap his own art room.

When Soap died, he avoided the art room like the plague, as if stepping in there would physically wound him. He couldn't stand being in the room that once held so much joy. Dangling happiness in front of him, as if the room was trying to taunt him with all he lost. It would take months for him to go in that room again, and even longer for him to dare touching anything.

Ghost was never creative like Soap was, but when someone recommends photography to him, he tries it. Both because he has nothing better to do, and because he secretly hopes that the art of it will connect him to Soap.

He struggles hard at first. He doesn't typically spend much on himself, and without Soap there anymore for him to spoil, his savings are solid. He does research and gets an expensive camera, yet he can't seem to get any cool shots like people on the internet seem so effortlessly able to get. He gives up for a month or so, putting the camera out of sight and almost completely forgetting about it.

He stumbles upon it again by accident, and tries again, more out of his own stubbornness of not wanting to be defeated by it, than actually enjoying it. He owns it, and becomes incredibly good at it, not exactly professional, but good enough. he carries the camera with him everywhere, and even has a few people hire him for small shoots. It's become a major hobby for him and he finds some peace from it.

Eventually, when going through the hundreds of photos he has, even the few he got framed because of how proud he was of them, he realizes something. He realizes how he hardly has any photos of Soap. The man that he cherished, worshiped, loved more than anything, and yet there's hardly any physical evidence that they were ever together. He has far more photos of random people, places and other things, and that fact burns him for a while.

Eventually he makes a resolve, to himself, to capture as many moments as possible with the 141, his friends. Be it the good, the bad, and everything in between, he refuses to let anyone else be erased to so little. He refuses to lose a single moment, a single memory, when he has the constant reminders of how easy it is to loose it all.

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“ After the events of Valeria being put into jail smalls groups of drug cartel had started to slowly but surely spread. Claiming their grounds, and one of them makes there way to the USA. Trying to start chaos, yet TF -141 had been assigned to stop them as it’s suspected that the cartel will do more than just sell illegal goods for profit. Although while in the process, a soldier goes M.I.A. while retrieving intel. Now in the cartel’s grasp, their mission has just doubled. ”

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“ Its late into the night after a failed mission. Leaving TF-141 at a safe house nearby till tomorrow morning when a helo will finally come. But for now, the team is stuck there till then. In the cold summer of Norway. As the time goes on, the urge arises like it always does. To Smoke. To get his hands on a cigarette. So he does, but he’s not alone. A little bit of a reunion, hm? ”

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“ Both men have been approved of being on leave together and of course decided to spend it together. And somehow they ended up in the grassy backyard of the house, stargazing. Alone together. And soon enough, the night turns into something more meaningful. Something both men will never forget. Whether it’s the eyes of the beholder or the great stars above. ”

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Christmas Special ⋆⁺₊❅ ⋆

John Price x M!Reader

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The Task Force 141 goes on leave for the holidays, and they decide to celebrate it with each other on Christmas Eve. Heading to a lovely pub in England. And as Price awaits for his boys, a bartender with an elf hat catches his eye.

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𝐢. INTEL FILES BELOW ARE CONFIDENTIAL. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.

READER : PRICE x MALE READER FILE. GHOST x MALE READER FILE. SOAP x MALE READER FILE. GAZ x MALE READER FILE.

GHOAP x MALE READER FILE.

SHIPS : GHOST x SOAP FILE.

OTHER : ACTION FILE.

clay tf141!!: mini clay ghost!! (in the making)

you cant really see his mask but thats okay

(i also had a soap one too but his head fell off while i tried to clean him up☹️)

another COD yap, BUT with an idea.

Okay. 141 “family” dinner. Laswell taking care of the wine and drinks, Nikolai and Price with the food (with his family recipes), Soap with desserts (with Ghost watching over because you don’t know what a demolitionist can do with desserts, and he wanted to be with Soap), and Gaz with sides- NO ONE invites Shepard and Graves for good reason (caused chaos and bought over-sweetened tea that made Price sick and Laswell concerned).

Thinking of causing chaos, Soap and Gaz somehow hack through Nikolai’s parental controls on the TV (because of many, many incidents related to a certain sport) and thankfully found a soccer game that was on, and in mere minutes chaos ensued. as Price and Laswell slowly started to argue (without yelling) about what to call the sport, Ghost made himself some iced tea, Soap sneaked off to snag a third plate of Price’s food while, and Gaz sipped on some champagne that Laswell bought specifically for Gaz in exchange for a secret ingredient Price puts in his food (he especially told Gaz because he’s the favorite child). The bickering went on for an hour, but overall the dinner went well.

For the roach people, he bought games and frosted sugar cookies (they always disappear), and he was eating popcorn while Price and Laswell were bickering.

CANT WAIT FOR MORE! I also cant wait for them to finally get some well deserved revenge on them. 😼

Summary: After Task Force 141 got a hint that you gave important information to their enemy- the boys do not hesitate to chain you up and give you a taste of hell. You on the other hand are innocent but they do not believe you

(last part before the summary gets different guys i promise- lmao)

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Platonic Task Force 141! x Fem!Reader (Simon Ghost Riley x Fem!Reader)

a/n: .. yumm price... I LOVE SIMON THO GUYS I SWEAR enjoy <3

Warnings: uhm this whole fic is basically a warning. Torture; Blood; Mental Health; Angst angst angst not proof read (Like always ngl). - idk see yourself. burns

genre: ANGST

+ 2,5k words (extra long for you babes)

part 1 / part 2 / part 3 / part 4 / part 5 (coming soon i guess!)

"No-" whispering under your unsteady breath. Head shaking as if your not really here- hysterical tears still rolling over the apple of your cheeks, down to your jaw.

Trailing sideways to your chin and mixing with the blood, salty liquid turning pink before dropping down onto your thighs.

piano music invading your brain- making everything hurt with a bittersweet melodie

your leg trembled- lip swollen as you constantly bit down on it to not cry like a pathetic baby.

Gaze fixated onto your fingers- skin feeling to tight with the blades under your 5 left fingernails- trying to move them as little as possible.

You felt bad- not wanting to be in a room alone with him. Body shivering under his gaze- knowing that he knew you like the back of his hand.

"Come on, love. No need to worry" Price nearly purred- having sushed Soap out of the Room, sitting now where he sat. Crossing his buff arms in front of his chest. Taking in the sight of your panicked state with a gaze you couldn't quite read.

His cigar flickering in the Ashtray next to him- having it stored there for the moment. John shifted in his seat while his lips pressed together shortly. Orange light of the burning thing reflecting in his eyes.

As if his soul was burning as well.

Maybe it was

You were exhausted- drained. Mentally. Physically. You weren't fond of the torture- but lets be honest. Who was?- accepting the fact that your patience slipped the moment Soap pushed you onto that old fucking rusty chair.

But it was okay.

Accept and Adapt, right?

You were going to take Revenge, but for now...

"John" you sighed- slightly circling your shoulders in an lousy attempt to relax. Gulping- words feeling heavy in your throat.

... you should be going at this with a strategy.

"I would never- never betray you" you begun with a frustrated and hurt look- eyes piercing into his. You took a deep breath- fingers still hurting- blades cutting deeper into them after every movement.

Closing your eyes for a short moment- trying to pull yourself together, which was hard as you felt all over the place- shattered and only small threads making it possible for you to not be completely hopeless.

Call these threads the want to destroy them.

Forcing yourself to point your nailless hand at him softly- vulnerable look on your face. Who cared if you had to do this to get a milder punishment.

You didn't at the moment.

"You know that I always wanted to be like you" you added, wanting him to maybe take it easy on you. Reminding him.

Simon was the angriest and most betrayed-feeling one.

Gaz the most sad one

Soap the most cruel and revenge seeking one

And Price?

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"What are you doing 'ere, love" he chuckled with his warm voice- smoking on the balcony of the community area. Not expecting to see his newest, albeit most ambitious, member of 141 at such ungodly hours out here.

She looked suprised as well- not having thought him to already be here. She stammered- still a little bit shy around the sometimes owerwhelming group of man- being the only female in the force.

"Uhm Do you- do you want me to leave?" she asked with a red face- shame settling in her bones- not wanting to disturb her Captain.

he shook his head, patting the spot beside him. "Come one, dove" he gently insisted, taking her hand when she was in arms reach to help her onto the thick concrete balcony walls.

He liked her. Some fresh wind. Still a little bit green behind the ears- but a fast learner- he wasn't worried. She dangled her legs in the air, enjoying the cold breeze.

"What got you here?" he asked after some comfortable silence- taking a drag of his cigar- soon puffing the smoke out. "Couldn't sleep, sir"- you said, looking at the sight in front of you.

John laughed, earning a confused look from you. "Just John, love- we are not working right now, are we?" he asked with an amused look. Waiting till you nodded- taking another drag.

"Sir- Uh.. I mean John? Why are you here tonight?" you asked- still not used to calling him by his first name. "Couldn't sleep" he said with zero hesitation, making you laugh.

"Does that happen often times?" you asked again- this time more confident in talking to your Captain.

You liked him. He praised you- appreciated your work, answered your questions and noticed how you felt. You were drawn to him in a weird "I want to learn everything you know"- kinda way, wanting to learn his tricks and make him proud. You didn't knew where this was coming from.

"Kind off" he answered again with a smile- stretching his back for a second- sighing in content after that one bone popped- before turning to you.

"What about you, love? Insomnia, Homesick or Gaz's loud snoring" he chuckled at the last part- mumbling something along the line like 'That kid's snores are louder than a machine gun'

You shrugged. probably a mix of everything. "I don't know- I never was one to sleep good" you admitted- shooting him a glance- seeing that he nodded along your statement.

"How about this is becoming our secret, love? Huh, how's that?" he said with a small smile- pointing between you and him. "You mean a secret 'I cannot sleep and need a friend'-spot?" you asked with a cheeky smile- liking the idea.

"Just what I had in mind, dear" he said- painting a happy smile onto your face"

He never really told you that, but after that night- after some time- he always felt like you were his own kid- knowing that you wanted to be like him.

he watched over you, talked to you, spend time with you.

Worried about you.

so why?

why?

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he looked at you with a disgusted face- slight snarl on his lips, an uncomfortable sight for you.

"You saw me as an Idol, kid- and i regret to have ever taught you something" he said with a huff- index finger pushing into the tables surface to prove his point with such a force- making it shift slightly

"What-" you begun- utterly confused with shock, shushed by a warning look- eyes hollow at his words. Swallowing a thick lump down your throat at the statement- You tapped your foot anxiously- not liking where this was going.

His arms moving foward onto the table to prop himself. Body not that far away from yours- almost hovering over you. Saying your name to catch your attention. His head slightly tilted to the side- watching you attentively.

He hummed "You should know that you are nothing for me, you died right after you switched sides. Such a waste of potential" he clicked his tounge in annoyance. Making a motion as if he crumpled something in his strong fist- letting it fall away from his fingertips

Heart contracting slightly - closing your eyes- not wanting to believe any of that, knowing it wasn't near the truth- but it was impossible.

You felt as if he forced the words down your throat- hand clamped onto your mouth to make you swallow the hurtful sentences.

"In the end you were too weak, love. i knew you would break sooner or later. You aren't made for such a life" he continued- whispering. Something you've never seen before was glimmering in his eyes.

Downright bad stuff.

pulling yourself together. "You're lying" you chocked out, not wanting to hear his bullshit- earning a chuckle from him, he was amused.

You foot still tapped onto the floor- the fucker noticed it- pressing his shoe hard down onto your bare foot. Thick sole pressing marks into your flesh- making you stop with a quiet painful hiss while staring at him with a silent- hateful gaze.

It hurt. The way he was pressing down, sandwiching your toes under the strong heel of his shoes and the concrete ground.

"Maybe I am, Maybe I am not- but you know what is true, dear?" he whispered, taking a strand of your hair and putting it behind your ear.

His Shoe was back next to his other one- making you wiggle your toes quickly- trying to get blood flowing through them again. Taking his still glimmering Cigar between his fingers, little sparkles of ash flying around while he took it to his mouth.

"What?" you spat out, not wanting him to touch you again.

"All this time, you wanted me to love you, like you were my daughter- or someone special to me- i just thought you had a bad relationship with your father, but in the end i don't even care-" he admitted with a shrug- taking a drag from his Cigar- giving you a chance to comprehend his words.

His lies

"You followed me around like a lost puppy that wanted praise. A 'good job' or something else" he said- staring at your disbelieving eyes.

"When you got that, oh my god you were so happy" he chuckled. Making your resolve break for a second, eye contact wavering before you got your composure back- or what was left.

"What if i tell you that I never felt the same, huh? Love?“ he said with a dirty look. „You are just some mere Sergeant. Nothing more“ he chuckled quietly as if it was funny what he said. "What made you think that you could be different? Are you really that naive, kid?"

"Did they offer you Money? Sex? Honor" he laughed at his last word- making you feel small.

He smiled again as he saw your angered expression- he knew you would have probably jumped him if it weren't for the chains. Shadow deep on your face- jaw clenched and such a beautiful- furious- expression in your eyes.

Hands balling to fists- not caring anymore that it hurt like hell.

Fucker.

Fuckface

Motherfucking Cunt

Tears brimming in your eyes out of frustration- he marked his victory internally.

You were always someone to cry when frustrated.

His Hand opened as a gesture- wiggling his fingers slightly- mocking you. „You were just a.. toy? Yes i guess this puts it well“ he muttered- smile that didn‘t reach his eyes, stretched over his lips.

"Why did you decide to backstab us all, huh?" he asked with a frown- amused expression long gone. "Always telling us that you love us and that we are a family- for what!" he slammed his hand down onto the steel table- making you flinch slightly. His breathing got heavy, he was angry as well.

Fucking angry.

You huffed- the uneasy feeling sticking to the back of your throat again- nose burning, feeling the tears brimming in your eyes for the umpteenth time. Since when did you become such a crybaby?

„I told you, i didn't do it" you said with a shaky voice- swallowing the lump in your throat- getting frustrated again. Your plan wasn't working like you wanted.

"Aw, don‘t cry sweetheart“ he smiled again- hand reaching out to wipe your tears away.

"Don't fucking touch me, John!" you roared- voice filled with such a hate- it even suprised him at the moment.

His gaze grew cold out of the sudden, sharpening your senses in such a quick time- you wouldn't have noticed it, if it weren't for the change of atmosphere

Simon was the angriest and most betrayed-feeling one.

he took his Cigar away from his mouth, looking you in the eyes. Fire and Ice- You and Price

Taking your arm- holding it still with no effort, making you kick and scream- fight or flight response entering your body in one breath- trying to pull your arm away- raw rubbed wrists beginning to bleed easily under your Captains harsh grasp.

"No! Let go of me! LET GO OF ME" you yelled in pure panick, not knowing what he will do- tears falling once more- making it harder to see and breath- stool on which you used to sit, now discharged- kicked into some corner,

Gaz was the most sad one

You stood there- pulling with all your might, not getting away from the table you were chained to- not getting away from the man you were so fucking scared off. Desperatly crying out for help- nobody hearing you-

You were tired. You couldn't do all that shit anymore- it ate you up and left nothing other than a memory of what you used to be.

"Just fucking hold still"

he raised his voice- your protesting not not affecting him. It was the first time in a long time he yelled at you- making your brain shut down.

Voice Booming through the room- body stiffening in his hold, knowing you were getting treated worse if you do not listen to him now.

Soap the most cruel and revenge seeking one

He huffed- Cigar coming down towards you arm- flickering edge pressing down on your delicate skin of your pulse point- only then noticing his actions- immediatey beginning to yell once more-

Your screams filling his ears but he shut them out. He was seething. The Girl- the Woman he appreciated so much. The Sergeant he wanted to teach everything he knew.

You were just like his own for him. he couldn't understand your switch of sides. When did you become like this? Or were your goals already clear before joining 141?

He ignored his racing thoughts, pressing down harder to burn you- Just like his soul was burning after your Betrayal.

And Price?

Price was the one that hurt you the most with his words.

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Face expressionless as you stared at your thighs. Head resting on the tables edge inbetween your chained Hands.

you watched the inflamed stabwound Simon gave you- now that you saw it- hurting even more- redness spreading through your skin and wound not wanting to heal a bit.

Black and blue bruise forming around the wound- a consequence of the hilt that got rammed into your thigh.

You looked skinnier than ever- ribs poking through your skin

Eyes trailing up to your arms- severe burns littering the soft skin on your inner arm- all dot shaped- up to your elbows- yellow blisters forming on both arms

Your Eyes shortly looked at your hands- fingers- quickly adverting your gaze- not wanting to see them at the moment- pain still fresh and moving through your nerves.

Price‘s words echoing in your mind rent free- feeling yourself getting angry at that- not wanting to feel anything at the moment. Pushing them back- deep deep down. sealed

Shoulder burning as you turned your head- trying to inspect Gaz‘s uncomfortable interrogation tactic- also not looking any better than the one on your thigh the only good thing was that it didn‘t bruise as bad.

Johnny, Kyle, Price and Simon

They weren‘t your brothers, nor your Captain or your motherfucking Lover.

They were the one who betrayed you.

They were the rats.

Traitors.

Oh and you were gonna make them fucking pay

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SHE FUCKING ATE THEM 🤭

cat shifter reader x 141 pt.3

I got cold called while writing this but at least that's over with LMAO

The boys kept an eye on the cat for the next few days. Not that much happens; they haven't seen a peep of the girl they found in the attic, but maybe that was a good thing. If this cat could turn human, and only did so involuntarily when weak, then her non-human-ness could mean she was getting better. Or so they hoped.

Poor thing constantly sniffled and hardly ate, and Gaz had gone the length of getting cans and cans of wet cat food (--after a debate, of course, because they weren't sure what to feed you). But all the kitty insisted on doing was sit in Soap's bed (because he was still kicked out), and making a fuss whenever they got too close. Not scratching, because she had no energy to, but hissing with stubborn abandon. And it had already been so long before Price marched in to grab her by the scruff--in his worry-motivated frustration, of course--scolding:

"Look, you tiny devil. Either you eat something, or you go back to the barn. Got it?"

The cat gives him a blank, unbothered stare, then sneezes hard, sending a splatter of wet whatever-that-was across his beard. And she licks her tiny chompers as though happy with herself--content with the scrunched nose and deepened frown of the man holding her. Gaz gags; Soap snorts.

But she nods.

The sergeants do a double take.

"Was that--" Gaz begins, only to shake his head. "So you can understand us when you're..." He gestures up and down. "Like this?"

The cat glares at him, then wriggles free from Price's grip, onto the floor where she stretches languidly and licks her paw. She then trots past Gaz to head off to the kitchen, where she methodically--one by one--opens each cabinet to search through them.

"Would ya look at that," Soap grins, seeing her pick out a snack, then sassily close one of the cabinets with a hind leg. "Made herself right at home. Say, Gaz, maybe you'll get to keep her after all."

"Dunno if that's for us to decide," Gaz mutters. "'Less she decides to adopt us. And uh-- no offense, sir," he smiles sheepishly, looking over at Price, who's busy wiping the liquid from his face, "I don't exactly think we're in her good graces."

"You think?"

As soon as the cat hopped back in bed, she put her front legs up, and drew one claw on each paw. The middle ones.

AKA--fuck you.

Gaz returns the cat food the day after.

WHY HAVE PEOPLE DONE A COD HYBRID THING OF NEARLY ALL OF THE COD MEN

NOT ALEJANDRO VARGAS

Hanahaki part 2

(Soap- Purple, Simon- Red, Gary- Blue, Makarov- green, Price- Pink, Kyle- Orange)

"You kill him, I'll kill you." Soap told the man behind Price's back.

"Oh Ivanka. You are better than these humans." Makarov turns the safety off. "Come with me instead."

Soap hung the phone back. He went away from the window, got to the stairs and got out of the building, Gun pointed at Makarov's back.

"Price, take your gun out." Soap told him now near them both.

Makarov raises his hands and dropped his gun while Price took his out and grabs the fallen weapon. 

"Give up Makarov." Price pointed both guns at him. "Call off everything and surrender."

"Never." He smiles as a gunshot was heard.

All Price felt before hitting the ground was a sharp pain in his back. Johnny shot a bullet into Makarov's shoulder while the man moved away.

Makarov ran. Johnny went to Price not giving two fucks about his dad.

"Price. Price stay with me!" He said holding the wound closed and turned him to his side. "You're going to be fine."

"G-get Nik." Price told him before passing out.

"Medic and Evac! Now!" He ordered in his comms. "Capt'n Price got hit!"

Johnny knew that they had to leave the street and hide from others. He wrapped up the bloody wound as best he could, got Price on his back and started walking to the safehouse they got in the forest away from the town.

Nickolai heard the call and started the engine. He called upon a friend, who's a medic to his location with shit that can deal with a bullet wound. Once the friend got there he flew them both to the town.

Roach, Gaz, Ghost and Laswell weren't able to hear any as they're in a dead zone.

"All packed up." Gaz informed them. "She'll be fine. For now." He looks up at them.

"... She need to go to a hospital." Ghost spoke, cleaning his hands with bottles of water.

"Hand me one." Gaz stretches his blood stained hand. Ghost gave him two and Roach took 2 to clean up the mess.

They heard outside solders searching for them 4. They came closer to the door they blocked. "Sargent Roach, Agent Laswell. This is Agent Bishop."

Non of them replied.

"Ivanka and Price are at the safehouse. Nik went to pick them up. I got Rose Trisha with me." Agent Bishop informed them.

Ghost recognizes Rose's name as Johnny spoke a lot about them. So he spoke. "Which town they're from?"

"Trisha is from Moscow. So is Johnny." Bishop replied.

"... That's true." Ghost muttered. "Got medic on standby?" He asks the Agent.

"We do. Now open this door and let us help you." Miss Bishop tells them.

"Ghost! We can't trust them!" Gaz whispered. " They could be from them."

"Gaz. You said it yourself that Laswell need to go to the hospital." Ghost replied "we need her alive."

Roach stood up, he walks towards the door and takes stuff away from it.

"B-bisho- Bishop?" Kate tries to speak. "Sh-she'-s w-with u-us."Gaz lifts Kate's head.

"No. No don't speak take it easy." Gaz tells her, " the medics here soon." Ghost left to help Roach.

Bishop got in with the medics who rushed to Laswell and help her onto the gurney.

"Half of the base is damaged and some of them are still here." Bishop informs them. "One of you can go with Kate."

"I'll stay." Roach tells them. "I haven't been on a mission for a while."

"Guess I'll go with laws." Gaz walked away with Kate to the transport to the hospital.

Ghost took Roach to the helipad leaving the taking over the base back to Agent Bishop.

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I don't know why. I just wanna send you this.

they put the sergeants on harnesses cuz they're on time out

hanahaki part 3

(Soap- Purple, Simon- Red, Gary- Blue, Makarov- green, Price- Pink, Kyle- Orange)

Bishop got in with the medics who rushed to Laswell and help her onto the gurney.

"Half of the base is damaged and some of them are still here." Bishop informs them. "One of you can go with Kate."

"I'll stay." Roach tells them. "I haven't been on a mission for a while."

"Guess I'll go with laws." Gaz walked away with Kate to the transport to the hospital.

Ghost took Roach to the helipad leaving the taking over the base back to Agent Bishop.

The helicopter arrived and they got on. Killing the pilot and co-pilot as they were wearing the wrong uniform and took their seats and flew to where Soap and Price were.

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Soap knew the place well and struggled to carry the bleeding, passed out captain on his back. He made a stop at a coffee shop, placed the captain on a somewhat untouched sofa and searched for supplies. He searched the kitchen when he heard Price speak again. He ran back to him.

"Cap! Hang on." Soap helped the captain to sit up.

"Wh-what'-ss happening?" He tried to ask Soap.

"Makarov shot you and my comms are somewhat down and yours is broken. I carried you here." Soap replied. "Come on. Turn I gotta disinfect it." Soap didn't care that his accent is coming back.

Price tried to take off his vest and then turn, so Soap helped him out. Soap got tot the wound and cleaned it and put bandages on him.

"Bullet is still in there. Once we get back you need surgery. " He stood up to throw away the bloodied cottons and fabric. " Here. Put it on." He hands price a clean shirt he found.

Price took it. " I got a question for you." Soap hums a reply. "What's your real name?" Soap stopped and looks at Price.

"Why do you ask?" And came closer with bottles of water.

"Makarov called you Ivanka and I want to know why." Price took a bottle. "Before the others are going to question you."

Soap stayed silent for a bit. "Ivanka MacTavish." He replied to him. "Real's name Ivanka Machavish." (Accent! Btw)

Price looks a t him, eyes soft like a father's. Johnny looks away. Price then starts to feel like he's about to pass out again. Johnny took notice.

He helped Price to lay down. "Get some sleep. I'll wake you when we're leaving." He told him before John passed out for the second time that day.

Night fell and Soap woke up the captain for as they both got back onto the road to avoiding the enemy.

They got only a third of the path to the safehouse when Soap coughed the petals out, again.

"You need rest." Price tells his sergeant.

"The team needs you mo'e 'han me. Le's get our asses to the safe house." Soap replied and continued walking with Price.

They both walked and walked, talking about random subjects to entertain and keep the other awake. A few enemy solders were walking around looking for them two but died by Soap and Price's hands.

The sun was rising and they hid away in a abandoned hotel, Soap let Price sleep first as he is the most injured out of the two.

Ghost and Roach searched the places they been in the air and then they landed. They continued to search on foot.

The two found dead solders and a note book at some Café. Ghost recognized it as Soap's.

Near the notebook, there was blood and two empty bottles of water.

"They were here," Roach spoke. "Both alive."

"One dying. There's a lot of almost dried blood." Ghost pointed out. "Let's go. They might have not gone far." They continued to search for them as Nik flew around before going back to base for refill.

Price woke up to Soap coughing again but this time one month was up and to the petals there was blood.

"Soap-" Price put a hand on the other. "I'll take watch. No need to torture you longer." Soap relentlessly agreed and lied down to get some shut eye.

Price got worried for Soap. He knew how long it takes to kill one. He took his gun and watched the door and Soap for anything.

Price got worried for Soap. He knew how long it takes to kill one. He took his gun and watched the door and Soap for anything.

While Kate Laswell got taken to the hospital and into surgery, making Gaz wait for Kate's wife to arrive and for Kate to stay alive after the surgery. He called her wife and gave her the address.

They both stood worried waiting around the waiting room for a few hours before a doctor came in and asked for Laswell's wife. She replied by asking how she is and the man replied.

"I am truly sorry, but your wife is dead." The man gave them an apologetic look. " We tried everything. The trick you did, sergeant worked for a while, of it lasted a bit more, maybe she'd lived."

Laswell's wife hugged Gaz as she cried onto his shoulder.

"I guess I'll call Ghost and tell him." The doctor led them to where Kate's body is and waited outside so the two of them can have a moment.

Ghost sat down to where Soap probably sat at and gets a call. He answers it and puts it at his  ear.

"Ghost speak-" "Laswell's dead." Gaz spoke pushing back tears. "What?"  "She's dead, Simon." Gaz's voice bit more broken and sad. "She- she can't be."  "I'm sorry mate, but it's true." The Ghost hung up the call and looks at Roach.

Roach looks back to Simon with concern. "Laswell's dead..." Simon told him. "She's not- she-" Gary went to hug him as Simon cried, The non-physical Ghost mask broken on the floor with Roach's.

Them both knowing that Price and Soap has no idea of what just happened.

141 + konig, Alejandro, and Rudy with an S/O that has thick thighs

141 + koni, alejandro, n rudy with a s/o that’s got thickkk thighs

a/n: im so sorry for the delay in posts but i trust have sm to post yall don’t even worry

mainly cutesy stuff with some suggestive moments

john price loves how your thighs hug any pants you wear. he loves to keep a spare hand on them whenever he’s next to you, whether that is in a meeting or just relaxing on the couch. he believes that your thighs make your body just that much more perfect.

simon riley is obsessed with the shape of your thighs. he believes that they’re plush pillows that were made specifically for him to lay on. not even in a sexual way, he loves kissing up and down your thighs. the soft skin makes it a luxury experience for him.

johnny mactavish thinks your thighs are the best part of your body. of course he adores your face, but the way your thighs get bigger when you sit down, almost welcoming him to use them as pillows. he loves the way they grip around him when you’re on top.

kyle garrick believes being between your thighs is heaven on earth. in a sexual and non sexual manner. he loves sitting between your thighs and letting you stroke through his hair. he listens to you talk about your day but tends to get distracted by thinking about what your reaction would be if he flipped his head over.

könig LUUVSSSS how your thighs look in shorts. good lord omg. like you’ll just be walking around base and it takes everything in that tank of a man to not put you on the countertops and. i mean what omg lol. but he’ll also love up on you if you ever get self conscious about stretch marks, reassuring you it just adds to your perfections.

alejandro vargas is a slut for your thighs, sorry. the way they’re like the foundation of your body’s shape drives him insane. especially if you’re going out to an event and decide to wear a risqué dress, exposing the plush skin to everybody there. when you get home he’ll make sure to teach you a lesson.

rudy parra loves massaging your thighs. you’re not sure how it started. whenever he gets home from a particularly rough mission or if he just needs intimate time with you, he’ll make you lay down and allow him to massage them. it’s stress relieving for both you and him. rudy can’t help himself, not his fault your build is perfect.