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COD porn links part 2
You liked my porn links so I thought I'd search again
A/N: for these of you who Klick on it and say you're traumatised or complain it's porn, if it traumatisez you don't Klick on it lol
Johnny
It's okay by military law as long as I don't put it in , bonnie
Johnny has a foot fetish
Just Johnny being Johnny
John Price
He loves to make his wife wet
Your Captain isn't a soft lover
Price after you flirted with a recruite
Dryhumping Price
Kyle
Kyle loves you and your cunt
Romantic kyle
Tinder date with officer Kyle
Ghost
Virgin Simon
How your lieutenant likes to see you
That's 1000000% Simon Riley
Teaching his favourite rookie a lesson
König
Kortac is fine with frateenization
Königs big hand fingers you
König with his barracks bunny
Loser König
Extras:
That's so threesome with Johnny and Simon coded
Everyone is talking about Soap being this menace to society (like don't get me wrong, he absolutely is he's unhinged and cheeky. I love my Scotland forever trans dude to hell and back)
BUT I ALSO WANT TO TALK ABOUT KYLE "GAZ" GARRICK FOR A SECOND??? Like this man is CONSTANTLY making jokes and being an absolute bastard. Recon by fire? This mf is takin the absolute PISS outta Price and Laswell
EXAMPLE 1:
Gaz: Appears you can do math sir
Price: Gettin' cheeky are ya?
Gaz: Eh, just taking the piss, Captain.
EXAMPLE 2:
Price: You push forward to the lighthouse base, and I'll cover you from here
Gaz: Ah, my turn again sir.
LIKE THIS BASTARD IS SO CHEEKY AND I KNOW HIM AND SOAP GET ON SO WELL AND JUST ANNOY PRICE SO BAD I LOVE HIM
Everyone is talking about Soap being this menace to society (like don't get me wrong, he absolutely is he's unhinged and cheeky. I love my Scotland forever trans dude to hell and back)
BUT I ALSO WANT TO TALK ABOUT KYLE "GAZ" GARRICK FOR A SECOND??? Like this man is CONSTANTLY making jokes and being an absolute bastard. Recon by fire? This mf is takin the absolute PISS outta Price and Laswell
EXAMPLE 1:
Gaz: Appears you can do math sir
Price: Gettin' cheeky are ya?
Gaz: Eh, just taking the piss, Captain.
EXAMPLE 2:
Price: You push forward to the lighthouse base, and I'll cover you from here
Gaz: Ah, my turn again sir.
LIKE THIS BASTARD IS SO CHEEKY AND I KNOW HIM AND SOAP GET ON SO WELL AND JUST ANNOY PRICE SO BAD I LOVE HIM
I feel like Soap at random things as a kid.
Like there is no way he wasn't an ADHD ridden, completely unmediated, impulsive little fucker growing up. And when he was bored, he put things in his mouth. Clothes, his cross necklace, his fingers, a pencil/pen.. and on a few occasions, dirt. He ate dirt out of boredom ONCE, and decided "yeah this is yummy" and kept eating it. His mum was LIVID when she found out and dragged him to the doctor
He said it in passing to Gaz like "oh yeah no ah used to eat dirt when ah was a wee bairn" and it spread like WILDFIRE. Now every time they're on an op, someone always goes "Don't eat the dirt MacTavish, I know it looks tasty"
Needless to say, that's a good way to end up in the infirmary with a broken bone. Price finally shuts it down but not before asking "was the dirt at least bug free or did you need that extra bit of protein?"
I feel like Soap at random things as a kid.
Like there is no way he wasn't an ADHD ridden, completely unmediated, impulsive little fucker growing up. And when he was bored, he put things in his mouth. Clothes, his cross necklace, his fingers, a pencil/pen.. and on a few occasions, dirt. He ate dirt out of boredom ONCE, and decided "yeah this is yummy" and kept eating it. His mum was LIVID when she found out and dragged him to the doctor
He said it in passing to Gaz like "oh yeah no ah used to eat dirt when ah was a wee bairn" and it spread like WILDFIRE. Now every time they're on an op, someone always goes "Don't eat the dirt MacTavish, I know it looks tasty"
Needless to say, that's a good way to end up in the infirmary with a broken bone. Price finally shuts it down but not before asking "was the dirt at least bug free or did you need that extra bit of protein?"
cw// mentioned MCD, CODMW3 spoilers, (implied) self harm/self sabotage, [and op can't tag for shit bc he's in class]
Blue.
Ghost loved the colour blue for so many reasons. The sky, the ocean, the hydrangeas that grew outside his flat building. But he loved it the most because it was the colour of Soap's eyes.
Those high energy and effervescent blue eyes, they were the beginning of the end for Ghost. No matter when he looked, his Sergeant's eyes were always the same: Full of life and joy. The way the Scotsman's nose crinkled with every playful jab, how his lips would curl into a tight smirk.. Ghost loved it all, don't get him wrong. But he loved the way those crow's feet looked on the corners of Soap's eyes. And how they always drew attention back to them.
And because of Soap? He loved the colour blue more than anything.
But after that mission.. the day they lost Soap- no, the day he lost Johnny- because of fucking Makarov, was when the world started to seem darker. Despite his best efforts, Simon couldn't shake 141 off him. No matter how much he hurt them (or himself) they wouldn't leave. Price and Kyle said they understood, that they would be there, but they didn't understand. They COULDN'T understand what it was like. What Simon was going through. 141 lost Soap, but Simon lost his Johnny.
Simon hates the colour blue. Because it reminded him of Johnny.
cw// mentioned MCD, CODMW3 spoilers, (implied) self harm/self sabotage, [and op can't tag for shit bc he's in class]
Blue.
Ghost loved the colour blue for so many reasons. The sky, the ocean, the hydrangeas that grew outside his flat building. But he loved it the most because it was the colour of Soap's eyes.
Those high energy and effervescent blue eyes, they were the beginning of the end for Ghost. No matter when he looked, his Sergeant's eyes were always the same: Full of life and joy. The way the Scotsman's nose crinkled with every playful jab, how his lips would curl into a tight smirk.. Ghost loved it all, don't get him wrong. But he loved the way those crow's feet looked on the corners of Soap's eyes. And how they always drew attention back to them.
And because of Soap? He loved the colour blue more than anything.
But after that mission.. the day they lost Soap- no, the day he lost Johnny- because of fucking Makarov, was when the world started to seem darker. Despite his best efforts, Simon couldn't shake 141 off him. No matter how much he hurt them (or himself) they wouldn't leave. Price and Kyle said they understood, that they would be there, but they didn't understand. They COULDN'T understand what it was like. What Simon was going through. 141 lost Soap, but Simon lost his Johnny.
Simon hates the colour blue. Because it reminded him of Johnny.
1/4
Been into the MW reboot lately
“A new recruit? What do we would need a newbie for?”
“Soap, there's no use questioning it,the decision has been made months ago.Now quit bothering me.” Price is truly annoyed. Ever since he broke the news to his team,Soap has not stopped asking about why, when, how and for what reason this new teammate will arrive to the taskforce.
“Okay,Okay,I get it at least tell us where they’re from,I mean we need to work with them at the very best of our abilities and-“
“Johnny”
Finally, freedom and peace arrived in the menacing form of Lieutenant Simon “Ghost” Riley. Never, in his years of work had Price thought that peace and Ghost would occur in the same sentence within his thoughts. As he stood just a few meters away from his office,and the peaceful moments that he’d get by just getting through that door, Gaz came from behind.
“Captain,outside is -“
“what time is it Gaz?” Price asked in the most nice and calmest tone he could muster. Inside his chest panic rose, as he reminded himself of today's date. The recruit is coming today at exactly 16:15 pm
“Its 16:13, sir”
“Thanks Kyle, I need all of you to go. To your bunks,or the main hall,or somewhere else. Now.”
“Why?” again, Sergeant soap thought it was a good idea to talk again and so to break the last straw of his captain’s calmness.
“Ghost make sure this nuisance doesn’t get in my way with his stupid mouth today again, or he’ll gets to experience a whole week of outside recruitment training.Understood?”
With that Price turned on his heel and out of the sight of his teammates
“Fucking bloody muppets” he mutters as he made his way outside
“Great job, Soap.Now what?”
“I know we’re all thinking the same. So, Gaz , even if you don’t want to say it, Im going to say it.We’re going to follow him, obviously.”
Soap looked to his brothers, expecting a quick response,but none came.A minute of silence followed.
“Soap,no”
“C’mon L.t, I know you give more fucks about this as you let on,so if nobody’s going to stop me,I’ll be following my Captain.”
With that he to turned in a over dramatic way just as Price did three minutes ago, and got to follow his captain way outside.
“This godforsaken scottish bastard.A’right ill better follow him and get him back before the captain does, if anyone asks for me tell’em i’m dead or drunk. Thanks sergeant Garrick.”
And so Gaz now stood alone in front of his superiors office door , neither knowing how to react to the oder given or the situation that had just occurred, while he simply wanted to inform his captain of the helicopter sighted near the base. So, he decided, he will do as told by both his Lieutenant and Captain Price, staying right where he was and tell anyone who asked that the Captain is on his Period,Ghost is drunk and Sergeant McTavish turned feral.
A rather peaceful start for them, Garrick thought.
In the helicopter, a young man looked down at his wrist, the watch showing exactly 16:14.
In exactly one minute the helicopter should land,he’d get off his seat, take his duffel bag and backpack, depart the helicopter and meet the Task force 141, under command by the British army and the CIA. He would meet his new colleagues and captain, staying with them for a exactly three months before He would be seated in this exact position, back to his home country and comrades.in exactly 45 seconds he would be on time, he thought, in 46 he would be late.
He hated being late, he despised the thought of being where he was supposed to be even a millisecond late.He knew how much could change within a single minute or even second. His time out in the fields made it even mir obvious to him, how important it was to be accountable, accurate and quick. He dreaded the thought of being late, as he knew, the seconds one waste, may be the last of anothers life
How long are thirty seconds really?
He looked down at his watch, he laughed. It was a quick moment of bitter happiness filled by empty thoughts.
29…28….27
The Helicopter landing and the small ruckus of the helicopter as it touched the ground was the only thing he felt.
16:15 exactly on time, Second.
modern warfare roleplay :)
Hey! My name is Moon or Sun; either one is fine with me. I'm a 22-year-old female. Currently, I have some major brain rot for modern warfare, and I'm absolutely obsessed with Price or Captain Price. I'm extremely obsessed with him at the moment, and I really want to do an angsty and sweet roleplay with him and my OC.
I'm fine with doubling, and I prefer it. I'm most comfortable playing Köing, and anyone from Task Force 141 can do Graves, but fair warning, it may not be the best or most accurate because I haven't really played his character and I haven't looked into him to the point where I'm extremely ok playing him.
I've been roleplaying for about 5 or 6 years now, and I absolutely adore it. I usually write 2-4 paragraphs per response, and I'm happy to send a writing sample on request. I mainly use servers since I'm a sucker for organization and everything having its own spot, especially if we're doing a double I love being friends out of roleplay and sharing headcanons, music, TikTok's, and all of that if you're into that.
I only have about 2 or 3 requirements, and those are that you have to be 18+, because I do, and that this roleplay should include NSFW. The second is that you use Discord because I don't check Tumblr a lot, and I just prefer Discord. My last requirement is no one-liners, absolutely no one or two-liners, because they give me almost nothing to get off of, and they kind of kill any suspense we're building up. That's about it for my requirements.
My discord is down below. Please either DM me on here or Discord so we can talk about the plot and what it will include, especially the angst part. I hope to hear from you soon :)
sunmoon4098
wolf-hybrid!simon x bunny-hybrid!reader | pt2 to this
he did show you. it was so much warmer, than in your burrow.
it was easy to feel safe and warm enough, in his big arms, to eventually fall asleep. even if he was the hunter, your natural predator, you were basking in a warm hole, filled with his musk. your head went mush and fuzzy, eyes fluttering shut.
the wolf grinned and chuckled above you. what a silly bunny. your legs twitched, as you slowly went under. so compliant, no arguing when he took you, and you so easily went limp in his arms.
oh, you were going to be so much fun when the spring comes. maybe you'd be even more submissive, or on the other hand, maybe you'd get snappy. that'd be fun, simon thought.
he can already imagine the little bunny in heat, constantly rubbing against him, begging for a litter. if he feels nice, he might even give you one. simon smirks at the thought. such a sweet thing you are.
simon felt reluctant to leave. what if you ran? well, he would surely find you, after breathing your scent in so much. but still, it would be a lot of trouble, to track you, and catch you again. he didn't want to go through all of that trouble. he didn't want you to run.
simon signed. he had to find food. some meat for himself, and maybe some bark for you. but he knew that you didn't have a strong enough reason to stay. a warm den? you surely could find another one around. a mate? not really, he basically just snatched you up, against your will. maybe if you fought more, he would feel guilty. but this, this felt like a love story. he found you, brought you home, and here you are, sleeping in his den.
he did have time to linger and think. he did hunt best in the dark after all. simon breathed out again. whatever, he thought. you could run. he'd catch you, and bring you back. whatever.
simon sat up, leaving the bunny girl to lay there. he crawled out of the den, and made his way to the surface. the sun is setting, the rays creating shadows of the surrounding birch trees. the snowfall has stopped. it's so quiet and calm. the snow is beautifully set and hard surfaced, glistening in the light.
the wolf stood up, and began his search for food.
you felt disoriented. where were you? this isn't your burrow. your eyes slowly opened, drowsy, and confused. with a croaky groan, it hit you. where you were. why, and how.
you sniffed the air. the smell is so much lighter now. with a confused expression, you looked around the den. you're alone. huh?
why? where is he? is he hiding behind the opening, waiting to spook you and punish you, when you try to leave?
he's gone. it's your chance now. you can go, leave, run back home, to your burrow. the den is colder without his body pressed against you. it's almost as cold as your burrow. oh. it's warmer here. even without him.
it almost feels shameful to even hesitate leaving. you should! but you can't. you can't get yourself to crawl out and run for your life. how would he feel, coming back, into a empty den? a nest. that feels like an bad word. it's not your nest, not even your den. you're just... there.
why can't you leave? it's his fault, of course, he must've done something to you... are you feverish, why won't you run? maybe you're sick... running would only make that worse. and there's a perfectly good bed just under you.
you sighed. how pitiful. you laid back down. how embarrassing. but it felt so good, to just lay. don't you have a backbone? it would feel better if... it would be warmer. maybe even safer. if he was there. but is he even your protector. is this den a trap, why isn't he here?
thinking felt overwhelming. or maybe it was just the topic. but it felt exhausting. you should just not think. just lay there, and hope for his return. pathetic.
simon's hands were full of bark. he already ate his meal. he didn't want to bring anything bloody into the den, it would surely disturb you. if you even were still there.
simon scoffed. it's useless to assume. he doesn't know anything about you. maybe you're waiting behind the opening, a rock in hand, waiting for him to stick his head in, so you can punish him, for taking you.
he sniffed the air. nobody else is around. at least not around the hole in the hill. the snow's surface was untouched, not counting his own footprints. maybe you were still there. hopefully you were asleep. sweet, and compliant. maybe you were awake, desperately waiting for him to come back and keep you warm.
he almost smirked at his own fantasies. how silly. you already have him dreaming. oh, he is hooked, simon chuckled.
with hands full of bark, just for you, simon stood above the entrance of his den. might as well barge in. and so he did. simon crawled into his den. and there you were. still asleep. in his nest. the wolf felt proud. he kept you around. here he was, bringing you food, while you just slept. that's how it's meant to be.
simon dropped the bark in a corner of the den. he almost rushed. he wanted to cuddle up next to you, hold you in his arms, keep you warm, and protect you. at light speed, he had crawled next to you.
even in your sleepy state, he had managed to startle you. you're eyes narrowed open.
"go back to sleep, bun..." he softly murmured to you. with a tired nod of your head, you closed your eyes, and fell back asleep.
it made simon chuckle. you will never have a reason to complain again. you're his now, after all. his.
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TF141 does talent shows. Do with that information what you will
My brain is dead bc school started. But it’s also pumping hard on the procrastination train using COD
so, it’s training for the recruits and Ghost and Soap are in charge of it. It’s hot so the morning meeting is in a hanger instead of outside.
It’s going to be drills today but stopping at 10:30 and restarting again at 4:00, keeping the them out of the blistering heat in full gear to avoid heatstroke.
Ghost is wearing a short sleeve compression shirt today, a rarity for sure. So rare, Soap has never seen just that, always a jacket over and half way zipped.
And Soap is staring.
Directly at Ghosts chest.
It’s a beautiful chest and Soap just wants to lay his head on it. Ghost’s pecks are well sculpted and stand out just like the rest of his chest.
Ghost stops mid sentence and yells at soap, ‘you gonna share with the class or keep drooling on the floor.’
This earns a chuckle or two. Ghost smirks expecting he’s just embarrassed Soap.
The heat must’ve killed Soap’s brain and shame because, without missing a beat, he responds ‘you have huge breasts.’
The silence is deafening.
Soap quickly scrambles out of the hanger to anywhere. Hopefully he finds Price to save him, but the man could only do so much. Gaz would help him escape at least, the good man that he was. But he’d laugh at him first.
Back in the hanger, Ghost is left standing there in shock.
‘If you lot can keep him safe from me until 10:30, approximately 2 hours, I will give everyone the week off.’
Ghost had never seen so many soldiers run so fast and so in tune with each other.
But it didn’t matter.
Soap was DOOMED and they both knew it.
141+König and Nikolai
Just a little turned around.
Honestly, it wasn’t as if Y/N was defenceless.
It just so happened that on this one damn day, some asshole had managed to pickpocket her pouch. Not her wallet (that was back at the hotel), not her phone, just her money pouch, which contained the currency of the foreign country she was in. Being prepared and somewhat responsible, Y/N had only put in a day's worth of money into that pouch. In fact, it amazed her how he hadn't gone for her passport or even her phone. No, just the thing that would be most inconvenient for her.
Staring a hole into the ground, she pressed her fingertips to her forehead in an attempt to calm herself down and gather her thoughts. She had chased this slippery bastard all the way to this street where he turned the corner and into a dead end. Then he-, wait.
Y/N straightened up and her eyes darted around frantically. Where was she?
Nothing was familiar. A cafe on the cobbled stone street, a flower shop and a bakery. None of which she had seen before.
Wonderful, now, as well as having no money in a foreign country, she was bloody lost.
“Fuck me dead and sideways till Monday morning.” She huffed, while once again rubbing her forehead with her hand. Honestly, at this point, nothing could particularly get worse.
“That coul’ be arranged!” An accented voice called out from behind her. Scottish perhaps?
“Has a mouth on her.” Another replied in amusement while another voice just grunted in acknowledgement.
Y/N turned around to spit back a witty retort that quickly died on her lips.
“Uh..” She stuttered out intelligently.
Three men, each a prepossessing sight. One was wearing a cap, a blue denim jacket and some black jeans. He was brown eyed and dark skinned, nothing short of a model. His friend was leaning on him, crossed arms, a short mohawk, blue eyes, scruffy looking beard and a cheeky looking smirk. He donned a biker jacket with the small Scottish flag where his breast pocket would be and seemed to be wearing dog tags over his grey t-shirt. The last of them was a hulking man dressed fully in black, his face was obscured with a face mask akin to those of celebrities, however his presence was less of a star and more intimidating. Almost menacing. Maybe he was their bodyguard?
Y/N shook her head and replied,
“Yeah no thanks mate, I’ve got a bit on my plate at the moment, maybe in another life?” She nodded at the three before turning back around and walking towards the coffee shop.
“Oi, Bonnie, we can help ya if ya need. Besides, yer lookin' a bit peely wally.” The man with the mohawk called out.
“What the bloody hell are you on about mate.” Y/N asked, bewildered clearly not understanding the Scottish man's accent.
“ He thinks you look pale.” The large figure behind him rumbled helpfully.
Y/N blinked,
“Is he saying I look sickly?” She turned around and glowered at the man.
“No love, what we mean to say is, you look like you need some help?” The man with the baseball cap stepped forward carefully, as if not to spook her.
“Well, unless you’ve got a tracker dog, a body bag and a large metal pipe, I don't think you’re going to be much help to me.” She crossed her arms defiantly.
“Tha’ can be arranged bonnie.” The mischievous looking man grinned, stepping up while the man behind him followed while giving a non committal grunt.
“I’m Kyle, the annoying one is Johnny and that’s-”
“Simon.” The masked man grumbled while the other two threw a quick look at the third man.
She wrinkled her nose.
“Y/N, pleasure to meet you.” She nodded at the men before sighing, “Alright, I’m here for a holiday, trying to feel out if I wanna move out here for work. I was just takin’ a look around when some asshat came up and fell on me and grabbed my money pouch.” She spoke quickly, somewhat embarrassed that she was admitting to three strangers that she had been duped so easily.
“Ah lovie, unless you remember what he looks like or what he was wearin’ s’ gonna be hard for you to get it back. Do you remember how much you had in there?”
She shrugged, “It was meant to get me lunch and dinner before I checked out of my current hotel to find another one. The rest of the cash is in my hotel room.” She hung her head and sighed.
“Honestly I just need to find my way back and then I can sleep over things. I can skip a meal or two.”
“Gonny no dae that!” Johnny exclaimed, “Yer look like yer already skippin’ meals lass. We’ll take you to lunch and dinner! We got nothin’ ta do anyways!”
The one dressed in all black, Simon was it? Grunted out an agreement.
“You ain't gonna find much around here. You’re not far away from the military base.”
“Whaddya you say love? Let us show you around?” Kyle hummed, cocking his head akin to a begging puppy.
Y/N quirked her lips in thought. Would it be a smart move to let these strangers escort her around? Was she hungry enough to make a questionable decision?
“Well…”
“We’re not strange men, we promise miss.” The taller Brit offered.
“That's exactly what a strange man would say LT.”Johnny quipped, earning a light bonk on the head from the taller man.
Y/N shoulders relaxed when they saw the playful display of banter between the men. Surely this meant they were safe. Right?
NF and Ghost??? Hear me out
If you know NF you know his songs and how in those he alternates between himself and his "alternate". How it's a battle between them both.
This reminds me so much of certain fanfics with ghost and Simon. They are the same body but not the same person in those.
Like just make the connection. Sure NF and Ghost are two different situations in different ways but the alternate and just the fighting for control is just so similar to what I've read so far. Opinions?
Repost If ya wanna
if you find the motivation to so id definitely say continue it!! it’s so good and i love it so far!!
i love the way you write as well as the characterization btw‼️‼️
“A new recruit? What do we would need a newbie for?”
“Soap, there's no use questioning it,the decision has been made months ago.Now quit bothering me.” Price is truly annoyed. Ever since he broke the news to his team,Soap has not stopped asking about why, when, how and for what reason this new teammate will arrive to the taskforce.
“Okay,Okay,I get it at least tell us where they’re from,I mean we need to work with them at the very best of our abilities and-“
“Johnny”
Finally, freedom and peace arrived in the menacing form of Lieutenant Simon “Ghost” Riley. Never, in his years of work had Price thought that peace and Ghost would occur in the same sentence within his thoughts. As he stood just a few meters away from his office,and the peaceful moments that he’d get by just getting through that door, Gaz came from behind.
“Captain,outside is -“
“what time is it Gaz?” Price asked in the most nice and calmest tone he could muster. Inside his chest panic rose, as he reminded himself of today's date. The recruit is coming today at exactly 16:15 pm
“Its 16:13, sir”
“Thanks Kyle, I need all of you to go. To your bunks,or the main hall,or somewhere else. Now.”
“Why?” again, Sergeant soap thought it was a good idea to talk again and so to break the last straw of his captain’s calmness.
“Ghost make sure this nuisance doesn’t get in my way with his stupid mouth today again, or he’ll gets to experience a whole week of outside recruitment training.Understood?”
With that Price turned on his heel and out of the sight of his teammates
“Fucking bloody muppets” he mutters as he made his way outside
“Great job, Soap.Now what?”
“I know we’re all thinking the same. So, Gaz , even if you don’t want to say it, Im going to say it.We’re going to follow him, obviously.”
Soap looked to his brothers, expecting a quick response,but none came.A minute of silence followed.
“Soap,no”
“C’mon L.t, I know you give more fucks about this as you let on,so if nobody’s going to stop me,I’ll be following my Captain.”
With that he to turned in a over dramatic way just as Price did three minutes ago, and got to follow his captain way outside.
“This godforsaken scottish bastard.A’right ill better follow him and get him back before the captain does, if anyone asks for me tell’em i’m dead or drunk. Thanks sergeant Garrick.”
And so Gaz now stood alone in front of his superiors office door , neither knowing how to react to the oder given or the situation that had just occurred, while he simply wanted to inform his captain of the helicopter sighted near the base. So, he decided, he will do as told by both his Lieutenant and Captain Price, staying right where he was and tell anyone who asked that the Captain is on his Period,Ghost is drunk and Sergeant McTavish turned feral.
A rather peaceful start for them, Garrick thought.
In the helicopter, a young man looked down at his wrist, the watch showing exactly 16:14.
In exactly one minute the helicopter should land,he’d get off his seat, take his duffel bag and backpack, depart the helicopter and meet the Task force 141, under command by the British army and the CIA. He would meet his new colleagues and captain, staying with them for a exactly three months before He would be seated in this exact position, back to his home country and comrades.in exactly 45 seconds he would be on time, he thought, in 46 he would be late.
He hated being late, he despised the thought of being where he was supposed to be even a millisecond late.He knew how much could change within a single minute or even second. His time out in the fields made it even mir obvious to him, how important it was to be accountable, accurate and quick. He dreaded the thought of being late, as he knew, the seconds one waste, may be the last of anothers life
How long are thirty seconds really?
He looked down at his watch, he laughed. It was a quick moment of bitter happiness filled by empty thoughts.
29…28….27
The Helicopter landing and the small ruckus of the helicopter as it touched the ground was the only thing he felt.
16:15 exactly on time, Second.
141 + konig reactions to seeing reader in thigh highs?
141 n koni babys reaction to seeing u wearing thigh highs
nsfw under cut you’ve been warned
john price is a simple man. even old fashioned, if you will. so he does what any normal man would do. sat you on the bed and began kissing down your thigh all the way to your ankle. savoring how beautiful your skin looked in the elegant fabric. he eventually began leaving sloppier kisses against your inner thighs. by the time he got to your dripping heat, the lacy garments were off.
simon riley basked in the sight for about a minute before tearing them off. something about how gorgeous your thighs looked drove him insane. your legs are fully spread apart, taking his full length as if your life depended on it. while tears are forming at your eyes due to his sheer size, he scolds you. he scolds you for wearing such a slutty thing, basically asking to get ravaged.
johnny mactavish tried his best to ignore the fact you had been walking around your shared kitchen in nothing but his t-shirt and a pair of white thigh highs. the way the delicate material wrapped around your thighs made his cock twitch needily. you stood over the countertop making a simple lunch for your boyfriend, johnny let his arms snake around your waist and let his hands wander. he began softly humping you through his sweatpants, whining for you to come to the bedroom.
kyle garrick tried his hardest to pretend he didn’t notice that sexy lingerie sitting atop of your thighs. but he did. he noticed it all. the way you shuffled between him and the coffee table when the two of you were watching a movie, ass moving right across his face. the way you had sat on his lap while texting your friends back, ignoring the way his throbbing dick was proding against you. he eventually gave in. bending you over the sofa and softly lecturing you about how it’s naughty to tease him all day while wearing tight lingerie around the house.
poor könig couldn’t contain himself for that long. the way your thighs looked so perfect killed him. he pulled you onto his lap facing him. whining about how you made him so needy by wearing something so cute. he used giant hands to rock your hips back and forth on his hard length, leaning down to your ear whispering about how he’s fuck you stupid while watching the lacy fabric hug your plump thighs
I'm feeling bored and want to be more consistent with posting every day/ every other day so...
omg the serial killer idea - so, serialkiller!reader who was part SAS and their callsign was baba yaga. they left military life after a traumatic event - idk maybe someone in their family was murdered - and went to live the john wick lifestyle 😵💫😵💫
See this is a whole new idea. Different from my initial serial killer! reader, but I like this!
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Serial killer! Reader was a former SAS member enlisted with Kyle
Serial Killer! Reader was accused of being a spy and tortured for a month straight losing their mind
Serial Killer! Reader who was left physically deformed across their face and entire body and half dead
Serial Killer! Reader who was found innocent and the military swept this crime under the rug and sent you to a mental hospital
Serial Killer! Reader who begins to spiral and breaks out of the hospital and use their training to hunt down the SAS members that tortured them
Serial Killer! Reader travels the world and join a well know PMC under a fake identity wearing all black to hide their scars
Serial Killer! Reader who Compartmentalizing their life to before and after. That their are “two” people inside them (not DID but a mental condition to justify their action
Serial Killer! Reader killed three of the ten SAS members before 141 is contacted
Serial Killer! Reader goes after 141 because Ghost was one of the SAS there (he didn’t participate but was there)
Serial Killer! Reader who traps them in a room and force them to pick who would die
Serial Killer! Reader who is best by Laswell and Shadow Company
Serial Killer! Reader who escape into the night a fugitive to the law