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John reminds Nikolai of an ocean.

He'll make the comparison to dazzingly blue eyes but he keeps the truth tucked between two ribs, away from sight.

There are corpses in the midst, bloated and forgotten along the ocean floor. Occasionally, someone will toss a body over the side of the boat, and they'll join the cemetery of the nameless below.

Despite the calm of the water, something darker always lurks underneath, ready to drag an unsuspecting under it's depths. People see it's surface and make the assumption that safety is a given, approaching the tides with confidence. They're drowning is slow. Throat raw as they choke around the water that seems intent on finding a home in their lungs, eyes stinging as they thrash and fight a force that's godly in it's vigour.

He flows through life with a fluidity that is beyond practice. Places himself in front of a gun with smooth precision, the calm before the storm.

And at the echoing thunder of those he leads, he drags them off a cliff onto the rocks below. Backs broken, blood spilt and yet the water stays blue.

Above all, Nikolai opens his arms, and John floods his every sense.

Ghost: disrespect abounds here

"I wanna be like you when i grow up" "You wanna be better than me, Johnny"

How does Ghost see himself compared to Soap?

More of Kyle "Gaz" Garrick because I can't stop drawing him.

I couldn't decide on one angle so u get both :)

Price is fighting for his life to stay my number one rn.

Fellas, what do we think about OCs that are just self inserts? Asking for no reason...

Microwave. Sandersides soon, I'm just rotten about the 141 rn.

Have a Ghoap postm3 recover doodle as a reward.

Fic idea where it’s Soap and Gaz, who very quickly after joining Task Force 141, realized they were unequivocally, indisputably and irrefutably in love with their superiors. So they make a plan to charm them.

Except their targets are:

John “I don’t need therapy I need retirement” Price

and

Simon “if you feel nothing you lose nothing” Riley

Idea! Autistic Ghost and a Price who over the years has tried to get him stimming properly.

Like Simon used to get yelled at bare minimum if he stimmed, so naturally he suppressed it

Meanwhile over the years price has been subtly encouraging stims, trying to get Simon unmasking

Like Simon running his fingers along like a vest that price had, enjoying the texture and price is just like... He can have that, I'll get a new one

Or tired Simon making a stimmy noise without thinking and price doesn't question it just like "Mhm yeah"

Bird hybrid!Gaz, tending to a little thing with a broken wing. (Might have been his fault when trying to catch the darling thing) Feeding the agitated little thing and cooing gently, even as their feathers are ruffled and bristled up on the one good wing. The other splinted and resting gently on a pile of pillows and commandeered bedding from the other men. He's been wanting a little mate after all.

@goatgoesmbe @xxundeadfanboixx

"If tampons should be free, then so should my diabetes meds."

Yes? Yes they should be? Your life-saving medication that you need in order to live for a condition you were born with should be given to you at no cost?

Here me out (mentions of pregnancy) From the moment Simon put a ring on your finger, you’ve been bent over every surface in the house. kitchen counter, dining table, even the washing machine mid-spin (i make myself laugh LOL) So it’s no surprise you ended up knocked up. Honestly, it was kind of the point. He wanted to see you like this. Full. Round. Swollen with his baby.

Now, months later, your back aches, your belly's heavy and your husband’s hands are right there, soothing, lifting, holding you together with a kind of reverence that makes your knees weak.

Because if it was his goal to get you like this… then it’s his job to take care of you now that you are.

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From the moment Simon put that ring on your finger, he made a quiet, devastating promise with his body as much as with his words.

You’d been bent over every surface in the house. The kitchen counter, hallway wall, the back of the couch, his lap in a dining chair, gasping his name into the crook of his neck, legs trembling while he kept you right there.

It was no surprise, really, that you ended up pregnant.

He'd wanted it. Wanted you round and full with it—his. Not out of ownership, but out of something deeper. Legacy. Healing. The need to build something softer than the war-torn world he came from.

Now, months later, your belly swelled gloriously with the proof of all that want. His want.

And tonight, it hurt.

Your back screamed from the weight, pressure clinging low and stubborn as you leaned over the kitchen counter in the dim glow of the fridge light. You were trying not to cry, not to wake him. But Simon always knew.

You heard his footsteps before you felt him, that quiet shuffle down the hall. And then—

“Back again?” came the rasp, sleep-heavy and warm behind you.

You nodded without turning. “It’s… too much tonight. I can’t get comfortable. I feel like she’s pulling my spine apart.”

Simon stepped closer, hands coasting over your hips, then around to your belly. He didn’t ask, just moved with quiet knowing, slipping his hands beneath the curve of your stomach and slowly lifting the weight off your aching back.

Your knees buckled slightly from the release, from how the ache dissolved under his touch. A long, broken sound fell from your lips, something between a sigh and a whimper and you melted into him completely.

“Oh my God,” you exhaled, your head tipping back to his shoulder. “Simon…”

Simon didn’t say anything at first, just held the weight of you both in his hands. His lips pressed to your temple, then down to your cheek.

“You carry her all day,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to the crown of your head. “Let me carry you.”

Your heart ached in the best way as he held you there, hands beneath your belly, supporting all the strain, all the pain. You let yourself sag into his body, trusting him completely.

“You’re so good to me,” you whispered, arms curling back around his waist.

Simon was quiet for a beat, his voice soft as velvet when it came. “You gave me a home I didn’t know I wanted. You gave me this…” His hand splayed gently across the side of your belly, where your daughter shifted softly beneath the skin. “I’d do anything for you.”

The silence that followed was heavy with love. The kind that needed no words.

Eventually, he helped you back to bed, slow and careful, cradling your body like a sacred thing. And when you curled into his chest, belly pressed to his side, you swore you heard him whisper thank you into your hair.

Like he still couldn’t believe he got to have this. Got to have you.

boyfriend hoodie!!

"spam like = blocked" if you spam like me i am going to cast 1000 protection spells on you so nothing bad happens to you ever

riley: [barking]

price: simon, please make riley stop

ghost: [starts barking too]

riley: [barks back]

ghost: he says he won't

price:

price: this base is a fucking nightmare

Soap makes a great body pillow for our special big stressed guy + Emotional Support Sergeant but make it sleeby times

a world without trans people has never existed and never will

prints

UNITED IN GRIEF

"I HOPE YOU FIND SOME PEACE OF MIND IN THIS LIFETIME" I've always liked the idea that Price gets nightmares from the previous timeline, being the only one left by the end.

MDNI 18+

mind is currently fuzzy and thinking about how god damn big simon is, and the struggles he would experience trying to fit his fat cock in your small cunt. “fuck luvie, need you stretched out just for me yeah?” his voice thick with arousal as his long fingers abused your cunt, completely slick and glistening as your cunt made the most lewd sounds from your soppy hole. “need my sweet girl all prepped for daddy yeah?” his gaze never leaving yours as you hiccuped, cheeks flushed with your hair stuck to your forehead, your legs bouncing as his fingers abused your cunt. it was adorable how you were making such a god damn mess and he hasn’t even fucked your cunt with his cock yet. god, he was going to ruin you.

once you were finally stretched out enough for simon’s liking, he gently rubbed his cock along your cunt, lubricating it with your arousal. “see this sweetheart? it’s gonna be deep inside you,” his cock messily rubbing around your cunt, his fat tip gently nudging inside you. “too big,” you whined as your face scrunched up from a slight burn from the stretch. simon let out a low tut, shaking his head as he watched a small bulge appear in your stomach, your cunt stretched out to accomodate to his size. “you can take it baby, but stretch,” he cooed as he slowly adjusted, “just a little bit more yeah?” his large calloused hands gently rubbing the sides of your body. a low hiss escaped his lips as you clenched around him, despite how you soaked his cock, your inner thighs glistening from your arousal alone, you gripped around him desperately, his cock barely fitting in. fully inside you as his fat tip nudged against your sweet spot.

simon’s ego swelled watching your small cunt squeeze him in, “you feel that baby?” his tone soft as he gently squeezed around the small bulge, “all for you.”

tiny task force

me holding a gun to a mushroom: tell me the name of god you fungal piece of shit

mushroom: can you feel your heart burning? can you feel the struggle within? the fear within me is beyond anything your soul can make. you cannot kill me in a way that matters

me cocking the gun, tears streaming down my face: I’M NOT FUCKING SCARED OF YOU

ao3 turns 15 today

reblog if youre older than ao3

(there's a lot of people asking about this, but the legal age to use social media is 13, except in few countries. so yes, there are people here under 15)

soap, somewhere in the base: "CAPTAIN GARRICK IN THE HOUSE!!!"

it really is crazy how quickly people were willing to just let chatgpt do everything for them. i have never even tried it. brother i don't even know if it's just a website you go to or what. i do not know where chatgpt actually lives, because i can decide my own grocery list.

bring back tumblr ask culture let me. bother you with questions and statements

Some Price requests for Night Fairy & Bayeis 🤍🫡

Shadowplay 🌤️

i can't do this anymore! i mean i can, and i will, obviously. but i can't fucking do this anymore!

Ghost, Farah and Gaz

Ao3 does not need an algorithm, you're just lazy

Ao3 does not need a 1-5 star rating system, you just want to bring down authors writing for FREE

Ao3 does not need automatic censorship, it is an archive, therefore anything can be posted

Writing or reading about something illegal does not mean the author nor the reader condones it, if that were true, you could never read a story involving anything negative

Purity culture is ruining fan culture and you all are fucking annoying