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TW-Possessiveness, Semi-public fingering

Everyone thinks that Soap or Price would be the most possesive teammate on the 141 but really it would be Gaz.

The way he he’d drape his jacket over your shoulders when he sees anyone looking at you. He’d stare down the man pulling you closer to him as you snuggle into his arms. He’d leave his shirts and accessories at your home with the hope that you wear it out.

Eventually in your relationship you would be invited to have a pint or two with his teammates. You happily accepted wanting to meet the men he trusts his life with. Immediately you go to look for some outfits to wear but he stops you holding up his sweatshirt with his last name printed on the back.

“You should wear this babe it’ll be much more comfortable”, he says with a soft smile.

You smile happy knowing that he wants you to be comfortable, that you don’t have to dress up for him but theres much more to it than that. His mates have seen many photos of his darling but he needs to show them who you belong to.

When the two of you arrive at the bar he has his hand firmly on your hip as he introduces his friends to you. Their eyes are all on you, you’re more pretty than in person. Kyle sits next to John in the small booth and insists that you sit on his lap, smirking at Johnny across the booth.

The conversations between you and the others are pleasant not seeing Kyles glares at the men, especially Soap. You never once leave Kyles side and as you speak you feel his hands massaging your thigh. As the night goes on you feel his hand slowly go higher and higher, you slap his hand not wanting to make the men at the table uncomfortable.

You whip your head towards Kyle whispering in his ear,

“Watch your hand Kyle”

“I just want to make you feel good love, ‘sides I bet my mates would love a show from you”

“Theres people here we cant do this in public!”

“Look ‘round theres no one here beside the bartender and he’s busy on his phone. Let me make you feel good yeah?”

Before you’re able to protest his hand drifts below your pants and his finger finds your clit softly rubbing it in circles. Your head leans back as you sigh in pleasure, he lowers to nip at your neck.

“Gonna be a good girl for me babe and show them how good you are f’me?”

You look up and see there eyes boring into you, entranced by the thought of seeing you come undone before their very eyes. Ghosts eyes are clouded with a haze of lust, Johnny is practically salivating, and Prices face is flushed.

Price leans over to you putting a hand on your thigh.

“C’mon love give us a show, I know you’ve been treating your boy well. We wan’t to see what got him so worked up”

Kyle grabs Johns hand tightly looking him dead in the eyes.

“Captain, as much as I respect you don’t touch my girl.”

John looks a little surprised but nods giving him a smile.

“An’ that goes for all of you, look don’t touch”

Johnnys eyes open wide ready to object but Kyle cuts him off.

“No if ands or buts Mactavish. Your not touching my girl, so either leave the booth or sit there and enjoy the view”

You’ve never seen Kyle so possessive over you in your whole relationship but you find it so sexy. You bite your lip in an attempt to stop the moan coming out of your mouth. Kyles full attention goes back to you, his hands slowly move down your stomach.

“You like that hm? You like that your mine yeah?”

“Mhm I do”, you say shakily feeling his hand work your clit again.

“Good girl, are you gonna sing for me baby?”

A moan cuts off your answer as his fingers start to go faster. Your head starts to feel fuzzy at the pleasure building up in your body but suddenly it stops. You whine at the loss and look up at him saddened but he only tuts in response.

“You need to answer me baby, show me that your a good girl”

“Yes, yes, fuck I-I will!”

You gasp as his fingers start to move yet again. Moans fall from your lips not caring about how loud you are now enjoying the pleasure that your boyfriend is giving you.

The men around you palm their cocks over their pants watching you writhe in his lap. You couldn’t care about them totally focused on Kyle only. Kyle only smiles seeing that your lost in pleasure. His fingers leave your clit and stars teasing your hole.

“Johnny you need to find a girl like mine.”

You gasp feeling his fingers enter you, your head feels so fuzzy falling deeper into pleasure. You rest your head on his shoulder moaning as you feel his fingers drag against your walls.

“Shes so sweet and soft, you keep finding your ‘bonnie’ at bars and clubs but thats not a place where you can find a girl you can keep”

A warmth starts building up in your stomach feeling your orgasm quickly approaching. Kyles fingers thrust faster as he feels your walls start to tighten.

“You gonna cum baby hm? Tell me whos making you cum, tell me whos the only that can make you feel like this”

“You! You Kyle you’re making me feel so fucking good oh my god! Fuck!”

“Cum for me baby”

Your orgasm hits you, your vision is filled with white, your breath is shaky feeling fully satiated.

“Good girl”

Kyle kisses your temple slowly slipping out his fingers, you whimper from the stimulation slouching against his chest. Kyle takes his fingers coated with your slick into his mouth moaning at the taste. He licks the slick off his fingers as the others stare it him in shock and jealousy.

“You doin ok love?”

“Mhm, I’m ok but I want more baby”

“Your insatiable love”, Kyle says with a gentle chuckle.

He gently lifts you in his arms out of the booth ready to get home to give you everything you need.

“Alright then, I’ll see you next week mates I gotta take care of my darling girl here”

You giggle a little still feeling fuzzy from your orgasm.

“It was nice meeting you boys”

With that Kyle walks out with you in his arms ready to ravage you when you get home.

I met my new therapist today and 20 minutes in of talking about myself she helped me get an appointment for an autism diagnosis. I didn't get to tell her about my COD and Marble Hornets hyperfixations because we ran out of time doing intake :(

Firm believer that if Soap and Gaz ever had wives they'd be best friends and do that "we're military wives, of course-" tiktok trend.

Johnny 'Soap' MacTavish is definitely the type of guy to still use that Love Tester game from the last 2000s because his sisters use it and he thinks it's real.

(This one specifically:)

So he put his and Simon 'Ghost' Rileys name in it and when it pops up as 99% he sitting there giggling like a lovesick school girl in the common room while Ghost sits next to him

Soap: see tha' LT?

Ghost: that's the stupidest thing ever

Soap:

Ghost:

Soap:

Ghost: now do Alex and Farah-

Simon "I'm a vampire so I'm a monster" Riley

&

Johnny "Then call me a monster fucker" MacTavish

Respectfully💅

Yeah, you say "I love you" but the vampire!JohnPrice I'm writing about says:

“You are my everything… you are the sun to my midnight. The joy to my pain. The breath to my heartbeat…. You are mine.”

😒

Y/N: *making random noises and whistles*

Soap: whoa, that's some sick beat boxing.

Ghost: that's tourettes.

TF141 BRAIN ROT TF141 BRAIN ROT TF141 BRAIN ROT TF141 BRAIN ROT-

Okay LISTEN-

I'm a southerner. Got the whole accent and some slang, though I sometimes hate it and put on my northern mask to hide it. But it slips up. SO.

Southern!reader in the 141.

Southern!reader having everyone under the assumption they're from up north in the states, not the south.

Southern!reader just chilling at base, getting a cup of (whatever you drink) and dropping the cup by accident.

Southern!reader just straights up loses their northern accent, going to their southern ways and cussing up a storm.

"Son of a fucking bitch, ain't that a bunch of bullshit.", in the MOST southern accent.

You thought Philip Graves had a souther accent? Oh honey, southern!reader could DRAG him.

Everyone looks their way, faces of confusion and shock. (Besides Ghost, his face aside from his eyes are hidden under his balaclava)

So the secret is out.

No more hiding your natural accent (at least not all the time)

But if you get upset? Oh boy, the boys know better than to not use their manners.

As soon as that accent is out they're ALL trying to figure out what they did wrong and IMMEDIATELY get ready for an apology, preparing for an ear full.

Are you upset? No. You're just wanting to speak normally.

Southern!reader gets John 'I'm not a force to reckon with when I'm being serious' Price to BACK DOWN.

If Price gets in trouble, even over something as simple as smoking inside his office without the window open, he basically FOLDS when southern!reader scolds him.

That man fears one thing and one thing only, his southern soldier who can curse more than a sailor and whose attitude can go from 0 to 1000 in the blink of an eyes.😔

(My brain is charged from the brain rot and too much caffeine, take this as an offering for my PLATONIC love my baby birds, hope you have a good day/night/afternoon/evening❤️)

(AND DRINK YOUR WATER, STAY HYDRATED)

I am, in fact, processing another wave of baby fever though I am in fact not currently fertile

So have some "the baby said their first words" moments with four of my fav boys :) (I will absolutely update later with Alejandro and Rudy but my brain is itchy with Gaz, Soap, Ghost, and Price rn)

Price:

You and Price have been married for five years, dated for two. You ended up having a baby boy (adoption, surrogate, or personal pregnancy whichever you prefer) which you, of course, named "John" aka John JR (aka JJ). Price was currently on leave, taking his time with his lovely spouse and their baby boy. As you sit in the living room in your house, Price holding little JJ and you sitting next to them, you couldn't help but record the cuteness of Price being an absolute father as he played with JJ. JJ was sitting up in Price's arms, babbling away and soaking up all the attention. Until...

"Dada"

You and Price both freeze, taking a few seconds to process what just happened. The room erupted with excitement. Price was grinning ear to ear, cheering his boy on. You were in both awe and shock. Your baby boy said his first word. Price was ecstatic. And the fact you got it on camera made it so much better. He definitely rubbed it in your face for days.

Or if you are also the father, you both celebrated by showing off the video to anyone who had eyes.

Ghost:

You and Ghost ended up having a girl. (GHOST GIVES OFF GIRL DAD ENERGY CHANGE MY MIND) A girl which you had named Diana. Ghost was getting ready to leave to go on a mission, one that will keep him away for possibly weeks, so he was trying to take his time with his lovely spouse and their beautiful little girl. You were holding Diana, gently rocking her in your arms as Ghost was giving her kisses on the head. Diana had started to fuss a little.

"Baba"

You laughed a little, mostly out of shock, as Ghost stood there dumbfounded. "She did not just say 'baba'.", He uttered in disbelief. You nodded, still giggling and giddy. "She's hungry, she wants a bottle.", you defend, trying to keep your grin back. Ghost picked her up out of your arms, holding her close, "You meant to say 'dada', right baby girl? Dada." Diana babbled a little. "Baba.", she repeated (more like corrected). Ghost scowled a little. "No, dada." "Baba." You were practically pissing yourself with all your laughter, having to hold onto the wall for support. Ghost was desperately trying to get your little girl to say his name. In the end, he did end up going on his mission. The first week in he had gotten a video message from you of Diana. In the video Diana was outside in the back garden, messing with the small patch of flowers and repeatedly saying "dada". At least it was her second word, right?

Gaz(my beloved):

Gaz LOVED being a father. Every second of the day he was preaching to the team about how his babies (twins, two boys named August and Lenux) were getting bigger every day. If he wasn't talking about their growth, he was showing off pictures you send of them at the park or making a mess during their dinner. You had decided to pay a surprise visit on base, bringing the twins with you and carrying them in your arms. You had a mischievous grin as you walked up to a surprised looking Gaz. "Kyle, they did it.", you informed. His face twisted in confusion, "did what?" You look at the twins as Gaz took Lenux, giving you an extra arm. "Boys, tell daddy what you said.", you urged. Gaz's face lit up. August, the little trouble maker, started to laugh. He was the first to repeat himself, "kitty!" Lenux clapped his hands a little. "Kitty!", he added. Their first words were kitty. Why? Because the neighborhood cat had paid them a visit, so they decided to use it as an excuse to speak. Gaz laughed. He was over the moon at hearing his boys speak. "Kitty, huh? I'll take it.", He snickered. And for weeks after that, he was going on and on to anyone who would listen about how his boys had said their first words. Eventually, Ghost got him to calm it down by bribing him with pictures of his own baby, Diana. The two traded baby pictures to show their spouses quite frequently.

Soap:

Johnny 'Soap' Mactavish is a good man. Never one to actually face fear without a determination set in his mind. He doesn't scare too easily. Except when it comes to his spouse, who has more than once scolded him for cursing around the baby. A baby girl named Josephine. You didn't agree on a name in time when the baby had arrived, so when you had her in your arms Laswell took the liberty of giving the baby a name herself. It was endearing though, and a beautiful name, so no hard feelings. Soap has a dirty mouth. One that gets him in trouble both at home and on base. So as he was feeding little Josephine while you were washing the dishes, he had accidentally dropped the spoon. He let out a quick "fuck" before bending down to pick it up. Josephine watched him.

"Fuck.", was what she repeated.

Soap froze. His veins turned cold. As the water from the sink turned off, he nearly jumped out of his skin. "Johnny.", you deadpan. Soap stood up with the fallen spoon, slowly looking at you. You had a spray bottle at the ready, a scowl on your face. "Did I just hear our daughters first word?" He gulped nervously, knowing he was on big trouble. But at the same time he was fighting back his laughter, biting his bottom lip to hide his grin. "Fuck.", is what little Josephine decided to add to the conversation. You quickly sprayed with the spray bottle Soap, getting closer. "You and that dirty mouth of yours!", you scolded. Soap couldn't help but cackle, trying to protect himself with his hands from the water being sprayed on him. "I didn't mean to! I swear!", he defended, choking on his laughs. "You're lucky I don't put soap in your mouth!" After the laughter died down and you stopped spraying him, you both go back to your duties. Soap leaned in close to Josephine, kissing her soft forehead. "That's ma girl.", He whispered. "Johnny!", you huff.

(Hope you enjoyed my brainrot of the 141 boys with some cute baby interactions. Baby fever is no joke, it needs to leave me >:(. Have a good day, my baby birds❤️)

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I want to make a dry humping joke.

i love simon so bad, i start dry heaving when i think about him

When I tell you I was pissing my pants laughing at this.

“This wallpaper is so cute, we could live here” ME IN A NUTSHELL I have ADHD (I’m medicated for it) but when I’m off it this is me 😭

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imagine noticing königs belt missed a loop and so you go down on your knees in front of him and fix it, and when you stand back up he’s like blushing and panting 😮‍💨

Ah yay! My first request I’m so happy! It’s been years since I’ve written anything, but I’ve come out of retirement so I welcome anything

You’re the supply clerk for KorTac, you provide everything from pens to ammo magazines. Since you’re so articulate & organized nothing gets past you. König had walked in to return some of the extra unused ammo magazines he had signed out. He was incredibly stealthy on the battlefield & oozed confidence whenever he was behind his rifle. But women especially beautiful women much like yourself made him freeze up. Due to his experiences as a child, & teen he never went through the awkward dating phase. You were catching up on some book keeping when he walked in.

“Guten Tag fräuline,” he greeted as he walked in. You looked up from your tablet & smiled at him.

“Good morning König,” you greeted back & walked up to the counter. “What can I do for you?”

His breath hitched as he saw you looking at up at him. He was always used to people staring up at him due to his height. But there was just something about those big glossy doe like eyes. He gulped & tried to piece words in head to form a sentence. You beat him to the punch before he could even get the sentence out.

“Oh I see you’re returning the magazines!” You said pointing to the three magazines he held in his hand. As you pointed, you had noticed his tactical belt was missing a loop. “König, did you know you’re missing a belt loop?” Feeling like he was caught with his pants around his ankles he shook his head. “Well let me help you silly.” You said & walk around the counter. Before he could even react you were already on your knees undoing his belt to fix the missing loop. You couldn’t tell due to the sniper hood but he was wide eyed & his cheeks were flushed. Once you got the belt off, you readjusted his pants & started to feed his belt back through the loops. König was trying to prevent the growing erection that was happening maybe an inch away from your face. You obliviously didn’t even notice. When you went go & buckle the belt you felt a strong hand reach down to stop you. You looked confused as he pulled you to your feet. He grabbed your hand & put it on his crotch. Eyes widening you bore into the eye holes of his sniper hood.

“Y- you have absolutely no idea what you do me schatz, do you?” He stammered.

“What makes you think I don’t know?” You replied with a smirk. “Why don’t I show you?” You said as you got back down on your knees. He started to pant & breath heavily as you undid his zipper. Both did the both of y’all show each other the importance to boost morale for your fellow service members.

Captain John Price Headcannons

A/N: these are as realistic as I can make ‘em about to be, all of the headcannons I have are inspired by my personal experiences living on a military base & the experiences I’ve had with foreign military (even the Brits, playing cards against humanity with them was interesting)

Captain John Price x F! Reader

• You & Price met through Laswell, you were her intern turned assistant you had gone to college for international relations

• Your intelligence sparked his interest, Laswell had to do a whole presentation on their Task Force should interact with the women in some of the countries they completed missions in

• He was fully attentive & took notes the entire time

• When Price had asked you to dinner it took you by surprise initially, you were oblivious to his small gestures

• He’d bring you coffee, always visit you at least once a day, & would offer to carry your bag into the office

• He took you to a nice little Italian restaurant

• He opened the car door, made you walk on the inside of the street, pulled you chair out etc.

• His parents & grandparents raised him to be a proper gentleman

• He ordered the nicest wine for the both of you

• Afterwards, you guys walked around & just chatted, the conversation flowed beautifully

• When he drove you home he walked you to your door & you kissed him goodnight, once you closed the door he had a shit eating grin

• That following Monday a giant bouquet of roses sitting on your desk with a sweet note from him

• He’s so sweet on you, a true gentleman

•He found out how much you loved dogs & gifted you a golden retriever puppy

• You cried when he gifted the puppy to you

• After a year & a half of being together he proposed to you

• He used the Diamond from his grandmothers ring as your center stone, & he spent months with a jeweler custom making

• Laswell knew the entire time while he was planning the proposal & the ring

• Your wedding was a winter one the week after Christmas so everyone was able to take leave

• Soap, Simon, & other men he had served with were all part of the Saber exit you had at the end of your ceremony

• Soap was the one who cheekily tapped your behind with his saber to “properly” welcome you into the military

• “Mrs. Captain Jonathan Price, welcome to His Majesty’s Army”

• You guys opted for a nice cottage near post because on post housing absolutely sucks

• Shortly after you two had moved in, you had found out you were pregnant

• It terrified you initially & you came up with a creative way to tell John

• You picked up some Army themed baby onesies at the on post NAAFI (the British equivalent of the U.S. Militaries Post Exchange)

• You told him once he got home he had a gift waiting for him & he initially looked confused at the baby onesies, then it clicked

• The both of you decided to hold off on telling everyone until you were far enough long & starting to show

• You both decided to wait to find out the gender

• He treats you like a China doll while you’re pregnant (along with everyone else)

• You’d wake up to him talking to your stomach, he’d tell your baby all about his day

• In office surprise baby shower happened & everyone went ham with the gift buying

• An emergency hostage rescue operation came across Laswell’s desk the week you were due

• You sobbed into him when he told you, he absolutely hated seeing you this sad

• Like clockwork the night he was already mid-mission, once he got back Laswell informed him you were in full blown labor

• John was crushed, one of the nurses held your phone up so he could at least watch his baby being born on screen

• He broke down once he heard the cries of their infant coming into world

• It was a boy, you decided to name him John as well both after his father & grandfather

• He met you in the hospital 12 hours later still in his gear

• As soon as he possibly could this man brought y’all’s son to work

• Laswell was all over him, constantly wanting to hold him

• You do own Tactical Baby Gear with “Price” plastered all over it

• I don’t think you’d return to work after having your first kid tbh… it would’ve been too stressful with Price’s job

• You two definitely have more children, two boys & one girl

• Price 100% coaches your sons soccer (or if you’re not American; football) team

• Your little girl has him wrapped around her finger (along with her “uncles)

• He would sport a tiara & boa for her tea parties (any “uncle” that came over would too)

• He brought his daughter & her little friends to the Eras Tour (he had a blast btw)

• I think your two sons would join the army to follow in their father’s footsteps

• He was so proud when they graduated from Basic Training

• Price on the battlefield is a hardened man but as soon as he walked into your home his hard exterior dropped & he’d go full on domestic he truly loves you & the life you two had built

✨NSFW✨

• Price was the one who had been your first, due to the fact you focused more on school & your studies you hadn’t been with anyone else

• He wears that like a badge of honor, knowing he was the first & only one to show you how you should be treated in bed

• somewhat discreet office sex

• you’d like out a whimper or a moan & he’d whisper “mmmm you gotta be quiet sweetheart, you don’t want anyone to walk in hmmm”

• you have sucked him off while he’d been on calls in his own office

• he smokes cigars while you ride him in your backyard’s hot tub

• you’re a moaning mess on his cock & he’s just taking in the view of you bouncing up & down on him

• he’s 100% an ass man

• has a HUGE corruption kink, & loves being called “daddy” or “captain”

• he has a collection of nude Polaroids of you hidden in his bucket hat, Soap accidentally found one that had fallen out & Price immediately ripped it from his hands

• He definitely bought you sex toys before he leaves for deployment

• you two go at it like rabbits when he comes home (makes sense how y’all have three kids)

• you gave him a blow job after he was honored at a military ball in the bathroom, as a thank you for his service 😏

• People assume you two are vanilla & bland in the bedroom as oatmeal but boy looks can be deceiving

Fairytale Wedding

Captain John Price x F! Royalty Reader

Summary: a continuation of “A Knight in Shining Amor” After Y/N had recovered from her injuries she started to court Captain John Price. Even attending Trooping the Color with him. Soon a Royal proposal happened & the big wedding day is upon us

Warnings: Mention of a wedding night

Y/N had been waiting for this day ever since she was the flower girl at her Aunt Mary’s wedding. Years of preparation went into this ceremony, all the way from the tiara she was to select from her grandmother’s collection to the flowers in her bouquet. She had waited years to find a man suitable for her, then came along John. He had saved her life & she grew fond of him. Over the past year they had been courting each other & attending formal events. However behind the privacy of the palace walls it was a whole different story. She was able to see that tender side of him & he was able to see her without all the Royal protocol. He was used to seeing her in a gorgeous ballgown, or all done up but he found her most beautiful in blue jeans.

So here she stood in front of the golden gilded mirror in her bedroom. Her wedding dress had been designed custom by Christian Dior & was adorned with beautiful floral appliqués representing each of the Commonwealth countries. It had a high neck resembling Grace Kelly’s iconic wedding dress & her veil was a cathedral length. The blusher draped over her face & went down to her elbows. She looked the epitome of what a royal bride was to be. John’s niece, Evelyn was in seventh heaven & couldn’t believe that his new aunt was a duchess. When she saw her new aunt in her wedding dress her eyes lit up.

“Auntie Y/N,” Her little voice squeaked out. She turned around to see the little girl looking up at her. “You are the prettiest princess I’ve ever seen.” She bent down & hugged the little girl.

“Thank you Eve,” Y/N replied. “And I’m sure you’ll make a wonderful bridesmaid.”

Price’s sister, Katherine & her sister now the Princess of Wales Caroline came in. Both were wearing the custom pale blue gowns that had been designed for them. Katherine picked up Eve & Caroline helped Y/N with the train.

“Ready to go?” Caroline asked. Caroline had already experienced her own wedding day & knew the jitters that Y/N was experiencing. Then started to walk out of the room & into the hallway. The private photographer they had hired was already snapping candid photos. Y/N started down the staircase & saw all of the palace staff watching her. She gave a soft smile in their direction they had seen her grow up & were a vital part of her upbringing. They were of equal importance to her that she shared this day with them.

She finally reached the bottom & walked to where the carriage was parked. Katherine put Evelyn in first & then helped Y/N with her gown. Caroline was near the steps into the carriage to lend a hand to make sure she didn’t fall. Once inside & seated next to Evelyn both ladies joined them. The foot man climbed up & grabbed onto the reigns.

“You ready your highness?” He asked.

“Yes I am! Let’s go!” She replied. Evelyn was practically bouncing in her seat it was the first time she was in a carriage & was absolutely elated. The childlike wonder of her future niece made Y/N wonder what her future children will be like. Soon they were off towards the large brass & golden gates of Buckingham Palace. Screaming crowds of people from all over the world lined the streets. Y/N waved to the people & Evelyn being the social butterfly she was yelled “hello” & waved. Katherine couldn’t help but laugh at her child soaking in the royal treatment.

The sun was out & shown down on the carriage. Y/N’s tiara she had on loan from her grandmother reflected off of the sunlight creating a bright effect. It just added to the beauty of the day. Finally they pulled up to the Westminster Abbey, & her dress was able to be put on full display. Katherine, Evelyn, & Caroline all stepped out before letting Y/N out. Caroline held out an arm while Katherine held onto Y/N’s bouquet & Evelyn.

Once Y/N was out of the carriage the already cheering crowds erupted into louder cheers. Katherine handed her the bouquet & held onto Evelyn’s hand as they started to walk into the cathedral. The priest was waiting for her at the front doors. He grabbed one her hands & gave her some words of endearment to help calm her nerves. Very similar to the ones he gave to John earlier.

At the alter John stood there staring at the thousands people. His team was in the second row all smiles. Ghosh was Simon today, he had ditched his skull mask for a clean shave. Soap showed up in a kilt to represent Scotland. Gaz was there for a good time & to represent his Captain. John hadn’t been this nervous since his first mission. He hadn’t felt this way about anyone ever, she was his whole world. He knew that the moment he visited her in the hospital. The organ started up & the choir started to sing a religious hymn. The crowd stood up & watched as the religious dignitaries walked first lead by the priest.

Then his beloved niece & older sister. He smiled at her as she waved excitedly while throwing petals. It made him wonder what the future children Y/N & him would have. Soon he saw his beloved, looking absolutely ravishing. She radiated pure love & the sunlight from the Abbey’s skylight make her sparkle. Tears started to well in John’s eyes when he saw her. Finally she had reached the alter, & after handing her bouquet to Caroline he took her left hand.

“You look beautiful.” He whispered to her.

“You look handsome.” She whispered back. He really did know how to pull off a British Army Officer’s dress uniform. The ceremony was long but the both of them soaked up every minute. Once the ceremony was complete, they had started to make their way together down the aisle. He had looked over to his team & Soap gave him two thumbs up. John shook his head & chucked.

After carriage ride through the streets of cheering of crowds who wanted to get a glimpse of the newly weds they had finally reached the palace. While the guests were starting to arrive for the reception Y/N & John along with their families were in the sitting room that the main balcony is connected to. John couldn’t stop staring at his bride, she was the most of beautiful thing he had ever laid his eyes on. It was clear her inner beauty reflected outwards. She had bumped into him & he had grabbed onto her waist insuring she didn’t fall.

“Jonathan Price, that better be your sword poking me.” She giggled.

“Its definitely a sword my dear but one you’ll see later on.” He whispered back into her ear causing her to blush. It was soon time for them to grace the balcony that was looking out onto the crowds celebrating the wedding. It was customary the couples saved their kiss for the balcony with the entire royal family.

With Y/N & John in the front both families surrounded them. The crowds were screaming “kiss her” over & over again. John placed his hands at her waist & took her in for a deep kiss. The roar from the crowd was amplified once they saw them lock lips. Once they broke apart they rest their foreheads against each others.

“I love you.” She said & looked into his eyes.

“I love you more.” He said & pulled her in for another kiss.

Knight In Shining Armor

Captain John Price x F! Royalty Reader

Summary: Y/N is part of the British Royal Family & is kidnapped by terrorists. John Price & Task Force 141 are given the responsibility of rescuing her before the ransom deadline

Warnings: mentions of torture, abuse, kidnapping, anxiety

Captain John Price was ready to kick his feet up & relax for the rest of the weekend. He had already cracked open a beer. With one click of the tv remote he knew his weekend would be anything other than relaxing.

“This just in her royal highness the Duchess of Windsor Y/N L/N has just been ambushed & is considered missing. The young Duchess was leaving a gala when armed men ambushed her vehicle & were able to successfully kidnap her. Her whereabouts are unknown at the moment & London is currently on lockdown near Buckingham Palace.” The news anchor on the television reported. A groan escaped his lips knowing this mission would come across his desk.

“Fuckin hell, “ He cursed to himself & looked up at the ceiling. “Lord I wanted one weekend, one fucking weekend is that too much to ask for?”

Right on cue his phone started to vibrate. Laswell in big letters flashed across his screen.

“Don’t even elaborate where do we need to be?” He asked rubbing his temples.

“Well hello to you too, meet me at headquarters as soon as possible.” She stated. He stood up & stretched before sending a message out to the rest of his team. He walked into his bedroom & pulled out his combat pants, combat thermal, & two pairs of socks. Price got dressed & laced up boots. The thought of the Duchess started to creep into his mind. He couldn’t even imagine what she was experiencing. The absolute fear of being at the mercy of international terrorists has to have terrifying.

Price made his way to his car & started it. He started to drive to the post & when he got to the gate he scanned his ID. The soldier saluted him & the gate arm lifted. He pulled up of the offices & started to walk into the building. Ghost, Gaz, Soap, & Alejandro were already sitting in the briefing room waiting for him. Laswell was already at the front of the room with the screen behind her turned on.

“Ah Captain Price! Good to see you! Sit down so we can start.” Laswell said. “Colonel Vargas & his team will be conducting this operation with us due to the severity of the situation.” Price sat down, & Laswell started her briefing. “So while we don’t know how the Duchess was able to be taken, we were able to pin her location. Seems like our terrorists didn’t do a good job at giving their location. They released a video with a list of their demands, & hefty ransom. It is disturbing I’ll admit. They’ve beaten this poor woman to hell & back already.” Laswell pressed a key on the laptop in front of her & the video started.

There sat the Duchess tied to a chair with smudged mascara & a black eye. She was trying her hardest to stay awake. The once beautiful pink gown she had on was covered in blood & dirt. Pure anger ran through Price’s veins seeing her in that state. Each of the terrorists had black balaclavas on & stood on either side of her.

“To the Royal Family & the United Kingdom, we are taking revenge. One by one each Royal family of each Western nation will start going missing if you do not fulfill our wishes. If you wan to see her again, let alone alive you will fulfill our wishes. The cost of her safe return is 500 million dollars. You have until midnight.” One of the Balaclava clad men demanded. He gripped her chin roughly & she protested at his grip. “You little cunt. You will respect me.” He lifted the hand that held a Glock in it & used the back of the gun to slap her across the face. A loud cracking noise happening & the video paused.

“Steamin’ Jesus,” Soap said. “Who are we dealing with?”

“The usual suspects.” Laswell replied. “We pinned their location & we have to act accordingly because it’s very clear their intentions will result in more violence. They’ve taken her to a warehouse in Romania, & we have their governments full permission to go in. So let’s get going, we lift off at 20:00.” She closed the laptop & everyone got up from their respective seats. Everyone started to funnel out of the conference room & started down to the air strip.

There was a heaviness in the air, they knew the weight on their shoulders. Not just the weight of the United Kingdom was on their shoulders but the entire western world. Alejandro’s team already had their gear laid out ready for inspection & he walked off to make sure they had everything.

“Alrighty lads lay out your gear for inspection.” Price shouted. One by one he went through each of their gear & made sure it was ready for use. Thankfully no one was missing anything. Two Blackhawk helicopters sat on the air strip waiting to take them over the border into Romania. 20:00 came faster then they had anticipated & both teams boarded the helicopters.

The usually chatty Task Force 141 sat in silence. They looked around at each other solemnly, & praying that the Duchess would be still alive. Price couldn’t get the image of her being brutalized. The men were familiar with her philanthropic efforts, & they were infuriated someone would go out their way to hurt her. Y/N had spent time overseas in incredibly dangerous countries delivering medicine herself, & showcasing what children in those countries go through. She was a saint in the public eye & overall was a incredibly kind woman.

“We are over the border gentlemen & in Romania. Fifteen minutes away from target.” The pilot had stated. They were all filled with pure adrenaline by this point eager to get on the ground. “Target located gentlemen.” The pilot. “Gods speed.” The warehouse was below them, & the fast ropes dropped. One by one both teams dropped men. Alejandro’s team took the ground & Task Force 141 took the roof. These terrorists clearly weren’t smart enough to plant guards on the roof.

Ghost kicked in the door the lead to the stairs. He threw in a grenade & then started to use the light on his rifle to lead the team in. They walked past bodies of the men hit by the grenade & started all the way down to the loading docks of the warehouse. Price could tell the warehouse hadn’t been used in years. Rust & mold were all over the metal of the building. Once they made it to the bottom of the stairs, they were greeted with the gun fire. Both Ghost & Price easily eliminated those threats.

Price could hear Alejandro’s team outside, the sound of the gun fire echoed through the building. The lights were completely knocked out but they were able to eliminate any & all targets.

“Captain!” Ghost yelled over the radio alerting Price. “Found her.” He ran over to the room were Ghost was. There she was, Y/N Windsor the Duchess of Windsor. Her ballgown was completely destroyed & was covered in wounds. Some deeper than others. She was entirely unconscious, poor thing couldn’t respond to Ghost’s questions. Thankfully she still had a pulse but it was evident she was hanging by a thread. Price picked her up & she was limp. “Ghost we need to get back to the helicopter.” He said. Over the radio Ghost had alerted Alejandro they had located the Duchess. Price held her close to his body, & tried to apply pressure to the more intense wounds. On the helicopter she was able to open her eyes, & saw the Union Jack on Price’s plate carrier. Still in his arms, she weakly lifted her arm up & pointed to the flag.

“Please don’t let me die,” she mustered out.

“Don’t worry darling, I won’t.” He replied. She then passed out again afterwards.

Finally they were able to get on board the helicopter & out of Romania. Once they had landed base on the air strip on base a ambulance was waiting for them. Price & Laswell sat in the back of the ambulance as a liaison for the Royals. Once at the hospital the staff took her & brought her immediately into surgery. Still covered in the Duchesses blood & sweat Price sat there in the waiting room his leg shaking out of anxiety. Laswell rubbed his back gently in an attempt to comfort him.

Eight hours of surgery later, the surgeon exited the operating room with good news. The Duchess was going to make a full recovery. A wave of relief washed over him. The news outlets were updated almost instantly by Buckingham Palace Officials. Price went everyday to the hospital to visit her. Although she was asleep & he still spoke to her. She infiltrated every single thought he had every waking moment. Soap had teased him a little bit about it only to be met with a death stare.

About a week later, she awoke to the sound of a deep British accent talking to her. The same one that had been in her dreams. She awoke to bright lights & the beeping of the heart monitor. Her moved around violently as she tried to take in her surroundings.

“Love, you’re alright you’re in the hospital.” The voice said as a hand started to pet her hair. She looked over & saw a man with full beard. He looked a little bit older than her. His blue eyes were amplified by the florescent hospital lighting. There was just so comforting about his presence. Two nurses came in & started to check on her vitals. She was able to answer as many questions as they threw at her. The mysterious man with the blue eyes still stood beside her. Once the two nurses left she turned to him.

“Who are you?” She asked. Her voice was meek & was cracking.

“Captain John Price your highness.” He replied. “I had helped lead the effort with my team to rescue you.” A flood of memories came back. She remembered the pain, & the blood stained Union Jack flag on his chest.

“I’m a man of my word love,” He replied & grabbed her hand.

“What?” She replied clearly the fog of amnesia still had it’s effect on her.

“I didn’t let you die love.” He replied. “I kept my promise.” His thumb brushed over her knuckles delicately. She gave him a soft smile in return.

“Thank you Captain Price,” she replied. Little did either one of them knew that this rescue would lead to the Royal Wedding of the decade.

OMG I also feel like he buys toys and donates them to the kids:

1. He never got the opportunity to get toys as a kid, and that definitely DESTROYED a big part of his childhood especially looking at other kids having toys and living a good life

2. He regrets how he and Tommy were never able to spend more time together, and I feel like the buying toys for charity for the kids kinda fills the hole of doing something that Tommy would have wanted to do also…

There’s definitely more reasons but…

simon riley allows himself one drink a year, a stiff whiskey on christmas eve. he spends it alone each year, thinking about tommy and his nephews. he buys toys for a local kids charity because he wants to do some good in his storm of bad.

And the fact that soap was exactly like this, building a relationship with ghost but it’s all gone now that he’s dead :(((

BUT LETS PRETEND AND IMAGINE HES ALIVE

YEAH!! :D

punk!simon and goth!reader bumping into each other at a goth/punk/alt convention and immediately falling head over heels for each other because ‘they’re so mesmerizing/he’s so gorgeous’

punk!simon asking goth!reader out to a date, the latter accepting so quickly he got a whiplash and feels the blood rushing to the tips of his ears and cheeks ‘thank god, i’m wearing my mask’ he thinks

punk!simon asking goth!reader to marry him relatively late in their relationship because he was searching for the perfect ring (dark metal with little diamonds and a huge, shiny black jewel being the center piece) with goth!reader happily accepting

punk!simon and goth!reader having a small wedding with only a few selected family and friends, dress code for the guests being white and only punk!simon and goth!reader wearing black

punk!simon wearing a suit, various pins and chains decorating it so he still feels comfortable, punk!simon not wearing his mask because he wants you to be able to see his face when he makes you his forever

punk!simon feeling his jaw go slack when you enter the ceremony with your parental figure by your side, wearing a black glittery princess style dress with skull accents and tulle, completing your marvelous look with a dark eye and lip makeup / wearing a dark colored suit with skull and dark metal accents

punk!simon and goth!reader reading their vows, exchanging rings and a (quite tame) kiss while (happy) teary eyes look upon the newlywed couple

your boyfriend Simon gets home from a mission, and he’s very clearly tired and exhausted from the whole day. The main mission was to catch Makarov and lock him up for good. Sadly, the mission went wrong and they didn’t catch him, and that means Simon has been on edge ever since.

you were trying to get him to fall asleep, but nothing worked. That’s when you instructed him to lie on his tummy, and he did so. You started massaging his shoulders, squeezing and massaging the sore and tight muscles. He let out small groans when he felt the tension release. Your hands gently grazed over his shoulders after, gently gliding over his shoulders in a gentle and steady motion. But when he felt your fingertips dance over his shoulders, he had to ask.

“Wha’re you doin’, lovie?” He asked in a relaxed manner, voice slightly muffled my the pillow.

“I’m making pizza…” you mumbled quietly as you did gentle chopping motions over his shoulders. “Adding some green peppers…” you said as you continued the motion. You pressed your finger tips to different spots on his shoulder in a dotting motion, “I like olives, so I’m gonna add some…”

as you continued your motions, a small smile broke out on his lips. These were the moments he missed and loved with you. These weird yet comforting moments that made his day better. “So ‘m your pizza?” He asked quietly, smile evident in his voice.

your soft hum of approval made him chuckle, a sound that always made you smile. His eyes started to droop and you repeated the motions a few more time, eventually fully falling asleep.

“Now I gotta put it in the oven.” You said as you pulled the cover over his bare back and laid beside him, nuzzling into his side. You could hear his gentle and even breaths and you pressed a kiss to his cheek.

“Pizza’s done…”

HEAR ME OUTTT!! nerd!konig trying hard to focus on his work while you blow him off under his desk…💭

now, when I heard this, I almost immediately thought of the poor guy flunking the assignment he was doing just because of you

poor nerd!König was sitting at his desk, finishing up an assignment that was due the next day. You sat on his bed, bored as can be before deciding to allow yourself to have fun and tease your little smarty pants. You cannot tell me that nerd!König would not be letting out the breathiest and loudest whines ever; he would be throwing his head back with shaking thighs and bringing his hands down to press onto his pelvis as if that would do something.

now let’s say you were a little mean to him, you would take your mouth off of his swollen and leaking cock just to stare at him sternly. “Keep working or you don’t get to cum.” He would sob softly and nod mumbling “yes mommy/daddy” and continue working. Now nerd!König can’t think, when his mommy/daddy is sucking his cock, he goes stupid. So when you come home and see him crying, you ask him what happened. He shows you his 58% he got on the assignment and you giggle a little before getting down on your knees, “Let mommy/daddy make it up to you.”