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Cod: mw ii characters and things they collect (pt.2)

Character(s): alejandro vargas, rodolfo "rudy" parra, valeria garza, kim "horangi" hong-jin, könig

Word Count: 1.5k

Warnings: mentions of gambling and anxiety

A/N: the second chapter is finally here! Hope you enjoy, as usual, don't be too afraid to share your thoughts :D

Alejandro Vargas

Alejandro is a sentimental man without a doubt, someone who likes to remember as much as he can from his past — be it the good or bad. A habit he has learned from his father when he was younger was purchasing a postcard and a coin or bill of the local currency whenever they visited foreign countries. It didn't happen often unfortunately, so this goal was a little difficult to accomplish, but with the years spent in the military and now as a Colonel, he gets more opportunities to visit places he has never been before. To this day, he still gets a card from every new city he goes to as a memory that he was there once.

Some things that tie back into his sentimental nature are the photographs he keeps. There is a box in his office back at home, heavy from all the pictures he has stacked into the available space. Some of them are very old, paper faded and jagged, but the people on them are still recognizable. These are from his younger years, a few go back even as far in time where he only just started hanging out with Rodolfo. Others are still shiny and new, a few even have that fresh scent the paper acquires when the picture is made. These are mostly of the team, 141 and other seemingly random sights Alejandro felt worthy enough to capture (this man is a sucker for sunsets, you can't change my mind).

Alejandro has a few keychains he has received during the years, mostly from distant relatives or members of Los Vaqueros. The key to his front door contains 90% of them, although he doesn't like when there are too many weights next to such important objects. His favorite is undeniably the little cowboy hat they bought together with Rudy once, just after Los Vaqueros became an official thing. It never fails to make him smile, and he has a saying that goes along the lines of "As long as I have this, Los Vaqueros will be a thing."

Rodolfo "Rudy" Parra

As a kid, Rodolfo was always looking for little trinkets to keep. From seashells, rocks, feathers and pretty leaves, if something caught his attention, it was going home with him in his pocket. His favorites were undeniably rocks though; there are still quite a lot of them he has kept from all the years and refuses to get rid of for one reason or another. As Alejandro teased him before, Rudy is like a crow in this regard — although it's not shiny things he collects, just rocks he finds fitting to join his heap.

Something that has always fascinated him was lego sets. As a kid he didn't have the chance to own any, but now that he has a healthy paycheck, nothing is stopping him from purchasing different sets for his own birthday and similar occasions. The model he loves the most is probably the Great Pyramid of Giza, which he built in a single afternoon when he was on medical leave once. Although most of them don't have enough space in his house, his favorite ones are displayed somewhere: either on his office table, or on a shelf in one of the rooms.

There is a habit he couldn't stop ever since he was little, but didn't really want to either to be fair. Like most kids, Rodolfo enjoyed getting stickers and sticking them somewhere he found fit, even when someone told him no. As he grew older, he didn't want to waste them anymore, knowing he wouldn't be able to make use of them again once you plastered them on a surface. That was the start of his collection — ever since, he doesn't like the idea of putting them anywhere, only collecting all the stickers he gets in one big folder. He gets way too emotionally attached to most of them and he knows, but Rodolfo tries his best. Besides, we all need something to be passionate about besides work, don't we?

Plus fun fact: Rudy often gifts his friends and family stickers. At first, most found it confusing and unnecessary, but now everyone just finds it adorable and thanks him earnestly when they receive any. It's an ongoing joke between the Vaqueros that you will know the Sergeant Major likes you if he gives you stickers. Not to mention, they consider you family and part of the team once you receive any. It's really great.

Valeria Garza

It's no secret that Valeria enjoys painting her nails; the brighter and more feminine, the better. During the years, she unintentionally started collecting nail polishes as one does: if she saw a color she liked, it was bought with little to no hesitation, no matter how many bottles she already had at home. Valeria makes good use of all of them though, her nails are always nicely done and the colors change almost week after week.

Valeria couldn't deny her love for house plants even if she tried. She would never let her men see the plant mom side of her, but Alejandro and Rodolfo had the chance to witness her home. The living room is filled with greens: different, often hand painted vases on the shelves, tall houseplants in front of the big windows and even some vine-like plants curling over her walls. She makes sure not to overdo them, but every room that isn't her bedroom has at least one little flower.

Something that understandably makes her even more intimidating is her enthusiasm for swords. Don't get the wrong idea, she can't handle one and isn't overly tempted to learn either, but she loves their beauty all the same. One of the rooms in her house is kind of like a calming area, her favorite plants, furniture and pictures all gathered in the same place. Above the door, there is a hanger with a sword replica on top of it, but it's only noticeable when you actually look for it. If she could, Valeria would buy a few real ones, but she doesn't see the need for them, above the fact that they look good and bring her some joy. In the future, she just might learn their tricks however.

Kim "Horangi" Hong-jin

It might be ironic considering his unlucky history with gambling, but Horangi likes to collect special and unique looking game tokens. Under this category he will never consider the non-physical ones like crypto and such, in-game ones are those he loves, the ones that are actually collectable. It's no surprise that poker tokens are his favorite to look for, there are even one or two custom made ones he has gotten as a gift from friends (König and other KorTac members). He won't ever consider getting back into gambling because he has learned his lesson, but it doesn't hurt to collect unique items related to the hobby.

Another thing that keeps him connected to games are cards. Sure, he's especially awful at card games, but there are a few decks that caught his eye during the years and just couldn't resist to leave. One of his biggest prizes is a deck with completely black cards that glow in the dark, and the numbers and designs are only visible then.

Call him a poser, but Horangi loves sunglasses. Of course, during missions he can't always wear them, but around base and usually even at home, there is one hiding his eyes from curious looks. It became a comfort thing very quickly for him, so the reason why he wears them everywhere isn't purely fashion motivated (honestly, none at all, only just when he is out as a civilian). Horangi doesn't own that many pairs, maybe around six or seven, and like three of them are regular black ones, but the rest are different; they help him blend in, not to mention that a few of them match his everyday clothes and just spice his outfits up a little.

König

As a kid, König loved reading comic books, especially if they were superhero ones. It isn't necessary to say he collected them, but the amount of stacks he used to have in his room would surely qualify as such. Financially, he wasn't much to deal with as a kid; he ate a lot, sure, and new clothes were constantly needed because of his fast growth, but he never asked for anything from his parents, only new comic books to read through. Most of them are still hidden somewhere in his childhood room, and one day he's sure to read them all over again when he has the time.

Another habit he started as a kid and somehow never really grew out of is collecting dinosaur figures. Don't think about the big ones people usually put on shelves as decoration, König was always enthusiastic about the small ones that came in packages, multiple dinos in one. He used to have a dinosaur phase back in grade school, and if you ask him about a species, he can probably still ramble about the topic for hours to no end.

Something that might seem a little strange to others, but is totally usual for him is the pocket sized magnets he carries with himself. König generally fidgets a lot, either from anxiety or just absently while thinking or doing something else, and magnets are easy and satisfying to connect and pull apart. The fact that he likes the noise doesn't hurt either, it usually helps him focus on the task at hand.

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Cod: mw ii characters and things they collect (pt.1)

Character(s): john "soap" mactavish, simon "ghost" riley, kyle "gaz" garrick, john price, kate laswell

Word Count: 2.3k

Warnings: mentions of lost teammates

A/N: here's a new series I just couldn't wait to post! Feel free to share your thoughts about it, I would be very happy to talk about the topic even more!

John "Soap" MacTavish

Often, Soap needs something in his hands to tinker with, be it equipment he has on person or something he's snatched during the day. One thing he rarely forgets to wear is a hair tie on his left wrist — so it doesn't get in the way since he is right handed — that he can easily fidget with without drawing too much attention to himself. He tends to take rubber bands he spots for most of the same reason, but also partly because they can be used out in the field too. You never know why and when you might need them, and Soap has a reputation for creating working explosives from the most unrelated objects.

One of the habits he started when he was younger was collecting bottle caps. This is something that stuck with him throughout the years and since it's not harmful in any way, he never really considered stopping. The team often visit pubs and similar places after missions to loosen up or drown their thoughts, and it's not unheard of that Soap keeps some of the caps, taking them home with him. He only ever does this with unique or interesting ones; if they are dull and just like the other ones, he doesn't even consider pocketing them. They aren't significant enough to be displayed or anything such, but he likes to occasionally rummage through the container he puts them in and see what kinds he has. Often, certain ones can remind him of very specific memories, which are fortunately rarely bittersweet or downright bad. Soap keeps the container at base in his quarters — the old ones are back at home of course — since the collection is basically evergrowing.

Back at home, there is a box hidden in his room with an array of concert tickets and wristbands he kept throughout the years. When he was young, he went to a lot of concerts with one company or another, and it was always a habit of his to keep the things that served as an allowance as a good reminder. The tickets used to be pinned to a board on his wall that was facing his bed as a kid, but it wasn't long before he grew up and wanted to join the military. Hence, the board came down, and they were safely tucked into a box along with some other trinkets he had laying around. He pays attention to keep good care of them, although they're not something he looks at constantly or keeps track of (especially since he doesn't have access to them most of the time).

Quite similarly, there are a pack of movie tickets held together with a paperclip stacked into his bedside drawer at home. He liked to visit the cinema often with friends or family both, and it was nice keeping reminders of all the movies he has seen and liked. Sure, there were some that he didn't enjoy all that much, but he still kept the tickets out of habit and by the logic that there was nothing to lose by not throwing them away. Connected to the movies, Soap still has a few posters put away somewhere, although most of them were not even his to begin with. His siblings were always more interested in them than he was, but when there was one he really liked, they were usually understanding and lended some of the posters to him to put up in his room.

Something that's partly because of his enthusiasm for explosions, partly because he likes to fidget with them and the noise they make, is the liking he's taken for the lighters he has in his possession. The interesting thing is, none of them are ever simple and boring; some of them have jokes on them, others are see-through, and most have some kind of pattern on the outside. This is something Ghost has also joined in unintentionally later on, but that's hardly his fault really — it is, but it's not a bad thing so nobody minds.

Possibly, I could also imagine him as someone who collects gum wrappers and little charms, maybe even keychains that make a specific noise. In my mind he has raging ADHD even when he's on his prescribed medication, so there is always something in his hands to absently play with. Also you can't tell me this man wouldn't take those little umbrellas from drinks at bars.

Simon "Ghost" Riley

Ghost isn't one to collect things. He doesn't have many personal belongings, a book or old trinket here and there, and he doesn't really see the appeal in such things. Yet, there is no denying how many lighters he has stacked in his bedside drawer at base. It started as a joke really, with Soap gifting him one with a corny joke on the side, swearing Ghost's humor was just the same and he had to buy it for him. From then on, the others also went out their way to find him different lighters they thought he would like, and he didn't stop them. He knows he will never need that many in his life, one works for a month at least, but it feels nice to be remembered by his teammates — although he will never admit that out loud to them.

One thing he does collect though is knives. It's no secret how much Ghost loves weapons with blades, and if you start snooping in his room enough, you will find a whole arsenal carefully tucked away between some gear. Often, cleaning his equipment and keeping everything sharp and ready helps to take his mind off things, especially after missions, so Ghost doesn't see a problem with owning a little more above the amount that's considered normal. They are his favorite weapons to use in combat anyways, and they are much easier to hide and take with him than guns. Besides, it never hurts to be prepared for anything.

In the past, Ghost used to collect different posters as a kid. Movie, music it didn't really matter, he enjoyed putting them up, or just looking through them occasionally. That didn't last long for obvious reasons, but it still lives in the back of his mind as a somewhat pleasant memory.

Of course, we can't forget about the masks either. Obviously they are comfort items — well, most of them — and there are a few he only wears when he has to leave the safety of his apartment during assigned leaves. There are some of them nobody has ever seen (and probably never will), while there are others that the team even shared before (like during the Ghost Team mission). Despite all that, he actually doesn't own a lot of masks, but still more than someone would call a regular amount.

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick

Back in high school, Gaz was what you might consider a theater kid. He wasn't the typical definition of the phrase really; he wasn't in the theater club and didn't take up the acting course at school, and he didn't exactly advertise his love for musicals and acts. Despite that, Kyle had a few things on display that indicated his interest towards those things, and he showed them off openly, not one to hide such about himself in fear of being criticized. One of these were all the different pins he had on his bag, specifically the backpack he only wore to school since it was perfect for his books. The buttons were very diverse: some of them were indeed theater related (his favorite was the Hamilton one), others were connected to sports or music. After finishing high school, Gaz forgot about the bag for a while, but when he found it again he was more than ready to take the pins off. That didn't end up happening though, since he didn't have the heart to ruin something that used to hold so much value to him before. So, the bag is still in the same state it used to be, lost somewhere in the back of his closet.

Something that also ties back to his school years is the stack of old notebooks he has in his room. After a while, he intended to throw them out since there was no need for them anymore, but his sentimental nature didn't allow him to do so. When he's home and remembers to organize and clean his room thoroughly, Gaz finds them sometimes and usually ends up sitting for hours and reading his old notes. It's nice looking back at them and remembering all the stuff he did during those years.

For a while, Gaz was collecting the train tickets he purchased. In the UK you have the opportunity to travel by train quite a lot, and for a time period he had to take a route where it was the easiest form of transport. He doesn't have a reason why he kept them, or at least not any he could figure out by himself, but they are nice reminders of a life he once lived. Sometimes they put a smile on his face and that's enough reason for him to continue keeping them.

It's a well known fact how much Gaz loves wearing baseball caps, even during missions (just like Price with his godforsaken bucket hats, but one would argue his choice is more practical than the Captain's). He doesn't know exactly when he started wearing them so often, but after a while they just became his trademark. There are probably around 4 different ones he keeps at base, in case they get lost or he's not in the mood to wear one specific one, but back at his flat he has a whole bunch of more. Some of them were gifts by friends or family, others are a unique brand or just random caps he spotted somewhere and couldn't leave without.

John Price

The Captain isn't one for trinkets, that much is well known. Sure, he has photographs, mementos and such things just like everyone else, but there isn't anything he outright collects. The others argue that the display of books he has at home is considered a collection already, but he refuses to let them be right. He likes to read in his free time a lot, and getting new books when he has the chance isn't a crime. 

There is something even Price himself admits is turning into a habit of collecting though, and it's the amount of pens he has in his possession. At his office, there are probably about ten pens shoved into one of those mesh pencil holders on his desk, although only five or so are likely to be actually working. He has a habit of not throwing the ones that run out of ink away and just putting them back with the rest. He also just can't help but always take those free sample pens whenever they offer them somewhere, swearing it's going to come in handy. He does have to write reports by hand most of the time, that's true, but just a few pens would perfectly suffice.

And naturally, there are the hats. Most of the ones he owns are really similar to each other, the others usually don't even notice when he changes them. He doesn't have a big reason for having them, Price just likes to cover his head with hats and even beanies from time to time. He can and will argue with any member of his team about the fashion aspect of them, defending his choices with vigor.

There are some things he doesn't want to talk about, and they are the dog tags of all of his lost friends and team members that he kept. Price doesn't want to forget about the people he had the chance to meet and get to know, and it would feel disrespectful to get rid of their memory and all that's left of them. There are only a few people who know about this, and he intends to keep it that way; this is something private he wants to carry alone.

Kate Laswell

When it comes to collecting things, Laswell isn't interested in the slightest. Naturally she has a few photos, cards or little gifts that she doesn't want to give away, but she doesn't see the appeal to get a bunch of specific things stacked at home. If anything she does could be considered collecting, it would be those expensive bottles of wines she keeps buying in her basement. There aren't a lot, maybe around ten or fifteen, but she keeps most of them for special occasions, such as anniversaries with her wife or birthdays. Kate isn't that big of a fan actually, but she learned to appreciate the taste of some brands since her wife loves wine.

Back in high school, Laswell was the girl who used different highlighters for her notes. She has never overdone it really, but the titles, names and important information were always emphasized by colorful lines. Often, others wanted to borrow her notes because her handwriting has always been good and readable, but as she grew older, her notes got messier too. Laswell was still organized of course, always has been, but her handwriting gradually became more chaotic — like when you remember how your mother helped you practice letters when you were little, then tried to read her note for the teacher and miserably failed. These days, she just scribbles down whatever she needs really, it doesn't matter too much. Often, signatures are the only valuable thing that need to be readable, the rest of her work is done on the computers.

Now, her wife is a different topic. The living room and bedroom are never missing a scent candle, and there is always a good chance the other rooms in the house will get one too. By extension, she could be considered a collector herself, since there were several times when she bought candles or rearranged them inside the house without giving it a deeper thought. Often she just buys them automatically, not even realizing how many they already have at home.

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Cod: mw ii characters as type of kisses (pt.3)

Pairing(s): gender neutral reader / könig, kim "horangi" hong-jin, alex keller, farah karim

Word Count: 2.7k

Warnings: mentions of canon typical violence, talk about anxiety and insecurities

A/N: the last part is finally here! I know most of these guys aren't technically mw2 characters, but I couldn't just leave them out of the fun haha! On another hand, I'm sorry if this seems more rushed than the previous ones, I haven't had the chance to get to know these characters as well as the others yet. Anyhow, thank you for all the love on this series, it means a lot to me! :)

König - "breathy kiss"

One of your favorite things was to share kisses with him. He was always so responsive to your touch, whole body reacting to every slight brush of your skin on his. It felt like he was comfortable enough to show you how he truly felt through them, not even trying to find a way to deny his love. It never failed to drive you crazy in the best way.

If there was someone easy to fluster, it was definitely König. Those times he happened to be confident were limited to when he was out in the field, so during the time you two spent alone together, it wasn't difficult to make him bashful. You tried not to take advantage of his reactions and contain the giddiness you felt when he got into such a state, but it was a feat; he always looked adorable tripping over his words, cheeks a nice shade of red and hands fidgeting as he tried to come up with an answer to you. You couldn't get enough of his shyness, but you made sure to never cross any lines and boundaries you two set up. Sure, messing with him was entertaining, but the most important thing was to never make him truly uncomfortable or upset. Not to mention, you could spend time with him without trying to make him crumble with cheeky words, and have just as a great time — if not even better.

A regular Friday forenoon, the weather was perfect for taking a stroll and visiting the markets nearby your house. There were a few things that needed to be replaced anyways, so you had a good reason to go out, besides the fact that you wanted to enjoy the Sun on your skin of course. Since your boyfriend was back home from his latest deployment, it was natural you wanted to ask him to accompany you. Any chance you had, you wanted to take and spend time with him, especially since he was away from home a lot. However, there was one little problem with that: the company of strangers put him into a heavily uneasy state.

It wasn't correct to say he was terrible with crowds; König always swore he was, but you knew he handled himself just fine. Of course you knew how bad his anxiety spiked when put into situations like that, but from the outside he usually looked like he didn't have a problem in the world — you always made sure to let him know how well he did every time you two went out, no matter what situation he had to ease into. You knew it was difficult for him to read and react to social situations, but he tried his best and you were more than grateful and proud of him. The longer you were in a relationship together, the more often he joined you for outdoor activities, and it made you extremely happy to see him make an effort to become better. And flattered for sure, knowing he wanted to get better at this for your benefit.

So, with the knowledge that he wouldn't say no to you this time either, especially since this would be a short and easy trip, you went to talk to him.

Quickly finding König in your shared bedroom, you softly knocked on the door to get his attention.

"Hey König?"

"Ja?"

"Would you come along with me to the market today?"

Sitting on the king sized bed in his worn out comfortable clothes, he looked so much smaller, no matter the fact that he was a 6 feet something giant of a man. As he started to fidget with his hands a little, gaze directed to the sheets under him, it was hard to resist the urge to join him on the beddings and caress his knuckles to reassure him.

"How far are we going?"

"Just to the end of the street, I only want to visit Dominik's and then Sophia's on the way back."

You knew it was important for him to know exactly where you would be going and who you had to meet, because it helped him prepare mentally in advance. It wasn't a bother to share your exact plans with him in any way, and it made him feel better, so you were always happy to make sure to share the needed information.

After a few seconds of him considering it, pointedly looking anywhere but you, you received a little nod from him.

"Okay."

In your defense, he looked too irresistible sitting there all shy, you just couldn't help yourself; flashing him a bright smile, you skipped over to the bed, gently cupping his face in your hands.

"Thank you. I promise I will be quick."

Leaning in, you intended to give him a chaste kiss, just something to show your gratitude besides words. König seemed to have other plans however: pushing his lips onto yours a little more firmly, he sighed through his nose and made a little sound in the back of his throat. He was usually clumsy when it came to kissing, but this time he seemed to get the handle of things. Pulling back only a few millimeters, gasping for air, then diving back to connect your lips together, his body was slowly melting under your touch, the previous uneasiness leaving him. You loved when he got passionate like this; anxiety absent from his mind, body shivering where your hands wandered, harsh breaths leaving his mouth as he poured his emotions into the kiss. You knew this was a way for him to let all the worries go, to show you how genuinely he felt, and it never failed to make your head fuzzy and heart warm with fondness.

Truly, you could have stayed like that, interwined with him forever, but unfortunately there were still things to do. So, with a gentle hand on his cheek, you managed to pull away. Gazing into his eyes and softly stroking his heated face, König was almost panting into your embrace, quick breaths leaving his mouth and a dazed expression on his face. He really was a beautiful sight to see.

Kim "Horangi" Hong-jin - "hesitant kiss"

He was confident in every sense of the word. His cocky, sometimes too narcissistic attitude should have been annoying, but it looked good on him, fitting if you got to know him. You never noticed a thing he did without his usual courage, not up until you two got into a relationship. Funnily, he wasn't such an egotistical man when it came to showing affection.

Finally finding the motivation to get up from your place on the couch, you popped your joints after sitting for so long. The TV show you've been watching just ended for the night, and as much as you would have loved to stay in a lying position, you still had to shower and get to your actual bed to sleep. It was better to avoid back pain after all.

"Where are you going?"

Looking down at the voice, your boyfriend was blinking bearly at you from between the pillows, clearly having just woken up. He always offered to keep you company while you watched your shows, even when he himself wasn't interested, but that sometimes resulted in this; him sleeping peacefully next to you, tucked under the blankets and pillows. You didn't mind too much to be fair: he was quiet when asleep, the opposite of what he was like when awake. You didn't mean it in a bad way of course, he just had a habit of commenting on whatever you were watching, often making you slightly irritated. Lucky for him that he was good at making it up to you, so it was hard to stay mad at him for long.

"Taking a shower."

"Come back."

You almost laughed at the way he reached his arm out towards you, then let it uselessly flop back onto the couch. You barely understood what he was mumbling, but you had the routine of these nights to help.

"Sorry baby."

"Why not?"

"We can sleep in our bedroom, you know?"

"Please?"

It was rare he begged, so taking pity on his pouting form, you sighed and turned your body back towards him.

"Fine. But what do I get?"

"Come here."

Plopping yourself down into his open arms, Horangi leaned up with the intention of kissing you. Before you could appreciate his affection though, he stopped suddenly, just barely before your lips could have met in the middle. His body went still under you, eyes more awake and blinking uncertainty up at you.

"It's okay, go ahead."

At your soft encouragement, he seemed to come back to himself. Blinking a few times he moved, finally cutting the distance between your lips short.

You knew he was insecure about the scars adorning his face, as much as he tried to hide it. Horangi always acted confident, no matter what he did or who he was with, but when it came to showing you who he really was, sometimes he seemed to shrink into himself and try to hide. You weren't giving up however; he's been doing much better with showing his love openly for you and not letting his insecurities get in the way of his actions, so you were proud of him for trying. You knew it wouldn't get solved from one day to another, but he has already given you much to love and believe. It was only a matter of time before he was his usual self-assured self when it came to kissing you too.

Alex Keller - "passionate kiss"

Any chance he got, he managed to make physical contact with you, one way or another. A hand on the small of your back, an arm across your stomach, forehead resting on your shoulder; you name it and he has done it before. This might have been because of the fact that he spent a lot of time away from home, but physical touch was simply just his love language really. Besides, you didn't mind how touchy he was, enjoying the closeness just as much as he did.

Thankful for the previously cut up vegetables on the wooden board, you turned just in time to catch your boyfriend entering the house. Closing the front door behind him, Alex looked a little rugged; he's been mowing and watering the lawn all morning, so it wasn't anything you haven't expected. Still, the sight made you shake your head with a fond smile, directing him to the bathroom upstairs for a cleanup before he even considered touching and dirtying you. He complied easily enough after some good-natured banter, promising to come back down clean a few minutes later.

Just as you were ready to put every ingredient into the pot placed on the stove, two strong arms wound themselves around your middle, pulling you into a solid chest behind you. As kisses found their way onto your neck, you couldn't help but laugh at the feeling of a mustache tickling your sensitive skin.

"Alex! Come on, you know that tickles!"

"But I'm clean now, so it's free game!"

"No please."

Slightly pulling away while giggling, you turned in his hold and laced your arms around his neck.

"You might be clean, but I have a soup to cook. If you distract me, lunch won't be ready anytime soon."

"Would that be such a bad thing?"

At his cheeky reply, you let one of your hands hit his chest gently, shaking your head at him. You couldn't deny how happy you were however, a smile ever-present on your face.

"It would. Now, let me work please."

"Just give me a minute."

Before you could reply, his left hand came up to hold your face tenderly. Leaning down, Alex kissed you, silencing whatever protest was on your mind at that moment.

Humming into his mouth, you reciprocated immediately, not caring too much about the food behind you anymore. As you deepened the kiss, enjoying the feeling of your lips on his, you let more of your body weight rest against him, making his hold tighten slightly. His other hand soon sneaked up from your waist, grasping into your hair lightly. He made sure not to pull and hurt you in any way, he was just anchoring you to himself even closer — more securely. It was a habit of his you learned to love very quickly, and he wasn't one to bother hiding how much he enjoyed it every time either.

After a few minutes have passed locked together like that, you finally pulled away and put some distance between the two of you.

"Don't think I will let you get away with this."

"I wouldn't dream of it."

Farah Karim - "forehead kiss"

Constantly fighting wasn't an easy thing, not for the body nor the soul. After days, weeks of being on the field and putting up with everything happening around you, it wasn't a surprise when relaxing and letting go became difficult to anyone who has experienced it. For her, it seemed especially hard, but with your help, she found there was a way to calm the storm inside her.

Your girlfriend wasn't big on showing signs of affection in public and you didn't blame her for that in the slightest. As a Commander and highly respected soldier, Farah had a front and reputation to uphold, and there wasn't really a place for being openly emotional. That didn't mean she didn't love you, and you always got reassured by the little things she did for you — waving when leaving from base, giving you a subtle nod to let you know something, sending you a little smile in a private way. It was hard to stay loving and affectionate when operating a whole Force, and you understood it enough to not demand anything she couldn't give or do.

Routinely, when Farah finally came home after a long period of time, it took her a few days to ease back into a calm state. She was always level-headed, out in the field or in everyday life, but all the fighting took a mental toll on her. She didn't like to let you know when she was doing bad or just had a difficult time getting used to the quiet and calm of home, but you always noticed anyways. It wasn't hard: when you know someone as deeply as you two knew each other, it was nearly impossible to miss signs like those. Fortunately, you had a good way of helping her, one that didn't require more than a little patience and your love.

"Love?"

You stepped into the bedroom while calling out for your girlfriend, putting a mug on the nightstand.

"I'm here."

Feeling her presence behind you, you turned and greeted her with a smile.

"Can I read to you?"

It was usual for you two to end up under the soft covers tangled up together, but free just enough to read one-one book by yourselves. It wasn't unheard of either that one of you offered to read aloud, because both of you found it calming and a good way to spend time effectively together. Now, Farah had a slight frown on her face, visibly considering your offer. Her stance was still stiff, gaze often darting back and forth in any room she stepped in. You understood of course; she was barely back from a long mission, it was tough to get back to your usual routine. After a few seconds though, her expression softened and with a nod, she closed the door behind her.

Turning around, you made quick work of the sheets and pillows, laying down in a way your back was still propped up onto the bed frame. Grasping a book you were half finished with, you opened your arms in an open invitation.

"Come here."

It didn't take long until you were both comfortably under the blankets, legs interviewed and her head on your shoulder. The room was quiet except for your soft words, and within minutes, Farah was breathing steady next to you, body finally relaxing.

It went like that for some time, and when you went to turn the page and start a new chapter, her voice stopped you.

"Thank you."

Untangling herself a little, she pulled herself up and gently kissed your forehead. It was unhurried and entirely chaste, just like her kisses usually were; in this form, they meant more than anything else in her book, and by default, in yours too. Sensing how grateful she was, you gave her a warm smile, and with a gentle hand on her back, you directed your attention back to the book in your other. It wasn't long before she was snoring softly against you, quiet breaths rhythmically hitting your chest.

[adastrael]

Tranquilo

Pairing: gender neutral reader / alejandro vargas

Summary: In nature you could always find comfort, no matter the place or time. When he came along, you had a person to share that with again.

Word count: 993

Warnings: none

A/N: something short but hopefully comforting while I work on other things :)

From very early on, you've enjoyed nature immensely. Ever since you could babble on like all babies do and grasp the grass in your hands, your parents had difficulties tearing you away from the ground in fear of making you upset. A little older, but still just a child, your mother would often have to drag you back into the house when the Sun started setting, because you were too fascinated with insects or birds to realize how much time has passed. Luckily, living in a suburban part of the city, there was a perfect opportunity for you to spend time outside whenever you wanted to, close under your parents' watchful eyes — although that became less relevant as the years went by. You could always leave the house and sit in the garden or wander around the neighborhood, effectively escaping the rush of everyday life for a while.

Your parents used to joke about this with their friends, your habit of constantly playing in the sandpit and bushes instead of joining the others on the swings or teeter-totter. In the beginning, they worried about your place in social life, not having the desire to make friends like your peers did. Later on, you didn't have trouble making connections, so they didn't try to pressure you into forgetting about your passions. It would have been hypocritical anyways, knowing how both of them grew up and still were.

When you were old enough, your father started to take you hiking and camping with him. It was an activity you quickly learned to love; just the two of you for a few days, peacefully treading through the seemingly untouched places nature offered. It always reminded you to appreciate the smallest things, be it the quiet on top of a mountain with only the wind in your ears, or the small but joyous sound of the fireflies at night, lulling you to a peaceful sleep.

Despite that, some of the most memorable adventures were spent with your mother. She didn't like to trek as far as her husband, opting to stay home instead and work on the garden she had been growing ever since your birth. You would argue about the way you used the word adventures, because she believed you had to go somewhere further for that, but you always thought it wasn't just a physical thing — an emotional one meant just as much, if not more.

When you started speaking, walking and causing mischief, your mother let you help her tend to all the plants she was growing. The more years went by, the wider variety of flowers, vegetables and fruits could be found in the little section, guarded by a picket fence your father purchased for this exact reason. Your favorite used to be the berries that hang low when ripe, ready for taking — it wasn't hard to guess who sneakily ate them all before your mother could actually pick them, but she never said a word.

Through all the memories you harbored, the best were still the ones you had spent by yourself. It wasn't to say you didn't enjoy the company, very far from it, but you've always been introverted in that way; with a good book or a paper and pencil, you could take hours just basking in your own company. At the end of the day, you were your own loyal friend, and if anyone was to leave you to your own devices, you would certainly never be disappointed.

There are some things that never change, no matter the time that passes.

"Mi vida, it's getting late."

Snapping out of your haze, you lifted your head to gaze at the owner of the familiar voice. Alejandro was standing just an arm's length shy behind you, a soft smile playing on his lips. You've always appreciated how considerate he was, finding gentle ways to bring your attention back to the present when you were far away in your own head. You often found yourself immersed in other matters, but he wasn't afraid to help guide you back to whatever was happening in the moment.

When your eyes took him in a few moments later, the upward curl of your lips were natural: as the Sun was dipping just behind the horizon, the rays casted an orange-like light on his face, highlighting his chocolate irises and strong face. Even if he'd argue, you knew he was the most beautiful person you have had the chance to meet.

"Didn't realize, sorry."

Turning your head back to the view in front of you, Alejandro just chuckled and sat down next to you on the wooden bench. It was one he carved for you from the wood he chopped next to the house long ago; the sight of the initials on the backrest were enough to remind you of the child-like joy you felt when it was finally put into place. Another piece of memory you shared with him.

The scenery truly was breathtaking. This high up in the mountains, everything looked so much smaller. Everything, but the sky, that was currently adorning some of your favorite colors: hues of red, orange and yellow, all mixed with the neutral blue that always looked back at you. The Sun was already halfway down, disappearing behind the top of another, bigger mountain, creating an ethereal glow around the landscape.

"Beautiful."

Alejandro only muttered the word quietly, but you knew he appreciated the view just as much as you did. And knowing him, the expression extended to your being too, not just the nature in front of you.

The next few minutes, until the Sun eventually disappeared under the horizon were spent in a peaceful quiet, one that gave you an eternal sense of comfort and calm. Sitting next to the one who was most important to your heart, sharing a moment that meant almost just as much — if there was solace in the world, you found yours.

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Translation:

Mi vida - my life

[adastrael]

Cod: mw ii characters as type of kisses (pt.2)

Pairing(s): gender neutral reader / simon "ghost" riley, rodolfo "rudy" parra, alejandro vargas, valeria garza

Word count: 2.4k

Warnings: nothing that I know of, this is just fluff

A/N: here is part two! I have another (last) one in the works, I hope you like this as much as the previous one <3

Simon "Ghost" Riley - "hand kiss"

Being in a relationship with someone who had a difficult time opening up wasn't an easy thing, and if you were a lesser person, you would have given up long ago. But knowing your love was reciprocated — even if not in a flashy way in front of the general public — made the hardships well worth it.

Gently scooping up a little sapling while humming under your breath, you were enjoying a calm Monday afternoon. Well into the month of May, the weather has been perfect for gardening for a while now, and you didn't waste the time you had to tend to your little oasis in front of the house. The various plants have been growing for years and the garden was something you were really proud of; fruits, vegetables and flowers were all healthily blooming in this time of the year, making the path leading to the front door inviting and beautiful.

Lost in your own bubble, just thinking about where your next pumpkin seeds should be planted, you only perked up when you heard a vehicle on the street. It was usually a quiet neighborhood — you lived there for a good reason — aside from a few people who tended to come and go during the day, so the noise of a car always drew your attention. Hearing it slow down, then an engine being cut off, you finally turned your head after putting a flower down from your hands. Spotting a familiar black SUV parked in front of the house, you couldn't contain a beaming smile stretching across your face. Quickly getting up, you made your way over to the car, skipping a few of your steps on the way.

"Simon!"

As soon as the figure stepped out from behind the shade of the vehicle, you were throwing yourself into his arms.

"You're home early!"

"I am."

His rumbling voice was the same you were used to, and it didn't fail to make you feel comforted.

Standing in the driveway in his arms, it quickly became difficult to hold your tears back and not let your feelings get the better of you. You liked to think you've always dealt well with his absence, but every time he came home, it was nearly impossible to avoid becoming emotional. You would have thought that after all this time it didn't have such a strong effect on you, but Ghost never failed to bring your deepest feelings out — often with simply his presence.

As he lowered his head and hid his still covered face into the crook of your neck, you wound your arms around his shoulders a little tighter, hoping to convey what you felt. Knowing he needed a few minutes staying like that — just as much as you did — you let yourself fully relax and enjoy being in his hold again.

Not much later, he reluctantly let you go from the secure embrace, gently raking his eyes over your form.

"Come on, let's go inside."

Giving a slight shake of his head, Ghost reached for your hand that was now hanging by your side.

"Simon, my hands are still dirty!"

"Don't care." - came his murmur, and he lifted your right hand to where his mouth was still hidden beneath his mask.

Your breath got caught in your throat a little; no matter how many times he did this — always, when he greeted you — it still made you feel special and appreciated in a way no one else could. You knew it was his way of saying "I love you", and if that didn't make you feel even warmer inside, you don't know what did.

Rodolfo "Rudy" Parra - "routine kiss"

There was something endearing about the way he subconsciously presented his cheek for you whenever you leaned in to put a kiss on his face. Often, he was busy doing something work related even at home, so greetings or goodbyes could be swift and hurried. It didn't bother you much however; when it mattered, he was always more than ready to show you how much he appreciated you.

You've been scribbling words on a post it note for a few days now, making a grocery list for later when you would have time to go and shop for the needed ingredients. During the second half of the week you've waited, knowing some of the missing items would appear on the paper sooner or later — your boyfriend would add them when he suddenly remembered something missing from the house. So far, he's only scratched one additional thing on it during the time he's been spending home lately, so you decided come Monday morning, it would be the perfect time to go out. He would be going to work later that day, so maybe you could even make him breakfast before he disappeared for God knows how long again.

You weren't angry or annoyed by that anymore, getting used to how different your daily (or weekly) routines were. It still wasn't rare for you to subconsciously bring the topic up when he was home though, and the poor soul never failed to apologize every time. You had to reassure him you didn't mind and you knew how important work was for him, and that it just accidentally slipped from your lips — old habits die hard as they say.

The upcoming Monday morning, you got up and got ready to go out and buy a few things as planned. Of course, your boyfriend, Rodolfo was already awake, so you couldn't leave without chastising him for being up early on a day he could have been still snoozing in the comfortable bed you two shared.

"I wanted to take another look at these reports before going, mi corazón."

"Of course you did."

Sitting at the dinner table, all kinds of papers laid out in front of him, he looked professional already, even though it was early enough for you to feel drowsy with sleep. He's always been quick to get into the working setting, that much was true, so you just smiled a little. Thanks to the high wooden surface, Rodolfo was just at a comfortably reachable lever for you to lean close and put a kiss on his cheek. As if he sensed it coming, not even looking up from the words on the page, he turned his head a little, angling the left side of his face towards you a little more. It made you smile immediately, even knowing he didn't even notice he was doing it.

"I will be back soon."

"Alright. Be safe!"

Later that day, when he finally had to leave for work, you got much more than a small peck back in exchange as an apology from him. You would make sure to make up for the lost time later.

Alejandro Vargas - "comforting kiss"

If you had to summarize why he was such a good partner, you would have certainly been in trouble. From his habit to check on everyone dear to him, to the way he could make you laugh just by pulling a silly face; he was really in touch with his emotions, and even more with the ones' close to him. He always radiated warmth and a positive energy, and it was hard not to feel similarly joyful in his company. Even on your worst days, he was there to lift your mood up, even when you didn't ask him to.

It was pretty late when you managed to crawl out of the comfort of your bed. Having woken up multiple times during the night for one reason and another, you were grumpy and had no motivation to do anything now that it was finally morning. Unfortunately, duty called, and the housework wasn't going to do itself. So, cursing under your breath, you clambered out of the bedroom and went downstairs to at least get a cup of coffee before facing the challenges of the day. There would be a few, because the past two or so days were filled with work of other nature, so you really needed any extra energy you could get.

Entering the kitchen, you were met with the sight of your husband. He was facing you backwards, doing something on the counter while quietly muttering under his breath — probably not to wake you. When he heard you audibly yawn in the doorway, he swiveled around with a bright smile to greet you.

"Buenos días mi vida."

"Morning."

You never understood how he was so chipper in the morning, but it wasn't an annoying or bad thing; his enthusiasm was contagious, no matter the time of day.

You could feel a little smile forming on your lips and already feeling slightly better, you made your way over to the counter to pour yourself some coffee. Thankfully a dose has been cooling for some time in the jug, so you could comfortably make a cup and start drinking it. Alejandro, who was just quietly watching the whole time, now stepped in front of you, sneaking his hands around your waist, paying attention not to make you spill your beverage.

"How did you sleep?"

"Rough. Kept waking up."

"Sorry to hear that. Maybe I can make you feel better?"

He was wearing one of his cheeky grins again, and you knew he was thinking about trouble. It was clear he was just joking though, the tone and the mirth in his eyes were enough giveaway.

"I have to do the housework first. The dishes, folding clothes, vacuuming.."

"Amor, I already did the first two."

Looking into the sink, you noticed now that he was right. In your morning haze, you didn't pay enough attention, seems like.

"Sorry. Just tired."

Flashing him an embarrassed smile, you finished the rest of your coffee in one go. Squaring your shoulders and letting out a deep sigh, you put the cup down and mentally prepared yourself for the upcoming tasks. Slipping from his hold, you set off in the direction of the living room where the vacuuming was waiting for you.

"Hey, listen."

Reaching for your arm, Alejandro pulled you back gently, turning you to face him again.

"You know we can just do all of that together right? Or we could go upstairs, cuddle while you let me read to you, and we could simply do everything later."

His offer was promising for sure. Some more time to rest was very tempting, and you knew that by his side, maybe sleep would claim you once again — hopefully, this time peacefully. Unfortunately or not, you were stubborn, and it wasn't that easy to spoil your plans that once you made your mind up about.

"I can't, this needs to be done as soon as possible."

"Come on cariño, you can just leave it. You need this more. And I would be lonely in our bed without you by my side."

As usual, he knew he could easily win you over. Who were you to object when he made such good points?

"Fine. But we are doing everything later."

"Alright."

Flashing you a satisfied smile, Alejandro leaned down to kiss you. If you still had anything troubling your mind, it left immediately; his lips were soft and warm against you, and as you let the tension — that you didn't know you had — leave your body, he pulled you closer to himself, rubbing soft circles into your back. You were still amazed by how he always knew exactly what you needed, even when you weren't sure yourself. As the fairytales say: "One true kiss was enough".

Valeria Garza - "quick kiss"

Having such high authority as she did, it was essential for her to keep a strong and harsh facade in front of everyone. At first, understandably you weren't any exception, but it wasn't long before she allowed you to see a different side of her, one that let you know how much she appreciated you.

Still groggy with sleep, you reluctantly turned in bed to face the bathroom door. A muted light creeped into the darker room, indicating the presence of someone behind the door (if the careful noises weren't enough). The idea to have the two areas connected came shortly before moving together, and it wasn't hard to agree on the purchase, knowing both of your preferences aligned. Neither of you regretted it, not even when sometimes it cut one of your resting times short — like right now.

Hearing the lock click and the door open, you slowly sat up, rubbing at your eyes in hopes it would clear up the sleepy fog in your mind. Luckily, to a degree it did, and when a figure was already approaching the bed, you could think more clearly than before.

Valeria was already in her work clothes, and you knew she just got ready to leave for the day. It wasn't hard making out the silhouette of her uniform, and as she got closer to the bed, you could smell the perfume you bought for her previous birthday on her. It made a little smile curl on your lips, and as if mirroring you, her expression turned softer when looking down at you.

"Leaving already?"

"Sorry amor, you know I can't let them run the place without me."

Chuckling a little, you reached for her hand which she easily let you move. Linking your fingers together a little clumsily, you gazed up at her again, a smile still present on your face.

"I plan to cook your favorite tonight."

"I will hurry home then."

Leaning down, she pressed a soft kiss to your lips, then gently slipped her hand out of yours. Stepping over to the nightstand, she picked up her phone and a bag from the floor, then casting another loving look at your form, she left the room, closing the door behind her with a quiet click.

You waited a few minutes to hear the sound of her keys jingling, then as the quiet sweeped back into the house, you let your body fall back into the soft covers. You knew it was difficult for her to be gentle after the years of hardships, but it was okay; she was trying, and Valeria always found a way to let you know how much she loved you with the little things. And if you joked to yourself later that she would take care of herself, if only to come back to a home cooked meal, you had a hard time taking yourself seriously.

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Translations:

mi corazón - my heart

Buenos días mi vida - Good morning my life

amor - love

cariño - sweetheart

[adastrael]

Second chance

Summary: Phillip Graves was a lucky man, even when it didn't always feel that way.

Word count: 910

Warnings: suicidal thoughts, mentions of character death, near death experience, existential thoughts, slight references to alcohol problems, angst with very little comfort, hopeful ending, possible x fem!reader if you imagine it to be

A/N: I can't stop writing angst with Graves and I am about to make it everyone's problem lol. Anyhow, this wasn't really proofread, overall it's a fic about Graves surviving the whole getting blown up thing. The timelines might be a little confusing, but I hope it's still enjoyable! If you find any mistakes let me know!

Song recommendation: Daughter - Medicine (got inspired by the lines "You've got a second chance, you could go home")

Phillip Graves knew how fortunate he was. 

During his career, it was impossible not to experience some kind of loss; be it a higher up, a teammate, a friend or even a target, losing people was inevitable. When someone asked, his answer to the question was always the same — "You get used to it."

In reality, you never do, he never did.

Sometimes, when it was just him and an almost empty bottle of cheap liquor in his hands, he thought about everyone he could still remember. He knew lying to people wasn't a good way to handle his emotions, but he never wanted to let those close to him see how badly everything was affecting him. When the bottle was empty, he usually thought about more. How deeply someone has to lose themselves in order to not feel the hurt anymore — Graves didn't think it was possible to get rid of the pain, to keep it away. As much as he tried to convince himself that it didn't ache anymore, it was just the quickest way to bury his emotions without talking about them. It always hurt. No matter who he lost, how many people he had to say goodbye to, it never got easier. From the outside it seemed like it did, but he knew the truth behind every fake smile and speech he gave to his men.

Back when General Shepherd requested his aid bringing down Los Vaqueros and Task Force 141, Graves didn't want to believe him. There wasn't a good reason he would ask him to do something like this, especially knowing how close he got to both fractions. Yet, the General was serious, and looking into his eyes, Graves knew he couldn't say no to him. Not if he wanted to keep his team's and own life. That was probably what hurt the most about it: the fact that he was willing to go into battle in order to keep what was his safe. Perhaps if he was the better, the bigger man, he would have said no. What was his life compared to the others? Unfortunately, Graves wasn't as brave as a lot believed.

Days later, when he was in the burning tank, he knew he was right where he deserved to be. After the trials the Shadows put their newfound friends through, Graves was glad they could get their revenge back in a way it mattered. And if the thought of "Finally, I can rest" crossed his mind, no one was there to call him out for it.

Content to let the flames eat him alive, a sudden sound brought him out of his half delirious state. There was a voice that made him perk up automatically, although his brain was too fogged from the smoke to realize why. The first clear thought that his mind could scream was "No!" — if someone was there to get him out just to put him through torture later, he was going to do everything in his power to stop them. How dare they take even more away from him; his friends, his rank, his family, all of that wasn't enough — they weren't allowed to rid him of the gift of dying too.

But soon enough, as the hatch on the tank finally snapped open, a familiar face greeted him; William, one of his Sergeants was there, calling out for him and clawing his way into the burning vehicle. At that moment, Graves realized he couldn't give up. Not until there was just a single person waiting for him to continue moving forward, no matter how much it hurt.

Sometimes, that didn't stop him from wishing he would just end it all.

*

Sitting on a high kitchen chair, the garden looked peaceful through the window. Graves was humming a tune softly, something he remembered from long ago. His gaze was following a bird absentmindedly, contect to let his quiet thoughts drift through the silence of the house. The morning was young, but there wasn't anything keeping him in bed anymore.

The bird now gone, his eyes trailed back to a chicken picking at the grass, trying to find worms and seeds to eat. Just like yourself — his mind supplied, and Graves had to snap himself back from wherever his thoughts wanted to take him.

"Phillip?"

Slowly turning around, he greeted the owner of the voice with a small smile.

"Good morning."

"Couldn't sleep?"

He only nodded, letting the silence fall back on the room again.

The person shuffled to the coffee maker, mechanically putting everything where they were supposed to be. They did the same thing every morning, so it wasn't anything difficult to handle, even in such a tired state. Within a few short minutes, the smell of coffee was evident in the little kitchen.

"How are you today sweetie?"

After sitting down beside him, the woman gently took his right hand and started caressing his knuckles. Her touches were featherlight, knowing how to keep the pressure to a level he could still appreciate.

"Good. Better."

"I'm glad."

He was grateful, for he didn't need to bring up yesterday's happenings. It was better to let them be in the past, even if he wasn't sure they would always stay there.

The kitchen was quiet. The only sounds were the slow sips of coffee being taken, one that was routinely enough to make his thoughts settle again. He knew the monumental rise of them would come back later, but for now, it was calm.

[adastrael]

Cod: mw ii characters as type of kisses (pt. 1)

Pairing(s): gender neutral reader / kyle "gaz" garrick, phillip graves, john "soap" mactavish, john price

Word count: around 2.1k

Warnings: slightly suggestive themes, other than that just fluff

A/N: this work was inspired by some posts I have seen years ago, but unfortunately couldn't find the original sources anymore :(

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick - "in the moment kiss"

Maybe you were arguing about something, or talking about another niche topic for the fifth time that day; either way, you looked way too alluring not to kiss.

"I just don't get it you know? Why would they name the fruit pineapple?"

It was just another day he spent at home with you between missions, enjoying the quality time you two could share together. As usual, you've been going off about the mentioned topic for a few minutes now, trying to prove your point to him about how it made no sense to call the fruit pineapple — naturally, you were sure your opinion was correct on the matter.

So utterly absorbed in your own thoughts, gesturing with your hands and all, you didn't realize how your boyfriend was staring at you the whole time. Gaz always looked at you like you hung the stars above, enhancing the night sky with them — you did, if he was to answer. His gaze was burning in the best way possible, filling you with warmth whenever he set his sight on you. You weren't sure if he knew the effect he had on you, but judging by his smirk sometimes, it was likely.

Within a few seconds after your question, your rambling got swiftly interrupted by a palm on your cheek, gently turning your head towards his direction. Before you could say anything about it — protest, most likely — warm lips pushed onto yours, effectively cutting off the train of thought you were riding. You made a confused noise somewhere in the back of your throat, not having anticipated the motion, but it turned into a content sigh as you soon melted into the kiss — just like every time your mouths connected and you got lost in everything that was him.

Gaz kissed like you were a treasure to cherish, like he was afraid that if he stopped touching you, you'd never let him close again. He was passionate, eager, pressing into you like he wanted to stay in your embrace forever. Somehow, he never failed to stay considerate even during times like this; when his hands anchored you to his front, grabbing hold of your waist and neck to keep you in place, bodies so close to each other you could feel his heartbeat against your own chest.

All the same, when you only just seperated for air, he chased after your lips, craving more physical contact. Always more, more, more. It was like he was drawn to you, as if you were the siren luring him into the waters with your ethereal beauty. He never got enough of you.

When he leaned in for yet another kiss, you put a hand on his chest, only slightly applying pressure, knowing it would still get the message across about needing oxygen back in your lungs.

"What was that for?"

"You looked beautiful."

It was him initiating the kisses in the first place, yet he sounded so out of breath, like he hadn't taken a lungful in years. Even now, he looked at you like you were the most precious thing he has ever seen or held in his arms. It took your breath away too, no matter how long you've been together.

Safe to say, the topic of pineapples was long forgotten by the time he finally let go of you — although not for long.

Phillip Graves - "unbreakable kiss"

You shouldn't have been doing what you were, both of you knew. And yet, you couldn't find it in yourself to break things off, especially when he whispered so sweetly in your ear every time you gave him the chance to do so.

The corridors leading through the base were non-stop busy, Shadows and oftentimes Officials roaming them during the day. It was only expected, for a facility with such a high importance couldn't have gone unmonitored, no matter the hour. Thankfully, you had a little secret up your sleeve to avoid the passage of people, one that someone else also liked to get advantage of.

Tucked into one of the rarely visited corridors — only used for supply closets — your figure stood overshadowed by a taller, more defined body. If someone was to walk by, they would surely be shocked, seeing the easily recognizable blond locks tussled, free of the usual hair gel that kept them in place. They seemed longer now, almost like they were hidden all these time from the prying eyes of others. The knowledge that you were the only one seeing him like this made your chest ache, yearn with emotions you were too afraid to think about for too long.

No one visited these hidden, out of place corridors only during cleaning shifts, meaning you weren't afraid of anyone walking on you doing what was definitely forbidden, or the very least heavily downlooked.

You had no time to deeply think about such things like being discovered though, not when his teeth kept biting down, giving a welcomed stinging feeling to your already swollen lips.

"Can't get enough of you baby."

Graves liked to flatter, to see you fall apart under him slowly. He was a master of playing his cards right, knowing exactly how to push and where. The knowledge that you would have to get back to work after he was done with you made his blood run hot and a dangerous heat coil in his abdomen. Just thinking about the possibility of someone discovering you two, realizing what he was doing to you, making you feel was enough to drive him crazy.

"Don't tease Graves."

You really should have expected to be met with a cocky smirk, his lips curling into a mocking smile. It was only usual from him, after all.

"Why would I do that, when you give up so easily anyways."

You wanted to retort, you really did, but he cut your thoughts short with a knee between your legs and a warm palm against your throat. Not gripping or pushing, never outside of his room, just keeping it planted there. As if he was commanding "Still". Who were you to resist?

Sometimes you hated yourself for obeying so easily. You yielded too fast, you knew. Yet, there wasn't enough strength in you to stop him, not when his touch made you feel things no one else was able to.

John "Soap" MacTavish - "distracting kiss"

It didn't matter how many times he did the same thing, you never failed to subtly lose and let him have the win, even if you saw his plan from miles away. You liked to see him happy and if it cost losing a game, you were more than content to let him have the victory.

It wasn't unusual for Soap to try to sabotage you while racing or competing for something. He was prone to mischief and thanks to his competitive nature, games often felt much more high-skate than they were supposed to. You didn't mind that too much though, it was always fun playing something with or against him.

This particular afternoon you two decided to play Mario Kart, getting the idea from an advertisement you heard a few hours prior. After every task was completed for the day, both of your afternoons were free of any other chores, leaving you with a few spare hours to spend. Neither of you owned many games, but luckily Soap managed to get his hands on some stuff — sorry Gaz — so now you were able to play.

Some friendly banter and a few rounds later, the score on the monitor showed how you were a point ahead of him. He thought that just wouldn't do, the little voice in his head egging him on to win against you. So naturally, he came up with a plan that was guaranteed to reap him the victory. He knew it always worked, no matter how many times he had used it on you — not suspecting that maybe that was because you let him get away with it.

When the sound of the next game starting alerted you to focus on the screen, Soap waited for you to get immersed in the race. When your whole attention was on the TV, he put his controller down and leaned over to put a big kiss on your cheek. He didn't stop there, diving back to give you more and more, not letting up even for a second. His kisses were intentionally sloppy, leaving wet spots on your face. He even went as far to use his tongue and lick a stripe up your cheeks, making you screech at him to stop. It wasn't serious of course, you were uncontrollably giggling under his ministrations, trying really hard to focus on the game. It was near impossible though, with how quickly he moved to your nose and ears, tickling them with his breath and messy kisses.

"Soap stop!"

Of course, the moment you put the controller down, he wound his arms around your body and went crazy, kissing all over your neck, shoulders and just anywhere he could reach. You were laughing earnestly under him, your voice cracking and tears gathering in your eyes thanks to how hard your frame shook with your giggles and pleas for him to stop already.

In the end the game was long forgotten, screen going dark over the two cuddling figures on the couch. He truly loved when you were this happy, and if it only took a few kisses and him losing the game, then so be it. Your happiness was more important than his pride anyways.

John Price - "early morning kiss"

He's always been seemingly distant, hard and rugged around the edges. In the rare mornings you spent together, he was always soft and caring; the complete opposite of what people thought of him. It was only then, and only for you.

You've never been a picky person. It wasn't in your nature to demand things you didn't have, to yearn for something that wasn't in any way available for you. It was pointless dwelling on what if's and illusions, staying focused on the present worked way better — you suspected that was part of the reason he found himself drawn to you.

Still, in these scarce moments, you let yourself imagine if you were.

It was barely past 6 in the morning, way too early for someone like you to be awake, much less on a Sunday. There was no way you were going to go back to sleep despite that, not when you had a rare opportunity like this with him.

Price — your John — was quietly snoring next to you, a heavy arm slung over your stomach and head buried between your shoulder and collarbone. His beard slightly scratched your bare skin with every even breath he took — puff, puff, puff — gradually making you drowsy again. You didn't want to go back to the dreamland right now, but you appreciated how he could calm and lull you even in his sleep.

He looked calm like this; the hard lines on his face gone, the angry furrow of his brows absent, annoyed scowl invisible. Price always seemed much younger while resting, when he didn't hold the whole weight of the world on his shoulders. These times, he didn't. There, in your bed and deep asleep, he was just another man. Not a Captain, not a soldier, not a provider: he was ordinary.

You couldn't help basking in the moment, just contently existing next to him in a quiet fashion. Your eyes traced his face over and over again, gaze always ending up on his mouth, slowly moving as he was breathing in and out. Not quite snoring, just having deep relaxed breaths like one makes deep in sleep.

You didn't want to touch him in fear of disturbing his well-earned rest, didn't dare to, but the want to plant a kiss on his lips never truly left the jumbled mess of your thoughts.

It must have been minutes, you noted, when you finally had to stifle a yawn. You decided a few more hours wouldn't hurt in the end, and turned to get into a comfortable position to return to a land of dreams.

"Got tired of me, love?"

His morning voice never failed to send shivers all over your body, no matter how many times you heard it before. Barely moments after he just woke up, his accent heavy and clouded with sleep, voice scratchy like gravel, but in a good, rumbling way — you loved it more than anything. If God's angels had a voice, you were sure they sounded like this.

"Never."

And that was the truth.

As you turned back to look at him, he already had his eyes open and looking at you. His irises were still brimming with dreams, but a slight smile was already playing on his lips. Soft and loving.

"Good."

He leaned in close, just barely touching your lips with his. It wasn't anything special or long, he didn't put much effort in it; yet, it meant more to you than anything else he could ever give.

"Morning darlin'."

[adastrael]

ᥫ᭡ Masterlist ᥫ᭡

Call of Duty

Cod: mw ii characters

- as type of kisses

• Pt.1

• Pt.2

• Pt.3

- and things they collect

• Pt.1

• Pt.2

Phillip Graves

• Second chance

Alejandro Vargas

• Tranquilo