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Intro post + masterlist!

Hi lovelies! 💚

This is an account revolving around COD men hehe

First of all, let's me introduce myself!

I write, and I draw 💚 Once again, feel free to request anything! I do also have two CoD OCs that I may talk about, my newer-main one being called Barracuda :3

I'm Callie! 💚 She/Her 💚 I've grown up with call of duty and can definitely see the appeal tbh. 👀 My favorite CoD characters? Hands-down, Soap and Roach. My boys are still alive in our hearts trust. Adler and Bell too.. hehehehe. I do love interaction, so feel free to interact!!

I also have ma boyfriend @aneshrimpi-miziru

Sometime later I might make a better intro bit, and definitely a better masterlist but yea hehe

"And I know you know that those wings, they weren't made for walkin'."

I do not condone/support the use of AI in any creative form. All of my works are made by my own hands. I might handle heavy themes, so be warned.

hallooooooo :D

I luv your work btw!!! If you don't mind could you do reverse grumpy and sunshine of Soap and reader? (Soap is sunshine) :3

Yes!! Hehe :3

You were a thunderstorm and Johnny was your sunlight. Hand in hand, you get a beautiful rainbow.

Johnny saw a wet cat in you, and felt a need to brighten your day whenever he came across the likes of you. You never really directed your grumpiness at him. But for everyone else? They get to witness your attitude first-hand.

It started when you first made your way on base. A grumpy recruit, you were. Practically having to bite your tongue to stop yourself from making some sarcastic, snappy remark towards a superior. But one fateful day when you passed the well-known 141 in the hall, Johnny gave you a once-over and offhandedly told you to "brighten up, buttercup."

And, if you were being honest with yourself, that moment stuck with you. It was stupid, really, being enamored over such a small comment. But for some reason, his energy just... rubbed off on you. Your day immediately got brighter whenever you saw him in the hallways, and you began to think he actually looked forward to passing you.

That was the first stage.

After the cute little meet-ups in the halls, Johnny began invading your personal bubble. It started from sitting next to you at the mess, and it went to Johnny practically glued to your side whenever the two of you had freetime. You would be about to bite someone's head off with insults, and a shoulder brush from Johnny immediately shut you down.

It's gotten to the point where it's become noticeable, too. You'd be acting out and someone would wave Johnny over just so the sergeant could subdue your stormy nature.

He was the sun to your moon, and the soldiers around base made it obvious by making you two a package deal. When looking for you, someone would go to Johnny. When looking for Johnny, someone would come to you.

And now, at the present day, you two were rarely separated when not on an assignment. Johnny was your soulmate, you were sure of it. You knew, for a fact, the two of you were meant to be together in every universe imaginable.

#callie's blurbs #i love grumpy!reader x sunshine!soap #happy pride month guys :)#john soap mactavish #john soap mactavish x reader #call of duty #cod #cod x reader #call of duty x reader #call of duty soap #cod soap #cod soap x reader #cod fluff #answered ask :3

hellooo

i really love your writing and i was thinking about maybe curious puffling reader who was disoriented by the city lights during their first flight from burrow to ocean and keeps following the 141 who eventually take the pufflings to the sea cliffs and gently tosses them off into the air, allowing them to complete their journey to the ocean

i just really love puffins and hope to see more of them :)

Aww I love this!! I gotchu anon :)

"What the fuck are you holding, Sergeant?" Came Price's voice from behind Johnny. Johnny, the sergeant in question, had turned around to look at his captain.

"A puffin!" he said with a gleeful smile. In his hands was you! A small puffin, who clearly shouldn't belong here. "Bugger started following me around. It's so cute, isn't it?"

"You better get rid of it, Johnny. Not only are we not supposed to have pets, we also shouldn't let it become dependant on us." Price raised an eyebrow and used that signature dad pose.

"Give him a break, Cap," Kyle made his presence known, walking with lazy strides towards Johnny while clapping his captain on the shoulder. He gently tapped his finger to your beak as if to boop you before turning back to Price. "Besides, we're supposed to be on vacation." he gestured to the city around them. "No bossing us around."

Price, after staring at the two sergeants for a little longer, nodded before muttering something that sounded like "Yeah, you're right."

Johnny and Kyle celebrated briefly before turning their attention back to you. Johnny had sent Simon off to go buy some worms for you. They didn't even know if that's what you ate aside from fish, but something is better than nothing they supposed? Either way, Johnny knew some things about puffins. He used to birdwatch when he was younger, and he researched migration habits.

But one thing even a dumbass could know, was that you weren't supposed to be here.

So, the only thing he could think of was you must have been disoriented by the city lights. "You poor thing," Johnny cooed before holding you close to his chest. "We need to get you to the ocean, hmm?"

At this point, Simon came back with a small baggie of worms and you greatfully took them with small sounds of content. "I can drive," the lieutenant offered, his eyes fixed on you.

Johnny shared a glance with Kyle, then shifted his gaze over to Price. The captain nodded with a shrug. "Why not?" he agreed, already making their way to where they parked prior.

The drive to the beach was a quiet one if you had learned to tune out the bustling ruckus of the city. You now sat in Kyle's lap, your little webbed feet making small sounds of pitter patter as you walked all over him and chirped. The car ride was probably making you anxious, judging by how ruffled your feathers were.

Simon pulled the car off of the road and onto a small dirt one heading to the beach. After a few bumpy moments, the car slowed to a stop and everyone got out. Price opened the door for Kyle, the sergeant nodding thanks to his captain before meeting up with Simon and Johnny on the other side.

"We should probably take 'em to the cliffs. Maybe if it doesn't know how to fly, it'll atleast fall a little and hopefully it's wings will catch the wind." Johnny proposed which caused Simon to snort in amusement. "What? My logic is perfect." he defended himself with a smile.

A chorus of debatable murmurs rippled through the other three, and yet they still followed Johnny's lead. After climbing some rocks to get to a high vantage point, the four all stood around you as Johnny held you out over the edge.

"Be safe, little birdie." he murmured before gently tossing you in the air. You immediately took flight - a little unsteady at first, but soon enough you disappeared into the night with your happy chirps fading.

"Think it'll make its way to where it needs to go?" Price questioned from beside Simon.

"Probably," Kyle responded first as Johnny nodded. "Smart bird."

"Come on," Simon tapped each one of them on the shoulder before moving to walk back to the car. "Let nature do its thing. We did our good deed for the day, and I think we've earned ourselves a good dinner."

As the team celebrated with small whoops and "hell yeah"s, Johnny turned around one last time before smiling to himself and following the rest of the guys.

Why hello there ᵒ̴̶̷̤ꇴᵒ̴̶̷̤

Reader as a cat that's claimed 141 and brings them mice, rats or birds, sadly Jonny is the first victim of a dead mouse that ends up becoming all of them like this picture down here

hehehehe cat!reader adopting 141...

As a single parent of four oversized humans, you definitely had your work cut out for you in terms of feeding.

Nevermind the fact they could clearly feed themselves -- no. You wouldn't have that. If you weren't the one that fed them, you wouldn't be happy.

You started with the one they called Johnny. You weren't stupid -- you could understand basic human words and phrases. You knew all of your kits' names. It was your job as their parent.

You went out and hunted a nice, plump mouse. Big and brown, definitely healthy. It smelled amazing to the point your mouth watered carrying it back to the large box your kits resided in. Are they even kits at this point? Whatever. They are what you say they are.

Weaving through some corridors and into the nest where Johnny was sleeping, you gracefully pounced up onto the smaller nest with the mouse still in your mouth. You walked up to him, and dropped the mouse right in his open mouth.

Ignoring the fact he yelped and sounded angry or fearful or whatever that emotion was. Disgusted? Who cares. You thought he was happy. You knew he was happy, actually. You know what's best for your kits.

The others were just as easy to feed, actually. To be fair, you did feed them all within the same night. With Johnny out of the way, your workload became much less.

You decided you'd go for your oldest next. Atleast you think Price is your oldest.. you're not entirely sure. He's as old as you say he is. And judging by the way his limbs creak, you had determined he was the oldest. Maybe he should get a bird. Or a cricket. Crickets were easier to catch due to the fact it's night, so maybe Price should get that.

You had set out to hunt again, and almost immediately caught a cricket. The hopper was still alive while you were bringing him back. Slipping through the small crack into Price's nest, you repeated the same process you did with Johnny. Why do all of your kits sleep with their mouths open? Whatever. It makes your job easier.

Dropping the cricket into his mouth, you watched as Price enthusiastically sucked it in his throat in a bout of coughing. He sure had an interesting way of eating things, that was true. Before you could listen more, Price had snatched you up and set you outside his nest and closed the entrance.

How ungrateful.

Maybe he's in a sour mood. You shouldn't pay him any mind, and instead work to catch a rat for Simon. Your kits' dinners varied every night, depending on what you were in the mood to catch. But that was pretty much self explanatory judging by previous events.

You repeated the process again, and soon enough you were in Simon's nest with a large rat. He actually gave you a designated spot to set his meals. So instead of waking him up, you decided to set the rat down on the platform and began the search for Kyle's dinner.

You could catch a frog for him. Maybe he'd appreciate that, right? Too bad. You were his parent. You chose his dinners. Finding a nice green frog, you did the same exact thing you did to Price and Johnny.

You dropped it into his mouth.

Only then were you satisfied, purring on your way out the door (ignoring Kyle's protests and sputtering) and into the woods where you would hunt your own dinner. Of course you'd feed them before yourself! That's what a good parent would do.

You didn't have to know that you were considered their pet, and that you weren't actually their parent. You were as happy as you ever were, and they'd like to keep it that way. Because maybe, just maybe, they actually enjoyed your company.

reader who was a shrimp in their past life

"Check your posture, Sergeant," you heard Price's gruff voice from behind you as you sat hunched and eating your breakfast at the mess hall. You immediately straightened your back and winced with the sheer amount of cracking it did. "There ya go," your captain's laugh reaches your ears from where he took a seat somewhere a few seats down.

"Why do you care?" you complain, hiding your grumbles as you bit into your sandwich.

"Cause ye look like a shrimp," Johnny, who just sat down to your left, responded. "Ye're almost worse than Simon over there." he pointed to the lieutenant, who was currently sitting across from Price. Simon, hearing Johnny's words, straightened up and rolled his shoulders as if the movement was intentional and not at all brought on by his sergeant.

"And it's bad for you," Kyle added on, rolling around a tomato with his fork. "You don't want to be stuck shaped like a parentheses for the rest of your life, right?"

"Or back pain," Simon added on from the sidelines, which was then accompanied by an agreeing grunt from Price.

The conversation lulled out eventually, and you found yourself shrimping once more. You just couldn't be bothered to sit up straight, but Kyle wasn't having any of that.

"You were a shrimp in your past life, weren't you?" Kyle raised an eyebrow, his eyes roaming over your posture. "It's like it's your default pose."

"Oh, shut up," You rolled your eyes, flicking a small piece of food at him. You didn't straighten your spine, though, as you were moreso content to just sit there.

"Our shrimp didn't deny it," Simon mentioned, which got you to give him the nastiest side eye known to man.

Then started the saga where they teased you for your horrid posture and Price may or may not have signed you up for physical therapy to help with it. You have learned, though, that Simon is a fucking hypocrite and so you drag him to physical therapy with you. (he only lets you because you won't do it without him)

Have a small blurb of you stealing their clothes hehe :3

Walking around base wearing Kyle's hat was quite normal now.

Except the only issue was, Kyle never consented to you stealing his hat. So, basically, whenever he came across you in the halls with his hat on -- he always yoinked it right off of your head with a "not yours," or a playful "give it here, love."

You lived for stealing his hat, and you were his bane of existence. The perfect duo, of course!

Soldiers always side-eyed you when they saw the "LT. RILEY" plastered across your back on the hoodie you wore.

It's like they knew you stole the hoodie from your lieutenant. Like they knew your dirty little gremlin mitts would sneak into his room at the barracks and take a hoodie of your liking. Whenever you came across the man himself, he would just stop and look you dead in the eyes.

"Make sure you wash it," is all Simon would say before he let you continue on with your day.

Surely Johnny wouldn't miss a wrist watch, right?

After all, it felt much more comfortable on your wrist than it probably did his. It even had this cute little unicorn on the inside of the band he probably didn't want anyone seeing. Too bad you saw it, but you aren't a snitch. You'll keep his secret. When Johnny ate next to you at the mess, he raised an eyebrow and nodded his chin towards your wrist. "That's mine, no?" he had asked.

At your nod, he only smiled and shrugged. "Keep it."

God forbid you take Price's boonie hat.

That old thing has seen probably decades worth of wars, old to the point if you touch it, it may decintegrate. You took it anyways. Oh, but your captain was furious. Stomping around all hatless and angry like you took his nonexistent child. As soon as his eyes landed on you, talking with other sergeants and wearing his hat.. You were fucked.

"Is that all you got, Sergeant?" Price shouted at you as you ran your twentieth lap carrying your tac gear. You were in for a long day, but you'd do it again purely for the reaction it got out of him.

Rat Reader in the corner

I CACKLED WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS 😭😭😭

#answered ask :3 #what the fuck #the cackle i let out #im sobbing

rat!reader who's forcefully adopted by the sergeants

They'd hear your little scuffling whenever the base lulled into a quiet atmosphere.

It was clear you had little paths to every section of the base. Either that, or there were multiple of you. The guys couldn't really tell, but oh well.

But, enough of that. Onto the main issue.

Every day, the sounds of something, presumably you, gnawing on wood would emanate from Kyle's room, specifically under his bed. The sergeant had brought it up to Price quite a few times, but his concern was always shrugged off. It was just a rat, how much harm could it do?

A lot, apparently, judging by Kyle's scream one night which caused everyone to burst through the door, guns raised.

"The fucker was on my bed!" Kyle shouted, pointing at you, who is now in the corner of the room staring at them.

"That's a fatass rat," Simon muttered, running a hand down his face before grumbling and leaving the scene. On the way out and down the hall, faint muttering of "It's too early for this" could be heard.

Only Johnny and Price remained - as well as Kyle, of course, - and all three of them were staring at you. That was until Johnny examined you further and his expression broke into a grin.

"Oh, it's this little guy! I've been feeding it for a while now," Johnny causally mentioned, causing Kyle to whip his head around with his vision darkening at the edges for a second.

"You-" Kyle sputtered, looking to Price for answers. Price only shrugged.

"You two take care of this." was all Price said before he, too, left.

That left Johnny and Kyle and you in the room. The two sergeants were bickering about something as you sniffed around the floor for crumbs or whatever you did with your freetime.

"We can keep it." Johnny offered with a wink.

"No, it's a rodent," Kyle shot back.

"It can be our pet!"

"No it can't, Johnny."

"Why not? It's moral support."

"I- fine. You're taking care of it though." Kyle muttered after he realized Johnny would only keep asking.

"Done!" Johnny ended with a mischievous smile as he turned his gaze to you and flexed his fingers. "Come here, pspspspsps,"

The next thing you knew, you were in a rather large see-through box with all the things a rat could need to live its best life. A rather large circular object was in the back corner, and whenever you walked on it, it moved.

You could get used to this. Definitely much more comfortable than the walls, of course.

Little brown bat!reader who's eepy

(Shifter!reader)

You were a clingy little thing.

As a bat shifter, you were relatively small to your 'cousins,' or whatever you called other bat shifters. You could fit comfortably in a human hand, let's just say that.

That being said, you also clung to your teammates whenever you were sleepy.

One dull afternoon, after Price had finished making recruits on base run laps or whatever involved punishment because someone drew a dick on the captain's door, the team had met up in the rec room to lounge. Every Wednesday after training was your dedicated relax time you all agreed on. Yet - you were nowhere to be seen.

"Where's our sarge?" Price had asked, looking at Johnny and Kyle - the two other sergeants shrugging in return. Only when Price turned his gaze to Simon was when he had the answer.

Simon, in response, turned around. There you were, on his back with your little hooks dug into the fabric of his hoodie. Your eyes were closed and your little body shifted with each soft breath of slumber. You were the perfect picture of content.

Johnny may or may not have snapped a picture for the blackmail folder he has against you.

Kyle already began prepping your little corner dedicated to you with soft blankets to help with warmth while Price carefully pried you off of Simon's back. Your captain then set you in the little nest Kyle prepared for you, and the team migrated to the opposite corner as to not disturb you.

You were a great soldier, and that was enough to look past the fact you sleep around twenty hours a day. They would take care of you anyways, they always do.

Plus, they can't deny the fact they love tucking you in.

Woodcock!reader (aka the meep 🤷‍♀️ bird)

The urn weighed heavy in Price's hands, his physical strength no match for the mental significance of what he was currently holding. His sergeant. The same sergeant he had failed to protect.

Oh, Johnny...

How they all missed him and grieved every day since he was killed.

He felt Simon's hand on his shoulder and Kyle's gently covering his. "We have to let him go," the sergeant had said, his voice strained as if he didn't want to say it at all. "It's what he'd want."

Meep.

The three men slowly turned their gazes down and to the left where a bird (you.) sat.

Meep.

You made the noise again, your little shoulders or wings or whatever the fuck you had doing a little shrug.

"What the fuck." Simon bluntly said, more of a statement than a question. You, in return, looked him dead in the eyes and--

Meep.

"Alright," Price cut in, holding out the urn and preparing to spread the ashes. He took a breath before he tried to continue. "Johnny, we-"

Meep.

"I'm gonna shoot this fucking bird," Kyle muttered, dragging a hand down his face as he suppressed a smile. He was exasperated, sure, but he also seemed two seconds away from bursting out with laughter.

"Do it," Simon agreed with a nod, though he too was sporting a rare smile. Maybe this was Johnny telling them to not take his death too harshly. Maybe this was Johnny saying that he was still watching over them.

(They don't have to know that you're just a normal bird that decided to crash the funeral)

Well, Simon could only hope.

Meep.

Price inhaled, a chuckle making its way out of him before he began to speak again. "We love you, Johnny--" Meep. "--and we'll make you proud, Sergeant." Price, with the help of Kyle and Simon, poured the ashes off of the cliff and watched the particles filter and fly away into the breeze.

They all shared a happy little moment, watching the sunset with an air of levity despite the grief. It was perfect, even without Johnny.

Meep.

You quickly made yourself known again, and their eyes all turned to look at you. Kyle, without warning, leaned down and snatched you and straight-up just chucked you off the cliff.

You meeped in protest before finally gaining your balance and flying away.

Price and Simon turned to look at Kyle. "Damn," Simon said calmly, as if he didn't just watch Kyle chuck a bird. Price just chuckled gruffly, shaking his head.

The three began to make their way back to the jeep they arrived in, Price hopping in the driver's seat while Simon took shotgun and Kyle in the back. The drive was silent, before--

Meep.

You were sitting almost smugly on the seat next to Kyle.

"Oh, what the fuck."

Hello, hello! Can I request a little scenario of how 141 would react to a medic!reader who makes them hug a plushie before treating them. Like, they're about to get shots and Reader insists they hug the axolotl plushie because it's for 'emotional support' otherwise, they're not getting treated at all.

I love this!! I apologize it has taken me a bit to write, but I hope you enjoy 💚

[Cw: Needles!!]

"Come on, Sergeant Garrick. Just hug the plushie and it'll all be over soon." You had said, holding out the axolotl plushie you required all of your patients to hug before being treated. It was key to make them show a little bit of vulnerability, even if it was through something so small.

...plus you just liked to see them complain.

"Seems a little stupid, doesn't it?" Sergeant Garrick had replied, a frown on his face as he practically glared at the plush you were holding out to him. "Just give me the shot, Doc."

"Please." you scoffed. "Sergeant Sanderson was able to do it without issue." you point to said sergeant, who was sitting happily waiting for his fellow teammates to finish with their exam. "Hug the damn plush or you aren't getting your shots."

Sergeant Garrick seemed to mull it over for a few seconds before begrudgingly taking the axolotl plush and giving it a big hug. You smiled, muttering something akin to a 'good boy' under your breath as you quickly and efficiently administered the shots.

"All done, Sergeant! Go sit with Sanderson over there while I get your buddies sorted." You said as you carefully put a bandaid - hello kitty designed - over the puncture wound. Then, you gave him an approving pat on his shoulder as you guided him towards the waiting area.

Sergeant MacTavish was next, and you nearly groaned as you felt the energy radiating off of him. Getting him to sit still alone would be a pain-- but also hugging a plush?

Nobody said you weren't ready for the challenge.

"Sit." You told MacTavish, quickly finishing off Garrick's paperwork before you finally gave him your complete attention. "Sit still," you clarified, glaring at his bouncing knee. You began to go over routine questions, just everything that would occur in a normal checkup.

When you finally held out the axolotl plush, MacTavish looked up at you with confused blue eyes. You held eye contact with him for an uncomfortable minute -(uncomfortable for him, at least)- before he finally caught on. "No," he shook his head, barking out an incredulous laugh. "I'm not holding that thing."

Which was fair. He was a grown ass man, a soldier, but you were also his doctor. You were in charge as of this moment. And your office, your rules.

"Hug it. Just for a second." You encouraged, your voice light but holding a slight strain of annoyance to it. "If Garrick and Sanderson could do it, you can too."

You knew MacTavish loved competition. So as soon as he realized he could do better than Garrick, he immediately took the axolotl plush from your hands and hugged it for atleast fifteen seconds. He only let go of it when you greatfully informed him you already gave him his shots and you were practically kicking him out.

Next came Lieutenant Riley. Personally, you were looking forward to seeing him hug an axolotl. Just the mental image alone was making you smile. You'd enjoy this.

The Lieutenant didn't need to be told to sit down, and when he did it was nice and still, unlike Sergeant MacTavish. You hummed, satisfied with the lack of issues so far. You placed the plush into his lap and to your surprise he seemed to already know the drill. He hugged it without issue.

"That was easy," you say with a smile in his direction. He huffed in return, a small roll to his eyes at your words.

"The Sergeants were overreacting." Lieutenant Riley replied, a gruff chuckle escaping his throat. You hummed in response, nodding along to what he said.

"True." you prepared a syringe and lined it up with his bicep. But he tensed under your touch, his breath hitching and eyes darting away. You tensed almost instinctively in return, but gently smiled instead of making a scene. "Afraid of needles too, hmm?"

The two of you exchanged a few more words, enough to distract the Lieutenant so you could administer his shot without him noticing. You bid him farewell when he was done, directing him to sit with the Sergeants.

Captain Price was next, the larger man strolling in and sitting down without you having to say something. The way he held an air of authority in your office almost had you glaring daggers at him.

You had no issue with the Captain himself, no. It's just that during every single one of these appointments, he acts as though he's in charge. Maybe your new rule will knock him down a peg.

"Here." You toss the axolotl plush into his lap (ignoring the part where it hit him in the face) and start preparing the syringe. "Hug it. Now." You said, your voice calm yet demanding him to follow through.

"This is silly," he replied in a gruff tone, one that had you raising your eyebrow in mild curiosity.

"You want me to close the door?" you joke, gesturing to your open office door where the sergeants and lieutenant can see inside. But to your surprise, he nodded and coughed, presumably to hide the embarrassed flush to his cheeks.

You hum confirmation, filing that knowledge away for later as you walk and close the door. Almost immediately, Captain Price gives the axolotl plush a little squeeze. Not exactly a hug, but close enough that has you nodding and gently taking the plush back. "Good job," you murmured almost to yourself as you counted down and stabbed (carefully injected) him with the needle.

Soon enough, you send the Captain on his way and listened to the team's laughs fading down the hall.

so, for the ferret reader, what if they have a phobia of being trapped and hides in the vents to prevent getting taped?

hmm I gotchu!

You didn't want it to happen again.

You've been hidden in the vents for about a few hours now, and your team trying to coax you out has gotten nowhere.

"Come on, Sergeant! It's jus' fun and games," Kyle shouts out to you, a twinge of guilt in his voice. "I'm sorry if we scared you," he added, a little quieter this time.

You seemed to debate with yourself for a few moments, before shaking your head and not humoring them. You curled up into a ball and tucked your paws under your head.

A collective sigh of disappointment - not at you, but towards themselves - reached your ears. "Listen, kid," Price's voice echoed to you through the vent. "We didn't mean to frighten you. We didn't even know it would. So why don't you come out and talk about it with us, yeah?"

It's not something you hadn't thought of. Who knows, maybe you'll get somewhere with them if you actually spoke about your problems for once.

Hesitantly, you crawled out from your place in the vents, down your little tube, and finally onto the floor in which you shifted back into your human form. You began to explain your fear of being trapped. You explain how you felt terrified, not in control. After a few more sentences, Simon cuts you off while Johnny silently hugs you and buries his face in your shoulder.

"We're sorry." the blunt apology was the most you'd get from Simon, but you knew he'd mentally beat himself up over it anyways. Johnny only made a muffled noise that sounded like an apology before pulling away from you.

They all held sympathy in their eyes, but guilt and self-loathing at what they had unintentionally put you through. Maybe looking back at it, they would realize taping you to the wall wasn't a good idea in the first place.

Your family wasn't perfect, but they listened.

And that's all that mattered.

Part 2 to [this] ferret shifter!reader post!!

It's been about... maybe five hours, or maybe six - you couldn't tell.

Or had it even been that long at all? You've always exaggerated things. Oh well!

Atleast they fed you. Soldiers passing through would give you a cracker or something. Of course, most of them took pictures and selfies with you. A few of the pictures you've held your little paw up and attempted a thumbs up.

Right before dinner started, your team walked back into the room with various expressions. Johnny was wearing a grin that you wanted to smack off of his face, Kyle had an amused tilt to his head, Simon looked like he was holding back a chuckle, and Price looked you up and down before sighing fondly.

"You've done your time," he chuckled as he gently removed the tape from your fur while Johnny prepared to catch you.

When you fell from your place on the wall and landed in Johnny's arms, you promptly bit his hand and scurried off out of the room in your ferret form. The noises you made could be considered laughing.

"Aye! That little shit!" Johnny yelled as he took off after you, Kyle on his heels. Back in the rec room, Price and Simon exchanged a glance, a shrug, and finally a chuckle while shaking their heads.

Back to you, you've been practically running for your life. Winding through the halls with the sergeants right on your paws. Kyle and Johnny were both shouting after you, things you honestly didn't even care to listen to.

You slid into your room in the barracks, and up the tube leading to the vent, and once you were out of their reach, you turned around and stuck your tongue out at them. Then, you disappeared into the vents like it was a normal day.

Perhaps, to you, maybe it was.

And yet you pouted when you were taped right back to that same wall an hour later.

I have returned friend, with more brainrot though this time being hybrid reader. It's winter and there's some heaters around base to help keep a little more warm, our dear cat hybrid reader is just chilling crouched infront of one nappin. Extra toasty they are that you can see stream floating off them 🤣

The second you all came inside, you immediately plopped down by the space heaters in the rec room. There as a chorus of groans and mutters about turning up the heaters, but you tuned them out.

You made your way over directly to one of the heaters and simply plopped down. Your tail curled around your body and your ears flicked with content as the heat did its work and warmed your cold body.

You didn't notice how your team had gone silent, how a snort escaped from Johnny and a chuckle from Kyle. You didn't see Simon slowly take out his phone and Price tilting his head to the side. "That's fucking beautiful." Price had chuckled with a shake of his head.

What he was speaking about, was you.

You, lounging infront of the heater like the cat you are, had literal steam rolling off of you in spirals. Sure, you didn't bother to dry off. Nobody did. But seeing actual steam emanate from you was hysterical. By now, one of your ears twitched and you opened an eye with annoyance.

"What are you fruit loops giggling about...?" You trailed off and took in the scene for the first time. Johnny was wiping tears from his eyes, Kyle had also pulled out his phone along with Simon. Price had taken off his hat and ran a hand through his hair, huffing in amusement.

"You, Sergeant." Simon said, his eyes crinkling in a rare smile. You turned your gaze to your body, and your eyes widened at what you saw.

Steam.

Fucking steam was coming off of you.

You stared blankly for a moment before absolutely bursting out with laughter. You rolled around on the ground like a worm before coming to your senses and wiping away the tears from your eyes. "What the fuck?" You giggled, amusement dancing in your eyes as you turned to your team. "Here here - you guys try!"

Within the next few minutes, you were all in a pile by the heater, radiating steam. A cartoon-y ass scene, but one of the few good ones.

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For your consideration. . . Ferret Shifter Reader?

Ferret shifter!reader... ejeiuwue

How did you get in this situation, you ask? Duct-taped to the rec room wall, overlooking everything?

Simple.

As a ferret shifter, one of your favorite things to do in your freetime is get into mischief. Mischief includes but is not limited to: thievery and pranks.

In conclusion to that, your logic consists of the one fact circled in red with several large arrows pointed to it. Your team is an easy target.

It started with Price. Something simple enough: his cigars. You always told him they destroyed his lungs, but noooo he kept smoking them. He couldn't smoke them if he couldn't find them. You shifted into your ferret form and crawled up and into the vents, hid the cigars, and left.

Johnny and Kyle were the ones you went all out on. You filled Johnny's room with flower-scented soap bars, and got your hands on a gasoline scented candle for Kyle's. You shifted and listened through the vents for their reactions, and your work paid off by how much they complained to themselves and muttered death threats to whoever could pull off that prank under their nose.

Simon was the hardest one. Your instincts were screaming at you to just steal his mask. He didn't wear it around you or the guys anyways. Surely he wouldn't notice.

Boy, were you mistaken.

The minute your shifted form snuck into his room, you were grabbed like a limp noodle and lifted up for inspection.

"Gottem," Simon said, turning you to face and make eye contact with him. He nodded to Johnny, who held a roll of duct tape in his hands.

"Bring 'em to the rec room. Put the bugger on display." Price had said, and that led to Kyle holding your ferret body against the wall while Johnny plastered the tape across your limbs and stuck you to the wall.

Stepping back to admire their work, they high-fived and led you high and dry. You faintly heard a "That'll teach 'em" from one of the guys before they disappeared from your view.

And that's how you got to where you were now. They might have won this time, but you'd get them back in time. Just you wait.

Roly-polie (isopod)!reader?? :3

There were both advantages and disadvantages of being an isopod. You were a decomposer. You could thrive on practically any diet. It, in theory, didn't matter what you ate.

But then there were the downsides.

You, whenever scared, dropped everything to curl into a ball. For example:

You were walking down the hall, quietly minding your business and sipping at your bland coffee when Kyle jumped out at you. Instinctively, you dropped your coffee, and fell to the floor curled up in a ball. He proceeded to laugh his ass off while you glared at him and demanded another coffee.

Simon always had that thing where he just randomly appears behind you. That being said, you were talking with your fellow sergeants when a large hand fell on your shoulder. You, as usual when you get scared, tuck in and curl. You land at Simon's feet, and he just looks down at you like he didn't embarrass you infront of other sergeants.

Price was different. He would give you the look. The look that parents give their kid when they fucked up. When you were called to his office, you practically curled into a ball under the glare he gave you.

And then there's Johnny.

Johnny would scare you every chance he gets. It pisses you off, especially because you can't help when your natural instinct is to curl. One time, though, when you stayed curled for a while, he decorated your curled form with stickers he got from who knows where.

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