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My audio masterlist

This link will redirect you to my audio masterlist on carrd for MW2 characters. I'm afraid to post these directly on tumblr due to its TOS, so I have made a separate page to compile them. These are explicit, so you have been warned. None of the audios are my own, the links on the site will redirect you to the creators! As of right now these characters are available: Konig, Soap, and Ghost. More to be added in the future!

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My audio masterlist

This link will redirect you to my audio masterlist on carrd for MW2 characters. I'm afraid to post these directly on tumblr due to its TOS, so I have made a separate page to compile them. These are explicit, so you have been warned. None of the audios are my own, the links on the site will redirect you to the creators! As of right now these characters are available: Konig, Soap, and Ghost. More to be added in the future!

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Added some links, enjoy!

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Shoot Your Shot (Johnny 'Soap' MacTavish x GN!reader)

Word count: 331

TW: None, unless my flirting counts. Calls reader 'hen' once.

You approached Soap as he moved some boxes around the barracks. As you come closer, you could get a good view of his arms and back flexing under his tight shirt. If there was one thing that you were thankful for, it was those compression shirts he wears around the base. You decided right there that today was the day you'd shoot your shot, so you stopped near him and leaned against the wall, arms crossed.

"Need somethin', hen?" He paused, wiping sweat from his brow before looking over to you.

"Just you," you replied casually, trying to maintain your cool demeanor, even though your stomach was already in knots at the mere thought of what you were about to attempt.

"Me? Whatcha need me for?" He fully stopped what he was doing now, looking over at you with a confused expression. You never asked for help much off duty, preferring to keep to yourself.

"Company," you smirked, "you're really cute, so I wanted your company." You were completely focused on maintaining your nonchalant attitude now, trying not to show what a nervous wreck you were.

"I-oh… thank you…" He managed to get out, his cheeks flushing with the realization that you came over here to hit on him.

"And handsome…" you continued, letting out a soft laugh as you noticed the blush grace his features.

You decided to go in for the kill. You shifted from your position leaning against the wall to walk towards him, lifting your hand to gesture to his cheeks. "That color looks great on you." The man was speechless. He scratched the back of his neck and avoided your eyes.

"What're you tryin' to do to me, hm?" His voice strained, trying not to sound too thrown off, but ultimately failing. It was written all over his flustered face.

"Flirtin' with ya, tryna get ya going." You smirked "Is it working?" your voice made him shudder.

"I'd be lying if I said you weren't succeeding."

A/N: I have been on hiatus due to a lot of stuff going on in life/work, but hopefully you guys enjoy the long overdue content! I'll be going through my half-finished requests now and pushing them out when I can. Might make a NSFW continuation to this later.

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How They Kiss MW HCs Pt. 2 (Rudy, Gaz, Price, and Graves x GN!reader)

@governessknt609 Hope you enjoy this, love<3

Absolutely, I needed to make a part 2 anyway! Sorry for the delay, I've been busy with college:)

As always, minors DNI.

TW: none really, just fluff and sappy stuff from this point forward. Some mentions of violence, smoking, nothing excessive.

Rodolfo “Rudy” Parra

Rudy likes to be gentle with you, usually reserving kisses for the calmness only available in private.

Kissing Rudy makes you melt in his arms.

He'll gently massage your neck and shoulders as he kisses you.

Won't say much while kissing you, he prefers to show affection through his gentle touch.

He touches your face so lightly at times that he'll accidently tickle your face.

You love the abrasive rub of his 5 o'clock shadow against your cheek, the burn serving as a nice contrast to his gentle kisses.

Despite his gentle nature, he's violently protective of you. Hence the lack of PDA. Las Almas is a dangerous place, and you being there with him is already a major risk. No need to put an even bigger target on your back.

When you're alone, he cherishes you. Worships your lips and neck for as long as he can.

Will leave marks that only he will see.

Loves to pull your back into his chest and lightly kiss your jawline.

Will guide your head to the side to give his lips better access to your neck, sucking just lightly enough to not leave marks that the team can see.

You love to feel the veins in his hands and forearms as he holds you against him.

Captain John Price

Would 100% shotgun kiss you if you let him.

He'll tilt your head up towards him as he exhales cigar smoke into your mouth, the peppery taste making your mouth tingle.

If you don't like his smoking habits, he won't quit, but he will wash his mouth out before kissing you if he can. On missions, though, you'll have to deal with his tobacco breath.

Gentle dom. He won't demand submissiveness from you, it's just the dynamic you two naturally fall into.

Outside of passing smoke between you two, Price is relatively reserved. It takes a lot for him to relax, so you'll practically never share much more than a quick peck at work. And that's a rarity.

Due to Price's status in 141, you happen to fall into being a parent figure to the squad as well.

Most of 141 will avert their eyes from your PDA with their captain, or simply try to ignore it the same way they would with their parents.

For this reason, most affection between you two is reserved for in private.

In private, he practically pounces on you.

He'll leave rough kisses down your back, leaving some hickeys for you to cover later.

He loves to tug on your hair and give you sloppy open-mouthed kisses as you two take full advantage of the little time you have together.

Kyle “Gaz” Garrick

Passionate, but rushed. Tooth-rotting sweetness.

Always tries to squeeze in as much affection as he can because he feels like there isn't enough time.

Consistently checks for your consent, though.

Loves it when you curl your hand into his hair and massage his scalp as he kisses you.

Will pick you up and brace you on his knee against the wall or wrap your legs around his torso as you kiss him.

He loves the feeling of you above him.

Will check in every time before he goes further, asking if you want more.

Will always be focused on your pleasure, doing as much or as little as you want.

If you want him to slow down, just start rubbing his cheeks and reassuring him that you aren't going anywhere.

Will dote on you endlessly.

If you want to get him to moan, push his head to the side and suck hickeys into his neck. He'll become a mess.

Gets extremely turned on if you assume control and start to pleasure him. He'll start blushing and squirming under your touch.

Philip Graves

Insists on dominating the kiss. Will almost always be the initiator.

Rough and fast kisses. Handsy and sloppy.

Does not care about kissing you in front of the Shadow Company.

They're his men, they have no say in what he does.

Will pull you into his lap during missions that he's remotely supporting. One hand will be on the controls, the other firmly gripping your hip.

Will leave hickeys for all to see. Has a major marking kink.

Extremely possessive

Will always talk dirty, saying things like "mm you like that, babe?"

Smirks when others notice the dark bruises he left behind.

If he ever goes too far, he will immediately cater to your needs and apologize. It might be a half-assed apology because he gets off on being rough with you, but it's an apology nonetheless.

You're just along for the ride with Graves, hope you like the journey because it's going that way whether you like it or not. Never non-consensual or pushy, just matter-of-fact 'this is how he is' atmosphere.

Will occasionally be more romantic with you, typically outside of work. He likes to partake in vanilla domesticity at times, enjoying the intimacy of pretending to live normal, non-violent lives.

During his romantic moments, he'll hold you gently in his arms and kiss your cheeks and nose. It's a rare sweetness he gives you.

A/N: DO NOT SMOKE Y'ALL. But if you end up with a cigar or cigarillo, DO NOT INHALE. You aren't supposed to inhale them. If you do, you'll probably end up throwing up or feeling really sick. They are for puffing with your mouth only. Sincerely, your filthy whiskey aunt <3

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hi there,

i've read your works and they are amazing! can i request the reader being bilingual and how the reactions of the cod members would be when they found out about it? (sorry for my bad english)

thank you in advance and have a good day/evening/night <3

(141, König, Alejandro Vargas, & Rudolfo Parra x GN!bilingual!reader)

TW: bad translations, fluff, some explicit sexual imagery, swearing.

Since you didn’t specify the language, I made executive decisions. A lot of google translate because I suck. Your English is great and probably better than my terrible translations! Much love<3

Simon “Ghost” Riley

“Entendido, Alejandro." (Understood, Alejandro.) acknowledging Alejandro's order.

“Ah! ¿Hablas español? Eso es bueno, sera muy útil aquí.” (Ah! You speak spanish? That's good, it will be very useful here.) Alejandro replied, chuckling and smiling back at you.

Simon turns slightly to look at you while Rudy is driving, trying not to show his surprise.

Once you two exited the vehicle and were out of earshot of the others, he confronted you about the exchange.

“When’d you learn that?”

“Learn what?”

“C’mon. You know what I’m referring to.”

“I’ve always known it. Just never had a reason to speak it before.”

“You n’ him seem to hit it off…”

“You jealous, lieutenant?”

He forced a laugh through his nose.

“Mmm, yeah right. Just don’t get too friendly with him, yeah? You’ve got a job to do, sergeant.” He placed a hand on your shoulder, before quickly realizing his proximity and pulling away.

“Don’t worry, lieutenant. You'll always be my favorite." You joked, earning an eye roll from him.

"Get a move on, sergeant." He replied gruffly, though you could tell from his tensed shoulders that you flustered him with your sarcastic proclamation.

You'd have to tease him later in his quarters about it. You loved making him jealous and flustered, the way his skin would flush with embarrassment. In private, he was much easier to tease. Especially when you would straddle his lap, his jaw in your hand as you kissed his neck. The quiet, needy moans he'd make just for you as you grinded against him.

You shook your head and regained your focus, looking forward to your time alone with your lieutenant.

Johnny “Soap” MacTavish

“Dos francotiradores en la azotea oeste, Alejandro. Ten cuidado," (Two snipers on the west rooftop, Alejandro. Be careful.) you warned, peering around a wall.

Soap turned to look at you as you awaited orders.

"Since when could you speak spanish, love?" He inquired.

"My whole life?"

"Oi! And you never thought to tell me? An' you waited til now?" You could hear Alejandro chuckle as he listened over the comms.

"Surprise" You answered sarcastically, shrugging.

"Perhaps there's more things your partner didn't tell you, Sergeant MacTavish?" Alejandro teased.

"Aye, I'm gonna learn every last bit of you when this is through." Soap said, gazing at you suggestively.

He let his free hand graze your jaw, gently running his thumb over your cheek, all while looking deep into your eyes. You wanted to be off duty with him, making him moan into your mouth as his fingers curled in your hair. He was always so vocal and expressive, you loved it. As he leaned over to kiss you, shots rang out.

"Ah, shite. Goddammit." Soap whispered.

"Raincheck, Soap." You said, quickly pecking his cheek before leaving your shared cover in favor of hiding behind a truck.

He smiled and gave you a two-finger salute, turning in sync with you to clear the road.

Captain John Price

"'Ze komen om middernacht aan.'" You repeated quietly to yourself, translating what you overheard the smugglers say.

"Their contact is arriving at midnight, 0-6." You said to Price through comms.

"Copy, 2-6," Price responded quickly.

"I'll meet you on the boat as soon as Gaz takes out the patrol." You announced, waiting for Gaz.

"On it, 2-6," Gaz responded.

You finally made your way to the boat, meeting Price at the locked gate. Once the boat was cleared of narcos, he turned to you.

“Care to share with me how you knew when they were coming?” He asked, looking at you expectantly.

"Well, there were a few people speaking Dutch around the docks." You replied, not realizing that you had never told him about learning Dutch before.

"And you didn't care to mention you knew Dutch when we found out we were going to Amsterdam?" He pressed, clearly confused more than frustrated with you.

"Honestly, I'm so exhausted that I forgot I even could. I didn't think about it." You sighed, rubbing a hand over your face.

His eyes filled with a mixture of pity and love as he finally looked over you, noting your slumped posture.

"I'll tell you what, you 'n me can head to a nice spot and get some rest before we head out in the morning. Get you a nice bed to sleep in for the night." He decided, wrapping his arms around your shoulders and pulling you into his chest, careful not to press you too hard into his bulky vest.

"But if we have a nice bed, there's other things I'd rather be doing," you teased, grabbing his ass and pulling him further into you.

He chuckled, wrapping his arms around you fully and resting his head on top of yours.

"We'll have time for that later, love. Don't you worry," he assured you. "You rest up first, then we'll see about that." He stated, finally pulling away to make his way off the boat as you trailed behind him towards your reward.

Kyle “Gaz” Garrick

"What're they doing here?" Gaz wondered aloud.

"They're a narco smuggling hub" you replied simply, popping out of the water next to him.

"How do you know?" He asked.

"They're talking about an outgoing shipment to Las Almas." You remarked, watching the smugglers walk their patrol routes along the docks slowly. "Who else from Las Almas would be picking something up here?" You pointed out, proving your point.

"Since when do you understand Dutch?"

"Since I went to college for a year abroad."

A whole new side of you was revealed to Gaz in that moment. You never really mentioned anything about your past. What led you here, why you joined the military, what your life was like before. You joined the military unusually late, but no one had ever asked you why. He'd have to finally inquire about it after the mission.

"What else have you been hiding?" He teased, turning you by the shoulder to face him.

"Mmm, I'm actually a Russian spy that knows 5 languages and was assigned to infiltrate 141." You replied sarcastically, rolling your eyes at him.

"Well they picked the best one for the job, with you being that sexy and all. We never stood a chance." He chuckled, pecking your cheek.

Alejandro Vargas

“Me encantaría tener una cita contigo, Alejandro.”(I’d love to go on a date with you, Alejandro.) You finally said, taking advantage of 141’s and Rudy’s absence. You didn’t feel like pretending you didn’t understand him anymore, as funny as some of the things you got to listen in on were.

“Me entendiste todo este tiempo?” (You understood me all this time?) His jaw practically hit the floor.

“Sí, todo este tiempo,” (Yes, all this time.) you laughed. You had heard everything Alejandro said to Rudy about you under the guise that you weren’t listening. You finally decided to reveal yourself when Alejandro mentioned to Rudy how he wanted to take you on a date after the mission was over.

He stood there, frozen, as he tried to recall everything he had ever said about you.

“You were always complimenting me and praising me when you thought I wasn’t listening. I didn’t want to just end that, you know?” You smiled, reassuring him that he hadn’t offended you.

“So you heard my plans and finally decided to tell me, hm?” He asked, regaining his composure.

“Something like that. But I wouldn’t mind pretending I didn’t understand if it means that I'll keep hearing you tell Rudy how amazing I am.”

"Ah, this will be fun. Let's pretend, yes? You can listen to all the things I want to do to you." he teased, smirking at you.

"That'll certainly keep things interesting, Ale." You blushed.

You were thinking about how quickly things had escalated between you two. How long before he actually did the things he said? His lips on your neck, whispering spanish in your ear, his hands on your ass. You wanted to grab him by his vest on the spot and curl your fingers in his hair. You could only imagine it for so long before you had to cast your thoughts away, trying to avoid getting so worked up on the job.

Rudolfo “Rudy” Parra

"This is Los Vaqueros to 141, Hassan is on the move." You stated over comms as you peered through your scope.

Rudy looked at you, confused. You realized that you didn't tell him you understood english before. When it came to talking to native english speakers, you always got too nervous and chickened out because you worried about your accent and grammar.

"Porque no me dijiste, mi amor? (Why didn't you tell me, my love?) He asked, noting how you had refused to say anything in english up until now.

"No lo use antes de ahora." (I didn't use it before now) "Tambien, mi ingles no es perfecto." (Also, my english isn't perfect.) You replied, intentionally neglecting to mention how nervous you were about being judged.

"Es bueno, estoy orgulloso de ti." (It's good, I am proud of you.) He assured you, smiling at you as you turned away from your rifle's scope.

"Gracias, Rudy. Pero, seguiremos hablando espanol cuando estemos solo, si?" (Thank you, Rudy. But we will still speak spanish when it is us alone, yes?) You inquired, hoping he wouldn't push it.

"A huevo, mi amor." (Of course, my love.) He agreed, you were pretty sure he figured out your reasoning. You leaned back into Rudy, letting his arms engulf you as you sighed. He put you at ease so quickly, almost making you forget that you were chasing down a terrorist assisted by narcos through Las Almas. But you couldn't bask in his calming presence forever, so you settle back into your previous position at your rifle.

He place his hand on your back gently, rubbing between your shoulders to keep you relaxed. You loved moments like this. No matter the situation, Rudy always did small gestures to remind you that he was right there beside you.

König

"Konig, gehst du mit mir auf ein Date?" (Konig, will you go on a date with me?" You asked, hopping atop a crate while facing him.

"What?" He asked, unable to process that you had just spoken German.

"Did I not say it correctly?" You asked, worried that your German was not up to par with your native English.

"No, no. Your German is great..." He replied slowly, gathering his thoughts.

"Is that a no?" You teased, knowing exactly what Konig was realizing.

"Shiebe, sorry, yes of course I would like that... Wait." He cut himself off, finally putting the pieces together.

"Wie lange hast du mich verstanden?" (How long have you understood me?) he inquired, panic starting to fill his voice.

"Ungefahr ein Jahr?"(About a year?) You admitted, guessing the time frame that you've known him.

"And you did not say anything?!" He panicked, thinking about everything he's every muttered about you and your body. He'd only known you for a year, meaning you've understood everything he's ever uttered.

"Well, I was gonna tell you right away, but then I heard you mutter about how pretty I was when I looked up at you... and I don't know, I guess I wanted to hear you say that more." You divulged, seeing Konig's eyes widen.

"I have said many things I shouldn't have, mein Gott..." He whispered to himself, mentally replaying everything he has ever said about you in your presence.

"If it makes you feel any better, I really like you, too, Konig." You professed, pulling his vest towards you.

A/N: I'm finally finishing my drafts, sorry for the delay! Much love. Ghost x reader x konig coming as soon as I clear my drafts!

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if you're comfortable with it; 141 team (+ maybe konig/alejandro) accidentally hurting their partner??

Accidentally Hurting You (141, Alejandro Vargas, and König x GN!reader)

Dark fic, angst and some fluff (varied ratios depending on the character), declarations of love

TW: Angst, ptsd, mentions of graphic violence, war stories, mentions of death/blood.

Simon “Ghost” Riley

You wake up at the sounds of whimpering from the man next to you. Simon has been having vivid nightmares since Las Almas. You felt helpless, you hated seeing him suffer. You got hurt and it’s haunted him ever since.

“Simon” you whisper softly, gently touching his cheek.

Suddenly, his eyes snapped open and he crushed your lingering hand in his own. You yelped from the excruciating pain.

“It’s me, baby, it’s me!” You yelled, unable to hide the immense pain you were in.

Finally, Simon’s fearful eyes were transformed by guilt.

“Shit- fuck. I’m so sorry, love. Fuck” His voice broke, finally realizing what happened.

“It’s okay, babe, I’m here.” You repeated it like a mantra, attempting to soothe him and yourself at the same time.

Your hand throbbed, but you didn’t attempt to move it just yet. His hand began to shake, his breath ragged. Then he sat up quickly, letting you collapse onto the bed where he once was under you.

“Fuck- I… M’sorry, love. Fuck.” He whispered, unable to look you in the eye before rushing out of the bedroom.

Finally, the pain in your hand set in. You let the tears fall silently, the throbbing in your hands too intense to ignore. It was best if Simon didn’t see you like this.

You stifled your tears and left your room as well, deciding to get an ice pack to soothe the pain. You saw Simon on the couch, arms resting on his knees, hunched over. You could hear his sniffling as you reached into the freezer for ice.

You sat down next to him and slowly draped your arm behind his back. He tensed, freezing under your touch. But then his shoulders slowly dropped back down. He still avoided your gaze, his head in his hands.

"I'm sorry. 'M gonna keep hurting ye, love. That's all I do, hurt people. Hurt you." His voice was small and breathy, like he struggled to push out enough air.

"This isn't your fault, Si. It isn't who you are, you're just hurting. And you'll keep hurting if you don't believe you can stop. You'll get there. It just takes time, baby." You assured, maintaining your composure as he broke in front of you.

You crawled into his lap, under his hunched form, and buried your face into his stomach. You felt his tears pelt your cheeks as you laid under him, keeping your eyes closed as the storm passed. You spared him from your gaze, knowing that it would only push him further over the edge. Finally, the rain on your face ceased, leaving quiet sniffles and shaky sighs above you.

"I don't think 'm gonna ever be okay. I don't know why you're with me." He said quietly.

"I'm going to be with you forever, Si. I know what you've been through, I would never expect you to be okay 100% of the time." He looked at your hand as you spoke. "And that's okay. I'm strong, too. I know what I've gotten into. Let me be strong for you, you're not alone in this anymore." You finished your mini pep talk by taking his hand in your injured one, doing your best to ignore the twinge of pain that the contact initiated.

He sighed and leaned back, pulling your hand to his heart. "I don't deserve you..." he said, slowly regaining his composure.

"Because I love your ass, obviously." You teased, trying to lighten the mood.

He grumbled a bit before letting your hand go. "I'm gonna get you a new ice pack and some Advil." He said, standing up from the couch.

"And I love you too," he added as he walked away.

"I love you more than anything, Simon Riley." You whispered to yourself. But you knew he heard it.

Johnny “Soap” MacTavish

Shrapnel from one of his blasts hits you

"Fuck, love, 'm so sorry." Soap apologized breathlessly above you, chest heaving from running to you so quickly.

"'M okay, Johnny, it was an accident. Just shite luck," you grimaced, pressing harder on the gash in your side. It had just missed your ceramic plates, entering your side where there was only soft material protecting.

"I shoulda made sure you were far enough, fuck, I thought you were, dammit" he scolded himself as you bled.

Ghost had begun to use his emergency medkit to patch you up, no longer concerned about enemies nearby as Johnny's blast had wiped a pretty large area. It would take at least 15 minutes before any reinforcements arrived, so stopping the bleed temporarily would be the goal.

Johnny finally bent down, shielding you from the sun as he took your hand that had previously pressed into your wound.

"'M sorry for this, love. Eyes on me while L.T. patches ye, 's gonna hurt." He demanded, keeping your hand firmly in his.

"Good news, Soap, 's just a bit of shrapnel, nothing major. Just a nick, lots of blood, though." Ghost announced. "Sorry about this, (c/n), ain't giving ya pain killers til we're outta here. Need you sharp." Ghost said, before you felt your side light up in pain.

You couldn't help crying out, Soap immediately provided his sleeve for you to bite down on.

"Shh love, yer doin' so good." Soap's accent thickened, comforting you. His voice always making you feel safe.

You closed your eyes, focusing on the sound of Soap's voice rather than his words as he attempted to talk you through it.

"Good job, (c/n), it's over. Ye did good, it's okay." Soap said, finally getting your attention.

You sighed, feeling your side throb. You didn't look, feeling Ghost place medical tape over some gauze. Soap grabbed your arm opposite the side of your gash and supported your entire weight as he stood with you, his hand around your torso. You leaned into his neck as much as you could, trying to steady yourself as your blood loss finally reached your head.

"I got ye, love. Lean on me. L.T.?" Ghost grabbed your other arm, slinging it across his own shoulders, crouching to make sure he didn't force you to extend to his height and pull on your wound.

Soap leaned his head towards your ear and whispered "I ain't gonna let anything happen to ye. I love ye so much, 'm dyin' before you, dammit."

You smiled a bit at his silly promise at the end and replied "I love you, too, Johnny," with your remaining energy. You can't remember what happened after that.

Kyle “Gaz” Garrick

"Fuck! Dammit, they got (c/n)." Gaz shouted into his comms.

You leaned on Gaz's shoulder as he dragged you through the narrow side streets of Amsterdam.

"(c/n), how copy?" Price asked you through your earpiece.

"Pretty shite, Captain," you replied through gritted teeth.

"Get (c/n) to the car with our cartel friend, Gaz." Price ordered.

"Copy" Gaz replied as he readjusted his grip on you.

You could see him poorly hiding the stress on his face, his eyebrows furrowed as he tried to drag you towards Price and Laswell.

"I'm gonna get you out of here, (y/n). C'mon, just a bit further." Gaz urged, talking to himself more than you.

"Fuck, I'm sorry, Kyle." You panted, struggling to stay semi-upright as the blood loss blacked out your vision.

"Stay with me, (y/n)" Gaz pleaded, letting you fully rest your weight on him.

Noticing you were on the verge of passing out in the street, Gaz picked you up bridal style and continued making his way to the car.

"Talk to me, darling. Anything. Say anything, keep your eyes open."

"Mmm , can't" you groaned into his shoulder.

"C'mon, you can do it," worry lacing his voice as he attempted to pick up his pace.

"Well, I love you lots. And I'm not hungry anymore," you declared, not fully coherent.

He laughed a bit at your last remark, "I love you, too, darling."

"I'll marry you when this is all over, promise." you said, fully a puppet to your subconscious.

"What was that?" Gaz said, not able to process your words. Then it hit him.

"Well, shit, I'd better ask you when we get out of here, yeah?" He said, finally in range of the car with Laswell and Price.

John Price

Gets you shot by not calling your shot in time

You grasped your shoulder tightly as you hid behind cover, your back pressed against the rooftop door you had shut behind you.

"(c/n), how copy?" Price asked over comms.

"I'm hit, right shoulder, 0-6," you replied, already using your free hand to rip open your medkit as you bled all over the stairwell.

"Stay put, 2-6, on my way."

You began to strip off your vest, peeling away layers until only your undershirt was left on your top half. You maneuvered around your shoulder, refusing to move it for the fear of aggravating the burning sensation even further.

The lower stairwell door opened, you grabbed your sidearm immediately in your functioning hand.

"Just me, (c/n), stand down." Price announced, knowing you were a sitting duck after being shot from your perch.

"Fuck, John, what were you waiting for? I could've taken that shot, why'd you wait so fucking long?" You asked breathlessly, frustrated with your captain.

"Laswell ordered it, not me, love. I'm sorry, at least let me help you out of here." Price replied, his voice low. His eyes were filled with guilt as he got closer to you. "I've got Gaz on the lower entrance, so I've bought us some time. Let me have a look at you." He assured, wavering between captain and partner mode.

His personalities blurred together, it was both a command and a loving insistence. You loved his commanding nature, but hated it at the same time. How you felt both like his soldier and his partner. It made your stomach do uncomfortable flips.

"He got me good, right through my shoulder." You said, scooting towards him to give him a better look.

Price studied your shoulder for a minute, inspecting the entry wound and looking behind you for an exit wound. After wiping away the copious amounts of blood, he located an exit wound. It wasn't too bad considering you'd been shot by an enemy sniper. You got lucky.

"Just clipped the top of you, luckily. Took a chunk, but didn't make a big hole." Your captain stated.

His gaze softened as it met yours. "I'm sorry about this, love. I am so sorry. It's on me."

"We've all got our orders, yeah? You couldn't do anything." You tried to reassure him, but he wasn't having it.

"I shouldn't have waited for the call. I should've made it anyway," he muttered, starting to focus on patching you up enough to escort you out before you lost too much blood.

"Well, you're here now to piece me back together, at least. I expect special treatment when we return to base, Captain." You teased, causing Price to shake his head, amused.

"You'll be getting bed rest, love. What more could you want?"

"Breakfast in bed, obviously," you replied coyly.

"I'll see what I can do, then." He said with a laugh.

"John?"

"Yeah?"

"I love you."

"I love you too, (y/n)."

König

You rolled around the grappling mat with König on top of you. You straddled his waist, attempting to lift his right arm to slide your foot under it and roll into an arm bar. His strength threatened to topple you over as he bucked his hips, attempting to throw you off balance. Eventually, his attempts succeeded.

"Ahaha, yes! I've got you now!" He declared excitedly. His thighs caged you, long enough to engulf your entire torso, as his hand pinned both your wrists above your head, effortlessly.

Your pride bubbled within you, refusing to tap out. You began to struggle under König's weight, unable to even move him an inch as all 200+ pounds pressed onto your middle.

You huffed, kicking your legs wildly and trying to twist onto your side to throw him off of you. You didn't want to lose again. In one of your twists, you succeeded to turn to your side, but failed to throw König off. His weight was shifted entirely into your side, causing you to yelp.

"Scheiße! I'm so sorry, liebling." König panicked, immediately getting off of you like you were the most fragile piece of glass and he had just cracked you. You could see the panic and guilt in his eyes immediately as he assessed you.

"Fuck, I'm okay, 's my fault." you hissed, your pride wounded anyway. You wanted to curl up into a ball.

"Liebling, you can't keep going like that, I don't want to hurt you." König insisted, still too afraid to touch you.

"I just can't keep fucking losing, I can't be weak." You whispered, frustrated and on the verge of tears.

"And you won't be. That's why you train with me, ja? I'm the strongest, so if you beat me, you beat everyone." König assured you in a matter-of-fact tone.

You knew he was right, but it still stung. You felt like you didn't have enough time, which just made you want to train with the goal to win rather than to learn. He sensed it, so he finally mustered the courage to lightly brush your cheek with the back of his hand.

"I'll make sure you're safe, liebling. Always. Are you okay to try again on me?"

"Yeah, but can you just hold me for a bit?" "Ya, of course."

You scooted your back towards his chest, his arms and legs completely encircling you as he let you curl into him.

"I love you, König," you mumbled into his sleeve.

"I love you, too, liebling," he replied, resting his cheek lightly on top of your head as he hugged you tighter.

Alejandro Vargas

"Again." Alejandro ordered.

You turned back to your target, firing your sidearm. You barely hit the target last time, but this time, you completely missed. You huffed in frustration, dropping your clip and reloading it with a new one.

"I can't fucking do this, Ale." You complained, starting to feel tears well up in your eyes.

"You can and you will, cariño." He reassured you, his eyes hard with determination to push you to success.

"I fucking can't!" you shouted. "I just fucking can't anymore." Your voice broke as the tears flowed.

His eyes softened as he noticed he pushed you too far. He quickly made his way towards you taking the gun from your hands and setting it on the table beside you.

"Hey, hey, look at me. You could do it before, so you can do it again." He said softly.

You hadn't been able to shoot properly since breaking your wrist and receiving a concussion from a particularly nasty car accident you were in while chasing narcos. You were lucky to be alive and to have only escaped with the injuries you did.

"But what if I can't? What if I'm permanently fucked up, Ale?" You asked, unsure if you'd ever fully recover.

"Then you're fucked, cariño. I need you to try for me. I need you to be able to defend yourself again. Las Almas is no place to be defenseless, yes?" His voice was serious, low and demanding.

"Fuck, I know." You replied.

"So come on. Again,” He ordered, only this time he positioned himself behind you, guiding your stance. He widened your feet and turned your shoulders, his hand stablizing your wrist with one hand as he peered over your shoulder.

You pulled the trigger. You hit nearly directly in the center.

"See? Just need to get back into it." Alejandro smiled at you as you turned towards him.

"Thank you, Ale. I love you so much," you professed, your eyes glossy.

"Te quiero también, cariño." (I love you too, sweetheart.)

A/N: Sorry for the delay! I'm taking a lot of exams and working on some quantum physics total wavefunction equations (aka crying over math about an electron that literally no one cares about). I'm taking care of the requests in my drafts before I work on my draft of the fic from the poll.

If my Spanish is terrible, I’m sorry. I’m still learning, so if I fuck up just let me know how to fix it.

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How They Kiss (MW2 x GN! reader) HCs

TW: some mentions of sex or grinding, MDNI, some slight NSFW.

König

Either super rushed or super timid

If he’s working and you’re in the field with him, his kisses are fast and rough.

He’ll grab both sides of your head and force his lips to yours, sometimes clashing teeth together.

Konig will mumble about how much he loves you and how sexy you are.

He will be extremely handsy at all times, greedily sliding one of his hands from your head down to grab a handful of your ass and lift you towards his lips.

The other hand will slide behind your neck to press your face to his firmly.

Outside of work (or drinking) Konig’s kisses are extremely timid.

He’ll always ask if he can kiss you, if he initiates it at all. Typically you kiss him first, but if he’s standing you have to ask him to lean down or pick you up.

He’ll prefer kisses with you resting on top of him while he’s laying down or leaning back. That way you can initiate and guide him.

Definitely moans a lot more when you’re on top.

Likes it when you hold his wrists or restrain him in some way. Loves when you cuff his hands above his head.

Gets really submissive when you grind onto him while sitting in his lap. He’ll do anything you say at that point.

Simon “Ghost” Riley

Simon prefers slow, passionate kisses with you. He’s generally a gentle, but dominant, lover.

Will never allow PDA of any sort. He does not like to share any information about his personal life, including your relationship. Will only tell those on a NTK (need to know) basis.

He doesn’t mind your quick pecks over his mask, but sharing a sensual kiss with you effects him much more.

He likes to grab your hair as his hand cradles the back of your head.

Will massage your scalp lightly.

Always presses his forehead to yours to look deep into your eyes before pulling away.

You love his jawline, reminding him as you kiss along it. He groans softly as his arm is draped over you, the other cradling your face.

You love to tease Simon by kissing him passionately, then returning to whatever task you were doing beforehand. He usually ‘punishes’ you by lifting you off your feet and saying how you “won’t be getting away that easily”.

He will love to make you gasp into his mouth by smacking your ass lightly and kneading a handful after, soothing your skin.

Always on the dominant side of the kiss, easily pulling you into him with his incredibly strong arms.

Loves to put you in his lap to tease you with his thigh as he watches your reaction, hoping to hear your soft mewls as he holds you in place.

Always keeps a bruising grip on your hip, keeping you in his lap and grinding against him.

You love to see the veins in his arm raise up as he grabs your hip, not minding the pain his iron grip inflicts in favor of marveling at his arms.

Johnny “Soap” MacTavish

Needy and handsy

This man will be grabbing your ass every time you kiss, groaning into your mouth because he knows it gets you going.

Will whisper dirty promises into your ear about what he wants to do to you.

Will have no shame displaying PDA in front of 141.

Kisses always end up with his tongue massaging yours as he pulls you closer to him.

Will make sure you feel your effect on him through his pants by grinding into you as he pulls you impossibly closer.

Smiles and laughs a bit when he gets you to moan into his mouth so effortlessly.

Likes to lift you up in his arms and have you lock your legs around him. Especially likes when you squeeze him with your legs.

Definitely a thigh enjoyer.

He loves when you pull on his hair and massage his scalp, it’ll make him moan.

Reunion kisses are always accompanied by a spin.

This man loves manhandling you, lifting you up constantly to kiss you silly.

You love to grab his biceps, squeezing and feeling them flex as he maneuvers you however he pleases. The strength he possesses is intoxicating.

Alejandro Vargas

Will disregard onlookers entirely. PDA is just him refusing to care about privacy.

They can either leave or watch the show.

He loves how flustered his PDA can make you.

Kisses you deeply, his tongue teasing you as he leads the kiss.

Loves when you breathlessly moan “mm Ale” between kisses.

Rests his hand in your hair, tangled up in your locks, but not pulling on it. He just likes to curl his fingers in your hair.

Rudy is extremely used to you and Alejandro getting steamy in front of him, it’s barely noticeable for him at this point (poor guy, lol).

Will tease you endlessly, using one hand to ghost over your ass as the other holds your hips against his. Eventually you use your hand over his to finally make contact and get him to squeeze your ass firmly. He’ll chuckle due to your impatience.

His other hand will move to the small of your back, keeping you close to him.

When you pull away for air, you’re greeted with a smirk and loving eyes. He adores you, but also loves to get you riled up.

His smirk will only fuel your fire (as intended), and you’ll push on his shoulders in the direction of the nearest private place you two can get it on.

Depending on the time, he’ll humor you. But if there’s an upcoming mission, this man will leave you high and dry to tease you and bring out your sexual frustration.

He gets off on you begging.

Expect a rough and passionate followup in bed to your make out sessions, he’ll make sure you’re well taken care of before he’s finished.

The poll for my next fic is open for 4 more days, make sure you vote before the deadline! I didn’t proofread this post, so my bad if it’s messed up. I’ll read over it to correct it in a few days:)

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hi, may i request for reader who looks really innocent and gentle but loves to give dirty jokes? or maybe reader that likes saying something ordinary but always has sexual innuendos. and she pretends like she doesn’t understand why they are laughing/embarrassed/groaning from what she said? please and thank you. i hope this one gets picked, ill be waiting and hoping. thanks! 🥰

Innuendos | MW2 characters (König, Simon “Ghost” Riley, Johnny “Soap” MacTavish) x GN!reader

Warnings: Sexual innuendos, or my poor attempts at them. I made this fic GN now<3

König

You love to fluster this man endlessly, which isn't difficult to begin with. So instead of simply flustering him, you want to see how much you can fluster him.

During a mission, you turned to König and sighed dramatically.

“You'd better give me a pearl necklace when this is all over with, god knows I deserve one.”

“W-What?” König laughed nervously, attempting to cover up his embarrassment and dirty thoughts.

“You know, a pearl necklace? I could totally pull it off, I just know it,” you said casually, knowing exactly what your partner was thinking.

“Oh, uhm, like those fancy ones from the jewelry stores?” His Austrian accent thickened as he became more flustered.

König was silently thanking himself for keeping his face hidden because it was incredibly pink all the way down his neck, he could feel the heat radiating from his intense blush.

“Of course, what else would I be talking about?” you replied innocently, knowing full well that's not what you meant.

You just loved to make your taller, imposing partner squirm in his uniform. You smirked to yourself, seeing the slight sliver of his face visible through his hood turn visibly pink.

“You alright up there, König?” You asked with a little laugh, unable to completely hide your teasing.

“Mmm, yes” König groaned before answering you.

You walked off toward the rest of the team, leaving him to stew in his dirty thoughts.

“Scheiß” he muttered, believing you were out of earshot.

You smiled, having gotten the reaction you were going for.

Simon “Ghost” Riley

You looked across the table to your lieutenant. Ghost gestured for you to get up from dinner, making you groan.

"Come on, relax a bit with the rest of us, Ghost." You whined, already tired from your sniper training.

"No rest for the wicked, sergeant." He replied sharply.

"Well, you had me on my knees all day." You groaned, deep down hoping that he caught your "unintentional" innuendo.

"What now?" He asked, caught off guard.

"Yeah, you had me on my knees all day for you. My knees and back are killing me now." You laid it on thicker, emphasizing 'all day' as you spoke.

"Well princess, you've gotta get a move on so we're ready for our mission in the morning. Need you on your A-game." He huffed, trying to avoid your eyes.

"My knees are gonna be too bruised to be on my A-game tomorrow thanks to you, lieutenant." You went on, trying to fluster your superior.

He wasn't budging much, given the stoic man he is, but you could tell your words made him a bit hot under the collar. He shifted his shoulders under the weight of his vest, straightening his back a bit as if to reassert his authority.

"Come on sergeant, you and me. You will be responsible for watching Soap's six. Let's go." He said gruffly, not waiting for another coy response from you before turning on his heel and leaving the common area you were eating in.

You sighed and hastily followed Ghost back toward the training area. As you got closer, you quieted your footsteps and peered around the corner, just enough to catch Ghost adjusting his noticeably tighter pants. You smirked, confirming that your words had a greater effect than he had let on.

Johnny "Soap" MacTavish

"God, I love a good sausage breakfast in the morning" you yawned as you dug into your food. Johnny had managed to find a local butcher shop willing to sell at cheap wholesale prices for you and 141.

"What ya say there, private?" Johnny asked, cocking his eyebrow at you.

"Sausage. In the morning. I love it. Thank you, Johnny" you replied between bites.

He chuckled, lightly punching your arm.

"O' course, y'know I'll always give ya sausage in the mornin'." he winked, watching you scarf down your breakfast.

"Well I expect sausage from you every morning from now on, Johnny" You stated, unwilling to end your innuendos with Johnny playing along.

Gaz made a dramatic gagging sound. The rest of 141 had enough of your flirting for the morning.

"Oi, slow down. Just enjoy it today, yeah?" His cheeks got a bit pink following Gaz's interruption.

"Mmm, alright Johnny." You replied, smiling.

As you were about to leave the common area, Johnny stopped you with a hand on your shoulder.

"If ya want some extra, you know where to find me, yeah?" He whispered in your ear. He smirked at you as he walked back to his quarters.

"Don't have to tell me twice," you mumbled to yourself, looking for the least suspicious way to follow Johnny without the rest of 141 noticing.

The inspiration audio

A/N: Sorry that this took so long! I wanted to make it unique for each character rather than recycling innuendos/scenarios! I only wrote for Konig, Ghost, and Soap because those are the characters whose speech I'm most familiar with. I want to write more for Alejandro, but I don't want to make him sound not like himself if that makes sense. Thank you anon for giving me my first request!

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Being their squadmate (König, Simon “Ghost” Riley, Alejandro Vargas, Johnny “Soap” MacTavish) x GN! reader

TW: lots of angst for certain characters (marked w/ *), fluff?, mentions of violence/torture, knives

I made all of these stories distinctly different (as much as I could imagine, at least). These won’t have identical starting or ending points. Not everything has a particularly happy or hot ending, these are just my thoughts on the relationships these characters would form. Extra TW for Ghost and Alejandro, they’re mostly angst and violence. You’ve been warned.

König

It’s your first time working with König, you immediately took interest in him due to how much he literally stood out from the crowd

You were assigned to his unit as a sniper, only to be used on stealthier missions

This immediately put you on König’s radar, the man is still sour about being too large to be considered for a sniper

On your first day, König approaches you silently while you’re eating alone

He takes a seat next to you and simply says, “so you’re a sniper, ja?”

He doesn’t give a chance to respond before continuing “you know, I wanted to be a sniper too, but they told me I’d be of better use as their human battering ram”, finishing his sentence in a bitter tone

You turn to him, ignoring his tone and smile as you reply, “well, then that makes us a perfect team. I’m (Y/C/N). I’ll be watching your six.” and you hold out your hand.

“König.” he replies quickly, his bitterness no longer present as he is taking your hand in an extremely light hold, you assume because he is unsure how much pressure to apply without cursing your hand in his own.

From the first shake, you and König become fast friends

During missions, you keep your promise, saving König a handful of times from being flanked by enemy combatants.

Outside of missions, you let König use your rifle and discover that he actually does have a talent for sniping. Several soldiers gather around to watch him shoot empty canisters off the hillside. He seems thrilled to be given the chance to show off, little do you know it’s because he wants to impress you.

One day, he approaches your quarters after a particularly intense mission that ended with you being held at knifepoint by a man that crept up on your sniper’s perch. König had sniped the man with another rifle from across the field, saving your life.

He lightly knocked on your door, startled by you instantly opening the door (you heard his footsteps coming from around the corner, unmistakable given his size).

“Hey” you said softly. “uhmm, thanks. For today. For everything…” you rambled.

“For everything?” he asked

“Yeah… not just today, even though you literally saved my life. For everything, you being there, always having my back…” you cut yourself off and dove for his midsection, securing him in a hug.

His back tensed a bit before he relaxed into your hold, draping his arms over your shoulders.

“I’ll always have your six, mein schatz” he whispered into your hair.

Simon “Ghost” Riley *

You have worked with Ghost several times in the past as part of the US Intelligence

It is your first time on the ground, however. Ghost greets you about how you’d expect.

“Thrown from your ivory tower to get it on with us peasants, hm?”

You scoff before replying, “more like supervising daddy’s kids for the week, lieutenant”

He grumbles a bit before settling on saying, “Well, just don’t get in our way, yeah?”

You’re assigned to recon and penetration testing servers associated with El Sin Nombre. Your work requires you to physically access the servers rather than your usual remote gig, forcing you to be escorted by 141 to your targets.

Your lack of combat experience is made up for in your deviousness when it comes to chemistry and tech knowledge. A few household cleaners or phone batteries and you’re golden.

Ghost often mumbles things along the lines of, “being on babysitting duty” when escorting you during missions, but you always fire back with the fact that you’re “141’s only technologically literate member”.

Soap gets offended before you remind him that you showed him how to send an ‘invisible’ text over iMessage two days prior.

Despite repeatedly voicing his disdain for you, Ghost finds himself caring for you more and more.

Simon realizes that he’s been disguising his care for you by complaining about your presence. He’s afraid to lose you now, and that realization strikes fear into his cold heart. 

Following this realization, Simon will distance himself from you as much as he can, remaining quiet on missions.

You notice the change in his demeanor and eventually can’t take him ignoring you as much as the missions allow, so you confront him outside his quarters following almost being discovered during a recon mission.

You knock at his door and straighten your posture as you wait.

After what seems like a minute, the door cracks open to reveal a sliver of the skull mask you’ve become so familiar with.

“Simon, you know why I want to talk. I don’t know what I’ve done wrong, but I want to clear the air between us.” You said, glad you had rehearsed your sentence previously, as his eyes stare you down from behind the skull mask.

“Mmph, got no idea what you’re on about” he replied shortly, already starting to close the door.

“Wait!” you said, sticking your foot in the door. “Come on, Simon. Don’t bullshit me.”

He stared at you for a minute, and you refused to look away from his intense gaze. He finally sighed and opened the door to his bare quarters.

“Well, sit down and let’s talk.”

Alejandro Vargas *

You’re an informant for Alejandro

He saved your life years ago, and you have been grateful to him ever since.

Meeting with Alejandro is rare and dangerous for you both, so you savor every moment you get to see him

Alejandro serves as your beacon of hope, a contrast to your daily life as a sicario for El Sin Nombre.

Because you wear your heart on your sleeve, Alejandro plays into your obvious desires for safety and belonging to get more information out of you. He knows it’s wrong to take advantage of you when you’re vulnerable, but a part of him really does care about you and means what he says.

He promises you that you can stay with him after he takes down El Sin Nombre. Deep down, he knows that you probably won’t live that long. He hopes his promise keeps you alive somehow, though.

One day, you’re caught on camera meeting Alejandro in an alleyway of Irapuato by a man working for El Sin Nombre.

You don’t find out you’ve been caught until you’re on your way home and get jumped. You’re blackbagged and thrown into a van in broad daylight. You know what’s in store for you, wishing you’d simply been disposed of instead. But you’re not one of the lucky ones.

By the time 141 and Los Vaqueros find you, you’re worse for wear. New, large scars now adorn your entire face and body. But they don’t match the ones left on your mind.

After about two weeks of healing in the infirmary, you’re finally released into Alejandro’s care. He makes sure someone is by your side around the clock, but tries his best to make sure it’s usually him. He knows he’s responsible for what happened to you.

When you finally come back to reality somewhat, you cry. You cry seeing the state you’re in, you cry because you know you’ve outlived your purpose to feed information to Los Vaqueros.

Alejandro comforts you, providing you a shoulder to cry on as he tries to be strong for you. It breaks him inside to know he caused this pain.

Eventually, he lets you move into his quarters, so he can help you cope with your nightmares. You don’t want to burden him, but the pleading look in his eyes convinces you that he genuinely wants to look after you.

Rudy takes care of you when Alejandro is not present. Alejandro told him that you just need time and patience, but your wounds will heal.

After a year, you finally work through your war-torn mind. You start looking for revenge. Alejandro is more than happy to aim you at his targets.

He smiles as he watches you finally join his team. He knows you’ll be loyal til the end, til you get your revenge. He loves the anger that invigorates you and drives you forward, seeing you become strong and resilient. He feels a sense of pride and something else. An indescribable attraction to the firebrand you’ve become.

Johnny “Soap” MacTavish

You’re well-acquainted with the members of 141, tending to their wounds when the opportunity arises.

Johnny often indulges in with your dark humor, something you’ve missed from your days as a civilian EMT.

Within your first few weeks in 141, you and Johnny are joined at the hip.

Sticking together whenever you can on missions, always talking with one another outside of missions, eating meals together, training together

During a training session, you suggest to Johnny that you grapple with one another

Within a few seconds, Johnny realizes he’s no match for your clear prior experience.

“And where’d all that come from?” he asked, bewildered by how quickly you got him into an arm bar.

“My dad was really into self-defense stuff, so guess who ended up being put into Brazilian jiujitsu classes from age 9?” you replied coolly. He laughed a bit before getting up for another go.

You two trained a lot more after that, Johnny teaching you more about sparring as you taught him more about BJJ. 

Eventually, one of your training sessions turned into something more.

You were on top of Johnny, pinning his arms above his head as he attempted to shove you off with his legs behind you. You didn’t budge.

Suddenly, he stopped struggling and smiled up at you.

“Looks like you’ve got me,” he said, smiling up at you.

“Hmm, it seems I do. So what should I do now?” You asked coyly.

“Winner takes all, yeah?” Johnny replied.

Wordlessly, you leaned down and kissed him gently on the lips. The first kiss between you two. He groaned a bit into it, shifting underneath you. You took the opportunity to push down onto him further and deepen the kiss.

Finally, you pulled away and released his wrists from your grasp. His hands immediately found your waist. He used his newly established position to flip you two, landing you on your back, caged between his thighs.

“My turn,” he said smugly, leaning in once more.

Let me know what you think. If you’re interested in any of these ideas as an independent story, oneshot, etc. you can send in a request.

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MW2 Cuddling HCs (König, Simon “Ghost” Riley, Johnny “Soap” MacTavish) x GN! reader

TW: Displays of affection, kissing, cuddling, generally sappy stuff, some angst for certain characters (*cough* ghost *cough*)

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Konig

Will be excited to come home to you, immediately interrupting whatever you're doing and dragging you off to bed

Will take his hood and mask off has he's whisking you into the bedroom

Wants to be the little spoon but knows he's too big for it

Will compromise by laying his head on your chest and using one of your legs as a pillow between his own

Konig will make sure to keep the majority of his body off to the side of you because he's afraid of being too heavy for you.

Sometimes will be the big spoon if he's in the right mood, but will end up just pulling your entire body on top of his and crossing his legs on top of yours. You're locked in, there's no escape (hehe).

More likely to be the big spoon if he's about to go to work or is currently deployed

Likes to play with your hair a lot to soothe his own anxiety, he can get quite fidgety

Not much for words, he prefers to be quiet and maybe turn on the tv or something for background noise.

If you start talking about your day, he'll lazily look up at you before giving you a slow kiss- message received, enjoy the silence with this man.

This man will hold onto you for dear life while he sleeps, making going to the bathroom as precarious as a bomb defusal.

Simon "Ghost" Riley

Almost always the big spoon

Tries to give you a once-over without you noticing to make sure you're the same as he left you without letting you notice- you notice but don't say anything, you know he will always make sure you're okay

Pulls you into a hug for a long time every time he comes home from a mission. It's a silent bear hug and makes you feel safe. It makes his worries melt away.

You let his anxiety fade completely before you offer him something to eat, you know Simon doesn't get much outside of MREs at work. He'll politely decline if it's late (it usually is), but you'll say you're hungry so you'll just 'make too much' and share it with him.

You two will eat on the couch together and watch tv, your back pressed into his chest as his arm is lazily draped over your waist.

His head will occasionally rest on your head as he squeezes you a bit, reminding himself that he's home

Eventually he'll lay back and pull you onto his chest, signaling to you that he wants to sleep on the couch tonight. You don't mind, you just want Simon to feel comfortable.

He'll whisper "thank you" while kissing your forehead and lightly massaging your shoulders

You know that his gratitude wasn't just for the homemade meal, you two have a mutual understanding that doesn't require words.

Johnny "Soap" MacTavish

He will loudly announce his arrival home, dropping everything to tackle you in a hug

Will whisk you off your feet into a hungry kiss as he spins you around

He'll beg for you to make him a proper meal, you'll always make one for him no matter the time out of pity. Those MREs aren't easy on the stomach.

When you guys finally eat together, he will tell you a bit about work (without spilling too much information) and talk about the people he's met. He'll have you laughing within seconds at his stories.

You will 100% hear about Ghost and what a great man he is, how Johnny respects the hell out of his lieutenant

When you two finish, he'll let you get ready for bed while he does the dishes and cleans up your place a bit

You'll lay on your side, drifting to sleep as you wait for Johnny to join you

He'll return to your bedroom and wrap his arm around your waist, pulling you into him. He'll whisper into your ear about how much he missed you while kissing your neck and jaw

He'll reassure you that he'll be there when you wake up, squeezing you closer and wrapping one of his legs over your own

He'll get up early in the morning to greet you with breakfast in bed

This is all I've got so far. If there's any errors or comments, feel free to let me know.