Hi loves, I'm CC, and I've just started on my writing journey! I love all things Call of Duty, so have started writing a few drabbles about our favourite Operators :)
Simon 'Ghost' Riley
Captain John Price 🪙
König 👑
Keegan P Russ
Kyle 'Gaz' Garrick 🧢
Johnny -Soap- MacTavish.
Phillip Graves 🔫
This has taken foreverrrr, so sorry if you've been tagged in a bunch today, but i am allll up to date :)
When reader wants to explore some of her feelings 💜
Tw. Talks of sharing, kissing etc.
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"Think she's cute, love?" Simon gruffs over to you, catching you looking at a girl at the coffee shop, her blonde hair like a halo in the sun, her laugh ringing loud around the room.
"Me? No? Well she's pretty but-" you take a swig of your drink, hoping by acting innocent, your husband will drop it.
He raises an eyebrow.
"But?"
You frown, placing your cup back on the table.
"We are married." You remind him, waving your finger at him, your silver band catching the light.
He leans in, his broad shoulders taking over the table as he meets your gaze.
"This is the third girl in a month, sweetheart. Your eyes brighten, your cheeks get that same pretty dusting of pink it gets when I make you come. If it wasn't so fucking hot, I'd be offended." He states plainly, hand reaching out for yours.
Your face goes beet red as you realise your husbands skill of watching people has uncovered your secret. You nod.
"I-i kinda like girls too, Simon. I think i have for a while, but I'm just really now in a headspace to admit it." You smile with a little apprehension.
"It doesn't mean I don't-" you pause when you see him raise his other hand, his face gentle, and his voice low as he considered his next words.
"I don't doubt us, sweetheart. I never have. We have a good marriage, and honestly, the thought of you, spread out, totally blissed out and being take care of, by another pretty bird..." he pauses.
"Well let's say I dreamed of that." He smiles.
He threads his fingers through yours.
"We don't have to do anything about it, if you are happy bird watching, or i can make some calls with Soap and see if the club is available. A safe setting with someone who knows what they are doing. Your happiness is all i care about, sweetheart."
You peer up at him under your lashes, a low flutter of heat simmers over you. Your tongue darts out to wet your bottom lip. The idea of your husband setting this up for you, to make you happy stirs something inside you.
"What kind of husband would I be if I didn't support my gorgeous wife." He says lowly, so only you can hear. He says, squeezing your hand.
You lean forward, pressing a sweet kiss on his lips. He murmurs his approval.
Breath ragged, gasps torn from your throat as you arch back, eyes closed tightly shut.
A faint pink dusts over your skin, your cheeks and chin freckled with rosy desire as your fingers take their pleasure, coaxing and stroking your body to newer, higher heights.
Tears pause at the corner of your eyes, emotion fit to burst as you explore your body, chasing the same feeling you got with him.
"Please." You whimper, your voice barely audible, your body hot against the cool sheets.
Your gaze flickers to his.
"Come for me, pretty girl. Feel yourself falling apart by your own hands." You hear in response.
Heat pools in your lower belly, legs starting to shake as you nod, finally getting the permission you seek.
A molten white hot wave crashes over you as you climax, the power of it takes your breath away, his name a silent prayer.
As your body shudders, and your heartbeat returns to normal, your eyes meet his again.
"Such a good girl for me. I wish you could see how gorgeous you look, coming apart on your fingers for me." He praises, a softness in his tone you cling too.
"Seeing you take control of yourself, and your pleasure... fuck."
He presses a kiss to your damp forehead, a searing brand you love him for.
"So proud of you, my girl."
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So I lowkey wrote this with John/Simon in mind, but I feel it can apply to anyone. 😅
Accidently texting Ghost a pic of you in a pretty, lacy outfit before you realise it sent to the wrong person.
Vs.
Ghost not being able to breathe as he opens the message in a briefing with Price, his eyes glued to the screen. His sudden need to be alone, with no distractions...
Tw. Mentions of his father, baby showers, babies , feeling inadequate, mental health. Angst but a HEA.
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"Why won't you touch me, Si?" You ask, face down, staring at your shoes. You had made an effort today, and you thought it might break the spell your husband had been under.
"I- is there someone else?" You ask softly, afraid of the answer.
Simon looks at you with wide eyes, almost insulted you would ask. He steps forward, but pulls back at the last second.
"Is it me? Have I done something, am I not enough?" You plead, eyes meeting his, tears blurring your vision.
He gruffs out a scoff, folding his arms high over his broad chest.
"S'not you."
Your tears dry into your sleeve as you wipe them across your face.
"Well if it's not me-"
"Drop it, love." You hear him say, cool eyes burning into you.
"I just want to know why!" You say, a little loudly, wrapping your arms around yourself, mirroring his defensive mode.
"Just leave it. We are fine." He barks out, his eyebrows meeting his hairline in surprise at himself. He has never raised his voice to you before.
"Is it someone else? Who is she? Someone you work with?" You prod at the open wound between you.
"Is she pretty? Spread her legs for you on base?"
"Stop. It's not like that!" Came the harsh reply.
You found yourself rambling, tugging at the conversation, unable to let it go.
"Maybe I should join you, I'll give Kyle a call, or even your Captain, you know I like an older man." You goad, desperate for an answer as to why things weren't the same anymore.
An angry hiss leaves Simons body as he steps into your space, eyes dark, searching yours.
"You want to know what? Why I don't touch you? Why we don't fuck? Why I'm out all the time, even when I'm home?" He spits, his arms trapping you against the kitchen counter.
You nod, fire still in your belly.
"I'm not enough for you. That's why." He says softly, his voice laced with venom.
You stop in your tracks. You weren't expecting that to come out of your husbands mouth.
"What?" You ask incredulously.
"I saw you. At the baby shower." He grits out, his tone painful.
You think back to a few weeks ago, Johnny and his wife had their baby early, so they changed the baby shower to a welcome home party, you had helped cater it, providing cakes and snacks, and enjoyed holding their newborn.
"Did I do something?" You ask tentatively.
His voice caught in his throat, as if the words he was about to say stuck in his mouth like glass.
"It was torture, sweetheart. You holding that baby, helping Johnny and his bird through the party."
"My heart sank into my boots. I had so many questions in my mind. Would you want that? A baby on your hip? Why haven't you said anything? Has my past fucked things up and you don't want kids with me? Did you sacrifice that for me?"
"You know how cruel my father was to me, my mum, to Tommy-" he pauses, unable to finish the sentence.
"What if I'm like him?"
You lean into his frame, head on his chest.
"You could never, Si." You assure him.
"How do you know?" He questions, his voice low and quiet.
"Because you care enough that you could never." You say softly.
"I haven't brought up the baby situation because I didn't know if it fit what we were building. You are away a lot, and I wouldn't want you to miss anything."
His chest relaxes as he releases the breath he's been holding.
"Promise?"
"I promise, and if we need this conversation on the future, I'd be happy to have a baby with you, Si." You say softly, your arms wrapped around him.
You feel his arms wrap around you, his breathing deep and heavy on top of your head, as you both stand there in silence, grounding each other.
After a minute or two, he pulls his head back, his arms tightening around you.
"Older men, eh? Think the Cap couldn't handle you, my spitfire." He murmurs against your hair.
As previously mentioned, been doing a TONNE of writing and texts, some Call of Duty related, but some Off Campus too. (I feel how I write Matchmaker Ghost is very Garrett coded.)
i actually can't get this out of my head, and will probably write a little more to add later.
Ex! Husband John Price x reader.
tw, ANGST.
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He smirks at you, that cocky, infuriating smirk, and tugs the coat tighter around your shoulders before you can shrug it off. His fingers linger a beat too long against your collarbone.
"Could've stayed," he murmurs, stepping into your space like he owns it. "Could've let me buy you a drink. Could've talked."
His thumb brushes the hinge of your jaw, just once. A ghost of a touch.
"But you run instead."
"I didnt run, i-" You protest, breath cloudy in the cold air, the lights of the pub inside casting a glow over you, angelic, even.
His expression hardens just a fraction, his hand falling away from your face. He takes a half-step back, folding his arms across his chest as he looks down at you.
"Didn't run?" He asks, voice tinged with bitter sarcasm. "Funny, because that's sure as hell what it felt like from where I was standing. You left so quick I barely had time to catch a whiff of your perfume, sweetheart."
"Do you think this is easy on me?" You say quietly.
"I-"
John's entire body tenses at the softness of your voice, at the way it cracks around the edges. His expression falters, something raw flickering behind his usual hardened exterior.
He exhales sharply through his nose, shoulders dropping slightly.
"Christ, no," he murmurs, voice rough. His hands lift slightly, as if he wants to reach for you but stops himself at the last second.
He steps closer instead, lowering his voice so only you can hear.
"Do you think I like this? Fighting with you? Seeing you walk away from me?" He shakes his head. "Because I don't. I hate every damn second of it."
"What happened between us, John?" You ask softly, eyes proud, almost betraying the shiver in your tone.
He hesitates, jaw clenching as he drags a hand down his face. He's never been good at this part, sharing his feelings, his thoughts, the things that keep him up at night.
He wants to brush off your question with a sharp retort, to throw up his usual defenses, but the pleading in your eyes has him faltering.
He lets out a low curse, scrubbing a hand through his hair.
"Bloody hell," he mutters, "You really want to do this now?"
You step back, arms going for his coat.
"Forget i asked, John. Just a silly girl-"
"No.."
He lunges forward without thinking, his fingers closing tight around your wrist before you can shrug off the coat. His grip isn't painful, but it's firm enough to stop you from stepping away.
He's close again, far too close, his chest brushing against yours, his scent of whiskey, gun oil, and cologne wrapping around you like a familiar embrace. His eyes, darkened in the low light, lock with yours.
"Don't do that," he grits out. "Don't run again. Stay and talk to me."
" We did enough talking when we divorced." You say softly.
Your silver platform heels sink into the carpeted floor, the pink and blue lights echoing off the disco balls hung high in the ceiling, painting everyone in colourful sparkly spots as they dance the night away.
You were in charge of the club, an homage to Studio 54, where the drinks poured all night, and the music played until the early hours.
Waves of people danced the night away, all their worries lifting until the morning after, and you thrived here. This was something you built from the ground up, and you fell in love more and more with the club every day.
Climbing the stairs, you look around the room like a proud mother, you had worked hard to replicate the days of disco, and it was paying off.
You overlook the dance floor, your attention caught by the colourful characters moving to the music, and you can't help but join in.
Swaying your hips to the song, you hold your drink in one hand and fan yourself with the other.
"Hot, love?" You hear a voice behind your ear, as hands wrapped around your waist, pulling you to them.
"Kyle." You greet with a smile, and a kiss on the cheek, leaving peach gloss over his slightly stubbled cheek.
"Who else?" He teases, his body moving with yours as the lights change colour, painting you both in green and yellow. His dark skin is coated with a sheen of sweat and your body glitter.
Kyle 'Gaz' Garrick had been your childhood best friend, and while your paths couldn't be more different, you always kept in contact.
Nights like this was rare though, he was always deployed, or stationed in bases abroad.
You turn in his arms, facing him, studying him for any new injuries. He raises an eyebrow, and lets out a deep laugh.
"I'm in one piece, babe. All good."
You ignore the way your stomach flutters at the endearment, a silly crush had developed Into something very real, but you tampered it down, grateful to see him.
You feel a strong hand take yours, and lead you down the stairs.
"What's the point in owning a club like this and not using the dance floor?" He shouts above the music, his body already moving to the beat of the band.
You finish your drink, passing it to a staff member before raising your arms and singing along to the song, the bass reverberating through the soles of your feet.
You laugh as he pulls some fancy moves, garnering attention from the ladies, but his deep brown eyes are all on you as the light catches the sequins of your dress.
Closing your eyes, you let the music take you over, clapping your hands, and shaking your hips in time to Kyle's.
His hands return to your hips, your bodies flush with each others. You open your eyes and lock gazes with Kyle, who is beaming with a look of pride on his face.
"You been practising without me, babe?" He jokes easily, anchoring your arms around his neck, pulling you closer.
It just feels like you two and the song as you lose yourself to the night.
You throw your head back and laugh, you had been dancing whenever the club was quiet, it was your release of all the hardships of the day.
You lean into Kyle, enjoying being in his arms, he was an incredible dancer, and always managed to make you feel like you were a good partner. His shirt was undone slightly, and you could see the matching chain he wore to your bracelet. A 'going away' gift for his first deployment.
Your eyes flicker down to it, and your gaze hardens a little. Picking up on the cue, Kyle leans into your ear.
"We got a few days love. Let's not ruin tonight."
His voice rumbles, deep within your soul. A few days. Then he's away, again.
You nod, putting on a smile, and dancing to the end of the song.
A slower song came on, and many people took the chance to head to the bar, but Kyle held you close. His hands resting on your lower back as you swayed to the music.
"You know I hate leaving." He admits, holding your gaze.
You nod, blinking away the tears that prickled your eyes.
"Let's not talk about it tonight, Kyle." You plead, breaking eye contact and resting your head on his chest.
"I love you, you know." Kyle admits suddenly.
You pause your movements, looking up at him.
"I think a part of me always has. Leaving you hurts more and more each time, babe."
He lifts a hand, cradling your chin as he raises your face to his.
"All this, the club, the energy, the success. I'm so proud of you."
You dare not look away as he speaks to you with such sincerity.
"When I'm away, all I can think of is you, this smile, your laugh.. I take it with me, and it keeps me company when I'm patrolling at night, or taking watch over the guys. You know I still have that picture of us in my tac vest, that summer we went skinny dipping..."
You have the grace to blush when he brings up the memory. One holiday, Kyle had dared you to jump into the lake fully naked after a game of spin the bottle with some friends, and you never backed down from a dare.
"The way the water looked dripping off you, thought I was gonna die on the spot, angel." He admits with a smirk.
"I guess what I'm saying is, I wanna be the one you dance with. The one you hold at night, the one who takes you to heaven and back. If you want me."
You pull his head down, pressing a kiss to his, startling him with your intensity.
He slips his hands around your hips his hands teasing under the hem of your mini dress. His attraction prominent in his jeans.
"VIP room, now." He urges, putting you over his shoulder, ignoring your squeals of protest as you pull your dress down. The patrons of the club cheering and whooping, your face aflame with lust and embarrassment.
Striding back up the stairs to the back rooms, he puts you down with a wolfish grin, allowing you to open the door, his body flush behind yours, he leaves feverish kisses along your neck and collarbone.
Closing the door behind you both, he takes you in fully, eyes during bright. Hair tossed over your shoulder, about to kick your heels off.
"No, leave them on ." Kyle insists, pushing you down on the sofa before kneeling between your legs, he presses kisses along your skin.
"Waited for too long for this. I should have said something." You confess.
Kyle hums as he reaches your inner thighs, sliding your dress up past your hips.
"Oh, she's gorgeous." He whispers in awe as he pulls the damp fabric to the side, before licking a stripe between your folds. Your back arches in pleasure and he pulls away reluctantly.
"Gonna make you mine, babe. You want that?" He asks softly, his voice filled with need.
You nod, your hands finding his dark, short hair.
"Like you wouldn't believe." You reply, your voice confident, ringing clear in the room
"We have a lot to catch up on." He smiles, pulling your body further down the sofa, and holding your legs apart with his rough hands.
You nod in agreement, your eyes never straying from his as he licks another stripe between your sensitive folds.
"You have no idea how beautiful you are." He croons before he takes your sensitive bud into his mouth, making you gasp and writhe in pleasure.
"So responsive..." He teases softly, before hungrily teasing your clit with his tongue again, dipping further down inside you, collecting your nectar and spreading it over your sensitive button, pulling a sultry moan from you that wouldn't be out of place in an adult film.
"Making such pretty noises for me." He says softly, pulling away from your body.
Untying the halter on your dress, he pulls the fabric over your head, stilling when realises you've forgone a bra this evening.
"Ffffuck.." he lets out between his clenched teeth.
His jaw slack as he takes your body into his calloused hands, his grip firm but soft as he traces his fingers over your exposed skin.
"Beautiful, angel." He agrees as his fingers tease your pebbled nipples, peaked at the cool temperature of the room, before taking them into his mouth, one after the other.
After what feels like a lifetime of teasing, your body shivering under his expert touch, he pulls away, removing his shirt, exposing the scarred, but gorgeous body underneath.
"Gorgeous, Kyle." You say softly, before pulling him down for a kiss, your lips exploring his.
He kisses his way down your body, worshipping every inch of you as his kisses trail back to between your legs.
You feel his touch along your damp skin, before he presses a finger inside you. You keen, your body adjusting to his finger, as he teases your g spot, rubbing his fingertip over it until you relax a little more.
"Feel so good... Your pussy is gonna strangle my fucking cock with how tight you are. Let go, I've got you." He insists.
He adds another finger, scissoring his fingers and bringing you closer to your orgasm.
All you can do is lie there as he plays your body like an instrument, pulling moans and gasps from your body as you discovered Kyle knew you better than you knew yourself.
You feel a pressure build up deep within you as he continues with his touch, your legs starting to shake as you feel close.
Kyle smiles as he makes eye contact with you again, swiping his tongue up to your clit, the addition of his tongue to his fingers had you tipping over the edge, chanting his name as you arrived at your peak.
Covered in a light dusting of sweat, you pull him up, claiming his soft lips in a heated kiss, before trying to undo his belt frantically.
Laughing, he kicks his jeans and boxers off, and settles between your legs.
"You ready for me, babe? You've been so good and responsive for me tonight." He asks, waiting for permission.
"Make me yours, Kyle." You beg, as you dig your heeled shoes into his back, allowing the tip of his cock to brush gently against your folds.
You shudder at the thickness of it, your eyes darting down to where your bodies were about to be joined.
"Eyes on me." He commands, sliding home.
Your eyes widen, and water slightly, but you don't look away. You hold his gaze until he's fully seated inside you, stretching you to a point where you'll feel it in the morning.
"Good girl." He praises, placing kisses on your cheeks as he pulls out a little and pushes in again. The pain slightly duller this time, you urge him to go faster.
"Please, Kyle. I need more." You plead, your eyes staring into his.
He quickens the pace of his hips slightly, drawing a gasp from your lips.
"You feel so good, angel. I knew you would, you were made for me" He babbles, lost in your body.
You feel him press a finger against your clit, rubbing small circles on your sensitive spot, before leaning over and spitting on it, making you gasp in shock.
Taking your fingers, he presses them against your body, rubbing his spit into your folds.
"Show me... Show me how you make yourself feel good." His voice calls out, gruff with need.
Your fingers intertwine with his, as you work your body close to a release, showing him what makes you tick.
He looks down to where you are joined again, his body pistoning in and out of you, his thick cock spreading you open and his brain short circuits as he watches you take him in.
"Gonna fucking come. Want to fill you up, make you mine, but I need you to come again first." He insists.
You nod, your fingers playing with your juices as you feel yourself tighten around Kyle.
"Am close, Kyle. Feels... you make me feel.."
"I know babe. I know." He admits, his hips snapping against yours, your bodies connecting the only sound of the room.
You tumble over first, with Kyle chasing you quickly after. He pulls you to his body, shaking with the aftermath of your orgasm.
"Love you too." You say quietly, as you rest your head on his chest.
"Bloody hope so, after that!" He laughs, pressing a kiss into your hair.
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A/N I beat writers block today, this was so FUN to write.
Breath ragged, gasps torn from your throat as you arch back, eyes closed tightly shut.
A faint pink dusts over your skin, your cheeks and chin freckled with rosy desire as your fingers take their pleasure, coaxing and stroking your body to newer, higher heights.
Tears pause at the corner of your eyes, emotion fit to burst as you explore your body, chasing the same feeling you got with him.
"Please." You whimper, your voice barely audible, your body hot against the cool sheets.
Your gaze flickers to his.
"Come for me, pretty girl. Feel yourself falling apart by your own hands." You hear in response.
Heat pools in your lower belly, legs starting to shake as you nod, finally getting the permission you seek.
A molten white hot wave crashes over you as you climax, the power of it takes your breath away, his name a silent prayer.
As your body shudders, and your heartbeat returns to normal, your eyes meet his again.
"Such a good girl for me. I wish you could see how gorgeous you look, coming apart on your fingers for me." He praises, a softness in his tone you cling too.
"Seeing you take control of yourself, and your pleasure... fuck."
He presses a kiss to your damp forehead, a searing brand you love him for.
"So proud of you, my girl."
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So I lowkey wrote this with John/Simon in mind, but I feel it can apply to anyone. 😅
When reader wants to explore some of her feelings 💜
Tw. Talks of sharing, kissing etc.
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"Think she's cute, love?" Simon gruffs over to you, catching you looking at a girl at the coffee shop, her blonde hair like a halo in the sun, her laugh ringing loud around the room.
"Me? No? Well she's pretty but-" you take a swig of your drink, hoping by acting innocent, your husband will drop it.
He raises an eyebrow.
"But?"
You frown, placing your cup back on the table.
"We are married." You remind him, waving your finger at him, your silver band catching the light.
He leans in, his broad shoulders taking over the table as he meets your gaze.
"This is the third girl in a month, sweetheart. Your eyes brighten, your cheeks get that same pretty dusting of pink it gets when I make you come. If it wasn't so fucking hot, I'd be offended." He states plainly, hand reaching out for yours.
Your face goes beet red as you realise your husbands skill of watching people has uncovered your secret. You nod.
"I-i kinda like girls too, Simon. I think i have for a while, but I'm just really now in a headspace to admit it." You smile with a little apprehension.
"It doesn't mean I don't-" you pause when you see him raise his other hand, his face gentle, and his voice low as he considered his next words.
"I don't doubt us, sweetheart. I never have. We have a good marriage, and honestly, the thought of you, spread out, totally blissed out and being take care of, by another pretty bird..." he pauses.
"Well let's say I dreamed of that." He smiles.
He threads his fingers through yours.
"We don't have to do anything about it, if you are happy bird watching, or i can make some calls with Soap and see if the club is available. A safe setting with someone who knows what they are doing. Your happiness is all i care about, sweetheart."
You peer up at him under your lashes, a low flutter of heat simmers over you. Your tongue darts out to wet your bottom lip. The idea of your husband setting this up for you, to make you happy stirs something inside you.
"What kind of husband would I be if I didn't support my gorgeous wife." He says lowly, so only you can hear. He says, squeezing your hand.
You lean forward, pressing a sweet kiss on his lips. He murmurs his approval.
