Hello! You can call me Cyn! I’m 25, Ojibwe Native, and really tired!
I write for Call of Duty mostly, OCs, male readers, female readers, I do it all! Depends on what gender I'm feelin' that day. I have a proclivity towards hurt/comfort/whump fics, so please be mindful of the tags.
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Ghost is scary
Subs deal with so much
Price’s Lecture
Echoes of Duty (COD Sentinel AU)
Masterlist
Worldbuilding
Sentinel and Guide SAS Handbook: Special Operations
Rumor Has It (Poly!TF141 x oc!Male)
Masterlist of Chapters
Blurbs and Drabbles Masterlist
141 + Nikolai x Rumor Kinky Drabbles Masterlist MDNI
Rumor’s Dossier
By Trust Alone (Soap x Mexican!Reader)
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Part 3
K9 Hybrid AU
AU Worldbuilding
Hybrid Gear and Civvies
Handle It (K9!Hybrid!Reader x Handler!Alex Keller Masterlist
Loyalty & Instinct (K9!Hybrid!Reader x Handler!Kyle "Gaz" Garrick) Masterlist
Lacuna (K9!Hybrid!Reader x Handler!John Price) Masterlist
Collateral Hearts (K9!Hybrid!Reader x Handler!Simon “Ghost Riley) Masterlist
Ka-Freakin-Boom (K9!Hybrid!Reader x Handler! John “Soap” MacTavish) Masterlist
Kinktober 2024
Fic List
SFW Alphabet COD
Ghost - He Riley Loves Me
Price - Price Check
Gaz
Soap
Soldier, Poet, Kings (TF141 x Reader)
Jojo's Bizarre GhostPrice
Parallel Lines (Price x Reader)
Gentle Descent (Alex Keller x Reader). MDNI
Tactical Observer - Poly141 x Reader - Request Fic
Tactical Observer Part 2 - Request Fic
Requests are open! Nothing illegal or gross and please stick to COD characters but otherwise I’m available!
Price is so fucking stressed when he accidentally gets his younger partner pregnant.
Of course he should have predicted it, what with all the times he's filled you up under the supposed safety of that magic pill. When you miss your period and confirm it twice that you're pregnant, you both sit down and have a serious conversation about what that means for you.
Which ends with price obsessively researching pregnancy and at your every whim to make sure you get all the help he needs. He's got multiple files compiled with all the research He's done, and has pulled strings to make sure you have the best team assigned to your pregnancy.
"John. I am not sitting in bed all day I swear to god if you don't let me clean—" you also end up having to fight your husband for the ability to life the coffee table, because he's decided that your five weeks pregnant body can't handle it.
Yeah. Maybe you get a little cheeky with your "pregnancy cravings" and ask for specific restaurants on the other side of town so you can sneakily clean and lift boxes. So what? You're going crazy not rearranging the entire house!!
Price, of course, is the literal captain of a specialized task force. He falls for your tricks exactly twice before making ghost retrieve all your requests, not like his lieutenant does anything besides loom around forests when not on base.
Price just...needs to make sure you're okay all the time. For his own hearts sake.
He freaks out more than you do when your water breaks, having prepared and run drills for the exact situation, only focusing up when you snap at him.
In the end you deliver two health baby girls and price does cry when he holds you in his arms afterwards.
Not that he directly says it, but even an SAS operative is hard-pressed to hide the subtle flinch of touch from his fellow teammates at all times. Skin always covered, always positioned away from people, it's an unspoken rule that no one touches ghost unless mandatory.
So why the hell does he let you, the new secretary, get away with it?
"Oh, sir! Hey, I needed an updated copy of that file–" you'll catch him in the hallway, hand on his bicep to get his attention before you lose him in the crowd. The strangest thing? Ghost actually stops and listens carefully. No tensing up or glaring at all.
Or when you happen to be next to him in line for dinner, you have no qualms bumping your shoulder into his side in lieu of greeting with full hands, already saying "hi, sir! Yknow, I was looking over those reports, and I really appreciate how you—"
It's an absolute mystery to the team. How you ghost is more than happy to be practically manhandled by you in crowded spaces or simply casually touched in conversation. There's only one logical explenation.
Ghost has a crush.
After that, it just becomes more obvious. How he angles himself closest to you in a group. How he subtly leans into your touch on certain days.
Curiously, gaz asks you about it one day. A casual water cooler ambush, designed to look purely coincidental when he interrogates "oh, you and ghost talk often, don't you?"
"Hm? Oh, ghost? Yeah! He's a great friend!" You smile, all wide and unassuming. of course you have no fucking clue, because ghost is damn difficult to read even to trained soldiers. You go on to smile to yourself, fidgeting with the manila folder held against your clipboard. "I'm honestly shocked he tolerates me so much, what with being just some secretary. But he's nice to talk to, yknow?"
...and it seems you are just as horribly enamoured by him. How the hell neither of you has figured it out is beyond the team.
They already have a betting pool going if you two will sort it out before or after next months ball.
Thinking about mer!reader who was born in captivity meeting mer!ghost who was born wild...
You both meet in a mer sanctuary, you having been rescued from an aquarium going bankrupt and ghost under treatment for a boating strike. You've never seen another mer before, but the strange creature in your tank undeniably is one, that much you instincts tell you.
But....but he's so big, bigger than anything you've seen before! You doubt he could ever comfortably fit in your tank! Just looking at him makes your fins flutter nervously, hiding in the rocks on the shelf built into the pool.
He keeps peeking into your cave, chirping and churring in a way that makes your instincts perk but you don't really understand. Safety? Pod? You don't know.
Meanwhile, ghost is losing his mind.
This strange mer is too damn small, and he keeps trying to ask "are you okay? I'm safe, did they hurt you?" But all it does is squeak like a pup and hide!
Ghost can't fit into the tiny cave with the mer, and his instincts are already freaking out because he's separated from his pod! He needs to protect the weird pup!
....how the hell the workers intend to care for you when ghost is at risk of drowning anyone who tries, they have no idea.
Request fill for nonny who wanted captive vs wild mer!!!
Thinking about single parent!reader and ghost accidentally bonding with your two kids...
He knows of you vaguely as the apartment two doors down from his that's always toeing the line of some sort of noise complaint. two small kids, four and five respectively. Cute things he sometimes passes in the stairwell since the elevator broke.
"Ewwww!!! What is that!!"
Like now, for example. Arms full of grocery bags, ghost turns the corner to the next flight and finds the wee ones crouched in a corner pointing at something. You sit a few steps up, bags next to you and seemingly taking a breather from the multiple flights.
"Morning, Mr riley." You smile, exhausted. Ghost nods back, then curiously glances over the kid's shoulders when they beging loudly pondering.
"It's an alien!!" Your little girl says, poking at it. "Alien–"
"That's a proper millipede, innit." Ghost grunts above them. He knees down between the two, and lets the long insect crawl onto his hand, holding it up for your kids. "S' the flat face? An' the multiple legs on each segment? Millipede."
You daughter gasps in amazement at the same time your son asks "does it bite?"
"Only kids who don't do their chores." Ghost snorts, then holds it out and gently strokes a single finger along its back "you can pet it."
Which is how your tiny ones end up asking ghost what seems lile a hundred questions about millipedes, then centipedes, and bugs in general.
He answers each one, and after some time sets the bug back down and says "I'll show you more bugs if you help carry groceries in, yeah?"
While your kids grab one bag each, ghost insists on carrying the rest in addition to his own, has the audacity to glare at you when you reach for some.
That night, your kids beg to go to the library to pick out books about bugs, wanting to impress their new friend mr simon.
Of all the people they could like...they chose the weird silent scary guy....at least they're learning stuff, you suppose.
honestly the idea that ghost would fight price over anything is insane, but more specifically that ghost would be against killing shepherd?? he demanded a tactical strike on Graves TO HIS FACE. youre telling me ghost draws the line at extrajudicialy murdering a general he already dislikes? ridiculous
Please take my brainworms I don’t want them anymore. For days I have been thinking about reader who cannot stay awake after a mission ends. And because of the amount of times they’ve fallen asleep in one exact spot in his hanger Nikolai decides to get them a dog bed. Which reader obviously loves dearly.
It was supposed to be a joke.
The snide little comment from Soap about Nik getting a dog bed for you. While you weren’t even awake to defend yourself, too!
But Nikolai has never been one to laugh off a good idea.
The team thought you’d be polite about the purchase at best, mildly offended at worst.
They didn’t expect you to bloody love the thing.
Suddenly you’re all over Nik, just like a new puppy, telling him how sweet he is— how comfy your new spot is. And soon it’s covered in pillows and quilts— things you’re too tired to ever tuck yourself into. But that’s what papochka is for, no?
Cooing about how he has to fold the crust over his little pie filling, that’s how perfectly you tuck into the round bed to him.
Suddenly those throwaway comments from Nik about stealing you away from the team to be his personal helper… seem a little more real.
And to make matters worse, now he’s gotten a little tray to put next to the bed— a place for your water bottle and a plate of orange slices and other snacks…. So now you’re being fed and watered like a puppy, too.
Who knew all it took was one look at Simon Riley covered in blood to make you fail miserably at your job.
Price, Gaz, Soap, and Ghost stand behind your pilot’s chair, chests heaving from the effort of throwing themselves through the plane doors, fresh off the op you’re supposed to be flying them out of.
But you just sit there, jaw stupidly slack as you take in Simon’s already dark clothes, absolutely drenched in the proof of what a powerful predator he is. Deep red dots splatter his mask, too, and streak down his forearm, his fingers curled lazily around the handle of a knife.
Then he turns sharply, like he’s just noticed that the plane isn’t moving.
“The fuck are we waiting for?” Simon snaps.
Soap looks from him to you, then lifts both hands in mock surrender. “Don’t look at me. Seems the pretty pilot’s got a thing for blood.”
Simon’s head whips towards you.
Heat rushes to your cheeks, and your hand flies to the throttle. But then his eyes catch yours and he chuckles darkly.
“ 'S that right?”
The rich brown of his eyes grow molten beneath the smudges of red across his mask as he takes in your expression, and for one incredibly embarrassing moment, you almost forget how to actually fly this fucking thing.
Without breaking eye contact, Simon steps forward and crouches down to your level.
Your breath catches as his gloved hand closes over yours, gently pulling back the acceleration lever. The plane lurches forward hard enough to send the boys tumbling into a pile of grunts and curses.
Your stomach dips and you snap back into gear instinctively, flipping the switch on the dash to pull the wheels up, hands flying to the control stick as you build in altitude.
“Don’t worry, Bird,” Simon says gruffly. He raises that knife into view and drags one finger down the bloody blade. “‘S not mine.”
holding you by the hands: you know that the "you" in a 2nd person pov isn't literally you right? you know that even in a "reader insert" story it is still a character, right? you recognize that because they are not actually you they may make choices different from the one that you would make for the sake fo the story, right? you know that? you know that the only "you" that exists in the context of the story is the you that is reading it? right?
