Need to pin down a small man and shotgun smoke into his mouth while he wriggles and moans. Need to pin down a small dude and laugh at his little dick, slapping my huge strap against his stomach just to watch him size it up against his own. It’d be sooo cute next to my strap, barely like four inches and a cute throbbing pink nestled against the cutest balls. You ever seen cute balls? I have seen cute balls it’s absurd.
Need to watch a short guy wheeze and choke and struggle to take my fat cock as it stretches his ass so wide he can’t seem to get a grip on the sheets. Neeeeeeed to fuck his sloppy little hole until it’s gaping with lube and cum dripping onto the sheets, catching in his hairy thighs.
Need a guy to try so so hard to get out of my grip, to bite and claw and hiss only to realize I’m so much stronger and bigger than him, that any attempt to top me is totally useless 😋
Mm. Hairy ass on a guy I can easily overpower. Mmmmmmmm. Yum. Houuuuu. Anyways this can be about any of them tbh, Dennis whitakker, soap mctavish, hell Robby! Even Gaz, Gaz would be so cute with a pathetic little cock oh my gOOOODDDDDDD
Some art of the man the guy the bloke the white shadow
ghoaf
wassup ghoaffer
I totally didn’t draw the tattoos on his right side (my left) because I did this without looking at any references whatsoever and then merged the layers halfway through the process and couldn’t go back to fix it when I realized
“Skulls and flames and crosses are cool and symbolic and stuff” teen-to-early-twenties Riley who got tattoos will never not live rent free in my head
I like to think that even though I love seeing Ghost in a crewneck t-shirt that he tends to wear v-necks instead because crewnecks make him feel like he’s choking (sensory issue, claustrophobia maybe).
Someone’s prolly said this before but, you think Ghost has tan lines where his mask opens? When he forgets to put eye black or face paint (which I’ve heard can block UV rays, but who knows) there’s just like a tan or sunburnt raccoon mask on his face
Soap can’t stop laughing for the week and drawing Ghost as a grumpy raccoon in his sketchbook
Is that a reference to all that CoD raccoon art? Maybe. Love y’all—that art is so cute.
I know I said tans but I have to admit I very deeply believe in my deepest chest depths that Ghost burns. Maybe gets some freckles on his nose only in the open spots of the balaclava too but he burns. I know everybody says this but I just needed anybody who sees this to also know that I too know. The raccoon mask is red.
Someone’s prolly said this before but, you think Ghost has tan lines where his mask opens? When he forgets to put eye black or face paint (which I’ve heard can block UV rays, but who knows) there’s just like a tan or sunburnt raccoon mask on his face
Soap can’t stop laughing for the week and drawing Ghost as a grumpy raccoon in his sketchbook
Is that a reference to all that CoD raccoon art? Maybe. Love y’all—that art is so cute.
Euuhhh just some thing I was thinking about. A little Ghost revenge turned maybe confusion but more so relief. He knows there’s still no reason to stay. For some reason? I don’t even know why I decided to write this down. Every time I post something I’m worried I’m making content similar to somebody else and the tumblr police are gonna come after me for not checking thoroughly enough.
CW: Suicide Mention(s)
Johnny survives the gunshot to the head, only to succumb to another wound not nearly enough time later. Kyle even scrambled to try and save him, leaving the poor lad with a 7.62mm to the head. He bleeds out atop Tav’s body, the blood mixing together between them like some unholy ritual.
Simon fails one to many psyche evaluations and eventually gets discharged. He spends the rest of his days relentlessly searching for whoever forced him back into isolation, only to come face to face with a painstakingly familiar pair of eyes, unmistakably Johnny, even if they don’t seem to recognize him.
Instead of killing him, Simon takes the Scot’s gun, presses the barrel of it to his head, and stares into Johnny’s eyes one last time before letting the other man pull the trigger. Simon takes solace in knowing there’s still some Johnny left in the world.
Simon knows how to hide as well as he knows how to fight. He’s a big man, sure, but you won’t find him if he doesn’t want you to. When he was a kid, he definitely got a lot of fighting experience, but I have a feeling he also learned how to be stealthy (partially because of his father’s tantrums). Carving holes in furniture to climb into as a child. Tiptoeing around the kitchen in the middle of the night to keep his pa from hearing him search for food. All the abuse taught him more than how to take a hit.
“It's too late if you see him, you’re fuckin’ dead already."
This all contributes to Simon popping up behind Johnny like a once-invisible man, causing the poor bastard to scream in sheer terror. Gaz comes running thinking some girl got murdered, only to find Soap cursing and spitting out some unintelligible Scottish insults.
For the notes game.... It's technically only partly written but here -- I said I would write up a segment!! (It's 1.4K but still. It's not finished.)
There's mention of Poly141, but the focus is GazSoap
18+ content ahead!!
Notes game
If anyone asked about the relationship between the men of Task Force 141, they’d be met with a few different answers; a bond of brotherly camaraderie, a kind of close-knit family, or perhaps something more along the lines of ‘inseperable’. What no one would offer as an answer - not even the closest allies and friends of the team - would be ‘polyamorous relationship’. There would be no way in hell, or Earth, to even interrogate that information out of anyone, not even the team themselves. It was a secret that was held under something even stronger than lock and key - held and bound by the sheer devotion each man had for the others.
Johnny had been trying for the past… He didn’t even want to consider how long, to give himself some much needed him-time. Between back-to-back ops, and the dire mood swings he had been experiencing thanks to his HRT, being pent up didn’t even begin to describe how Johnny felt. He didn’t just want this time, he sorely needed it.
Unfortunately, mood swings weren't the only thing that HRT had in store for Johnny. Despite being the horniest he had felt in his living memory, he just simply couldn’t touch himself for more than a few intense seconds. His bottom growth was… In a little bit of a phase - a phase where every touch sent a jolt right through his body. Thankfully his boxers were just about bearable; wearing them had avoided any awkward or uncomfortable situations. But now, now that he actually wanted some friction, it was just too much for him. After trying over and over - trying his hand, toys, hell, even the pillow - Johnny decided that he needed a short break, something to take his mind off of the fact that it felt like there was lightning between his legs at every touch. He grabbed his phone from the bedside, beginning to just mindlessly scroll through various bits of content, switching apps when it felt like the content well had dried for that media.
It was only about 20 minutes into his mindless scrolling that Kyle walked into Johnny’s room - with barely a knock before he opened the door. He didn’t feel the need to knock more or wait; all four of the men were very lax with their privacy around one another and had been for a long time.
“Johnny, I was wondering if-” Kyle cuts himself off mid-sentence as he takes in the sight of Johnny, surrounded by toys and lube. “... Y’alright, Johnny?” he asks tenderly, slowly pushing the door shut behind him. He knew his boyfriend well enough to know that something was bothering him. With a dramatic sigh, the Scot flopped onto his back, tossing his phone to the wayside.
“Nah. Can’t have a fuckin’ wank.” He huffed in reply, and Garrick almost laughed at the response. That is until he really looked at Johnny’s face - the discomfort that had settled there, with the man unable to relieve himself or alleviate that insistent throbbing between his thighs. “Do you… Want some help?” Kyle asked, and Johnny propped himself up on his elbows to properly look at the man.
“You’d do that?” the Scot asked, the rising excitement clear in his voice. Kyle couldn’t help the chuckle that bubbled out of his throat at that.
“Of course I would - you should know this by now…” He moved to sit on the bed by Johnny’s calves, laying a gentle hand on the lax muscle. “I love you - why wouldn’t I help you have a wank, huh? That's what we're for, isn’t it?” The brow that quirked up as Kyle spoke only confirmed for Johnny that it was only partially a joke.
Oh, so carefully, the Englishman started to pry the Scotsman’s legs apart, running his hands over the expanse of his lover’s thick thighs. Already, Johnny was evidently wet - and very visibly throbbing. The sight alone had Kyle’s cock chubbing in his trousers, eager to sink into that tight, welcome heat.
Kyle spoke - trying to shelf that rabid, lusting thought - in a slow, soothing tone, in an attempt to further calm the other man. “So… How are you wanting me to do this?” His hand started trailing further up the man’s thigh, “Do you want me to use just my hand? Mouth? Some of your toys?” His free hand flicks lazily in the direction of the dildo that Johnny had favoured ever since it had been bought for him - a welcome home gift from the captain after a particularly rough solo op.
It didn’t compare much to either Garrick’s or Price’s cocks - hell, it barely compared to the strap-on Simon used, if you wanted Kyle’s honest opinion. But Johnny, Johnny loved it - and who was Garrick to argue with which toy or object his lover favoured most?
“Just hands to start, I think..” The Scot replied. He was nervous now. Despite having had sex more than a dozen times before, it was a rather uncommon thing for Johnny to be the more submissive one when with Kyle.
With Price or Simon, submission came easily - both men were well-versed in keeping a short and tight leash on the Scotsman. With Kyle, it was different. Out of the pair of them, Johnny was usually the more dominant - more brash, hungrier. But there were times, once every so often, where Kyle would tenderly take the lead; making their nightly activities much closer to making love than just fucking.
“Hands, okay,” Kyle repeated with a slight nod. “You want to lay back a bit, get comfier? Let me help you with those pillows…” Before he had even finished speaking, Kyle had started to help shuffle and fluff the pillows that were stuffed behind Johnny’s back, helping him get just that bit more comfortable. Kyle’s theory was that part of the reason Johnny couldn’t get himself off - asides from being more sensitive than normal - was that his lover wasn’t letting himself really relax; chasing after pleasure rather than just letting it come naturally.
As Johnny laid back, his legs fell open just a little bit more. “There we go…” Garrick cooed, “That feel any better?” Johnny nodded shakily in response as he began to chew the inside of his cheek; an anxious habit he had never quite been able to shift. He wasn’t nervous because of Kyle - who could ever be nervous with a lover with a voice and touch as soft as Kyle had? No, Johnny’s nerves instead came from the thoughts pounding in his head; what if his hands were still too much for him? What if he couldn’t bear being touched by Gaz for more than a few, measly moments?
“Johnny?” Kyle’s voice pulled the Scot out of his spiralling thoughts. When Johnny managed to make eye contact, Kyle spoke again. “You okay, baby?”
“Yeh - just… Lots of thoughts, y’know?” Johnny mumbled, his words hardly comprehensible, even to the man who had spent so much time with him. Johnny shuffled slightly, shifting his hips. It wasn’t to get more comfortable, but rather to try and feel less on edge - he always had gotten fidgety when his anxiety spiked. Kyle’s brow furrowed in concern, and one of his hands squeezed Johnny’s knee to try and provide some comfort.
“Do you not want to do this? We don’t have to, babe, you just say the word…”
“No-!” Johnny blurted, before his brain tried to catch up with the words coming out of his mouth. “Wait, yes! .. Um…” He stumbled over his words, but his message was clear. He did want to do this. “I want to. I do. I’m jus’… I dunno, Ky. I’m…. Nervous? We jus’… Haven’t, in a while, and well… It’s all just a wee bit… Sensitive, y’ken?”
Kyle nodded slowly as his boyfriend explained, making sure the other man knew that he was listening and understanding what was being said. “That’s okay, love. We can go slow, that’s not a problem. And if it gets too much, you just tell me, and we’ll stop, ‘kay?” This time, Johnny nodded.
“Yeah… ‘Kay…”
“Good boy,” Kyle praised, and he slipped his hand carefully between Johnny’s parted legs once more. He trailed a finger through the man’s folds, humming in appreciation at the wetness that had already gathered there. “Look at that… You’re soaked, love… You really are pent up, huh?” The chuckle that rumbled through the Englishman’s chest was smooth, soothing almost.
I think if somebody tried to get the 141 to vacation or visit with them in America for the fourth it’s surprisingly likely that the whole thing would go horribly.
Soap would accidentally knock into a grill during a barbecue and light the grass on fire, probably from either learning or playing American football—or from playing “regular” ol’ soccer football.
Gaz would be right there with him—not because he’s inconsiderate, but just because he gets competitive when it comes to sports (especially against the Scotsman).
Price would probably be the least problematic, complimenting the house of the host(s) and absolutely devouring all food served to him until he can only sit all hunched over on a bench feeling bloated.
Ghost? Well, I’m actually not too sure about him. He might be right there with Price—probably has some good manners taught by his ma. However, his intimidating demeanor might scare off the children at first. When they get used to him, though, the “cool tall motorcycle uncle” (whether or not he’s actually related to anybody there, through marriage or otherwise) is encouraging them to do all sorts of naughty things—from spraying guests with water guns to teaching them about “the importance of the vagus nerve” so that they keep trying to chop Soap in the neck.
(Soap wins most if not all drinking games and can’t even stand by the end of the party)
On one hand, I feel like he could definitely see the beauty in them. And, I suppose he is a demolitions expert—it’s kinda his thing.
But, on the other hand, he is a demolitions expert. Explosions—at this point—could be a sort of bane of his existence kind of thing, where hearing a firework go off would simply remind him of the stress he’s consistently subject to. He understands the damage explosions can do—how catastrophic they can be.
Not sure. Thoughts? Any moments from the campaigns that might help show the character’s view of them? Lemme know
I think if somebody tried to get the 141 to vacation or visit with them in America for the fourth it’s surprisingly likely that the whole thing would go horribly.
Soap would accidentally knock into a grill during a barbecue and light the grass on fire, probably from either learning or playing American football—or from playing “regular” ol’ soccer football.
Gaz would be right there with him—not because he’s inconsiderate, but just because he gets competitive when it comes to sports (especially against the Scotsman).
Price would probably be the least problematic, complimenting the house of the host(s) and absolutely devouring all food served to him until he can only sit all hunched over on a bench feeling bloated.
Ghost? Well, I’m actually not too sure about him. He might be right there with Price—probably has some good manners taught by his ma. However, his intimidating demeanor might scare off the children at first. When they get used to him, though, the “cool tall motorcycle uncle” (whether or not he’s actually related to anybody there, through marriage or otherwise) is encouraging them to do all sorts of naughty things—from spraying guests with water guns to teaching them about “the importance of the vagus nerve” so that they keep trying to chop Soap in the neck.
(Soap wins most if not all drinking games and can’t even stand by the end of the party)
Not sure if anybody’s said this before, but I have a feeling that Ghost tends to stash snack bars and energy bars around base. Maybe he started doing it when he first joined because he’d always get hungry but not want to carry around what he eats. Probably does it so often that he began accidentally hiding and stashing things when he’s stuck in his flat.
Soap comes over and finds three chocolate bars stuffed under the cushions when he’s looking for the remote. He eats all three in one sitting—never tells Ghost about it but the guy has a suspicion
Decided to try and practice drawing Ghost for once since, well, why not?
Still learning, of course, but I think it turned out pretty well for a sketch
If I remember correctly, I used a side profile of his MW 2019 skull balaclava and kind of scribbled down the outfit from a different MW 2019 profile where he’s wearing the hard skull mask that seems to be stitched into the fabric somehow. (If you know what I’m talking about and there are proper names for these outfits specifically, I’d love to know)
price and gaz have an erotic shaving kink and LOVE shaving their partners. finds how trusting their partner is with them wielding a sharp razor around their intimate parts extremely attractive and loves to fuck you post shave.
simon and soap are bush defenders until the day they die. they would rather die in the magical rainforest from lack of air than be face to face with a hairless cooch. soap lowkey keeps a ruler handy because he wants to measure your pubes each time you see him so he can track your progress. simon is just happy to have someone crazy enough to let him near their cooch.
imagine having ghost and soap as boyfriends, it's either you get to large but sweet guys who will kill whoever disrespects their lovie or you get to large guys that are trying to rip each others hair out after one eats the others ice cream
soap is always trying to fuck you no matter where you are and you have to get simon to pull him off you just for simon to take his place, cooing how no one will even notice and him and soap can just slip in really quick, you denied for a little but the moment he rubbed his bulge against your ass you were all for it
the was until price caught you three and scolded you but nonetheless you all ended up doing it again, some days after months of being away from you on a mission they come back one of two way; wanting to cuddle you all day and night until death or fuck you until you have their offspring
on this day it was the latter, they wasted no time in taking you to your guys' shared room and plowing you all night long, spurting out all there pent up cum into you until your belly was bulging with cum and putting a butt plug in you
but they couldn't possibly leave you like that so they always either go out and get you some food or try their best to make something at home (which usually ends up in the food being burnt and they go out and get you food) so you spend your night sweaty and barely feeling your legs but at least you have some ice cream and two hot boyfriends by your side
