Petra_Novak

Hope you have fun ^^ Also Mod is a minor

[medic-petra]

Introduction

Hiii! It's Amae here! I've decided to make another CoD OC RP blog and this time for my Medic OC, Petra. Feel free to send scenarios, asks or more ^^

But before we start that, RULES FOR RP:

1. NSFW: While I might write some smut or anything like that for my ship of Petra and Soap, sexual things in asks or scenarios won't be tolerated and will result in being ignored. But friendly bantering and a few innuendos make for some funny reactions from Petra.

2. Creator/Me: I don't mind if you talk to me in brackets for info, criticism or recommendations but flirting or moves made towards me won't be tolerated as I am a minor behind this girl.

3. Anything real world related/politics: I don't like it and Petra doesn't like it, simple as that.

4. Minors: Being honest, there's probably gonna a few of y'all interacting, so welcome but for the more mature topics, if you're sensitive to them, I'll use the NSFW/Mature feature to block it.

5. And last but not least, no hate or weird questions. I'm here to have fun and make my OC come to life, not to debate things like if trans people deserves rights or answer things that I don't feel comfortable with.

If you want to ask me about anything in regard to stuff on my blogs or RP-ing, here's my mod account (mostly use it for reblogs of stuff I find while scrolling but might as well use it for the mod)

@genderfluid-parent-of5

Also, I decided I'd tag all the blogs I'll make for the rest of my OCs here, so expect it to slowly fill up:

@colonel-valentino

@leon-price

@lieutenant-camilla

@sergeant-asher

Also, links for all the fics I've written:

The Medic's wee lad: My first Soap X Petra fic, mostly an introduction to their dynamic and romance.

https://www.tumblr.com/medic-petra/820431855650209792/the-medics-wee-lad?source=share

Petra music vibes:

Basically the same stuff as for Valentino's blog.

Here's info about the woman:

Name: Petra Novak

Age: 25

Gender: Female

Nationality: Slovenian

Ethnicity: Slovenian

Birthday: 25.4.2001

Sexuality: Bisexual

Body apperance:

Height: 5'6"

Body type: Soft natural

Weight: ? lbs

Skin color: Ivory

Hair and eyes:

Hair: Wavy and long, usually tied in a braid or bun if she's in the medbay

Hair color: Brown

Eyes: Glasz, soft but still pretty sharp, dark bags under them.

She wears glasses.

Distinguishing marks:

Scars: She has a few scars across her body, not as many as an average soldier but still has some. She has a scar across her lips and a few scars on her arms and neck.

Glasses: They're prescription since she's far sighted, which means she can't see for shit from afar but can see properly up close. If she doesn't have her glasses on, she usually makes a squinting expression.

Personality:

She's a kind woman. Also quite loyal, caring and patient but under that, she's stubborn, observant, grumpy and quick to anger if she's tired or people have been getting on her nerves.

Likes: Drawing, reading, doing medical paperwork whenever she's bored, hanging out with those she likes, teasing and annoying Soap.

Dislikes: Being bossed around a lot or by a person she hates,

Medical record:

Physical health: Healthy, fit for duty.

Mental health: She seems to be alright but sometimes shows signs of depression and social anxiety, along with being diagnosed with Asperger's.

On going: N/A

Service record:

Affiliations: Slovenian army (former), SAS TF-141

Job: Field and On base Medic

MOS:

Unit: Was in the Slovenian army for about 2 years before being transferred to TF-141

Clothing:

Civilian: Usually wears casual and comfortable things.

During the summer: T-shirt or tanktop, shorts, sandals or crocs if on break.

During winter: Thick jacket, hoodie, fuzzy on the inside sweatpants and winter boots.

In the field:

Wears her field medic uniform.

Tags!

#Amae's-ranting: Just me making posts every now and then about thoughts.

#Petra's-life: Might upload little tid bits of his lore in drawings or things like a written down thing.

#Petra-rp-chats: RP-ing.

#Petra-NSFW: If you're not comfortable with NSFW or really mature topics, feel free to block this tag right now.

Thanks for reading everyone, have fun ^^

[rawme-price]

Being roommates with soap means he gets to hear every part of your life, and vice versa.

Every weekend when you're both able to, you buy takeout and gossip. Soap fills you in on the ongoing bet about when exactly ghost will realize gaz has been flirting with him for weeks, and you fill him in on your recent bedmates without noticing how jealous he is everytime you talk about them.

Right now, fore example, he's working very hard not to snap his chopsticks while you tell him about the guy you hooked up with two days ago. You wake a hand dramatically "like, I get that I'm into older men, don't get me wrong– but usually they can keep up with me!"

"What? Finally sent one into cardiac arrest?" Soap raises a brow teasingly, then adds "so what happened?"

"Nothing!" You toss your hands up, every bit dramatic and charming as you always are "why?! Because he couldn't get it up!!"

"Yikes." Soap mumbles more for the cue to continue, quietly thinking he'd never have an issue getting going if you'd let him–

"Which, isn't usually a problem, it happens yknow? But he was such an ass–" you scowl at the memory, takeout box crinkling slightly from how hard you hold it. Soap frowns too, mostly because he hates knowing someone you trusted to sleep with was mean, "he blamed me! Me! Said I didn't work hard enough!"

From the many, many, detailed accounts soap has heard from you he knows that isn't true. He's had dreams of you sucking him off from how often you talk about it. "What a cunt," soap sneers, knocking his shoulder with yours "bet his profile sucked too."

"It did! But he was nice, so I took a chance. Here, I'll show you–" you reach across the spread of food to grab your phone, settling back practically tucked into soaps side to show him your screen "here, look."

Soap leans over your shoulder, ready to verbally tear this man to shreds like you and him often do only–

John Price, 47.

Not looking for anything serious.

Soap coughs, doubles over choking on his food–

"Holy shit–! Are you okay? Johnny?" You gasp, slapping him on the back until he stops making concerning wheezes.

"That...that's my captain–"

"....oh shit, really?" You look back at the profile. Technically you never ended anything for good with him, just told him to fix his attitude. "Should I go back and bet blackmail?"

Soap starts wheezing again.

[luitenantalbiemckinner]

For compensation from the fic

It was a boring day at base today. It was pissing it hard outside, meaning those who would usually be training outside all day couldn't and they didn't feel like going to the gym, so they were all stuck lying around in the common room.

Valentino was currently in the kitchen, making dinner for everyone (making his famous tortillas and a potato salad on the side for Leon, since he doesn't like tortillas), most of the team was sprawled out on the couches and floor, either staring at the ceiling, scrolling through the phone or watching the shitty reality show on the TV.

Asher then perked up as he got an idea and he speaks up as he places his phone down.

"Laddies and lasses, I've got an idea on how we can cure our boredom!"

All heads turned to him and he says as he claps his hands together.

"How 'bout we play some good ol' truth or dare?~"

Most nodded yes, not minding the change in activities while Price protested for a moment.

"Better keep it squeaky clean from suggestive stuff, Jackson. Or I'm makin' ya go broom up the rain."

"And keep it from becoming too chaotic! Don't wanna deal with dog fighting tonight." Valentino chimed in.

Asher begrudgingly agreed and they all gathered in a circle. The game started pretty fun, some truths were answered, some dares done until it was Albie's turn.

Asher rubbed his hands together cheekily as he says.

"Alright, McKinner. Truth or dare?"

@sergeant-asher

Albie grumbles in jokeful annoyance before thinking, rubbing his head. "Hmmm... I'll go truth." He leans forward and rests his elbows on his knees, hands playing with his slightly wet hair from when he had to drag some recruits inside. In short terms, they snuck out and played in the rain like children, and it was Albie's crew. Stupid, but.. Kinda funny.

Anyway- Albie wriggles in his spot and waits, a little smile on his face from both the anticipation and the smell of Valentino's tortillas. "Nothin' too bad, dude." Albie adds on and gives a pointed glare to Asher, eyebrows raised.

[sergeant-asher]

Asher says as he raises his hands in feigned innocence.

"Won't do nothin' raunchy, there's old men around y'know." He whispered as if the said old men were kids supposed to be away from any raunchy/suggestive things

He then claps his hands and says. "ANYWAYS! Answer me this, d'ya have any favorites? And don't say Lainey or yer kids! I mean someone 'ere in this room or not."

He grinned cheekily, waiting for an answer.

[luitenantalbiemckinner]

Albie huffs and keeps tapping his head slowly, fingers drumming the back slow and steady. "Good, good.." He grunts and sits up again, quite restless from boredom. "Ayeee, favourites? Oh- Not the kids. Pff- Okay." He chuckles and curls up on the couch, boots by the couch and socks on. "Mmmm, good question.." He browses the crowd for a moment, still tapping his head. "Guhh- Okay, okay- I'll go... Off personality, definitely Soap." He pauses and turns to the Scott, who is fist pumping. "You're always so- So enjoyable to be around. I'm down in the dumps and I come t' ya, boom, happy mood." He smiles, then gestures to Leon. "But I gotta say Leon might be m' favourite. He said I was his favourite, only returning the favour..!"

[sergeant-asher]

Asher nods and says as he grins.

"Ahhh, don' let Petra 'ear ya. She'd kill ye." He snickers while Petra swats at his shoulder and Leon gives Albie a thumbs up while watching the game, he was also playing but didn't have his turn yet.

Asher then spoke as he looked back at Albie.

"Alright, who ya gonna make tell the truth or do a dare?~"

[luitenantalbiemckinner]

"Hmmm.." He mumbles and is still tapping his head, thinking for a while before Price bumps him over the head. "Hurry up." Price huffs, then Albie just points to Petra. "Petra can go. Give her a chance to bully Soap."

[medic-petra]

Petra huffs lightly out of amusement before she says as she looks towards Soap.

"Alright, darlin'. Truth or dare?"

Soap grins and thinks before he says with a cocky smirk.

"Dare~"

"Alright, I dare ya to try and do a handstand against the wall, see if ya can still do it without breaking yer arms."

Soap sputtered in surprise, he was definitely expecting something else but oh well. He got up and walked over to the wall, trying ONCE before Leon's voice rings through.

"No that's the wrong form! Lemme show ya how it's correct."

The room bursts into light laughter as Leon, a teen, shows Soap, an almost 30 year old man how to a basic handstand against the wall. After Leon felt satisfied, he sat back down and discreetly started recording Soap.

[ilovepricealot]

yk what is the saddest part about soaps death? the fact that he thought everyone died with him. beacuse he didn't defuse the bomb our poor baby thought he could meet up with his team in heaven this is so sad :(

[celadoreceladore]

Having never publicly posted anything I’ve drawn anywhere before this is somewhat terrifying, and sharing something that is still a WIP maybe makes it even more terrifying because I can still see so much that I would like to tweak and tidy… but I don’t know when exactly I’ll actually finish him so I thought hey why not be brave and share him as he is!

So here is my interpretation of pagan!soap inspired by @gloomwitchwrites’ fantastic two stories. He has lived in my brain rent free since I read the first one and I just had to get him down on a page. Poppy, you write such wonderful stories and incredible characters. I hope I’ve done pagan!soap some semblance of justice and just a massive thank you for these incredible brainworms. Hopefully I can finish him at some point in the not too distant future, but I am a chronic non-finisher of projects 😂

Did I end up spending far too long reading about clothing from that era? Yes. Do I still plan to draw a version of him with less clothes and/or his wolf mask down the line? Also yes. And you know, give the poor guy some legs!

Here’s hoping I don’t panic and delete this later 😅

EDIT: Finished version is here ♥️

[medic-petra]

Listening to Black Sorrow and thought of an angst drawing for Petra and Soap... God I'm creatively fueld during the night

Did I cook with the starting stuff?

[rubinfity]

summer season

[xinmin-exe]

The first time you meet Johnny was in a little hole-in-the-wall coffe house. You were in the corner, reading some crappy romance novel that your friend suggested. His first words are in that accent of his that gets thicker when he’s excited.

“Ahm.. you gotta let me take you out, lass,” he clarifies with a slight blush. You look him up and down. The Mohawk to the jeans that are just slightly too tight. The lopsided smile on his face and his piercing blue eyes, you could never forget the first time you see his eyes.

“You mean for dinner?.. or to kill me?” You asked with your own smile, somehow almost as entranced with him as he was with you. And as they say, the rest is history.

Or.. it was suppose to be.

You were suppose to be looking at wedding venues, not one bedroom apartments. Suppose to be looking at wedding dresses, not staring at his closet with teary eyes. Suppose be picking out a wedding date, not selling your home.

Price and the others were always asking you if you were okay, if you needed anything. You always say no. Because the one thing you need, you can’t have. Price lets you have a small bit of Johnny’s ashes. They stay in a small vile on a necklace that you wear everyday.

On good days, you only fiddle with it absentmindedly. On the bad days, you find yourself listening to old voicemails as you sit in his closet, surrounding yourself with him.

Someone buys your house a few months later, an anonymous buyer. You move out, memorizing every detail of the house. The home you were suppose to have for the rest of your life.

Eventually, you do move on but you’re never the same. Your eyes a little more dull than they used to be, your smile torn. You don’t wear the same perfume you used to.

Because you know you died down in that tunnel with Johnny.

[writingramblescusican]

it’s one in the fucking morning but I need to write a thought.

soap from cod seems like he’d like penelope garcia coded women, like full blown witty nerds whose stuck in a chair and waayyyyy too pleased to flirt with him.

and I mean fullllyyyyyy get him in character, really have the insert basically be two words away from HR. I’m talking, would recreate the “thunderous chocolate god” comment, I’m talking he’d also have nicknames for her and you definitely also embarrass him when on blast in comms. I mean it, I think his humor is peeerrrffeeeeeccttt for shameless women, since he is but a shameless man.

soap from cod would definitely call you “babygirl” or “luv” or “gorgeous.” you do not have a birth name with that man, you’re his “babe.”

soap from cod doesn’t groan when you call him out by saying something wild again after he says you’re on speaker, “hey, I charge extra for group sessions.”

no, soap has to try not to laugh, has to hide a shit-eating grin, and can’t even stop from quipping, “‘can pay yer rate, luv.”

soap from cod definitely ignores your callouts until he slyly walks you into saying, “please, sergeant.”—not that it took much. he has to ignore how you drag it out and make sure he knows you’re flirting back.

no pls don’t let me expand on this, I’m obsessed w penelope garcia rn cus she IS the shit 😭

[strayhatlin]

Vampire/Hybrid thingie

No one thought it was real.. A military base full of only vampires and half blooded vampires? Don't make me laugh, those were only rumors that floated around the military world.. or were they?

It, in fact, is not a rumor. That base exists somewhere more hidden, only allowing contact with other hybrid bases, rarely a human one.

There were all kinds of vampires, absolutely full blooded, a vampire mixed with another hybrid (ex. A vampire werewolf or fae...), human vampires (those with human blood and vampire blood) and simply descendants of vampires, basically vampire hunters that were allowed to work under very strict circumstances.

One infamous team was TF-141, a team of all those kinds, full blooded vampires like Valentino, Price, Ghost and Camilla, half vampires (human and mixed with other hybrids) Soap, Petra and Stray and the humans/vampire hunters Asher, Gaz and Sorren.

Currently Stray was wriggling on the floor as he rolled around, nose pressed to his skin to try and soothe his thirst. After a short while it gets too much and he looks around, spotting Petra and Soap talking with a rare visitor. So, he stalks closer before he gets behind Soap, who was closer, and chewing on his hand. The man pokes a few holes with his canines, waiting for a pause in the conversation. Soap leaves for the bathroom and gives him the best window. So, he spins right around and locks his teeth around the poor man's neck, breaking skin and sucking it all up greedily. "Nnnn.." Stray grumbles and holds his face still, Petra having to litteraly drag Stray off and out of the room, scolding him. "No, Stray! You don't do that!" Giving him a smack over the head and pushes her own hand out. "Look! Here!" Stray just grumbles and takes his palm, sipping some of Petra's blood while he stares up at her, Soap profusely apologising to the man and leading him off.

[medic-petra]

Petra huffs lightly and says as she gently grabs Stray's hair and tilts his head away from her hand. "Bad boy. Go drink a blood bag or somethin'.."

[strayhatlin]

"None left-!" He fights and wriggles for her hand, hands reaching for it while his eyes go all fuzzy and funny, probably not drinking enough blood to stay sane. "Ghhhh- Hungry!" Stray yells and grabs her hand again, latching on with a sharp peirce and sucking up some of her blood. "Mmmm.."

[medic-petra]

Petra stares at him with a blank expression before she sighs and lets him drink the blood, hoping she wouldn't get an infection or anything.

[strayhatlin]

Stray holds her hand tight and glares at Soap when he comes back, jumping the man and latching onto his neck. "Mmnhhrhrr!" Soap strains against Stray and tries to pull him off.

[medic-petra]

Petra watches with a slightly amused expression before she walks over to the two and takes Stray off Soap while saying. "Ya need somethin' else to suck on, darlin'. Otherwise, ya won't have lovers no more."

[strayhatlin]

"Hungryyyy!" He complains again, wriggling to bite Petra, and when that fails, a random sergeant passing by.

[medic-petra]

Petra restrains Stray against herself, saying as her eyes narrowed. "Don't. Even. Think about it."

[strayhatlin]

Vampire/Hybrid thingie

No one thought it was real.. A military base full of only vampires and half blooded vampires? Don't make me laugh, those were only rumors that floated around the military world.. or were they?

It, in fact, is not a rumor. That base exists somewhere more hidden, only allowing contact with other hybrid bases, rarely a human one.

There were all kinds of vampires, absolutely full blooded, a vampire mixed with another hybrid (ex. A vampire werewolf or fae...), human vampires (those with human blood and vampire blood) and simply descendants of vampires, basically vampire hunters that were allowed to work under very strict circumstances.

One infamous team was TF-141, a team of all those kinds, full blooded vampires like Valentino, Price, Ghost and Camilla, half vampires (human and mixed with other hybrids) Soap, Petra and Stray and the humans/vampire hunters Asher, Gaz and Sorren.

Currently Stray was wriggling on the floor as he rolled around, nose pressed to his skin to try and soothe his thirst. After a short while it gets too much and he looks around, spotting Petra and Soap talking with a rare visitor. So, he stalks closer before he gets behind Soap, who was closer, and chewing on his hand. The man pokes a few holes with his canines, waiting for a pause in the conversation. Soap leaves for the bathroom and gives him the best window. So, he spins right around and locks his teeth around the poor man's neck, breaking skin and sucking it all up greedily. "Nnnn.." Stray grumbles and holds his face still, Petra having to litteraly drag Stray off and out of the room, scolding him. "No, Stray! You don't do that!" Giving him a smack over the head and pushes her own hand out. "Look! Here!" Stray just grumbles and takes his palm, sipping some of Petra's blood while he stares up at her, Soap profusely apologising to the man and leading him off.

[medic-petra]

Petra huffs lightly and says as she gently grabs Stray's hair and tilts his head away from her hand. "Bad boy. Go drink a blood bag or somethin'.."

[strayhatlin]

"None left-!" He fights and wriggles for her hand, hands reaching for it while his eyes go all fuzzy and funny, probably not drinking enough blood to stay sane. "Ghhhh- Hungry!" Stray yells and grabs her hand again, latching on with a sharp peirce and sucking up some of her blood. "Mmmm.."

[medic-petra]

Petra stares at him with a blank expression before she sighs and lets him drink the blood, hoping she wouldn't get an infection or anything.

[strayhatlin]

Stray holds her hand tight and glares at Soap when he comes back, jumping the man and latching onto his neck. "Mmnhhrhrr!" Soap strains against Stray and tries to pull him off.

[medic-petra]

Petra watches with a slightly amused expression before she walks over to the two and takes Stray off Soap while saying. "Ya need somethin' else to suck on, darlin'. Otherwise, ya won't have lovers no more."

[mala--draws]

loser. and i dont knoq antomy

[strayhatlin]

Vampire/Hybrid thingie

No one thought it was real.. A military base full of only vampires and half blooded vampires? Don't make me laugh, those were only rumors that floated around the military world.. or were they?

It, in fact, is not a rumor. That base exists somewhere more hidden, only allowing contact with other hybrid bases, rarely a human one.

There were all kinds of vampires, absolutely full blooded, a vampire mixed with another hybrid (ex. A vampire werewolf or fae...), human vampires (those with human blood and vampire blood) and simply descendants of vampires, basically vampire hunters that were allowed to work under very strict circumstances.

One infamous team was TF-141, a team of all those kinds, full blooded vampires like Valentino, Price, Ghost and Camilla, half vampires (human and mixed with other hybrids) Soap, Petra and Stray and the humans/vampire hunters Asher, Gaz and Sorren.

Currently Stray was wriggling on the floor as he rolled around, nose pressed to his skin to try and soothe his thirst. After a short while it gets too much and he looks around, spotting Petra and Soap talking with a rare visitor. So, he stalks closer before he gets behind Soap, who was closer, and chewing on his hand. The man pokes a few holes with his canines, waiting for a pause in the conversation. Soap leaves for the bathroom and gives him the best window. So, he spins right around and locks his teeth around the poor man's neck, breaking skin and sucking it all up greedily. "Nnnn.." Stray grumbles and holds his face still, Petra having to litteraly drag Stray off and out of the room, scolding him. "No, Stray! You don't do that!" Giving him a smack over the head and pushes her own hand out. "Look! Here!" Stray just grumbles and takes his palm, sipping some of Petra's blood while he stares up at her, Soap profusely apologising to the man and leading him off.

[medic-petra]

Petra huffs lightly and says as she gently grabs Stray's hair and tilts his head away from her hand. "Bad boy. Go drink a blood bag or somethin'.."

[strayhatlin]

"None left-!" He fights and wriggles for her hand, hands reaching for it while his eyes go all fuzzy and funny, probably not drinking enough blood to stay sane. "Ghhhh- Hungry!" Stray yells and grabs her hand again, latching on with a sharp peirce and sucking up some of her blood. "Mmmm.."

[medic-petra]

Petra stares at him with a blank expression before she sighs and lets him drink the blood, hoping she wouldn't get an infection or anything.

[bunnygfsblog]

Johnny ‘soap’ MacTavish x Hyper fem! Reader

He pissed you off so you go on a shopping spree with his card

CW- slight angst if you squint, use of brat, fluffy, mention of oral (f receiving)

Johnny knew he had properly pissed you off when he saw the first transaction come through at Victory secrets.

Then Starbucks, and primark, and boots, and super drug, and river island and forever 21, the list could go on and on and on as the transactions keep getting higher and higher in price.

But he can’t help the hope that bloomed in his chest from you not going hard on his card at designer stores in town, it meant he could still fix his mistakes before you made him sleep on the couch tonight.

He didn’t even know why he said what he did.

Seeing the glare and pout of your plush lips before you stomped your foot and spun round on your baby pink heels and left out the door your tiny matching pink purse slung over your shoulder.

He knew he shouldn’t have called you a brat. He was frustrated after a mission and just wanted to relax and unwind and it wasn’t your fault. He shouldn’t have snapped at you and he knows that. Especially not when you’d just asked to go on a date to a new sushi place that opened down the street.

So that’s why he didn’t text or call you to stop as you drained his bank account. He deserved it, and shopping made you happy and he knew once you where done being mad and he had eaten your pussy to the point you saw stars and had sweat glistening your glitter covered body after your 3rd orgasm from his tongue and fingers, you’d put on a lovely little show of all the stuff you bought and he loved that more than he loved anything else, other than you of course.

He smirked as he sees his phone ring “Mr. MacTavish we’ve seen an increase of spending on your card and wanted to check it wasn’t fraudulent charges due to the amount spent.” A female voice said through his phone speaker and his smirk Grows

“No Fraud. My Bonnie lass is just accepting my apology.”

Sorry it’s so short it’s 2am where I am lol

[strayhatlin]

Vampire/Hybrid thingie

No one thought it was real.. A military base full of only vampires and half blooded vampires? Don't make me laugh, those were only rumors that floated around the military world.. or were they?

It, in fact, is not a rumor. That base exists somewhere more hidden, only allowing contact with other hybrid bases, rarely a human one.

There were all kinds of vampires, absolutely full blooded, a vampire mixed with another hybrid (ex. A vampire werewolf or fae...), human vampires (those with human blood and vampire blood) and simply descendants of vampires, basically vampire hunters that were allowed to work under very strict circumstances.

One infamous team was TF-141, a team of all those kinds, full blooded vampires like Valentino, Price, Ghost and Camilla, half vampires (human and mixed with other hybrids) Soap, Petra and Stray and the humans/vampire hunters Asher, Gaz and Sorren.

Currently Stray was wriggling on the floor as he rolled around, nose pressed to his skin to try and soothe his thirst. After a short while it gets too much and he looks around, spotting Petra and Soap talking with a rare visitor. So, he stalks closer before he gets behind Soap, who was closer, and chewing on his hand. The man pokes a few holes with his canines, waiting for a pause in the conversation. Soap leaves for the bathroom and gives him the best window. So, he spins right around and locks his teeth around the poor man's neck, breaking skin and sucking it all up greedily. "Nnnn.." Stray grumbles and holds his face still, Petra having to litteraly drag Stray off and out of the room, scolding him. "No, Stray! You don't do that!" Giving him a smack over the head and pushes her own hand out. "Look! Here!" Stray just grumbles and takes his palm, sipping some of Petra's blood while he stares up at her, Soap profusely apologising to the man and leading him off.

[medic-petra]

Petra huffs lightly and says as she gently grabs Stray's hair and tilts his head away from her hand. "Bad boy. Go drink a blood bag or somethin'.."

[perfectlittlesecretz]

Temperature

Johnny "Soap" Mactavish - I imagine Johnny's body temperature resembles a heater. Perfect for long ops in the winter and cuddling around Christmas time. Perfect for when you accidentally stay out playing in the snow to long and develop a cold and need someone to warm you up.

Unfortunately, summer isn't the same story. Due to Johnnys warm temperature and lack of knowledge on personal space, you find yourself waking up trapped in Johnny's arms. You squirm around trying to relieve yourself of the stickiness that has formed on your skin due to the heat, only to find his arms only lock tighter around you as he mumbles in protest.

Simon "Ghost" Riley - Simon would be the opposite of Johnny. His skin is cool to the touch, hands always sending shivers down your spine when they find their place on your body. He's capable at providing temporary relief from the miserable heat of the summer. Simon seems to find pleasure in planting his hands on your bare skin unexpectedly causing you to shriek.

While he's an amazing icepack for the summer, that chilliness stays around all year long. One winter morning, you find yourself awoken with a startled shriek when Simon decides he just needs to have his hands on you. His arms curl around you, his hands finding the warm skin of your chest. Your jolted awake by the sudden frigid touch. He shushes you softly as his hands begin to warm up and you finally begin to settle once more.

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick - Kyle is the definition of perfection. From his skin to his personality, and even his body temperature. He's warm enough to keep you nice and content during cold nights but also cool enough you won't wake up in the middle of the night to find a puddle of sweat dripping off you.

You find yourself curled up tucked under Kyle's arm, some comedy movie playing the background. Your soft laughs echo the room quietly as Kyle's hand plays with your hair. It doesn't take long until you start dozing off as Kyle quietly coos, petting your hair. Absolutely perfect.

Jonathan "John" Price - Much like Johnny, this man runs warm. John resembles a bear, hairy and warm and the perfect candidate for cuddling. Somehow, you never find yourself awoken by excessive heat radiating from him. You do find his warmth is required for when he drags you along on early morning fishing trips.

The cool morning air nips at your skin as John loads the boat. You shiver slightly despite having multiple layers of clothing on. Your shivering only worsens as the boat begins to move and a breeze whips through your hair. You soon find yourself planted beside John, hiding inside his jacket as he gently rubs your back cooing and mumbling apologies. Despite his verbal guilt, the smirk on his face tells a whole different story. Of course, that jerk had planned this, he knew you would run to him the moment you got too cold. Luckily you needed his warmth at the moment, but he better watch his back later as you most certainly plan to retaliate.

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Johnny who just looooooooves to manspread.

Every time you complain he just decides the solution is to put you on his lap.

It always happens the same way, the two of you are sitting next to each other, be it while watching TV, busy with your own phones, and whatnot. Before you know it, his leg is already nudging yours to the side. Despite being told off, he'll eventually go back to doing it over and over again until you finally have enough.

"Johnny."

He turns to you, one eyebrow raised.

"Move your damn leg. You keep hogging the whole seat!" "Ah barely noticed, hen. How 'bout ye sit here instead." Whilst he says that, he lifts you without much effort and deposits you right over his lap, one arm settled around your waist. You're completely baffled as he settles things just like that once again.

"You always do this.."

You huff, crossing your arms.

"C'mon, Bonnie, dinnae act like ye dinnae like being on my lap."

"That's not the point."

He chuckles, pulling you back to lean on him.

"At least this way, we'd both be comfortable, hm?"

He pays no mind to your fuming, he simply nuzzles your neck, uncaring of the way his stubble scratches your skin, laughs as it makes you chide him again. But he notices that you're not moving off his lap.

It goes exactly as he planned from the start.