-All of them also (Swansea's platonic... no romance wtf)
Things Don't write
- Character x Character
- Smut
Masterlist~!
MOUTHWASHING
Curly x fem!reader (ANGST) "What if you were the one who's mutliated instead?"
Daisuke x fem!reader (FLUFF) "He's so dreamy"
Curly x fem!reader (FLUFF) "What if you and him had a daughter? And took her into the tulpar?"
Crew x fem!reader [Separate] (FLUFF) "You hug them behind"
Curly x trans!masc reader [Request] (FLUFF)
Anti tulpar AU ANYA x fem!reader [Request] (ANGST) "Where the reader is an electrician but she's super quiet and shy and Anya like bullying her" (CW! VERBALABUSE)
Precrash!Curly x singlemom!reader [request] (FLUFF) "Dating adventures"
Anti!Curly x nurse!readerv [request] (FLUFF?) "anti curly x nurse reader but reader is not one to put up with the way curly acts. Like he could be getting assholeish with her but it’s like sometimes he sees a look on her face and he kinda changes his attitude. Also it’s just mostly for her she doesn’t care what curly does to jimmy though.
Anti!Tulpar Daisuke x reader [request] (Angst) (CW! PSYCHOLOGIACL THEMES, YANDERE, UNDERTONES AND EMOTIONAL MANIPULATION)
Daisuke x fem!reader // Curly x fem!reader [request] (FLUFF) "Playing horror games with him, reader who is really jumpy or a reader who isn't phased by scary things."
Janitor!Jimmy x nurse!reader [Request] (Angst w/fluff) "They're both bullied by Anya Daisuke and Curly most of the time and they comfort eachother by midnight talks and tending eachothers woundshey're both bullied by Anya Daisuke and Curly most of the time and they comfort eachother by midnight talks and tending eachothers wounds"
CALL OF DUTY MODERN WARFARE
TF141 x Assasin!Reader (Confident!Reader) "Knocked four 'em by a single woman"
TF141 x fem!reader "Task Force 141 goes undercover at a nightclub for a mission. You wore a bold, eye-catching "Euphoria"-style outfit to distract a VIP guard, allowing the team to infiltrate undetected. "
|| HER LAST CALL || Tf141 x fem!reader (Angst) "You and the team were in a mission, almost a whole swarm of enemies we're chasing you and the team. But when you stepped on pressure-triggered landmine with no way to disarm it, you made a unthinkable choice to be left behind so they can escape" (CW: Character death, greif and loss)
|| PINK RIBBONS || Tf141 x fem!reader (FLUFF) "Sneakily taking pictures of them without noticing and putting it to your pfp in all social media account you have lol"
|| ACCEPTANCE?|| Ghost x fem!reader (ANGST) "Him experiencing the stages of grief... but what is acceptance to him?"
|| Not saying "I love you" back || TF141 x fem!reader (seperate), Phillip Graves x Fem!Reader
|| Commanders Wifey || Phillip Graves x Reader (FLUFF) "Graves and his caring wifey to his men"
A/n: 7/10 cod fics posted. First post of this american pretty man.
Wars were never meant to be kind, but neither had it hardened you. That was something Graves had loved about you from the start– the way tou remained gentle and kind despite his world being in a disaster. You were his soft spot, the softness he didn’t know he needed until he met you.
And now, you were his wife, you weren’t just a light in his life but also in the lives of the men who served under him. They dound something of a mother hen in you. It started with small, simple things: remembering their names, asking how they were, making sure they actually ate something that wasn’t just ration packs and coffee. They weren’t used to it at first. Most commanders’ wives, if they exist at all, avoid from their husband’s work. But not you.
You made it a point to care for them like they were family. Because to Philip, they were. And if they mattered to him, they mattered to you.
“Eat,” you scolded one of the newer recruits one evening, placing a plate of hot food in front of him. He looked up at you like you’d just handed him a million dollars. His fingers hesitated before he picked up the fork.
“Yes, ma’am,” he murmured, and he ate his food.
Across the room, Philip watched, arms crossed, a smirk on his lips. He didn’t have to say it, but you could tell he was proud—proud of you, proud of the way you took care of his men like they were your own.
It wasn ‘t just food, though. You tended to injuries, fussed lver them when they lused themselves too hard, made sure birthdays weren’t forgotten. You’d fix up torned uniforms more times than you could count.
The first time one of them got hurt badly, you didn’t hesitate. You were by his side, pressing cloth to his wound, whispering that everything would be fine while the medics worked. Later, when he recovered, he looked at you differently. Not the eyes he would give to your husband, but something softer. Like he understood why their commander carried that little bit of peace with him wherever he went.
It wasn’t long before you became lart kf the team in your own way. They looked out for you like you looked out for them. Some of them, the younger ones especially, seemed almost in awe of your kindness. When the world had been so so cruel to them, when they’d been required to fight and kill enemies, you would awlays remind them that they were still good.
One night, as you sat beside Phillip in his tent, he pulled you close, pressing a kiss on your temple.
“They love you, you know,” he murmured against your hair.
You smiled. “They’re good men. They deserve to be cared for.”
He sighed, rubbing slow circles into your back. “You make it easy to believe in something better, sweetheart.”
You leaned into him, listening to the distant hum of conversation from the soldiers outside. “I believe in you, Philip. I believe in them.”
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A/n: 6/10 cod fics. It's been like 2 weeks since i posted- hehe sorry about that. i was sick :(
Oh Captain, My Captain (Cap'n john Price)
Are you mad? Because if you are, he WILL fix it.
You were both about to sleep, his arms wrapped around you from behind, his beard tickling the back of your neck. He let out a slow exhale, eyes closing as he murmured, “I love you.” His voice was deep and gruff.
…Huh. Weird.
Any minute now…
Okay, what the fuck.
His eyes cracked open, and he lifted his head slightly to glance at you. He couldn’t quite see your face, but he was sure you were still awake.
“Love…?” he whispered.
His fingers gently rubbed circles against your hip. "What's this about?"
You couldn’t hold back a giggle, your body shaking slightly against him. That only made him more confused.
Turning around to face him, your nose mere inches from his, you smirked. “I was just messing with you, silly. Wanted to see how you’d react.” you admitted,
Price huffed a small chuckle, shaking his head. “You little menace.” He pulled you closer, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “That’s the last time you’re getting a love confession out of me.”
You knew that was a lie.
“Mm, we’ll see,” you mumbled sleepily against his chest.
He sighed, amused. “Bloody troublemaker.”
But his arms tightened around you anyway.
Simon "Ghost" Riley
You were both cuddling in bed, him as the big spoon while you were the little spoon. His veiny, strong arms were wrapped securely around your waist, his face nuzzled against the back of your head. Yes, he still had his mask on. But you weren’t complaining… who would even complain?
"I love you,” he murmured—calm, low, steady.
The only reply he got was the sound of rain pattering against the window.
He didn’t react immediately. He just… stared at the back of your head. Processing.
A minute passed.
“…Right.” His voice was unreadable.
It made you wonder if he even cared. But in reality, he did—he just wouldn’t show it easily.
His grip subtly tightened, like he was bracing himself. He wouldn’t ask if you were mad—if something was wrong, he figured you’d say it.
Then, he felt you shift. Turning around to face him, a grin on your lips as you giggled at his expression.
“I love you too… sorry to keep you waiting.”
He exhaled through his nose. A slow, deep breath.
“Not funny.”
But his arms stayed wrapped around you. A little tighter this time.
Later, he would get you back. Probably by making your legs wobbly when you least expected it.
Better than your regular soap (Johnny McTavish)
“Mhm… I love ye’.”
...
He paused, waiting for your sweet voice to say it back, thinking maybe you just didn’t hear him. But when a minute passed, he gasped.
“Oi, did ye just ignore me?” he asked.
Still, you didn’t respond—you were too focused on the movie.
Then you felt it. A poke to your cheek. Then a nudge. And then, he started gently shaking you.
“Helloooooo? Y’feelin’ alright, bonnie?”
Silence.
From the corner of your eye, you could see him. He let out a dramatic sigh and threw an arm over his forehead like a theatrical little shit.
“Ach, I knew it! You never loved me!”
That made you break.
“So dramatic… I was just messing with you,” you laughed.
He stared at you for a moment before groaning. “Hehe—ACK!”
Before you could react, he tackled you into the couch, fingers mercilessly digging into your sides.
“Ye’re gonna pay for that, lass.”
“HAAH—W-wait! Noooo! Pfft—HAHA—”
After a few seconds of your struggling, he finally stopped, only to smash his face against your chest, wrapping his arms around you so tight you couldn’t escape.
“Yer lucky I love ye, menace.”
Pretty man (Kyle "Gaz" Garrick)
When you didn’t say it back, he let out a playful scoff, thinking you were just teasing him. “Oh, so that’s how we’re playin’ it, yeah?” he said, but you still didn’t respond.
He narrowed his eyes, leaning in a bit. “Wait… you’re not actually mad, are you?”
God, you felt bad. He looked like a puppy that thought it did something wrong, giving you those sad, pleading eyes.
“Don’t leave me hangin’ like that, love.”
He took your hand, slowly caressing it before moving to tickle your sides. The moment his fingers made contact, you burst into laughter.
“Wait—no! Not there!” you squealed.
He blinked at you a few times before groaning. “You are the worst. I almost started drafting my apology speech.
”You smirked at him, and in response, he flicked your forehead.
“Hey—!”
Phillip Graves
The briefin ended, and the room gradually emptied as the Shadows left one by one. Boots echoed against the floor. You stayed, standing near the table, eyes staring at the map spread across it. Your mind was elsewhere, on the mission, on the risks,... on him.
Phillip was across the room, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed, waiting.
When the las soldier was finally out the door, he pushed off the wall, closed and locked the door, and then approached you.
"Y'good sweetheart?" he asked,
You nodded automatically, but the worry weighted in your chest stayed. The mission details kept messing with your head, the potential dangers and the things that will be unexpected. You'd been through plenty together, too many, really, but something about this one made your gut twist.
You felt his hand on your waist, fingers curling around the fabric of your uniform as he pulled your closer. "C'mon now," he murmured, tilting his head to meet your eyes. "Ain't got much time,"
This was routine. After every briefing, before going to meet with the shadows, you both stole a moment like this. A secret between husband and wife, hidden in plain sight.
His hand brushed over your cheek, it was warm. “Be safe out there,” he said softly, eyes searching yours.
“You too,” you whispered.
His thumb grazed your jaw before he leaned in just slightly. “I love you.”
You opened your mouth—then hesitated.
You wanted to say it back. You always did. But this time, the words caught in your throat, tangled up with the worry clawing at your ribs. What if this was the mission that went wrong? What if this was the last time?
Graves pulled back just enough to look at your face. He waited. And when you still didn’t say it, his grip on you tightened ever so slightly.
“Darlin’,” he said, a bit more serious now. “Say it back.”
You swallowed hard, eyes darting away. “I just…” You exhaled sharply, shaking your head. “I’m worried, Phil.”
He knew. He always knew.
“I know, baby,” he said, pressing a quick kiss to your forehead. “But I need to hear it. Just once.”
You let out a shaky breath, forcing yourself. You wrapped your arms around his neck, holding onto him like he might slip away if you let go.
“I love you,” you whispered.
He huffed out a quiet chuckle, though there was relief in his eyes. “That’s my girl.”
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Sorry for the inactivity... Im sick. for fucking 3 days, my body feels week, and I have a fever :,( So, maybe next week I'll feel better and will continue posting.
-All of them also (Swansea's platonic... no romance wtf)
Things Don't write
- Character x Character
- Smut
Masterlist~!
MOUTHWASHING
Curly x fem!reader (ANGST) "What if you were the one who's mutliated instead?"
Daisuke x fem!reader (FLUFF) "He's so dreamy"
Curly x fem!reader (FLUFF) "What if you and him had a daughter? And took her into the tulpar?"
Crew x fem!reader [Separate] (FLUFF) "You hug them behind"
Curly x trans!masc reader [Request] (FLUFF)
Anti tulpar AU ANYA x fem!reader [Request] (ANGST) "Where the reader is an electrician but she's super quiet and shy and Anya like bullying her" (CW! VERBALABUSE)
Precrash!Curly x singlemom!reader [request] (FLUFF) "Dating adventures"
Anti!Curly x nurse!readerv [request] (FLUFF?) "anti curly x nurse reader but reader is not one to put up with the way curly acts. Like he could be getting assholeish with her but it’s like sometimes he sees a look on her face and he kinda changes his attitude. Also it’s just mostly for her she doesn’t care what curly does to jimmy though.
Anti!Tulpar Daisuke x reader [request] (Angst) (CW! PSYCHOLOGIACL THEMES, YANDERE, UNDERTONES AND EMOTIONAL MANIPULATION)
Daisuke x fem!reader // Curly x fem!reader [request] (FLUFF) "Playing horror games with him, reader who is really jumpy or a reader who isn't phased by scary things."
Janitor!Jimmy x nurse!reader [Request] (Angst w/fluff) "They're both bullied by Anya Daisuke and Curly most of the time and they comfort eachother by midnight talks and tending eachothers woundshey're both bullied by Anya Daisuke and Curly most of the time and they comfort eachother by midnight talks and tending eachothers wounds"
CALL OF DUTY MODERN WARFARE
TF141 x Assasin!Reader (Confident!Reader) "Knocked four 'em by a single woman"
TF141 x fem!reader "Task Force 141 goes undercover at a nightclub for a mission. You wore a bold, eye-catching "Euphoria"-style outfit to distract a VIP guard, allowing the team to infiltrate undetected. "
|| HER LAST CALL || Tf141 x fem!reader (Angst) "You and the team were in a mission, almost a whole swarm of enemies we're chasing you and the team. But when you stepped on pressure-triggered landmine with no way to disarm it, you made a unthinkable choice to be left behind so they can escape" (CW: Character death, greif and loss)
|| PINK RIBBONS || Tf141 x fem!reader (FLUFF) "Sneakily taking pictures of them without noticing and putting it to your pfp in all social media account you have lol"
|| ACCEPTANCE?|| Ghost x fem!reader (ANGST) "Him experiencing the stages of grief... but what is acceptance to him?"
Summary: Ghost experiencing the stages of grief... But what is acceptance to him?
Ghost x fem!reader (in relationship/can be platonic)
A/n: 5/10 cod fics posted... DOWN BAD FOR PHILLIPS
Everyone would consider Ghost isn’t capable of love, not the kind where he would let his guard down and softened his edges. He’d spent years busying himself in death and violence. But then there was you, a fire that melted his cold heart that he’d carried for so long. You were his anchor, keeping him grounded in a world that wants him under.
And then… you were gone
Denial
The mission was supposed to simple, a routine infiltration. You were skilled, careful and Ghost trusted no one more at his side. Yet, somewhere between the comms and the sound of explosion, you were ripped away from him. The extraction team pulled him back, Price’s voice ordering him to retreat.
“No,” he growled, he was desperate. “I’m going back.”
“She’s gone, Simon,” Price said, “There’s nothing you can do.”
Ghost refused to accept it. Hah… you couldn’t ve gone. You HAD to be alive, out there, probably injured and waiting form him to find you. The idea of you dying was not welcomed in his mind.
“She’s out there,” he whispered to himself.
Anger
Weeks turned into months, and with each passing day, the hope he clung onto began to crack. And showing rage.
Ghost became a beast on every mission, he was on a rampage, a beast who will kill anything to find food. What the fuck is the word restraint? His only goal is to inflict pain. Price started noticing his changes.
“Simon!” Price yells after a mission where Ghost completely ignored orders to extract early, instead he hunted down the last remnant of the enemies. “What the bloody hell was that!?”
“They fuckin’ didn’t suffer enough,” Ghost spat, “This isn’t you,” Price pressed, but Ghost was already walking away.
Bargaining
Ghost found himself making silent deals with a god he didn’t believe in.
“Bring her back,” he muttered, his hands trembling as he cleaned his weapon. “Take anything from me, just…. Not her.”
In his quarters, he would close hjs eyes, imagining you were there, your laugh.
“I should’ve protected you better,” he says, his voice cracking. “I’ll make it right. Somehow.”
Depression
The fire in him faded over time, replaced by a weight that settled in his chest. Ghost stopped talking unless it was necessary.
The fire in him dulled over time, replaced by a crushing weight that settled in his chest.
“Simon, you need to talk to someone,” Soap said one evening, he was concerned.
“I’m fine,” Ghost replied, but his eyes told a different story.
He wasn’t fine. He was hollow.
Acceptance?
Acceptance. Eh, not really. Ghost didn’t accept that he lost you. But something… changed. Perhaps it was the realization that the world wouldn't stop spinning, that life would still keep going even when it felt like it had ended with yours.
???
Price ordered a retreat, but Ghost ignored him once again.
“Simon, stand down!” Price’s voice crackled through the comms.
“They don’t get to walk away,” Ghost growled, his voice cold.
One by one, he hunted them down, he went crazy. He didn’t stop until the enemy was brutally killed, even they begged him to stop, his gloves stained with blood and his mind numb.
Price confronted him after the mission.
“You’re out of control, Simon,” Price said. “This isn’t about the mission anymore. This is about her.”
Ghost didn’t respond. He couldn’t.
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Summary: Sneakily taking pictures of them without noticing and putting it to your pfp in all social media account you have lol
Tf141 x fem!Reader (Platonic)
A/n: 4/10 cod fics posted. Fuck.
Finally, for once, there was no mission to overthink your heads, just a rare, cherished day of freetime. You leaned back on the couch, phone in hand, the screen illuminating your face as you tried to stifle a grin.
“Oi, what’s got you giggling like a schoolgirl?” Soap questioned, his arms crossed as he stood in the doorway. His curiosity was clear in the way his brow quirked, though he hadn’t quite pieced together what you were up to just yet.
“Oh, nothing,” you replied innocently, tucking your phone out of view. But the smirk on your face wasn’t fooling anyone.
Ghost glanced up briefly, “That’s the kind of ‘nothing’ that usually gets someone into rouble,” he said.
“Whatever it is, she’s probably up to no good,” Price said as he entered the room. He set his tea down on the table. Glancing at you like he could see you were acting suspicious.
“Right,” Gaz chimed in with a laugh, leaning back in his chair. “What are you planing this time?”
You shrugged, trying to play it cool. But they weren’t wrong. You were up to something. The truth was, over the past weeks, you’d been sneakily snapping pictures of them when they don’t notice, Soap grinning like a maniac while making coffee, Price’s concentrated expression while reading a newspaper, Gaz laughing at a joke, and even Ghost peacefully cleaning his gun. You’d taken the liberty of adding vute, pink ribbon sticker to their faces and turning it into profile pictures for every single one of your social media apps.
It wasn’t malicious, of course. You adored them all, and this was your way of showing it .
The first person to catch on was Soap. He quinted at you, tilting his head .”Wait a minute- Did you change your profile picture on that chat app we use? Thought I saw my ugly mug on there.”
“It’s not ugly, Johnny,” you teased. “I made you look adorable.”
“Adorable?” Soap sputtered, “What the hell did you do to my face, lass?”
Price raised an eyebrow. “Johnny’s face? What’s this about?”
“Oh, don’t worry captain,” you said sweetly. “You’ve got one too. With a pink bow~”
Gaz laughs on his chair, “you’re joking.
”Ghost finally spoke. “...Tell me you didn’t.”
You met his gaze, smiling. “You look great with it”
Price pinched the bridge of his nose, trying to stifle a laugh. “You’re out of your mind.”
“Maybe,” you admitted, “but come on. Don’t act like it’s not funny.”
Soap lunged for your phone, but you were too quick, hiding it behind your back. “Gimme that, you wee menace!” he shouted,
“Nope!” you laughed, darting behind the couch. “You’ll have to catch me first!”
Ghost sighed, “I’m surrounded by children.”
“Alright, enough. Let her have her fun. Beside, it’s not like anyone else is going to see those pictures.” Price said,
You then coughed awkwardly, your guilty expression giving away. (actually not guilty)
“Wait-” Gaz said, narrowing his eyes. “...You didn’t.”
Summary: Caught in the aftermath of a heartbreak, you find yourself torn between the lingering shadow of Ghost and the steady, presence of Johnny. As the lines between friendship and something more begin to blur, you realize that moving forward doesn’t mean forgetting the past.
The arrangement was simple. Or at least, that’s what you told yourself. No strings, no promises—just late nights and quiet mornings with Simon. It wasn’t supposed to matter when his touch lingered too long or when his gravelly voice softened just enough to make your chest ache. You knew better than to want more from him, but lately, it was impossible to ignore the way your heart raced when his eyes held yours a second too long.
You hated yourself for it.
Simon wasn’t the kind of man who gave himself away easily. You knew that from the start. But somewhere along the way, in between the guarded moments he let you see and the way he carried the weight of the world on his shoulders, you’d convinced yourself there might be something more to him—something more for you.
It was late when your phone buzzed.
Simon💀♥️: On my way.
A familiar pang shot through your chest as you stared at the message. You’d seen this play out too many times before, and yet, you still unlocked your door and waited. When he arrived, he didn’t speak much, just stepped inside and shrugged off his jacket. He had that look about him tonight—the kind of weariness that dug deep into your bones.
“Rough night?” you asked softly, passing him a drink like you always did.
He nodded, collapsing onto the couch. “Something like that.”
He didn’t offer anything else, and you didn’t push. That was the unspoken rule: he could come here to escape, and you wouldn’t ask for more than he was willing to give. But tonight, the silence between you felt heavier than usual.
“You don’t always have to keep it to yourself, you know,” you said, hesitantly reaching for his arm.
His gaze flicked to your hand before meeting your eyes. For a second, something vulnerable flashed across his face, but it was gone just as quickly. “I’m fine,” he muttered, his voice distant.
Fine. Always fine.
You nodded, pulling back. “Okay.”
But it wasn’t okay. And as you lay awake that night, long after Simon had slipped out of your apartment, you wondered how much longer you could keep doing this.
The next morning, you decided to take the leap you’d been avoiding for weeks. Simon was sitting on the edge of the bed, pulling his shirt on, when you finally found the courage to speak.
“Simon, wait.”
He paused, glancing at you over his shoulder. “What is it?”
You swallowed hard. “I was wondering if you’d… maybe want to go out sometime. Like, a proper date.”
The words hung in the air between you, heavier than you anticipated. Simon’s expression didn’t change at first, but then his jaw tightened, and you knew what was coming before he even opened his mouth.
“You know that’s not what this is.”
Your heart sank. “I know, but—”
“It’s not a good idea,” he said, cutting you off. His tone wasn’t cruel, but it was firm. Final. “I’m not the kind of guy you want to date.”
You bit the inside of your cheek to keep your voice steady. “Why not? What’s so wrong with wanting more?”
His gaze dropped to the floor, and for a moment, you thought he might actually explain. But instead, he stood up and grabbed his jacket. “You deserve someone who can give you more,” he said, his back to you. “I’m not that person.”
And then he was gone, leaving you alone with the hollow ache in your chest.
It was Johnny who finally pulled you out of the fog. He found you in the mess hall a few days later, poking at a cold plate of food with a faraway look in your eyes.
“Alright, what’s going on with you?” he asked, sliding into the seat across from you.
“Nothing,” you mumbled, not meeting his gaze.
“Don’t give me that,” he said. “You’ve been walking around like a ghost all week.”
You winced at the unintentional irony. “It’s stupid.”
“Doesn’t look stupid to me.” His voice softened. “Come on, talk to me.”
You hesitated, but there was something about Johnny that made it hard to keep things bottled up. So you told him—everything. About Simon, about the arrangement, about how you’d tried to ask for more and how he’d shut you down.
Johnny didn’t interrupt, just listened with a seriousness you weren’t used to seeing from him. When you finished, he let out a long breath, shaking his head.
“That bloody idiot,” he muttered.
A startled laugh escaped you. “Johnny, it’s not his fault.”
“Not his fault?” Johnny’s brows shot up. “He’s the one who had something good handed to him on a silver platter, and he just… tossed it away? No, that’s on him, not you.”
You looked down at your hands, twisting them in your lap. “Maybe he’s right, though. Maybe I’m better off without him.”
Johnny leaned forward, resting his arms on the table as his blue eyes fixed on yours. “You don’t believe that.”
You wanted to argue, but the lump in your throat wouldn’t let you. Johnny reached out and gave your hand a comforting squeeze. “Tell you what,” he said, his tone lighter now, “why don’t we go out tonight? Just the two of us. Get your mind off all this for a bit.”
“I don’t know…”
“Come on, lass,” he urged. “You can’t sit around moping forever. Besides, you know I’m great company.”
That earned him a small smile. “Alright. Fine. But if you start singing karaoke, I’m leaving.”
Johnny grinned. “No promises.”
The bar was loud and bustling, filled with the kind of energy that made it easy to forget your troubles for a while. True to his word, Johnny kept you laughing all night, whether it was with his terrible jokes or his exaggerated stories about life in the SAS. For the first time in weeks, you felt like you could breathe again.
That was, until you saw him.
Simon was at the far end of the bar, leaning against the counter with a drink in hand. He wasn’t alone. A woman with dark curls and a red dress stood close to him, laughing at something he said. Her hand rested casually on his arm, and the sight of it sent a sharp pang through your chest.
You froze, your laughter dying in your throat. Johnny noticed immediately, his gaze following yours. When he saw Simon, his jaw tightened.
“Let’s go,” you muttered, already reaching for your coat.
“Are you sure?” Johnny asked, his voice quiet but firm.
You nodded quickly, not trusting yourself to speak. The last thing you wanted was to fall apart in the middle of the bar.
Simon noticed you before you could leave. His eyes locked onto yours from across the room, and for a moment, the rest of the world seemed to fade away. There was something in his expression—guilt? Regret?—but you didn’t stay long enough to find out.
Outside, the cold night air stung your cheeks as you walked quickly down the street. Johnny caught up to you, grabbing your arm gently to stop you.
“Hey,” he said softly. “Talk to me.”
You shook your head, blinking back the tears threatening to spill. “I’m fine.”
“Don’t do that,” Johnny said, his voice firm but kind. “Don’t shut me out.”
You took a shaky breath, finally meeting his gaze. “I don’t know why it hurts so much. I knew what this was. I knew he didn’t feel the same way, but seeing him with her…” Your voice cracked, and you looked away.
Johnny’s expression softened. “It’s not stupid to feel like this, you know. You cared about him. That’s not something you can just switch off.”
You sniffled, wiping at your eyes. “Why are you always so nice to me?”
Johnny hesitated, his hand still resting on your arm. “Because you deserve it,” he said quietly.
There was something in his tone that made your chest tighten, a vulnerability you hadn’t expected. You opened your mouth to say something, but the words wouldn’t come.
“Let’s get you home,” Johnny said after a moment, his hand dropping back to his side.
Simon didn’t know why he cared. He’d told himself this was what he wanted—that pushing you away was the right thing to do. But seeing you with Johnny tonight, the way you laughed and leaned into him, made something twist painfully in his chest.
He stayed at the bar long after you left, nursing his drink and ignoring the woman still trying to get his attention. Her voice grated against his nerves, every laugh reminding him of what he’d given up. Finally, he muttered some excuse and left, his thoughts a tangled mess as he walked aimlessly through the city.
He hadn’t realized how much he’d relied on you—your warmth, your patience, your quiet understanding—until it was gone. And now, he wasn’t sure if he’d ever get it back.
A few days later, Simon showed up at your door. You weren’t expecting him, and the sight of him standing there, his hands shoved in his pockets and an uncharacteristically uncertain look on his face, caught you off guard.
“What are you doing here?” you asked, crossing your arms.
“I needed to see you,” he said, his voice low.
You frowned. “Why? So you can tell me again how I deserve better?”
He flinched at the bitterness in your tone but didn’t back down. “I made a mistake,” he admitted. “I thought I was protecting you by keeping my distance, but all I did was hurt you.”
Your chest tightened, anger and heartbreak swirling together. “You don’t get to do this, Simon. You don’t get to push me away and then show up like nothing happened.”
“I know,” he said quickly. “And I don’t expect you to forgive me. I just… I needed you to know that I care about you. More than I ever let on.”
Tears burned at the corners of your eyes, but you refused to let them fall. “Why now?”
“Because I can’t stand the thought of losing you,” he said, his voice cracking. “Not to Johnny, not to anyone.”
The mention of Johnny made your heart ache. “Johnny’s been there for me in ways you never were,” you said quietly. “He didn’t make me feel like I was asking for too much.”
Simon looked away, his shoulders slumping. “I know. And I don’t deserve another chance, but… I want one anyway.”
You stared at him, torn between the part of you that still loved him and the part that wanted to protect yourself.
“I need time,” you finally said.
Simon nodded, his eyes filled with something you hadn’t seen before: hope. “Take all the time you need. I’ll wait.”
Simon’s words lingered in your mind long after he left, stirring emotions you weren’t ready to confront. But it wasn’t just Simon you were thinking about anymore—it was Johnny.
Over the past few weeks, Johnny had been there for you in ways that no one else had. He didn’t just distract you from the pain; he made you feel seen, valued, and safe. It wasn’t the grand gestures or the constant laughter that stuck with you—it was the small things. The way he remembered your favorite drink without asking. The way he knew when to push and when to just sit in silence. The way his gaze softened every time he looked at you, like you were the most important person in the room.
You didn’t know when it started, but you were beginning to see Johnny differently. The warmth in his eyes didn’t feel like friendship anymore, and the way your heart fluttered when he smiled at you felt new and terrifying all at once.
One night, after a particularly long day, Johnny showed up at your door with takeout and a sheepish grin.
“Figured you could use some company,” he said, holding up the bags.
You smiled, stepping aside to let him in. “You figured right.”
The two of you settled on the couch, the food forgotten as you talked about everything and nothing. For the first time in a while, you felt light, like the weight you’d been carrying wasn’t yours alone anymore.
At some point, the conversation lulled, and you found yourself watching him. His blue eyes sparkled with an easy warmth, his laughter fading into a soft smile as he looked back at you.
“What?” he asked, his voice gentle.
“Nothing,” you said quickly, but the look in his eyes told you he didn’t believe you.
Johnny leaned back, studying you with a quiet intensity that made your pulse quicken. “You know, you don’t have to figure it all out right now,” he said. “Whatever this is… we can take it slow. No pressure, no expectations. Just… see where it goes.”
Your chest tightened at the sincerity in his voice. He wasn’t asking for more than you could give—he was just offering to meet you where you were.
“Okay,” you said softly, your lips curving into a small smile. “Slow sounds good.”
Johnny’s grin widened, and for the first time in weeks, you felt like you were moving toward something instead of away from it. Maybe this wasn’t where you thought you’d end up, but as Johnny’s hand brushed against yours and the warmth of his presence settled over you, you realized that maybe, just maybe, it was exactly where you were meant to be.
And for now, that was enough.
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Am i the only who's sometimes get confused- Like when Im reading those poly!tf141 x reader. I would get confused about who's john and who's johnny LMAOOO. HEY, I KNOW JOHN IS CPT. PRICE AND JOHNNY AS SOAP. BUT 😭😭 IDK WHY I GET CONFUSED. That's why i would instead put the name Price in my fics. But at the same time it's just isn't...
Summary: You and the team were in a mission, almost a whole swarm of enemies we're chasing you and the team. But when you stepped on pressure-triggered landmine with no way to disarm it, you made a unthinkable choice to be left behind so they can escape.
CW: Character death, Soap ooc??, Themes of grief and loss.
Tf141 x fem!reader
A/n: 3/10 COD fic posted! This one is a angst, i rlly love this fic mwa mwa. It was 4 out 4 pages in my google docs LMAOO. This was kinda a little bit of Soap x reader?
The jungle was filled with chaos, gunfire tore through the trees, and shouts of the enemies closed in. Task Force 141 and you moved through the bushes, their breathing ragged but their focus was steady. The extraction helicopter was only three klicks away, the sound of its blade barely heard over the gunshots.
“Move, move! They’re on our six!” Ghost’s voice barked through the comms.
Soap glanced back, looking the silhouettes running towards them. “Christ, they’re swarmin’ like bloody ants! We need to pick up the pace!”
Price pushed forward at the front, his rifle raised as he led the team. “Eyes up! Stick together, and keep fuckin’ moving!”
You ran in the middle of the team, your lung burning. The mission had gone sideways hous ago, and now it was a race for survival.
The enemies was close, too close. But then, as you pushed through a particularly thick path of brush, it happened.
Click.
Your boot froze mid-step. For a moment, you didn’t register what it was. But then the cold, horrifying reality hit you like a train. Your breath caught in your throat as you looked down. There, placed beneath your foot, was the edge of a land mine.
“Shit,” you whispered. Your body went rigid, “No, no, no…”
Soap, who has been keeping close behind you, halt to a stop as he noticed your sudden halt. “Y/n! Fuckin’ move it! We’re dead if-” His words dies as he saw the look on your face. His eyes followed yours to the ground, and his expression instantly turned grim.
“Fuck,” he muttered, crouching down beside you. “Pressure-triggered?”
You nodded, you voice shaky but calm. “I-if I lift my foot, it’s game over.”
“Bloody brilliant,” Soap hissed, dragging a hand down his face. “Alright, don’t panic. We can figure this out. There’s got to be a way-”
“Soap.” you cut him off through his rambling. “You know there’s no way out of this.”
The rest of the team realized both of you were gone, making them double back, forming a tight circle around you.
“What’s goin’ on?” Ghost said,
“She stepped on a mine,” Soap said quickly, his jaw clenched. “One of those pressure-sensitive one. If she moves, it’ll blow.”
“God damn it,” Price muttered, dropping to one knee to see the situation. Gaz stood nearby, firing gunshots into the jungle to keep the enemies at bay,
“We’ve got to disarm it,” Soap said, his voice growing more frantic. “Or… or swap out somethin’ for the pressure.”
“We don’t have time for this,” Gaz cut in, “They’re right behind us!” he yelled, as he keeps on shooting.
Price’s hand hovered over the mine, but hesitated, “It’s too risky,” he admitted. “Even if we had time, there’s no guarantee we could disarm it without triggering it.”
You swallowed hard, forcing yourself to speak through the lump in your throat. “Then… you have to leave me.”
Those words hung heavy in the air, like a gunshot. Everyone froze, their eyes snapping to you, because you suggested something unthinkable.
“Not happenin’,” Ghost said instantly.“Listen to me,” you said, your voice trembling. “They’re closing in. If you stay here, we’re all dead. I can buy you time to get to the helicopter.”
“No,” Soap snapped. “We don’t leave anyone behind, and we’re not starting now.”
“Soap…” You reached out, gripping his arm. “You have to, There’s no way to save me without costing everyone else their lives.”
Ghost took a step closer, “We’ve been through worse. We’ll find a way-”
“You fucking can’t!” you shouted, tears stinging your eyes. “There’s no way outt of this, and you know it!”
The team fell silent, the weight of your words sinking in. Price stood up slowly, “She's right,” he said quietly. “We’re out of time.”
Soap stood up and whipped around, glaring at him. “You’re just gonna leave her? Just like that?”
“Do you think I want to do this?” Price snapped, his voice cracking. “Do you think any of us do? But if we stay, she dies and we die. We’ve got to make the hard call.”
Soap turned back to you, his eyes pleasing. “There’s gotta be another way,” he whispered. “Please.”
Your heart broke at the pain in his voice, but you steeled yourself. “There isn’t. Soap, you have to go.”
Gaz grabbed Soap’s shoulder, pulling him back. “She’s giving us a chance to get out of here. Don’t waste it.”
Ghost lingered, his dark eyes burning into yours. “You don’t deserve this,” he said quietly.
You smiled weakly, your tears finally spilling over. “Just promise me you’ll make it out,” you said. “All of you.”
“We will, love” Price said, his hand gripping your shoulder and looking at you with his now soft eyes.
Ghost hesitated a moment longer, then turned away, his hands gripping his gun tightly. Soap looked back at you one last time, “I’m sorry,” he choked out.
“Don’t be,” you said, your voice breaking. “Just go.”
And then they were gone. The sound of gunfire grew louder as they closed in. Your gripped your gun tightly, your heart pounding as you prepare yourself.
“This is where I make it count,” you whispered to yourself.
The first wave burst through the trees, and you opened fire, cutting them down one by one. You fought with everything you had, holding your ground as long as possible. The sound of the helicopter’s rotors grew faintly louder in the distance, a reminder that they were almost safe.
You closed your eyes, and then the mine detonated, englufing the jungle in a blinding flash of light.
.
.
.
.
The team was silent, their boots heavy as they walked through the compound.
Laswell was already waiting for them, she noticed the missing member immediately.
“Where… is she?’ she asked,
Price stopped in front of her, his hat pulled low over his face. He didn’t answer immediately. When he finally spoke, “She didn’t make it.”
Laswell’s breath hitched, “What happened?”
“She stopped on a pressure mine,” Gaz said softly, “There was no time to defuse it. She… she stayed behind so we could make it out.”
Soap, who has been silent until now, suddenly snapped. “It shouldn’t have happened!” he shouted. “She didn’t have to fuckin’ die! We could’ve done something! Anythin’, but we just fucking left her there-”
“Soap,” Price said, his voice low but firm.
“No!” Soap turned to Price, “you were the one who agreed to leave her”
He didn’t react, “She made the call, Johnny. She made it for us.”
“And we listened,” Soup muttered bitterly, sinking onto a nearby chair. “We bloody fuckin’ listened.”
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