a/n - oh hey. its been a minute *maybe a year* I'm into cod now, don't ask, I'm blessing you with drunk captain price AND ghost headcannons. enjoy u freaks <3
warnings - dirty talk. older men. praise. freaky!drunk price (for a quick second) ghosts possessive ass. code names but no physical descriptors. clif hanger (sorry not sorry!)
drunk!captain price who’s tells you to bend over in the middle of your living room after coming home from a night out with his men at the bar
drunk!captainprice who is pulling those delicious purple panties off to reveal your soaking cunt
drunk!captain price with every thought evacuated from his head besides eating you out
drunk!captainprice who is pressing his head into your pussy like he’s a starving man who needs to have his fill
drunk!captainprice price who makes you come 3 times on his tongue with words like “soak me” “good girl, grind into my beard” and “let me drink you down”
drunk!ghost can’t stand the fact your getting shit faced drunk right now
drunk!ghost who is currently holding a can of beer sitting tightly on a semi-questionable stained sofa
drunk!ghost who watches you flirt and fumble through every man in the house, until somehow you end up outside
drunk!ghost who sees your wobbly steps and facade of confidence as you stroll over to him
drunk!ghost who tilts his head to look at you like he doesn’t have any idea what your about to do
“LT.” you greeted him, “Red” he greeted back, quick and gruff, emotionless.
he was always strictly orders and command, even when the entire squad celebrated a mission win, ghost would always separate himself from the rest. you didn’t know if it was because his usual brooding-bad boy vibe needed to be upheld, or he just didn’t like drinking all that much
either way, YOU like drinking, and you’ve had a lot this afternoon, and ghosts lap looks very comfortable and-
“Red? Fuckin, hell…” somehow, between your drunk thoughts and curious feet, your body ended up in ghost lap
both your legs were situated on either side of him, your hair brushing the sides of his face. Ghosts head tilted up instinctively
but whether he wanted to get away from you, or pull you in closer was still a mystery, the grenade was on his turf and he was taking a very long time to throw it back
in a rushed movement, ghosts tactile-glove had reach out to pull at your hips, beckoning you to press your body to his
“watched your pretty little ass talk to every one of those men in there” ghost whispered into your ear, it made you shiver he sounded angry
possessive.
“And you still found your way to me”
“You let any of em touch you, red, or are you just a tease?” Ghost pulls at your hips, attempting to bring you closer.
