#cod headcanon

[evie-floyd]

Should I turn this into a whole fic? Let me know 😊

Major was your best boy.

When you joined the team, the 141 were unsure. How was a dog more skilled than 4 trained killers.

“So lass, tell me. Does he bite on command or only when someone annoys him?” Soap would ask. “Depends, Johnny. Wanna test it?” Would come your reply.

That was until he took down an enemy with one bite to the neck. He came back about covered in blood, just looking for his tennis ball reward - tail wagging.

Soap calls him wee beastie - it earns him a growl. He tries to win him over with dog treats (it half works).

Unsurprisingly, or maybe surprisingly, Major takes a shine to Ghost.

Gaz enjoys playing with him, until he gets too nippy then he realises why he’s got the “don’t fuck with me” patch on his harness.

When you’re hit, Major takes down the enemy and stays by your side, not leaving until Ghost and Soap get there.

Major stands guard, not leaving until the boys have you stable.

When you’re back at base, Major lets ghost get yours and the enemies blood off his fur and snoot. He makes sure there’s no injury to him. “Easy lad. Let’s have a look.”

The nurses try and shoo Major off the bed when Ghost sneaks him into the room, but one look at the four men surrounding the bed has her retreating.

Majors big brown eyes are the first thing you see when you wake up.

[ohmygraves]

after one of your leave, you came back to work with a ring around your finger.

you didn't mention it to anyone, and people simply noticed it when talking to you or handing you things. they congratulated you, talking about the ring. you nervously brushed it off, trying to explain it.

ghost didn't know about it either, and when he overheard someone talking about it, he dropped his mug of tea on the floor, the pieces scattering around the place.

this was such a shock to someone who had planned to propose to you.

well, propose might be a bit too far, considering you two are not even dating. he wanted to say it, but things were a little too hectic and he didn't have the guts to ask you out and moreover you're not sure if you'd like him... even if you two have been friends in the taskforce for years.

then again, in his mind, you two are practically an old married couple.

he was clearly upset by this, ignoring you and trying to push you away. he was undoubtedly hurt. did you elope with someone? why didn't you tell him? invite him to the party? did your "friendship" with him mean nothing at all?

ghost was snappy, in a terrible mood overall. he snaps at johnny, yells at gaz, and even glares at price. he was constantly on edge and it's starting to piss you off. so you confront him.

"what the hell's up with you?"

he didn't feel like humoring you, sitting down all irritated over his meal instead.

"you've been avoiding me all week, snapping at people... did i do something wrong?"

so he went off at you.

"wanna know what's wrong? you. coming back to base with a bloody ring. let me guess, you eloped with someone? is that it?" he hissed, "and here i thought i'd propose, that's out of the fuckin' window now."

you sat there, taking his words in. "... it's a fidget ring?"

you showed your hand to him, using your fingers to spin the little parts of your ring. he didn't realize how you've been fidgeting with it, or how you explained to people over and over that you're not married or engaged.

all of the sudden ghost felt like his blood ran cold, not only because he just acted so stupid jealous over a trinket, he basically admitted that he wanted to marry you.

"... wait, you wanted to propose to me?"

[doxkbdbsish]

Gift

Characters: Soap x fem!Reader, Gaz x fem!Reader, Ghost x fem!Reader, Price x fem!Reader

P/s: You ask your 141 boyfriend/husband what he wants as a gift

Please don't judge harshly - I'm just writing for fun. Please excuse any mistakes, English is not my native language.

Price

You were lying together on the couch, wrapped in each other’s arms.The TV murmured softly in the background and you lazily threw your leg over his thigh.

— "John, darling" — you began, gazing thoughtfully at the screen — "I’ve been racking my brain trying to figure out what to get you. Maybe something for fishing? Or something tobacco-related?"

Price picked up the remote, turned off the TV, and looked at you. His eyes were gentle, but that familiar mischievous sparkle was there — the one that always made your chest feel warm.

— "I don’t need anything, love" — he said calmly running his fingers along your arm. — "Everything I need, I already have. Right here". He lightly touched your heart, then added with a sly grin. — "And a little bit… right here". His hand dropped to your stomach.

You interested , though still a little confused. — "At least give me a hint, John. Something I can actually give you."

He leaned in, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispered — A certificate.

— "What?" — you frowned, blinking in surprise. — "A certificate for kids. From you" — he said perfectly serious. — "No expiration date. Unlimited activations."

You lifted your head, looking at him in shock - but smiling all the same. — "John! That’s not a gift! That’s not how it works!

He chuckled pulling you closer. — "Oh, it works just fine. The best gifts are the ones that last forever."

You shook your head, pressing your cheek against his chest. — "You’re impossible, John."

He laughed softly, his hand tracing slow circles along your back. — "Maybe. But I’ve got a mission and I intend to see it through." His voice dropped lower, tender now. — "Just stay with me. That’s all I’ve ever wanted". You smiled as he kissed your temple.

Ghost

You’re lying sprawled out on the couch, your legs resting across his lap. Simon lazily squeezes your foot - half massage half idle gesture - while his eyes stay glued to the news on TV.

— "Simon, darling "— you begin — "I was just thinking… The holidays are coming up. Be honest — what would you like as a gift? And don’t say "nothing"."

Ghost turns his head toward you. His gaze pierces right through you, his face is completely serious, unreadable.

— "Spider-Man bed sheets" — he says flatly. — "And a backpack. Also Spider-Man. Glowing. So it can be seen from a mile away. And make sure it has a compartment for my tactical knife."

You blink, trying to figure out whether he’s joking or not — "What? Are you… serious?"

He shrugs without changing tone. — "I’m beginning to heal. These are my unresolved childhood issues." He pauses, then adds in that same cold almost dramatic voice: — "And if I don’t get that backpack, I’ll have to bring it up in therapy next week."

He turns his head back to you. — "You wouldn’t want me to tell my therapist you traumatized me by refusing a gift, would you?"

— "No!" — you burst out laughing. — "No, no, I got it. Backpack. Glowing. And bed sheets."

— "And make sure the backpack says "With great power comes great responsibility"." He turns back to the TV. —" Otherwise, it’s just a backpack."

You collapse into laughter, trying to catch your breath. — "Wait… you actually go to therapy? How did I not know?" Simon calmly changes the channel. — "Of course not".

Soap

You were lying on the floor while Johnny "Soap" MacTavish was doing push-ups over you—bare-chested, sweaty, focused and gleaming.​

— "Ninety-nine... one hundred!" — you finished counting, chuckling. — "That’s it. You're done, champion."

​Johnny wasted no time dropping straight onto you, breathing heavily. His hot, wet skin pressed against yours and you felt your heart rate quicken.​

— "Johnny" — you said softly, running a hand through his slightly overgrown Mohawk. — "Tell me, what do you want for the holiday? Just so I know what to get you."

​He pushed himself up on his elbows, looking at you with the air of someone about to say something deeply profound. — "What do I want...?" — he drew out thoughtfully, gazing into the distance. — "I want you to spend the whole day telling me that you love me. That you need me. That you feel safe with me."

​Your heart instantly melted. — "Aww, Johnny..." — you almost whispered, smiling.​

But then he suddenly squinted roguishly, the corners of his lips twitched and leaning in close, he added. — "And then for you to sit on my face."

​You blinked, unable to believe you heard that out loud. — "Johnny MacTavish!" — you gasped, indignant yet smiling. — "You just ruined the most romantic moment!"

He chuckled, pulling you into a tight hug. — "No way, wee lass. I just made it realistic" — he replied in a completely serious tone. — "In my head that's the perfect day: lots of love and lots of you.​ This is what I want."

You couldn't help but laugh, pressing close to him. — "Well, at least you're honest" — you sighed, shaking your head through the laughter.​

— "Always" — Johnny winked, settling back down onto you. — "Honesty is my middle name."

Gaz

You were sitting together, eating the cake he had brought. You were swinging your leg idly, feeling relaxed, while he meticulously transferred strawberries from his slice of cake to your plate.

— "Kyle, I wanted to ask" — you caught his hand as he placed yet another berry. — "What kind of gift would you like? Something I can actually give you."

Gaz paused with the strawberry in his hand and looked at you. A disarmingly serious expression settled on his face.

​— "A gift? Then I want you to go up there and get me the moon from the sky and while you're at it, a couple of stars too."

He tried his best to hold back a smile, keeping his expression stone-cold so the grin wouldn't slip but his eyes were shining with amusement, giving him away completely.

​— "Very funny" — you laughed, taking the strawberry. — "Are you serious?"

He placed his hand on your cheek, and his tone immediately softened, becoming genuinely warm.

​— "Seriously, I have everything I need." — He looked at you tenderly. — "I don't need anything. The main thing is having you here."

You sighed realizing his answer was absolutely true, yet completely useless for your mission to "find a gift."

Plan B: Conduct a stealth operation on his laptop to secretly check what Kyle has added to his "Favourites" in the online stores. Otherwise you'll never know if he needs that new tactical cap or if it's the waterproof backpack after all.

[quarterlifekitty]

I think Soap with a virgin kink does prep you as best as he can, but sometimes it’s just not enough for the real thing, y’know?

So if you do happen to bleed a little, I want you to know that he’s keeping the sheets. In fact, he’s framing the part you bled on.

[annkama]

like father like son

[phantomcurses]

Could I request headcanons for John Price, Kyle, Johnny, and Simon reacting to being under a mistletoe with his gn crush who reassured him that he doesn't have to if he doesn't want to please?

thank you for your patience for this request😭i'm so sorry if this first cod piece i'm doing is rough, i haven't written for cod before (although i've ready plenty of fics lol). i just got through the gameplay, and i'm hoping that i'll improve the more i write for them :)

c.w. - slight language

john price

as the task force threw a party for christmas, trying to maintain some form of morale and spirit for the holidays, especially for those who couldn't make it home or have family come to them.

you didn't have anyone to go home to, so you were able to stick to the walls of the party, ever the wallflower in these situations. but you were enjoying yourself with your fellow teammates, and you eventually found yourself under the doorway to exit the party, looking in.

you feel a presence soon, looming behind you, causing you to turn and see your captain behind you. you give him a look of curiosity, as he points above you, and you follow the direction, immediately feeling warm at the mistletoe you find above you. given how long you've been standing here, it might have made you look like you were expecting someone to kiss you.

you make haste in moving, muttering that he didn't have to kiss you since you didn't even realize the mistletoe there, and that you didn't want to crowd the area, when john pulls you back to him and kisses you. he ignores the whistles around him, and you barely register those noises.

"i've been always meaning to do that, i'm glad i'm finally able to do so." he murmurs, bringing you in for one more kiss.

kyle "gaz" garrick

when the party was in full swing, you're around with some other members of the team who are egging on a drinking game, something you're participating with. you have bets on who will win, and you don't plan on losing. as that game is winding down (you totally win your bets), you feel yourself being pulled as you're counting your money.

you don't pay too much attention initially, still counting your money, but you look up confused when you're paused at a doorway. you look up at soap, who had stopped you there, rolling your eyes as he was giggling, with no explanation as to what he's doing with you.

you look over as you see ghost dragging kyle over, and you're suddenly getting suspicious, looking around as to what they're doing. once you look up though, it clicks. mistletoe. you try to book it around soap, but he's quicker, holding you in position, as kyle is brought over.

"you don't have to go through with it because they put us up to this." you're quick to reassure him, as soap and ghost book it away from the two of you, leaving you there to be in an awkward state with each other (totally their plan).

he only shrugs his shoulders, giving you a sweet, swift kiss, and you're left enamored. (ghost and soap were certainly stunned, thinking you'd both rush to get out of there). you're also quick to pull him back in for another kiss, maybe glad they shoved the two of you together.

johnny "soap" mactavish

he was gearing to talk with you, wanting to make sure that he was able to get you under the mistletoe. it was simple psychology to him, to be able to keep you talking and engaged while moving inch by inch to the door, where mistletoe hung. you were so invested in the conversation, you didn't notice the mistletoe there.

when you do notice it, you were quick to step back and try to get out of the situation, not wanting him to feel pressured into kissing you. (little did you know, it was his intention to try and get you underneath the mistletoe.)

so, he cheekily grins as he brings you back to him, kissing you swiftly. it's deep, and you melt into it, having wanted to kiss him for a long while now, so it also felt like a surreal dream that he was kissing you now.

he pulled back first, feeling a little nervous he was pushing past your boundaries, but could only laugh into the kiss when you brought him back in again. it made it easier to ignore the wolf whistles from the team behind you both as your kiss went on.

the two of you only pulled away when groans ensued around you, everyone begging the both of you to pull away when they felt the kiss was going on too long for their liking. but he promised a lengthier session in his room that night.

simon "ghost" riley

he had been stuck underneath the doorway for eons now, watching how the party was playing on in the night. you watched him from a distance, slightly intimidated by his stature, but you're determined to make him feel like he didn't have to stand there the whole night. thus, you hold two drinks in your hands, bringing him one to sip on as you try to make conversation with him.

now, the issue here, is that you were so enraptured with looking at ghost, that you didn't realize the mistletoe hanging from the doorway he was under. which you didn't realize until you had to look up to take a sip of your drink, and saw it up there.

hence why you scurry backwards, apologizing for not realizing mistletoe was there, and that there shouldn't be any pressure to pursue something with you. that all you wanted to do was talk and enjoy his company, as you turn on your heel.

but you're shocked to feel his hand around your wrist, pulling you back toward him. you feel warm lips on your yours, not something you'd expect from the masked man. when you pull back from him, it's quickly yanked back down, and your head is cocked, as you dazedly walked away.

but you swear you hear him mutter a "fuckin' finally," which makes you smile.

[gatorbites-imagines]

Kinktober day 3

John “Soap” MacTavish + breeding (ft some Ghost)

Been busy all day, so a short one today. I know absolutely nothing about the military and ranks, but readers at least good enough to go on missions with Soap and Ghost. Lil bit of Ghoap x reader, but Soap focused.

Kinktober 2024 masterlist

Soap was trying his hardest to balance between the two front seats of the vehicle Ghost as jacked, hands grasping both the seats as Soap as leant forwards, his sweaty flushed face hanging out between the seats. He knew Ghost could see him, and that the skull faced driver let his eyes linger, sometimes too long to just pass off as a casual glance.

But honestly, what was casual about this in the first place. It stopped being casual the moment Soap dragged you into the back of the car, planting his muscular ass in your lap and start nipping and licking at your face like a starved hound. Apparently seeing you headbutt a guy hard enough that he started coughing up blood was what got the Scotsman going. The heated look in Ghosts eyes had you feeling like it wasn’t just Soap.

Soap had groaned and writhed in your lap like a landed fish, rocking his bulge against your stomach as he tried his best to entice you to take him. You hissed at Soap that you two weren’t alone, but the lazy handwave and “don’t hold back for my sake” from Ghost just sealed the deal.

If it had been up to Soap, you wouldn’t even have opened him up. Youd just have shoved him face first against one of the seats and just went to town, ignoring his groans and gnashing teeth. Adrenaline had a tendency to turn him a little more feral than normal, and maybe the many brushes with death had rewritten his brain chemistry somewhat. At least to the point where it got him hard, watching you kill a guy.

Much to Soaps whining you still stretched him open, at least enough to fit three or four fingers inside him. You normally would have drawn it out longer, to make sure he was truly loosened up enough and comfortable, but Soap wanted it to hurt a little. The hot eye contact you kept with Ghost in the rearview mirror didn’t truly help at all, causing you to tell him to keep his eyes on the road, only getting a slow hot laugh from the Brit.

Soap was keening like a shot dog as you finally turned him around, hand placed on his lower back and making him arch his back to present himself. All that military training had done one good thing, at least that’s what you thought as you couldn’t keep from smacking that shapely ass in front of you. The noise Soap let out was more animal than human, but he clearly didn’t mind if you really laid into him right then and there.

Instead, you saddled yourself up and pushed inside him, as good as you could with the cars jostling. You had to have a death grip on his narrow waist to keep the adrenalin junkie from just forcing his hips back to take all of you at once, his eager twitches and jolts making you growl at him to stay still. Ghost was no help, as he just seemingly indulged Soap in his behaviour, cooing at the Scotsman that he was just so needy. The only thing that kept you from smacking Ghost was the fact that he was driving, and the fact that you had your entire shaft buried inside Soap.

Soaps words were a slurred mixture of familiar and unfamiliar words, one of his boot covered feet flailing a little before he got it settled on one of the back seats, which opened him up further. You could tell from the stretching of his thigh muscle that this was gonna ache tomorrow, but you had a feeling he would like that.

The windows of the car were quickly growing foggy from the heat your bodies gave off, the dip of Soaps spine growing wet from his sweat as you used the back of his shirt to move him back and forth, after he became a bit more agreeable. You could see how he was panting in the mirror of the front window, his eyes fluttering and tongue hanging slightly out his mouth.

Maybe it was adrenalin too, or something else, but some part of him looking like that just made you want to hit him, so you did, giving him a hit much harder than the first had been before you began. He clenched up so tightly you wanted to bite him for it, but instead you just clenched your jaw until it ached.

You didn’t have to be an expert to know that hed spilled all over the floor of the vehicle, the military vehicle, mind you. That didn’t stop Soap from throwing his hips back again, his words still slurred as he panted and begged for you to fill him, to breed him like the pathetic bitch he was.

Hearing those words made you almost stop, because where did that come from. The groan from Ghost gave you a hint though, so instead of asking you just kept going, until you felt the simmering feeling inside. Gripping the back of his mohawk, you wrench his head back and make him arch further than before, making sure to keep him wound as a bow as you spilled inside him like he so clearly wanted.

Flopping back in your seat only gave you relief for so long, yet it also gave you the nice view of Soap clenching around nothing and shuddering. It was truly on you, thinking it would be over after only one round. There was still a couple of hours left of the drive, and Ghost seemed tempted to just pull over to join in on the fun. But sooner rather than later, you had Soap clambering back into your lap, pupils blown, and face flushed, looking ready to go again.

[bone-trash]

Trans!Ghost (who usually bottoms) lets Trans!Soap ride his neocock to “try it out” because he has questions/is considering Phalloplasty (he isn’t he just wants to fuck that large dumb man he loves so much)

Soap: Fuuuck, yer big…

Ghost: You don’t seem to be having any trouble with it.

Soap: Says the man who takes my strap like he was born fer it, go fock yerself Simon.