#cod imagines

[ilostthewar]

I feel like the one holiday Ghost likes is April Fool’s. He doesn’t do anything on April 1st, that’s too obvious. But he keeps a mental log of every little prank that’s pulled on him that day, and catalogs it for when he finally gets revenge. Every year he chooses a different day in April, but it is coming. And only he knows.

[ilostthewar]

Everyone knows the Shane/Rick/Lori triad in TWD, and I think it could be so mmmmmm with GhostPrice x Reader.

You were obviously Price’s wife before everything went to shit. In love despite all the issues, committed even when the gold binding you became brittle.

When the weird cases started popping up, John had been on base. It had only gotten worse from there. It was one of the few times you called begging him to come home early, to please just use one of his dozens of personal leave to come be there with you.

But of course there was always work that needed to be done. Work that needed Captain John Price. One of the last things John hears of his partner is their hiccuping acceptance of his decision.

There weren’t many people Simon trusted, but Price found himself at the top of that practically nonexistent list. He didn’t always like Price or agree with him, but he trusted Price’s intuition. Price had cared for parts of Simon that weren’t allowed to see the light of day. And when Simon saw that familiar trust returned back to him he couldn’t help the feeing that filled his chest.

Ghost has a few ideas about all the shit flying sideways. But he’s not paid to answer questions those much smarter than him can’t even agree on. Instead they’re mobilizing to secure the newly formed isolation zone. Their job was to keep it contained. No one without proper identification in or out. Compared to the things that he was typically tasked with, this was easy shit. A couple of days and their next task would come in.

And then some soldier hides his bite. And in the time it takes for Ghost to get his boots on, the entire dormotory is either torn open on the floor or chewing on someone who is. Ghost has seen a lot of fucked up shit, but this takes the cake, truly.

He keeps going over the events of the night on the helicopter back. The way an unremarkable night became transformed in the matter of minutes. Chest cavities torn open with greedy hands and broken bodies shambling after their next meal without care for resistance. He remembers Price’s body crumbling, the roof collapsing onto him. And Simon left him there.

Landing back on base, Ghost already knows what his next steps are. Price didn’t talk about his partner often, but Ghost knew of them. Knew their blood type, their allergies, and that if anything happened to Price Ghost’s one job was to take care of them.

Simon disappears from base the moment the helicopter touches down. If he waits security would get much too tight, and he wants no traces of what he is doing.

He drives for hours and doesn’t bother with any stops. And in those hours, he still cannot put together what he is supposed to say to you. And when he finally pulls up to the little house in the middle of nowhere, he still doesn’t know what to say. And when he knocks and you appear in crinkled clothes, he still doesn’t know what to say. Not when you look up at him with wide eyes arhat begin to water.

John must have told you about him, too.

The next few weeks, the world descends into madness. At some point the television stops working and the only thing on the radio is a looping broadcast.

It’s not easy. The world ends and your husband gets swept away with it. But you live in this bastion of protection he made for you, where memories of what your life was mocks you from every corner.

But Simon keeps you safe. He keeps you grounded.

There’s no real telling when your relationship began to shift. Only that at one point, Simon is in your marital bed and you wouldn’t want him anywhere else. That you can’t imagine your days without his dry voice and annoyed amusement. That you could survive the rest of the world if he simply stayed by your side.

And John Price arrives and ruins all of it. Simon had damn near killed him at first. But they meet eyes and the emotion that fills Simon almost staggers him. And when John thanks Simon, he almost loses his breath. Simon is so glad that he doesn’t even realize what this means until you’re stumbling across the grass and fling yourself into Price’s arms.

And suddenly, Simon isn’t sure of his place anymore.

[secretlysimpash]

Nikto is no stranger to everything being too much. He can't stand bright lights, loud noises, strong smells... He stomachs it for the field, part of his brain activating to withstand and protect him from faltering under pressure.

On the field, Nikto is a machine of flesh, of blood, of bone and muscle. He does what he needs to survive, to get his mission done and to keep his fellow soldiers safe.

But off of the field, he hates it, all of it. Turn the lights off and don't make too much noise, and he would be content. So when his you, his beloved partner, one of the only people he trusts off of the field and outside of his squad, has a migraine... He understands more than you would believe.

The man who only knows brutality most of the time is bringing you water, tea, or broth. Something easy on the stomach. The lights are off, and if you try to turn your phone on he's scolding you in an instant.

"Эй! (Oi/Ey!) That will not help you right now. Stop trying to make your state worse, Дорогой (dear)."

If you need something playing for background noise, something soft and gentle to soothe you to sleep, he'll turn something on. And as you drift off, he'll stay right at your bedside. He won't sleep in the bed unless you explicitly ask, since he doesn't want to overheat you or crowd you in this state.

Unfortunately, Sputnik the Hyena has no such manners and tries launching himself at you, attacking with playful nips and licks. He might have to be locked out of the room for a bit, just until you're feeling better.

[ilostthewar]

Silent Needs

Summary: Poly!141 x Omega!Reader. Ghost misspeaks and reaps the consequences of his actions. Gender Neutral Reader

Simon was never particularly good with words. His gruff and short nature was perfect for the military. Never use five words if two will do, sort of thing. He’s succinct and to the point. And his mates have learned to find the meaning in his clips of rough speech and curled lip.

But you are new to the pack. Still determining the line between teammate and pack-mate. Still learning and finding the place you fit with them all. And when your first heat is on the horizon, it’s crucial to have a proper meeting about it. About what you need and what you expect from them, what they can reasonable provide and how to ensure this all goes smoothly.

And Simon looms at the edge of the conversation. All he can think about is that he doesn’t want to ruin your first heat with them. He doesn’t want to chance accidentally harming you when you’re so vulnerable, when you need their care. He can’t be effortlessly comforting as Price is. He doesn’t know how to soothe you the way Kyle does, nor does he know how to ease your anxieties the way Johnny does. There’s a certain amount of gentleness you need, and Simon doesn’t know if he can scrape it together. So when the conversation turns to Simon, he puts his big foot in his mouth.

“Leave me out of it.” The words are too harsh for the conversation, and he can see it in the way you blink, taken aback. There’s a brief flash of hurt before acceptance fills the space and you agree. Simon has no responsibility to you during your heat, and he’s certain that’s the way it should be.

At least until your heat actually hits.

It all goes according to plan. Price is primarily the one tending to you, though Gaz and Soap make it a point to regularly tip upstairs to check on you. And Simon is… Simon is there.

He finds himself regularly lingering near the stairs. It’s as close as he lets himself get. Your scent has become ambient in their shared dwellings, and it’s always potent on the betas when they finally return downstairs. He can imagine the way you’d roll yourself over them, satisfied with yourself for making your pack smell like you. Well, your pack minus him.

And he can’t ignore the biting annoyance at how pleased the betas look when they come back from your heat nest. Kyle at least will try to straighten himself, but Simon can see the bite marks that run up his forearm and bicep, the glassy look in his eyes as he practically floats down the steps. Johnny simply doesn’t care. He’s come down the stairs in various states of undress with evidence of your marking all over his shoulders and back. Showing off what Simon could have if he simply took it.

But Simon doesn’t march up those stairs and kneel at the edge of your nest to ask for a place with you. Instead he takes care of the other tasks that pile up. It’s not as good as having you in his arms, but it’s satisfying to know he is providing for you in someway. He ensures all your snacks stay stocked, he only needs a hint that you are craving something and he takes up the responsibility to go get it. He ensures the rest of the den stays clean and protected so none of his mates need to worry.

It’s the third day of your heat when you finally come back down for a brief visit. Kyle comes trotting down the stairs in nothing more than a pair of sweatpants that clearly don’t belong to him. He yawns and grumbles to himself, mutterings about Johnny always being a sore winner. But it’s only a few minutes before the smell of frying eggs and sausage fills the air, no doubt filling a midnight craving for breakfast.

You only come stumbling down the stairs when the food is ready to plate. Price leads the way, holding your hand and guiding you as if you can’t manage a few steps. Johnny is pressed to your back, arms looped around your middle. And you look sleepy but content, dressed in a shirt that is too big to be yours, the shirt soft and worn from years of use. When you see Simon you perk up, making a low chirping sound that immediately grabs his attention. And for a moment he sees you begin to lean towards him, and he feels the urge to reach out for you, to check you over to ensure you are still in one piece. And then you blink and you pull yourself back.

You let yourself be herded to the kitchen with ease, Price leading and Johnny following. Simon brings up the rear as always, lingering in the doorway as breakfast is being organized.

Price brings you over to where Kyle stands near the stove with the plates and deems you safe enough there. John takes all of five steps away to start the kettle, his hands already reaching for teabags and mugs. Johnny is dumb enough to try and snatch a sausage out the pan, huffing and puffing when the hot meat touches his tongue, but that doesn’t stop him from chewing through it. You simply sway where you stand, waiting patiently.

When Kyle finally fills up your plate with food, he offers it over.

“I got that hen-“ Johnny begins to say, trying to reach around you to take the plate for you. Johnny’s fingers don’t even curl around the edge before you growl and snap at him. The sound makes the kitchen freeze for a brief moment before Johnny nuzzles under your jaw and gives little apology licks to calm you, to assure you that he has no intention to steal your meal. You look guilty for a moment, whining low in your throat, but Johnny simply sneezes playfully at you, ensuring that no harm was done.

Once the misunderstanding is cleared up, you’re sat at the table and the rest of them fill in around you. You look so pleased with yourself, stuffing cheesy eggs into your cheeks and tearing buttered bread in half. Simon simply watches. He finds himself scooping food off his plate and dumping it on yours. He doesn’t offer an answer at your confused glances. But he can’t help the warm feeling that settles in his chest at the happy wiggle you do as your craving is fulfilled.

Since Kyle cooked, Johnny is on cleaning duty, which he bemoans about. Simon refuses because he has been the one doing the dishes the whole time they’ve been “busy”.

So, Simon leaves the kitchen and finds himself back on the couch, his legs kicked up as he looks down at his shitty phone. He figures you'll be heading back for your nest now that you're full, and he'll stay down here. There are dozens of emails that have came in just the last hour alone, and he figured he could get a head start on that. At lease that was his plan.

Because he feels you come inching around the couch towards him. The alpha only lifts his head when he realizes you’re waiting for something.

He makes a small grunt in acknowledgment and that’s enough for you to move. Your movements are slow and careful, as if waiting for a sign that you need to retreat. But Simon doesn’t give you one. So instead, you tip closer until you can rub your cheek against jaw. And Simon can’t hold back the urge to curl a large paw around your waist, steadying you, yes, but also keeping you right where he wants you.

That must have been the right answer cause you slowly shift to sit on his lap, rubbing yourself up against his scarred scent gland and all over his shoulder. Your little content rumbles make Simon’s mind hazy. Your arms curl around him and he tightens his grip on you, eager to prolong this as much as he can.

He ignores the teasing and knowing looks his other mates are giving him. It doesn’t matter. You chose him, even when he wasn’t sure how to tell you he wanted to be picked.

He feels you settle into his embrace, your eyes shutting as you begin to shift to find the best position for your post-meal nap. And Simon doesn't interrupt. Simply leans back to ensure you have all the space you could need.

This is better than emails, anyway.

[ilostthewar]

I have this idea with Alpha!Ghost who is terrified to ruin your first heat with pack 141. He worries that he won’t be able to offer you the support and care you’ll need in such a vulnerable situation. He doesn’t want to hurt you, doesn’t want to scare you. But because he’s horrible with words he simply looms over you and grumbles “leave me th’ fuck ou’ of it.” And then storms off.

And then he feels left out when your heat comes and you haven’t invited him to even see your nest 😔

[starlady66]

Lots of Soap suggestive thots... how he would be constantly horny, never missing an opportunity for slapping your ass or grabbing it as you pass by. Always asking you to sit on his lap in public, hands resting on your thighs, thumbs caressing with naturalness, never afraid of PDA.

If you are standing, he will be behind you, holding your waist with his buffy arms or keeping your hips in place with his huge hands, kissing your hair, keeping you close.

He would never ignore a morning wood when you are together, opting for some lazy spooning just to start his day with his cock wet. So needy and horny all the time.

[ilostthewar]

I don’t think you can casually mention that you want anything around Nik. He has resources and too much money. You see a cute video of some exotic animal that you should in no way be able to have, and now suddenly you have a private enclosure with at least 3 of them, so they don’t have to be lonely.

[ilostthewar]

Poly!141 Dynamics

When I imagine poly 141 I always imagine their polyamory looks a bit different from character to character.

Ghost doesn’t actually realize he’s in a relationship until someone else points it out to him. I think it takes him a while to realize how he feels, and he absolutely has trouble with the idea that he might be “cheating”. But he’s also never really cared to do things in a “traditional” sense. Price, Kyle, and Johnny just become so deeply ingrained in his life he can’t imagine it without them, so he won’t. Simon has trouble placing his trust in others, but these three have proven time and time again that they can handle Simon at his worst and they always come back for more. He doesn’t really care to put labels on their relationship, only that when he goes searching for them they accept him with open arms. Simon hasn’t had much stability in his life, but these three catch him and hold him steady when he feels like he’s stumbling. Simon isn’t very interested in having any relationships outside of poly!141, he doesnt have the patience to deal with others. If he is entertaining someone, it’s because one of his boys asked him to play nice. Besides, he does like watching his boys flirt and play.

Price doesn’t care what his boys call him, as long as they call him. He loves being relied on by them, loves that they each turn to him whenever there is a question that needs an answer. He feels secure in knowing that when he calls his boys always answer. Like Simon, the stability that his boys offer him is crucial. I think he takes the longest to really come around to the idea of it. He definitely clings to the idea of what a relationship “should” look like and he struggles with it, especially because he is their captain. But their jobs lend themselves to incredibly hectic lives and knowing he can always rely on them is something he doesn’t take for granted. He realizes he needs them in his life, however that may look. As for outside of his boys, he entertains flirting, maybe one night stands here and there if it really piques his interest, but it rarely goes further than that. He probably has a long-standing situationship going on with Nikolai that all the boys tease him about, but he insists it’s “not like that”, even though it is.

Johnny feels like he didn’t fight it as much. He has always ran in interesting crowds so he knew what polyamory was. He doesn’t care for labels, honestly, but that’s because he doesn’t feel like he needs them. He knows where he belongs and it’s with them. He always has a pet name to call his partners. He loves them deeply and openly, there’s never a doubt to be found when he’s with them. He’s always been seen as “too much” and his boys don’t make him feel that way. Johnny likes the experience of dating around, meeting new people and doing new things, but it never tends to go further than casual dating. He likes sharing his experiences with the boys about his most recent dates. No matter how far he strays he always returns to them, usually with stories to tell.

Kyle has always been meticulous. He wants to be able to put everything in neat little boxes with neat little titles. Because of this, I think he had trouble when he first started realizing he cared for his team in these new ways. He wanted to label exactly what they were to each other and there simply weren’t any good words for it. Now, he simply calls them his. His relationships to Price, Johnny, and Simon all look different but they are all important to him in a myriad of ways and he’s learned to embrace it. I think when they first started out he felt bad about having attraction outside of his initial polycule, but I think Johnny helped him in exploring it. So in my mind, Gaz and Soap tend to date together on occasion, especially because they have similar types.