┆♡︎ ⌗ note ◞ note: my first cod post!! 🖤 i’ve been so excited to finally write for task force 141 — i hope you guys enjoy this as much as i enjoyed writing it.
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price
price notices immediately.
he always does.
he doesn’t react right away, just watches, assessing, jaw tightening slightly around the cigar he’s not actually smoking. his posture changes first. subtle. deliberate. like he’s already positioning himself for a threat.
• steps closer without breaking conversation
• hand settles at your back, warm and grounding
• cuts in smoothly, like he was always part of the conversation
• voice calm, polite, unmistakably firm
• eye contact sharp enough to end things without words
if the flirting continues? price doesn’t raise his voice. he smiles, slow, dangerous, knowing.
“think you’re mistaken, mate,” he says evenly. “they’re with me.”
no explanation. no room for argument.
afterward, he checks in quietly. thumb brushing your side. “you alright?”
not possessive, protective. the difference matters to him.
later, when it’s just the two of you, he’s closer than usual. arm draped around your shoulders. grounding touch.
“don’t like people thinking they can take liberties,” he murmurs.
translation: not with you. not ever.
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simon
simon goes still.
that’s the first sign something’s wrong.
his presence shifts, heavier, darker, like the air around him tightens. he doesn’t interrupt at first. he lets it happen just long enough to decide whether it’s a threat or just stupidity.
• silent observation from a few steps back
• mask angled toward you, unreadable
• fists flex once, then still
• steps in close, looming without touching
• stands between you and them without a word
if the person keeps flirting? simon leans down slightly, voice low enough that only they hear.
“walk away.”
not a request.
if they touch you? that’s it.
simon removes the hand immediately. controlled. efficient. terrifyingly calm.
afterward, he doesn’t make a scene. he just stays close. too close. shoulder brushing yours, body angled protectively.
“you okay?” he asks quietly, eyes searching you for anything off.
later, when you’re alone, he rests his forehead against yours for half a second, grounding himself as much as you.
“don’t like people looking at what’s mine,” he admits, almost reluctantly.
it’s not jealousy.
it’s instinct.
and once simon decides you’re his to protect?
no one gets close without his permission.
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johnny
johnny clocks it immediately, and his reaction is half amused, half absolutely not.
at first, he lets it play out. leans back. watches. there’s a glint of mischief in his eyes like he’s daring the other person to keep going.
• grins like he’s entertained
• mutters something sarcastic under his breath
• casually drifts closer, pretending it’s nothing
• slips an arm around your waist like it belongs there
• interrupts with a cheerful, “sorry, mate, taken”
if the flirting doesn’t stop, johnny’s tone changes. still playful, but sharper now. the smile stays, the humor doesn’t reach his eyes.
“you’re barkin’ up the wrong tree,” he says lightly. “last warning.”
touching you is a huge mistake.
johnny’s hand is there instantly, not rough, but firm, pulling you back against his chest. his voice drops, accent thicker, edged with something dangerous.
“don’t touch.”
afterward, he checks in with you first. always.
“you good?” he asks softly, thumb brushing your hip. “say the word and we’re gone.”
later, he jokes it off, but he doesn’t let go of you for the rest of the night.
his laughter is easy. his grip isn’t.
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kyle
kyle’s reaction is quieter, but no less serious.
he notices the moment your body language shifts. the second you look uncomfortable, he’s moving. no hesitation. no drama.
• steps in smoothly, like it’s natural
• positions himself between you and them
• calm, grounded presence
• hand on your back, steady and reassuring
• eyes sharp, assessing
he addresses the situation politely at first. respectful. controlled.
“think they’re not interested,” he says evenly. “time to move on.”
if the person pushes? kyle doesn’t raise his voice, he lowers it.
“i said move.”
that’s when people realize this isn’t a negotiation.
if someone touches you without permission, kyle’s already there. hand blocking. body shielding. zero tolerance.
afterward, he asks quietly, voice gentle but serious. “you alright?”
waits for your answer. really listens.
later, when it’s just the two of you, he stays close, not clingy, just present. grounded.
“won’t let anyone make you uncomfortable,” he says simply. “that’s not happening.”
kyle doesn’t make a show of it.
he just makes sure it never happens again.
Out of all the 141 boys, Gaz is definitely the fuck boy. EVERYONE SAYS ITS SOAP. Look at that man, look at that man and tell me he has any fucking sense. That’s how he caught Ghost, cause only another person without any house training will put up with him.
Gaz is able to pull just about anyone he wants. He knows he’s pretty, but beyond that he’s charismatic and charming. And more than that, he’s not trying. It comes easy to him and it’s so genuine, too. And when he’s surrounded by try hard, macho military men who would rather get shot then have an emotional conversation, that gets him pretty far in the dating scene- and that’s not even necessarily including his squad.
He’s not overbearing, his voice has a smooth cadence that feels intimate without feeling creepy. He’s good at getting people talking without it feeling like he’s pulling teeth. And he seems really interested, asks good questions and has this rumbling laugh that sounds like it comes straight from his chest. Before you know it, you’re both in your own little world together and his hand is on your hip and when he asks if you can continue this somewhere else, you would be dumb to say no???
And he delivers, okay? He’s great at kissing, like, damn. He’s able to go with the flow depending on what his partner is feeling like. He takes care of your needs, repeatedly. He helps clean you up, holds you to his chest and you both come down together. Feels like true love shit.
And then he’s rolling out the bed and tugging his pants back over his ass. He’ll give you one more kiss and give you that sweet smile and swear that he’ll call, and he’s dipping out of your room without another word.
I need Johnny bringing Simon soup after a mission. I need Kyle massaging John's shoulders after a day in the office. I need Simon to gift Nikolai some chocolates that he brought thinking of him. I need Price to build a safe space in his office for Johnny to crash out in on those nights where the sounds get too loud. I need Laswell bringing gifts for the 141 team, even when she's in a different country. I need Simon baking pastries for people on base.
All I'm really saying here is that I need more domestic 141 actually
The one thing Kyle hates more than anything is imperfections.
It's why hes such a good soldier. It's why he chose to do all sorts of special training because in his mind if he doesn't do anything and everything he can to be the best he's worth less than a moldy clam.
It's also why when Kyle's assigned psychiatrist tells him he would benefit from starting medication for his troubles he denies it over and over again.
To Kyle needing medication for his mental health means hes broken-- it means hes not perfect. it means he can't perform to his best. And Kyle just can't accept that he needs help.
It takes months before he caves, even then he's angry about it. Worried he'll get taken off duty.
Kyle would keep it to himself though once he accepted medical help. He would try to for as long as possible until he just cant take it anymore and breaks down in front of his team.
Good thing for him every last one of those traumatized bastards are one some sort of pill to help them with whatever they've got going on. And they tell him that.
They make sure he knows that no matter what kinds or how many medications hes on he isnt broken, he isn't less of a soldier, that needing help doesnt make him helpless
or something idk I just started an ssri and I feel really icky
author notes: I am so beyond happy for this series. I'm such a huge fan of Elliot Knight and don't understand the blatant hate and disrespect he gets. He's such a lover boy and I hope I can portray it right. Anyways, this is in The Beast Within world. So happy to finally be expanding it. Simon's series here. Part 1 obviously. Enjoy!
cw: a/b/o dynamics. mature themes. violence, death and misogyny ideas ahead. each chapter will have its own warnings. this one is very tame as most of them will be for Kyle's series. Not proof read or edited.
The bond between the sun and the moon was profound, birthing generations of celestial descendants. The brilliance of the sun overshadowed the moon's gentle glow, yet their offspring celebrated each radiant dawn. However, as the sun's light waned, fear of the moon's darkness gripped their progeny. Nights became a time of retreat, as the moon's illumination sparked unease.
Despite the moon's efforts to illuminate the night, its light was met with disdain. Over time, bitterness consumed the moon, turning its love to envy. In a fit of jealousy, the moon cursed its children with lust and greed. Heartbroken, the sun countered with blessings of fertility and love upon their offspring.
The discord between the sun and the moon poisoned the world, bringing forth plagues and sorrow. Mothers wept for stillborn children, while sickness ravaged the fertile Omega population and drove strong Alphas to madness. Chaos reigned as violence spread, leaving scars upon the earth and its inhabitants, a testament to the anguish of celestial lovers.
Being born into a breeding farm, you never knew anything other than the inside of this facility. These boring white walls were home, sadly but truthfully. Your whole existence not of your choice, to keep the population flowing and the Alpha's happy.
You never knew love, being ripped from your mother soon as you were born, not even a suckle at her teet. Caged like an animal, tested and expirmented on. Trained to be submissive, receiving. On how to please an Alpha and bare his seed. It was a miserable life indeed. You dreamt of the unknown beyond these walls, the vast world surrounding you. Of somehow growing wings and taking flight like a bird at night. Soaring across the land and away from the confinement within these walls.
That's how you ended up here, tied down with a cage over your head. It was punishment, for being a dreamer, and for also biting the arm of an Alpha that touched you a little too long. It was suppose to be humiliating and you guess it was. Unable to move, put into the optimum breeding postion. To remind you of your worth, of your only purpose. To breed.
Your lucky you are still in training, unproven to be the perfect specimen. You had anger problems, your file stated. Violet outbursts, emotions too high. It's why they pump you fully of hormones, hoping that it'll tone you down. Your arms went numb hours ago, your back strained in the uncomfortable postion. The dull ache of your muscles etching themselves in. This isn't your first time here and probably won't be your last. It was so quiet you'd believe to be alone but the occasional murmur of voices letting you know they are always watching.
You could hear the low whispers, how they talk with such vemon. All you need to a rough fuck from a top Alpha, someone to put you in your place. Others say that maybe this life wasn't meant for you, to put you down quick and without a fuss.
Settling in for the night, you knew you'd be here for a while. Closing your eyes and clearing your mind. Getting lost in your imagination, slipping into the void of your own reality. The first sounds of shouting and gunfire so far away that you don't hear. Either that or you so deep into your mind that you can't hear the screaming.
Red light illuminates around you, casting the small room into a dark hue. The sound of alarms startles you to the surface. The sound of pounding feet marching into battle. The cries and whimpers of the wounded. This can't be real, you must still be dreaming. This must be what a nightmare is, something you never experienced. Bullet fire opens up close near you, the sound of the sharp metal bouncing off the steel walls, echoing around you.
All you can do is lay in this unnatural postion, like a juicy mango ripe for the picking. You can hear the voices, unknown to you. Shouting out commands and orders, responses and copy that's. The door to your room shaking under the thunderous pounding.
The metal screaming has whoever was on the other side tried to penetrate. Finally weakening, the door flung from its hinges, now laying off to the side. The dark room filled the shouting voices and beams of light, words you couldn't understand.
It must have been a hell of a sight. A fresh untouched Omega, beant over and bound, begging to be fucked. If they weren't trained for this, and pumped full of suppressants, one of them would have went in for the bite. Lowering his weapon Kyle lead the charge. Barking out commands as he slung the gun across his back. Unsheathing the knife on his thigh, cooing at the poor whimpering thing in front of him.
He never understood it, the need for dominance. Might be genetic after all, born a Beta male. He slipped his knife under the binds, watching as it sliced through them with ease. Letting her know he's not here to harm her, none of them are. Easing his hand on her lower back, slicing through the rest of the binds. Pulling her into a kneeling postion with himself to the side of her.
"It's all going to be alright love." hoping his words eased her. One of his men handing him a fleece blanket, he wrapped it around the shaking thing. "Do ya think ya can stand?" he asked. Finally turned her around to get a proper look at her, she still had the bag over her head. The damn thing was padlocked on, he called out to one of his men. "Anyone know how to pick a lock?" a small lanky Beta approached. Hands up in a nuturel positions, showing that he was no harm to the frightened Omega.
"Get dis thing off of her. Make it quick" he held you in place has the other male Beta began working of the lock. You flinched with every movement, whimpering out in fear. Trying to understand what was happening, was this still apart of the nightmare? The lock clicked and sprang open. The smaller Beta wretching it off you as Kyle ripped the hood from your head.
Sucking in a deep breath of air, feeling your lungs fill and burn. Your senses flooded with the smell of the men around you. All Betas to your surprise.
"Easy, easy their." Kyle tried pulling you to your feet. But after hours of being bound tight, your muscles relented and cried out in pain. Causing you to cling to him and hiss, you won't be able to use your limbs for a while. Kyle didn't hesitate lifting you up by your knees, bracing his other arm across your back. Carrying you past the other man and out the door. You were thankful for the blanket, the warmth helping to keep you calm.
"Close ya eyes." it was a command and you didn't dare disobey. Snapping them shut and burying your face into his chest. "It's all gonna be alright." you hope he was telling the truth, you had no other choice but to believe his words. He carried you past the destruction and towards the safety of outside. Trucks lined the block, stations and tents set up along the roads. Kyle looked out and saw his Captain carrying two young Omega girls, no older the six.
He was is disbelief and disgust, these poor Omega girls, locked up like cattle. This was only the third raid, after being tipped off of the inhumane practices. The shocking bombshell articles plastered all over the papers and morning new stations. The only good thing coming out of this mess was the cure.
He carried you to one of the medic tents, setting you on an empty bed. Female and male medics shuffling around trying to treat all they could. Two female Beta medics came to your aid, immediately checking you vitals. Kyle stepped off to the side, to give them space and to return to the mission. You reacted out of panic and fear, lunging forward and gripping onto his arm. Your nails digging in deep, drawing blood. "Please!" you croaked out. Eyes wide and pleading, filling with worry and tears.
He didn't know what to do, looking at the medics for support. The lead medic pushing him onto the bed next to you, "Keep her calm" she ordered out as she flashed a light in your eyes. Your breathing eased and your grip loosened.
He didn't leave your side the whole time, staying with you as the medication they gave you started to take affect. Consuming your body with sleep, closing your eyes one last time that night.
He stared at himself in the mirror, his nostrils flaring with each breath. He's been doing this for so long, has been all over the world and seen the many cruel ways of his kind. But this, this hit him hard.
His mind kept wandering back to you, but it's just all part of the job right. Right?
"Fuck" he spat out, pushing off of the vanity as he finally left the bathroom. Making his way down the hall to the kitchen, it was too early in the morning. Most still sleeping and the few awake else wear. He opened the fridge, his stomach doing flips making the idea of food unmanageable. He needed some air, opting for a run outside instead.
Allowing the crisp morning air hit his face, the burn in his lungs and the ache in the legs. He loved the feeling of freedom. Opening field, just loving life. Nothing but a good run to clear his plauged mind. Turning back around to head towards the compound, he noticed a familiar shape resting up against a tree. Captain Price.
"What's up?" he asked out of breath, using the bottom of his shirt to wipe the sweat off his face. "I know it's your day off but theres a problem." Kyle knew the look in his Captains eyes. He wouldn't be asking if he didn't think Kyle could handle it. "Go on." he instructed. "It's about the Omega you brought out last night. She's been unconsolable, unresponsive. She in a lot of stress, keeps asking for the Beta that rescued her." Kyle's heart dropped, he didn't bother to finish listening to what Price had to say. Walking off towards the direction of the parking lot, he'll deal with his Captain later.
I don’t have enough unhinged headcanons about Gaz. He’s too much of a normal guy in my head. Someone give me his crazy side, this needs to change. What are his unhinged characteristics? What makes him a wild character to write about?
What was his background like? What’s he do that leaves people speechless or murmuring ‘what the fuck…’
A/N: I INTRODUCE MY 'DREAMS' aka my writings that would only make sense if I was dreaming (they're not actual dreams)
This will include misspelling, missed punctuation, military inaccuracies, etc. This is not meant to be serious writing. It's more of a hit and run; confusion and never gonna get back to you.
i have warned you.
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No man left behind, but what if Y/n did get left behind. An accident? Or maybe on purpose
“S-shit, guys!”
“Evac landing”
“Ghost, shit,” they coughed through the smoke.
“Fuck damnit,” a few shots went through the air. Nicking his arm but going through his leg.
Y/n fell onto one knee, “Ghost! Soap! Anyone?!”
They called out for help but none came. They tried their comms but it was broken. No one was coming
“Evac now leaving”
They looked up to try and see the heli leaving but no sight of it, there was too much smoke.
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“Hey, guys, where’s Y/n?” Soap asked, the heli was already halfway to base.
The guys looked around the aircraft and had no sign of him. They knew he wasn’t in the body bags, they checked each one for enemies. Last time an enemy came through a body bag and nearly leaked their information when they came back to base.
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You pull out a cigarette, lighting it. Getting mesmerized by the lighter before putting it away. You blew smoke out and looked around.
“Goddamn, this is some good weed”
“Got any to share?” Someone was nearby.
“Got a penny?” You didn’t care if it was an enemy, your men had left you whether it was on accident or purpose. I mean I know you had your fits with the pilot here and there but it wasn’t that bad.
“I have a euro”
“It’ll do”
The person came closer and you got a better view of them. They wore a mask covering their mouth and nose.
“Heyo”
“Pass the weed?”
You passed them the stick and they pulled down their mask. There was a scar on their left cheek.
“How’d you get that one?”
The man puffed out the smoke, “that is some good weed. Get what?”
“The scar,” you pointed to your own cheek
“Oh, some guy pulled a knife on me on the street”
“Some short story that was”
“Haha.”
“What are you doing here?”
“I’m here to collect the bodies”
“One man?”
“My team is lazy”
“What don’t you kill me?”
“You gave me good weed, a hard thing to get out here.”
“Would’ve never thought”
The man offered to pull you up out of your sitting position. You grabbed his hand, and yall just stood there.
“Where to now?”
“Up to you, I already collected all the bodies”
“Do you wanna walk around?”
“In a war zone where many have died? Sure”
“When you say it like that, it makes it seem bad”
“Isn’t it bad?”
“It is.”
You both walked around encountering other people who were chill with you being there even though you were their previous enemy.
“Y’all make it seem like y’all are gonna come and stab me when I’m not looking”
“Why?”
“The kindness is a little much for me”
They go out to hug you and you try to pull away
“Hey! Let go!”
“You just need some affection”
“I don’t wanna be fuzzy”
“Too bad”
Meanwhile as Y/n made a new friend,
The base
The boys were down because they lost a friend. He was likely KIA but they didn’t find their body so they’re labeled as MIA.
A call suddenly rang through the base. No one called unless it was important plus not many knew the number to the phone. So it was weird
Price went to answer it, “Hello?”
“Hey Price, so funny story I’m living life rn, like actually. I’m at a resort with these people and it’s like oh my gosh. Can I stay?”
“Y/n?” Price was confused and shocked
“Yes captain?”
“You’re alive?”
“Yes captain”
Soap being. The nosey body he is was listening to the conversation and told the others in the room that y/n was alive. The others were shocked as well to know they were alive.
Soap also told them he was staying at a resort.
Gaz heard that and replied, “What?!” He threw his hands up, “they said they would go with me!”
Soap also told them you wanted to stay but Price said no.
Y/n being lazy told them to come pick them up in a fancy car to make it seem like they’re rich.
Y/n exchanged numbers with the people he was with and told them he was leaving. The others were down of course but knew that y/n would return next time he had his leave as what he had said.
