I've had this idea for a while, but I wasn't sure who to ask. But after reading Bird Hunting I'm confident you'll do it perfectly 🥰
What if the reader was affectionate with people. Like before every mission they (platonically) tells everyone 'I love you' and blows them a kiss. Leaves little notes in everyone's vests, things like that. Thank you🩷🩷
Thank you for your lovely message! I appreciate the trust you put on me, I hope not to disappoint hehe. I completed this request with both bullet headcanons and a lil'drabble, hope you like it! Under the cut for length!
Warnings: none! pure fluff, GN!reader
Word count: 1200~
Task Force 141 + affectionate reader
the moment you stepped into base it became clear that you’d be the resident care bear.
you made it your life mission to make sure everyone on base knew they were loved
because everyone deserves to be loved - looking at you, Simon *wink wink*
your levels of affection varied from person to person, always being mindful of how comfortable they felt with it
for Ghost for example, you were more inclined to have a cup of Earl Gray ready for him the moment he walked into the common lounge, and sat in silence with him for however long he needed it.
sometimes you’d pat him on the shoulder (when he was sitting down ofc) when you walked past and greeted him variations of “hello mister grim reaper!”, “how’s my favorite specter doing today?”, “woah, you look delightfully cadaverous today~”
he always glared at you when you did that, but he was definitely blushing under the facepaint and skull mask, don’t be fooled.
your loving words would stay swimming around his brain for days on end
Price wasn’t against physical affection, but he felt queasy about having a subordinate hugging him in front of others
a pat on the shoulder or the back from you, with a “glad to see you, Captain!” in the mornings was more than enough to lift his spirits for the rest of the day
you also made sure to sneak in his favorite bourbon for his birthday - he scolded you lightly about rules and regulations, but once no one was around he gave you a one-armed hug and a “thanks, kid, appreciate it”
would definitely burst into tears if you told him “Love you, dad!”, so use it wisely
with both Gaz and Soap, however, you went all out.
they had no qualms at all being physically affectionate
Soap in particular would see you running towards him and immediately drop anything he was holding to catch you in his arms, maybe even give you a lil’ twirl as you planted a wet smooch on his cheek
he would definitely give you a wet smooch back and a big ol’ squeeze
Gaz wasn’t as over-the-top with affection, he was much calmer than Soap
nevertheless, he never, ever, refused your affection
he would immediately feel soothed and content the moment you wrapped your arms around him in a hug, or gave him a kiss on the cheek
receiving any physical affection made him feel giddy in general, sometimes he had a hard time wrapping his head around some of the things he had to do for his job
if you blew Gaz or Soap a kiss they would immediately blow one back
in general, something you never failed to do was to sneak little notes of affirmation in their gear without them noticing
or at least you thought they didn’t notice
they always noticed when your fingers dig a bit too far in their pockets, they just pretended not to notice
because they knew that, the moment they needed it, they would find a lovely note in your handwriting reminding them of how loved they were
Simon made you believe he tossed them away but he actually stacked them in his journal to read in his darkest hours
Soap taped them to the wall next to his bed so he could re-read them all before he went to sleep
Price also collected them in his journal, but taped his favorite one - “Can’t wait to see you soon! Take care, love you!” - to a framed photo of his beloved team
Gaz kept your little notes in the drawer of his bedside table, and every morning he’d choose one to keep in his pocket at all times during the day
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You waited patiently by the door, blinking slowly at the hallway within the base. It was zero-two-forty-five and you should definitely be asleep by now - this was not a mission for you, after all. But you wouldn't simply go to sleep without your little departing ritual.
The footsteps echoing in the hallway perked you up, your fingers fiddling with the tiny pieces of paper in your pockets.
Captain Price was the first to arrive, as usual. He shot you a warm smile the moment he noticed you, and you replicated it while opening up your arms. He glanced around and, once verifying there were no other soldiers in the vicinity, he relented and let you give him a quick hug.
A little smirk found his lips when he felt your fingers dig a bit too hard in the area near his smaller holsters. He said nothing, though, and you looked up at him with a grin.
“I hope everything goes well, Cap!”
“Thanks, kid,” he patted your head before stepping out of your short-lived embrace, he walked out and went to have a word with the pilots.
Ghost was the next one. You hadn’t heard him approach you, but he patiently waited for you to notice his presence. When you finally did, you patted his shoulder and shot him a wink, your lips still stretched into a grin as you slipped a paper in his radio holster.
“Be safe out there, ‘kay? I’ll be waiting for you, LT.”
He only answered with a small grunt, but the softness in his eyes was noticeable miles away. He waited for your touch to leave him before stepping away - he didn’t want you to think he was shrugging you off.
“Hey, Y/n!” Soap called you, and you opened your arms wide for him to fit in the middle. He let his weapon hang to wrap both arms around you, effectively picking you up and giving you a tight squeeze, “don’t miss me too much, eh?” He smirked down at you, and you answered with a chuckle and squished his cheeks between your hands - after slipping his note into one of his back holsters.
“I'll always miss you, though,” you hummed, “I promise not to watch Wednesday without you, so don’t worry about that.” He gave you another tight squeeze with a “you better not!” growl into your neck, making you giggle and kick the air.
Gaz’s own chuckle brought you back to the present, and Soap lowered you to your feet before jogging towards the helicopter. You cupped Gaz’s face and brought him down to you, pressing a soft kiss on his cheek. “Take care out there, yeah? Don’t do anything too crazy, hm?”
Gaz snorted and shot you a smirk, “you sure you shouldn’t tell that to someone else?” he teased, his head tilting toward the Scot.
“And you think he’d listen to me?” you shot back, before wrapping your arms around his shoulders in a hug - also slipping his note in one of the back holsters, “see you soon, Gaz,” you mumbled in his neck, and he reciprocated with a squeeze.
Just as Gaz joined the others on the helicopter, the engine roared to life, and you stepped closer just so you’d be heard above the noise. You cupped your hands around your mouth and yelled out, “Love you! Take care! See you soon!”
You knew you wouldn’t be able to hear them say anything back, and you sometimes doubted they could even hear you over the roar of the engines. But you never failed to reassure them that there was someone waiting for their safe return.
