𝘾𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙤𝙛 𝘿𝙪𝙩𝙮 𝙎𝙢𝙪𝙩 𝙄𝙢𝙖𝙜𝙞𝙣𝙚- 𝙒𝙖𝙡𝙠𝙚𝙙 𝙞𝙣
Minors DNI!! 18+ |Call of Duty Masterlist|
!You’re in the middle of pleasuring yourself when (character) walks in… how will they react?
!𝙂𝙝𝙤𝙨𝙩
You’re in the room of the apartment you share with your best friend Simon—trying out a new dildo you bought, completely lost in it, soft sounds slipping out without you even realizing how loud you’ve gotten. You don’t hear him come in. Don’t hear his boots, his gear—nothing. Not until the door flies open. And there he is. Ghost stops dead in the doorway, taking in the whole scene in one slow, silent sweep. You freeze instantly, heart dropping into your stomach, but he doesn’t move—doesn’t look away. Just stands there, big, still, watching, like he’s assessing a situation instead of walking in on you with a toy buried deep in you. The mask hides everything but his eyes, and they’re locked on you, sharp, unreadable, dragging over you like he’s memorizing it. “Didn’t know you were into that,” he says finally, voice low and flat, like it’s just an observation. You scramble, completely mortified, but he steps in instead of leaving, boots heavy against the floor, presence swallowing the room. “Relax,” he mutters, not a hint of embarrassment in him. “Seen worse.” There’s a pause—thick, heavy—before his head tilts slightly, gaze still pinned to you. “…You gonna stop now that I’m here?”
!𝙎𝙤𝙖𝙥
He texted earlier that he was coming over with takeout after he finished up, but your phone’s on silent—and now, with a dildo buried deep in you, you’re too far gone to give a shit about anything else. You don’t hear him let himself in. Don’t hear his boots, his voice, nothing—until he’s already there, already seeing everything. Soap just stops dead in the doorway, eyes going wide for half a second before his brain catches up, and now he doesn’t know whether to laugh, turn around, or take the piss out of you. “Jesus—” he mutters under his breath, dragging a hand over his face, but he doesn’t look away—not properly. If anything, he looks a bit more, like he’s trying not to and failing. You finally notice him and freeze, mortified, but he’s just standing there, caught between being your best mate and… whatever the fuck this is now. “Should I—uh—leave?” he asks, voice rougher than usual, a crooked grin tugging at his mouth like he’s trying to play it off, even though there’s something a little more charged sitting underneath it.
!𝙂𝙖𝙯
You’re in the middle of fingering yourself, when Gaz lets himself in—calling out your name like normal, expecting an answer he doesn’t get. He rounds the corner and just stops. For a second, he doesn’t move, doesn’t speak—just takes it in before his brain catches up and he immediately looks away, hand coming up to rub the back of his neck. “Right—shit—sorry,” he mutters quickly, turning halfway like he’ll give you privacy, but not before he’s already seen more than enough. You freeze, heat rushing to your face, completely caught, but he keeps it together better than most—just exhales under his breath, trying to act normal even though his voice is a little tighter than usual. “Didn’t mean to walk in on you like that,” he adds, glancing back for half a second despite himself, something flickering in his expression before he looks away again. There’s a pause, the air thick with it, then quieter—more careful—“…want me to step out?”
!𝙆𝙚𝙡𝙡𝙚𝙧
There you are, laid out, vibrator pressed to your clit—because Alex wasn’t supposed to be home for another three days. You had time. You were safe. Or so you thought. The door opens and you don’t notice at first, too wrapped up in it—until you hear him. “Hey, I—” He stops mid-sentence. You freeze. Slowly look up. And there he is—standing in the doorway with flowers in one hand and that big, soft, goofy smile on his face… which immediately falters when he realizes what he’s walked in on. There’s a beat where neither of you move. Then his expression shifts—not judgment, not teasing—just a little surprised, a little flustered, and weirdly gentle. He looks away for a second, rubbing the back of his neck like he doesn’t want to make it worse for you. “Hey… it’s okay,” he says quietly, voice softer now. “Didn’t mean to—uh—interrupt.” He takes a small step back, giving you space, but he doesn’t leave—just lingers there, holding the flowers like he showed up for something sweet and walked into something way more personal. His eyes flick back to you briefly, warm, reassuring. “I can give you a minute, yeah?”
!𝙋𝙧𝙞𝙘𝙚
You’re in your loft, thinking about Price—hand splayed between your legs, rubbing your clit with his voice in your head, the way he looks at you, the way he’d sound if he caught you like this. Your head tips back, breath catching, right on the edge—when the door creaks. You jolt, but not fast enough. He’s already there. And he sees everything. For a second, he just stands there, completely still, like his brain’s trying to catch up with what he’s walked in on. Then—Christ—you’ve never seen your captain flustered before. His face goes red, hand coming up to rub over his beard, eyes dragging away but not quite fast enough. “Fuck—” he mutters under his breath, clearing his throat. “I’m—ah—I’m sorry, love. Didn’t mean to…” He gestures vaguely, already turning like he’ll give you space, but there’s a tension there now, thick in the air, like he’s not as unaffected as he’s trying to be. “I can come back,” he adds, voice rougher than usual—then hesitates just long enough to betray him.
!𝙂𝙧𝙖𝙫𝙚𝙨
There you are, hands on yourself, back pressed against the couch, head tipped back as you imagine Graves’ mouth on your pussy—so lost in it you don’t hear him come in. The door slams, boots stumbling slightly as he walks in like he owns the place—then he just stops. “Well I’ll be damned…” he mutters under his breath, taking in the whole scene in one slow sweep. You freeze, heart dropping, but he doesn’t look away—doesn’t even try. If anything, a crooked grin starts pulling at his mouth, eyes dragging over you like he’s just been handed the best surprise of his day. “That what you think about when I’m gone, sweetheart?” he drawls, voice low, amused, stepping further into the room like this isn’t awkward in the slightest. You scramble, mortified, but he just huffs out a quiet laugh, shaking his head. “Relax,” he adds, tone softer but still laced with that teasing edge. “Ain’t nothin’ I haven’t imagined too.”