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CoD dump! (long time no see)
Captain MacTavish
All cod characters look miserable, makes me wanna draw them like this
baby daddy - tribute to every fic with babies
idk when i drew this
when Gaz didn't know the truth
Cowboy Riley
shy Graves? (rarely happens)
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.. this was funnier in my head
Unbeknownst to most, Phillip Graves is not the worst ex husband in the world.
Not the best, but the man is just shy of a B.
Theres not a doubt in his mind that he loved you, he still loves you. But sometimes love can be a little messy, adding a little too much over protectiveness with small hints of jealousy and maybe it just wasn’t the right time.
Co parenting isn’t a issue for him, doesn’t need to be asked twice about doctors visits, or the little graduation ceremony held at the end of the year for your one year old who hasn’t a clue what’s going on at day care. He’s recording the milestones and sending them to you when he’s not deployed, asking to hear the babies voice when he’s is— hell, the man is still paying your bills in the house he left for you and your baby even though you told him not to.
It’s when you bring a new man around, old habits don’t die soon. Phillip Graves doesn’t mind arguments in the parking lot at the meeting place, or sizing up the first guy you tried to bring around wip just couldn’t handle the intimidation from Graves, randomly popping up to your house with the key he still has to see if the ‘cameras still work’ or the ‘drain is clogging right’ just as you’re about to make out with the person you were dating.
The bastard.
Today’s no different, the southern man actually approved of the guy you’re seeing for once. Didn’t put up a fight, had a look in his blue eyes you just couldn’t read. A tension in his shoulders when he picked up your baby for his last couple of days before deploying, ‘oh, this might actually be the end of it.’
But after two months, all he wants to see if you and your kid. Hear the rabbles and babbles of your beautiful child you created while you smile and go through all the pics he’s missed out on. But today is quiet, babies down for a nap, Phillip can hear the rustling of laundry upstairs, the tv low to some show with 7 seasons. You’re pretty when his eyes land on you after making it upstairs, curls in two low ponytails, small hoops in your peircings, plain violet mid sleeve tee shirt that just compliments you so well, jeans that hug every curve on you just the way he likes. Mouth watering.
He gives the open door to your bedroom a knock. “Hey sweetheart.”
You try your bed to smile, but it’s meek, “Hi Graves, welcome back.”
Graves blue eyes wash over you, gh way you keep shifting on your feet, a little drained, “What’s wrong honey? You alright?”
You couldn’t hide it even if you tried, “Me at that guy I was dating broke up.”
He leans against the dresser, turning the volume lower on the tv, he takes it in, nodding, “Huh.” But now the question is, why would anyone on gods given earth want to break up with a prize like you? He feels his jaw lock, “Can you tell me what happened or was it just some bullshit.”
A bit of both.
You sigh, “He couldn’t fathom that I would put our child before him. And when I told him he should rethink it, he tried pinning it on me. That I could leave the baby with you—“ you take a frustrated deep breath out. Putting your energy into folding the pile of clothes on your bed. It shouldn’t be so heavy on your mind- but it’s gnawing at you. Irritated you that someone felt entitled like that, even if you’d only been dating him seriously for 4 months. Phillip would never think like that—
“I bet you’re happy it ended though right?” You try to laugh it off, eyes finally meeting his. And he’s got so much a soft look on his face when he looks at you, but it’s disgruntled, eyebrows knitted together, leaning against the dresser with his arms folded over his chest.
“Why would I ever want you t’be unhappy [+]?” Says it as if it’s a curse. The whole thing below him.
A: HOW DARE YOU DETAIN MY MEN?!! 🤬🤬🤬
your kids asking the cod men (+konig and graves) about area 51
a/n: i know area 51 is in the US but this is just a fun crack fic
♡ john price (dad mode: engaged)
you’re washing dishes in the kitchen. wearing that robe he bought you. your youngest is drawing on the fridge whiteboard. your oldest, spoon in hand, squints up at him like a little detective.
“dad, do aliens live in area 51?”
price, sipping his tea, doesn’t miss a beat:
“they did. we evicted ’em in ‘98.”
you laugh softly. “john—”
“one of ’em tried to take your mum on a date,” he adds, folding the paper, eyes twinkling. “had to break four of his fingers. little green shit never came back.”
he winks at you. you roll your eyes. your kid is stunned.
and later? your child draws an alien with a broken hand and writes “DADDY GOT HIM” on the page.
♡ soap mactavish (unhinged uncle energy but dad edition)
he’s making pancakes in the kitchen. shirtless. your toddler’s sitting on the counter with pancake batter on their nose.
“daddy, do you have alien friends?”
“aye,” he says, flipping a pancake. “one of ‘em owed me five bucks. i never forget.”
you walk in mid-convo and he’s just saying:
“—and their hands are like spaghetti. weirdest handshake ever.”
you: “johnny.”
soap: “babe. he asked.”
later, your kid tries to shake your hand using only four floppy fingers.
♡ gaz (the realist but turns into a menace)
sitting on the sofa with a kid on each side. watching cartoons. sippy cup half-empty. suddenly:
“dad? what’s in area 51?”
he sighs. dramatic. long.
“tax fraud, mostly.”
you giggle from the kitchen. but then—he leans in real close to the kids, drops his voice:
“but one time, i saw a guy walk through a wall. he’s probably still there.”
you shout: “KYLE.”
he grins. the kids are silent for the next twenty minutes, watching the door.
♡ ghost (dad of silence, until he isn’t)
your kid is colouring next to him at the table. he’s drinking coffee in complete silence. you’re folding laundry.
“dad, are aliens real?”
he doesn’t answer at first.
then, softly:
“only met one. didn’t speak. just stared.”
your child: :o
“it blinked sideways,” he adds, sipping his mug. “still see it in my dreams.”
you: “simon.”
“what?” he shrugs. “builds character.”
your kid doesn’t sleep that night. neither does he. bonding.
♡ graves (suburban menace. king of dad lies.)
he’s mowing the lawn. your kid runs up with popsicle-stained hands yelling:
“dad, are aliens real?!”
he stops, takes off his sunglasses.
“kiddo, not only are they real—your mum was one.”
your child: screams
you from the porch: “phillip!”
“how else you think she got eyes like that?” he calls, grinning.
later, he lets your kid wear his sunglasses and says,
“you see any green guys? tell your old man. we’ll handle it.”
♡ könig (gentle giant, terrified)
you’re all sitting on the couch. popcorn. cartoons. one of your kids looks at him and whispers:
“papa… what’s in area 51?”
he stiffens. visibly. clutches the bowl.
“we… we are not allowed to speak about it,” he says, voice trembling slightly. “they made us sign… papers.”
you: “honey. you can tell them it’s just a base—”
“no,” he says, deadly serious. “they scan your teeth.”
your kid slowly covers their mouth.
later, you find tinfoil hats made out of cereal boxes in their room.
The first time Graves used “all y’all” in front of the Brits, they had to physically restrain themselves from shaking him like a ragdoll.
...
“Now, all y’all just calm down a minute--”
A beat of silence.
Price blinked. Soap tilted his head like a confused retriever. Gaz mouthed ‘all y’all?’ like it was a slur.
“Beg your fuckin’ pardon?” Soap asked.
...
Graves, undeterred:
“Y’all’d’ve done better if you’d waited for backup.”
Gaz made a noise like a computer shutting down.
“I’m sorry... y’all would’ve what?”
Graves: “Would’ve done better.”
Price, flat: “That’s not what you said.”
“I was fixin’ to explain!”
“Fixing what now?”
...
While reviewing blueprints:
“Might coulda added another entry point here.”
Soap stood up. “This is an act o' terrorism."
