for the anon that wants to know how the 141 eat pussy.
Gaz enjoys a slow, intimate 69 laying sideways. He can watch you suck his dick, touch more of you, finger as he licks.
Ghost likes it on his knees with your legs over his shoulders, arms supporting your ass and bracing you against the wall. He loves that you can’t wiggle away.
Soap is a face sitter. He wants you to crush him, to squeeze his head between your thighs. The man wants to die eating pussy.
Price is as traditional as they come. He’ll grab your ankle and yank you to the edge of the bed, go down on his knees, and have himself a feast.
CoD Headcanons / AUs / Quick Writes Masterlist // main masterlist
Hunter!Price who purposefully leaves the doors and windows to his isolated cabin unlocked to tempt you into fleeing. you, the skittish thing he brought home, who wouldn’t make it out of woods if you tried. he likes a good chase though, pace leisurely as you make a run for it. it’s beyond remote, densely forested with thick trees and mud-slick paths. eyes darting around as you run, brow pinched and dotted with sweat. your pace slows as your legs tire, pausing to take in your environment. Price knows where you are though, trail cameras catching your movements. if anything, he gets to take a nice morning stroll before dragging you back home all tired and exhausted. he thinks it’ll get the thought of escaping out of your system, a nice, enriching experience for you
Price is the do it for your girl or I will type of guy.
Don’t compliment her after she’s clearly spent time doing her hair and makeup before going out? Don’t worry, he’s already there, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear and telling her how those earrings bring out her eyes.
Forget to open the door for her? He’s already there holding it wide open, with a hand resting on her lower back as he gives her a little nod to go ahead.
Let her struggle with carrying something heavy? He’s already taken it from her arms without a word, telling her not to strain herself.
bear hybrid!price who keeps you, his mate, stuffed full of his honey to fill you with his cubs🥰 the best part is, his cum really does smell like honey, so everyone who’s unaware of that particular bear!hybrid feature just thinks you smell so warm and sweet
TF141 headcanons but they’re pet sitting your hairless cat:
Gaz - he’s organised as always, he has a schedule for feeding time and any sort of “chore” surrounding the cat. he’ll sneak a treat into the cat’s food just because he feels like it. he’s not necessarily weirded out by the fact the cat is hairless, he’s seen weirder out on the field.
Soap - he’s kinda weirded out… he doesn’t like the cat any less, he just doesn’t understand the reason to get a cat if it isn’t gonna be fluffy and cuddly. he quickly realises the cat is pretty clingy and warms up, taking pictures to show his friends at the pub. your cat becomes his whole personality for that week.
Price - price doesn’t really stick around. he lets himself into your home to put food and water down, walks around to find the cat and make sure it isn’t dead and gets on with his day. though if the cat walks up to him looking for attention, he won’t ignore it, he’s just not too fussed on animals. he’s a busy, busy man, he can’t dawdle.
Ghost - he’s either one extreme or the other. some days he goes in, puts food and water down and cleans up mess, but doesn’t even look to make sure the cat is okay, he just leaves. but other days he stays there for a few hours, sat on the sofa and waiting for the cat to warm up to him. the cat will climb on the sofa and sit next to him in its own time, ghost won’t fuss the cat either, just allows it to exist near him.
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kinda turned into reader asking them (cause I was struggling to write Prices)
Simon refuses to answer, and it's because he really doesn't have a preference but he knows you won't accept that answer.
Really, Simon loves all of you equally and practically worships your body. Will, and has, spent house worshipping your boobs, butt, thighs, pussy, individually and all together. Maybe there some day when he’s feeling one over the other, but genuinely he loves all of you equally (although I feel like he would unintentionally fall in love with whatever your insecure about, in both a romantic ad sexual way)
Gaz blushes when you ask, stuttering over his words a bit before eventually answering.
Boobs but he doesn't just like small or big boobs, he just loves everyone's chest, man or woman, he doesn't care. Will shamelessly stare at someone if their chest area is showing, which results in them either thinking he’s rude or flirting with him. He just has an odd love for it, it's not even explicitly sexual, he just thinks they're beautiful and wants to lay his face on your chest all the time.
Price answers honestly and immediately like its the most normal question ever
Ass 100% he thinks it's hot, likes watching your ass move while he’s ramming into you, will put you in the meanest arch just so your ass is on full display. Also loves slapping your ass till it's red, biting your ass. His hand is almost always on your ass, even when it shouldn't be. (won't out right say it, but will stare if he sees someone with a big ass, man or woman he will appreciate)
Soap smirks and looks between your legs “why don't I show ya bonnie”
Thighs and pussy, don't get me wrong he loves ass and tits too, but your pussy is more personal, it's only his to see, and your thighs are just an extension of that. He also loves the taste of your pussy, you can't count the amount of times Soap has been between your legs while you're already overstimulated begging for just one more. He loves placing his hand on your thigh and slowly going higher even in the worst inappropriate situations.
there’s this tall drink of water on reddit who videos his outfits and asks for opinions—and if that isn’t captain johnathan price idk what is…
he doesn’t think anything of it at first. he just takes a few clips of him modeling some shirts and slack cause really can’t decide, posts them, then heads to bed for the night without thinking about it again.
cut to morning, he wakes, stretches, makes his coffee and grabs a cigar before heading to the back porch. he almost forgets about the videos until he finally looks at his phone, and the poor man. early spits out a mouthful of his drink when he sees allll of the notifications.
comments and likes galore. a smattering of new followers. dm’s with more daddy’s than he’s ever seen in his life, and a text from kyle—
sir, why the hell did soap and i just see you on my tiktok fyp???
squinting his eyes, john thinks with a sleepy grumble under his breath.
I'm obsessed with Price's baby blue eyes sooooooo bad, anywho little headcannon for papa...
Price knew exactly how much power his eyes held over you—and he was entirely too quick to use it to his advantage. Whenever an argument flared up, all it took was for him to look down at you with those striking baby blues, and your anger would instantly melt away. You utterly hated how easily he disarmed you, but if you were being honest, it was the exact thing that had made you fall for him in the first place.
"John, you said you’d do the laundry! Why am I still looking at a pile of unwashed bedsheets?" you called out, utterly exasperated. Getting John to handle household chores was a chore in itself.
"Mmhmm, in a minute, love," his voice drifted back from the living room, completely distracted. His eyes were glued to the TV, tracking the Sunday football match.
Rolling your eyes, you marched into the living room and planted yourself directly in front of the television, completely blocking his view.
Instead of getting annoyed, he just looked up at you, thoroughly amused. The corners of his eyes crinkled with warmth, completely unfazed by your stern expression.
"Come here, love," he murmured, sitting up and patting his thighs, motioning for you to settle into his lap.
With a reluctant sigh, you gave in and sat down, though you kept your posture rigid. "I'm serious. Now that you're home, you should be helping out more around the house," you scowled, crossing your arms tightly.
You purposely kept your gaze locked anywhere but his face, trying desperately to maintain your firm stance.
John leaned in, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck. He peppered soft, distracting kisses against your skin, nodding along to validate your frustration. "I know, love. Can you ever forgive me for being such an unmannered brute?" he pleaded with mock sincerity.
He leaned back just enough to catch your gaze, staring up at you with wide, innocent blue eyes like a kicked puppy.
A traitorous smile threatened to break across your face. He had you right where he wanted you, and he knew it.
"I'll think about it," you muttered, turning your head away as a warm blush began creeping up your cheeks.
You felt a rough, calloused hand gently cup your jaw, his thumb stroking your cheekbone to turn your face back toward him.
"Have I ever told you how sexy it is when you get all pissy?" he teased, his grip tightening on your waist as he pulled you down into a soft, lingering kiss.
You couldn't help the giggle that escaped you. Giving in completely, you shifted to straddle his lap, melting against him. You pulled back just enough to take his face in your hands, your thumbs gently caressing the familiar, rough texture of his beard. For a quiet moment, you just sat there, comfortably staring down at your husband and admiring how handsome he truly was. Those boyishly blue eyes looked back up at you, completely softened and radiating nothing but pure love.
"You're lucky you're cute, old man," you murmured affectionately. You placed a sweet kiss right on the tip of his nose, lightly tracing the faint freckle there.
Before he could trap you in his arms again, you pushed yourself off his lap and began to saunter back out toward the kitchen.
"Laundry. Now," you commanded, casting a sharp look over your shoulder to catch one last glimpse of him before leaving the room.
"Yes, ma'am," he drawled, his voice dropping an octave. His eyes were entirely glued to your hips as you walked away, a smug, captivated grin stretching across his face.
