COD MW Recommendations by yours truly, recrat. Mehehe.
(AO3 since I don’t really use others) No links - sorry, but I wrote the author and title.
—-Reader usually means original character in these, haha. But they are good. MAKE SURE TO READ THE TAGS! Most of them are FEM presenting / leaning and a select few are MASC. Some I think are neutral, but uh I forgot.
- if it says Poly it means the main 141.
- one last thing. Tried to keep it plot focused rather than smut, though there is it included in some.
I think I used the correct tags… fic rec - —should be recommending? Secret meaning unlocked - it’s also reclined. ‘Kay enough with the silly.
Semi-summaries since I don’t want to spoil the fun - too much. In no particular order :
1. “Fallen Angel” by Lostintransit - Ace reader!!! And Roach! So fun to read. Mostly fluff and slice of life, but has bits of realism and the author’s two cents. Includes conversations about and of implied sex, but less smut over all. They have a part two - different character on the opposite spectrum - hyper sexual, unfinished, but it’s called “Hell’s Spawn.”
2. “A Heretic’s Gospel” by Anonymous - Poly 141 x reader. It has more characterization of the reader as a person. It isn’t really read as “you,” but it is immersive. (Not finished unfortunately and hasn’t updated since August 2025) I will not say much because it is one of my favs.
3. If you liked #2, “Worse Than Desire” by Costae_Carnis (Steel Kiwi) filled the hole in my heart when #2 didn’t update - it’s another character centric fic. Cannibalism, pup adjacent activity, and is so fucking good for my brain. (Ongoing) …Is anyone craving meat? C’mere….. ψ(｀∇´)ψ
4. Isekai! (Teleporting into another world) “the smell of creosote” by 391780 (goblinparty) - Again, not really “reader” but acknowledges being fat/curvy more than a passing comment. Which we need more of. Also….cowboys. (Ongoing)
5. — Two that popped up in a similar timeline are : “No signs of Pain” by Jeojake and “The Oracle of Endings” by Raven_At_The_Writing_Desk. Don’t know if the first one is romantic ever, but the second one is eventual Poly 141 x reader. These do follow in game plots and are ongoing. The Oracle one is 09 version not reboot. I’d say the first one is a slightly more realistic isekai than the usual trope. It’s so tension packed.
6. Music? Music! “Make Me Over (I’m All I Wanna Be) by musicaddict529. Band AU and complete. I read it when it was coming out, very cool. No romance but has reader. Wholesome. Felt like I watched a series. I love me some media about being passionate. Oh- if you like office place shenanigans -“Creative Liberties” by unseaworthy. Ghost x Reader. Fat reader secretary. Kept me on my seat chapter by chapter. (Completed too!)
7. These two recommendations are going to be a package deal since if you like one you might like the other. Both Poly 141 x reader. “Old Habits Die Hard” by 6ayse. (11 chapters, ongoing) Andddddd “Workplace Violations” by wormholepetal. (Like 40 chapters, ongoing) The second one has more smut, not sure when the other will. But both do.
8. “quickest route, no freeways” by Anonymous (incomplete…updated March 2025…) Faux Reddit advice thread. Ghoap. The format is fun.
9. 141 and Child!Reader. Platonic, but Poly 141 sometimes. I needed to put this somewhere. “And Baby Makes Five” by Pepe_Le_Pew. Oh right description—Reader is technically Soap’s daughter in this one. And this is tension between Poly 141 formation, emphasis on the poly not 141. Exciting…. “Dandelion Seeds” by Steel_Kiwi. I like the POV. Doesn’t have many chapters yet. [If you read their other series “Worse than Desire,” I was like surprised how nice they were to reader in this one. It makes sense - but damn. Show our resident dog some love… ongoing btw.] “A Small World” by BartholomewVonMcWizard. Another one. Main plot is a cooking. (Ongoing)
10. “A Hybrid’s Emotions” by Chadwicks_Chamber. Now THIS- this is how misunderstandings are. (D-discontinued….) Poly x Reader. These men are dehydrated and desperate. Just like me fr. “The Thing About Bears” by subcasual_reader05. Bear shifter!Price x reader. Hehhhh. Slight smut in this one.
11. “Operation : Chicken Soup” by womanofletters2000. Wholesome and unknown status…. Hasn’t updated since 2024- I think they jumped fandoms a while ago and won’t be back. (unless???)
12. “Meditations in an Emergency” by Sylvesterelle. Ghoap x Reader. Smutty. Fun banter before, during, and after the doing.
13. “but daddy, I love him” by OnyxHound. Price…..ooooooooooooooouh. Can you tell I like him?
14. “Riley?” by pinksheep08. Cutie patootie Ghost. One shot.
15. “Phosphenes” by Ni3_ ji3. Cute Poly 141 x reader…Office romance —unfinished and hasn’t updated in about a year. I shed a tear for every unknown status work.
16. “advienne que pourra” by SaintQuincy. - Life if Johnny y’know, survived. Poly x reader. Ongoing. Slice of life. Reader is a librarian!
Edit : I DID NOT MISPELL AT ALL NOPPPEEEE. I TOTALLY DIDN’T WRITE BEATS INSTEAD OF BEARS
Simon's a big guy. No one really thinks about how he sleeps, since it seems as if he is eternally awake. Not a vampire mind you -- still a mortal. At first, just laying on a crumpled jacket worked fine. Comfort isn't the priority- rest is. Sometimes, he misses being able to. Then, he would start to fix the sad excuse of a pillow in between the crook of his shoulder and head. Again, not bad.
Reader would stay up late-- well, reading. The two would have an arrangement of sorts. Reader using the Lieutenant's sleeping head for a chin rest. And Simon getting someone else's arm numb. Mutualism.
Simon Riley eats cereal with water. Milk makes it too sweet. Likes the rainbow ones because they definitely taste different. (They aren't.)
Price's hobby is football. Relatives came just to watch the telly. (Hehe funny word.) Only time of his life that his parents got along. Maybe that's why he likes his job so much. Uniform and purpose.
Johnny wears kilts on occasion. The team raised some brows. But-- to each their own. Gotta show off his legs every now and... at the gym. His phone is about 70% mirror selfies. Camera for calves.
Garrick reads comics. Superhero ones mainly, but indulges in other genres. I could totally see him liking cultivation or other power fantasy ones.
Below is just about what I've been up to.
(；゜∀゜) Hehe.
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I like cereal with milk. My favorite are rice krispies...... I haven't tried it with water---
Anyway!!! Sorry, I've been inactive.
Not sure what to write about. My inspiration is falling short. Lotta life stuff making me feel weird- ---to say it lightly. (>_<;) Don’t wanna get all vent-y again.
I am getting active on my ALT's IG. Though I might be back here (with the art requests) in like a month or so. Bit burnt. I dislike using a reference that is human. =3=
Hope y'all have a good day or night.
And if you haven't- --- try to think of at least one good thing that happened today.
It can be gloomy, but even with a lot of clouds : it's still nice out!
Royal AU / Medieval-ish — Price x Reader, but all 141 is mentioned.
Content warnings : Classism, De-Humanization, Religious Ritual
- “Crown Bearer”
“Father, why must we create alliances with — -those who do not deserve it?”
“My dear, you have no say on these matters.” He glances at me and then gestures to the advisor, Laswell- was it? “Go on then,—.” Her calculating gaze lands on me, once, then to their exchange. As if I were cattle blocking the entrance.
Bathed in holy water - my impurities cleansed from body to soul. The weight of gold and jewels cannot compare to the pit growing in my gut. Maids shear my locks. Manicured nails as if to cut claws off a fighter. Cloaked the existence I once was —- into a veil. My reflection is no longer I. “—Regent Price.” Someone knocks. …The given title does not spark joy. I turn towards - —the knight with skin of walnut. I suppose I have no choice to get used to it. A light exhale escapes me, how unbecoming. He holds out his hand of silver, cold and unforgiving, escorting me to the guillotine : Fort Tayfour. There he stands, my husband— not at the entrance, but at a makeshift altar. A mere Baron. Not even a pure blood. Scruffy beard, the stench of iron—hah. A pig may wear pearls and will not know how to exude grace parading his sin. The knight positions himself to the side. The “priest” wears a cloak of black. Unsightly omen. A thunderous and uneventful retelling of vows. Another man with shaved sides, scurries- in rags seemingly of commoners -holding the bands of matrimony. John slips on his, then walks off to his other gawking mercantile. … My fingers grip the ring onto its position. -It seems I am not favored here.
The advisor— who insists I call her Kate (I shall not.)— hands over maps of the territory and a few novels I have yet to read. Considerate. Unlike the others.
I sit in the chambers, not willing to interact. The land is insurmountable, advantageous even. Mountain ranges and high ground. I only fear the snow that will trickle downhill.—And, the novels are… unexpectedly for the masses. “Duke : The Cold North’s Contract.” A romance, it says. Small text under “Spice.” Spice— as in cinnamon? Is he a chef, perhaps..? “A Dragon’s Desire.” What does it desire other than gems? It is an animal. A rather large one at that. “Princess and The Gardener.” ? In no capacity- is a mere commoner to be with royalty. … I suppose… They fiddle with the page and read. ….All of them : in one evening.
The sun has fallen asleep. The moon wakes to the night shift. John enters his room, forgetting that his newlywed exists. A candle flickers outlining their figure. They seem engrossed. He lays down next to them — and they flinch. His brows furrow- they didn’t have the best start, that’s a bit much even then.
Edit : Lollllll — No one even looks at the smut I write broooo. Oh well- the people have spoken.
Edit 2 : HERE IS PART TWO.
How should the next chapter start?
Honeymoon (Smut) [Ohohoho….]
He sleep. (No smut) [I think it’d be funny. Misunderstanding Arc!]
141 x Dom!Reader : “Virginity” ☆*:.｡. o(≧▽≦)o .｡.:*☆
Content Warnings : Sex (not thaaaat detailed) , Semi-Toxic Masculinity, Old Man Propaganda…, fluff at the end! … Sometimes I wonder how I ended up here. [._. ;] — (It’s fun tho.)
Price would definitely have a 6th sense and prowl for someone naive and pliable to lay in his bed. He did that with Kyle. Makes good leverage. So when Reader became a new member— it was all over. For—..him? Somehow. Reader was waiting for a person like John. Despite being the one on top, the man was losing his composure. His favorite sergeant groping his chest, while the newer sergeant jerks him off. “Are you going to cum, sir?” Reader says while deliberately slowing down- ruining his orgasm again. “Say the word— and it’ll be over.” Gaz goads. Price shivers and lets out a pathetic, “…please.”
Ghost rarely goes after anyone, especially when deployment and rules against fraternity exists. Usually tops, I mean look at him. Beefy-Muscular-Tall. 3 for 3. Reader made it their mission to break down his walls. …With the help of Soap. Since it was Reader’s idea-, of course they get to pick positions. Simon eating them out and getting to see Johnny thrust into L.T.’s ass. Reader leans forward to make out with MacTavish. Tongue, teeth, lips. A small whine vibrates their pelvis. They break the kiss - and Johnny laughs, “Alright, L.T., we’ll pay more attention to ya.” “Mhm. You’re being so good for us. You know that, right?,” Reader lightly plays with Riley’s earlobe.
The Aftermath (of each separately) :
Captain hurts in places he hasn’t before. Somewhat refreshed mentally. He gets up first— readjusting the other two’s positions so that they can cuddle. Giving them both a whisker kiss on the foreheads. He signs a temporary day off for both of them. Least he can do for his sergeants.
The three crowd into the side bathroom. All brushing their teeth. Reader in Ghost’s boxers, Johnny in Reader’s shirt, and Ghost with their bites. “So…. Is this gonna be a thing?” Reader inquires. The two men glance at each other and shrug in a “sure, why not” way. The shower isn’t that large to fit 3 operators. File in one at a time, in and fresh out. Sergeants gotta leave before everyone else wakes up. Not without- smooching the L.T. on both cheeks.
- Soap x Reader (an actual character I made for self insert purposes - no gender)
Content Warnings : Sex + Hooking up mentioned! But no smut, also SHIT WRITING. I have not written characters that were not my own before — CRINGE!!! Turns out - I rhyme a lot? And make metaphors? Um. Yeah. So. That. (.///.)
EDIT : I AM NOT CRINGE. Just embarrassed- since it was my first time in a while being interacted with. >:) You are not cringe for doing what you like.
Goodness me. That all good? Cool. Down we gooooo.
Title :
“Are we still friends?”
Soap hooked up with Reader a couple of times. Being teammates gets you comfortable with being around someone, right? He’s a chill guy. Reader is bored enough. It’s casual. No- romantic feelings involved.
The 141 : Ghost, Price, Soap, and Gaz were going out to the nearest bar. It’s been a week. Missions on hold due to Laswell needing to research more. So, Johnny, the sociable man he is, extends an invite.
“Hey, Reader. You coming with? It’s on Price’s tab.”
>>>>
The man in question grumbles expletives directed towards the cleaning supply. Not in true anger, but in camaraderie. Gaz and Ghost are discussing something private on the side. Gaz leaning on the green jeep, ready to roll. Ghost’s head tilted downwards. The shadows make it hard to see either of their expressions, but they are speaking in hushed tones.
A bit surprised, they reply, “Oh- I have a bit of paperwork at base to catch up on... Might — - see you later?”Reader’s eye glances at their shared coworkers and then back at Soap. His eyes the color of the deep sea. The flickering lightbulb above them, setting the sun in those waves…
“Och, alright then. -Shoot ‘em down.” He gives a small smirk, the creases around his lips form.
Soap’s arm reaches around Reader’s back to firm squeeze on their shoulder. His hand is warm. He smells so him. A bit of highland grass and soil. Hair gel, too.
Without the gloves. Without the gear. Next to Reader.
Ah. It isn’t Soap—,
this is Johnny.
It happened to be a rather busy Friday. Music from 2010s were remixed by someone who can’t DJ. Awful transitions, really. The crowd was lost in the array of shimmering galaxies.
And alcohol.
Lots of it.
There ought to be college parties ongoing based on the ruckus to the right.
The 141 sat in a corner booth, so that Ghost can pop outside for air and Gaz to find a lay.
Late in the night, no bird would dare take flight, the 4 become 3. …
Gaz found himself a sweet hummingbird.
Ghost finds himself scarce. Who knows where he went, he had his time well spent.
2.
Price heads to the bar. Ordering whiskey if thou were a silver fox awaiting prey.
1.
Reader ducks in. In their own blackened clothes, as to disappear in the cascading river of bodies.
But no.
Johnny looks up from his phone, a sixth sense, and waves, elbow partially bent.
The colors in the room swallowed up by his presence.
A lost follower drifts closer.
Closer.
Until arrival.
And gazes upon the oculus of the lighthouse.
“You made it!” Johnny makes a harsh whisper yell, not sure why because it is loud, but cute.
“I did. I wouldn’t miss this for the world.” Reader says while sliding across the booth.
They share stories, not of war, of home.
Of dreams and futures.
As one does 8 shots in.
—-
“You heavy mother-fucker—“
“Mm…? I’d fuck your dad any day of the week.” Johnny says slobbering over himself.
(If anyone answers : Do you prefer Reader in first person? “I” statements. Might use it more often - coz I’m using it in this one.)
I think my neighbor died. Kinda liked the dude. Helped me move in and everything.
Somehow— the landlord didn’t evict the tenant’s room yet.
Reader’s eye drift down from their balcony and onto the floor level.
…Huh.
Hey —..there he is!
“Riley!”
A balaclava ( Author : I hate that word - I keep misspelling it with the sweet 😔) — covered head turns my way.
—— —
>>>>
“Worm.”
“Ok- no, call me bookworm at least. But, you’re alive.”
“Dead inside, though.” He responds.
“Edgy—, want some leftovers? Where you been?”
He just nods and starts heading up.
…Parry expert.
———- -
Mr. Riley sure is an enigma. Reminds me of an old man…which he is. I saw those wrinkles.
Don’t know much about him though—, never says anything besides “NDA” and “nosy.”
Actually. When he does answer :
He fucks around.
When Reader asks 4 different occasions his job is always different.
…Maybe he has multiple jobs? Doubt it.
Professional clown. That’s my description.
Part-time comedian. He’s not that funny.
Tattoo artist…,—- that one seems more plausible.
And finally— his true favorite—- : Full-time fly.
Not pilot —- he’s telling a joke….
…..-Dear lord, give me peace before I slap him like the annoyance he is.
[ Random Author Tip : If you have lots of flies - see if you can get a bug zapper or lantern. Using pesticides and sprays are bad. Slowly poisons the food chain. ]
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As Reader was lost in thought, a wet and cool sensation went against their ear.
!?
Riley holds an unopened lolly. Where—? Ah. Must’ve been on him earlier.
—……..
The two lounge around Reader’s flat.
“Sooo… you really aren’t going to tell me where you work? You a superhero?”
