can i request headcannons with the 141 and konig during a road trip? like a looong ass road-trip. nothing for a mission, just a little trip or vacation.
ooh i just got back from a 10 hour long road trip too!
(Callsign will be ‘Shark’)
Price would be the one driving, Soap in the front, Shark, Ghost, and Gaz in the middle row, while König gets the back all to himself. Sometimes it would cycle who would be in the front with Price since they all wanted to take turns sleep.
Since König is the big bitch he is, he gets the whole back row to himself. He can ‘shooonk’ and ‘mi mi mi mi mi’ all he wants. With his pillow and pink jaguar blanket someone lent him cause he forgot his (most likely Soap’s). While Shark is stuck in the middle, stuck between Ghost and Gaz.
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Price would have first dibs on the aux since he’s the driver. He’d only play songs that no one knows. Y’know the classics and his personal faves. No one gave him the aux since.
Soap would play songs that he likes, regardless of what anyone else thinks. ‘Shut up and drive’ by Rihanna, ‘Talk dirty’ by Jason Derulo, ‘Treasure’ by Bruno Mars. Will literally blast the volume at his favorite parts.
Occasionally Ghost or Gaz would yell at him to shut up, his only response being to turn the music up even louder.
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“I’ve got to go to the loo..” Soap asked. Price gripping the wheel and taking an audible and long breath in and out through the nose.
“We just left THE FUCKING STOP”
—
During stops to restock on gas stations snacks or fill up on gas Gaz would get drinks he never finishes, it just piles up in the back. Shark got a bag of chocolate marshmallows, they later played basketball with it, Ghost’s mouth being the hoop.
Price would 100% do the dad-snack-hand from the drivers seat. While König got a whole tub of ice cream to eat in the back, just because he felt like it.
Soap actually got left at a gas station once. The car ride back to get him was quite.
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Shark’s gasp made everyone turn to attention since it was so quite and their gasp sounded so alarmed. Shark leapt across Gaz’s laps and looked out the window.
“Cow!” They pointed out towards the field of cows minding their business.
“Cow?
“Woooaaah”
“COW”
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König gets motion sickness very easily. Which is why he spends 60% of the car ride sleeping. But the times where he is awake, half the time he’s throwing up in a paper bag. Ghost having to throw it out while Gaz and Soap try not to gag. Shark is rubbing him on the back and giving him water to feel better :).
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Gaz would sleep against the car door, a pillow between him and the door, one leg would be across Ghost and Shark’s lap and the other would be on the middle console of the front. Sometimes Soap would have to nudge his dinosaur socks out of the way.
Ghost would claim he’s not tired at all, but is always the first one to fall asleep. Arms crossed and head back while he snores like a motor boat. First time this happened Price freaked out that he was dying, choking or something, and had Shark punch him in the chest.
He didn’t feel like sleeping after that.
Eventually when he does he’d be in the same position as Gaz, but both of his legs would be across Sharks and Gaz’s lap. Hitting the opposite door.
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“Would you rather fight 100 toddlers or—” Shark asked of the first thing that came to mind.
“A hundred toddlers” Soap interrupted them, no hesitation.
“I didn’t even finish the question—”
“Those kids are getting CURB STOMPED”
“No—”
—
Going down a long path in the middle of the night. Practically in the middle of nowhere as the only thing keeping them company was yards of grass and mice that hid in little holes for the night. Everyone was fast asleep until they felt the car shift to a stop. They all immediately looked at each other after seeing where they were stopped.
“Let’s stretch our legs, been a while” Price explained, being the first to get out, turning the car off and the key out of the ignition. They were all still confused why they stopped suddenly, but they understood that hours of driving does no good for the legs.
Price made sure to turn the head lights off too. The rest of them thought that they’d just but in the middle of nowhere in the dark but they were frozen in amazement when they saw how bright the sky is, despite it being 12 midnight.
Without all the city lights and street lights to pollute the sky the night looked so bright. Stars that were barely visible, only a dot in the sky, were now shining and bright. In the city you could only see 6-7 stars 10 if your lucky, but right now it was like you could see till the end of the galaxy.
Not a word was spoken the entire time they were out. It was beautiful but also so surreal and bone chilling seeing how much space there is beyond this world. Every star a sun and every sun had at least 5 planets. There had to be at least one other life form.
Those 20 minutes were the most quiet but calming 20 minutes of the trip. Something they shared and saw together.
hii! hopefully you’re not swamped with requests or studies 😓
but can i request a hyper fem reader (uses she/her) that also wears a mask just as much as ghost? always wearing pink, gets her nails super long and glittery, pink gun, pink knives with stickers. like she is only ever seen in a mask. only way she can express herself is through make up and the 141 always notices little details or changes. even after killing and enemy and there’s blood across their face and mask but still mange to look so cute and bubbly.
could you use the callsign you use? i feel like shark would totally fit this!
have a good day!! ^^
-🧸
OMG???? LIKE?? YESS???????
I FUCKING LOVE RHIS IDEA SM!!
(dw bbg- studies r getting better :))
141 with a hyperfem masked female reader
When your first recruited and joined the task force everyone just stops and stares when you walk into the room.
They’re confused when your face is covered, only eyes being visible, makes them even more intrigued with you.
They’d 100% unconsciously move to the side to make a path for you when you walk by.
I feel Soap would be very interested and excited whenever you get new nails, always super sparkly, pink, pastel, and covered in charms and pearls.
Soap is always the first one to see and the one to pick out your next colors. His favorite combo being pink and green.
Shark would call everyone baby girl when they’re all grown men with balls (hopefully y’all saw that tweet).
“Is you LGB? cuz your gun pink” -Gaz
Constantly leaves glitter everywhere you walk.
Definitely gave everyone ‘1 whore 1” pins with a hello kitty with a pink AK behind her for Christmas. Which they all wore on their vest.
You would give out stickers as a form of praise and reward like teachers would to kindergartners.
Price would keep all the stickers you give or just leave behind in your path.
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“Soap!” You walk into the rec room, not even bothering to look for him, just calling out his name (not the obnoxious loud kind of yell). He immediately would drop whatever he’s doing, a conversation, a game, a task. Knowing by your tone and excitement in your voice that you already have a new set.
“Oohh! Even better than the last” He says, smiling when you lay your hands out for him, he smiles even more when he sees that you picked charms that he recommended.
“I liked last weeks better, had more glitter” Ghost sudden appearance made you both jump. Almost bumping into him since he was leaning over your shoulder behind you.
Sometimes during briefing, you’d rest your head on one hand and the other would be around Soap’s shoulders, ever so often scratching his head and ruffling his hair like a dog. Some recruits would mistake you two as a couple, they’d comment how they can tell you’re the more dominant one.
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Ghost would always be next to you, sometimes by coincidence, but mostly by preference. Whenever you two walk into the room together you always call him your twin or your mini-me.
“Can’t tell the difference, huh?” You asks the latest recruits, elbow resting against Ghost, pointing between the two of you. Even though there’s a very obvious height difference, your dramatic lashes and pink eyeshadow boomed through your balaclava, you had pink guns and knives in your holster, pink and yellow glow sticks on your belt, and Ghost was a 6’4 built like a Greek God british man.
But the rookies are too intimidated by both of you that they’re too scared to even disagree. Just nodding vigorously as you skip away with Ghost following behind.
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“Take cover!” You yell, tossing a grenade across the barrier, signaling you’re teammates about the blow. Within seconds the ground shakes and you can hear bodies being thrown due to the impact. Unexpectedly to them a cloud of pink and glitter exploded along with the grenade.
“What the fuck?” Gaz looks up after a light layer of glitter dusts on top of him. The rest of them looking up and seeing the pink in the sky.
“Rest in pink” You bow your head to pay your respect.
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“Shark..” Price speaks up beside you, the rumbling of the truck going on rocky terrain constantly rocks your body against his. You immediately snap to look at him, almost making jump from your crazed but happy eyes.
“Why don’t you wipe all that off, sweetheart?” He asks, holding out his handkerchief for you, motioning to the blood that’s splattered across your mask and whatever it could touch on your uncovered part of your face.
“No”
“Why not?” Gaz asks, from your other side.
“I don’t wanna smudge my makeup :(“
—
“Shark, did you do something different with your makeup?” Gaz asks once you walk into the meeting room to meet the rest of them. Yes, you did do something, there are little white and magenta accents in your eye lashes. Gives your eyes and lashes a highlight of color.
“Why yes I did. Thank you for noticing, sweetie” You pinch his cheek and sit on the empty seat next to him.
“You changed your highlighter too” Ghost speaks up from next to you, he can tell with your eye shadow and slight nose contour that you switched to a more finer and brighter highlighter.
“Did you change how you do your eyeliner? Looks bolder” Soap asks, inspecting your eyes closer.
“I think you look nice overall, hun” Price chuckles at how they inspect and comment on every little change of your appearance. Your just proud that you’ve taught your boys well, being able to know the names of every makeup technique and step.
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“You got a little bit of Shark on you” Price interrupts Ghost mid sentence to point out the small patch of glitter on his shoulder.
A couple days later Ghost stops him for the same thing.
“Cap, you got a lil Shark on you” He taps him on the back and shows a small strawberry sticker that was stuck on his vest.
Hii, how are u? idk if you're taking request or something, but I've been having this idea stuck in my mind, about König and task force 141 running to help the reader who is in some troubles during a mission with them, and the reader is singing "I need a hero" while is fighting and hiding while they arrive to help and at the end everything ends well and everybody laughs of the reader singing while was in this big trouble...
I hope u can help me with this but if not is totally ok, have a nice night/day 🍀
i’d be doing better if it wasn’t for studies T_T but tyy for asking!! really hope i was able to write it how u envisioned it to be.
but ODMSHJXS OMG THIS IS SUPER FUNNY.
like the reader using singing to keep them occupied and a way to try and calm them while they’re in trouble. AND THEY CAN HEAR IT ON THE WALKIE BUT THEY CANT LAUGH.
(Callsign will be ‘Shark’ again, just to make it easier instead of always using reader or they pronouns)
Shark was left behind in the safe house, they felt nauseous and seasick after the boat ride. So, they just left them at an empty house to hide while they do the first part of the plan, just scoping the area out and double checking how well the plan will actually go.
Shark was lazily resting on the couch, dirty boots discarded on the floor next to them, with an arm draped over their eyes. Trying not to move too much or look around to make them even more nauseous.
After a couple more minutes of long, deep, breaths and having to stay still for 30 minutes, they felt okay enough to finally breath normally. With nothing left to do they decided to check up on them. Reaching across their chest to their walkie.
“Update?” Shark waited, listening to the white noise.
“Alpha Golf” Shark rolled their eyes at Ghost’s voice, not expecting him to be the one to respond.
“Speak normally. Saying that takes longer than just sayin’ ‘All good’” Of course Shark had to say something, taking every opportunity to nitpick Ghost, and pick at his patience.
“Shut up” They heard back.
“Hallo!” König’s voice rang through, making them smile unconsciously.
“Feelin’ better?” Price’s gruff voice checked in on them.
“You throw up yet?”
“Eww” Soap exaggerated his disgust.
All of their little messages and chiming in made them less bored, better than just staring at the ceiling.
“Oi! You have your own radio!” Ghost’s annoyed voice boomed through their end. Making Shark laugh, they imagined that they were all leaned into Ghost’s chest to talk to them.
“Asshole” Soaps little hushed comment made them laugh even more. He must’ve whispered it in his own walkie, not knowing that they’re all on the same channel so they’d all hear it, including Ghost. They can just imagine the stop-in-tracks and stare from Ghost.
—
“3:10” Shark groan, impatient, it’s been 30 minutes since they last talked to them. They were gonna take a while since it’s quite a distance to get to the site and they had to be extra cautious as to not get caught.
They hummed songs and little snippets of things they hear on the internet to try and pass time. A creak interrupted their own cover of Bruno Mars ‘Treasure’. Shark’s gloved hand immediately flung to their gun, small handgun close to their body as they sat up.
Eyes trailed from their boots to their boots on the floor, then back at the door, then to the hall, back to the door. There wasn’t enough time to get their boots not, not taking the risk.
Three men emerged from their hiding places, all masked, and all armed, unfortunately. Dammit. Shark’s eyes frantically shifted between the three men that slowly closed in on them and then to their surroundings and blocked exit.
“Mother fucka—” Shark decided it was better to take their chances at running away than to be caught and a liability as a hostage, compromising the mission. Spinning on their heel to kick away their gun then elbow the closest man on the neck.
As fast as they can they wrapped their arm around the man’s neck and turned to use his body as a meat shield. Too slow to react and too late to stop the bullets, his teammates fired shots into his chest in a failed attempt to get to Shark.
Immediately booking it to the back door and running into the woods. Cringing at the feeling of twigs and small pebbles that rubbed and poked the bottom of their feet, nothing but the fabric of their socks.
For some reason they were still in that same singy feeling. A nervous tick to try and make their head clearer to make better decisions. Shark started to sing, scat, the doo doo doo’s of the beginning of the famous song awarded for best music moment, Holding Out for a Hero.
The two little ash’s of the song was sung, sorta, when Shark tripped on a thick, fallen, trunk of a tree, and the second played when a bullet flied past them dangerously close to the top of their head. They flipped the switch of their walkie, now’s a good time to alert the others that the empty cabin isn’t safe.
“—FUCK. THERE’S MORE???” Right as they flipped the switch, a different kind of gun fire blasted through the woods, they looked back and saw 5 more goons running after them.
“Shark! Fuck’s happening?!” Price’s voiced yelled through the walkie, almost immediately, responding when the first gunshot rang through the walkies.
“THEY’RE GONNA GET MY ASS. THEY’RE GONNA EAT MY ASS” They were too panicked to properly answer, properly tell them that they were not safe, but I think they got the message through.
Price immediately set his team out, thinking of the best and fastest route to get back. They’ve done enough scoping out for now. Shark just had to hold out on their own for a bit. Still continuing their own performance.
“Where have all the good men gone and where are all the gods?” They continued, finding an abandoned warehouse and running inside, their stalkers following in as well. Their heavy breathing from the running cut through their notes.
“Where’s the streetwise Hercules to fight the rising odds?” When the first soldier came in they took the opportunity to shoot him twice in the knee, they can’t kill them, but they can slow them down. The lyrics came so naturally, they could even hear the background singers in their head.
“Late at night, I toss and I turn and I dream of what I neED! AHH—” They stumble out the half open window, small enough to get through, while the other soldiers have to get back out to continue the chase, leaving their injured soldier back.
The entire time, they left their walkie on, too distracted from the bullets that almost scratched their insides to remember to switch it off. They all could hear it as they ran back to the truck to speed their way back to the lone cabin. They wanted to laugh at how Shark dealed with the situation but felt it was too soon.
“I need a hERO— AGH. I-I’m holdin’ out for a hero ‘till the end of the nIGHT” Shark had to take a sharp turn into the thick woods and hide behind a tree, crouched down, half a minute later the rest of the men followed. By now the saviors had their suspicions that maybe the song chose unconsciously was a subtle message to them to hurry the fuck up.
They were safe for now but it was only a couple minutes until they can see that their trail stopped and they had to retrace it back to them. Shark used their knife to help them climb up the thick trunk of the tree and sit on a high branch, unconsciously hugging the trunk.
“He’s gotta be strong, haah, and he’s gotta be fast, and he’s gotta be fresh from the fight” For some reason they continued to sing, in a way, as a way to calm their breathing and heart beat down, wheezing and gasping in between verses. Very quite and very hushed as to not get caught if the men ever came back. The adrenaline too much, they started to zone out.
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“There!” Gaz pointed out, running up the ruffled leaves, following the tracks, and finding a single white sock. White cotton sock with a blue stripe along the rim and two pieces of fabric to look like bunny ears, small bunny face on the toe part.
“Shark’s” Soap shook his head, gaining hope after long dread. They started to lose hope after a while since they couldn’t find any trace of Shark. Price motion his hand forward, signaling his team to continue on. Gaz pocketed the sock.
—
The crunching of leaves pulled Shark back to the present, they immediately froze. Unconsciously slowed their breathing and heart pumping faster. They listened to the footsteps and dry leaf crunching getting louder and louder, closer and closer.
“Look! Bunny sock!” König’s voice picked up on Shark’s ears. König’s caught everyone’s attention and pointed up at Shark’s dangling foot with the matching bunny sock. They looked down and saw the five of them looking up at them hugging the spruce wood.
“Christ. Took ya’ long enough” They scoffed, starting to climb down. They were thankful, just putting out some sarcasm after what just happened.
“Don’t worry, Shark. Heros are here” Price teased. Half way down Shark fell back, with enough trust, Price caught Shark with ease. They patted his chest before jumping off and dusting themselves off. They were surprised with his comment. Huh, I was just singing about that. But they dismissed it, wanting to save themselves from embarrassment.
“Guess ya’ didn’t need to hold out until the end of the night” Ghost spoke up, quoting a lyric from the song, to subtly hint Shark that they heard everything.
AND OH LORDY DID THIS FLUFF GIVE ME CAVATIES FROM HOW SWEET IT IS.
anyways. reader (shark) taking care of Price while he’s injured. these r just lil snippets of it 🤭
Out on a mission, Shark had a nice clean shot of the target. It seemed to clean, too clear. He picked a space that would seem hidden only to a blind man, it was like he picked a spot to look like he was hiding but was so obviously out in the open. But, whatever, fuck it. Seemed too much of a waste of time overthink a quick shot to get the mission over with.
But Price saw it, he saw how they lured them into a specific spot that made it look like it would be a perfect spot for them. Long story short (mainly cuz i’m too lazy) he ended up taking the trap for them. It took a couple hours until he could be safely taken to base to get his wounds checked out. He has to stay in that wing for 2 weeks to recover. Critical condition.
Shark felt guilty that they fell for such an obvious trap to get it over with, and he ended up getting hurt. So, they decided to be the one to take care of him. Shark gets to pay their self-debt to him, and the medics don’t have to worry so much about him and who’ll have to monitor him.
“Alright. Got ya’ a grilled cheese aaand a blue Gatorade” Shark entered the room with a paper plate that held the sandwich. Price immediately sat up, ready for his snack but also excited to see them. They set the plate on his lap and the cold blue gatorade on his bedside table.
“Weird combination, but okay” Shark muttered quietly, causing him to chuckle, sitting back on their seat next to his bed. Price hummed deeply after his first bite, the savory taste making him momentarily forget about how sore his body feels.
The fresh scars and stitches on his body were visible. Old ones mixed with new ones. Across his chest was a type of gauze, bandage, and a large patch on his side. The medic suggested that he kept his upper half bare to prevent the fabric from rubbing against the freshly sewn stitches to prevent irritation and prolong the healing process. Fortunately for Shark ,’:)
“Mmph— Never thought a grilled cheese would taste so good” Price groaned, leaning back on the bunchy and wrinkled sheets of the bed, finishing his sandwich and gulping down his Gatorade. Shark slumped back in the wooden chair, propping their feet up on the edge of his bed, flipping through the shitty romcoms on the TV.
It was silent, but not the weird and awkward silence that makes you wanna bury yourself alive then be there. The comfortable silence where you can just space out and just enjoy each other’s company. They were already pretty close, comfortable with each other. They sparred together, ran together, sometimes raced, exercise and eat together.
—
“You’re an ass” Shark laughed, fake punching Price in the chest. He fell back on the bed with a fake pained expression and a over dramatic ‘ow!’. He stayed laying down, turning his head to show them his soft smile that only seemed to appear when Shark was around. He noticed it, everyone noticed it, just not them.
“Ahh— Fuck” Price groaned immediately sitting up and his hand clutching at the center of his chest. A sudden, uninvited, pain rushed from his back to the center of his chest, bursting out. Shark immediately sat up, worried that their fake punch maybe actually did hit him. One hand on his shoulder and the other on his hand that laid on his chest.
“Oh, shit! Sorry— Uhh. Fuck. What do I do?” Panicked and confused. They didn’t know what to do to help, or what to do at all. Price would chuckle at their reaction if his mind wasn’t occupied with how much is chest fucking hurt.
“No— Ngh.. N-no. I’m fine. The doc said it would be like this because of my rib” Price tried his best to explain through short, shallow, breaths. Sucking in long breaths of air through this teeth to try and bear through the pain. It was like getting stabbed all over again.
“Shit— Uh. Is there anything I can do? Water? Pills? Anything?” Shark asked frantically, looking around quickly for anything that speaks out to them to try to help. He only shook his head, too weak to form a sentence, but he wanted to reassure them that he was okay, he wasn’t, obviously.
“Could-could.. you.. uhh” He spoke up, having to concentrate really hard to try and get the words past the stabbing pain and out his mouth. Shark’s head immediately perked up, looking for any way to assist. They saw his other hand was open, palm up, and towards their direction.
Shark was a little taken aback at his request, their captain was a strong and unaffectionate man. So, seeing how he requested for their hand, something to help him push through it. Shark willingly accepted his hand, his large and scared hand somehow seemed softer than it looked. Finding comfort in their touch. Every so often they’d feel him squeeze their hand when the pain got too intense.
—
As much as Shark wanted to stay and watch over Price he didn’t wanna see them leave. They had other duties they had to attend to. But when they came back to visit Price, the doctor immediately took their attention and asked, practically begged, them if they could feed Price soup since he hasn’t been eating much lately, claiming he’s feeling nauseous which doesn’t help the feeding process.
Shark looked down at the warm bowl in their hands, chicken soup. They chuckled as they walked back to his room. They don’t know how they were gonna get him to eat, but they’d at least give it a try.
“Heard you was giving the doc a hard time” Shark chuckled, closing the door behind them. Price let out a soft laugh and rubbed the back of his neck as if he was caught.
“I told him I’m not hungry” Price shook his head, hand laying on the side of his neck, as if that would persuade them not to make him eat. He laid back on his elbows, flashing his playful smirk.
“The longer you refuse to eat, the longer you’ll be stuck in here” They shrugged, using their sleeves to stay between their hands and the hot bowl so it doesn’t burn them. He rolled his eyes and blew a raspberry, plopping back down.
“Feed me?”
“Huh?”
“You heard me”
Shark searched on his face, any sign that he was just joking around, waiting for him to just laugh it off. Yet he stayed the same, pushing himself up, waiting for them to feed him. Eventually they gave in, signing before sitting up from their seat and standing at his bedside.
They grabbed a spoon full of the meat and warm broth and slid the back against the rim of the bowl to prevent it from dripping. They can’t believe they were doing this, but it was for the health of their captain. Holding it up to his mouth to which he happily took, humming satisfyingly.
“You have arms y’know” Shark pressed another spoonful up to his mouth, eyes fixated on his lips when he slipped the spoon into his mouth, looking back at his eyes. Price shrugged and took a second to chew before answering them.
“I don’t see you stopping” He tilted his head up at them, resting back on his hands and smiling up at Shark.
