#task force 141

[weshouldbeloversinsteadx]

I just started a playlist mood board for the 141 boys and goddamn I have to spend less time on this app.

[arika0007]

[sonicfangal]

I know it's been a hot minute since I've posted, been a rough year this year.

But I am making #choiceshaveconsequences on Wattpad! It doesn't have a set date, but it is coming out soon! Come stop by!

[godofgarlicbread]

American! Roach, Alex and Soap breaking the sound barrier bc Scotland, The USA, and the Knicks all won.

[addywriteswhimsies]

Thinking about Kyle 'Gaz' Garrick being an absolute softie outside the military. That man will 100% cater to your every need whether it's making your morning coffee or knowing ̶t̶h̶e ̶p̶o̶s̶i̶t̶i̶o̶n ̶y̶o̶u ̶̶l̶̶i̶̶k̶e ̶t̶o ̶g̶e̶t ̶f̶u̶c̶k̶e̶d ̶t̶h̶e ̶b̶e̶s̶t

He'll wake up earlier than you just to make sure you get a proper breakfast unlike the black coffee & apple you feed yourself everyday before going to work. He's definitely a good cook, although not any Michelin five star dishes but that man knows what to feed his girlfriend.

Also when he's actively deployed the man will make sure his phone has automated messages, since he's a tech expert I best believe he'll make sure to prepare voice mails just in case you decide to call him mid ops.

𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐝. 𝐃𝐨. 𝐍𝐨𝐭. 𝐔𝐬𝐞. 𝐌𝐲. 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐤.

©𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐬𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐬𝐢𝐞𝐬

[eskelrawr]

THE COFFEE MACHINE - task force 141 fanfic

Ghost woke up to find the coffee machine broken. Not Gaz, who had just disappeared. Weird, isn't it?

Soap, drinking his tea, looked at Ghost without knowing the problem: Ghost had been standing in the little kitchen area for 15 minutes.

The Scottish soldier stood up so abruptly that his chair scraped loudly against the floor. Ghost barely reacted. That, more than anything, convinced Soap that the situation was serious.

For the last fifteen minutes, Ghost had been standing in front of the broken coffee machine like a man attending a funeral. He wasn't trying to fix it anymore. He wasn't even touching it. He was simply staring at it with the same expression he usually reserved for failed missions.

Soap finished his tea and watched him for another minute.

Ghost remained miserable.

With a sigh, Soap pushed himself away from the table and grabbed his jacket from the hook by the door. The movement finally caught Ghost's attention.

"Where are you going?"

"The nearest city."

A slight frown appeared beneath the skull balaclava.

"Why?"

Soap looked at him as though the answer should have been obvious.

"Because if I have to spend another hour watching you mourn a coffee machine, I'm going to lose my mind."

Ghost scoffed.

"I'm not mourning it."

"Aye, and I'm the Queen."

Ghost opened his mouth, presumably to argue, but Soap was already walking toward the exit.

"The machine's dead. I'm buying another one."

"That's unnecessary."

Soap paused at the door.

For a brief moment, he considered pointing out that Ghost looked seconds away from declaring a national day of mourning. Instead, he simply shook his head.

"Sure, mate."

The base sat in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by miles of rough terrain and roads that seemed determined to test every vehicle that drove over them. The nearest city wasn't exactly close. The trip would take well over an hour, assuming everything went smoothly.

Normally, Soap would have complained.

Today, however, he spent most of the drive laughing to himself.

Nobody would ever believe this if he told them.

The terrifying Lieutenant Ghost. The man who could stare down armed enemies without blinking. The man who routinely intimidated grown soldiers into silence....Completely defeated by a coffee machine.

The image alone was worth the trip.

By the time Soap reached the city, he had fully committed to the mission.

If he was going to replace the machine, he was going to do it properly.

The first shop offered dozens of models. Small ones, oversized ones, complicated ones with enough buttons to launch a satellite. Soap spent nearly half an hour wandering through the aisles while trying to imagine which machine Ghost would hate the least.

The answer was eventually obvious.

Something reliable..Something worth it.

Something that wouldn't break after six months.

Something that made coffee without requiring a ten-page manual.

After choosing a machine, he added several bags of premium coffee beans to his cart. Then some biscuits. Then a few other things that caught his attention. By the time he reached the register, he had somehow spent far more money than originally planned.

Worth it ? Of course.

The drive back passed quickly.

When Soap finally returned to base and carried the large box through the door, he immediately spotted Ghost sitting in the kitchen.

The lieutenant looked up from his seat.

For a moment, his eyes followed the box.

Then they followed Soap.

Then they returned to the box, like a curious cat..Soap felt an unreasonable amount of satisfaction.

"Miss me?"

The answer, you guess always the same :

"No."

Soap smile, and roll his eyes, amused by his friend.

"You've been waiting here, haven't you?"

Ghost's silence was answer enough.

Soap laughed and began unpacking the machine.

The process attracted attention almost immediately. Price appeared first, drawn by the sound of cardboard being torn open. He took one look at the new appliance and immediately understood the situation.

"Machine broke?"

"Aye."

Price nodded once.

"That explains it."

A few minutes later, Gaz wandered in and stopped dead at the sight of Soap kneeling on the floor with instruction manuals scattered around him.

"What happened?"

"The coffee machine died."

"...Oh." Said Gaz quickly looking away.

The entire task force seemed to understand the gravity of the situation...for Ghost.

Once everything was assembled, Soap plugged the machine in and pressed the power button.

The low hum that followed filled the room.

Immediately, every pair of eyes shifted toward Ghost.

The lieutenant tried to pretend he wasn't interested. And...He failed spectacularly.

Fresh coffee began brewing.

The smell spread through the kitchen within seconds.

Ghost's posture changed almost instantly.

The tension that had settled across his shoulders since that morning eased away. The permanent scowl softened just enough to be noticeable.

Soap caught it. Price caught it...Gaz definitely caught it.

None of them said a word. The first mug was poured and handed over without ceremony.

Finally, Ghost gave a single nod. It was a tiny gesture, barely visible.

But Soap felt victorious.

"There he is," he said.

Ghost shot him a warning look over the rim of his mug.

The drive had taken nearly three hours in total. He'd wasted most of his afternoon and spent more money than he intended.

Yet as Ghost stood there drinking his coffee with the expression of a man whose world had finally been restored to its proper order, Soap couldn't find it in himself to regret a single second of it.

Some people bought flowers for their partners.

Some people bought chocolates.

Soap apparently drove across half the country to buy a replacement coffee machine for his work husband.

And honestly?

He'd probably do it again.

[sophfrickingcool]

Kyle and His Hat

Hi guys, I hope you all like this, it's just something i'm creating real quick to get out of my brain haha <3 I got the inspiration for this from a post by @artemisthemooner , you should go check out their amazing work I had a blast binge reading it <3 !!!! Anyways let's get into it!

Btw guys, this is CW FOR SUGGESTIVE CONTENT, MINOR SEXUAL INTERACTION, IMPLIED/HEAVILY SUGGESTED SEXUAL CONTENT

Your boyfriend Kyle wore that thing everywhere. Missions, shopping, around the house, whatever it may be, the hat is always with him. It's seen some shit too, not that you had ever really gotten the full history of the mysterious hat, you could just tell from the way the dark blue had started to fade from wear and the Union Jack emblem was peeling away at one corner. Johnny always joked that it was time to put the old thing in retirement—and by retirement, he meant the bin. Sure Kyle joked back, but you knew the hat wasn't gonna disappear anytime soon. And honestly—you didn't mind. The hat was just so distinctly Kyle, a constant presence in both of your lives. So ya, when Kyle goes out to the store one day, you do decide to try it on—what's the harm?

You tentatively grab it, feeling like a sneaking child for some reason. Getting it in your hands, you smooth your fingers over the worn denim and the threaded patch. Moving to you and Kyle's shared bedroom, you stand in front of the vanity and slowly settle it over your curls. The brims a little wide and it slips down slightly, cover your peripherals just enough. But mostly—it just feels like home, it feels (and smells) like Kyle. Lost in thought, you don't notice Kyle watching you, his soft gaze completely enamored on the sight of you wearing his things—god you just don't know what you do to him. Yelping in surprise, you squeal as two big arms wrap around your shoulders, Kyle now pressed up against your back.

"mm, looks good on you baby," Kyle murmurs, pressing a soft kiss in your neck which leaves you gasping. His hands run up and down your body, giving your ass a quick squeeze and a pat as his hand comes back up to cup your chin (I Stan Kyle as an ass man.). "Wanna tell me why you're wearing my hat?"

"Uhh," you stammer out, feeling like a child caught acting out.

"Relax baby, 'm na mad, love seeing you in my things," Kyle reassures you, planting another kiss on top of your hat-clad head. You involuntarily let out a shiver as his hands (once again) find your ass and give a slight pinch. Before you can get out another word, you're spun around so that you're facing him and your back is pressed into the vanity by his large form, hips pinning you in place. He takes a step back admiring you even as you squirm under his gaze. "Shh baby, don't need to be blushing and squirming, 's jus me," he'll coo. You whine as snaps a picture, immediately saving it to the secret album he made just for you his camera roll. Tossing the phone aside, he wraps his massive hands around your waist, lifting you and pressing you against the wall, slipping one arm under your thighs as your legs interlock where they meet at his back. Now he's got his face pressed against you, sucking at your neck while one hand moves lower to knead your ass.

Who knows, maybe later he'll make you wear his hat while he fucks you until you're reduced to a mindless, blabbing mess.

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Anyways guys, let me know any feedback in the comments or my asks. As always, I would love to get any requests, I don't really have set limits I just go ask by ask what I'm comfortable with so seriously please request something.

Also, question for readers and writers: Do y'all want different characters, pronouns, explicit physical descriptions, more general characters that are GN? Most of my characters could probably be read pretty ambiguously but in my head my "base" character is me: a 22 yr old, 5'5 American woman with curly brown hair (you may see some of these physical descriptors in my work).

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Finally, just another suggestion to go check out @artemisthemooner 's blog, their work is great!! Thank ya'll have a great day <3

[arika0007]