sorry im back lol. thinking about 141 sleeping habits!! (not sexual)
price has a tried and true bedtime routine. so much so he gets extremely grumpy when it's not followed to the letter. wants to be showered and cuddled by a specific time. price likes to watch you play games on your phone/console while he lays on your shoulder before he decides he wants you to himself. price will pull you into his chest and kiss your neck and back softly until he gets you all soft and pliant. whispers how he loves you into your ear before he puts his head between your shoulder blades. grabs one of your hands and interlaces your fingers. can't sleep well without having his little love all wrapped up.
i feel like ghost would be inconsistent in bedtime. he sometimes goes to bed after you do, rather than with you, so he'll wrap himself around you. he likes to rub your back sometimes and smell your hair. when you guys go down together, he faces himself towards you and holds your hands. simon is very reverent and will worship you at any given opportunity. however, on the rare occasion he's out before you, simon LOVES when he wakes up as little spoon. makes him so soft knowing you want to touch him as much as he wants you. (extra: simon loves it when you have one of his big tees on. feel like he'd "get you sleepwear" and it's just a well worn shirt of his.)
johnny... the sudsy boy. i know he just sprawls all over the bed. loves for you to be on top of him or him on you. can't stay consistently still so you both move around a lot on the bed. probably will be on the other side of the bed when you wake up. however, he gets pissy when you try to separate from him during the night. you're his, bonnie, stop trying to get him off. needs to have a handful of you at all time for peace of mind. johnny loves you so much and needs that physical reassurance!
gaz is so romantic. i feel it in my blood. def takes several pages out of prices book, yet is still distinct. will always go to bed when you do unless he can't, doesn't matter if he's wired from caffeine or drowsy when you're not. he loves to sit on the toilet seat while he watches you ready for bed. kyle loves when you lay nose to nose beside each other with the lights out. loves it when you card your fingers through his hair and whisper little praises to him. mumbles them back, placing little kisses on your face as he wraps you close to him.
Me getting ready, doing my makeup in the mirror & listening to varying types of music from love songs to emo songs to sexual songs just imagining taskforce 141 watching me get ready for an undercover mission as the decoy with differing reactions.
warnings: allusions to and descriptions of graphic sexual situations, oral (male receiving), hair pulling
Simon’s trying not to get turned on listening to the sexual lyrics leaving your lips. Words he’s never heard you say, or if he say, it’s scarce and only in retaliation to a joke someone’s made. Listening to your breathing change with your singing, it draws back memories of how you sound in distress; heavy breathing, hot and heavy under different circumstances. He wonders how you’d kiss, if you’d be slow and passionate, taking your time to explore him with your mouth. Maybe you’d be desperate and desirous, tongue making an appearance as it swipes at his bottom lip. Would you tease him with your teeth? The way he’d love to hear how you sound as he makes you come undone. He struggles watching you put on your lipstick, imagining the color smeared in different places, kiss marks adorning certain places on both of your bodies. It’s the way he can clearly imagine the way you’d look up at him innocently with your doe eyes, dribble, spit, and cum dripping from your chin after you’ve just taken care of him. Oh, how he’d be more than willing to get on his knees and return the favor. 💄
Gaz can’t help but chuckle to himself as he loves to hear your voice. It’s not often you all sing and get to see each other at ease, but it’s one of the times he cherishes with all of you. While he makes sure everything’s prepared to go with Nikolai and everyone else is making progress, the music distracts him time to time. He can’t deny your singing is lovely, and your choice in music is something he’s always enjoy, even if there’s certain genres he’d never admit to liking in front of the boys. Yet, he’s surprised by a few choices. After a while, he takes a break, getting a drink nearby as he quietly whispers the lyrics you’re singing to himself, knowing the song. Yet, as he turns and leans back against the counter he can’t help as his eyes scan the room and eventually land on you. Taking in the outfit your taskforce had picked out carefully earlier that week (he remembers how hard that decision was to come to with everyone needing to be in agreement. That… was an event in itself) Kyle takes in your curves and the exposed skin he rarely gets to see while out on the field. Sure, he’s seen you in various different attire and even in compromised positions, but this is different. Preening and primping, you look like a proper doll and he can’t help but imagine the mascara you’re applying just streaking down your face, your elegantly done hair messy and undone, exposed neck and legs covered in bruises and hickies and love bites by the time he’s done with you. The way improper and unprofessional images of the two of you flood his mind in various different places in many tantalizing positions has him clearing his throat guiltily before making himself look busy and attempting to refocus and return to the task at hand. You’re dangerous, and he’s sure you know it. 💋
Price is mesmerized by the way you style your hair, brushing through your (long) locks and putting it up in a slicked back ponytail. The event isn’t high-class, and your style is modern and sleek enough to bypass as just a stylish choice. Despite trying to focus on the blueprint layouts of the building, he gets distracted by the way you run your fingers through your hair, putting some type of oil—it wouldn’t be conditioner, would it?—in it. Intrusive images of him tugging on that ponytail and keeping you held tight to him by it circulating in his mind. 🎀
Johnny is blown away by you… wholly. Transfixed in his seat at the table as he loads up the equipment, he can’t help but pause here and there to take note of the process. The way you seem so skilled at applying the makeup and transforming your look. You’ve always been stunning, even from the first time he’d laid eyes on you. But this… this is a side of you he hasn’t seen. Sure, he’s seen you in makeup before, but… something about the process, the behind the scenes look at you applying things bit by bit just turns him on. Your lashes curled, getting thicker and more pronounced with the dark mascara. Your eye colors just popping even more with whatever you’d done to your eyelids when he’d looked away to pack up the case at his feet. The way you sing and laugh to yourself as you seem genuinely content, not at all worried about what you’re walking into is… admirable, to say the least. And if that doesn’t have him wanting to praise you and make you see how good you look in the mirror bent over that table with him whispering nothing but sweet words in your ear, his hand on the small of your back as he draws out the sweetest of sounds and contorts your face with pleasure, then he’ll be damned. 🪞
All of the taskforce having to shave off their facial hair for a mission but Price forgot these guys are dumbasses.
Soap almost shot his own reflection cuz he couldn’t recognise himself.
Gaz is sobbing in the corner because he looked like a teenager without it and was barred from the liquor store.
And Ghost keeps reflexively decking Price everytime he walks by because he’s so not used to seeing Price without a beard that he automatically assumes it’s stranger danger and hence on sight whenever they cross paths.
Even Price refuses to admit he sometimes doesn’t register these kids standing in front of them as his men because they look so much different, so much younger.
it's sunny and im smiling about it. 141 beach day...
ghost is lurking under an umbrella. had you put some sunscreen on his back to prevent him from frying like an egg. he's like a vampire for most the day until it starts to cool off. makes you come with him from where you're resting near him to walk along the shore. gives you some pretty shells, holds your hand "so you don't fall over from the waves." def doesn't get a picture of you and him in the sunset as his lock screen when you're gazing out into the deep blue.
soap and gaz are everywhere! they want to do everything. they play a game of volleyball together (they totally don't look over to see whether or not you're watching them) and get sweaty and gross. swim for a bit and try to catch some fish with their hands. soap definitely gets burnt and makes gaz go find some aloe for it. he asks you to rub it on his shoulders, sighing contently and kisses your temple as a thank you. gaz helps you identify the different little crabs and other critters running around the beach. points at cool birds and landmarks in the distance, smiling as you nod happily in reply. they both want to rent a jet ski next time.
price disappears for a good portion of the day. rents a surfboard and gives it a go for the first time in years. isn't bad, either, likes the water on his skin. when he shows back up for the picnic lunch, he smiles when you worry on him. "shouldn't disappear that long by yourself, price, it's not safe!" smiles and pats your head, what a kind little bird. he takes you out a bit in the water and lets you try to balance on the board. smiles when you're either a natural or fall ungracefully into the water. you both end up swimming around and looking for dolphins. price totally holds you in his arms for a bit to let you rest your body.
by the end of the day, you're all pretty tired. as soon as you fall into the backseat of price's truck, you're in the middle asleep on a shoulder. all the boys smile at you as price starts the truck. they need to take you out more.
god i feel rough (failing delusionship) so let's do a quick little reaction to giving the 141 little gifts
you and soap regularly sit around and watch your favorite movies. gives you guys something extra to talk about while out in the field. most of them military related like American sniper or some really stupid comedies like the Hangover. A long time favorite of both of yours is the Office, though. So when you're on leave and see one of those stupid Dunder Mifflin keychains, you don't even think twice about getting it for him. When you're back and give it to him, Johnny gets real quiet and puts it on his keys. Gives you a little kiss to your temple and turns on one of your favorite episodes. Keeps you in his arms for awhile after that, platonically of course, bonnie.
ghost and you don't really talk much. you're both together a lot though, existing in each other's orbit. he does paperwork, cleans his guns, stitches up a new mask, whatever. you work on a new hobby, watch YouTube, sleep, or yap into the void. nevertheless, you two are very close. imagine simon's surprise one day as you two sit, your back against his shoulder, as you finish up a friendship bracelet for him. intricate little heart design. you hold it out to him in offering with a little smile, a bit too cautious for his taste. holds his wrist out, lets you put it on him. doesn't say much, but notices you made yourself a matching one. takes it, puts it on your wrist, and brings it to where his mouth is under his mask. little peck. best gift he's ever gotten, birdie. goes back to his work, but it becomes his fidget toy. inspects your wrist when he sees you without yours, brows furrowed. follows you around like a little lost puppy until you confirm that yes, simon, everything's fine.
gaz is baby. he loves spending time with you around base. your room is next to his, making it is easy for you two to meet up and have a nice time. however, his time in the military has made him harder and more forgetful to civilian celebrations and traditions. so when you two are sitting on night watch and you pull out a little cake with happy birthday gaz written on it, he remembers fond memories of a time before. loves you for bringing good memories to his forefront. shares with you, feeding you with his fork. pinkies linked as you watch the sunrise.
gruff old man price won't accept much. he's got a lot on his plate, doesn't need much else going on around him. however, when his favorite little sergeant stops by with a little treat and a cigar for him, he's gooey. all pleasant smiles, wonderful manners, asking about your day. hides his emotions when you mention a pesky little flea on another squad has been bothering you. don't worry, darling, you don't know it but he'll take care of it (if one of his boys doesn't first).
they'd be jealous of eachothers attention on you if they didn't feel the exact same way. pretty little thing, only for them.
Nobody knows what Ghosts’ take in music or movies is.
Everytime the 141 have a move night they always ask him what he’d want to watch, or if there are some things he would like them to avoid because everyone had stuff that might trigger them.
Ghost would simply shrug and say he was fine with whatever they were choosing. But Soap wasn’t satisfied with this answer.
He started becoming curious, poking around and only getting vague answers in written. It started getting to him so much he decided to make it his mission to find out what Ghost likes to watch.
And one night, when everyone’s not on base and Ghost had paused a movie he was watching to go to the bathroom, Johnny all but leaps towards the computer to find out what he was watching.
And then he started weeping.
Because no one, absolutely no fucking one, would have ever imagined the feared lieutenant, Simon Ghost Riley.
People have sometimes heard it at night, and stories spread like wildfires about the Devil’s serenade that resonated from deep within the ocean’s waters.
His voice was ethereal- something so deep yet so soothing it’s vibrations can be felt in your bones.
Those who’ve heard it described it as a heavy mist rolling down the hills. It was soft yet thick, and the you wouldn’t even realise the moment it engulfed you, but when it did you would be forever lost in its blanket of melody.
Ghost had always known that there was something hiding within him. Something that felt like a heaviness in his chest, an ache that he didn’t know how to heal and with each passing day it suffocated him.
Until one day, everything got too much for him, his heart was pounding and there was a tightness in his chest that wasn’t letting him breathe. So he ran as far away as he could from home, dove into the water and screamed.
Bubbles ran for the surface, and as Simon clutched his ears and screamed for the air to escape him it reignited the spark that burnt like lava in his heart.
He never spoke, his lullabies almost never having words. Just.. sounds and melodies. Hymns and sweet syllables that awoke from something that had been slumbering for far too long.
It’s what entranced the heart, made the listener fall into his world.. for what could be more hypnotising then hearing what remembers raw emotions? Feeling your soul ease with the rush of its hidden secrets rushing into your veins so you could feel their tendrils shiver through you?
And for the first time in forever, he could finally breathe again.
The soothing notes of his voice were amplified and guided by the water, and his heart opened up to let every single thing flow out of him.
People described a boy walking out of the river, with skin that glistened with the shimmer of the moonlight. With eyes that pierced your soul, and held a tint of the rivers hue.
