COD Husbands: Caught staring
Scenario: You were sitting on the table in a meeting. Arms crossed,Arms crossed. Tight black compress shirt. Professional… but unavoidably plentiful.making your tits pop out more than usual
And you caught him staring
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John Price - Captain
The Veteran Who Knows He’s Screwed
You were sitting at the table during the briefing about the past mission.
He was mid-sentence when his eyes dropped.
You: “...Price?”
He blinks. Looks up like a teenager caught sneaking a smoke.
“Hmm?”
“My eyes are up here.”
“I noticed. Eventually.”
Coughs. Clears throat. Entirely avoids looking at you the rest of the meeting.
“Just making sure you weren’t smuggling explosives.”
''PRICE''
Later leaves a coffee cup at your desk later with a post-it:
“No milk. No staring. Sorry.”
Simon Riley - Ghost
Tactical Failure of the Flesh
You leaned over to check the map. Just a little. You didn’t plan it.
He stared.
You caught it.
You: “Ghost.”
Ghost: silent pause. “...Yes?”
You: “My chest isn’t a mission file.”
Another pause. A soft inhale.
“Shame. It’s got excellent coverage.”
He doesn’t speak again for the rest of the day.
You get extra rations at dinner and a protein bar labeled:
“For classified assets only.”
John MacTavish- Soap
Absolutely Unrepentant
He wasn’t even trying to hide it.
You leaned back, arms crossed, talking like normal.
His eyes were locked in.
You: “Really?”
Soap: “Excuse me for staring at knockers like yours. How can anyone NOT be staring?"
Leans back, smiling.
“They’re glorious. Truly inspirational. I salute you-can I hold them?”
You slap his arm.
He laughs and mutters:
“I’d take a bullet for ‘em, no joke.”
Kyle Garrick- Gaz
Sunburned by His Own Shame
You noticed him staring halfway through your sentence.
He blinked, jolted upright, and—
“I—I wasn’t—LOOK, I was zoning out, I didn’t even know where I was looking—”
You raise a slow eyebrow.
He flushes bright red. Like, dangerously red.
Trips over the table leg trying to get up and walk it off.
Later you find a note:
“I am a professional. You are a professional. I am so sorry.
Sincerely, Embarrassed Kyle.”
Alejandro Vargas
The Charmer With No Regrets
You: “You staring at my tits, Vargas?”
Alejandro: “Mmm… just appreciating the topography, mi amor.”
Smiles. Leans back in his chair.
“Sharp incline. Excellent structure. Five-star view.”
You toss your pen at him.
He catches it. Still grinning.
“Tactical distraction. You weaponize it well.”
König
Broke His Own Brain
You sat. Crossed your arms. Spoke like normal.
He. Did. Not. Survive.
You: “König.”
Eyes wide. Frozen stiff.
“I am… I… I’m sorry—boobs? I mean—they—*you—*I looked by accident!”
Starts panicking.
Backs into a chair. Drops his gloves. Mutters prayers in German.
You: “They’re just boobs.”
König, whispering:
“They are everything. I am weak.”
Phillip Graves
Graves — Zero Shame, Full Flirt
You: “I saw you staring.”
Graves: grinning “And you sat like that on accident?”
You: “...Excuse me?”
Graves: “Come on, sweetheart. That was a booby trap and you know it.”
Tilts his head, smug and very pleased with himself.
“I can keep pretending to read the mission brief. Or we can acknowledge your assets like grown-ups.”
You chuck a stapler at him.
He still winks.
