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blog masterlist ♡
about me
note: all of my works are x f!reader & mdni. i don't just write for only cod, so if there are any other characters you guys want me to write, requests are open!
call of duty
task force 141
on my period and thinking and how husband!john price would be the type of man to indulge his gorgeous woman in retail therapy during this time of the month. (also thank you all for 800 followers, i'm so grateful for every single one of you and it makes my heart swell to know that you guys enjoy my blog & my writing ♡)
husband!john who takes you to victoria's secret on your period because he knows it's your favorite store. he sees the way you go to the mail and save the coupons they send you for later.
husband!john who furrows his eyebrows in frustration when you look up at him and ask, "how much can i spend?" with your pretty doe eyes. he scoffs at the question and dismisses it with a, "spend as much as you want, pretty girl" and a kiss on your cheek.
husband!john who surprisingly doesn't feel out of place at vs like most guys with their women. he thinks to himself that men like that are not men but little boys, immature and pathetic. he's by your side the whole time throughout the store, a hand on the small of your back as you look around. he thinks you'd look good in everything and voices his opinion about what would look good on you, but he lets you take the lead.
husband!john who licks his lips when you finally pick up the first thing you want: a blush pink babydoll nightgown. lace adorns the neckline, and all john can think about is seeing you in it and then right after stripping it off your body. when you ask him, "how is this?" all he can manage is an approving nod, a palm sliding down from his nose to his beard, scratching it to control his urge to take you right then and there.
the type of photos you’d take of simon riley when he’s off-duty
reader x ghost except reader is middle eastern and kinda self conscious of how her arms are lowkey as hairy as his and thinks shes “less feminine” for it (im projecting)
simon riley x sergeant/woc!reader summary: you hate your arm hair amongst other things, but simon couldn't care less. & a little banter about colonizing w/ simon bc he's a british babe LMAO a/n: OMG YES PLEASE I'M PAKISTANI AND I HAVE ARM HAIR SO THIS SPOKE TO ME OMGGGG YESSSSSSSS PLEASEEEE i love your mind. i had so much fun writing this btw.
If Simon Riley was given the chance to describe you, "unfeminine" wouldn't be on the list. You thought otherwise, however.
"I mean look at this, LT. I have as much arm hair as you at this point." You huffed in frustration. You were in the fitness center on the treadmill, trousers and short-sleeved shirt showcasing your arms. You knew you had hair. You didn't have to use eyebrow pencil because your eyebrows were already thick enough. You didn't have to use mascara all the time because your eyelashes were long enough. You barely even used any hair products because thank goodness the hair on your head was healthy enough.
You loved your hair until it came down to your arms. You extend your arms out in front of you, showing your lieutenant the hair growth on them. He was on the treadmill beside you running. While you huffed in frustration at your physical appearance, he was huffing because of physical exertion.
He slows down the speed to a brisk walk before talking to you. "It's just hair, you know." He shrugs his shoulders, "Normal."
You squint at the tall man in annoyance. Why is he so nonchalant about this? "Easy for you to say." You bite back. "As a woman I shouldn't have this much hair on my arms. It's weird and not even feminine."
"Said who?" He tilts his head. If he had the courage. (which he still has yet to build up even after working with you for several years) he would take you by the arms, pin them over your head, and make out with every inch of your body until he gets in between your legs. Hopefully then, you would feel like a woman. tell you how beautiful you were. That you were, to him, the epitome of being a woman. You were strong-willed yet kind, fierce yet ethical, and had a job that most men would rather scurry away from than ever think of pursuing.
im ovulating and currently the only men running through my head are jon bernthal, tom hardy, and nick bosa
just watched the new gta vi trailer and omg do i need me some jason duval RIGHT NEOWWWWW
being the oldest daughter in an ethnic household has been taking a little toll on me lately so let us indulge in roommate!gaz shall we
roommate!gaz who loves to spend his evenings with you in the living room watching whatever you put on the tv. you've currently had this obsession with shows about the military because of gaz, but he absolutely hates the inaccuracy in them. he'll make an occasional comment like "this guy has some magic gun, shooting all these rounds but hasn't reloaded once." on the bright side, he's watching these shows with you and he would never complain about that.
roommate!gaz who does that thing dads do when you say you like a certain food/snack and then buys them in bulk the next time he heads to the store. he said he was getting "nothing much. just some eggs and milk" when he was leaving. but when he walks into the apartment an hour later, you turned out it was a lie. he unloads the groceries and then several packs of your favorite snack. he offers you a warm smile, "you said you liked these a lot the other day, thought i'd buy some for ya."
roommate!gaz who comes back from deployment with trinkets for you always. his work is global and he is never in one country for too long, so there'd be no better way to spend his time around the world than taking the time to get you something. he loves seeing your reactions at the trinkets he brings, your hands holding the little object carefully and your eyes wide in fascination.
roommate!gaz who loves to brag to the 141 boys about how "phenomenal" his roommate is. he talks about how he thinks your job is so cool, how your hobbies are so interesting, and how your personality is enough to brighten his mood after a rough day. subconsciously, he's just listing the reasons he's in love with you. the boys know that he's smitten, but they wouldn't dare to bring it up until he realizes it for himself.
cw: fluff, cowgirl afab reader x ghost, grumpy x sunshine, clumsy reader
HEADCANON: the team meets Ghost’s little bird
PAIRING: Simon Riley x reader
It all started when Soap, half-joking -- not really -- asked over a pint of that terrible guinness that one of the recruits mentioned that he voiced out a lingering thought out loud,
"So, Ghost. Ye ever gonna introduce us to yer missus? Or is she just some hallucination ye made up tae wind us up aye?"
Ghost, who had never confirmed nor denied anything about his personal life, simply shrugged. "Pub. Friday. Seven."
Soap thought he was joking.
At exactly Friday, seven-fucking-pm though. Soap. Soap realized he was wrong.
They met at a grimy pub near base. Price was wary. Gaz looked openly curious. Soap just looked excited, because how normal could Ghost’s wife possibly be? Some goth lady with a death glare? A sniper with a scar over her eye? A shadow in human form?
None of the above.
What actually walked in was—
A tiny woman in a beat-up leather jacket, dusty denim jeans, a battered cowboy hat tilted low over her messy braid. Coupled with a pair of cracked leather boots that clomped across the floor like she owned the place.
Holy shit
She looked like she could ride a bull, shoot a rifle, and kiss you breathless — not necessarily in that order.
She waved frantically the moment she spotted them though — knocking over a chair and nearly tripping over her own boots as she did.
"HEY, SI" she yelled across the entire bar.
Ghost — stoic, terrifying, 6'4" Ghost — immediately straightened in his seat like a teenager seeing his crush. He actually moved. Stood up. Went to meet her halfway like she was the only thing that existed.
Soap’s jaw was physically on the table.
This tiny woman. Small. Wiry. Sun-kissed and with the greatest pair of tits Soap has ever seen immediately launched herself into Ghost’s arms like a missile. He caught her easily -- of course -- one hand on her lower back, the other ruffling her tousled brown hair with ridiculous tenderness.
Leaning down to let her smack a kiss right onto the cloth of his mask like she couldn’t give a single shit about what people thought.
She yanked the brim of his hat down over his eyes — wait! when had he gotten a hat?? — and laughed that big, reckless, wild West laugh that turned every head in the pub.
The team stared in horror and awe.
"This can’t be real," Gaz muttered. "I’m dreaming. I died in Syria."
"She's so small," Soap whispered back, scandalized. "And she’s—she’s—hot??"
They made it back to the table, Ghost’s hand resting casually on her hip like a leash.
When they made it back to the table, she shoved Ghost into a chair, plopped herself onto his lap without ceremony, and grinned at the rest of them.
"Howdy, boys," she said, tipping her hat.
Soap almost cried.
She was absolute chaos. Stole the darts right out of the wall and challenged Soap to a game ("loser buys shots, city boy" "'m from Scotland, lass" "Cattle country ain't like sheep country, sugar" "we have cows. They moo too").
Gaz: "You're so fucking stupid mate"
Soap: "Shut it aye?"
Flirted shamelessly with Ghost across the table — calling him "sugar," "cowboy," and "my big strong man" with zero shame in her Southern-twanged voice. Told Price he looked like a "sheriff with a broken heart."
Somehow wrangled Ghost into a pool match where she used him as her pool cue guide — pressed up against him, his huge hands guiding hers, while she winked at the others over her shoulder.
Ghost never smiled. Never joked. Never talked much. But with her? He was... different.
Softer. More human. Maybe even a little helpless, the poor bastard.
Price, to his credit, kept a straight face. Barely.
Soap, meanwhile -- after losing to her on those stupid darts and took on the challenge of guzzling down the said shots -- was vibrating with suppressed laughter.
She was chaos. Pure, distilled chaos — loud, funny, mean, fun, but also wildly affectionate. She stole a chip off Gaz and a stranger's plate without asking. Shooed off two creeps with a death glare who wouldn’t stop pestering the girls at the counter. Challenged the bouncer -- a hulking and massive bloke -- to arm wrestle and actually fucking won! Spent half an hour helping to take pictures of an old couple on a vacation to send to their grandkids. And started a chant for Price to shotgun a beer (he declined, though grimly but... endeared).
And through all of it, Ghost just... watched her. Silent. Steady. The same way he’d scan a perimeter — except more devoted. Soap swearing that he could even see him smile behind the mask.
At one point, she tugged on his sleeve and whispered something in his ear that made him let out a genuine, low chuckle. An actual laugh. Gaz's drink came out of his nose at that and Soap almost passed out from the shock.
By the end of the night, they were all completely obsessed with her.
(And slightly terrified. She challenged another guy twice her size to a pull-up contest and won.)
As they stumbled out of the pub, she looped an arm around Ghost’s waist and shouted, "THIS IS MY HUSBAND! HE’S BIGGER THAN YOUR HUSBAND!" at absolutely no one.
Ghost didn’t even blink. Just tugged her closer and murmured, "Alright, birdie. Inside voice yeah?."
"YOU LOVE ME BABY," she hollered back.
"Yeah," he said simply, not caring who heard. "I do."
And if anyone at the pub dared to stare — well, nobody wanted to make eye contact with a man wearing a skull mask who looked like he could bench-press a car and the woman who looked like she could drive said car through you and still smile while doing it.
Soap later: "Lass is unhinged aye?." Gaz: "You’re just mad she drank you under the table, mate." Price: "I like her. She’s good for him." Soap: "Naw, like... she’s pure mental. He’s just as daft. It’s a match made in hell, I’m tellin' ye.
Ghost, hearing them gossip: (Just shrugs.) "I like her loud. Makes it easier to find her."
masterlist
this really brings out the country music lover in me i'm crying this is so cute
cod: tf141 masterlist ♡
key: ❀ fluff // ☁ angst // ☾ smut
note: all of my works are x f!reader. i don't just write for only cod, so if there are any other characters you guys want me to write, requests are open!
Simon "Ghost" Riley
husband!simon riley headcanons ❀
roommate!simon riley headcanons ❀
dad!simon riley headcanons ❀
biker!simon riley headcanons
biker!simon riley takes you on a ride ❀
dad!simon riley soothes mom!reader's postpartum insecurities ❀
simon riley x doctor/wife!reader (suggestive) ☁❀
simon riley realized he's attracted to medic!reader ❀
mechanic!simon riley headcanons
prince!simon riley x knight!reader
mechanic!simon riley headcanons pt. 2 ☾
husband!simon x wife!reader: you love simon's biceps, and simon loves the way you love them. ❀
simon riley x soldier!reader: almost sniping an innocent target
high testosterone!simon x medic!reader ❀
snooker player!simon losing a game and coming home to wag!reader ☾
simon riley x sergeant/woc!reader: you hate your arm hair amongst other things, but simon couldn't care less (suggestive).
John "Soap" MacTavish
“i'd die for you”!mactavish x “but would you live for me?”!reader ☁
John Price
husband!john taking reader to victoria's secret headcanons
Kyle "Gaz" Garrick
roommate!gaz headcanons
Task Force 141 ~ Individual Reactions
giving the 141 boys head & your jaw locking up ☾
on your period ❀
hey do you have a masterlist?
hii no i don't :(( i think this is my sign to make one LOL, i'll get to it asap!!
in the UK the snooker is on rn and all i can think about is snooker player!simon losing a game and fucking reader silly.
is there any chance u could write this?
snookerplayer!simon riley x wag!reader cw: MDNI. pinv, mentions of breeding, (sough rex?) a/n: heyy yes 100%. i'm american so i had to do my research about this sport before writing because this is the first time i've ever heard of the sport. i guess over here our equivalent for snooker is pool. anyway here you goo ♡.
You watched his games on TV every time they were on, it was the least you could do for him.
Your eyes were glued to the screen in front of you, watching Simon's body walk around the table for the perfect angle. He's potted every single ball in their correct sequences so far, he can do it. You know he can win.
Until he didn't. His opponent managed to win first and Simon was screwed.
And so were you when he walked inside the house. You glided your eyes to Simon and saw the way his biceps tensed up as soon as he walked in. He adjusted the tie on his neck at the door and muttered an annoyed, "Bloody stupid thing" before he yanked it off. You could feel the difference in the air the way your hands started to sweat and it became hard to swallow. He peeled off his waistcoat and all you could manage to do was peer from the couch at his mannerisms. His hair looked more disheveled compared to when he left the house hours ago and you could tell it was from running his hands repeatedly through it anxiously.
He finally takes a glance at you and strides on over. You could see the anger in his eyes from losing but also the hunger. He knows you watched his game, so there was no need to announce the verdict.
Before you could utter anything, he places his head under your armpit and his arms around your waist to shovel you up over his shoulder. He didn't waste the advantage of how you were picked up to slap a rough hand on your butt with a cheeky chuckle following the sound of the smack. "Missed you bad, lovie." He said breathlessly. "Lost that stupid game and now all I want is you."
Saw a comment on your high testosterone!ghost ficlet (LOVE, by the way) about his weight being inaccurate and honestly? Being 250lbs at 6'4" is PEFECTLY FINE. I'm all about people doing whatever they want in fic and if an author wants to make Ghost 300+ lbs, you know what? Go for it. But people telling others that a 6'4" muscular guy can't weigh 250 lbs is just completely untrue.
Dare I make the argument that, because of all of the cardio involved in their work and the fact they have to remain agile enough to run/climb/jump etc. along with whatever other crazy stuff they have to do for a mission, it's actually more likely that these men would weigh LESS than 250lbs?
omg hii! i’m so glad you loved it. i also agree with you that writers can design their characters as they see fit, which is clearly what i do because that’s the beauty of writing. it’s a subjective thing and i adore seeing how other writers view simon and other characters they write about. i replied to that comment so hopefully you and others saw what i said. like you said, being 6’4 and 250 lbs is PERFECTLY FINE.
i honestly could see the 141 boys weighing less because of their workload, but i’m a 5’1 110 lb woman so i definitely cannot speak on the experience of a 6’4 250 lb man (although i would like to experience them in other ways iykyk 😉). also anon this isn’t directed to you, just a disclaimer to anyone who wants to delve into the technicalities of height and weight and whatever: THIS IS FICTION. treat it as such. i write because i enjoy it and see it as an outlet, not because i’m trying to reason with the next person that my character is physically accurate.
haii idk if you write for soap but if you do could you do john “id die for you” mactavish x f! “but would you live for me” reader? (could also work with simon if you’d prefer writing for him)
john "soap" mactavish x reader angsty // wc: 1180
a/n: hii can i just say you have perfect timing because i was planning to write about the another 141 boy next!! i'm gonna make this one a little angsty i hope you don't mind 😃👍🏼 also a belated happy national decision day to my fellow americans!! i truly wish you all the best in these next four years ♥︎
He was supposed to come home today. You had faith in him.
You lay on the couch, void of his touch and sweet words to offer you comfort while you fidgeted with your wedding ring, spinning it around your ring finger deep in thought. You thought that for once your husband would actually come home the date he promised he would. You opened your phone to glance at the text he sent yesterday:
Johnny ♡: I'll be home tomorrow, sweetheart. I can't wait to see you.
Then you shift your eyes down to the text he sent a few minutes ago:
Johnny ♡: Sorry, darling. Price needs us a little longer. Please don't wait for me tonight. I love you.
thinking about simon riley and how he gets worried when he gets his labs back from medic!reader:
"Bloody hell, Doc. You could include this in my dossier if you wanted."
You let out a chuckle at his words when you saw him skim through his blood work, a whole packet worth of vital information, from the number of red and white blood cells he has, a basic metabolic panel, and so much more. He skims through the information, every row a new test and labeled with a green "normal" on each one.
Until he reached one of the rows: testosterone.
woah it's the same anon from the knight!reader and prince!simon hc!!!
ive had this idea for a while now, but i never really got around to writing it.
what if reader and simon were deployed to a mission to kill the son of a terrorist or something
so they assume that the son is an adult at least, right?
wrong! it turns out, while they were waiting to snipe him at the plane he was getting off of, it was actually a child they had to kill.
i didnt really think up an ending for this, so you can go crazy w it!
love your writing by the way.
much love,
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simon riley x soldier!reader cw: mentions of blood & violence (military inaccuracies too) // wc: 1680 a/n: omg hi i love this idea so much, and thank you for the last bit, it means a lot to know that people like you love my writing 🥲♥︎!! can i apologize for how long this took for me to write too, i truly am so sorry. i want to thank you all for 600 followers (you guys are insane i adore you every one of you) so i decided that i should spoil yall on this gorgeous fridayyy
“So you’re telling me the job isn’t done yet?” Ghost turns his head to the TV hung on the wall, glaring daggers at the projected image of Makarov’s face.
You’re alone with Lieutenant Riley himself in a debriefing room, going over the next mission. “No, LT.” You sigh as you slide your lieutenant a manilla folder across the desk. You pace back and forth in front of the large screen, hands tucked behind you. “During the last mission, Gaz and Price have found out that not only was Milena Romanova his financier, but long-time lover. They happen to have had a lovechild: Mikhail Makarov.” You press the button to the next slide, showing a blank profile picture. “We currently have limited information on Mikhail, so we don’t have a picture of him. Age is inconclusive but it is likely that he is in his late teens and that he works as a Konni Group affiliate.
“Of course he does, Sergeant. His father was their bloody leader.” You press the button to the next slide, showing an island from a bird’s eye view. “We currently believe that Mikhail is currently residing with Milena on Plutus Island, the same private island that you and Soa—” your throat tightens up as you were about to mention his name.
It stings. You feel like a replacement to a priceless man.
btw the "spread the message" anon ask you got is spam; they're funneling money and shit; everyone gets the copy and paste shit don't feel obligated to give them attention
omg what i thought they were genuinely in need and in palestine :( i’ve deleted the reblog for now but can someone else tell me if that these accounts being spam is true? thanks a lot 🥲👍🏼
i saw a really hot cop today who had a tattoo sleeve and i couldn't help but to think about ex-military commander graves who becomes a cop after retirement and gets one of his arms fully tatted