OH MY GOD I LITERALLY JUST HAD AN IDEA JUST STAY WITH ME.
YOU KNOWS THOSE STORIES OF PEOPLE MAKING BUILD A BEARS OF THEIR LOVED ONES WHO GO OFF TO WAR? I HAVE TWO SEPARATE IDEAS
1. MW3 canon campaign happens, and 141 recieves personalised build a bears with different messages said by Johnny for every member. Heartbreaking angsty shit. John puts his on his desk and doesn't let anyone comment on it, Kyle sleeps with his every night and plays the message before bed, Simon hugs it before every mission for good luck and kisses its forehead. Even Laswell gets one (much to her distress), hers stays right in her living room, right next to a "family photo" as Nik called it. It's just a group picture but holds a very special place in her heart.
Every build a bear also has some sort of "charm" inside. It's right next to stuffie's heart and has matching bracelets because Johnny loved braiding.
2. MW3 Canon never fucking happened and Johnny survived, so 141 makes him a build a bear to hold onto while he's in a coma. He wakes up while they're gone and accidentally plays the audio. Every press has a different message and Johnny holds onto that bear like his life fucking depends on it. He will not let the nurses lay a goddamn finger on it because it's his. They made it for HIM, and he's not going to let go of something so precious and dear. When he's in surgery? That stuffed toy stays with him, and is NOT allowed to be removed.
Ever.
Just imagine DogHybrid!Ghost getting brought in to the vet office to be put down cause the owners didnt know how big he would get or he had a biting accident or smth and vetassistant!reader just cant let that happen and brings him home via adoption or she just... steals this big ass dog man
been thinking of nothing but Simon’s husband dying young and being an organ donor and his heart going to some Scottish punk in the highlands who didn’t even want it, who just wanted to die. but someday the two of them meet and fall in love
CoD Headcanon: Fashion
Kyle “Gaz” Garrick:
actually wanted to make this post because of him, “Thank you, Kyle.”, we all say in unison
I oh so desperately think he dresses so casually it looks clean as fuck. he’s definitely the best dressed out of the 141, in my opinion. going for groceries? meeting up at a pub? Kyle looks great! also, bottom left photo? holding true to the board, I firmly believe Kyle has totes - different colors, some with logos, a couple well used and loved. totes and caps, Kyle has a nice collection
my fun little headcanon is that Kyle will match his outfits to whatever hat or tote he plans on using for the day. and he has a wardrobe to match - t-shirts, button ups, jumpers, turtlenecks, Kyle has variety. a lot of them are gifts from his family (who have his fashion sense down to a science). his aunts and uncles definitely pay the most attention to what Kyle’s wearing whenever they see him, they never miss when buying him new jeans or shoes
Kim “Horangi” Hong-Jin:
he’s sleek and knows how to dress, tell me I’m wrong. Kim prefers to wear black simply because he doesn’t have to put too much effort into matching different colors and pieces. he can, he just doesn’t want to. his wardrobe has impressive range - formal, casual, athletic, form fitting, baggy, literally anything for any season. he’ll wear the occasional cream, he doesn’t like how bright pure white is
Kim won’t hesitate to accessorize either, watches, rings, bracelets, he’s got a couple different pairs of sunglasses too. he’s also got black face masks, ever so slightly different shades of off-black. belts, he’ll splurge on real leather belts and shoes. what can I say, sometimes a gambler likes to put that cash into his presentation
Nikolai:
admittedly, I don’t know much about Nikolai. that said, I see that man, I envision him in a leather pilot jacket. does this agree with how the fandom as a whole sees him? I have no clue, I just see his slicked back hair and smug grin and know I need to cram him in one of these. I’m well aware this could be a hit or miss, but I’m willing to take a hit on this blind stance
I’d also like to say I can see him in a white tank top and worn, weathered jeans. he strikes me as someone who would get grease on his hands and haphazardly wipe them on his work pants. in addition to that, his shoes are always a little bit worn somehow, they don’t stay looking new for long
Phillip Graves:
you gave me a Southern country boy, I had to give him blue jeans - it’s only right. he’s proud of his country roots, and I firmly believe his family has a farm. with that in mind, when Phillip is on leave I fully expect him to be working and helping around the land when he visits his folks. some light grey or worn white t-shirt, weathered jeans, worn and well-loved steel toe boots, and a good, sturdy belt. I like to think his mom buys him denim jackets every couple years
okay, look, as someone who grew up pretty much in the country this is accurate in my eyes. you can take the boy out of the country, but you can’t take the country out of the boy - Phillip owns at least one cowboy hat. I say at least, he probably owns a minimum of two. depending on where he grew up, I can totally see him partaking in a rodeo. his clothes are going to be dusty as hell afterwards so Phillip has a couple pairs of pants and shirts dedicated to that. can’t forget a pair of cowboy boots
Mmmf much better much adore and damn did you nail Nikolai and Graves. 💖 Damn good job
╰┈ .𖥔 ݁ ˖ MDNI/18+ ONLY, f!curvy!reader x nikprice
oh to be the plump little treat devoured by nik and price. sandwiched between two bulky, beefy, bears of men. kept warm by their burly chests, both their bodies pressed into your sides. their whiskers tickle your cheeks and ears, murmuring accented praise through kisses and long drags of cigars. all while thick, corded arms wrap around you from all angles, eager hands searching, squeezing -- savoring how deliciously ripe your plush thighs are...and then your tummy, your tits, your ass...
it's so hard to focus :( smoke utterly hazes the room, that spicy, oaky smell so heady it slows your breath. and when he deems you relaxed enough, price gently grabs you by the chin and kisses you deep, tonguing you into subservience and exhaling into your mouth while nik sucks at the side of your throat. ugh their musk, their whiskeyed breaths that they pant and grunt against your skin as they use you at the same time...oh you're sure to reek of them by the end of this.
*flailing* @machveil @nekrosmos @ghouljams @xoxunhinged yoooooooooo
Johnny takes one look at cryptid!reader, all big teethed and furry and unnaturally wide eyed and goes “yeah…..imma stick my dick in that”
This is so real he embodies the monsterfucking spirit all teeth and fur and unnatural proportions
sorry but I love LOVE the way you draw Nikolai so much it makes me want to cry everytime I see him he's so cute SO CUTE HESSSSSOOOOCUUUUTEEEEE AND EXTREMELY SQUISHY IN YOUR STYLE thank you for drawing him i love u gomzdrawfr 🫶
aaa anon thank you askdjhd xD this means so much to me thank you...im still not confident drawing that man yet, still trying to find a more consistent manner to draw his eyes and beard, but thank you <3
Prompt for you!!!
Ghost letting Raven sit on his shoulders so she can give Price a smooch on the forehead.
let's take a break and have some kisses
CoD Headcanon: Fashion
Kyle “Gaz” Garrick:
actually wanted to make this post because of him, “Thank you, Kyle.”, we all say in unison
I oh so desperately think he dresses so casually it looks clean as fuck. he’s definitely the best dressed out of the 141, in my opinion. going for groceries? meeting up at a pub? Kyle looks great! also, bottom left photo? holding true to the board, I firmly believe Kyle has totes - different colors, some with logos, a couple well used and loved. totes and caps, Kyle has a nice collection
my fun little headcanon is that Kyle will match his outfits to whatever hat or tote he plans on using for the day. and he has a wardrobe to match - t-shirts, button ups, jumpers, turtlenecks, Kyle has variety. a lot of them are gifts from his family (who have his fashion sense down to a science). his aunts and uncles definitely pay the most attention to what Kyle’s wearing whenever they see him, they never miss when buying him new jeans or shoes
Baaaaabes thank you for the fooood, but what about our other dad Nikolai? Keegan but no Nik?? 💖 I jest, you're doing wonderfully sweetie. But fuck does Gaz look way above my pay grade, so fancy 😭
I think if I redo muses as a ghoap x reader thing it would be—
Ghost and Soap have an arrangement. When they’re both on leave together, they’re together. No one else. But if one is at home and the other is deployed, both are free to have fun with other people. Soap is really the only one who takes advantage of this arrangement; Ghost isn’t interested enough in other people to bother.
Soap, bored on leave, takes up figure modeling for the novelty, and meets you, the instructor of the class and a practicing artist. What starts off as a hookup turns into someone he’s genuinely interested in.
Ghost takes notice. It’s one thing for his boy to stick his cock in something, and it’s quite another for that to intrude upon their time together—which it does. So he needs to teach his boy a lesson. It definitely isn’t jealousy. No. He just needs to remind Soap who he belongs to.
He tracks you down. But a problem presents itself—he likes you, too.
And you do not know that the two men you are sleeping with are together.
I eat up the little mermaid au. Is there more that you can tell?
Uhhhhhmmmmm teehee. Yes.
First off I think of reader as a sea angel mermaid.
It’s part of why Simon is so obsessed with her. He lives in complete darkness most times. He’s a killer. But you’re delicate. Luminescent. You are, to him, an angel. And quite small. Because I have a size kink.
It’s a less extreme difference when you’re given a human body. You don’t glow in a literal sense anymore, but Soap can still see that you’re radiant. And when he sees you in the cave by the sea, beneath Ghost, he sees the bioluminescence in your chest, and all he can think is that it makes sense that this is the real you.
As for more of the story, Ghost dives back into the water almost as soon as he sees you running from Soap (he plans on coming back for the human later, perhaps. If he feels curious.)
Your body goes back as soon as it’s surrounded by seawater. So does his. It doesn’t take him long to get to you, and he’s eager to have you make good on your deal. His tentacles wrap around you as your tears are lost in the current of the water.
“There, angel,” he comforts, “you don’ have to worry about the world up there ever again…. You’re mine now, little princess.”
“You want to eat my heart, Ghost?” You ask with a quaver in your voice, “please. Do it quickly. I don’t want to feel this way anymore.”
“Your heart will stay where it is. Where I need it to be. I’ll keep it safe for you, angel.”
He takes you back to his cave. The walls lined with glowing souls, beating hearts— every precious thing that a person has to give. He surrounds you all the time, caressing you and keeping you held tight against him.
“You don’ remember me, angel, but I remember you. I remember being denied. And everything falling apart…. But I’m gonna take back everythin’. Startin’ with you, angel. And you’re not gonna get away from me a second time.”
The time he spends preparing you for the bonding ceremony is time you barely recognize as passing. The heartbreak turns you into a passenger in your own body, and Ghost has no qualms with taking advantage of your being so pliant. The sooner you’re mated with him, the sooner he can make you forget about the world above. The sooner he can make it so that you only have eyes for him.
Normally, this is the kind of things your maids and sisters would have done with you. Stringing the pearls, weaving and braiding the charms into your hair, painting designs in ink and pigment across your skin— the crest and colors of the royal family he once represented. He takes great care in staining your skin with each design, entwining the symbology of your kingdoms with motifs of shells, corals, waves— a long held tradition. The patterns on your flesh tell a story, one that results in your union. He spends almost a full day on its completion, and another two waiting for it to darken as the stain sets in your skin.
In the time he concentrates, you keep silence between you rather than conversation. But your minds both drift to the same man with blue eyes that wanders the shores.
Fallen Angel | Really? You'll Wear It?
Sitting at the kitchen table to do your makeup had turned out to be the easiest option. Johnny had popped by earlier in the day while Simon ran some of his errands. He would follow you from room to room as he chatted at you. You could almost bet that his words got trapped when he was on a job and he needed to let them all out.
Johnny had flopped onto your bed, messing with your neatly placed stuffies and made bed, while you changed into the dress hanging on your door. Gary had asked you to dinner and sent a gorgeous velvety dress. They had started doing that, asking you on dates. You wondered, as you stepped into the dress, if they talked about it. No one ever asked you out when you already had a date planned. The dress hit your thighs and stalled. Cursing you stepped out of it and pulled it on over your head.
Johnny had started to toss one of your small stuffies above his head.