Came Home Drunk Last Night And Got Way Too Excited To See My Cat

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crybaby learns how to swim - subtitled

Male reader that is 7'3 tall like that mf towers everyone and has a big dog I mean a HUGE boy that you can ride on and perverse Male reader and sleeps on his bed literally

I just wanna see the bois on call of dutys reaction meeting him-

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141 Boys X Male Reader with a Big Wolf

When Laswell said they were getting a new soldier, Price had just expected a simple newbie that they would have to train.

The C.I.A. agent was quick to stop those thoughts when she mentioned that you were a good tracker and also had a K9 companion that also followed him around as well.

Your name was “Y/n” but went by Hound on the field. You was great at stealth despite having a height of 7’3, but you were also selectively mute. Price could only glare at your file when he also saw the picture of the K9 that was tall enough to ride on.

Price could only listen in silence as Laswell continued to tell him about the man’s skills. Some parts even making him question where the hell someone managed to find you as well.

When she concluded her speech, both said their goodbyes before hanging up. Price sat on his desk as he let his thoughts wander about Y/n and decided to get up and inform the rest of boys.

After doing so, the next day, the helo landed as Price and could only prepare himself for their newest recruit.

It seemed your file wasn’t playing tricks on him when he saw your 7’3 stature along with the Black Timber Wolf, which god only knows how you tamed, that walked along your side.

When you came up to him, Price introduced you to the 141. Even so, his eyes were on the wolf at all times. Ghost, Gaz, and Soap also had similar reactions as they stared in bewilderment at the animal.

After introductions, he let you go settle in before turning back to his men.

“I THOUGHT YOU SAID IT WAS A K9, NOT A WHOLE GODDAMN WOLF!” Soap screamed at him.

“Sir, how the hell did Kate find this man?” Gaz could only question him.

Price shrugged back in response before turning to Ghost.

The man stared back and shrugged before turning away to go back to what he was doing previously. Price let the other two go as he could only imagine what else was going through their minds.

(Gonna do something weird and kinda switch to headcannons here)

Soap

Was surprised when he saw the Wolf first rather than you

Despite freaking out slightly, he really really REALLY wanted to rub that K9's belly

Call him a good boy too

He looked so calm when standing next to you and couldn't help but wonder how you two met as well

He also wished he could ride on top of him like Y/n did but the wolf turned away from him

When it was nighttime, he went to go get something from the fridge

He hardly took notice of Y/n before turning around and eyes widening in fear before hitting him with the sandwich he made and slamming you to the ground

When he noticed it was you he relax and apologized but told you to make yourself know before walking you back to your room

When he saw you open the door, he saw the wolf laying on your bed

The wolf spared him a glance and looked at his owner before moving slightly to give you some space on the bed

Y/n chuckled before getting the bed as well

Soap could only close the door as you and the wolf fell asleep cooing at how cute you two were in bed

Ghost

Was surprised to see the wolf but didn't show it

Questioned how you and the wolf met though to himself

Definitely kept a more close eye on you and your wolf than the others

Didn't mind making small conversation with you either

When it was nighttime and he was up reading, he decided to get some water but didn't realize you crept up behind before reaching over him to get something for yourself

He elbowed you in your rib before grabbing the closest thing to a knife in the kitchen

When he did spin back around and notice it was you he sent a small glare but apologized

He offered to walk you back to your room too

He noticed the dog on the bed and squinted a bit but thought nothing of it

Gaz

Was in awe when he saw the huge black wolf

Like Soap, he was also curious to pet the K9

Thought you were like the ultimate beast tamer or something when he saw you ride up on the damn wolf up to them and nearly passed out

Also took in you appearance more when he met you

At night, he was up and walked right past you chilling on the couch

When you came up behind, he turned around and shrieked

Like HIGH pitch girl shriek

He stared at you for a second before telling you to tell no one

He was so embarrassed that he began to walk back to his room and you followed

Just before entering his room, he turned around and saw the wolf laying on top of your bed comfortably and gushed over the sight as it sleep

Price

Like the others, he was surprised but wasn't fazed by your presence

The Wolf however caught his attention quickly

Laswell said it was a K9

It wasn't a K9

It was a big ass wolf that you could ride on top of

It was like something you'd see out of a fairytale or something

Price could only shake his head as he watched you and the wolf head towards your room

During the night, he was up finishing some paperwork and decided to go make some tea

Surprisingly, he walked right past you and you decided to follow to see what the Captain was up to

While the man made his tea, you came up from behind casting a shadow over Price and the Captain took notice before nearly wiping around and hitting you with the kettle

Thankfully you dodged just in time before Price finally realized who it was

The man's heart was pounding as he breathed before finally getting it under control

He didn't ask what your were doing up but did say you should be in bed at this hour and nodded towards the barracks and walked you towards them

While he watched you enter your room he saw the black fur that belong to your canine companion

He was surprised to see he wasn't in a cage but slept on the bed with you

He didn't comment as he closed the door and let you two sleep but kept the image in his head

He found it cute

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Ghost x Soap x Male Reader (Part 2)

Part 1

Sorry it took me quite long lmao TToTT School and work deadlines are killin' me.

Summary: Male Reader is traumatized and refuses to open up to 141. Soap found out something horrible going on with him and told Ghost about it.

Word count: 1910

Warnings: Smoking. Mention of attempts to self-h@rm.

The next morning you woke up with a throbbing headache. It was so bad that you felt like hundreds of needles were jabbed into your eye sockets and every time you blinked, those needles plunged into your brain, sending a sharp and chilling pain to the crown of your head. This was by no means a strange occurrence for you though, given the fact that every night the base celebrated a party you always indulged in this self-sabotaging habit. 

Still, no matter how bad the situation was, you still had training to attend to, tasks to get done, reports to compile, and a miserable life to live. You turned your head to look at the clock, silently praying that it wasn’t too late. 

It was 13:00 in the afternoon already. 

“Shit!” You threw an arm over your forehead. Nice, you missed the morning training session. It was your responsibility today to train the new recruits and now you messed up the whole Task Force’s schedule once again just because you could not handle your pathetic emotions properly. The thoughts of giving up flooded your mind yet again since it was no use in waking up anyway, it was too late to do anything useful. The other team members were already aware of how irresponsible you were as you continuously failed to be on time for training the newbies. And what about the newbies’ impression of you? Probably an unreliable man who was no longer fit to be a member of a special Task Force that was particularly famous for its efficiency. Or maybe you were never fit to be one to begin with. 

Why didn’t the others wake you up? You had worked here long enough to know how scary and irritated Ghost could get when people missed his training session. There were even times when he immediately had the unpunctual soldiers pack their things and get sent to another department because he couldn’t fuckin’ stand people disrespecting his schedule. 

“Maybe they forget about my existence. Maybe I wasn’t that big of a part of this Task Force.” You mumbled to yourself, trying to pull your tired body out of the heavy blanket. As much as you wanted to give up, the desire to be important to someone, something, or some organization, …just anything, urged you to wake up and keep trying. You wanted yourself to be seen.

Upon opening the door of your stuffy room, you instinctively covered your eyes as they were attacked by rays of blinding sunlight. Your room was too dark and gloomy, doors and windows tightly shut all day and night, no wonder you would react so unfavorably to the bright sunlight that is often associated with positive moods by most people. 

The base was unusually quiet. You didn’t meet a single soul on your way to the kitchen to fill your hungry stomach. No Soap cracking stupid jokes with his heavy Scottish accent and laughing loudly to them himself, no Gaz cursing at his jokes, no Roach laughing at the two dumb manchildren, no Price sighing and telling them to at least be less raucous. You tried to shrug the nasty nagging feelings off, but it soon became unbearable when you walked into the kitchen and saw all the dirty dishes in the sink. 

“They have finished their lunch.” And they had it without you. The people you considered to be your own family, much closer than the biological family that you had cut all contact with, didn’t wake you up from your drunken sleep, totally forgot your existence, and enjoyed a meal together like there wasn’t anything missing. You knew damn well that you were overexaggerating the seriousness of the situation, but you just couldn’t help it. 

‘What am I to them?’ That question kept spiraling inside your brain, worsening the headache that you were already having. In a brief second, all the nagging feelings were anthropomorphized into a disgusting creature with multiple heads and mouths by your ailed mind, shrilly screaming out your deepest thoughts that were fraught with insecurities. Your legs were rendered weak and you collapsed on the floor. Supporting your weakened body with all four limbs, you took heavy breaths, trying to calm yourself down.

A few minutes later, you managed to put yourself together enough to stand up and get out of the base, on the way you didn’t forget to grab a pack of cigarettes. You felt stupid to resort to nicotine as a way to fight against all those feelings, but you didn’t know a better way. There were times when things were so bad that you had no energy left to hide your conditions from your teammates, and Price was concerned. He used to have you talk to some therapists, and not surprisingly to you at all, they could not handle you for long. No one ever could. 

You were now standing in the parking lot with a cigarette in your mouth. You sighed, clearly satisfied with how strongly its bitter taste stimulated your taste buds. When you first arrived here as the newest member of Task Force 141, Soap and Gaz always joked that you’d become Price’s smoking buddy, but that did not happen. The image of you standing with Price awkwardly because you two couldn’t find a mutual topic for a conversation made you feel too uncomfortable to even try, so you kept avoiding the older man or pretending to not hear his offer until he just stopped inviting you. It was so obvious that the men wanted to get closer to you, they wanted to earn your trust, to make you feel at home and be yourself among them, yet you kept pushing them away. And now perhaps they had stopped trying all together. It was not their fault. It was yours. 

But why it was so painful? You were supposed to feel relieved that they had given up so that you didn’t have to blame yourself every time you turned their kind offer down and saw the sadness drawn on their faces. ‘Why do I keep feeling like shit no matter what I do?’

Feeling that the intense emotions that were barely suppressed by the nicotine started to get out of hand again, you cupped your head with both hands, the half-burning cigarette fell to the ground. Suddenly, your eyes caught the red burning tip of it, together with how the paper wrapping around the nicotine was slowly burnt to black. At that very moment, a dark but familiar thought popped up in your mind. You bowed down to pick up the cigarette, blankly staring at it resting between the two fingers of your right hand. Then, your eyes turned to your left hand, examining your spotty lower arm. It was full of the small round scars that were caused by burning your arms with the burning tip of a cigarette. You had noticed Ghost looked at these scars of yours many times; luckily he never asked about them. The army was a place filled with people who had different background stories and bore numerous scars, so it wouldn’t be abnormal for you to have some that were a bit funny-shaped.

‘Should I do this again?’ 

Maybe you should. It helped with the emotions. Well, temporarily, but that was good enough.

Just as you were about to press the burning tip into your lower left arm, someone threw their whole weight into you. You were hugged by two strong arms and the cigarette was again dropped to the ground.

“There you are! I’ve been finding you everywhere!” It was the Scot man. “Are you smoking? Gosh, I hate this smell! Price’s cigars are much better!”

‘The ones that smell good are never bitter enough.’ You thought to yourself.

“Have you had lunch, pretty boy?” Soap pinched your dumbfounded face.

“Not yet.”

“What? Unbelievable! Get to the kitchen with me right now, Sergeant.” The man literally manhandled you straight from the parking lot into the base, leaving you no time to object.

As you two arrived at your destination, Ghost was already sitting there, sipping some coffee. Soap forced you to sit down right next to him while he proceeded to walk to the fridge and pulled out a dish, putting it inside the microwave oven. 

“Here you are, babyboy~” He put the hot meal in front of you. You chose to ignore the pet name and his flirtatious voice simply because he had started doing it to you ever since you start working here. It was just one of his signature thing, you should not fall for it and mistake it as a sign of interest that could develop into romantic feelings. 

“Thanks, Soap.”

“Aw, don’t be so all worked up and formal, babyboy. Ya’ welcome~”

Silence fell over the three of you, until you just felt so awkward that you had to speak up, “So… how was this morning?”

“It was fine. Ghost stepped in your place and took care of the training.” Soap replied.

You carefully glanced at Ghost, just to find that the man already looked at you, which made you tremble slightly. The skull mask on his face made him too difficult to read, you couldn’t tell whether he was annoyed or he just gave up on expecting something greater from you. 

Soap laughed at your reactions, “It’s okay. You were drunk so Price agreed to let you sleep. Also, Ghost volunteered to help you with the training so he probably doesn’t hold a grudge. Am I right, Ghostie?”

The masked man didn’t answer; instead, he turned back to his cup of coffee.

You quickly finished your meal and left, saying that you should do training by yourself. The truth was you couldn’t stay there any longer, you didn’t want to disturb Ghost and Soap’s rare peaceful time together. You had already made too terrible an impression on Ghost, it’s best that you did not mess up again. As a result, you also missed their conversation. It was not intended for you to listen to anyway.

“You’re right. He did it.” Soap’s voice was solemn, with no sign of flirt or unseriousness like a few minutes before.

“You mean the scars?” Ghost looked up at him from the cup.

“Yeah, the round scar marks that you’ve told me many times.”

“It was just my guess. How do you know he really did it?”

“I found him in the parking lot. He was holding a burning cigarette and about to press it into his left arm.” 

A few minutes of silence passed until Ghost spoke up, “Fuckin’ hell.”

“I asked Price about his past, I know it’s a nosy thing to do, but I wanted to help. Unfortunately, Price knows nothing either. Y/n… the boy never opens up to us.”

The two men sat quietly, exchanging worried looks with each other. If only you could know how much they cared for you, maybe you would find it easier to accept their love and help. Yet, even if they told you, even if they desperately showed you so many times that they cared and loved you so much, would your brain allow your heart to welcome them just like how it used to welcome other people you had met earlier in your life, the ones who left you wounded and made you the way you were today? 

If someone asked you that question, you’d just offer them a weak smile and simply say: “No”. You're now too tired to hold on to any crumbles of hope left in your broken soul. You'd like to give up.

to be continued i guess :")

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Snipers In the Cold | platonic!Keegan P Russ x m!reader

@satan-incarnate-666 asked: “Look at you! You're fucking shivering!” for keegan & m!reader who's like a lil brother to him?

summary: you and Keegan get to spend some time together while on a sniper mission.

tws: swearing, guns

Snow in your mouth, you did your best not to shiver and shake as you steadied your rifle and tried to still your hands, able to feel the frost start to creep in through your clothes as you stayed flat against the ground; beside you, Keegan looked more than relaxed, stretched out in his white camoflauge suit as he adjusted his white mask so that it wouldn't slip too much.

Keegan had hand picked you from the SAS to help out his team, as he had met you when you had first started your career, and had kept a distant eye on you, making sure that you weren't in any trouble, and he had yet to be disappointed by you; he liked having you around anyway, it was like being with the little brother that he never wanted.

He always protected you, though, always kept you out of trouble when he could, and although he never said it, Keegan was actually proud of the sniper that you had become. Now that he was beside you, watching you work, Keegan knew that he needed to be more vigilant than ever; this wasn't some routine operation where it was just him and his gun, he had you with him, and he would be damned if he didn't protect you. He cocked a brow when he saw you tremble slightly, thinking nothing of it until he saw that it had not stopped; you were shivering.

"Here," he shrugged off his heavy coat, and laid it across your shoulders, tugging the hood up so that it covered your head as well. Patting your head to make sure that it was in place before he moved to lie on his stomach beside you, kicking his legs out and nearly burrowing in the snow, the crunch and crackle of it nearly deafening.

You shot him a look, raising a brow as you watched him for a moment. "What was that for?"

"Look at you! You're fucking shivering!" He scoffed with a laugh. "SAS clearly didn't teach you how to stay warm."

You huffed, glaring at him for a second before turning your eyes back to the scope on your rifle. "And the Ghosts taught you, did they?"

"Don't be a smart ass," he grumbled, shaking his head and pressing his body down against the snow a little harder, trying to gain as much camoflauge as he could. "I'm starting to regret asking you to join us."

"No, you're not," you shovelled a little more snow into your mouth, at the very least you knew you could prevent your breath from being seen by any enemies. "You're just upset that I've shown you up."

Keegan grumbled again, sparing a glare your way before he shook his head and lifted his mask just enough to shove some snow into his mouth; it was cold, and made his back teeth sting as he winced a little and gritted his teeth. He didn't actually regret getting you to join the Ghosts, in fact, he did enjoy the company when you went out with him on missions, but fuck, if you weren't the little brother he never wanted.

Sure, he would look after you and would protect you and keep you safe, but that didn't stop him from thinking that you were an annoying, smart mouthed, little bastard. He could live without the constant backchat, if he was honest, but he would always be the one to volunteer to move out with you when it came to it; in a way, he supposed that he thought of you like family, even if he would have preferred to die than to actually admit it.

Stretching, Keegan wriggled around in the snow to get more cover, and when you picked a fistful of it up, smashing it over his head with a soft laugh, he narrowed his eyes and glared at you. "Don't do that again."

"I didn't do nothing," you said innocently. "Absolutely nothing."

If you weren't such a damn good sniper, Keegan would have told you to go back to the others and let him finish the job; but he needed you there, even though now his neck was coated in little clumps of snow, and he wasn't stupid enough to let one of the best snipers he had ever admit walk away from him just yet.

"You're lucky you're a good shot."

"A better shot than you," you quipped, grinning when he glared at you again. Hardly able to bite back the laugh that was threatening to make its way up and through your throat, tickling the back of your mouth as you tried your best to squash the urge down when you looked at him.

Many people were scared and intimidated by Keegan, by his cold glares and by the fact that he wasn't very talkative, by the way that he was so dangerous and lethal, especially with a gun in his hands, but not you; to you, Keegan was the person you looked up to. You wanted to be as good at the job as he was, you wanted to be like him. You looked up to him more than anyone else in the world, and you trusted him to guide you in the right direction; Keegan was your mentor, but he was so much more than that. He was family.

You could never be scared of Keegan, not even if he had a gun pointed between your eyes and was demanding that you do as he say, you could never be scared of him; even if he wouldn't admit it or even dream of telling you, it made him want to keep you under his wing that little bit more. You weren't scared of him, in fact, you would try and goad him into losing his temper all the time - just because you thought it was funny.

Keegan mumbled something under his breath, wiping his nose on his sleeve before he leaned over and wiped it on your arm. "You wish you were a better shot, Sergeant."

"I don't need to wish for it," you nudged him gently. "I could out-shoot you with my hand tied behind my back and a blindfold on."

"Sure you could, kid," he scoffed, but in actuality, Keegan didn't doubt that for a second. You were a damn good shot, and he knew it, and he didn't doubt that you could have performed better than him with one hand behind your back and a blindfold on. "You keep telling yourself that."

You smiled when you looked over at him, moving to rest on your side as you rested your hand on your stomach. "Say... if we get the job done right... could we have a snowball fight?"

Keegan thought about it for a moment, but judging from the excited glint in your eyes and how you looked at him with such hope, he couldn't bring himself to say no. "Fine. Just don't be an annoying shit about it."

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"Detained."

Look at this mofo's face.

Yes it's the Flynn Rider smoulder