I'm A Grown Ass Man But I'll Be Such A Good Girl For The 141 If Price Asks.

ain't no way u play CoD. u wouldn't last a minute in a lobby blud 💀

you wouldn't last a minute inside a woman get out of here 💀😭😭

Cooking From The Heart

WC-1.8K

Warnings: Mentions of minor injury basically fluff

Notes: Reader has tinnitus, GN! Reader, no use of Y/N, established relationship with John Price

Placing the key into the ignition your car roars to life, your hand moves to the console to turn up the music for the radio preparing yourself for a long day. The car is piled to the brim with groceries ready to cook a feast for four hungry men. Pulling out of the parking lot you start to drive from London to the English countryside where the lone military base sits. As you drive you can’t help but reminisce on the past and how fortunate you are to have such an amazing life.

Joining the military at the ripe age of eighteen you met John Price, your rival, a man that always got on your nerves. Despite how good of a soldier he was he constantly had to outshine you whilst being blunt, hard headed, and a little cocky. You rose through the ranks with him, each promotion with him standing by your side getting the same title much to your dismay. As years pass you both set aside your differences becoming friends despite past bickering, soon after that John took your hand into his on a warm summer night in a safe house asking you to be his girlfriend. 

A long loud ring reverberates from your ears as the radio cuts out pulling you out of your memories, out of the past. A memory rushes through your mind reminding you of the bitter memory as to what changed your life for the better or worse.You and the boys were out fighting the cartel in Las Almas when a stun grenade rolled right to your feet. The flash blinded you and the ringing in your ears was deafening, but unlike the others the ringing in your ears never ceased. Due to tinnitus you were honorably discharged from the military cutting your career short. As you sat home alone you felt as though your life, your family was ripped away, it was hard not having the harsh routine of war in your life. The others and John tried their best to support you but nothing seemed to pull you out from the pit. But it all changed when you decided to go back to your old base to make home cooked meals for the men you loved. It made you feel connected again with those who fought by your side, it filled the hole in your heart. Since then you made it a weekly ritual when they were at base to cook for them.

Driving up to the guards of the base you smile pulling out your ID as usual despite how they were once under your command and how you visit weekly. You park your car and pick up a couple bags of groceries to bring into the community kitchen to start making dinner, it takes a couple trips to bring in all the bags due to the sheer amount of food you bought. You look at the analog clock to see it's only noon but it's essential to start early, needing every precious minute to cook or else they’d be eating at midnight. Turning on the radio you start to prep all the ingredients making sure to wash every vegetable there is, you mix the sauces and cut the herbs so the food will taste immaculate. 

Your mind drifts again, smiling softly as you remember the best day of your life. John held your hand softly guiding you through a small park nearby your shared flat until you saw the soft glow of candle lights illuminating the path ahead. Walking together hand in hand along the glowing trail until you reached a clearing where the moon was bright reflecting off the pond in front of you. You admired the scene getting lost in the moment until you looked back at John who was on his knee with a ring asking if you’d be his one and only.

Looking outside of the window you see the sun setting along with the sounds of boots shuffling against the floor, low playful banter echo through the halls and their baritone voices seem to shake the thin walls of the base. The voices become more clear as the men slowly enter the rec room, Soap's iconic accent rings out after a dramatic sniff of the air.

“Smells delicious charaid I oughta get tha’ recipe from you onea these day”, the scot says with an infectious smile. He moves in close attempting to dip his finger into the soup to have a taste. Before he could even attempt it you lightly smack his hand with a wooden spoon shaking your head as you continue to prep dinner, “Nuh uh Mactavish you’re not having a taste of the soup until it's done and all of you get washed up.”

A chuckle comes from Gaz as he grabs Soap by the collar dragging him away from the delectable pot of soup in front of them saying teasingly, “Y’know that our former Captain will never let you have a taste before its done, and they are right we’re pretty gross from training last one to the showers has to organize the armory”. With that the two sergeants sprint out of the rec room jeering and poking fun at each other. 

You chuckle at the childish sight feeling a familiar pair of eyes staring at you from the corner of the room. Without you even looking up to see who it is you say softly, “Hello Simon'', there's a moment of silence before the mans gruff voice responds quietly, “How are you holdin’ up captain?” disguised to know if you were ok mentally, a sign that he cared.

A small smile forms on your lips as you turn to look at the man that many fear, the ghost of 141. His eyes soften slightly as he sees the smile on your lips. “I’ve been good, sometimes it gets lonely back at the flat without you guys running around it but I've been waiting all week to see you guys again”, he nods before leaving the rec room getting the answer he wanted to hear heading to the showers just like his sergeants.

A single pair of boots walk towards you stopping right behind you, without any fear you lean back into the man's chest looking up at him. His beard is perfectly groomed as usual and his beautiful blue eyes look into yours. A small tired smile appears on his face as he leans down to kiss the crown of your head mumbling, “I missed you love”, his strong arms snake their way around your waist pulling you in closer. You turn your head to  the side of his cheek before returning to cooking dinner, enjoying the feeling of your husband holding you close. “I missed you to lovie”. Despite him seeing you every morning and everynight back at home, any time away from you was painful for him.

He stands behind you holding you close for a while enjoying your presence against his tired body. Slowly one of his hands reaches out to grab a piece of food still cooking before you take his hand into yours, stopping his attempt. Squeezing his hand before bringing it up to your lips to kiss softly you say teasingly, “You may be the Captain of this team but that doesn’t make you exempt from the rules big man”, he only laughs and kisses your cheek responding with a cheeky grin “We both know you can’t stay angry at me for long and who is the one that always got in trouble for breaking the rules while we were privates? Oh wait I think it was you”. You can’t help but roll your eyes playfully before playful shoving him off of your body, “I’m sorry love but you're drenched in sweat and smell bad, you need to go head to the showers or else I’m not saving you a plate. Dinner should be ready by the time everyones out.” John chuckles before kissing your cheek softly saying softly in his gruff voice, “Roger that captain I’ll go take a shower you better save me a plate”, he shuffles away leaving you alone in the kitchen yet again. 

The soft music from the radio playing in the background dulls the ringing in your ears and fills the lonely space. Searching through the many bags you brought to the base you finally  find the nice tablecloth, you spread it out and place it over the rickety old dining room table. As the music flows you place each plate, fork, and knife with care despite knowing it’ll be used to destroy the table cloth underneath them. You place the food onto the kitchen table due to the sheer amount of food there is, as you set down some vegetables you hear the jovial conversations of the team coming in ready to eat. 

Gaz lets out a low whistle, “Damn you really cooked your ass off huh”, you wipe your hands off on a towel before saying with a smile, “Only for my boys no one else gets the pleasure of having a taste”. The men start to gather around before you say, “Before everyone eats, no weapons at the table. Other soldiers can worry about war but right now it's dinner time, time for you to be men and not soldiers”

They place the weapons on a table nearby, their knives and pistols sit neatly so they can easily grab them just in case.  Soap looks up at you and says curiously, “We all know tha’ you don’t want knives at tha table but is there a reason as ta why?”. You look up at him and say frankly with a smile, “well I just want you guys to be relaxed for once, letting your worries go enjoying a nice dinner. Along with the time you tried to do a knife trick at the table and almost sliced off your finger” the men around Soap laugh. Ghost slaps Soap’s back playfully, “You were cryin’ like a baby Johnny, screamin’ out for the medic running around like a chicken without a head”.You join in with the laughter feeling the stresses of the week melt off your shoulders.

With a wide smile you announce happily, “Alright guys dig in”, Soap is the first to pick up his plate piling his food up onto the plate with the others right behind him doing exactly the same. John walks up to you with two plates, handing one of them to you, “Thank you love for making all of this food” you look up at him with a smile, “it's nothing John, I love doing this. It's the highlight of my week.” John allows you to go in front of him to get your food. You sit down at the table and John sits next to you, carefree conversations are made between the men and you as they start to eat their food. Their smiles and laughter are as precious as gold to you. This is your family, this is home and there is no greater joy in your life than to be eating dinner with the people you love most.

Hello everybody! I am sorry for the lack of activity on my page. I have been going through some medical problems since December. I’m doing much better compared to before. If you have any requests please send them in!

Upcoming:

The lie detector!-TF141 x Reader💕

You and the boys go out for a couple drinks after a successful mission. Soap decides to pull out the old dusty lie detector to find some juicy secrets!

Moving in-Kyle ‘Gaz’ Garrick x Reader💞

You and Kyle have been dating for a year and a handful of months, now your packing up boxes and moving in with your boyfriend!

Your home- Johnny ‘Soap’ Mactavish x Reader💗

Johnny comes home stressed trying to forget about the horrors he’s seen after being deployed. He needs you to help him realize that he’s home, that he’s not Seargant John Mactavish right now but your Johnny.

if this does perhaps trigger you or go against your guidelines please ignore this, but mayhaps I request a fic where it’s a beach day for the tf141 + reader and the reader doesn’t go in the water because of their hidden scars they have on their arms and they don’t show it until their buttoned up beach sweater falls a bit and it shows them their scarred arms?

Oh no it doesnt trigger me or go against my guidelines! Thank you so much for the request I really appreciate it!❤️

I’m sorry for the wait btw I’ve been busy with work but I really hope you still enjoy this story anon!

TW: unspecified scars on arms, low self esteem

Poly!TF141 x GN!Reader

A little bit of angst but mainly fluffy💗

Nicknames used: mo graidh, love, doll

For the first time in forever everyone’s leave of absence is at the same time. Your excited ready to rest after such a long hard op and so is the rest of the team. Despite your protest everyone has decided to go to the beach for a whole day.

As you sit on the beach you make sure your light jacket stays in place not wanting it to slip off. The heat is unbearable even while finding shelter under a colorful umbrella. You sit on an old scratchy beach towel watching your loved ones frolic in the waves.

You’re a new part of the polycule with them and it’s your first time ever being in a polygamous relationship. They’ve never seen the long gashes on your arms knowing they will only find them disgusting. Even though they have scars it makes them so much more sexy, for you though they were ugly splotches of damaged skin.

Johnny comes out of the water soaked to the bone, his mohawk plastered to the side of his face. His smile is brighter than the sun as he trudges through sand to your beach towel haven.

“Mo gràdh what are ye doin under tha’ umbrella? I don’ wan’ ye ta miss out on all tha fun”

“I’m just not really in the mood to swim today”, you say bashfully not wanting to say the true reason.

Johnny leans in a little closer his eyebrows furrowed and his eyes softening.

“Are yeh sure? Its steamin’ hot outside an’ I don’ wan’ yeh to get sick. If theres a reason ye can tell me ah wont tell a soul”

You look at him your heart pounding in your chest anxious to tell him the truth, ready for the weight on your shoulders to be lifted.

“I’ve been anxious about-“

Out of nowhere a ball hits Johnny square in the head. Your train of thought is completely derailed as Johnny’s face hits the sand.

“Oh my god! Johnny are you ok?”

You look around to see Kyle cringing at the scene with Ghost next to him and John on the other side of a net.

“Sorry mate didn’t mean to hit you!”, Kyle yells out.

Johnny pops up with a grimace on his face, your resolve dissolves after.

“What were ya saying after a very rude interruption?”

You laugh half heartedly, “just don’t worry about it, lets join them yeah?” It just isnt the right time, it’ll happen eventually right?

You stand up grabbing onto Johnnys arm and yank him up to his feet. You grab the volley ball and toss it Ghost happily.

After a long time of playing the sun is beating down on you. The heat is smothering and the sweat accumulating under your hoodie is making you go mad. They don’t seem like they are close to stopping and you don’t want to ruin the fun so you keep pushing yourself to the utter limit.

“Hey can we take a break for a moment, I just want to have a quick drink”

“Of course ye can love its not like we’re gonna yell at ye for it. How about we all take a break then we’ll start back up again, “John says with a wide smile

The others nod in agreement their skin flushed and their hair soaked with sweat. The water bottle is your holy grail, you chug it like theres no tomorrow. Once your done you crumple it up feeling only a little bit better but it doesnt gove you relief. The fabric clings to you and no matter how much water or wind there is, it wont give you relief like taking it off.

You don’t see that behind you, they are worried for you. With brows furrowed and hushed whispers they send Ghost to get to the bottom of this.

As you sit in the sand grabbing another water bottle you feel a hand on your shoulder. Its heavy and calloused but it gives you some peace.

“Love y’need to take off the jacket”, Ghost says quietly.

His hands gently wrap around the jacket pulling it down your shoulders. Despite you not wanting him to see you dont have the energy to push him away. His hands gently coax your arms from the sleeves, you flush in shame of the scars on your arms.

Ghost looks you in the eyes and you brace yourself for yelling, laughing, just something horrible to happen.

Instead you feel his hand gentle on your arms his thumbs running over the scars. His brown eyes are soft despite the furrow in his brow.

“Why didn’t you show us earlier?”, his voice as soft as it can be.

Your eyes start to water, looking away you wipe your tears and say quietly, “I-I thought you all wouldnt want me, I thought y-you would think I was ugly with all these scars”

You sniffle holding back the tears, Ghost pulls you in for a deep hug letting you spill your tears.

“Your absolutely beautiful hon we wouldn’t want you any other way scarred or unscarred”

As you burrow your head into his neck he waves the team over to help comfort you. The team sits kn the large towel around you concerned for your wellbeing. Kyle sits next to you, his hand smoothing over your back.

“hey, you doin ok babe? Whats wrong?”

You only burrow further into Ghost not wanting to say it. He sighs rubbing your neck as he quietly says, “She has a couple scars on her arms an’ she thinks shes not good looking”

Johnny immediately pops up outraged at you thinking your not the most beautiful person walking on this earth. A glare from Ghost and Price shuts him up before he said anything stupid.

“I-I’m sorry, I’m sorry for hiding this from you guys. I was scared that if you saw me like this you wouldnt want me anymore”

Kyle keeps rubbing your back leans towards your ear, “Hon listen to me, you are the most beautiful person we’ve ever met. We would never want you in our life and we would never ever judge you for your scars”

You lift your head from Ghosts neck sniffling and rubbing the tears from your eyes, “Really?”

“Yes really love, I mean we all have scars. Johnny has one from fighting from a chicken and losing”

“AH DIDNAE LOSE AH WAS BEIN MAULED AN’ SURVIVED!”, Johnny yells angrily.

Despite your insecurities you laugh at his outburst, seeing your bright smile Johnny calms down a little more punching Kyle in the arm jokingly.

All of you sit together talking about the scars on each of your bodies and it makes you feel less insecure and more close to your boyfriends.

John stands up with sweat on his brow, “the sun is still beating down on us I think I’m gonna take a swim”

He reaches his hand to you with a soft smile on his face, “Wanna join us doll”

You look up at him unsure before taking his hand being lifted from the sand and saying happily, “alright sounds like fun”

The boys jump off the towel heading towards the ocean dragging you in.

How the TF141 boys would take care of you after a long day!

GN!READER

CW: Brief mentions of nudity but no smut, Fluff!Nicknames used: love, gorgeous, baby, mo ghràdh

MDNI!

Simon “Ghost” Riley

Before you even step through the door he knows you’ve had a hard day. The way you text has changed slightly, not many would notice it but he does.

Simon makes sure the house is cleaned and the dishes are put away so you dont have to worry about it. He finds a candle he believes you’d like and light it so the house is filled with a warm scent. He makes sure to clean the blankets on the bed so when you finally get to rest your head they can be fresh out of the dryer.

When you drag yourself through the door feeling like hell he is there. He gently picks you up ignoring any protest and lays you onto the bed. Seeing you melt against the warm sheets brings a smile to his face.

Simon undresses you with the utmost care sliding on your favorite pajamas. As he does so his calloused hands massage your tender muscles worshipping your beautiful body. Once your dressed and relaxed he climbs into bed next to you. Simon pulls you against his chest cradling your head into the crook of his neck.

“Relax love your home now, I got you”

Kyle “Gaz” Garrick

Kyle has been texting you throughout the day letting you vent your frustrations. The day has been a train wreck and you’re ready to collapse from exhaustion. When you enter your shared home your ready to collapse on your bed and end the day.

Kyle instead whisks you away to the bathroom despite you whining about how you want to go to bed. When he opens the door to the bathroom it is so serene. The lights are off but there are multiple candles surrounding the tub filled with bubbles. The room smells of lavender immediately relaxing you. Next to the tub is a bath robe and your favorite slippers.

As your about to take off your clothes, Kyle gently replaces your hands with his. He takes off your clothes and neatly folds them off to the side. Kyle kisses your temple wrapping his arms around your waist.

“I gotcha gorgeous, just let me pamper you”

He takes you by the hand helping you into the tub as you sink deep into the bubbles. Kyle washes your hair and skin using oils to make sure you’re nice and soft when you come out. His hands massage the knots out of your neck wanting to be sure you’re as comfortable as humanly possible.

John Price

John is working from home He runs down the stairs to see your red puffy face filled with tears as sobs escape your lips. John takes you into his arms letting you finally let everything out. As you cry and sob about how horrible the day was he nods and whispers sweet nothings into your ear.

John gently sits you down onto the couch wrapping you in a soft blanket holding you close to his chest. His calloused thumbs wipes each tear that falls from your eyes and kisses your reddened cheeks. John rubs your back in slow smooth circles calming you down until your sobs become hiccups.

When he sees you have calmed down he gently pulls away telling you to sit back and watch your favorite movie. He disappears for a bit as you quietly watch the movie till a nice aroma wafts into the living room. John comes back with a soft smile and in his hands a plate of your favorite food.

“Hello love, made your favorite”

He sits by your side placing the dish on the coffee table. John lays you on his chest leaning back against the couch letting you sit back and relax.

“Just relax for me baby, I’m not leaving your side any time soon.”

John “Soap” Mactavish

You slam the door open with so much force that your a tiny bit worried that there will be hole in the wall. The day has been hellish and the anger deep down has boiled to the surface. Everything is driving you up the walls from the tag on your shirt rubbing against your neck to the rough socks scraping your heel. You kick the door shut behind you tossing your shoes off.

Johnny jumps off the couch worried about you, “mo ghràdh, whits wrong?”

You look towards him finally losing any patience you’ve had, “Whats wrong? Whats wrong?!”

He stands there as you pace yelling about every minor and major inconvenience, every problem you had today. Its takes a while til your tuckered out and left hollow. He takes you gently into his arms swaying back and forth.

“I’m sorry ya had a horrid day luv, sorry I wasnae there to comfort ya”

You only shake your head insisting it isnt his fault, you were just so wound up and exploded. As you try to explain he kisses you stopping the endless rambling.

Johnny guides you to the couch grabbing the fluffiest blanket placing it on you. He sits next to you joining you under the blankets. Johnny reaches to the controllers on the coffee table silently offering you the second one.

Both of you play for hours on end laughing and yelling at one another totally forgetting about the day. All you know now is the love that Johnny has for you and the warmth you feel when your with him.

I’m at a gamestop and I saw my pookies✨🥺

they really put their whole pussy into animating john price in mw3. every single pore, every follicle of hair. the faintest hint of a blush on his cheeks and nose when they're out in the cold. meanwhile half the time soap looks like a fucking Sim

MDNI!

Price fingering you over his desk!

TW-Bondage, blindfolds, fingering, afab, part 2 maybe?

You didn’t expect the night to end up like this. You’re bent over on Prices desk, naked, handcuffed, and blindfolded. He asked you to come to his office to help with some paperwork.

His hand brushes against your core, you gasp twitching at the sudden sensation. John softly chuckles at your reaction running his hand up and down your folds.

“Your doing so good for me”

You sigh as he moves his finger onto your clit making slow circles. You tilt your head giving John access to your neck. He gladly takes your invite giving you little loves bites. His fingers circle your hole before slowly plunging in.

“Oh my fucking god! John it feels so good!”

You cry out in pleasure, the handcuffs around your wrists clatter as you hold onto his arm. His fingers brush against your g-spot over and over again. His fingers start to rapidly plunge into you while his thumb rubs at your clit.

“I-I’m gonna cum!”

John doubles his efforts fingering you even faster. The slick from between your thighs trickle down onto the bed. The loud squelches from his fingers echo through the room.

He gets close to your ear and growls out, “Fucking cum for me baby, soak my fingers”

You cry out in pleasure writhing against the desk from how strong the orgasm was. His fingers slow and you pant for breath. John removes his fingers from you sucking each finger savoring the taste.

You lay lifeless against the desk feeling boneless after such an amazing orgasm. All you can hear is your heart pounding in your chest and your breath.

His hand pets your ass before you hear his belt buckle get undone.

“I’m not done with you yet, take a couple nice deep breaths for me love, its gonna be a bit of a stretch”

Wade wants exactly what you're talking about, sweet little Honey Badger!