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Your station acts as an added layer of security, encrypting the route the channels take in the event they are hacked. Sure, you work with other teams but the 141 are your main group.

One...small caveat of being in charge of their comms, is that you have to actually listen to their conversations in case they request a patch to someone.

Which leads to you hearing...way more than you'd like.

Gaz: sir. Stop poking it. Soap's waitin'

Ghost: think he had health issues. Look at his femur, odd texture.

Gaz: oh shit, really? Let me see—

Followed by far too graphic descriptions of the poor blokes leg. You had to skip lunch that day. You do most days they have missions, gross fuckers act like you can't hear all the shit they say.

Meaning, of course, that you hear too damn much about their sex lives or lack thereof due to missions. It's nothing new, and given you know what they look like, it doesn't paint a bad picture.

But this time? You're shocked by the subject of conversation.

Soap: ahm tellin' you, it's been too damn long. The poor lass is crying for attention!

Gaz: why not the guy from IT? He's eager enough.

Soap: no. Not really feeling that right now. Actually, you know who sounds nice?

There's that characteristic smirk in soaps voice you've long since learned to identify. You absently hear ghost prompt him to continue, wondering how the hell price tunes them out so well—

Soap: our waypoint.

You choke, splutter. Your own coughing making it impossible to hear gaz and ghosts reactions, but when you tune back in soap is viciously defending himself

Soap: no, no! Listen! Have you heard that voice?? Christ, just that and I could get a better wank than I've had all month! C'mon, ghost, I know you agree—

Ghost: you know they can hear you right now, johnny? Got anything to say?

Gaz: *chuckles* besides asking to get his dick wet? Maybe beg for a moan or something?

....silence

Soap: ....hey waypoint? You there?"

You shouldn't. Christ you shouldn't respond.

All comms are recorded, and waypoints should only talk when absolutely necessary but— but the 141 comms are wiped every 24 hours and...

You lean close to your mic, voice weaker than you'd like.

You spend so long in that little cave, tucked into the shadowy corner whenever the big mer swam by. He was just so big! And spiky in places you aren't, and all the wrong colors!

After awhile he leaves you alone, instead swimming laps in the giant pool, chirping...something. you still don't understand him. It was easy to calm down in your cave, knowing he couldn't fit. It was harder to ignore your growing hunger.

You don't know how you'll get food, it's too scary to swim up and do the tricks! Just the thought of doing your usual splashing and flying from the water with the big mer around....no. best not to.

So you hunker down, tuck your tail over your arms and open you vents for the long night. It's not the first time you'll go without food but it never gets easier.

Something thunks outside your cave entrance, startling you out of your half-sleep.

A....crab? It's definitely a crab! Oh, wow! You didn't know there were any in the pool! Excited, you swim out to say hi. chest brushing the rock so you can be eye level, you chirp "hai!!! Helloooo!!! Hi!!"

The crab doesn't move. Hrm. Strange. You bat at it, churring in curiosity when it simply floats away a bit, still not moving. You paw at it, inspecting it, worried it might be sick and—

A loud rumble above you— the mer! You go to dart back into your cave only to realize it's so far away. He rumbles more, reaching a giant hand down to pluck the crab from its place, and instead place food down!

Ah. He must be helping the crab out.

You eat the food, making sure to save some for the big mer because even if he's scary he's helping the crab so you suppose he should eat too. He brings more and more, and you eat your fill for the first time in...a long time.

"Seriously, soap, you have your own personal medic." Gaz rants between bites of crisps that certainly aren't his, not that ghost stops the sergeant from stealing from his plate "it's unfair. How the hell did you convince 'em that you're worth that much work?"

"Ach, yer being dramatic, gaz." Soap grins, leaning back in his seat "you all get help, no harm done."

"Hrmph. Took me twenty minutes to get an assist." Ghost grunts, opens his mouth expectantly for a crisp from gaz. "Seems like bloody favoritism, johnny. How'd you do it?"

"....you want to know my secret?" Soap prompts, an absolutely gleeful look on his face.

A pointed look from both of them.

"I moan and whine when I get patched up." Soap preens at his statement, oblivious to the widening eyes of his teammates "fucker seems to love it, pretty sure it's some freaky sexual thing."

"And...you're...okay with that?" Gaz asks, only mildly shocked.

"I once whimpered at a thorn in my pinky and honest to god got a little star-pattern bandage for it not a minute later." Soap points out.

You're a lone survivor in the apocalypse, group having been picked thin from well...everything. zombies are one thing but humans are another.

Maybe ghost thinks he recognizes you, some intern that used to work on base, or at least close enough. You're defenseless to this monster as he drags you further into the abandoned apartment complex he seemed to call home. He? It? You're not sure.

The days are long of it simply following you everywhere, he doesn't try to restrict your movement around his...territory? Happy to let you roam, watch you scavenge for food.

Nights are...worse.

The monster forces you into his den, a pile of clothes covered in old blood. Some items he holds often, a blue cap, a boonie hat. Sometimes it puts them on you, wraps you up in all three arms. Grumbles and Gurgles in your ear, not sleeping but playing at it.

The hand never strays lower that your waistband but...surely it won't stay like that.

What will you do then? ...would you run?

He has never once failed any of your requests....until today, it seems.

"Gaz, baby, you better come home smelling like that tomorrow." You had whispered in his ear last night after hours of sex. Not that you two never fucked, but he swears you were trying to kill him that night, face tucked into the crook of his neck.

Gaz doesn't want to admit defeat, but he's crawled through the entire base. Sniffing everything like a fucking dog trying to identify what smell had rubbed off on him. He didn't leave base, followed his normal schedule yesterday, so eventually he should find it.

He's in the middle of helplessly sniffing soap bottles in the hopes he accidentally grabbed someone else's when ghost walks in, post–...whatever he does to workout. He raises a brow at gaz sniffing the soap bottle, but says nothing.

Gaz knows ghost wont say shit about it, given everything he's walked in on ghost doing and—

Wait.

....gaz takes a much to obvious sniff in ghosts general direction.

....that's the smell. Gaz remembers the sparring he did yesterday, how ghost seemed very keen on grapples that time. The smell that had you jumping gazs bones last night was the smell of his lieutenant covered in dirt and sweat.

Gaz contemplates for a moment, looks ghost up and down. He's far from a turn-off, thats for sure. Easily both of your types.

And you fully expect to find no one sitting in the seat you pre-emptively reserved, all too hopeful that your dad would finally see you. Except...it's not empty.

Ghost is sat in your dads seat.

Ghost, the man who practically saved your degree when you were on the verge of a breakdown and dad was on vacation. Found you crying in a gas station parking lot and recognized you from price's wallet.

And....it feels weird, ghost where price should be, almost like you're replacing your dad...but it's also nice?

Ghost has always been there when you needed him, more than your own dad ever was.

He drives you to get shitty fast food afterwards in celebration, hand heavy on your thigh and you don't try to stop him. Of course you've thought about it, but never acted on it...

Not until ghost pulls over on the back roads, parks his truck in the start of an empty field and lays you down in the dirty bed of it. Rough hands pulling your thighs open, a mouth leaving bites against skin. He makes you feel all the things you missed out on, too busy studying for your dads approval.

He groans "fuck, kid, can't believe i waited this long. Didn't want to distract you." When he ruts into you, thick and hot and too big for you to do anything other than gasp.

Because you're the only two seals in the sanctuary, and ghost has been struggling without a pod, stuck away from his own while he's in recovery.

When you first meet ghost, all you can think is that he's scary. Huge, bigger than any seal you've met and so so dangerous! He could tear you to pieces if he wanted! You expect him to do just that when the mer circles you, chuffing and churring, the tip of his tail grazing along your own curiously.

He opens his mouth, sharp teeth on display and coming right for you—

...nothing. no...no pain, no bite into flesh. Just...soft pressure?

You peek an eye open to find the strang scary seal gently gnawing on your fin, exploring it with his mouth. Only then do you see his heavily scarred hands. It must be difficult using those.

So you lie still and let him chew on you...just a bit. It is scary, but when you bark at him he instantly backs off so...not that scary.

From then on you and ghost are inseparable.

Ghost scoffs at soap's and Gaz's impulsive spending habits, he buys second-hand clothes and used everything until it needs to be tossed out.

But ghost...insists it's not expensive. Raises his brow at the sergeants and says "i can afford a two quid drink every week, you cunts. I'm not that bad."

Gaz stares at ghost for a solid two minutes before pointing at his cup "sir. That tea is twenty-eight pounds."

....ghost has been buying tea from the cafe you work at shop for literal months now and has never once realized you heavily discount his drinks in an attempt to flirt.

“kyyyle,” you slur, leaning over the table to which Gaz cracks a smile. “so pretty…anyone ever tell you you’re pretty? like ‘men should be buying you dinner’ pretty.”

soap snorts, an amused smile on his lips. “Ya don’ even get a handsome, just fuckin’ pretty.”

“oi, piss off, soap,” replies gaz with no real heat behind it. “and you,” he starts, bringing his attention backed to your slumped form, “are a shitty drinker.”

you giggle, barely lifting up your head from the table.

price shakes his head, taking a large swing from the pint. “kids these days.”

the laughter dies down, everyone enjoying the relaxing ambiance that’s been so hard to enjoy with missions on end these days. that is until-

“ugh- I’m so horny.”

the table stills, all eyes landing on your slumped form before soap bursts into uncontrollable laughter. his fist slams the table as gaz tries to still the man who’s slightly tipsy and leaning back in his chair.

“bloody hell,” ghost mumbles, crossing his arms. “you’re one them, huh? those honest-to-god-drunks.”

“you shouldn’t be saying those things out loud,” advises price, knowing full well that it’s going to go unheard seeing as you’re shit-faced drunk right now.

you groan, forehead connected with the table again. “you don’t get it. you’re old- probably have the sex drive of a tumble weed.”

gaz and soap have a poor attempt at stifling a laugh and even ghost cracks a small and an unseen smirk at your comment. price doesn’t bother with a retort, knowing you’ll have your regrets when they tell you about this conversation in the morning.

soap puts an encouraging pat on your back. “aye, cmon lass, if ya wanted to get laid, all ye gotta do is ask.” it’s clearly a joke but your head perks up anyways.

“don’t tempt me, cause I’ve thought about it.”

“you don’t say…” his eyes light up with interest.

ghost interrupts with a warning tone. “don’t encourage her, Johnny.”

“too late, LT.” soap stalks around your chair, sliding his arms ‘round back. he leans in close till you pick up the scent of beer on his lips. “tell me, what d’ya think of?”

you match his lean with one of your own, eyes blown wide and curious. “are you rough in bed? tell me you’re rough in bed.”

soap smirks, flashing a charming wink. “aye, lass. why? want my handprint on your ass?” ghost flashes him a stern look but soap merely shrugs unapologetically.

you groan at his answer, “god, I hope I remember that in the morning.”

“we get it. we get it. you’re horny for soap. let’s stop before I hurl.” gaz puts his hand on your shoulders, urging you to drink more water.

“dont be jealous, gaz. you’re in there too.”

and suddenly, the angel on his shoulder disappears. “oh yeah?”

“god, you have no idea how hard it is to work with hot men all day long. takes everything in me to not just give up on the mats and let you just pin me down.”

by now, soap has his phone out, recording this for evidence when you’re inevitably going to try to walk back on your words in the morning.

“would love to be bent over a desk, don’t even care who’s behind me. or who’s the biggest? LT? probably not you then- at least not first.”

you ramble on and on… about how you could get off to the gruff sound of your captains voice alone, or how sometimes you’d be soaking wet through your panties if they praised you enough.

and it’s not until you go into an explicit and ultra-specific scenario that involves all four men, some rope, vibrators, and a blindfold, going to ultra-specific detail about soap in your pussy, price in your mouth, and how maybe you’d even let someone in your ass, does someone do the sensible thing of slapping a hand around your mouth.

“I’m gonna take my hand off’ya, and you’re gon’ be quiet, yeah?”

your eyes glance up to a stone cold stare behind a mask, meeting his gaze before you nod. “good girl.”

his hand slowly withdraws and you’re silent. it stays that was for a moment, everyone unsure how to break the tension left in the air after your revelation…that is until-

“aye, what’s that LT?”

and that, would be the stiffy that’s hardly concealed behind his jeans- perhaps he needs to buy baggier clothes from now on.

soap, who won’t finish inside you but rather jerk himself off into your panties before sliding the slimy fabric back to its place, giving it a firm grope for good measure. he loves the idea of someone else pulling down your panties, just to find that he got there first.

price, who will always “accidentally” finish over your clothes so you’ll have to wear his training shirts out instead of walking around like a cum rag. but it doesn’t help the rumors around base when you’re walking around in the shirt that says “price” across the back.

gaz, who will take any chance to leave a blossoming bruise anywhere on your skin. even if it’s not sexual, he’ll find a way to get his lips on your neck, wrists, torso, thighs, anywhere. no matter how much you scold him, he always knows he can coax you into pulling down your shirt collar for him.

all I have are depraved thoughts for this one

mdni. f!reader. dubcon/noncon. coercion. lying by omission. virgin reader. blood drinking. stalking.

knight!price. stalker!ghost. half vampire!gaz. thief!soap.

Do you have any HCs for how the 141 each lost their virginity? Or any other CoD characters?

(And take it from a loser who didnt get laid until she was 25... this does not need to involve anything underage...)

Thanks for continuing to feed our CoD addiction, Poppy! So excited to see what's next in Dog with no Teeth.

f!reader on Ghost & Soap, gn!reader on Gaz & Price

mdni

Simon: Lost his virginity at the same time he was taking the virginity of the daughter of the principal from the secondary school he attended. Ended up in trouble, Simon wanted to retaliate. Talked her up in class for a couple weeks and then they did it on the principal’s desk.

Johnny: He lost his virginity in secondary school, as well. Huge flirt and talked a good game. It happened with his first serious girlfriend and it lasted all of ten seconds. Johnny was proud of himself…the girlfriend, not so much.

Kyle: Responsible. Responsible. Responsible. Waited until he was an adult to have sex. Kyle didn’t want to have it off with just anyone, wanting to make sure his time and whoever he did it with, would be meaningful and romantic. Sounds nice, but it’s the control issues.

Price: Lost his virginity the day before he left for boot camp. Back when John was just a grunt, a piece of canon fodder, he went to the pub with some friends who were leaving for the same thing. Drank himself into a stupor, found someone willing, and did it that evening. John hardly remembers the sex and definitely doesn’t recall the person’s name.

Truly, it was for your own amusement when the problem first came up. Johnny bowed over you, half undressed and sweaty, desperately jerking his soft cock and muttering "fuck– give me a minute, ach– I can, I just need—"

"Oh my god, seriously, johnny?" You snort, a bit flustered at the whole situation and still in that teasing mindset from earlier. "Aren't you in your twenties? What the hell?"

The comment makes soap blush down to his chest, and he lets out an embarrassed whine, changing tempo desperately. "C'mon, don't say that– I can– i can do it—"

"Yeah? It sure looks like you can't." You raise a brow, slipping a hand down to rub yourself because fuck this is hot, "all that talk and you've got a useless dick? Huh, johnny?"

"No! No, c'mon–" soap jolts, the arm holding himself up giving way, face falling to hide in the crook of your neck while he keens high and humiliated.

All you hear are cute gasps until soap finally pulls away, whole face and shoulders a glowing pink, but grinning proudly. You glance down to see his cock, hard and full and just a bit red from his abuse.

Oh god he's big.

Soap laughs at your wide eyed expression, strong arms forcing your thighs apart and lining his tip up to your lubed hole.

"Uhm– c'mon now, soap, be gentle–" you stammer, reality settling in as he notches into you, oh fuck.

He just laughs, hooks your legs over his shoulders and revels in the keen you let out at the stress. "What was that? I thought you wanted a proper fuck?"

Oh you are so screwed.