I mean it's pretty simple to him

His wife didn't want to change her last name. He wanted them to share a last name. He took her last name. Now he's Simon (Last Name). Funnier if this is how the 141 finds out he got married

It was a mistake. Price was going over some papers when he noticed it, Simon's last name was changed, he found it weird, but maybe it waa just a simple slip up, so he just adjusted it and kept working normally.

Then, a few week later, Gaz was getting some reports and noticed Simon had signed with his last name wrong. He found it weird, but hey, he didn't know about his family, maybe he changed it to his mother's last name?

Soap was the only one who actually asked. He was organizing his latest report, when he noticed it, Simon's last name. He frowned, but since Simon was just out in the lounge area with the others, he might as well tell him of the slip up, and maybe poke some fun at it.

So that's what he did. Walking into the lounge room, he threw the report on the table in front of Ghost, who grunted in confusion as Sopa leaned over the back of the couch.

"Ye wrote ye name wrong" he chuckles "unless ye got married and didn't tell us"

It was supposed to be funny. It really was. But then Ghost hummed and nodded.

"Oh yeah. Took the missus' name, she didn' want Riley"

He explains as he goes back to having his cuppa, like he didn't just drop the bomb that he got married. Price choked on his tea, Gaz was staring wide eyes at Ghost, and Soap gasped.

"No way!" The scot looked at Ghost like the blonde had grown a second head "ye got 'ta be kidding me. Since when ye got yourself a lass?"

Ghost just raises an eyebrow and takes off his left glove, showing the wedding band on his ring finger.

"Last time I was on leave. Didn't think it was important to mention"

He hums and keeps sipping his tea. Promptly ignoring Gaz and Soap's questions and Price's shocked expression, like they were overreacting.

OHOHOHOHO I CAN DEFINITELY DO THAT!

Anon, you angel, you gave me so much room to indulge, this is pure self indulgence. I'm sorry if you had some specific gender or hybrid species in mind for reader, so I made them gn and went with my favorite big cat native to my country, the Jaguar (I'm Jaguar's biggest fangirl sue me)

You were one of the best. If not the best soldier around. A hybrid, something that's growing more and more common in military fields, and you? You're an apex predator to the core. A black panther hybrid, third biggest feline of the world, bite so strong it can pierce an enemy's skull like a simple ration's cracker.

You were strong, with a swooshing tail and small black years, some might find them cute if not for those striking golden eyes, eyes so sharp they leave any human soldier frozen, their bodies knowing they're in the view of a predator.

And not to mention, differently from lions and tigers, the other two biggest feline predators of the world, you have the upper hand in basically everything. You can climb, swim, stalk, hunt nightly or daily, all dead silent.

And that, coupled with your competence, that lead you a place in the 141 task force. You met with Price beforehand, then, after an interview, was brought to their base. It was a majorly human base, few hybrids, most being ones that didn't have much affect in their results. The sargents and the lieutenant? Human too. And you knew, despite having the biological uphand, for them to be an all human task force and still be so high seen, then they're very capable.

You weren't the most outgoing. It's natural for you to be alone most of the time, so used to having your hybrid side focused on, you tended to lean into those insticts. Jaguars are solitary creatures, and it didn't matter that you were part human and still needed social connection; humans were scared of you, and in your line of work, you already expected it.

What you didn't expect was for Soap to find you quietly eating on a hidden corner of mess hall and sit down in front of you, immediately bombarding you about how does military rations affect you, if you receive bonus food because of being a jaguar, if you hunted for food outside base since the rations were human sized. It left you a big stunned, but you couldn't help it, something in you just screamed to enjoy this little social interaction, so, for the first time in many years, you indulge in your human instincts.

Then, a few days later, after having Soap sit with your for every meal, always curious about your biology. Gaz shows up. He asks about combat, about your past missions, how does it feel to not only rely on guns and knifes, if it was easier for you to use your claws and teeth rather than guns (it was, most of the time), if gunshots are louder to you because of feline hearing (that was the first time someone noticed that).

It was weeks like this. Gaz and Soap warming up to you over the days, going from just asking questions to genuinely liking your company. Slowly, it went from just a few meals together, to hanging out on the lounge area together. And then you went with them on your first op since tranfer.

And there you were, seated on the ride back after a tiring op, the boys talking lots about how it would've been so much slower if not for you, how you were amazing, looking so pumped about the new addition. Price didn't say anything, but he patted your shoulder after said mission, a simple touch, but you felt so accepted, he didn't seem scared of you, despite both of you knowing you could kill him right then, he didn't see you as a threat, and that, that felt good.

And after a few months since you were transferred to the 141, Ghost joined your table in meals too. Not saying anything, but quietly watching as you, Gaz and Soap interacted. His way of socializing was training together, sparring, pushing each other to be better. He didn't say it, didn't show it, but you were so fascinating to him. He secretly admired your competence and how deadly you were ever since that ride back from your first op, where you sat there smiling at Gaz and Soap with your face and claws covered in blood.

Soon enough, you found out you liked having them around. And without even noticing, you started letting go of that closed off, scary persona you were so used to. Yes, you're competent and deadly and strong. Yes, you'd rumble out greetings to Gaz, nuzzle against Soap when you two would be in the couch together, let out rawrs and other vocal sounds that are so scary to the recruits, but so common for Gaz, Ghost and Soap. Even Price didn't escape it. Being licked by your rough tongue that one time he was splattered with blood after an op.

Just have a little cod x reader request

Do you think its possible that you could make a platonic cod x reader where the reader is literally just a tourist and has such batshit insane luck that they always end up where the 141 is and always somehow gets invovled

Remeber to take breaks to eat and drink water

Uhhh sorry it took so long, nonny :( i tried my best!! Also, a bit inspired by Coincidence by Sabrina Carpenter loll

They were undercover in Italy, quietly observing a trade. They couldn't yet stop it, they had to get them in the act, so these four burly men were stationed around the place. John and Kyle were sitting a few tables away from the targets; Simon was positioned on top of a building, sniper's scope trained on them, Johnny was with the backup, ready to intervene if anything goes south.

They were just about to jump when you appeared. Light clothes and sweet expression. You bump on the target's table, spilling burning coffee on one of them. You start apologizing prefusely as the coffee stains the message the man had just received, and burned him. Thankfully, John and Kyle manage to get them before you end up with your brain splattered on the ground.

It leads to you being squished between these military dudes as they handle the situation. Though when it's all over, they barely give you any time to thank them, leaving you with…quite a story to tell.

Weeks later, they were in Spain, breaching a human trafficking quartel hidden in plain sight. They did it quietly and efficiently, like all they do, only to reach the end and find th ehostages were all tourists and...

"Oh, you again, thank God"

They hear your voice, relief palpable. Eyes trailing through the hostages until they land on you, looking scared and frizzled, but otherwise unharmed. Simon is the one who unties you and checks you over, you don't look like you've been here for long.

They send the rescued hostages to their ways and go back to debrief, only to be stopped by you, who, after getting your things from where they had been thrown, gently clear your throat and hand them a couple of sweets.

"I don't have more, but these were in my bag. Thank you"

Safe to say, they were in a good mood during the ride back, only the sound of candy wrapper being heard between the four soldiers. They didn't know your name, and as they quietly enjoyed the sweet taste of your gratitude, they thought of how much of a coincidence it was.

It was a week later when they met you again. France. This time, though, you weren't involved in the mission, but coincidentally enough, you were eating in a restaurant where the man who had the intel they needed was the owner. Thankfully, despite your eyes meeting Johnny's and recognition flashing over your face, you didn't dare to pull any attention to them. And they were grateful to you as you focused back on your date and let them do their jobs.

They didn't expect for you to find them after they left, a big smile on your face as you ran up to them. Despite being a random civillian, these men seemed to have taken a liking to you. Maybe it was the coincidence of you always being around in the worst moment that was so amusing to them. You hand them each some dessert in disposable packaging as you, once again, thank them for everything.

It's a pleasant night as they drive back to base, each with a gourmet dessert of that fancy ass restaurant, coincidentally enough, each dessert fit their individual taste perfectly, and debrief was more relaxed than it normally is.

The fourth time they saw you, they weren't in a mission. Now back in London, the four men relax together in a bar, finally having some downtime after so many missions. They were in a five person booth that night. A coincidence really, all the four person tables were occupied. It was Kyle who saw you, and John who recognized the man you were with as the man who had been with you most of the last times you've met.

They watch as you and the man seem to be talking — or rather, he seems to be talking as you stare at him, unimpressed and annoyed. It doesn't take long for him to stand up, looking like he was apologizing, but he turned and walked out with some woman like you weren't right there. Leaving the soldier to raise their eyebrows in curiosity.

When your eyes meet their's, it's like you all have known each other for years. You sit up from them bar, walking to their table and throwing yourself on the empty spot.

"my boyfriend just went back to his ex" you sighed, not sad, but rather annoying "what a coincidence, huh?"

They laugh at the words and nod along, easily fitting you in their little table. Your luck seem to have been running out, given all these events — but theirs? Not so much, not when it got them a new addition to their group. One with easy smiles and a thing for sweets, it seems.

Anon.... I'm sorry it took so long, this was sitting on my inbox and while the prompt is fun....my brain wasn't working with it 😥 like I fr have written things with that prompt in the past (not posted) but I couldn't manage it this time 😞😞😞 anyways uhhhh... Scare actor!reader inspired by @konigs-lover's anon 🦈! (Sorry for the tag!)

.𖥔 ݁ 🍯 bit suggestive by the end! Mentions of contortionism(?) ˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚

The 141 already knew you. You were a friend of Kyle's, somehow you two saw each other at a bar, and he pulled you over with the guys; and they actually liked you. You were funny, easy to talk to, fitting the space between Kyle and Johnny perfectly, fitting their table perfectly.

After that first time, you started being the obligatory addition to their nights out. They enjoyed how you were so different from them, so soft around the edges, where they were vigilant and always prepared, you were jumpy and squeaky, where they were steady and unbothered, you were anxious and nervous. It was good, it made them feel normal.

Slowly, you just...fit in, more than just a bar company, more than just a friend. Something tender — that they've only had between them — started blossoming between them and you. And they held onto it like starving men.

After a few dates on their shared home, watching movies and laughing and feeling alive — That's what you made them feel, alive, safe, warm — you feel like you're all close enough to share a bit more of yourself.

But it's a damn shock when you say you're working at the Halloween festival as a scare actor. And even bigger surprise as they all go and see you, and you look terrifying; a chill runs down their bodies, and alarms go off in their heads. Look, they're hardened soldiers, but the moment they look at you, who'd usually be smiling kindly, looking....dead? hair messily thrown around, clothes barely scraps, dirty and looking sick? it has them nervous.

John is the one to take one step closer, body moving before his mind can explain this is danger, but your head twitches, and your neck turns so fast Simon's heart drops for a second, thinking it broke.

The scream that left Kyle and Johnny almost drowned out the terrifying sound that left your throat as you took off after them. John squeezed Simon's bicep and pulled the blonde, who despite being quiet, was tense as fuck, eyes wide as he felt terror he only ever felt after his worst nightmares.

"Bonnie please!" Johnny cried out nervously, pushing Gaz when the other hesitated in front of the scot "c'mon it's us! You can cut it out no— AAH"

Johnny squeezed Kyle so hard it definitely would leave bruises on the man's arms, John was frozen, eyes wide, Simon was squeezing John's shoulder like he needed the emotional support. You crumbled to the ground and now had started contorting and moving behind them in seemingly unnatural angles, and whatever rational thought left their minds as they collectively followed their survival instincts.

Kyle almost fainted, being pulled by Simon who ran faster than he thought he could, followed by both John and Johnny's screams, they've never heard Price scream like that, but the old captain was horrified.

Safe to say, later that night, when you finally found them after hours, they were hesitant around you. Still thumming with adrenaline.

Though Simon's eyes were blown out, locked on the fake blood stains on your skin and Kyle was staring at the fake(?) knife you had in hand. Johnny already squirming thinking of getting scared like that by you again, and John? John was planning how to punish your pretty ass for being so damn good in your job.

Anaconda reader: I can *flicks tongue* smell you

Simon: Can I lick the blood off.

Reader: You're going to get a disease.

Simon: Please.

.𖥔 ݁ 🍯 suggestive! Mentions of blood ˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚

You stare at Simon where he's looking at you in the common room. You had just come back from a solo op, blood splattered over your face and gear, muscles aching from having fought and strangled enemies.

"You know I can smell it, right?"

You say, the tadte-smell of arousal evident in the air whenever your tongue flicks out. It's not just Simon either, Price, Johnny and Kyle are all seated around the common room with their eyes locked on you. Making you squirm in place. They all taste like arousal, the pheromones different from snake hybrids, but noticeable in the same way.

"Can I lick the blood off of you?"

Simon blurps, even Price coughs, shocked Simon just said that, though they should've expected it, he's the only one blunt enough to say it — and crazy enough to not fear getting killed by it.

You feel a thrill go down your whole body, clearing your throat, you stare at him.

"You'll get a disease from that"

You say it more to yourself than him. It makes you dizzy thinking of his tongue flat against your bloodied scales.

"Please"

He whispers, almost begging, eyes locked on your blood splattered scales, pupils blown wide. At that, you hear Johnny whimper from where he's seated on the couch beside Kyle, both staring, you try and not focus on the obvious bulges they sport.

You don't say anything, it's not how it works for snakes like your species, you just raise an eyebrow at Simon, you're sure your own pupils are dilated. He doesn't even have the decency to be embarrassed, Simon steps close to you and, with eyes locked on yours, rans his smooth, warm tongue over the blood on he scales of your collarbone and shoulder, ripping a gasp off of you.

It takes barely another lick and a groan from him for the other men of the room to whimper, groan and grumble respectively and jump you two. You're ushered to where they have a shared nest, not exactly carried since they really can't handle your massive weight. Hands, lips and teeth everywhere. Their smell mixed with their arousal and your own pheromones in a mind dizzying mess.

Ghost: ...hm, sure

Soap: Hey! C/S!

C/S: Hm?

Soap: Yawns

C/S: Struggles to not yawn

Emerald boa hybrid C/S: Yawns like a emerald boa would

Ghost: ...

Soap: Cool right?

C/S means "call name" btw just thought to clarify

Anon, I had not seen how Emerald Boas' teeth look like, and I've seen those in various zoos during my life, so thank you for the terrifying sight in my research!

Just for context, I'm writing this pretty much based on my other snake hybrid post, and though I didn't say it explicitly there, the boys are hybrids too!

Soap is a Red Deer Hybrid

Gaz is a Sand Lizard hybrid

Ghost is a Wild Boar hybrid

Price is a puma hybrid

(all these based on native wildlife of the UK and Scotland ^^ )

It was a normal morning, Ghost was making his tea quietly, Gaz was sunbathing, Price was somewhere running drills, and Soap was with you last time Ghost saw him.

Suddenly, Soap appears beside Ghost, grinning like he's into some super funny secret, and Ghost can already feel tired just looking at it. You're casually slithering to where Gaz is sunbathing, looking tired.

"Lt! Lt, you have to see this"

Ghost raised an eyebrow at Soap, letting out a grunt as he, against better judgement, decided to indulge the scottish.

"Aye, Kite!"

Soap grins as he calls out to you, waiting until your eyes lock on him only to let out a long yawn. Grinning as he sees you make a face, struggling not to yawn too. To his amusement, you couldn't hold it in.

Your mouth opened slowly, then your jaw moves, terrifyingly wide, big teeth sticking out, and worse, you opened your mouth even more, big enough that you face is barely visible, only the set of multiple teeth and wide jaw, only for you to close it casually and stretch in the sun, all soft and relaxed.

Soap grinned at Ghost, who was frozen, his boar instincts screaming as he just watched that horrifying scene, he slowly looks at Soap, who is nodding along, like he wasn't the one showing this to Ghost.

"Scary, 'ight? Had me instincts haywire first time ah saw it."

You looked sheepish, calling out to soap angrily. You knew it was scary to see, but Ghost actually looked in awe now, after his fight of flight instincts weren't sending him buzzing with adrenaline.

" 's damn mortifying"

He mumbles, but it sounds almost admiring coming from him, which leaves you feeling a bit giddy, giggling. Of course you're too focused on those two to notice Gaz is frozen beside you, wide eyes as if he just saw his life flit by.

Simon commenting on your looks and how good you are with Riley and how he wouldn't mind getting belly rubs from you tonight.

Maybe you spot them and use your dog voice saying something like "Could you be my good boys and help with something?"

Nghhh I was already planning on making more, but since you, my lovely lovely Glorp, sent this ask...here u go :)

Original post!

Kyle never thought he'd be in a place like this on one of his precious days off. But Simon had commented in passing that he was going to a dog show that's serving as a way to raise money for the dog sanctuary you help out on sometimes.

And damn Kyle, because he tried, he really tried not to cave, but he just couldn't help but imagine how you'd look if he went; would you smile at him? Be happy he was helping out the sanctuary? God, he'd love it if you looked any proud of him. He feels incredibly stupid and horny at how he's so willing to do anything to be good for you.

Simon seems almost delighted when Kyle asks if he can go too, shrugging and nodding with a hum. So that's how they found themselves here, where's happening some on the spot grooming services (all the money would go to the sanctuary) and a little dog show with the sanctuary's dogs in the hopes of getting them adopted.

You were right there, making sure the dogs going on for show were properly clean and groomed, with little bows, ties and whatnot. You were grinning so big, and Kyle just knew he was gawking, he could feel Simon's teasing gaze on him, yet he couldn't care less, not when they were walking closer to you and your eyes brightened when you saw the two soldiers.

"Lookin' good"

Simon murmured to you with a smirk, Kyle felt something churn in his stomach, but he barely stopped to think of it as he saw you grin so mischievously, leaning forward as you whispered something to Simon, who answered just loud enough Kyle could catch part of it.

"Wouldn't mind the nuzzle today"

Kyle stared, then some more, feeling hot all over, and suddenly very very much like he was missing something here. You only bit your lower lip and grinned before glancing at him, and he knew you noticed how embarrassingly turned on he was, because you just tilted your head, smiling.

"I'm so glad you came" you said, crossing your arms where you leaned on your counter "could you be a good boy and help me with something?"

Oh, the whine he barely choked back was pathetic. How come a soldier like him be so turned on by that? And worse, Simon is right there, and the lieutenant has a smug look on his face that has Kyle almost whimpering. Damn him.

Kyle did actually help you out after pulling the hem of his jumper down to hide the tent in his pants. Going around carrying things and doing any heavy work you and your coworkers didn't want to; it was just as he finished carrying some supplies to the back that what he was ignoring hit him.

You and Simon, huh? He wonders if his lieutenant knew about his little infatuation...who was he kidding? Of course Simon noticed Kyle was drooling at the sight of you, he probably knew it from day one and was getting a kick out of rubbing in Kyle's face that you were taken.

He huffs and opens his eyes, ready to turn, go back out there and pretend he didn't feel this sick wave of want and jealousy wash through him. That's when he notices the weight around his neck, looking down, he sees a dark green leather collar around his neck, which he was sure wasn't there when he walked in this room.

"Oh, see? I told you he'd look better with green"

He hears you purr, looking back, he watches as you and Simon stand there, his mind running to understand just what the hell was happening here. Before he can, though, you step closer and casually clips a leash to the collar around his neck, his eyes wide as he watches you give it a testing tug.

Simon laughs at the sound that leaves Kyle's throat, raising an eyebrow at the sargent. But Kyle can barely focus on that when you're pushing him against the wall while pulling at his leash and oh god... He's so hard it hurts.

"Such a good boy" you coo at him "nothing like my old mutt over there"

If Kyle wasn't so busy trying not to come in his pants right now, he would've noticed how Simon blushed a deep shade of red at that comment. But his mind was already going fuzzy as you coo and purr at him, tone so sweet, degrading and praising just emough to make him whine, needy in a way he never thought he could be.

"If Simon had told me you sounded so pretty, I'd have put a collar on you earlier"