#cod headcanon

Should I turn this into a whole fic? Let me know 😊

Major was your best boy.

When you joined the team, the 141 were unsure. How was a dog more skilled than 4 trained killers.

“So lass, tell me. Does he bite on command or only when someone annoys him?” Soap would ask. “Depends, Johnny. Wanna test it?” Would come your reply.

That was until he took down an enemy with one bite to the neck. He came back about covered in blood, just looking for his tennis ball reward - tail wagging.

Soap calls him wee beastie - it earns him a growl. He tries to win him over with dog treats (it half works).

Unsurprisingly, or maybe surprisingly, Major takes a shine to Ghost.

Gaz enjoys playing with him, until he gets too nippy then he realises why he’s got the “don’t fuck with me” patch on his harness.

When you’re hit, Major takes down the enemy and stays by your side, not leaving until Ghost and Soap get there.

Major stands guard, not leaving until the boys have you stable.

When you’re back at base, Major lets ghost get yours and the enemies blood off his fur and snoot. He makes sure there’s no injury to him. “Easy lad. Let’s have a look.”

The nurses try and shoo Major off the bed when Ghost sneaks him into the room, but one look at the four men surrounding the bed has her retreating.

you didn't mention it to anyone, and people simply noticed it when talking to you or handing you things. they congratulated you, talking about the ring. you nervously brushed it off, trying to explain it.

ghost didn't know about it either, and when he overheard someone talking about it, he dropped his mug of tea on the floor, the pieces scattering around the place.

this was such a shock to someone who had planned to propose to you.

well, propose might be a bit too far, considering you two are not even dating. he wanted to say it, but things were a little too hectic and he didn't have the guts to ask you out and moreover you're not sure if you'd like him... even if you two have been friends in the taskforce for years.

then again, in his mind, you two are practically an old married couple.

he was clearly upset by this, ignoring you and trying to push you away. he was undoubtedly hurt. did you elope with someone? why didn't you tell him? invite him to the party? did your "friendship" with him mean nothing at all?

ghost was snappy, in a terrible mood overall. he snaps at johnny, yells at gaz, and even glares at price. he was constantly on edge and it's starting to piss you off. so you confront him.

"what the hell's up with you?"

he didn't feel like humoring you, sitting down all irritated over his meal instead.

"you've been avoiding me all week, snapping at people... did i do something wrong?"

so he went off at you.

"wanna know what's wrong? you. coming back to base with a bloody ring. let me guess, you eloped with someone? is that it?" he hissed, "and here i thought i'd propose, that's out of the fuckin' window now."

you sat there, taking his words in. "... it's a fidget ring?"

you showed your hand to him, using your fingers to spin the little parts of your ring. he didn't realize how you've been fidgeting with it, or how you explained to people over and over that you're not married or engaged.

all of the sudden ghost felt like his blood ran cold, not only because he just acted so stupid jealous over a trinket, he basically admitted that he wanted to marry you.

Characters: Soap x fem!Reader, Gaz x fem!Reader, Ghost x fem!Reader, Price x fem!Reader

P/s: You ask your 141 boyfriend/husband what he wants as a gift

Please don't judge harshly - I'm just writing for fun. Please excuse any mistakes, English is not my native language.

Price

You were lying together on the couch, wrapped in each other’s arms.The TV murmured softly in the background and you lazily threw your leg over his thigh.

— "John, darling" — you began, gazing thoughtfully at the screen — "I’ve been racking my brain trying to figure out what to get you. Maybe something for fishing? Or something tobacco-related?"

Price picked up the remote, turned off the TV, and looked at you. His eyes were gentle, but that familiar mischievous sparkle was there — the one that always made your chest feel warm.

— "I don’t need anything, love" — he said calmly running his fingers along your arm. — "Everything I need, I already have. Right here". He lightly touched your heart, then added with a sly grin. — "And a little bit… right here". His hand dropped to your stomach.

You interested , though still a little confused. — "At least give me a hint, John. Something I can actually give you."

He leaned in, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispered — A certificate.

— "What?" — you frowned, blinking in surprise. — "A certificate for kids. From you" — he said perfectly serious. — "No expiration date. Unlimited activations."

You lifted your head, looking at him in shock - but smiling all the same. — "John! That’s not a gift! That’s not how it works!

He chuckled pulling you closer. — "Oh, it works just fine. The best gifts are the ones that last forever."

You shook your head, pressing your cheek against his chest. — "You’re impossible, John."

He laughed softly, his hand tracing slow circles along your back. — "Maybe. But I’ve got a mission and I intend to see it through." His voice dropped lower, tender now. — "Just stay with me. That’s all I’ve ever wanted". You smiled as he kissed your temple.

Ghost

You’re lying sprawled out on the couch, your legs resting across his lap. Simon lazily squeezes your foot - half massage half idle gesture - while his eyes stay glued to the news on TV.

— "Simon, darling "— you begin — "I was just thinking… The holidays are coming up. Be honest — what would you like as a gift? And don’t say "nothing"."

Ghost turns his head toward you. His gaze pierces right through you, his face is completely serious, unreadable.

— "Spider-Man bed sheets" — he says flatly. — "And a backpack. Also Spider-Man. Glowing. So it can be seen from a mile away. And make sure it has a compartment for my tactical knife."

You blink, trying to figure out whether he’s joking or not — "What? Are you… serious?"

He shrugs without changing tone. — "I’m beginning to heal. These are my unresolved childhood issues." He pauses, then adds in that same cold almost dramatic voice: — "And if I don’t get that backpack, I’ll have to bring it up in therapy next week."

He turns his head back to you. — "You wouldn’t want me to tell my therapist you traumatized me by refusing a gift, would you?"

— "No!" — you burst out laughing. — "No, no, I got it. Backpack. Glowing. And bed sheets."

— "And make sure the backpack says "With great power comes great responsibility"." He turns back to the TV. —" Otherwise, it’s just a backpack."

You collapse into laughter, trying to catch your breath. — "Wait… you actually go to therapy? How did I not know?" Simon calmly changes the channel. — "Of course not".

Soap

You were lying on the floor while Johnny "Soap" MacTavish was doing push-ups over you—bare-chested, sweaty, focused and gleaming.​

— "Ninety-nine... one hundred!" — you finished counting, chuckling. — "That’s it. You're done, champion."

​Johnny wasted no time dropping straight onto you, breathing heavily. His hot, wet skin pressed against yours and you felt your heart rate quicken.​

— "Johnny" — you said softly, running a hand through his slightly overgrown Mohawk. — "Tell me, what do you want for the holiday? Just so I know what to get you."

​He pushed himself up on his elbows, looking at you with the air of someone about to say something deeply profound. — "What do I want...?" — he drew out thoughtfully, gazing into the distance. — "I want you to spend the whole day telling me that you love me. That you need me. That you feel safe with me."

​Your heart instantly melted. — "Aww, Johnny..." — you almost whispered, smiling.​

But then he suddenly squinted roguishly, the corners of his lips twitched and leaning in close, he added. — "And then for you to sit on my face."

​You blinked, unable to believe you heard that out loud. — "Johnny MacTavish!" — you gasped, indignant yet smiling. — "You just ruined the most romantic moment!"

He chuckled, pulling you into a tight hug. — "No way, wee lass. I just made it realistic" — he replied in a completely serious tone. — "In my head that's the perfect day: lots of love and lots of you.​ This is what I want."

You couldn't help but laugh, pressing close to him. — "Well, at least you're honest" — you sighed, shaking your head through the laughter.​

— "Always" — Johnny winked, settling back down onto you. — "Honesty is my middle name."

Gaz

You were sitting together, eating the cake he had brought. You were swinging your leg idly, feeling relaxed, while he meticulously transferred strawberries from his slice of cake to your plate.

— "Kyle, I wanted to ask" — you caught his hand as he placed yet another berry. — "What kind of gift would you like? Something I can actually give you."

Gaz paused with the strawberry in his hand and looked at you. A disarmingly serious expression settled on his face.

​— "A gift? Then I want you to go up there and get me the moon from the sky and while you're at it, a couple of stars too."

He tried his best to hold back a smile, keeping his expression stone-cold so the grin wouldn't slip but his eyes were shining with amusement, giving him away completely.

​— "Very funny" — you laughed, taking the strawberry. — "Are you serious?"

He placed his hand on your cheek, and his tone immediately softened, becoming genuinely warm.

​— "Seriously, I have everything I need." — He looked at you tenderly. — "I don't need anything. The main thing is having you here."

You sighed realizing his answer was absolutely true, yet completely useless for your mission to "find a gift."

like father like son

thank you for your patience for this request😭i'm so sorry if this first cod piece i'm doing is rough, i haven't written for cod before (although i've ready plenty of fics lol). i just got through the gameplay, and i'm hoping that i'll improve the more i write for them :)

c.w. - slight language

john price

as the task force threw a party for christmas, trying to maintain some form of morale and spirit for the holidays, especially for those who couldn't make it home or have family come to them.

you didn't have anyone to go home to, so you were able to stick to the walls of the party, ever the wallflower in these situations. but you were enjoying yourself with your fellow teammates, and you eventually found yourself under the doorway to exit the party, looking in.

you feel a presence soon, looming behind you, causing you to turn and see your captain behind you. you give him a look of curiosity, as he points above you, and you follow the direction, immediately feeling warm at the mistletoe you find above you. given how long you've been standing here, it might have made you look like you were expecting someone to kiss you.

John “Soap” MacTavish + breeding (ft some Ghost)

Been busy all day, so a short one today. I know absolutely nothing about the military and ranks, but readers at least good enough to go on missions with Soap and Ghost. Lil bit of Ghoap x reader, but Soap focused.

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Soap: Fuuuck, yer big…

Ghost: You don’t seem to be having any trouble with it.