#cod writing

Managed to wrangle him into a run to the store? He’s conveniently going to always queue behind you, and move to the same cashier that just called you. Before you can tell him to fuck off because you’re not paying for his shit too, he’s already got his wallet out, before you can tell him not to, he’s paid for both of your things.

He never makes any sign that he’s going to do it, either.

Once, at the pub, you had told him firmly that you’d pay for yourself. After some back and forth, he relented.

Or so you thought.

Because at the end of the night, this bastard had gotten up and claimed he was headed for the washroom. Instead, he had gone and paid your tab.

When you had found out, you glared holes into his head, of course. You were capable of taking care of yourself, dammit! But Ghost remained unfazed.

In fact, if you looked hard enough, you could swear the edges of his eyes were crinkled.

Hey so. Can we ignore how I didn’t even see this.. IM SO SORRY ANON!!

Part 1, Part 2

When Kyle and Johnny wanted to show you off, you didn’t know it would make such a big scene.

Suddenly, you started seeing the Privates looking you up and down, even cat-whistling at you in the mess hall more than usual.

This thing was so.. different from what usually happens in a day. Usually, you’d just train, do paperwork, eat, train more, maybe debrief and then you’d go to sleep and that’s it.

Until one very cocky (ha) Private managed to get the balls to actually shoot their own shot.

He came up to you while you were sitting with Price and Ghost, while Johnny and Kyle were at another table and were pretending not to be listening in on your conversation.

“Hey, bunny. Rumour has it you’re sucking dick all around base. Wanna take on me? I bet mine’s bigger than all of the others you’ve had.” He said, not even seeing the way Price and Ghost turned to him with a death glare.

Before he knew it, Johnny was lunging at him (nobody made a move to stop him, Kyle even joined him in yelling at the Private for even suggesting such a thing.)

Of course, the night ended with your head in Prices lap, lapping at his cock while Ghost abused your cunt from behind.

I hope this is to your liking, anon!! (I’m not really experienced in writing stuff like this with barely any smut if you can tell)

husband simon riley coming home from visiting his brother, and knowing that he wants a baby. 

he was dragging his feet so long prioritizing his work and too scared to become like his father, but seeing his brother and sister in law and little joseph? he wants it, no, he needs it.

he comes home and doesn't even waste time taking his coat off. he just finds you, laying on the couch, sitting up with a smile and devours your mouth in a messy kiss.

“fucking need you, baby,” he whispers, already fumbling with his belt. “need to fuck a baby into you.”

before you know it you're on your back and he is pressing you back into the cushions. your hand wraps around his cock, only meaning to stroke him to full hardness while he fumbles with your pyjama pants.

but you are underestimating how long he has been thinking about this moment, how long he has been hard already.

“no, baby, wait–” his eyes roll back and with a groan he comes all over your stomach. his hot come splatters onto your lower stomach, right over your womb, obscenely. 

his forehead leans against your own and he sighs. “fuck. gonna need to try again.” he pushes your legs against your chest. “not gonna waste a single drop this time, promise. not gonna stop til you're carrying my baby, yeah?”

and he doesn't.

The 141 is fuming. Their newest member was taken into custody for something they didn't do. They know this because they were with you during the time of the alleged actions. The idiots won't release you because you're in an active integration, so now the team is watching you through the one-way glass while Price is trying to keep himself from ripping someone's head off long enough to get you out and not end up with more people in custody.

It's the same old same old till your interrogator starts in "your team can't save you-"

A sickening laugh echoes through the room and you curl against the table. Before sitting straight put head tilted too far to the right eyes blown wide. "How ignorant do you have to be to think they're coming back for me?"

Everyone freezes, and for the first time, the people in charge of this monstrosity realize they might have royally messed up. The investigator is eyeing the exit as soon as he realizes your hands are shaking. Chills are running down people's spines, and your team is gripping their gear trying to maintain their composure.

"No one comes back. You aren't the first to try to frame me. They aren't the first for me to love and be abandoned by," the words come out too even, too practiced, yet you clearly believe them wholeheartedly.

"You can't kill what is already dead. But" your head tilts in the opposite direction, still too far, "you can hurt it." Another laugh that barely sounds human.

"See, from this point forward, you're no longer dealing with a member of the 141, and just remember, you asked for it. Let me tell you, whatever you hope to find is not here. But something far worse is."

John Price Domestic Headcannons:

Drives a Land Rover and I’m pretty sure he’s a type of the man that loves his car right after his partner lol (relatable brand, big, comfortable car especially if the kids are planned, a luxury worth spending on).

Loves tinkering in his car (doesn’t matter if it all works well, he likes the hobby and keeping his hands occupied with something).

Definitely a gentleman to his partner but more gruff and rough to strangers. As he knows the reality of the world they live in, the dangers hiding in the shadows,  even more when his partner is a civilian.

Comfortable silence in the flat. He doesn’t fill in the quiet, he treats shared silence as normal. That doesn’t mean he’s not up to listen to you ramble or carry a conversation, but I think John appreciates a moment of peace when you both are busy with your own things (you reading a book, him watching a football match) but sharing the same space.

Definitely a morning person. If he’s at home, he’s definitely up before his partner, body and mind used to military routine and rules. Makes coffee or tea, always prepares a mug for his partner too. That also means he’s quicker to be in bed as the adrenaline of the field finally quiets down and is replaced by fatigue or it results in naps when he actually lets himself wind down.

A man of action by nature—always has been. He needs a purpose, a mission, a cause to fight for. I think the peaceful domesticity would sometimes result in him buzzing in restless energy, needing to keep his hands/minds occupied so he definitely takes on little jobs around the house. The lightbulb flickers? Changed before you can blink. The door hinges whine when you open them? He definitely oils them up and aligns them. The faucet is leaking? He’s under the sink with his toolbox 20 minutes later. 

That doesn’t mean he’s not open to just replacing/buying new things like dishwashers, washing machines, or a vacuum cleaner if something’s not right. He makes good money to provide and not everything has to be turned into a little afternoon project.

I do believe he would prefer a mature partner that’s independent, that can take care of themselves and have their own things going on while he’s not there, not just waiting around for him in the house for months. He never overrides his partner’s autonomy. He's definitely a type of man to pamper while he’s home, probably centering his attention around you and the house while he’s there to make it up to you.

Definitely is the dominant one in the relationship - old habits of a Captain die hard - but won’t hover if you call him out or tell him that some things make you uncomfortable and definitely provides stability, not toxic dominance. That said, he still needs to feel needed as a man - like paying for things, driving you somewhere, holding doors, fixing stuff around the house, holding the grocery bags, doing all the heavy stuff because that’s what he’s there for.

I think his care is less emotionally supportive and more practical inclusive, things that he can fix on the spot. John’s care is steady and practical—he provides warmth, stability, and space without ever taking independence from his partner. He definitely knows how to read you well, knows your tells and your body language, lets you spill what’s bothering your mind. He doesn’t ask how you feel - instead he asks/says: Do you want me to help you find a new job? Let me go with you so you feel less stressed. Where do you want this? Do you want me to give you space and let you figure it out on your own? Let me take care of this for once. Is there something I can take off your shoulders that I haven’t noticed yet? He definitely supports you without making a show of it. - I think John would let their partner retreat when they need to—into cleaning, into silence, into work—without interpreting it as rejection. He’s confident in himself, confident in you and confident in your relationship. He stays present without hovering. That matters more than reassurance. And he understands needing space himself, especially when the trauma of his work catches up with him and there are things he can’t say. But he won’t just let you work yourself into a frenzy either.

A fan of PDA at home, only subtle, gentleman touches are visible in public. A guiding hand on your back, fingers intertwined or your arms hooked together.

Definitely continues to smoke his cigars much to your dismay BUT at least tries to do it outside or on the balcony so the smell doesn’t linger indoors (it definitely does anyways).

Can be a difficult one in a relationship sometimes due to his military background. Not on purpose, but I see John as a very independent man and definitely asking for help for himself out loud is a no in his book, toxic masculinity deeply rooted in his veins. He is better at dealing with his work now but I think it still catches up to him sometimes and he will insist on dealing with it on his own. Won’t listen if you want to take him to a doctor or anything like that. Won’t talk to you about those things and will result in him closing off while he fights it. Would want to process some things alone.

Definitely a master of lying to himself that the injury or the pain is not that bad, that he had worse and survived AND hadn’t complained. His knee that’s cracking like an old couch every time he crouches and makes an unpleasant sound? Definitely doesn’t hurt, you’re just exaggerating. His back that’s tense, shoulders tight after he was working on something in the house? He had worse in the field, that’s nothing! Will not say no to a massage or a back rub though. I think any person that has a spouse in the military or in another heavy job in both body and mind must be patient and understanding, and well, not to take it personally.

it doesn´t matter how or when you met, if you´ve made it past the point of just dating with him you´re settled for life

he doesn´t do one night stands, hell he doesn´t do dates so whatever has happened between you two was a damn lucky coincidence

and you must be a saint anyway to have made it through the months of not hearing anything from him because of the job and because he just genuinely doesn´t believe he deserves an ounce of good in his life

but you´re stubborn, perhaps even more stubborn than he could ever be, which honestly impressed him just enough to stay, because you wouldn´t let him go

Simon falls fast and hard, he just doesn´t show it in overly conventional ways, you hardly notice any change besides him sending you a postcard every now and then or having his toothbrush at your place because it´s too much of a drag to go back home on leave

yeah, you´ve got him now, he´s even worse than an abandoned mutt who finally found a loving owner, he´s more loyal than any dog could ever be, needier too, you wouldn´t believe how fucking clingy this man gets when he feels safe, something he thought was impossible for him

but you did that, didn´t you? making things work that absolutely shouldn´t

and so the years pass by and he´s starting to prepare himself for you leaving him, it´s that point in the relationship when other couples start thinking about kids and marriage, things that scare him more than any op ever could

he´s got a vasectomy as soon as he could, having kids is quite literally his worst nightmare, not just the responsibility and the knowledge that he wouldn´t be a good father but he couldn´t live with himself if they turned out to be anything like him

and getting hitched? no fucking way, over his dead body and honestly, it already was halfway there. no, being a husband to him meant nothing more than pain and suffering, he had seen what it did to his father, miserable old fuck. and how it killed any light that was still left in his mother. marriage was a cage, a prison he never wanted to enter

so yeah there was a solid year where he checked out of the relationship just a bit, he´s too scared to actually talk to you about it and lose you over these things, he still sucks at opening up

one day you´re invited to a friend´s wedding and he swears he´s yours for life in that moment. you two get asked when it´s finally your turn and you just shrug and say it´s not really your thing, he´s yours so you don´t need some fancy wedding or document to prove it, and kids? hell no, that was never in the cards for you anyway, that´s why the two of you were the perfect couple, you knew it from the second you saw him, you told them and Simon was speechless, he usually doesn´t initiate much intimacy but when you got home that night he kissed you so desperately his lips wouldn´t stop trembling, muttering about how fucking lucky he was to have you, what a lucky bastard, how you´re stuck with this grumpy asshole now and you better not leave him now that you made your choice, gets so fucking cocky too, you really have to be careful when things get to his head, but you wager you could let him have his fun for a while, both of you know exactly who´s really in charge in the relationship?

Warnings? None. Kyle is a secret geology nerd. He has a rock collection.

Soap pauses as he leans back. Trying to suppress a flinch as Kyle, gently rubs his sore back.

This supposed quickie, had turned into a three hour date, they’d been to some art museums, café, pub, and now Gaz was giving him a spa day.

He was becoming a spoiled bastard.

It all was a bit odd.

This… care.

But it ate up some of the large abundance of time he suddenly had. So who was he to complain.

The lotion was absolutely frigid. Apparently they ‘lasted’ better cold. Soap had some doubts about that. But he wasn’t complaining about the pampering. Though unusual it was for him.

The cold cream was rubbed tenderly. Wiped all over his supposed ‘stressed’ skin. Kyle terribly gentle. Soap wasn’t sure why or how his skin looked stressed, but if the moisturizer helped, why would he complain.

Kyle was the expert here.

MacTavish let’s out a little yawn as Garrick just massages his back. John was going to fall asleep if he kept this up.

Too tender.

Too soft.

Too kind.

Wasted on the likes of him.

Soap grunts as he pokes at his back. Really digging at his upper muscles now.

“Bloody- how’d you get so much stress in your back! ‘S like trying to give bloody mountain a massage”

Soap huffs at that. Giving him a slight smirk.

“Nae ma fault Garrick, all ta hopes o our grande nation lay solely on ma shoulders”

“Our- you ass, my back’s aching too”

Soap snorts. Lying down on his stomach as Garrick pats Johnny’s side. The movements unconscious.

“Tell ma more aboot yer dream..”

Gaz rolls his eyes.

“Feeling nosy?”

“Fok off gives me something ta think aboot”

Gaz pinches his tense neck. To which Soap lets out a very manly yell.

“Och… careful round ma neck… hoping ta keep it attached…”

“Mm..” Kyle grins. Leaning down as he pressing an apology kiss behind Soap’s ear. Nostrils flaring as he thinks about Soap’s request.

“I’d like to visit a really rocky desert.. something like Mojave or Atacama.”

Soap must’ve made a noise because he quickly pinched John’s pained neck muscle to shut him up.

“Hold on before you pounce on me for that, Tav. I’d like to see it… because… geology’s … pretty neat”

Soap nods.

He could respect that. He remembers Gaz telling him about different types of rocks once. Not that he retained all of the information. But he could as least listen. It’s the very least he could do for someone as wonderful as Gaz.

“Yer gonna melt though.”

“Unlike you, I can handle the heat”

“Yer so gonna melt, ye a bog born Brit in camel spider territory. Luv yer used to foggy and rain… n really shite footie teams” he tilts his head. Eyes crinkling at Gaz’s face.

Gaz is glaring daggers at that last part. Wasn’t his fault that somehow the Glasgow club pulled on top in the end. He was still mentally pouring over theories on that surprise victory.

“And you’re the desert expert?” Sassing him? A hardened SAS demolitions expert. Youngest to pass selection. He raises an eyebrow.

“Was in Australia fer training” a heavily redacted sentence. “Ma sunburn stretched frem ma head to ma toes.. absolutely roasted alive…”

Gaz scoffs. Hands moving to scratch at the base of Johnny’s neck. Making the Scot sigh loudly.

“I’m built for the heat”

Soap chuckles into the pillow. Shaking his head.

“Oi! Don’t laugh you prick”

“Oh ah cannae show ye a prick if ye’d like”

“Shut up…”

The two just breathe for a moment. Soap sitting up. Grunting as he moves. Shooting a glance towards Gaz. Gaz shifts in turn. Pushing his legs over the edge of the bed. Closing the tube of CeraVe. Rubbing moisturizer on his hands. His own blunt nails scratching at his forearms.

Soap watches. Soaking up every action. Stormy eyes flicking about following Gaz’s hands. Taking a mental note of every single mole on the other man’s body.

“See something you like?” Gaz muses.

“Aye, several.. how’d ye get tat scar..?” A calloused finger gestures to a faint scar on Gaz’s forearm.

“Oh… uh tripped looking for rocks for my mum..”

Gaz rubs at his own bicep. Adverting his eyes.

“I was eight so you can’t judge me..”

Soap doesn’t comment on that. Instead turning over Gaz’s forearm. Rubbing the area. Always inspecting him.

“Wot rocks ye find?” Soap’s lowers his head. Reacquainting his body with shrimp posture. Pressing his lips into Gaz’s skin.

Gaz lets out a cough. He couldn’t let Soap know how much little pecks made his heart flutter. He was ‘better’ than that.

“It was just some plain ol’ granite.. just had a cool marbling” Kyle dismisses quickly.

“Mm.. Ah’m sure it was lovely..” Soap was getting that look in his eye, again. That stupidly mushy look that was so rare. Kyle snorts. Trying to once again push the feelings down. ‘Get yourself together, Garrick’

John didn’t get mushy. No, just sentimental. Kyle probably just made John feel safe or something small like that. The Scot wasn’t tender no. He was rash, bold, adaptable, terrifying, not anything related to tender. He didn’t-

“Ky.. ye got the loveliest pair of eyes, ye ken?” Johnny mutters. Lifting his head again.

“You’re being daft. Nothing special about brown eyes.” A quick deflection.

“… Ah like them, donnae be an arse.. ah’m tryin ta compliment ye!” John’s stubbled jaw tightens.

“Well” Gaz smirks. Okay he could do this. This wasn’t too tender. They could just banter and fight like usual. “Tav, mate, you have a type”

John’s brows furrow. Creasing his forehead.

“Nae, ye n Si aren’t anything alike..”

“Brown eyes, older than you-“

“YER ONLY A FEW MONTHS AULDER!!” Soap playfully shoves Gaz. Making the older Sergeant snort. A grin painting his features now.

“Still older… where was I… taller than you, easy to do honestly-“ another shove. “You like someone who calls you a bastard. Me and Ghost both do that…”

Soap rolls his eyes.

“Aye, ah get it ye n LT are similar. There’s a few glaring differences though.” John gives Garrick a hard stare.

“One, ye donnae have the emotional spectrum of a walnut. Two, yer social. Three, ye didnae raid a Halloween shop fer yer kit.”

Gaz shrugs and hums. “Well I guess I enjoy having you around, mate”

John doesn’t respond verbally. He just continues to stare at Gaz.

“Mate, I love you, Tav. I-“

Gaz pauses his eyes relaxing as Soap inches closer. John’s nose rubbing against Kyle’s chin. Making his skin tingle with how soft the touch was.

“Tav?”

“Hrm?”

John blinks tilting his head. Thick eyebrows furrowing as he waits. A bit grumpy he couldn’t just start snogging Kyle’s face off.

“Mind.. uh.. um.. can you rub my neck.. before you start kissing me?” He mutters.

“Aye, need ma ta give ye a nice good-“

“John. Massage and kisses.”

“Yer loss..”

Kyle huffs and sits back. Letting John start to rub at his muscles. Easing some of the pressure. Pressing some kisses to warm skin, at each inhale from Gaz.

“Wot rocks did ye find last mission?” Soap prompts as a distraction.

Garrick snorts. Blushing slightly at the topic. Yeah… Tav was his forever person. Letting him talk about shite like, pieces of quartz he found last mission. Like some snotty kid.

“Smoky quartz… it.. surprising find actually mate.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah.. you know what causes it’s colour?”

“… uh I… I didn’t really ken… but.. uh something with the minerals?”

“Ding ding ding! Basically radiation from other rocks beams into quartz that has some aluminum in it… and it changes the colour” Gaz is beaming as Soap hums. The stockier man absentmindedly rubbing Kyle’s neck while he thinks.

“Yer a bright one.. ‘m guessing if tat rock cools the colour fades or some shite?”

Gaz blinks lower lip jutting out as his thinks about the question. “Yeah.. forms citrine when you do that”

➤ || you text some cod men to introduce them to your children. spoiler alert: you like animals.

꩜ || w. john price, johnny "soap" mactavish, simon "ghost riley, kyle "gaz" garrick, alex keller.

☠ || tw. cat and wine. i won't elaborate further. my first smau and since English is not my native language i hope it's will be ok ( ᐛ )و