#task force 141 cod

Your role within the 141 was unique, to say the least. Your job was ‘morale’. One might wonder ‘what does that actually mean’, but the 141 were very clear on what it meant. 

You were there to ‘boost morale’, by any means necessary. That devolved into an open free-use agreement between you and all members of the 141. 

Soap was the first to suggest it. Everyone else agreed quite quickly, by that point you’d already slept with all of them, they all slept with each other, making it ‘free use’ just made it easier on everyone.

Depending on the mission, depending on your mood, it always rotated what happened with you when the 141 returned. 

Despite the similarities between all of them, you could be blindfolded (and you often were) and know exactly who was fucking you by the way they moved and touched you. 

Gaz and Ghost were gentle, but where Gaz was firm and confident, Ghost was so focused on you that his touch often felt more careful. Gaz was polite to a fault and it translated to his time in bed, and Ghost’s trauma(s) made him hesitant at first, but once he was comfortable it was all in. Yet, he still maintained the same careful touch, that he feared hurting you, or pushing you away.

Soap and Price were not gentle. Far from it. However, Price preferred for you or Gaz to top him in bed. While he happily took charge if needed, Price let you two take the reins in your intimate activities and his interests veered towards being dominated. You understood; he took charge in so much of the rest of his life, he was always in control of everything— this was the one way he could be on the other end and he thrived with it. 

Soap, on the other hand, was a dominant switch, which played in everyone’s favour. He was also rough and aggressive in bed, feral almost. Again, it played in everyone’s favour. He loved to choke, hair pull, bite, and slap, and he loved it more when you returned the favour. 

The 141 took turns with you, or took you together. Ghost and Soap preferred to team up on you, the juxtapose of Ghost’s gentle touch paired with Soap’s feral behaviour made it a pleasant time that sent you reeling. Soap usually passed out while Ghost drew you a bath and made you both tea after. 

Price and Gaz preferred the solo routes, but if they were wanting to enjoy more than just each other then they’d drag you in, too. Price, similar to Soap, falls asleep soon after while Gaz maintained the aftercare. 

When the five of you got involved together, it turned into a frenzy that was impossible to follow. Teeth, tongues, hands, cocks, limbs, ropes, knives, candles, an absolute mess of fluids and sex. Those events were rare, usually they happened right after the 141 came back from a longer deployment. They’d fucked each other enough while deployed and now they needed time with you and to decompress with each other. 

One day, as a joke, Ghost and Gaz had made a bet; who could hide you the longest from the others.

Ghost managed to find you first after the bet was on, absconding with you and hiding you away from the others. He came back regularly to fuck you silly and make sure you were tended to, then returned to business as usual. It took three days before Price found you, fucked you, and dragged you to a new hiding spot. 

This went on for a month before rules had to be laid down; Ghost wasn’t allowed to hide you anymore— he hid you too well from the others and had you all to himself, which made (mostly Gaz and Soap) a bit jealous to lose the team's shared ‘toy’. When Ghost had you hidden from the others a possessiveness came out of him that only made you weaker to him as he’d pound into you, your hands and feet bound as he growled into your ear;

 “Mine.” 

“All yours, sir.” You would cry out as he buried himself inside of you.

“Good little bird.” 

He wasn’t happy about losing his rights to hide you from the others, but he was good about finding you. 

Gaz was better at hiding you than Price, and Soap always just hid you in his room (he liked the idea of hiding you, but he also liked to share you far too much to keep you hidden from the others for long). 

Gaz would hide you anywhere he could think, Ghost often finding you almost immediately and after he finished filling you until you were leaking onto the floor, he’d draw a little ‘Ghost’ on your ass with a marker and leave. Gaz returning to you still dripping, and he’d cursing “That fucker.” before refilling your greedy holes, front to back. 

Price would only start to look for you if he was getting antsy, he could usually find you pretty quickly, stuffing you full of him and then dragging you off to his office where you became a cock warmer until he finished whatever work had annoyed him enough to come find you in the first place. 

You had a room in the barracks, you only slept there while the 141 was away, and even then you often slept in one of their rooms, rotating each night; whosoever room you were asleep in when they came home got you first.