CoD oneshots (Mainly TF141)

their favorite body part of yours (sfw)

Gaz - thighs

No questions asked, this man is a thigh man. He loves to rest his hand on your thigh while he drives, carrassing your leg softly, trailing his hand high and then low, nearly to your kneecap then back up again. While your cuddling, he'll lay on his back, have you on his side and have your leg hoisted up onto his and his hand rubbing your thigh. Or when he's had a long day, he'll throw everything to the side and join you on the couch, his head on your thighs, his hands wrapped around them and kneading them softly while your fingers tread through his hair.

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"Babe?" He called out as he walked inside, his bagged being thrown off his shoulder and against the wall as he closed the door behind him with his foot. You were sat on the couch when you heard him enter, lifting your head from your phone and smiling at him as he walked in.

He sighed and smiled at the sight of you, silently making his way to you and flopping down on the couch, shuffling his way closer to you until his head rests on the fat on your thigh. He then wrapped his hands around them, as if he was holding a pillow and snuggling closer, pressing soft kisses to them.

His hands softly started to knead your skin, working out any knots or any tension he felt as your hand found its way on top of his head, softly rubbing his scalp with your finger tips. He hummed contently, pressing one more soft kiss to the skin of your thighs and he laid there, feeling his eyes shut and his hands slow down, your fingers on his scalp pulling him into a deep slumber.

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Soap - hands

I don't know why, but I see him constantly admiring your hands. Calloused or smooth, soft or rough, he absolutely adores them. Any second he has, he'll hold your hand and press your knuckles to his lips, leaving soft kisses on every crevise and every teeny tiny scar he can find. He loves to intertwine your fingers while you guys are walking in public, practically showing you off and showing that your off limits with one small gesture. He especially loves how gentle you can be with your hands, every time you cup his face in your hands and rub your thumbs under his eyes, he feels like he could cry. He loves to press kisses to your palm and mumble "you have the touch of an angel".

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You were in bed, reading a book peacefully with some quiet music in the background, not too loud to distract you, but just loud enough you could make out every word. You flipped the pages softly when your boyfriend walked in suddenly. He sighed and walked over to your bed, gently taking the book, closing it and making you lose your page as he tossed it onto the bed.

"Hey!" You huffed out, instantly shutting up when he sat on the edge of the bed and grabbed your hands, his thumbs gently running over your knuckles before he lifted them to his mouth, pressing soft kisses to them.

You tried to be mad, really you did, but his gentle gestures to your hands always made you melt. You smiled and then when he was done, he would rest inbetween your legs, wrap your arms around your waist and rest his chin on your chest, allowing you to cup his face in your hands, pressing a soft kiss to his forehead.

Eventually, he would turn his head to the side, pressing soft and delicate kisses to the skin on your palm, mumbling soft praises before he rested his head on your chest and let you run your fingers through his hair.

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Ghost - waist/hips

He is obsessed with your waist and your hips. You have the perfect curvature and dips in the right places so his hands can fit perfectly on them. At first, he wouldn't ever touch you-being too scared he would "infect" you, or being too scared that you would hurt him in some way, but the first time he slotted his hands on your waist and hips, he felt a piece of himself swell up. Anywhere you guys are, in the bedroom, looking in the mirror to see the scene of his fingers gently dancing over your skin, or in phblic, especially when your talking to someone he doesn't quite like.

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You were currently on base, talking to a private about absolute nonsense. You ended up getting distracted, stopped paying attention while they blabbed on and on about nothing-you swore you felt your head starting to pound. You couldn't even tell the way they were looking at you, that's how bored you had to have been.

But Ghost noticed. It was the first thing he noticed. He was on the other side of the room, discussing something with Price, his arms crossed over his chest and his hand clutching onto his bicep. His grasp got tighter and tighter until his knuckles turned white. He excused himself from Price, leaving the slightly older man utterly confused as he watched him walk towards you.

You were pulled out of your thoughts when Ghost's gloved hands snaked around your torso, rubbing your skin softly before he settled on your waist, bending over slightly to rest his chin on your shoulder. "Hi, love."

He murmured, pressing soft kisses to your neck through his balaclava. You would lean into his touch, resting your head back on his chest and scoff a small laugh as you watched the private scurry off. You then turned around and looked at him, a smile plastered on your face.

"You gotta stop scaring people off."

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Price - face (does this count as a body part? whatever.)

He adores your face, more then anything. Any mole that rested on your skin, any scar, any dimple he could find, wether it rested on your eyebrow, or your cheeks when you smiled, he loved them and everything about your face. He loved to cup your face in his hands, admiring you and just staring at you until you broke his train of thought with a small laugh and teasing him for going soft. He never cared, he could sit there for hours, admiring you, mumbling soft praises against your skin as he kissed every part of your face he could. After a bad day, he would find you, wrap his arms around you and hold you for a moment vefore he pulled vack and get lost in your eyes before pressing kisses all over your face.

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Price was grumpy. He had a hard day of pushing recruits around, trying to get them to co operate and listen, but they were a rowdy bunch and just wouldn't shut up. When he finished with them, he made his way to you, stumbling around base, ordering privates to scurry and find you for himself when he struggled to.

He didn't panic when he couldn't find you, he just felt himself growing more snappier and grumpier with every passing second you weren't in his arms. He kept treading around base, searching every room for you, ordering privates and recruits out of his way.

Then he found you, sitting in the garden and feeding bunnies some carrots. He sighed, smiling softly as he stepped outside and walked to you, listening as the bunnies scurried off. You lifted your head and looked up at him, smiling. "Hi."

You whispered, watching as he sat down in front of you, a small huff escaping him. He allowed his calloused hands to lift up and cup your face in his hands, his fingers hover over your skin before he let them rest down on your delicate skin. He then leaned forward, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead, his beard and mustache tickling you and making you chuckle softly.

He leaned back and just sighed, losing himself in your features and your eyes. He carrassed your face, his thumbs gently running over your skin. He felt his fingers dancing over any dimple, admiring them and sighing as he rested his forehead against yours, ramblimg about his day as you sat there and listened, allowing him to hold you- and your face- for as long as he needed.

-- fin

i was thinking of dojng a nsfw version of this because i really like doing stuff like this, small imagines or whatever theyre claled!
and possible part two with other characters! :3