Soap Mactavish Modern Warfare 2 Novels & Stories

He leaned closer to the screen, like he could smell her—musk and expensive perfume. Milo unzipped fully now, cock out and heavy in his palm. Thicker than Rex's, but shorter. He spat into his hand—wet schlick—and pumped in time with the robot's thrusts. "Watch her tits bounce. Clamps from earlier? Still red." His free hand gripped the desk edge, knuckles white. The chat window popped up on his second monitor—ghost of the dead stream, frozen at 12,347 viewers. VIP_69: "More squirt next time."

I stood outside, under the harsh sun for about three minutes before I broke the lock of the door in annoyance and walked in. The first thing I did was to chug down a beer and then get an ice bag to help my sore ankles. Munching a bundle of crunchy biscuits, I waited patiently for Blade who still hadn’t replied my message. After consuming six bottles of beer and countless snacks, I watched a black sedan drive in and park in the coffee shop’s driveway. Blade came out with his usual all black clothing—a big black sweatshirt, a black baggy jean, black glasses, black face cap, black sneakers— and a revolver carefully tucked by his side.

Levi was gifted like that, he could get in anywhere, and you never heard him coming. “I’ll be back in a bit. I know you’re going to need some Scotch for tonight’s bullshit meeting,” Levi said, and walked out again. Malachi smiled, and shook his head. Levi was right though. Malachi walked to the living room, planning on getting himself a drink, when he spied the man standing with his back toward him. The stranger was gazing out of the window. He had light brown hair and stood about 6’2” tall.. The stranger turned around, and Malachi noticed the fern like marks on his left arm. It started at his wrist and went all the way up to his neck. “Malachi Sinclair.”

Swallowing whatever was put in her plate by the servers so as to not draw unnecessary attention, she hastily made her way to the flats that served Samar as his base these days. She found Samar inspecting a weapon in his hand. The fluidity with which he was doing it while simultaneously barking orders around, was a testimony of his expertise with them. There were already two loaded semi-automatic revolvers and their magazines faithfully nestled against both sides of his ribs, tucked in his shoulder holster. There was a faint outline of weapons at the end of his trouser legs as well. "Did you want anything, Maahi?" he asked, not really looking at her. Or stopping.

I said as I crossed my arms in front of my chest. "I love mint choco." He said and I stopped. "Disgusting!" I hissed and he laughed. "Why is that disgusting? It's good." "I feel like brushing my teeth when I eat that flavour." I shook my head. "Do you have a pet?" He asked. "I have a black labrador at home. How about you?" "Really? I have a labrador too!" He said and I turned to him completely surprised. "Millie.. her name." "Blue.. his name." I turned to him and looked at him straight into his eyes.

He sent a private message. Brady Chapman: [I've got a tip! Found a fat sheep!] A few seconds later, a reply came. Keith Simmons: [What kind?] Brady Chapman: [A black armored RV! Probably Lv.3. Solo driver. Loaded with supplies—I saw it, packed to the brim!] Brady Chapman: [Coordinates: C996 Zone - 87.3, 28.9. Near the gas station.] There was a brief pause before Keith replied. Keith Simmons: [Solo? Armored RV? You sure?]

I was the one who made him this way, and it somehow boosted my already full to the brim ego. I loved the tired look in his eyes when he looked at me earlier, the way his eyes teared up as he begged me to stop, but the way his ass kept milking my cock made me feel like a fucking superman. Well, hello Satan, this is Giovanni Marino and I am reporting live from my domain. This boy right here in my arms loves my cock so much, so please don't take me now. "Aren't we there yet? It's freaking cold." Adrian grumbled into my chest and I stared down at him, flashing him a wicked grin.

The fat boy commented with clear sarcasm in his voice. Everyone burst into laughter at his sarcastic comment except for the redheaded girl. “Well full disclosure, she is indeed the legendary mate-less warrior.” Everyone gasped at her statement. “That’s ridiculous! We were never told that the mate-less one existed and I can assure you that I’m a straight A student in history!” The fat boy bragged otherwise. “Yeah, how could that be?” The cute voice spoke up again and everyone did the same. They had never been told about the existence of the mate-less one, not even their parents.

The message played on repeat, hitting any ship docked at Aeolus. "This is the Peacemaker. We have been hit by an EMP. Our mechanic is one of yours, Malachi Mads Lowell. We need help before our ship is stormed. Please, if the Lunar Ravagers can hear us, we need your help." I knew the alpha had a soft spot for Mads, his adopted son. I could only pray that they would get it. Daxton took one for the team, a distraction while I could get my weapon. Take the Pantomath off guard.

Makaria knew she would be in between awful and unforgivable if she did not succeed in this. War leant his weight on the warm brick wall, outside of the filthy, run down, unkempt human motel. The trip up to their location was quiet. Trent refused to come out of his room, even on Alpha's orders. Then when he did emerge from his room he stunk of liquor and weed and maybe a few other substances War vaguely knew about. With just War and Alpha Khan the trip was filled with silence. Alpha Khan questioned once or twice about Pomelia but that was it. War didn't mention anything about Jess, the insane she-wolf who had a thing for Alpha Khan. It seemed like they enjoyed their toxic relationship...