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( 1-4-1 ORDER# 12-86 DESIGNATE ROMEO ) ── RACOON CITY, ARKLAY COUNTY . AWAITING EXTRACTION INFO FROM TASK FORCE 1-4-1 . 2132 HRS SEPTEMBER 23RD .
light meets the edge of the city and bleeds out . night rushing in , pooling the extremities the sun had left to rot . the sky swelled with pollution , darkening the urban landscape , casting it with the same blackness seen in late stage purification . only a matter of time before the people here too wandered about , flesh filled fasciitis , necrotizing before their very eyes .
ᴾˑ〝 nobody can get us out of here . we're on our own ― @prosopagn0sis
he knew it already . only offering a stare in response . they were fucked . the force was almost twenty - five clicks west , hovering on the outskirts of the city . though he wouldn't be surprised if they had left already . orders were strict , he knew the consequences of not being there in time for the extract helo .
it was his own nobility , prompted by his never ending need to distract from his ornate selfishness , that had now placed him in the middle of the soon to be killing floor . despite the heroic nature of his actions , it was nothing more than a self serving exploit . to drown out the hollow thoughts of brutalism . one good deed to distract from the endless stream of heartless ones . he knew the gesture was false , intentions soiling any kindness done in doing so .
he turned back to her , hand secured her arm , holding her in place for a moment . bending his head slightly to maintain eye contact . questioning how much of a liability it would be to extract with another body safely , he was capable . he was trained for it . another second of debating , his mind was made .
&&. ‶ 'av a bitta faith would ya , ″ mask moves with his lips , slightly , almost unnoticeable . ― ‶ follow me , listen to what i say , an' we might just get outt'a here before we're entirely fucked . ″
#﹐ got your back ... reply#dyn ﹐ ghost & irma .#come with me if you want to live 🤖#hope this wasnt too short/long
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savagery tore through muscle &. bone with casual cruelty . body a citadel to horror of his own making , a natural barbarity that housed everything he was &. would ever be . fine tuned for the ripping of flesh &. declawing of marrowbone . a war dog bred for lethal intent ; the keys to his muzzle exchanged hands often .
blood splattered on his shoes , a red sheen glossed upon the dyed leather . these acrid exertions felt as easy as breathing now . the only stutter came from those he fell . the thud of another body restraining any and all hesitation from jumping forth , drowning doubts out from his skull . these common cruelties had long become his first nature , his first waking thoughts , the last whispers amidst his mind before sleep dragged him into darkness .
the intel was secured within his person , usb drive tucked safely within the confines of a padded pocket . he needn't ask what was on the drive , knew it was better to leave well alone from tricky questions . it needed securing , they sent him to do it . whatever its contents may hold , it was important .
the figure met him in the hallway , leaving him uttering profanity under his breath . KORTAC . he had taken the time to memorise their ways , only one of theirs would have been able to hightail him so efficiently . his gun was aimed to shoot , only the extreme trigger discipline stopping him from falling him like the other obstacles that had presented themselves today .
a brief moment of contemplation crossed the icy waters of sullied mud filling his eyes . ENEMY ? he could be . cleared for combat , extraction at all cost . but their allegiances wore thin these days , tensions high . it would be easier to extract with two . gun quickly found its holster , as he lifted his arms and signed back .
( not today . )
[ Extracting Plotted Starter for @anticivilian 's Ghost ]
It was a race against time, he had been told. Extract the necessary information and leave the premises as soon as possible -- others will also be trying to reach the same intel, exercise caution. He had to take it easy, possible civilians could be around, but so could the enemy racing against him. Extraction would be difficult, he was sure, having been sent by himself. But it was also convenient, so as to not drag unnecessary attention.
The problem lied in his need to cover as many bases as he could with as less time as possible. It had taken him quite some time to scout around any possible location. So, here was Atom by himself, now sneaking into the back area of the facility. Somehow, he had the feeling he was finally nearing the target this time. Lots of protection, cameras, guards, and the like... Yet something was off... As he went further in, he discovered the guards had already been knocked-out, cameras and alarms deactivated...
Ah, was he late?
It took him a second after pondering the question to reach the answer, meeting face to face with the one dubbed Ghost. Immediately, he took out his pistol and pointed it at the phantom, careful, defensive. He had to exercise caution. Despite knowing Ghost to be a prominent and fearsome part of an, usually, opposing faction, this time he wasn't so sure.
He slowly lifts his free hand, opened before signing "enemy?" Sure, it was reckless and not at all a sure way to confirm if the other was someone he could trust or not, but Atom was willing to take the risk, somehow. No matter what, he was aware of the fact that Ghost had the upper-hand for now. He had to be as passive and careful as possible to ensure his success.
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( puta madre ) // MY NAME TO YOU IS 𝗗𝗘𝗔𝗧𝗛 .
call of duty's , lt. █████████ GHOST . private ⊹ selective . heavily triggering topics throughout . headcanon based , original portrayal based on original games &. comic lore . KIA early ²⁰¹⁶ by zom ( he/him , 20+ )
⁰⁰¹ˑ DOSSIER. ⁰⁰²ˑ SIDEBLOG. ⁰⁰³ˑ SPOTIFY.
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⁰⁰¹ˑ there will be graphic themes and trigers laced throughout this account , as ghost &. his backstory is highly triggering . if topics such as : drug abuse , abuse , violence , war , ptsd , death , etc . although all triggers will be tagged ; i'm aware this isn't for everyone , so feel free to unfollow at any time if it gets too much . i currently have no triggers needed to be tagged .
⁰⁰²ˑ i'm open to discussing and developing any &. all dynamics , however romantic plotting will require heavy plotting before i will even consider it . if you have any ideas regarding plots , don't hesitate to hit me with them .
⁰⁰³ˑ i like to consider this blog drama free , i don't wish to partake in dash drama in any regard . if i am interacting with a problematic person , tell me so i may drop them immediately . i also will not interact with problematic faceclaims &. fandoms .
⁰⁰⁴ˑ i do not plan on changing my portrayal of simon anywhere in the near future , as i've been comfortably writing him for longer than i can remember . &. simons portrayal of mental health is largely based on my own , i encourage you to come to me with any questions or concerns .
⁰⁰⁵ˑ all media , lore , ( etc ) have all been adapted and reworked by me , or outright created by me . please refrain from stealing , i don't want to inspire headcanons for your own portrayal etc . psd &. graphics are all made by me , i sometimes make psds &. graphics on request for mutuals / writing partners , if you ask me instead of stealing , i'll probs help you .
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tempted to make a Soap just cause of your portrayal
COWARD , only tempted ? SHAME. do it.
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time seemed to extend itself , taunting him as it crept ever slower in his impatience . forced to stand stationary , a dog waiting for its master . the steady rise and fall of his chest the only sign that he was living , not entirely made of stone . bones and ligaments made rigid in the wait . blood coagulating , mixing with dirt and gore beneath his flesh .
he remained unnaturally fluid despite this , motionless and shifting all at the same time . a static shadow rippling under water . just like that , the air too seemed to be as unsettled as both him and trees around them . he watched the forest for a moment after she spoke , before eyes full of black ice and filth landed on her . little amusement found in her attemped jest .
― ‶ if you find the trees upsetting , perhaps they sent the wrong person . ″ gaze still bore through her expectantly , seriousness coating every syllable of his words , always the professional .
Closed Starter for @anticivilian
Pixie wasn't exactly one to just strike up a conversation out of nowhere, but at this point, the silence as she waited for transport was killing her. She glanced up to the man standing next to her, habitually pulling her scarf up to keep it from slipping, her left hand continuing to hold her weapon close to her chest.
"I don't trust those trees," she lightly joked, her voice muffled slightly by the fabric but still audible, tinged with a slight American accent. "They seem a bit shady."
#﹐ got your back ... reply#DYN ﹐ GHOST & PIXIE .#hes so serious#i apologise for him#he found it funny hes just not gnna let her know that#i dont find you funny /ref
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he'd been here before . caught in the iron sights of a stranger , a friend , someone he trusted . mattered little who was pointing the gun , it only mattered whether or not he knew how to turn the tables . & he considered his own pistol trained on the other was a fuckin' good start .
he allowed himself a long pause to assess the other . gun held with the professionalism of a soldier ; not the sloppy , shaky hands of a would - be abductor . two sides of the same military coin , the same calmness ebbing through worn veins . she must have been sent from DELTA FORCE . he was told they'd be working close , though he had assumed he'd be the only one here . they had sent one of their own . another level of distrust the u.s. had for their british counterparts . they needed help , but not at the expense of their own dignity .
but she was right . a stalemate was met . the deadlock doing more to make his blood hot than the fact he was not briefed for such intimate teamwork with american forces . irritating him that he had been halted in his ability to control the situation . knowing he should have reacted faster . pulled his gun quicker . mistakes like these did not go unpunished in the midst of war .
― ‶ delta force . ″ phrased in a way that was both a question and a confirmation of his own knowledge . he gave a nod , a small huff ( &. ) refrained to move from his combative stance . still not fully convinced on the others intentions . within cold gaze held an icy ferocity despite the warm hues melting beneath the surface , the only thing his eyes could offer in his annoyance . after a long pause , assessment of every minute detail , he lowered his gun . no intention of holstering it completely ― but it was a start .
( . . . ) ‶ lieutenant ghost . ″
it served as both a greeting , as well as any good of an apology as he was willing to give for pointing a gun in her face . already past the altercation , though he'd sure find a superior officer to yell at for not briefing him exactly . the immaturity of both their governments had almost allowed for fratricide , childish games in attempts to better themselves against the other . the same games they've been playing for decades now . they cared not for the dogs they sent to blood-sports .
a long enough time had passed to make him sure that he wasn't going to be arriving back to RAF BENSON in a body-bag . that his american counterpart was in fact , just that . still , a deep rooted distrust still made his trigger finger heavy . but he eventually holstered the gun , a final sign of good faith .
&&. ‶ we go'na keep standin 'bout or get to work ? ″
The weeks blended in between operations. Gemma rarely got downtime, not that she minded this situation. Less downtime means less time she had to think about her past. After receiving the call, she walked into the briefing room. Quickly noticing two things. One, the lack of her unit, and two the sense of urgency. The latter was one she was used to. They never called her or her unit in for a small issue, so clearly, they needed the job to go right, no mistakes, only executions. Something Gemma found she was good at, almost as if she were bred for it. Hell, some would even say that she enjoyed what she did a little too much. The job was one Gemma had done numerous times, search and rescue. Though this time, it was in a new place, Bolivia. Nodding silently, she confirmed she understood the orders and what time wheels were up. Gathering what she needed, Gemma set off for the covert operations building.
Landing, she kept to herself, blending in with the crowds of people in the airport. Face remained straight, she had a job to do, and it would be executed exactly how it needed to be. However, finding out that she would not be alone annoyed her. Typically she liked working with her unit or herself. Gemma knew there were capable people in the world, but none that she trusted, not like her unit. Getting into the rental car, she started the drive to what she would call ‘home’ for the foreseeable future. She had to admit at least it was better than a tent in the middle of the desert. Brown hues glanced around the surroundings as she drove through the winding roads. If it were not for the reason she was here. Gemma would call this place beautiful.
‘Seems like all the beautiful places have dirty and dark secrets.’ She mutters, pulling into the driveway, figuring she might have been the first one to arrive. Turning off the engine, Gemma sits there in silence, watching, making sure everything is clear before getting out. Forgoing getting her bags, at least for now, walking up to the door and instinctively going to her pistol. Removing it from its holster, Gemma figured it would be better to clear the area before getting ‘comfortable.’ Unlocking the door, her hand turns the knob, only to be greeted by an unfamiliar man with a pistol trained on her. Just as she had one trained on him, ‘Shit,’ she muttered, either my cover is blown, or my flight delay screwed me getting her first.
“Could you ask you the same question, guess we are at a standstill then, aren’t we?” Her voice remained calm, with no sign of panic. There had to be none in a situation like this. But by the way the other sounded and the state of the place, she figured he was the person she was supposed to be working with. “Name’s Grim, how about you? And maybe we should put the guns down. Not a great way to say hello, is it?” This was both a test and a way to lessen the tension between the two, and if he was a threat, maybe she could get him to lower the gun and could overtake him.
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ive been looking at ur blog for a minute and i literally love the way u portray ghost.......ur making me want to bring my stupid cod oc back on here
NAH IF YOU DONT we gnna have to beef it out
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Harley grips the soldier's hand tightly, tugging him along excitedly as her wild eyes study shop windows.
"Si look!"
The woman points out something that had caught her eye, before letting the British man go as she disappears into the store. Her blonde hair could just barely be spotted over the racks of clothing.
Eventually, she reappears directly in front of the man with an arm full of clothes and a wild smile.
"Try these on."
dog of war turned guard dog , stood sentry outside the store . the fourth shop she had disappeared into ; no sign of ending harleys' escapades just yet . little complaint came from him , apart from small groans &. eyerolls as she grabbed and pulled ( that's just how harley is . ) not yet accustomed to all her ways ; it was a change to his normal treatment : but by no means a welcome one , yet there was a lie in pretending it was the worst .
balaclava kept raised eyebrows hidden , seeing his colourful companion approach with armfuls of cloth &. fabric . fighting another , perhaps over - dramatic , groan . as well as the urge to remind her not to call him '' si '' in public . eyes scanning passersby to see if they overheard .
&&. ‶ this necessary ? ″ it wasn't . knew arguing with harley did little good . it wasn't needed to him , but the extension of his protection also came with protection of happiness , so despite grievances , he took the clothes . ― ‶ yer gun' make me look like a right toss'a ″
he wouldn't leave her outside alone : taking a single step inside before he nodded his head forward . a silent order of '' in , now . '' ( the risk inside a simple clothing store was almost zero , but he didn't get where he was by taking chances . ) waiting until she was a few steps ahead of him before they moved towards the changing rooms .
a few moments later ( &. a few thankful huffs that he was wearing civvie clothes today ) he emerged from the changing room in the attire the blonde had picked out for him , mask suppressing the look of disapproval on his face .
― ‶ the fuck yer got me wearin' 'arls ? ″
#﹐ got your back ... reply#DYN ﹐ GHOST & HARLEY .#⁽ ³ ⁾ gothamite — verse; dc comics.#he shoulda known harley was gnna play princess military fashion dress up with him the second she could#hed rather be waterboarded
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he sighs . chest cavity clogged with his own personal mould . messy tangles of flesh , guilt & dirt . obstructed by blood that didn't belong to him , built from grief and man-made violences . even the marrows of his bones are bloodstained . & when he sighs , he tastes the coagulation of anothers gore .
she was late . he'd expected some haste from someone in her position , given the circumstances . began questioning if it was worth his time to stick around when she rounded the corner . a small exhale as he watched her walk closer . his mask allowed for little in terms of expression , but his eyes held onto her figure with the same stiffness they always held . the flecks in his eyes only adding emphasis to his urgency .
lips press into a thin line underneath the mask , testy under normal conditions ; divulging into a state of outright irritability now . it wasn't his life on the line , her choice to be late . even if only by a few minutes . he would live , find another source for information . fedra did not take kindly to hostile informants .
― ‶ i'll put on some cat ears next time , so you can be sure . ″
tone was empty of everything except seriousness , straightening his back as she came to stand before him ; then slouched against a wall . it wasn't unusual behaviour ( nor a crime ) but he took offence anyways . exposed limb and slanted stances reminding him of how easy it is to take a life . of course , he would never intend to harm the other . a good informant , reliable , she'd be the last he'd seek to harm within the qz . and yet his mind haunted him with reminders of previous transgressions .
gaze shifted down the alley , to the rain reflected in what little light the stars surrendered to them . too brief of a moment to notice , before his unsettling gaze came to land back on mayven . staring her down as she continued with what he considered worthless rambling . he hated it ; or found it endearing , not yet decided on the matter , he supposed it relied on how good of a mood he was in that particular day . & despite threats of being plastered with her affections , he did take note of her request . usb chargers didn't often come easy , but he knew how to get some . ones that wouldn't require an arm & a leg ― not any of his own at least .
the smile fading from her face made him regret even having to inform her . he sighed again , perhaps to preface his words with an unspoken apology .
&&. ‶ theyre onto you , best to lay low a few weeks . fedras cracking down after kansas . . . your apartments likely compromised . ″
it had been raining — her boots muddy from the squishy, damp earth and her yellow wind breaker covered in beads of rain water as she stomped her way through the dark alley to her meet up spot with ghost. it was just past curfew but she had all the fedra patrol routes memorized. they would not be coming around to this part of the town, but it was better to be careful. just in case.
it was normally her reaching out to contact him — usually her offering something to him first. for a price of course. she couldn’t afford to be generous with her information. but to her surprise she got the radio signal from him — and there he stood as mysterious as ever — beside the brick wall of a boarded up apartment building riddled with graffiti and firefly symbols. once under the shelter of a hanging roof she pulled her hood down, hair damp and frizzy.
‘ you look so menacing — ’ she calls out, teasing, breaking the silence before finally getting close enough to him to lean against the brick and catch her breath. ‘ — almost couldn’t tell it was you. ’ she offers him a smile — something obnoxious and overly spirited for their current circumstances, but worked well enough to hide her true feelings of anxiousness. like a mask. ‘ i’ll be honest i don’t have any new jobs or info for your right now. you know how it is — highest bidder gets the goods. but i might have some stuff in a couple days if you can hang tight. aaaand if you can get your hands on a micro usb charger i’ll literally kiss you — well not literally — you know what i mean. but i’ll make sure you’re the first person i got to when i get something new, okay ? ’ always in business mode, not fully assessing the seriousness that weighed heavy in the atmosphere or the cold feeling she got that caused goosebumps to grow across the skin around her neck. something in her gut told her this meeting was different. why else would he reach out to her ? and with that realization her smile faded and she shifted on her feet to face ghost better. ‘ what is it ? you have something to tell me — what ? ’ / @anticivilian
#﹐ got your back ... reply#DYN ﹐ GHOST & MAYVEN .#⁽ ⁴ ⁾ when in darkness find a gun — verse; the last of us.#hes so fucking tense all the time#ghost; i dont like this broad#also ghost; mayven ur life is in danger come with me if you want to live /ref
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( DELTA ORDER# 12-3 DESIGNATE X-RAY ) ── SMALL DELTA OPERATIONS BUILDING , LA PAZ , BOLIVIA . SEARCH & RESCUE OF BOLIVIAN AMBASSADOR VICENTE VILLEDA . 2100 HRS MARCH 14TH .
orders echo between the tense formation of his skull , no difference between these & the last . no different to the orders to come after this . familiarity in the ever repeating commands of his superiors . he had become methodical , a fleshy mesh of instinct & ingrained reflexes . and he was good at it . of course he was , he'd been doing this so long he was more soldier than man . bone , trauma , and a damn good shot .
the drive to the small , covert operations building was little more than a chore , foot leaning heavy on the gas pedal , he found no pleasure in watching the views as he drove , seconds wasted here meant more time for things to go wrong .
within an hour of arriving ; he'd cleared the perimeter and ran three different exit strategies , as well as a blind run . getting to know the building , letting it become an extension of his arsenal . buildings were compromised all the time . there was no peace of mind when considering every threat , but there was an assurance of safety .
a laptop was set up in the building already ; of which he'd taken the liberty to wipe & take apart himself . making sure it wasn't bugged . in the process of putting it back together before he was interrupted . pulling his balaclava back over the bottom of his face as the sound of tires moving on tarmac travelled up the road .
his hands were programmed to reach for firearm at the sign of danger , like clockwork . within a few moments , he stood and made his way to room near the front entrance . pistol safety turned off as he waited for the stranger to come in .
he made sure he had a clean shot on the other before he spoke .
― ‶ who the fuck are you ? ″
( STATUS UPDATE , the things better left un-briefed
ft. @griim , plot based starter . )
#﹐ got your back ... reply#DYN ﹐ GHOST & GRIM .#i cut it short because it was getting too chunky#''who are you?'' ''im the owner of this house'' vibes#also lmk how this is for u cuz i can change it up
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⠀⠀⠀you need to be hooked up to a morphine drip ,⠀ you need to be eviscerated ⠀⠀⠀ you need your entrails to come out on the floor and spell your confession⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ ( ⠀ ⠀ 18+ , ⠀ triggering topics throughout .⠀ ⠀ )
#﹐ approved ; send it ... self promo#cod rp#call of duty rp#simon riley rp#ghost rp#i fucking love this game /ref
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— tag drop 001 / ? , MARCH . liable to change / additions .
#﹐ stay frosty ... ooc#﹐ got your back ... reply#﹐ he doesn't exist ... visage#﹐ operator for hire ... prompts#﹐ approved ; send it ... self promo#﹐ target marked ... promo#⁽ ¹ ⁾ actions have 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘀𝗲𝗾𝘂𝗲𝗻𝗰𝗲𝘀 — verse; call of duty.#⁽ ² ⁾ city of ghosts — verse; cyberpunk.#⁽ ³ ⁾ gothamite — verse; dc comics.#⁽ ⁴ ⁾ when in darkness find a gun — verse; the last of us.#⁽ ⁵ ⁾ ghost in a city of dead — verse; the walking dead.#⁽ ⁶ ⁾ history will not see it that way — verse; star wars.
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