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shadow0-1 · 1 day
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Carepackage
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mizushibart · 7 hours
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morning necessities. commission for lovely @tapioca-milktea1978 💕
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s-oaps · 2 days
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PRICE & GAZ IN GHILLIE SUITS 🍃 | MODERN WARFARE II
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blingblong55 · 14 hours
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Gold Rush- Vladimir Makarov
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Based on a request: heyy! I love your writing style and am I big simper for makarov!<3 Ignore this if you don't want to do it but what about reader being apart of makarov's crew and him falling in love with them during a mission. Thank you sooo much if ur going to do this!<333 ---- F!Reader, fluff/romance? ----
Being part of Konni was always a risk, especially when the rest of the world is against you and your teammates. Makarov, the man who started everyone just so happened to be by your side in this mission. He was rough, cold and serious, rarely making jokes unless you were a part of his inner circle. Tonight, he leads the team through yet another dangerous mission. 
You were walking towards another part of the enemy base when he stopped you. He shakes his head, "Too risky, take left," he commands but you know this place best. "If I take left the guards will notice me, this way is their blind spot, trust me," you voice above a whisper. "If you get us caught-"
"I won't," you cut him off. 
For nearly three hours, the team and you sneaked around, gathering as much intel as possible before sunrise. 
By the time the helo had arrived, he allowed you to go first, weird for a man like him to care about such things. On the way back to base, he sits beside you, "Smart move back there, Y/n," he says in a much softer voice. What he hadn't expected was for him to develop a soft spot for a person in his team, much less you. 
It didn't start tonight, no, this took time to develop. 
About two years ago, that is when he first noticed you. The team and you were just hanging around, it was an odd day, with no work or worries. He watches how his men laugh, how you sit by the corner, listening but not engaging and he takes note of that. With time, he notices how blunt you were, how you didn't glorify anything, especially not him. All others did, well those who were allies to his so-called 'cause'. 
You didn't mean to be mean when you were honest, you just said things like how you saw them, even with him. Another thing he noticed was how shy you were, but when asked your words spoke differently to how you are. 
With time, he found himself smiling at what you did, the dumb jokes only you and the person telling them understood. Secretly, he began to memorise you. It would be a fear to others if he did this but in this light, it was romantic. He began to notice the smile you had when you'd read a book and it got to an interesting part. 
One night, he sat down on some stairs, looking up at the starry night as smoke ran in his lungs. He did this only when he knew you'd be jogging around base, sleepless nights were your excuse but he knew the real reason. 
Others noticed how kind he was to you, how he never laughed when you were the butt of the joke. It became clear when he would only beeline to you when books were in his hand. All in Russian but as he said, "The author made it in Russian because the emotions are better written."
He always had a book he needed you to read. In some cryptic way, the words between pages and titles were his way of being a poet to the girl in the jogging shoes. 
Tonight, as the team arrives back on base, he asks you to stay back. 
Why be feared if you, yourself fear something?
The walk to his office was calm, screw whoever said comfortable silence was overrated. This silence with him was nice, it was...beautiful in some way. 
"I wanted to...say something I think is idiotic to say, especially for a man like me," he starts. Your gaze on his soft eyes, those heterochromatic eyes. 
He takes a deep breath and continues, "I like you. I like all about you and I think I would be a fool if I never said this. You can act as shy as you want, and pretend I annoy you, but I want a lot of things with you. I've read poems that remind me of you. I like our night routines, I like how you know the real me. I like how everyone here adores you...at least I do. I didn't like how you have become the only person I get nervous around but...now, I do. But I do hate that you make me feel excited, happy and hopeful and that you know me better than anyone. I hate worrying about you so if you must, reject me now so I can have a real reason to hate myself too."
His eyes desperately looking at yours and when a smile appears on that beautiful face of yours, he smiles too. 
For three months, he and you get close. Milena, the woman everyone, even the enemies, thinks is his lover only stays close so she can finally see a long-time friend happy. 
Everywhere he goes, those sweet eyes you've come to love steal glances at you. Small, secret smiles capture no one but the eyes of each other. He becomes the constant in your life as you do to his. 
In this world, he shouldn't show anyone his shiny toy. He mustn't since he knows others will break the one fragile thing he allows himself to have. So, like the flower-covered coat pockets in his home, he keeps you tucked away for when his hands can be fragile again.
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kaitaiga · 2 days
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Damo redraw from a post made about a year ago 🤔 Based on the MWII cutscenes.
This one’s shown before the mission ‘Violence and Timing’ 😄
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stumisstability · 1 day
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Soap: Ghost, did you see that really long email from Price?
Ghost: I saw the first few sentences.
Soap: ok...?
Ghost: And then I realized it was a really long email.
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ghostsbimbo · 2 days
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spiltspit · 25 days
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I just think johnny could convince simon to wear a kilt
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yoshidatommy · 30 days
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TF141 (oversimplified)
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amustikas · 3 months
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“I showed you my fish pls respond”
would you swipe right on him???
oh and happy valentines ;)
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shadow0-1 · 10 hours
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Trails
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mizushibart · 27 days
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Fatherhood.
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s-oaps · 7 hours
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GHOST 💀 IN “KILL OR CAPTURE” | MODERN WARFARE II
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peach-skyies · 4 months
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blingblong55 · 14 hours
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ima give you a lil delight dearest 😉
Ringing, silence, why do the silence so loud? I cough and wave a hand in front of me, the dust tickling my lungs as I breathe in. I stumble as I slowly ride to my feet, a hand pressing against the ruble that was once a building. Fucking told Mactiavish not to blow it yet, bastards in for a- "shit, fuck, no!" ...Simon? My eyes widen and I feel fear, ugly and all to familiar, swell in my chest. Any pain I had felt is shoved to the back of my mind as I run, following the sound of Simons voice and his scent I smell just barely in the air. It's smells...wrong, something is wrong, the thought Simon could be hurt makes me speed up, and I almost slip and fall in the pieces of concrete littering ground to get to him.
My chest heaves and I take in the sights of Simon backed against a large chunk of ruble, leaning against it with a zombie, dead by the head shot wound I can see in the middle of its forehead, clutching tightly at his ankles. "Simon!" i shout, overjoyed he was alright and jog over to him, dropping to my knees "Simon your o-...Simon? " i feel fear creep up my spine once again as Simon clutched his right arm to chest, a pistol in his hand presumably the one he used to shoot the zombie, with his left arm and staring intently at it with something I had only ever seen in his eyes twice, fear, pure unbridled fear. I follow his gaze and my expression becomes one of horror and anguish, he was bit. I feel tears pool in my eyes, mumbling with a breaking voice "no no no, not you Si"
Simon turns his head to me, to his eyes all to soft and gentle for a dying man "Grim" he utters my name and I shake my head, leaning forward and clutching at his arm, pressing myself against him like a distressed child "no!" I sob, the force causing me to heave "Grim" Simon says again, his voice more stern. I open my eyes, when had I closed them, and he looks at me so gentle, so soft, so warm. Normally I would've felt immediately safe, but it only causes more hysteria "no Simon! We already lost dad, I'm not losing you too!" I feel something sweet in my chest and throat, choking me from the inside. I shake Simon to get my point across, but still when I feel a hand graze my jaw, I look up to meet Simon's eyes, I can tell her smiling under his mask " it's okay" no, no it's not! My family is dying and it's okay?! "Is okay Grim, it'll be okay"
pulled out my skills for this one 😋😘
(I started Fucking crying bro, this shit got me fucked up😭😭)
hanging this up on the wall, this is pure perfection, well written, thought he'd wake us up from a dream but no
gut wrenching, heart stopping..
I am applauding at you!!!!!!!!!!!
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tb-png · 2 months
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workout buddies! - 👻 🧼
Some historians might call them great workout partners, others might even be inclined to call them good friends
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