#ace combat 7

[sasha-psychedelia]

ace combat players be like

#196 #sound on #ace combat #sps69 #ace combat 7

[redteapanda]

I just realized I never posted my lighthouse mission art. Trigger having to deal with one of the longest darn tunnel missions.

My style swings back and forth between painted and graphic a lot hehehe.

#ace combat #ace combat 7 #trigger #no nation #artists on tumblr #digital art #art #planes #illustration #f35 #jets #drones aint shit i got no blood in my body #ace combat 7 skies unknown #dark blue #the opening cinematic for dark blue fucks me up so bad

[cutiequisitor]

✨ part of a balanced breakfast! ✨

#happy saturday! enjoy this thing that i made one evening #ace combat #ace combat 7 #ace combat count #righto!

[the-river-is-right-there-chopper]

I found a new photo editor so here's more of these

#ace combat #ace combat 7

[modpix-blog]

Here. have 47 seconds of Captain Torres laughing like a maniac.

#ac #ace combat #ace combat 7 #torres #captain torres

[mt10lt20]

Fly me to the moon.

#ace combat #ace combat 7 #ace combat 6 #ace combat zero #cipher #pixy #count #trigger #talisman #shamrock #shippy stuff #never thought id use that tag on a pic with just planes #testing out some new art related things

[tomc4t]

#ace combat 7 #ace combat #trount #they’re on a very important mission

[mikhailwrites]

Soaring Ever Higher 2 - Ghoap/Ace Combat 7 crossover

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Ghost met John "Trigger" MacTavish and after the pilot saved his life - at cost of disobeying a direct order - asked him out for a drink. However, Trigger stood him up...

John is on his way to change from his flight suit to something considerably nicer. Well, maybe not all that much nicer since he wasn’t exactly planning on going out during this deployment, let alone going out with someone. Still, a tan tee and black cargo trousers could be considered an improvement.

Just as he’s nearing the door to his room, someone is standing in front of them, hand raised to knock. Trigger makes another two steps before he pauses. He’d recognise the unruly mop of dirty-blonde hair anywhere. “Count?” he calls out his wingman, who turns around quickly.

“Ah, there you are! Come on, the boss needs you,” Count gestures. Trigger stops. No way. Do they really have to do this right now?

“Can’t he wait at least till tomorrow? He can chew me out then,” John shrugs, resuming his walk towards his room.

However, Count shakes his head. “It’s not about your stunt today, I think. There’s another mission, an urgent one,” he explains. “So, come on. It’s not like you have somewhere better to be.”

He does, actually, but doesn’t say it out loud. If Count knew about his plans, Trigger wouldn’t hear the end of it. “Aye, okay, lead the way.”

True to Count’s words, Long Caster is already in the briefing room, going over maps and documents. The moment Trigger and his wingman come through the door, their commanding officer looks up, eyes locking on John.

“Good thing you haven’t changed yet. You’re about to go out again. The station personnel is refuelling your aircraft as we speak.”

“What’s so damn urgent then?” Trigger barely hides his displeasure as he walks around to the table and looks at the mission intel.

Long Caster also turns to the table and pulls out a topographic map of the nearby mountain range. “We need you to do a recon sweep.”

John gives him a long, hard look as if to ascertain if he’s serious or not. “Excuse me? A recon sweep? Don’t we have drones for that?”

“We do. That, and insubordinate, obstinate SoBs that treat commands as if they were mere suggestions. Get ready. You leave in ten,” Long Caster nods at the fellow pilot. When Trigger doesn’t move an inch, he adds: “Dismissed, Lieutenant.”

“Yes, sir,” Trigger grunts and leaves.

Count looks at the back of his friend and wingman before he turns to Long Caster. “With all due respect, sir, was that really necessary?”

“I don’t need you questioning my orders, Count. However, if you insist, I’m sure we can arrange some rewarding mission for you as well,” his superior cocks an eyebrow in obvious challenge.

“I think I’ll pass. Permission to leave?”

“As far as I’m concerned, you were never here,” Long Caster nods to the still-open door and Count excuses himself.

The flight path is long and utterly boring. Trigger has to fly low and slow for the radar and lidar to catch everything he needs. He’s bored. His jet is bored, too. It’s just a sea of green, stretching in all directions, and, even worse, the sky is still overcast, so it’s just the green below and dull grey above.

He returns after the nightfall. Taking off the helmet, the sweat-drenched mohawk sticks to his head. Trigger only exchanges a few pleasantries with the staff and engineers before retreating to his quarters to shower.

Only then, under the spray of lukewarm water to cool himself down, does he remember he was supposed to meet with Ghost and practically stood the man up. Great way to fuck up a promising start they had. John shortly debates if he should go to Ghost’s quarters and explain to him what happened.

No. It sounds like bullshit, and he’s way too beat to go anywhere, anyway. Even more so since the Strider squadron’s mission has been completed, and they will be returning to their home base tomorrow. Another long, boring flight. At least he will have his mates to chat with.

#

Ghost finds Laswell first thing in the morning. He’s not angry, and he’s willing to give Trigger the benefit of the doubt. Ghost knows better than most how quickly downtime can turn into active duty, especially for top operatives such as himself or Trigger.

Laswell is fully immersed in the display of her laptop. Ghost knocks on the open door and is given a lifted index finger – a universal symbol to wait, and that’s what he does. Full five minutes, actually. Only then does Laswell click a few times and finally nods at Ghost to come in. “What can I do for you, Lieutenant?”

“Do you know where Trigger is?” Ghost’s voice is steady, as is the rest of him. To anyone else, it wouldn’t sound any different than asking what’s for lunch, but not to Laswell since it’s her job to notice even the most subtle changes and details. She’s also damn good at her job.

“Yesterday, Flight Lieutenant was needed elsewhere, in a rather urgent manner, I’m afraid,” she confirms Ghost’s unvoiced theory, “as of this morning, Strider squadron’s mission has concluded, and they returned to their home base”. By mentioning Trigger’s rank, she also lets Ghost know that MacTavish actually outranks him. Interesting, if not exactly surprising. It’s good that John didn’t intend to leave him hanging. However, Trigger is now, quite literally, in the wind. Who knows how long before they run into each other again? Ghost tries to convince himself that he mostly minds the debt; he’s promised John a drink. “I could get you his phone number if you want.”

“No need,” Ghost declines her offer and pointedly ignores the knowing look on her face. Laswell doesn’t need to know everything, let alone the degree of interest Ghost has in MacTavish.

Ghost walks out, stopping on the tarmac and looking up. There’s the vast expanse of clear blue sky. If he’s honest, he never paid too much attention to it. His fight is and has always been on the ground. Now, he can’t help but wonder: how does being up there feel? There is no ground to support you, no cover to help you, no nothing, just you, the mission, and almost endless space. There’s something freeing in the thought but, at the same time, anxiety-inducing. No, Ghost is very much ground-animal, thank you very much.

If he gets to talk to MacTavish again, he will ask him what he sees in the blue. What does he feel when the jet leaves the ground? What is he thinking about, up there, among birds and clouds? And what’s with those three strikes on the tail? With a newfound resolve, he changes the initial if to when. When he gets to talk to MacTavish again.

#call of duty #john soap mactavish #simon ghost riley #ghostsoap #soapghost #ghost x soap #ghoap #ghost mw2 #soap mw2 #ace combat #ace combat 7

[frogblast-the-ventcore]

A Wikipedia-style infobox detailing the final battle of the Lighthouse War in my (only somewhat hinged, full-of-fanon, took-a-hammer-and-fixed-the-canon) Ace Combat 7/PW crossover AU.

#ace combat #ace combat 7 #project wingman #alternate universe

[omineptune]

#ace combat #ace combat 7 #tarot #my art #more tarot. more. im having a lot of fun with em

[punksalmon]

not a day goes by that i don't miss clown calling trigger buddy on the radio

#he's trigger's dad. to me #ace combat 7 #ace combat #sorry to posting art about a game 12 people have played #it will happen again #ace combat trigger #ace combat clown #rabisco #fanart #digital

[galm-2]

some of the sheets from the artbook that I cleaned up a bit. Blurbs transcripted in the ALT text.

#ace combat 7 #ace combat #ac7 #mihaly a. shilage #rosa cosette d'elise #princess rosa cosette d'elise #avril mead #tabloid #dr. schroeder #alma a. shilage #ionela a. shilage

[natvoltaic]

#ace combat #ace combat 7 #ac7

[cutiequisitor]

discount

#yeah. idk #hes worth full price to me <3 #ace combat #ace combat 7 #ace combat count

[the-river-is-right-there-chopper]

#saw an edit of this tweet and just had to do it #ace combat #ace combat 7

[cookiekurimu]

Anniversary art for Ace Combat 7 <3

art by cookie

#fanart #Ace Combat #Ace Combat 7 #ACE7 #I LOVE U GAME #shout out to that one date that introduced me to this game #I'm never the same after that #also got to meet cool and talented people in the community <333