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going-to-ikea-for-the-fries · 12 days

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Smiles. - Ghost x OC fluff

pairing: COD OC!Victoria "Whiskey" Callahan x Simon "Ghost" Riley words: 2.1K~ cw: none. just toothrotting fluff.

Whiskey looked at him with a cocked brow as they laid tangled up, in her barrack’s bed.

“If something happens to me, I’d want you to get the widow’s pension.” Simon mused aloud as he stared at the ceiling.

“Yeah, same, it’d just make sense to-” Victoria began to say before she stopped herself and her head shot upwards, glaring into his eyes. “Are you proposing to me, Simon?” She asked him in shock.

That hadn’t been his intention. They had just been halfway through discussing what life would be like for the people around them, once they’re dead. But now that she mentioned it… “Yes.” He replied deadpan.

Victoria continued staring at him like he was insane, eyebrows scrunched, eyes narrowed… But then she simply answered an “Okay.”

“That doesn’t scare you, does it?” Simon asked her as he dipped his head to the side, looking at her through down his nose as her head rested on his chest again.

“No. Just caught me off-guard.” Victoria said with a shrug and a silent exhale of a laugh, shaking her head against his chest. Her ear was right on top of his left pec and she could hear his heartbeat, slow… steady.

April 18th, 2021.

They didn't sleep that night.

Not something new for either of them...

But it was perhaps the excitement of the realization that prevented it even more than usual.

By 0500 hours. they were both up, heading to the gym together, conducting their specific workouts.

By 0630, they had taken alternating showers back in her room, put their gear on, and headed to the mess for breakfast.

At 0800, they were knocking at Price's office door.

"Come in." The gruff voice of the captain sounded through the door.

Ghost and Whiskey stepped inside, both masked, both in full-gear, both looking like they had drank one of Johnny's energy drinks, nearly bouncing off the walls.

"What can I help you with?" Price asked as he saw the two of them, watching how Ghost closed the door and then came to stand beside Whiskey across the desk from Price, one hand on the small of her back.

Whiskey and Ghost exchanged a look and then they both pulled off their masks, baring their faces to their boss, who raised his eyebrows in confusion. He knew how to read Ghost, somewhat, but Whiskey was still a mystery for him.

"We need you to do us a favour." Simon said as he stared at John with stern eyes and thinning his lips by pressing them together.

"What kind of favour?" John asked with a cocked brow as he leaned back in his desk chair and crossed his arms.

"We want to get married." Simon told John directly. No flourishes, just straight to the point.

Whatever John had been expecting... That wasn't it. The man's face went still as stone other than his eyelids, which blinked repeatedly as he attempted to process what he heard.

Then, John blinked his eyes into staying shut for a longer moment, his eyebrows twitching, and opened them again, letting them flitter between his two lieutenants.

"Married." He repeated, as if the word made no sense.

"Married." Victoria agreed, which made Simon nod curtly while looking at John.

John took a deep breath and leaned forward, toward his desk, already reaching for his landline phone. "I'll give Laswell a ring." He grunted.

Johnny and Kyle were confused when, at 1430 they watched Price, Ghost and Whiskey climb into a jeep. For a moment, they almost considered following... Where were they going alone?

But they didn't. And good thing too.

The drive to the Hereford Town Hall was very quick. 15 minutes to get there, and at 1450 they were being allowed into 'The Oak Room', a 40+ seat ceremony room for civil wedding ceremonies.

Laswell had pulled a LOT of strings to expedite the ceremony when normally they'd need a 30-day waiting period... They definitely owed her one.

Simon and Victoria did the due diligence of taking off their face masks, having already taken off their Kevlar vests and weapons back at the base.

They sat at the head table, side-by-side, exchanging looks and soft smiles. John sat behind them, at one of the guest chairs, on Simon's side.

The registrar sat across from them, flicking through the pages of documents in her hands, having already a copy of both their birth certificates in front of her at the table.

The woman was stern-looking, with more than a few grey hairs, glasses on the tip of her nose, and a no-nonsense expression on her face. She, however, didn't seem to be judging them too hard for having come to their own marriage ceremony in fatigues and combat boots.

"Dear guests... erm... guest," The woman said, with a bit of a sarcastic sense of humour, as she glanced toward John, who gave her a nod and a little thumbs up, smiling in amusement, just as Victoria and Simon were.

"Welcome to the Hereford Town Hall, where we four are gathered today to witness and celebrate the marriage of Ms. Victoria Isabelle Callahan, aged 29, born on October 27th, 1991, in Nashville, Tennessee, USA, single and childfree; and Mr. Simon Michael Riley, aged 31, born on May 15, 1989, in Manchester, England., also single and childfree" She continued.

"Marriage is a beautiful union, a commitment between two individuals who have chosen to embark on life's journey together, sharing their joys and sorrows, triumphs, and challenges. Today, we are privileged to be part of this special moment in their lives." The registrar spoke, reading from the file in front of her.

"Victoria and Simon, you have come here freely and willingly to declare your love and commitment to each other in the presence of your loved ones. Marriage is a profound and sacred bond, a promise to stand by each other through all of life's adventures."

"As we embark on this ceremony, let us take a moment to reflect on the love that has brought Victoria and Simon together and the journey that lies ahead. May your love continue to grow stronger with each passing day, and may you find joy, laughter, and fulfillment in each other's company."

"Before we proceed, I must remind everyone that marriage is a legal union as well as a spiritual one. As such, it is my duty to ensure that all legal requirements are met. Victoria and Simon, I must ask you now to confirm your intent to marry and to make your solemn declarations."

The woman in front of them looks up over the frame of her glasses, and glances at Victoria and Simon who have, the whole time, been holding hands under the table.

"Let's start with you Simon, please repeat after me." The registrar says as she looks at him. Simon holds eye contact with her for a moment, before he swivels in his chair and turns to look at Victoria, who also turns to look at him.

"I, Simon Michael Riley," She begins.

"I, Simon Michael Riley,"

"confirm that I willingly take you, Victoria Isabelle Callahan,"

"as my lawfully wedded wife,"

"and with it all the rights, duties and responsibilities that come from said union."

"I promise to love and cherish you,"

"to protect you and respect you,"

"to not harm you or allow harm to be done upon you,"

"and to stand by you, in sickness and in health, in poverty and in wealth,"

"for as long as I live."

There was something in Simon's gaze as he spoke the vows allowed. Even if they weren't his own, his eyes spoke volumes, those vows were but a fraction of the things he wanted to tell Victoria but would never have the proper words to say...

Victoria was looking at him with fondness in her eyes, her eyebrows lowered and a slightly trembly bottom lip. She felt the same. She knew those words were not enough, but they came close.

"Now for the bride." The registrar continues. "Please repeat after me, Ms. Callahan:"

"I, Victoria Isabelle Callahan," The registrar begins again.

"I, Victoria Isabelle Callahan,"

"confirm that I willingly take you, Simon Michael Riley,"

"as my lawfully wedded husband,"

"and with it all the rights, duties and responsibilities that come from said union."

"I promise to love and cherish you,"

"to protect you and respect you,"

"to not harm you or allow harm to be done upon you,"

"and to stand by you, in sickness and in health, in poverty and in wealth,"

"for as long as I live."

Simon's eyes softened to a degree neither of Victoria nor John had seen before, glossy and bright as he looked down at her. Oh, how beautiful she looked now, as she vowed to love him for as long as she had air in her lungs...

"The wedding rings?" The registrar beckoned as she looked at them and John with a cocked brow.

The three officers looked at each other with a bit of a surprised and worried look because, like idiots, all three had forgotten one of the most important parts of the ceremony.

John was almost about to stop everything so he could run to a jeweler nearby and buy a couple of non-descript bands just for the moment.

But he didn't need to.

Simon caught Victoria's eye again, then reached around the back of his neck and undid the chain holding his dog tags. "Will this work?" He asked as he held the chain up for the registrar to see, his circular dog tags catching the light.

The registrar's permanent scowl seemed to crack a bit and she gave a nod and a small smile. Victoria immediately followed Simon's lead and removed her own dog tags from around her neck.

Exchanging a look, Simon reached forward and, coming inches from his bride's face, he slowly wrapped his hands around the back of her neck and clipped his dog tags onto her, the round circles hanging low due to his chain being long, coming to rest right atop her cleavage.

He pulled his hands back slowly, allowing his rough, calloused fingers to caress the patch of exposed skin around the base of her neck as he pulled away, setting his hands on his thighs after that.

Once he pulled back, Victoria leaned forward herself, her knees brushing against Simon's, and her hands slowly wrapped around his neck, clipping her dog tags around his neck.

Her dog tags were different, the standard stadium geometric shape, and hung higher than his, coming just below his collar bone, the chain fitting him more like a choker than a necklace...

But once she pulled back, her hands sliding down his shoulders and off him at the pecs, she couldn't help but enjoy the way her tags looked on him... And, hell, he liked seeing his tags on her, hanging just in line with her heart.

The eye contact between them was obscene, pupils blown as they couldn't help but smile, open-mouthed, teeth, for once, showing, as they took in the sight of one another.

"By the authority vested in me by the State of England, I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may now seal your union with a kiss." The registrar said, which caused both lieutenants to freeze, yet again.

Public displays of affection were Not Their Thing. But, hell, they'd come this far.

Steeling themselves, they leaned forward together and Simon's hands grabbed Victoria's face on both sides, around the back of her head, his fingers disappearing amidst her brown hair, which was tied back into a bun, as their mouths came together.

Victoria's hands rested on his forearms, her fingers digging in tight as her eyes fell closed and they kissed slowly and deeply for a good minute.

Once they pulled away, she looked away, hiding a smile again, her eyes falling to the floor beside her, and Simon's own face turned away too, eyes locked on the wood paneling of the wall on the other side of the room.

They both looked so awkward that John had to cover his mouth with his hand to try not to laugh.

They got food to go from a nearby Indian and John even had the decency as their witness/Simon's best man, to buy them a small Madeira cake from Tesco.

Then, they returned to base and parted ways, John giving Simon a handshake, and Victoria a pat on the back before he left.

Simon and Victoria perched themselves on an outdoor table of the base, near the mess, eating their meal and making copious amounts of eye contact, their dog tags still around each other's necks.

It's as Victoria's about to cut the cake with one of Simon's throwing knives, when Simon reaches forward and sets his hand atop of hers, helping guide her through it, as traditional couples would do during a traditional wedding reception, that they finally can't hold it in anymore and start laughing.

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harbingerscry · 4 months

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John Price x Informant!Reader

Harbinger is the codename of my COD OC and this is technically part of her story I turned into an insert for others to enjoy. Feel free to comment! As this is my first time posting my work; Please be kind. Also, I know absolutely zero German and relied on a translator.

None of Taskforce 141 knew who they were exactly. Laswell spoke highly of their efficiency and quality of intel, but the only inkling they had as to who they were was their call sign, 'Harbinger'. A warning call, a signalling of something approaching.

Normally if a new operator was joining the team it was only Price who dealt with them, so Soap, Gaz, and Ghost were confused but elated when Price told them they were to report at 06:00 for a meeting with Laswell. After all, who didn't love a visit from her?

However, Price seemed a bit out of his element in the meeting room, pacing at the front of it like a nervous dog. It made Ghost sit a bit straighter and caused Gaz and Soap to look at each other quizzically, if Price was like this it meant they might be in for a 'treat' good or bad.

It was 2 minutes past meeting time that Laswell walked in, a shorter figure slightly obscured behind her. (I canon Laswell being about 5'7 as it isn't officially listed anywhere I have looked). As soon as the door shut and grunts and greetings were exchanged all eyes but Laswell's zeroed in on the still partially hidden person within the woman's shadow.

All it took was a huff of amusement and a tilt of her head for the person to step out. They were most definitely not expecting a short but curvy woman to step out. Standing at only roughly 5'3 and eyes filled with soft mirth. She looked as though she had just stepped out of a coquette mood board on Pinterest. She had to be in her late 20's, possibly early 30's at the max.

All it took was one look at her for Price's face to go from hard as stone to complete shock. "(Y/N)??" All heads snapped to Price and back to the woman they now know as (Y/N). The mirth in her eyes only seemed to grow as a cheeky smile broke out on her lips, causing her one dimple to shine. "John." The name was said with such a fondness it almost gave everyone in the room whiplash.

Even Laswell seemed taken aback by Price knowing her prized informant, after all, Laswell was one of the few privileged to know her on a personal level, past the call sign of Harbinger and the multiple masks that come with it. "Harbinger, it seems you're...acquainted?" What would normally be a statement was posed as a question in light of the revelation. Harbinger couldn't help the giggle that left her as she smiled. "Yes, though it has been quite a while." She turned her whole body to face Price, seeming to ignore all the eyes on her. "Ich habe dich vermisst, mein Schatz."

Laswell and the boys, excluding Price, looked between the two in confused silence before Laswell cleared her throat. "That will make this easier then, Harbinger, as you know, is one of the best informants I know." As Laswell speaks Harbinger looks away from the still stunned Price to pull out two thick manilla folders and a USB from out of her cross body bag. "She has agreed to work personally with The 141 as we hunt down Makarov."

"That I have. These folders contain everything I have been able to dig up on every shell company working under Makarov. Including their hired personnel, bank records, recent movements, and relations to one another besides Makarov." Harbinger then holds up the USB that had been sitting on the table until then. "This contains all the information I have on Makarov himself. It is not as much as I would like, but it's what I have for now while I wait for more."

Ghost, who was seated closest to where the folders laid on the table, looked to Price who seemed to have finally come back to himself. "Right then, let's have a look." Price announced as he nodded to Ghost. Gaz and Soap were glancing at each other, the two looked akin to brothers that just found out their dad has a girlfriend. Ghost, wanting nothing to do with the private conversation beside him, passed a folder and the USB down the table before opening the remaining folder himself.

It didn't take long for Soap's voice to ring out after reading some of the intel. " 'ow did ye even get this?" "I second that." Gaz quickly said, eyes focused on detailed maps of multiple facilities, even guard rotations were marked. Harbinger's eyes shifted to look at an imaginary point as she thought, not quite sure how to answer without giving too much information. "I know people in both high and low places, I cannot say much else." Gaz and Soap couldn't help but glance at her, but Laswell didn't seem the faintest bit surprised. She likely knew as much as them but didn't question it, so neither did they.

"Why, (Y/N)?" The question rang heavy in the air, Price once again addressing the woman that no one knew his relationship with. It was obviously not a simple ‘why’ though, instead something unidentifiably deeper, to Gaz, it only solidified the connection he had made. "There are many reasons, John. Einige lassen Du am besten ungesagt." Her once mirth filled eyes and smiling lips dimming and lowering, a silent plea to address the question later.

"You know I barely speak German." Price huffed, it was obvious there were many things he wanted to ask, but now was not the time to air out their personal business. He nodded in silent recognition of her plea, looking to Laswell so she could continue with the original meeting. She was quick to take back the reins, not letting the atmosphere stop her, there was a job to be done after all. She was quick to begin explaining the upcoming mission with the intel gathered and announced the date and time they were set to leave out.

It was after everything was said and done that Price looked at the still lingering Harbinger. The boys had filed out, heading off to probably (most definitely) gossip and create a conspiracy about what just transpired. Laswell, understanding the need for them to talk, was likely waiting close by. (Y/N) came with her after all and would likely leave with her too. "Been quite a while, Love...you look well." Price, no, John spoke first. His voice carried a tinge of sadness, but also an undeniable fondness and sense of relief. "Thank you Schatz, you don't look too bad yourself." Her eyes shining as she looked at him, you would have thought John Price hung the moon and stars by the unbridled adoration in her gaze.

"Thought I'd never see you again,would have thought you were dead if not for your family reassuring me. Where have you been all this time? " John couldn't help but let his emotions show as he crossed the room and closed the distance between them. His eyes filled with desperation, scanning (Y/N), looking for the faintest clue of damage or change. His normally steady heart felt like it would burst out of his chest at any moment. The love of his life was alive, something he had been questioning for the past 2 years.

A sad smile formed on her lips as she watched his movements, not able to bring herself to chastise his worry like she once would have years ago. "Everywhere, and yet nowhere at the same time it feels. You never left my mind." (Y/N) only hoped he knew what she meant, that he could feel the heaviness of her heart and the honesty in her voice as she studied his face.

John seemed satisfied with his inspection of her, his eyes snapped to her own, those beautiful blues of his she always admired harbored a storm of emotions. Betrayal, anger, worry, relief, love....complex but so telling all at the same time. Seeing that was enough for (Y/N) to surge forward and practically bear hug the taller man, the love of her life. The only man to ever make her feel weak inside and out.

It took all of a second for John to wrap his thick arms around her in turn, pulling her head into his chest and holding her as if his life depended on it. This is one of the few moments he allowed himself to be vulnerable outside the safety of his flat. The woman felt too much like home for him to be able to slip into his role of Captain. To her he was and ever would be John, possibly Johnathan when she got angry and needed a longer name to call him.

He knew no matter how angry he was at her, the love they held for one another was everlasting. Through the arguing, the long deployments, the secrecy of each other's work, they always came home to the other, clinging to one another until they each felt whole again and balance was restored. Though now it seemed the secrecy was no longer needed, the thin veil had been ripped off unintentionally, leaving them exposed to one another. The fears and worries they had tried to protect the other from seemed almost silly in this new light. The biggest question was how they move forward from here.

Ich habe dich vermisst, mein Schatz. - I have missed you, my darling.

Einige lassen Du am besten ungesagt. - Some best left unsaid.

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bonefall · 5 months

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Never done an ask before, so this is interesting. Anyways, I decided to try my hand at translating some of my OCs into Clanmew! Forewarning, I was doing this while playing COD with my siblings, and had some trouble with translating!

FlintShadow - Swarfyfwasha; I couldn't find flint, so I went with this.

BadgerHeart - Pihabababun: I also couldn't find badger, so I don't know if I'm just bad at using google sheets, or... But I think this name is fun to pronounce even though he's evil. Really funny.

BristleStrike - Bachkubo: I almost went with Marrl for his prefix instead, but I didn't want it to be so negative.

ChestnutScar - Konchyach: I just couldn't find most of the prefixes, though that could've just been my inexperience. I also kinda like how this one's pronounced, too.

FoxFang - Aowaoki: I find this one is pretty cute sounding.

OakThistle - Byochkegkep: He's got a mouthful of a name! Really like it, though. I went pretty generic with the Thistle part, since I didn't know the connotations or much about the specific plants and didn't have time between COD matches to do so. Sorry.

BuzzardStrike - Yassgakubo: this guy is BristleStrike's, ChestnutScar's and OakThistle's father. Not very nice, either.

StarlingFrost - Kaawiachiki: This is the main girl, younger half-sister to FlintShadow and BadgerHeart. She's also lesbian, so that's great. Actually, LeopardStep is her mate.

LeopardStep - Saorpappap: I figure there's a better word for 'Step', but it's late where I'm from and I have school tomorrow. It's also really cute, but it doesn't really fit her personality. She's more out-spoken and brazen and things like that.

Yeah, so... These certainly are not the best, but I think they're good for my first shot at this. It was actually pretty fun! Of course, if you have better ideas for the translation, I wouldn't mind some constructive criticism!

I love your BB AU, btw! And it has inspired me to work on my own OC clans! Sorry for how long this is!

You did excellently! These names are great!

Here's a scattershot of some fresh words for you;

Chestnut (Aesculus hippocastanum) = Koneq Note that in Clanmew, a name for a plant refers to the ENTIRE organism, so this word refers to a horse chestnut tree. This is actually because Clan cats are obligate carnivores, they mostly think of trees and plants in terms of how they affect HUNTING, not the edible things they produce. They also wouldn't distinguish between the Horse Chestnut and the Sweet Chestnut. This is because prey will eat the nuts equally, but sweet chestnuts can finicky. They don't grow well in the wild. Even if the Clan cats had access to a couple of sweet chestnuts, they would just assume it's a chestnut with differently-shaped leaves and never find out that their nuts are edible, because horse chestnuts are HIGHLY poisonous to cats. They would not risk trying to eat a sweet chestnut, assuming that it's the same type of toxic rock as a horse chestnut.

Conker = Okikwo Comes from Spike + Ball. One of the very few fruits that has a unique name unrelated to its "plant" in Clanmew! Conkers are the green, spiky "nut" (nekboq) containing poisonous "acorns" (kong) that come from chestnut trees. They are often wrapped in leather and used as balls, though some games just play with an unwrapped conker (ow).

Flint = Boshur Etymology unclear; Possibly Stone + Holy + Pale. Found exclusively at the Mothermouth, which is an abandoned quartz mine. Because there is no other good source of flint at Sanctuary Lake, the pieces that were brought with the Clans fleeing the destruction of the White Hart have become precious heirlooms. Flint is the most reliable way of making fire. Clan cats believe that it is a gift from StarClan, and reacts when struck against the "evil" fake-flint that Humans try to clad their monsters and fences in (metal).

Stance, gait, "way of walking," most common form of the "step" suffix = Yam Most of the time, if a specific verb for a type of walking isn't used, -step is "yam." When used with a prefix, it implies that they MOVE like the thing they are named after. It means a bit more than just a single physical step, or a particular movement, it's the WAY it moves around.

Pawprint, animal track = Pabyam Self-explanatory. The impression of an animal's foot on the ground.

And, lastly, badger is mair. I realized that we just didn't have a word for it a while ago, and I was also taken aback by that. It's surprising we went this long without it, lmao.

#clanmew #oc submission

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enbyonmandalore · 11 months

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Test The Limits

Ghost & König x OC Heaven St. John

Rating: NSFW 18+

Word count: this is a long one (that's what she said, ha!)

Warnings: begging, *light* bondage/restraining, brat taming, choking, degradation/name calling (ex. "good boy"), dom/sub behavior, edging, gagging, humiliation, masks stay ON, masturbation, oral (M recieving), tiny bit of overstimulation, penetrative sex, potential hate-fucking, size difference, some brief violence typical for the CoD franchise, threesome, unprotected sex, characters act absolutely fucking feral, OC's genitalia is not described

Summary: Smut. Absolute filth without much plot. Ghost has enough of 141's new airstrike operator's attitude and decides to fuck it out of them; him and König end up taking turns.

A/N: You can find the reader insert version of this fic by searching "test the limits" on my blog! Certain parts of dialogue and phrases are inspired by u/badjhur on reddit. Sometimes the POV kinda switches, I hope you don't mind. Enjoy!

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Test The Limits

"Argh fuck!", Heaven shouted in frustration as their face hit the floor. Lieutenant Simon "Ghost" Riley pinned them down with his entire body weight, twisting their dominant left hand onto their back, their right hand squashed underneath their own body. They'd fucked up. Again.

"Stop being so easy to pin.", Ghost said harshly. "If I were the enemy you'd be dead by now."

"Lasted longer than last time, though", they reminded him nonchalantly and coughed as he took some of his weight off of their back, letting them catch a proper breath.

"Still not good enough", he retaliated, adding something under his breath. "Fuckin' brat..."

"What did you just call me?", Heaven snapped and turned around as much as they could. The Lieutenant didn't move. With some more struggling they managed to free themselves from under him, staring daggers at him. Propping themselves up on an elbow, Heaven opened their mouth to complain, but the Lt. raised a finger in their direction as a warning.

"Behave."

"Oh for god's sake, Lt., I'm just as much a member of this damn task force as you are. Price called me in for a reason and you know it. You-"

Ghost didn't let Heaven finish their sentence. Instead he grabbed them by the ankles and yanked them towards him, scraping their elbows against the floor of the sparring ring. Now he towered over them, his arms caging them in on either side, a knee between their legs, restricting any further movement.

"I said behave.", he growled.

"Get. Off. Of. Me.", Heaven said slowly and clearly, their tone stone cold.

But Ghost didn't budge. His icy blue eyes still fixated on them, as if expecting an ambush. That's when they felt it. They felt him press up against them and with mere inches between their bodies, there was less than a little room for speculations. The air seemed to thicken with tension over the next few seconds as Heaven just stared in disbelief. Finally, as he hit a sensitive spot, they flinched.

"Stop that!", they hissed.

"You wanna tap out, Luv? Scared you're gonna lose?", Ghost replied, ignoring them and continuing to grind against their crotch.

"Ngh- No! Just stop moving like that!"

"Like what?", he paused and Heaven thought they saw him raise an eyebrow, "This?"

"F-fuck...!", they gasped as he full on rutted his hips against theirs. Heaven tugged at his shirt, but that changed nothing.

"This... This is hardly a fair fight, Lt. Let go!"

"Never said it was gonna be fair.", the Lieutenant clarified. "Besides, if you would just ask nicely I might let go, eh? You bloody brat."

Humiliating them even further, Ghost flipped them onto their stomach again with ease. "You're making this too easy." Between strained breaths and frustrated struggling, they managed to growl: "At least take the damn knife off my back."

Ghost's dry chuckle made their entire body stiffen at once. "That ain't no combat knife you're feeling there, Luv..."

Oh.

Once it finally clicked in their head, his entire behavior made sense. Jesus H. Christ, he was doing it on purpose.

"Come on, operator, get up", Ghost taunted, pulling Heaven to their feet, "See what you've been rubbing up against all fucking night."

Heaven St. John bared their teeth at him out of pure instinct. The movement was so quick they felt their bottom lip split open and tasted blood.

"You're so goddamn full of yourself!"

"Quite the opposite.", the Lieutenant replied and took a step forward. Heaven refused to back down. Ghost's gaze locked onto theirs, analyzing them. He reached behind himself and revealed a ziptie, pulling it tight around their wrists within a split second, pushing them against the wall behind them. Heaven was speechless.

"W-what the fuck, Lt.?", they finally managed to sputter.

There was nothing they could do - exhausted from sparring, backed against a wall and their hands were quite literally tied. To say they were in a jam would be a tremendous understatement. A hand traveled to their throat, applying pressure and enforcing eye contact.

"Who do you think you are? Who gave you permission to act like a sour fucking tart, hm? What is your problem?" Ghost looked them up and down. "Look where that's gotten you."

"Could ask you the same bloody question!", they spat, seeking any sort of leverage on Ghost's wrist to prevent him from potentially choking them out. He just stared, condescendingly. "Eversince I got here, you've been looking at me like you're a starving dog and I'm some sort of fucking treat."

Ghost's eyes narrowed dangerously, maybe there was a sadistic smile under that mask, but they'd never know for sure. When he spoke, his voice was low and gravelly.

"Consider this punishment... or consider this me spoiling your bratty behavior. You can still tap you, Love, but once we get started, there's no turning back."

"Oh so you think it's that easy to get in my pants, then?", Heaven chuckled dryly, thankful for the dim light concealing the fact that they might be blushing. "Do your fucking worst, then."

"Very well."

Ghost didn't wait a second longer, he grabbed them by the neck and spun them around, slamming their chest into the wall. His hands slid down their sides, all the way to their belt. Heaven didn't need to look - the sound of the quick-release clasp coming undone was enough to prepare them for what would come next. Once again they were thankful he didn't see their face or the excited grin plastered across it. Ghost pulled down Heaven's uniform pants and undershorts in once go, helping them lift their feet to fully get rid of the pants.

"Well, well...", he muttered, his gloved hands back on their body, thumbs caressing the dips in their hips. "Bloody amazing figure you got, soldier."

They could almost feel his breath on their skin, that's how close he'd gotten. Their skin tingled where he touched it. When the Lt. pressed himself against their ass, they could barely contain an excited whimper. He turned them back around to face him, shoving a knee between their thighs and pinning them to the wall on their tiptoes, hands above their head. Fuck, that felt amazing. Never in a million years had they ever imagined to enjoy being overpowered by a man like this...to be turned on by it.

It caught them off guard when he suddenly dropped them, taking two steps back. Their ass hit the cold concrete floor, the bindings snapping as they scrambled to cover themselves. Reality check. Heaven could feel a new pair of eyes lingering on their skin and turned their head in that direction so fast it almost made them dizzy. A shadowy figure loomed in the doorway.

"König", Ghost's voice broke the silence, "What a bloody fuckin' surprise."

He closed the distance between himself and the other soldier in only a few steps, grabbing a fistful of König's shirt and yanking him all the way into the room. Heaven heard König stutter something unintelligible, Ghost not even bothering to respond to him.

"Just in time.", Ghost announced to neither of them in particular. "I was about to teach our new teammate a lesson and now you both and learn one at the same time."

He let go of König, glaring at Heaven still cowering on the floor. König instinctively raised his hands, attempting to appear non-threatening as he towered over both of them.

Heaven slowly regained their composure, still acutely aware that their lower half was exposed. What they also noticed, was that König had closed his eyes underneath the sniper hood - the eyeholes were completely black now, as if he wasn't even there. They shifted around untilthey were at least in a less awkward position. This did not go unnoticed by the Lieutenant.

"I didn't mean to disturb you, Sir", König spoke, "I only heard commotion..."

When Ghost did not answer, he continued rambling, obviously flustered. "I- I can walk back out and this never happened, okay? I didn't even see anything-"

"No.", Ghost interrupted, "You both have had problems staying focused lately and you've become liabilities to the entire team. So to help you get t together, you are going to practice following orders. Right fucking now."

They exchanged a nervous glance with König.

"Hey", Ghost barked in Heaven's direction. "Eyes on me. Don't look at him, he's not gonna help you."

As soon as their gaze had focused back on Ghost, the Lieutenant continued his angry speech: "You aren't very quiet going about your business, König, and you", he glared at Heaven, "Satan, you talk in your sleep."

In that moment the realization that Ghost had heard something definitely not meant for his ears hit both them and König. Satan hadn't known they talked in their sleep, much less that Ghost had apparently been within earshot while they slept. And if they weren't mistaken, they could see the awkward shift in König's posture as well. What on earth had Ghost heard him say - or do?

Ghost's hand shot forward and grabbed Satan by the collar, pulling them into a kneeling position, their hands on his wrist to steady themselves. Then Ghost nodded towards a chair against the back wall of the room.

"Operator, sit down. And don't move."

Wordlessly, König followed the Lt.'s order. As soon as he had sat down, Ghost returned his attention to Satan. They felt his cold stare basically penetrate their skin and set it on fire...

"You. Up.", he ordered and they complied. Ghost then moved the both of them closer to König, right in the middle of his field of vision. Satan's heart was racing by now. What was he doing?

"On your knees, soldier."

They watched as Ghost positioned himself in front of them, their back facing König. He stepped closer and they now made direct eye contact with the considerable bulge in the Lieutenant's pants. Instinctively they gulped. Shit, was he really about to make König watch as they gave him head?

Apparently the answer to that was Yes.

It could have been their imagination, but they swore they heard the faintest sigh of relief as Ghost undid his belt, unzipped the fly and pulled out his fully erect cock. The size of which both startled and excited them. With one hand he lifted Satan's chin while the other, slowly and almost carefully snaked around to the back of their head.

"Now, Love, you are gonna suck my cock and do it well, understood?"

Satan answered immediately, a grin tugging at their lips. "Don't be shy, I can take it, Lt."

Next thing they knew, Ghost forced open their mouth with his thumb and shoved his cock inside. Satan fought their gag reflex, his cock was really testing the limits of what they found themselves capable of. They carefully started bobbing their head, hands gripping Ghost's thighs for support, working their tongue around the fat tip, sucking on it before taking more of his cock down their throat. They'd never believe it if they weren't hearing it themselves, but Ghost -stone cold as he usually was- was a horny rambler.

"That's it...", he pulled his cock out of their mouth, allowing them to catch a breath; maintaining eye contact the entire time. "Oh, fuck- You see that? That perfect ring of spit on my cock..."

They swallowed thickly between breaths and gave the Lieutenant a crooked smile. Provocatively they licked their bottom lip and glanced up at him.

"You can do it, yeah, open wide", he said, his voice low and breath ragged, before guiding their head back down his cock. Satan could taste the precum now and each time he hit the back of their throat they felt the knot in their own stomach tighten.

"Ah God, f-fuck!", Ghost moaned and gripped their head with both hands, holding it in place. He momentarily tore his gaze away from Satan to look at König. "Enjoying the show?"

"Gott, Scheiße...", König panted and bucked his hips in a futile attempt to feel something, anything. Oh, he needed to be touched. He wanted to fuck both Satan and Ghost and it was pure torture to sit there, hands behind his back and not allowed to move as they took Ghost's dick so eagerly. God he wished that were him. He felt his own hard-on throb with every sound their mouth made and with every word of praise from Ghost. His eyes rolled back in his head as he imagined what it would feel like to pin the Lieutenant against a wall and kiss him, right before fucking him so hard the wall might crack. What it would feel like to have Satan on top of him, a spiteful smirk on their face as they ruthlessly rode him like there was no tomorrow, his fingers digging into the flesh of their hips...

"Bloody hell, love, you're taking me so well", Ghost sputtered as he thrust himself into their mouth. "Come on... promise I'll make this worth your while."

Satan held onto his thighs for dear life as tears and spit ran down their face, accompanied by messy, lewd gagging sounds.

"That's it, that's it- Ohh FUCK"

His breath caught in his lungs as his cock pulsed, emptying his load down their throat. Fighting the urge to gag, they swallowed, gripping Ghost's leg so hard it might bruise. With an exhausted, guttural moan Ghost finally let go and Satan fell backwards, gasping for air.

Ghost recovered from his high quickly, barely giving them the chance to wipe the drool off their face before dragging them to a large storage crate. He turned them around, his chest pressed against their back, and sat down, effectively pulling them onto him as he lay down on the crate. Satan watched as he removed his gloves. Their entire body was tingling with arousal by now and being thrown around like a rag-doll wasn't helping. They felt the blood rush between their legs and they were certain Ghost knew. He nudged their legs further apart with his own.

"You really can take me, love.", Ghost growled into their ear, grabbing their jaw from behind and turning their head towards König. "Now how 'bout him?"

"Haah- please-", Satan whimpered and squirmed in his iron grip. They were becoming more desperate by the second, they needed to be touched - or even better: railed into oblivion.

Ghost's icy eyes fixated on König and the other soldier froze in his chair.

"Your turn, operator", the Lieutenant said with a nod.

König stood up slowly, having to concentrate on every move as he approached Ghost and Satan. God, it was such a pretty sight to see them so sprawled out and desperate...so pretty.

"Fuck them. That's an order!"

"Y-Yessir!", König replied and quickly undid his pants with trembling hands.

Satan gasped upon seeing König's size. He was probably larger than the Lt. in every goddamn aspect. Would that thing even fit? There was a height difference of half a meter between them and König after all. Standing between their open legs, he almost hesitantly lay a bare hand on their thigh and lightly pressed his fingertips into their skin and Satan whimpered once again. Ghost still held their jaw tightly, watching König like a hawk.

As if to reassure himself that this was what they wanted, König sought eye contact. He stroked himself a couple of times first, before lining his hard cock up with their entrance. Satan gave him a meek nod and practically started begging as his tip nudged against their hole.

"Fucking hell, please! Please just fuck me, König, please please please!"

König felt his cock twitch in his hand at the sound of their voice - like music to his ears. "Don't...", he whispered, barely audible, "Don't stop begging."

"Please~ Please fuck me already, big boy", they pleaded and that did it for him. Without further hesitation he pushed his cock inside them and barely managed to contain the animalistic, desperate moan building in his throat as he bottomed out. Satan wanted to throw their head back, but Ghost's shoulder was in the way, so they turned their face to the side, teeth gritted and eyes squeezed shut. A cold shiver ran down their spine as Ghost whispered praise into their ear again. "Come on... Good boy. Take all of him."

And as König set a pace to his thrusts, small whines and moans spilled from their lips.

"Ah- Yes...fuck... König, fuck- ngh"

König was enormous. He spread them open like nothing ever had before. No doubt they'd feel him for days. They could feel König's dick in their guts, it was relentless, stretching them open and filling them so completely they couldn't think around it, couldn't do anything but cling to Ghost's hand and whine.

"Ah, sh-shit! More, please...", König demanded, underlining each word with a thrust so hard Satan almost cried out in pain.

"Yessir!", they groaned, slurring all the other words, "Ah- Yes, fuck me hard, I need this! Oh fuck-"

"Oh yeah, you like this, huh?", König answered their desperate cries. Ghost joined in on the taunting. "You like getting fucked by two big men, 's that it? That's why you've been acting like a fucking brat? Answer me!"

"Ahng- Yes!"

"You little tease...", König panted, his eyes cast downward, watching himself disappear inside Satan over and over and over.

Fucking hell... Ghost couldn't take his eyes off of the scene. König brutally slamming into Satan, their half-naked body on top of him. Grinding against him with each and every one of König's thrusts. And the sounds - God! Heaven's choked, breathy moans and cries and König's deep, desperate sighs caused Ghost's heart to race. He could feel his cock beginning to harden again. His eyes rolled back in his head as he let it happen. He felt Satan's hot breath on his hand and tightened his grip on their lower jaw, bringing his other hand up to their lips and pushing past them. He was relieved they understood the objective, as they swirled their tongue around his fingers, coating them in saliva just like they'd done with his cock moments before.

Satan arched their back as König repeatedly hit their sweet spot. They cried out in pleasure, begging him not to stop as they careened towards their high.

Under them, Ghost tensed up as their ass pressed against his cock. He felt like he was about to go insane from the stimulation so shortly after his last orgasm. König gripped their hips, holding on for dear life as he chased his own high. He'd given up on trying to suppress his moans, letting them hear every sweet sound spilling from his lips.

"I'm close, so close", König stammered through gritted teeth, "Can't- Can't hold it much longer, ngh!"

Satan was quick to answer, speech slurred and a fucked-out expression on their face. " 'S okay! Ah- Cum with me!"

A choked moan ripped from their throat as he thrust all of himself into them. His voice gave out and his head fell backwards. Heaven saw stars as they came undone on his cock, clenching around him. They felt him pulse, shooting his load and coating their insides with his cum.

For a moment everyone was quiet, their ragged, out-of-sync breaths the only thing disturbing the silence.

Heaven gasped in surprise when they suddenly had Ghost's hands on their waist, pushing them down onto both his and König's dick, drawing a startled mewl from the other man. Ghost felt himself spill his seed between their sweat-soaked bodies, a deep moan rattling in his chest.

It took a moment for Ghost to come to his senses again. When he did, König had already taken a few steps back and zipped up his pants. He lifted Heaven off of him and searched his pockets for a rag or tissue to clean them both up.

"That's all it took you to behave. A nice, fat cock.", he chuckled to himself.

"I think we made quite a lot of noise. We should leave before someone else comes investigating strange noises on base.", König suggested and glanced over his shoulder in the direction of the door. "If... If you want to go again, you know where to find me."

"Yeah", Satan agreed with a tired smile. "Better make ourselves scarce."

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Don’t fear the Reaper part 1

I got excited and wrote part one haha. Female character, swearing and COD typical violence throughout this series. Female x oc

A night at the pub goes awry, Ghost offers a helping hand, though that’s not the only thing you notice that night.

Don’t fear the Reaper, a popular saying about the inevitability of death. However, you were feared amongst many. You’d been with 141 for a while now and earnt your call sign ‘Reaper’, due to your extremely violent tendencies. There was nothing you loved more than watching the life drain from a persons eyes. The warmth of their blood on your skin. In fact you revelled in it.

On base those who didn’t know you, but knew of you gave you a wide berth. They felt uneasy. And honestly? You loved it. You loved making people feel uneasy, on edge. You kept to yourself mostly, preferring to observe and listen to your surroundings. You’d often be found either at the gun range, or on the mats sparring with some sucker who clearly had a death wish.

Tonight, however you were sat on the roof, dangling your feet over the edge like a child. You watched as you exhaled smoke, the sweet high of nicotine coating your lungs. The night was clear, stars peering down over you like silent protectors. It was peaceful, just how you liked it. That was until your phone vibrated next to you, a little soap emoji popped up. Smirking you rolled your eyes, wee Johnny, your closet friend here. His text was simple. Pub. Not a question but a command.

Jumping down you stubbed out the cigarette under your black boots and made your way down the stairs. Sending a kissy face emoji back to him. You swung by your room to freshen up, change of top, a swipe of red lip balm and a squirt of Baccarat Rouge 540. You slid your phone back in your pocket and gave yourself a once over in the mirror.

‘Reaper!’ He shouted excitedly down the hall, his accent thick and gravelly. God you loved his accent, any Scottish accent to be honest. ‘Hey Johnny!’ You smiled back, bounding towards him full speed. You hopped on his back as he made his way off base, you two were thick as thieves. But purely platonic, he had a girl back home he was planning on asking to marry him. You kept annoying him by asking to be his best man, constantly.

The pub wasn’t too far away from the base, a small country side pub which was normally filled with locals. Locals you had a love hate relationship with. Gaz, Price and Ghost were already there waiting for the two of you. They were all squished in a tiny booth, which looked ludicrous. Two chairs were placed outside the booth, at the end of the table ready for you.

The pub was warm and cosy, a stone floor and wooden beams adorned the ceiling. Pale white walls and a huge open fire in the centre, crackling in the background. Perfection. Two pints were already waiting for you by the time you arrived. ‘There they are! Take your fuckin time, Christ!’ Gaz greeted with a roll of his eyes. ‘Who put 20p in you this evening?’ Soap retorted, taking his seat. You followed suit, pulling your chair into the table and taking a sip of the amber liquid of the Gods.

‘Looks like you needed that’ Price laughed from behind his beard. You nodded ‘thirsty work making men submit all day.’

‘Not making em quit already I hope?’ Price asked taking a swig of his drink. Smirking, you shrugged, ‘not yet anyway.’ It was a well known fact you put new recruits through their paces during drills, especially sparring and close combat training. So much so that a few had quit mere weeks after joining, something you were quite proud of in fact.

Conversation and drinks flowed well into the evening. You stumbled back from the jukebox and eagerly awaited your song choice. ‘Better not be shit, I know what you’re like’ Ghost quipped. You feigned offence, ‘now sir, since when have I ever played shit. I am a woman of good taste I’ll have you know.’ He rolled his eyes before a small crease became visible in the outer corner. Fucker was smiling under that mask. You often wondered what his mouth looked like.

True Faith by New Order came on over the speakers, you flashed a grin to Ghost who met your gaze with some surprise. ‘Well?’

‘Hmm, not bad, I’ll let you off.’

‘Not bad?!’ You shrieked laughing, ‘this is a staple, an absolute classic. Pffft. Not bad. I’m offended.’ You swigged the dregs of your pint before standing, ‘my round lads, same as before?’ They finished off their drinks and a flurry of please and thank yous rang out among them.

The pub was busy, but wasn’t overcrowded, it was a nice atmosphere, relaxed. Putting the tray of drinks on the table you handed them out one by one. Handing Ghost his short of Bourbon his fingertips grazed yours as you passed him the glass. Normally this wouldn’t have bothered you, except he seemed to flinch. Looking up his eyes were already on you, burning through your mere presence. As you caught his gaze he looked away, desperately looking else where. Weird.

Evening turned into night, round two turned into three, turned into five. You were all starting to feel the affects of the alcohol, feeling merry and buzzed. You stood outside smoking a cigarette, taking a few minutes for yourself. Enjoying your own company until a group of men walked past, one deciding to try his chances with you. ‘Alright love? Nice arse you got there.’ You eyed him up and down, ‘thanks. Bit out of your league though a ain’t I?’ He approached your further. ‘She got a mouth on her this one. I like em feisty. Come back with me I’ll show you a good time.’

‘It’s a no from me. Keep walking, there’s a good lad.’ You pointed to the direction of the village. ‘Wasn’t asking, was tellin yah. Seems that mouth of yours needs putting to work.’ He came closer still, rage now rising in your blood. ‘I wouldn’t’ you warned, anger coating the tip of your tongue. ‘Or what?’ He squared up to you, pushing your buttons for a reaction, mashing them all together. ‘Or I’ll punch you so hard you’ll be shitting teeth for a week. Now. Fuck off.’ You stepped up to him, face to face, seeing the rage overflow from him. Clearly he doesn’t know what no means.

With him not backing down you offered one final warning. ‘Last chance. Fuck off.’ Scoffing he spat in your face, ‘bitch.’ And that was that, you saw red. Reeling back you planted a very hard Glasgow kiss on his forehead. As he stumbled backwards you pushed him, he fell to the floor with a thud. His friends then started shouting obscenities at you. ‘Oh fuck off. I’ll floor you n all if you want?’ You knew Price would have you for this, again. But you didn’t care, why should they keep getting away with it.

Due to the commotion the boys appeared at the door, seeing the larger men come to your aid the others ran off. Hoisting their confused friend off the floor and throwing him over their shoulders. ‘Think you’ve have enough love. We all have, back to base’ Price ordered. ‘He fuckin started it!’

‘And I’m finishing it. Ghost have a word, Soaps in the loo. Gaz grab her purse please mate.’

Feeling like a child you marched ahead to the base, furious at being shut down like that. With only a few short strides Ghost caught up to you and placed a hand on your shoulder to stop you. ‘You alright?’ Whipping round you looked up at him, seething, ‘do I look alright? I get harassed and yet I’m the bad guy? Fuckin Price. He can be a real arse sometimes.’

‘I know, but…’

‘But nothing. Do you know how exhausting it is to be harassed and still be made out to be the bad guy. That it feels like I should just sit back and take it? Fuck no. And fuck you if you think that.’

‘I don’t think that. None of us do.’

‘He fucking spat at me. Pity I couldn’t cave his fucking head in.’

‘He spat at you?! Lemme see.’

In your heightened state you’d completely forgot to even wipe it off your face. A string of saliva hung from your hairline to your cheek. Ghost cupped your jaw with one had and wiped away the offensive substance with the other. He’s patched you up before, but never touched you, like this. Gentle. Caring. You felt the flutter of a butterfly’s wing in your stomach, a pin prick of heat rose to your cheeks. ‘Thanks, sir’ you murmured softly.

‘Oi!’ A familiar voice boomed. Soap came running up to you, hands fumbling over you making sure you were ok. ‘Price told me what happened. Heard you head-butted the wanker. Gutted i didnae see it.’ You ruffled his hair, ‘well I can head-butt you? Then you’d know what it felt like.’

‘Fuck off Reaper. Come on’ he motioned for you to jump up for a piggyback, ‘let’s get you back before you assault anyone else.’

You jumped up onto his back and secured you legs round his waist. Turning back you saw Ghost was still watching you, nodding you offered a silent thank you. His touch still biting at your face.

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A/N hit me up if you wanna be on the tag list chief.

@sashadiurnal @iamnotyourmusebitch (thank you for fuelling me with reaper inspiration)

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shinmiyovvi · 7 months

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CoD Zombies Salvatorix Crew Face Claims

I know I haven't talked about them for months now but this is the opportunity to give time for these bimbinis to shine again! Took me a bit but it was worth the try to find good face claims of the crew. Without further a do...

Louis Hofmann for Stefan von Hoffmann

Yes, they have the same last name but with a different spelling. I was looking for German actors on the internet just for starters to look for potential candidates until I saw Louis Hofmann. He caught my attention and went to look for other photos of him, observing and imagining him being Stefan's face claim so I quickly didn't choose any candidates. His face looks very calm and gives off an intelligent and calculating vibe to it which the two are one of Stefan's traits as a person and also a team leader to his crew.

Grigory Dobyrin for Gavrilo Petrović

Huge thanks to @maninthebox242 for showing me pictures of this man, he is so fine to look at 👉👈 Anyways, he may be Russian but who cares, saw his green eyes and his sexy beard and I was like "Fuck it, we ballin." and went to make him as Gavi's face claim. Now I cannot stay silent whenever I draw Gavi because I will daydream about him having Grigory as his fc.

Jericho Rosales for Marcelito Gonzalez

This struck me while thinking of some potential face claims for the crew and the first thing I was thinking about was for Marcel. As I was spacing out, my brain just went to remember that time I watched Bonifacio: Ang Unang Pangulo and remember Jose Rizal was played by Jericho Rosales. My mind just clicked and quickly made him as Marcel's fc with no other candidates available but only for Jericho. I chose him because of how I grew up just seeing him from any telenovela series that I binged watch every afternoon or every evening, depending on the series' schedule.

Adrien Brody for Lorenzo Beneventi

I mentioned this from the Main Ocs that Adrien was the first one that I had on mind for Dragomir but I disregarded it and make it for Lorenzo's. His facial structure was the driving force of me to make him as Lorenzo's face claim and also the fact that I watched Peaky Blinders and remembered him makes me think about a Mafia Au for our Italian boi.

Junichi Okada for Ryuji Tanaka

This was a very hard decision I had since I chose three candidates for Ryuji's face claim, that being Shun Oguri, Joe Odagiri, and Junichi Okada. I turned Shun as a reserve for now until I am left with Joe and Junichi. Both are present in war movies that I've watched before (Junichi was a Japanese pilot in The Eternal Zero while Joe was an IJA officer in the movie My Way). Both played their roles phenomenally but Junichi begins to grow in me considering that he has a similar facial hair with Ryuji.

Stacy Martin for Rochelle Levesque

The very first actress I laid my eyes on while searching for French actresses and I gotta say, her facial structure is what I wanted Rochelle to have. She has that cute yet beautiful face of hers and how her eyes looks very dreamy and elegant to look at. This will also apply to Primis Rochelle but since her Ultimis counterpart is a member of the Salvatorix Crew so I had to put it here.

Anna Kendrick for Mirabelle Hawkins

I have some other candidates with me like Elizabeth Olsen, Emma Stone, and Scarlet Johnson but I stumbled upon Anna Kendrick and went to search about her on the interest. I never imagine she was part of the Pitch Perfect series and the one who sang Cups (Where everyone uses a cup while singing it and it was a thing before). Her eyes was the key factor of making her as Mira's face claim as it has a slight dark bluish shade on her eyes.

#call of duty zombies #cod zombies #codz #cod zombies oc #codz oc #original character #shin's bimbinis #salvatorix crew #salvatorix crew face claims #stefan von hoffmann #gavrilo petrović #marcelito gonzalez #lorenzo beneventi #ryuji tanaka #rochelle levesque #mirabelle hawkins

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the-whispers-of-death · 3 months

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Welcome to the Blog!

About me:

I'm Tyler, and as my bio states, I'm 21. My current hyper fixation is COD Modern Warfare 2 (Reboot). Before you read further, please note that this is an MDNI account (which means no minors and no ageless blogs). I will block whoever has an ageless blog or is a minor!

I've decided to redo my pinned post because this one will also have the masterlists of all the drabbles and one-shots I've written for the fandom, including the ones for my COD OCs "Stone", "Kali", "Ladder", and "The Lions".

I am now accepting NSFW Requests!

Here are the rules for requesting NSFW.

My asks are open, so feel free to say hi or request a Drabble for a Reader I’ve already done or one you want to see!

Taken anon emojis: 🫧 anon,🐈‍⬛ anon, Freezer anon, Jester anon, 🎰 anon, 🍙 anon, 🪮 anon, 🍅 anon, 🥀 anon, 🥜 anon, 🔮 anon, 🩸anon, Lawyer anon, Rusty anon, Appletun anon, 🧼 anon, 💬 anon

Masterlists:

First things first, I had to redo my masterlists because I had too many inline links. So, this had to be separated into individual masterlists.

This will be organized by drabbles first, one-shots last. I will be doing my best to have them in order of when I posted them in their specific sections.

Note: Desi!Reader is just specific to just being Desi and not any other archetype of reader, though all of the reader drabbles are technically with a Desi!Reader because I've written them with me (a Desi man) in mind. Also, most of my Reader drabbles are written as gender-neutral (the ones that aren't are labeled as the specific gender on the masterlists) and the characters in the Drabbles are listed on the masterlists!

Desi!Reader

Asthmatic!Reader

Closed Off!Reader

Recluse!Reader

Grumpy!Reader

Bookworm!Reader

Butcher!Reader

Worshipper!Reader

Deity!Reader

Worshipper!Ghost

Worshipper!Soap

Fallen God!Ghost

Bartender!Reader

Pretend Boyfriend!Gaz

Extremely Protective!Reader

Old Friend!Reader

Mindless Soldier!Reader

Knight!Ghost

Knight!Price

COD AU: Life/Death

Bunny!Reader

Puppy!Reader

Best Friend!Soap

Incubus!Reader

COD OC "Stone" with the 141 Masterlist

COD OC "Stone" x Male!Reader Masterlist

COD OC "Kali" (Only Kali stuff) Masterlist

COD OC "Stone" x COD OC "Kali" Masterlist

COD OCs "The Lions" Masterlist

COD OC "Sarabi" x Reader Masterlist

COD OC "Kali" x Reader Masterlist

COD OC "Simba" x Reader Masterlist

COD OC "Ladder" with the 141 Masterlist

Mr. Silent & Mr. Grumpy AU Masterlist

The Iriecester Realm Masterlist

One-Shots

And here are the gender identities and sexualities of my OCs. And here are basic info posts for Hearrthrob and Hellstorm.

This is not a complete list! It will be updated as time goes on!

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reality-not-for-me · 8 months

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Valkyrie’s Lesson in Flirting

Chelsea ‘Valkyrie’ Quinn has never had to… manipulate a target before, so when she is chosen for a mission that requires her to do so, she gets help from her boys 🥰😳👀

A/N: Decided to try out my luck with writing a fic with my COD MW II oc Chelsea ‘Valkyrie’ Quinn. This is Literally the first fic I’ve ever written, AND not Beta’d. So. Fuck it we ball. I hope you enjoy and please tell me something I may have missed or could improve on. 😘

Warnings: sexual themes, MNDI

“Val could do it.”

“…do what?” Valkyrie calls out from the doorway as she enters the room, having heard Soap use her call sign. Soap, Gaz, and Ghost all sat or stood around Captain Price’s desk, heads turning towards Valkyrie’s voice.

“Got a new mission. Target holds information we need. He’s known to be… malleable around women when he’s had a few.” The captain was never one for beating around the bush, “we think you might be our best hope to get the information out of him.” He looks Val in the eye with his last sentence.

Val pauses for a couple seconds as she lets his words sink in, “wha- ha! Hah hah, very funny. Call me when you have a real plan…” she moves to exit the room but Cap cuts her off before she can, “Chelsea…” Valkyrie freezes at the use of her real name, her body turning back around to face him, “I’ve never… done this sort of mission before, sir. Isn’t there a better way?”

“This would be the easiest way, that’s for sure.” Soap says to no one in particular. Price gives him a sidelong glance before addressing Valkyrie, “What Soap means is, you’re a woman-” “a pure good looking one at that-“ “THAT’LL DO-“ Ghost cuts Johnny off and Valkyrie rolls her eyes, “…the target would be willing to follow you to the back rooms of the club in a heartbeat. Where we will then be waiting to intercept for interrogation.” Price crosses his arms over his chest and looks at Val from under the brim of his hat, “you’re a great soldier, why the hold up now? I’ve never known you to turn down a challenge.”

Her eyes dart around the room at her teammates, meeting their stares while she thinks of an answer. “…I’ve… never… hmm. I’ve never had to… manipulate a target before, sir. I’m just a ‘shoot ‘em and boot ‘em’ kind of soldier.” Val says with consideration, her cheeks feeling hot.

“I find that hard to believe,” Gaz speaks up now, a cheeky grin gracing his features.

“Well it’s true! I’ve… never had to flirt with someone for a mission before. What if I can’t do it?” Valkyrie raises her voice a little in frustration and embarrassment, her hands lift a little from her sides and rest back down again.

Soap stands from his seat and walks over to Val, putting his hands on her shoulders, “we’re here, Chels, we won’t let ye fail... Come on then, let’s see what you’ve got.” Valkyrie’s eyes widen and she splutters, “what- you want me to practice flirting?? On you lot?? Nah you’re takin’ the piss, I’m good thanks.” She pats Soap’s arm and turns to leave again, but Ghost moves in front of the doorway and crosses his arms, surely smirking under his balaclava. “Judas…” she mutters at him with a half-hearted glare. She turns and looks into Soap’s eyes for a moment, stomach churning with anxiety. “Come on, love, it’s just us.” Valkyrie peers around Soap to look at the source of the voice, Price giving her a sympathetic smile, “we’ve got you.”

She closes her eyes before huffing out a breath, cheeks glowing red, “fine… fine- you win. Happy?”“Never better.” Soap says with a shit eating grin.

Soap guides Val over to the desk, Ghost having returned to stand near Price’s desk too. She sits in the chair Soap was sitting in previously, now feeling extremely small in her skin.

“This is… weird…” Valkyrie makes her uncomfortableness known as she sits rigidly in place, all eyes on her, “what now?”

“Well, let’s start with the target. Dmitri Karkamoff,” Price pulls up his file on his computer, turning the screen towards Val and the boys, “Russian, 173 centimeters, 18 stone, 51 years of age. He holds intel on the location of an illegal weapons cache.” Valkyrie stares at the screen, face turning into a grimace as she studies the candid photo of the decidedly unattractive man resting his hand on the very low back of a woman sitting next to him at some bar top. “Eugh, what a charmer-'' Johnny says with sickening sarcasm, and Val’s face pales with nausea. Ghost notices and leans over to slap Soap on the head, “sorry…”

Valkyrie speaks up after a moment of studying the pictures, a glimmer of hope in her eyes, “Hate to break it to you, cap, but I look a lot different than the women in these photos. How do we know I’m even his… type?” Valkyrie looks up at Price, who swings the computer screen back towards himself and focuses on pulling something up before swinging the screen back to her, “recon has spotted him on numerous occasions partying on a private yacht full of Russian supermodels, all taller than him. Seems tall women are a bit of a ‘thing’ for him.” Price hides a smirk behind his beard. “Oh, yay…” Val says deflatedly, the nausea and anxiety returning. “We’ll take it slow, yeah?” Price gives Val a soft smile, “Alright lads, what do we think this geezer will want to see and/or hear from our Valkyrie?”

“Hmmm… well he definitely seems like he wants to make up for his height by domineering women who are taller than him. Val should wear heels for extra bait.” Gaz looks at Price and then to Valkyrie, giving her a thumbs up. “Great…” Val mutters, already feeling the pain heels cause.

“Agreed. What else?” Price looks to Soap and Ghost now. “I think the git likes to get handsy, so equip Valkyrie’s dress with a knife compartment,” Ghost chimes in with a scowl hidden behind his mask. “Agreed,” Price and Valkyrie say in unison. “Do you think he’ll want more of a woman who looks submissive? Or a woman who looks like she could choke him out?” Valkyrie speaks up with a semblance of confidence now. “Well, I know what I would prefer but-“ Johnny laughs while blocking the incoming slap from Ghost. “Good point. We’ll need to get you a wig and a dress to hide the arms,” Price jots it down on a notepad, “Now, before we get off track, Valkyrie- I know this is gonna be awkward for you- hell, it’ll be awkward for all of us, but I want you to pretend that Soap here is the target. We’ll help you, don’t worry.”

“Oh god, why him?” “Aw yiss, this’ll be pure fun…” Val and Soap speak at the same time. “Because Soap is the best at acting like a prick, ay Johnny?” Ghost deadpans, earning a “Awa ‘an bile yer heid” from Soap and a bark of laughter from Valkyrie. “Well, not exactly how I’d put it, but it’ll do,” Price smirks at the man before returning his eyes to Valkyrie, “so, take your time, think about what the target likes and how to link it to the secondary location. You’re a looker, Chelsea, don’t let him think otherwise.” Valkyrie feels her cheeks heat up at the compliment and silently turns her head towards Soap, who has since switched with Gaz to sit down by her side. “It’s just me lass,” Soap lowers his voice to a tender rumble and squeezes her hand in his, “just you, and me.” Valkyrie lets her eyes fall to their hands and then briefly up on Soap’s lips, which doesn’t go unnoticed by the Scot, his eyebrow raising slightly as she does, before she lands back on his eyes. She then closes her own eyes and takes a deep shaky breath, letting it out slowly. “Okay. Here goes nothing.”

Valkyrie stands and crosses the room, shaking her nerves out for a second and recalling the times Soap had mentioned the type of women he prefers and what they do to get him going before sauntering back over to Soap, her hand hot as it trails along his shoulders when she walks behind him. She could feel Soap jump in surprise and shudder under her touch as she sat back down next to him. Soap has a happily shocked expression on his face as he looks at her, then remembers what he’s supposed to be doing and reins it in. Valkyrie has a mischievous smile on her lips and lets her eyes roam along Soap’s body unabashedly, the man heating up under her gaze. Val has her body turned towards Soap, the hand that had trailed his shoulders now resting on his forearm. “… was that… too much?” She looks around the room, and the men all seem to start breathing again at the same time, Price blinks away his shock and clears his throat. “Nah, lass, if anything I vote for more of-“ Soap chuckles breathlessly before Gaz cuts him off, “I knew it was hard to believe-“ Val turns bright red. “Alright, alright, settle down. Valkyrie, good. Physical touch and eye contact is always a good way to grab attention. However, it invites physical contact from the target as well, so just be prepared and try not to close yourself off on instinct if the target gets handsy. I’ll add a module of redirecting advances to your training.” Price nods at Val then grabs a pen and starts writing in a notebook. Suddenly Valkyrie feels a large, heavy hand on her upper thigh and when she jumps and whips her head to see who it belongs to, Soap is suddenly very close to her face, his mouth next to her ear, “you’ll probably also have to deal with a lot of this too, men like to whisper things into bonnie lass’ ears.” his voice a murmur and she can practically hear the smile he’s wearing. Her eyes flutter on instinct but she steels herself to fight the urge to flee and shove Soap away. She grabs the meat of Soap’s upper thighs in both hands and leans forward until her cheek presses against his, Soap’s breath hitching in his throat. She whispers in his ear this time, “two can play at that game, Johnny boy,” she releases her hold on him and he leans back, eyes blown and a doofy smile on his face, “steamin’ jesus…”

“You should practice on someone who won’t drool and crack instantly.” Ghost chimes in from his spot on the wall. “Yeah, thanks Soap but you’re too… easy,” Val says with a chuckle at the double entendres. “Up, Soap.” Ghost taps Johnny’s shoulder and replaces him in the chair. Val could’ve sworn she heard a pouty whine from Soap as he stood. Valkyrie’s face pales a bit at the new challenge. Johnny was easy; Johnny and her play flirted daily but Ghost? She was going to actually have to read and play him, which was going to be near impossible with his balaclava on, even if she had spent a few years around him. He seemed to read her mind and moved to lift his mask off his face, “Ghost, you don’t have to do that if you don’t want to,” Val says quietly with a hand raised to his wrist. The two of them were bonded by a trust Simon rarely shared with anyone, “thanks dove, but I’m alright.” He gave her a small smile and proceeded to take off the balaclava. He ruffled his blonde hair out and put his mask in his pocket. Valkyrie never tired of seeing Simon’s handsome face, and she gave him a reassuring smile. The other men in the room knew better than to comment on their little exchange or on Simon’s face.

Valkyrie stood up and crossed the room like before, pausing to exhale and shake out her nerves. However, this time she plays dirty by tactfully taking the bottom hem of her t-shirt and pulling it up and through the front of her neck hole, pulling down to create a v neck crop top that accentuates her cleavage. She can see Simon look over his shoulder briefly to see what the holdup is before freezing and turning back around to face front. Captain Price had stood up from his desk and out of the way to the right wall, crossing his arms and watching from a distance. Once again, she saunters over to Ghost, hand hot on his shoulder, but this time she leans forward and drags her nails down his chest, wrapping her arms across his large frame as she leans to his ear and whispers, “this seat taken?” Ghost is much more reserved than Soap was, his body language barely north of statuesque. Val tries not to let that break her confidence as she waits for his response, but when he gives none she slinks down into the chair anyways, letting her hand follow her across his shoulders. She leans an elbow onto the “bar top” (Price’s desk) and turns to face Ghost, pushing her breasts together with her other arm as she places a hand on Ghost’s knee. “God, what’s a girl gotta do to get a drink around here, huh?” She lets out a breathless laugh and looks at Ghost with hooded eyes. Ghost slowly turns to look at Valkyrie, his eyes dark as his hand covers hers on his knee and pulls it to his lips, gently kissing it before saying, “anything she wants…” Valkyrie’s eyes go wide, face goes red, and all thoughts leave her head as the men around them erupt- “AY YO?? GHOST??” “AYE COME OFF IT LT YOU MADMAN!” “Easy, Simon…” Valkyrie regains her composure, “I should’ve known you men would all try to one up the other. Clowns.” She says with fake malice. “What do you call a bird that’s white, black, and red all over?” Ghost says lowly, still holding Val’s hand and not breaking eye contact with her, “Jesus Christ Simon, not now,” Val huffs out and takes the opportunity to get revenge. She uses the momentum from Ghost’s grip on her hand to straddle his lap, face now looking down into his, inches from each other. She could feel the tension in the room hit a peak, none of the other men were even so much as blinking. Ghost’s eyes briefly widen before returning to their guarded state, “An ambulance…” he says lowly, and Valkyrie rolls her eyes. She grips the hair at the base of Ghost’s neck and pulls his head back, Ghost grunting out in surprise and hands flying for purchase on her hips. Valkyrie leans in as if to kiss him, her eyes closing slightly, and to her amazement, Ghost’s do too. Right before she makes contact with his lips, she opens her eyes and asks him with a smirk, “how about we go somewhere more private…?” Ghost opens his eyes halfway and cracks a smile, “good job, but I think that’s a bit forward for your lieutenant, don’t you?” Valkyrie releases the hold on his hair, face turning bright red, “a bit forward?? A bit *forward*?? Ooh you’re gonna regret that-“ she throws her hands up in the air and laughs dangerously, “alright Val, come on, off you pop,” She stands at Cap’s words, “oh, I’ll off his pop, that’s for sure-“ she continues to mutter, Soap and Gaz laughing in the corner together now. Valkyrie dismounts Ghost’s lap and flops back down in her seat, arms crossed.

“Thank Christ HR wasn’t here to witness that mess,” Price sounds a little breathless himself when he speaks, “now, can we continue with the bloody mission prep or do you three need to go take a cold shower?” “No, sir.” Ghost and Valkyrie say in unison, “like, together…? Or…” “JOHNNY-“ “fucken ‘ell-“ Valkyrie and Ghost groan. Price silently shuts up Soap with a look, “you may be comfortable enough to flirt with your squad mates, but this target is much older, a stranger, and undoubtedly slimy. Not to mention you’ll have to steer the conversation without raising alarm. Which is why I’m going next.” Valkyrie’s mouth goes dry, “sir…?” Simon gives the captain and her a look before reaching into his pocket to pull out his balaclava, covering his face again. He stands and Val has to hold back the urge to plead Ghost to stay. “Valkyrie, you’ll sit this time and I’ll approach you, copy?” Price’s voice comes from somewhere behind her, and she weakly replies, “copy…” She takes a deep breath and tries to calm down, closing her eyes. It was just the captain. Her superior. Who would be touching and coming on to her. And she had to convince him to go somewhere private with her. It’s fine. It’s-

“What’s a beautiful thing like you doing here all alone, hmm?” Valkyrie’s eyes fly open at the sudden proximity of the captain’s baritone voice low in her ear. She panics and flies into improv mode, turning to meet his face with hooded eyelids and a smile, “well, I won’t be so alone once you sit down with me, will I?” she bites her lip as she smiles up at him. “Mmm, that you won’t, my dear.” Price gives her a sickly sweet smile and sits down next to her, scooting his chair even closer to her, and leaning into her personal space. “What’s your name, love?” He says as he puts his hand on her knee. She can’t help the heat that creeps into her face at the contact, “Valerie, sir.” She says with a pouty smile. Price’s grip tightens briefly at the surprise use of “sir”, “that’s a good girl.” Valkyrie’s breath hitches in her throat at the pet name and sees that Price’s eyes are dark. Oh, this she can work with… emboldened by her new found exploit, Valkyrie smiles sweetly and slides Price’s hand from her knee to upper thigh, leaning in to whisper in his ear as she does so, “I can show you just how good I can be, sir… just follow me, yeah…?” She can hear Price take an actual honest to god gulp as she tilts his face to meet her gaze with her finger under his chin, her eyes locked unabashedly on his lips before smiling and looking him in the eye, one eyebrow cocked. Hook, line, and sinker.

Price is actually speechless. He blinks and shakes his head slightly, as if to snap out of it. Behind him, Val can see the others shifting awkwardly in place, faces frozen in shock. “Did I… do ok?” Val asks the room. “Oh, uh, yeah- yes-""holy fucken moly-""about that cold shower-“ Val feels her face heat up at the attention, quickly moving to undo what she did to her shirt. “Yes, *cough* well. Damn well for a novice, I’d say.” Price stands and shifts awkwardly as well, pretending to need to re-tuck his shirt back into his waistband, “I think you’re plenty capable now, Valkyrie. Like we said, he’d be willing to follow you in a heartbeat.” Price sits at his desk again, struggling to look Valkyrie in the eye. “I call a do-over with Val next!” Soap says with a grin. Valkyrie laughs and shakes her head, “you’re shameless, MacTavish.” “On your own time, sergeants.” Price huffs out, “Valkyrie, in all seriousness, good work. I’ll get the undercover paperwork to you asap for briefing tomorrow. Which, lads, is when?” “0800, sir.” The 141 say in unison. “Good. Dismissed.” The men leave the room chatting away. Valkyrie stands to leave, but pauses in front of Price’s desk, “captain?” “Yes, Chelsea?” He looks back up into her face. She smiles at the use of her real name, “thank you, sir. For everything,” she says quietly. Price’s face freezes for a beat at the memory of “sir” being said in a wildly different manner before returning the smile, “of course, Chelsea. You’re a good girl, you’ll do fine on this mission. And you know we’ll be right there to help you.” He deadpans the first part as a joke, but it makes Valkyrie’s face flush nonetheless. She quickly leaves the office and shuts the door behind her, leaning up against it and releasing a breath she didn’t know she was holding. She looks to her right and all three of her squad mates are staring her down, looking like they may explode at any second. “Not. A. Word.”

“Steamin’ jesus bonnie! Where did that come from?!””Why didn’t I get a go?!””You okay?” All three start bombarding her with questions and statements, crowding around her as she tries to walk away, “why yes, Ghost, thank you for being civilized, I am okay,” she looks pointedly at Soap and Gaz, “barely…” she finishes quietly to herself. She feels a hand stop her and another cup her chin, “oi, look at me,” Simon looms over her, and she complies. “You okay?” He repeats, looking into her eyes, “yeah… yeah- I’ll be fine. Thanks.” She offers him a reassuring smile, “who knew Price’s kink was being called ‘sir’?? Am I right??” She addressed all three now with a laugh, trying to make light of the conversation, “oh my god RIGHT?” Soap immediately pipes up, unsurprisingly, “I’ll never let him forget it, that’s fer damn sure-“”yeah that’s going to haunt me now, thanks-“ Gaz says with a shudder. “You did good, kid.” Simon says, “I’d definitely follow you,” he says with a wink. “Oh, really? Wasn’t ‘a bit forward’ for ya? Ya cheeky slag,” Val says with a laugh and a grin before donning a serious tone, “sorry if I pulled too hard, by the way,” Ghost’s eyes flash to the side for a split second, “no, it- it was good. Good tactic. No worries.””yeah, if you could just sprinkle that into our session next time that would be aces bonnie-“”Next time?? Session??” Valkyrie laughs incredulously, “Come ‘ere an I’ll pull your hair right now, you Scottish numpty, but just know I won’t be doing it in a sexy way.” Soap waggles his eyebrows at her, “that’s fine with me lass,” he says before quickly dodging her slap to his arm, “come ‘ere!” She launches herself onto his back, choking him with one arm and battling his protective arm to pull his mohawk with the other. The two devolve into crazed laughter as Gaz and Ghost watch. “You think mess still has those pudding cups out?” Gaz asks Ghost, “pudding??” Soap and Val pause their war and climb off each other, “let’s go!” Val grabs Ghost’s wrist in one hand and Gaz’s in another, dragging them in the direction of the mess hall. “You still have that contraband whiskey in your room, Kentucky lover?” Soap grins at Ghost, “I hear it pairs well with pudding…””fine. Puddin’ and then back to mine for whiskey. Our Valkyrie here should celebrate her undercover cherry pop.” Ghost booms in his baritone voice. “Eugh, why’d you have to say it like that…” Val teases with a grimace, and with that the four of them head off to the mess hall.

#cod mw2 #my ocs #simon ghost riley #chelsea quinn #chelsea valkyrie quinn #john soap mactavish #johnny soap mactavish #johnny soap mactavish x chelsea valkyrie quinn #simon ghost riley x chelsea valkyrie quinn #captain john price #simon ghost riley x johnny soap mactavish x chelsea valkyrie quinn #captain john price x chelsea valkyrie quinn #reality not for me #first fic #kyle gaz garrick

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Malcontent

A look into Mal's origin story, my oc from @ghouljams cod Fae!au.

Warnings: Child in distress, and risk of drowning. The child doesn't actually drown, and the situation is resolved by the end.

In the moment, it didn’t occur to Maeve how sad it was that she was the only person struck with a sense of urgency at the noise coming from the well. No, it took her several days before the anguish, anger, and despair properly took her body and froze it stone cold. But we’re not there yet. We’re here in the now. And right now, there is a haunting, bone chilling wailing emanating from the well.

Maeve nearly falls in herself with how quickly she runs, pail forgotten as she peers over the edge. The desperate sound of a child’s scream echoes off of the stone walls and pierces her ears. But it’s the sight of the small child, face contorted in fear and confusion as it tries to find purchase on the wet stone that truly breaks her.

“Shhh, sweetheart. Ye’re alright, I’ll get you out don’t ye worry,” Maeve called down, calm and steady.

Unfortunately the communal bucket and rope were down the well with the child, who most likely pulled the free end of the rope out of its temporary mooring in an attempt to climb out. There would never be a time where Maeve was happiest to be a crafter, pulling a long length of cordage from her rucksack and tying a large loop on one end of it. When she was done she tossed it down, keeping a firm grip on the free end.

Over the continued panicking cries of the child she yelled, “Put your legs through and rest the loop under your bum sweet thing. Now grab the rope and hold tight.”

Fear and determination fuelled Maeve as she heaved, struggling against the weight of a sopping wet child as she slowly pulled them out of the well. There was a brief moment of terror where her hands slipped on the second half of the cordage that had become wet when it landed in the water. Despite the burning feeling of rough and woody fiber pulling through her palms she held fast, regaining her grip and pulling with all her strength. Bright red hair peaked over the edge of the well, and Maeve desperately held the tension in the cord with one hand as she reached out with the other, scooping up the child into her arms. They latched onto her like a leech, nearly squeezing the life out of her as they cried into her neck.

“There there, I’ve got ye now. Don’ worry a thing lovely,” she murmured, wrapping the child in her cloak, the bright yellow accompanying the mop of fiery red hair nicely.

By the time they walked home, the child had settled down somewhat in her arms, no longer crying the blood curdling scream from earlier, but still shouting and bawling something fierce. Out from the front door rushed her daughter, long flaxen hair streaming behind her as she came to investigate.

“Ma, who’s this?”, she said, poking at the bundle in her arms.

“I haven’t a clue darling, But first, let's get them warmed up. Feed the fire will you Niamh.”

Maeve sat in front of the fire, cradling the bundle in her arms as Niamh set it blazing hot. She cooed, humming under her breath and rocking gently. Niamh sat down next to her, watching intently as the child continued to cry, but said nothing. They sat there so long that her daughter fell asleep on her shoulder, snoring gently. And still they cried, and still Maeve soothed, all the way until the morning dawn. Only then, did the cries turn to sniffles, until finally they stopped completely.

“There we are,” she murmured, “feeling better darling?”

Pulling away from Maeve's shoulder, the child finally turned to face her for the first time, face still scrunched tight and wet with tears.

“Come now, relax,” she gently brushed her fingers over the child’s face, soothing worry lines and wrinkles until their face was lax and still in her hands.

“Open your eyes wee thing.”

Now, there were plenty of things Maeve was expecting, such as brown or maybe even blue eyes to peer back at her with the whites bloodshot and red from the river of tears.

What she was not expecting was the set of four large, perfectly circular black eyes staring back at her. To her credit, she did not flinch or otherwise spook at the sight, peculiar though it was. At that point in time, all she was concerned about was making sure the poor thing was alright.

The next thing that happened though, she did startle at. The child began to squirm, turning their head this way and that desperately in search of something. It wasn’t until they spotted Niamh did they stop their search, going stock still as they looked upon her daughter. Almost imperceptibly, the child pivoted their head at multiple angles, as if they were studying her. Then, their outline began to blur into the surrounding air, as if looking at a mirage on a hot day. Suddenly, they came back into crystal clear focus, except now in the shape of her sleeping daughter.

Maeve’s eyes widened in shock, arms squeezing slightly at the new development. Had she had too much to drink? Was this some elaborate nightmare? But the more she looked, the more she saw the differences. For a start their hair was still shockingly red as ever, but there were other things too. The mole was on the wrong side, and the scar across the brow Niamh had gotten as a toddler was missing, and a multitude of other small discrepancies revealed the poor attempt at what Maeve assumed was blending in.

She’d heard about creatures like this. Faeries swapping a human child with their own, tormenting their new family until it drove them into destitution and ruin. The child's eyes were still large and black, although seemingly reduced from four to two in the mimicking attempt. How could anyone believe that those eyes wished them harm? Staring up trustingly at her, completely at her mercy. She could have let them drown, or tossed them into the hot fire, and yet it trusted her not to.

“Do you have a name?” She wondered aloud. Just as she wondered if they knew how to talk, the child spoke.

“My name is Malcontent,” they whispered, thankfully not in Niamh’s voice. Maeve didn’t know if she could keep it together if they did.

Pity crossed her features, “What a terrible name for a child. We should change it to something more pleasant.”

“NO!” Malcontent screamed, face contorted in anger, “My name is Malcontent!”

The irony of the situation did not escape her, “Why would your parents give you such a name?”

Like a switch, anger was replaced with sadness, “My parents didn’t give me that name. The ones they left me with gave it to me. Kept saying how I couldn’t be their child cause their angel was never as unhappy and angry as I was. I just wanted to go home. But I don’t know how.”

Maeve listened intently, tears poking at the corners of her eyes, “You sure have a lot of words for a child so small.” To that, Malcontent had no response, so she continued, “It was unfair of them to give you such a burdening name. Names have power, and what else could you do but be upset and angry and sad being called something like Malcontent all day?”

“But I was sad and angry and upset before them. And I always will be,” they mutter determinedly.

Maeve made one last attempt, “I think you should consider trying another name for a while. See how it feels?”

“Fine. But I don’t know many names.” they scowled, as if inconvenienced by the fact that Maeve was trying to save them from the most upsetting name she had ever heard.

She paused, thinking of the options. There were a multitude of names to choose from, many of which could be a fitting and pleasant name to bear. However, it also felt wrong to completely wash over and erase a part of this child's history and experiences.

“How about Mal?”

#ghouljams fae au #1fae1 #cod mw2 #cod mwii #oc: mal #call of duty #maelstrom007 #cod fae au #cod fanfic #I feel like I'm in the Mandalorian with how many times I've said 'The child'#Drinking game take a shot every time I say the child #please don't i think you'd die #poor Mal #historically babies that were identified as 'changelings' were often killed #as an attempt to get their original child back #or at the very least remove the 'burden' from their lives #which is just so sad #as far as names have power thing #Mal is very technically safe going by Mal because even now they still think that Malcontent is their True Name #Some sort of guilt and self victim blaming makes it so that Mal has a nickname status to them #and therefore protects them from name magic shenanigans #set in ambiguous pre modern times #fae aging doesn't abide by regular human rules #whos to say Mal isn't old as fuck

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