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callsignkatzchen · 6 hours

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She's angy, but can't do anything about it.

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yawnderu · 1 day

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What monsters do you think K-9, Stray, and Eden would be?

You had me thinking hard about this BWKDJEKEJ

K-9 would be a Sphinx, like the one from Dragon's Dogma 2. Something big and terrifying, uncanny from the moment you see her giant face, to the sheer horror at seeing the rest of her body.

Stray would be... something similar to Frankenstein's monster. She has seen and been close to death way before she even joined the military, back when she was just a preteen and quite honestly, most of her early teenage years were spent in dangerous situations with dodgy people.

Eden, well... isn't she kind of a horror herself? Despite the comical way she's portrayed, she's an expensive piece of artificial intelligence able to replicate human emotion to the point that if she ever got a physical body, it'd be impossible to even know she's an AI unless she herself tells you.

Having access to government databases, able to process millions of data within seconds, being successfully programmed to detect heartbeat and heat with just a quick scan, isn't it a bit scary to think how wrong things could go if she becomes sentient, or if her multiple firewalls are somehow bypassed by enemies? X_X

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gamergirlbonestaskforce141riot · 2 days

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The wishes I've made are too vicious to tell Everyone knows I am going to Hell

And if it's true I'll go there with you

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rileyslibrary · 5 months

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Ghost helps Riot decorate the Christmas tree at the base.

Fluff. A gift for my friend, @gamergirlbonestaskforce141riot with her OC, Christine “Riot” Vega. (Awesome render here!)

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“It’s too tall.”

“Or, maybe you’re too short.”

Riot shifts her gaze from the Christmas tree to Ghost. He doesn’t regard her back, yet she knows there’s a smile underneath that mask—one of those triumphant, snarky, arrogant, ‘i-got-her-again’ grins.

“Behave, Lieutenant,” she warns. “I’m 1.70, in case you didn’t read my file.”

“Congratulations to the whole 1.70 of you,” he replies and playfully pats her head. “With or without the shoes?”

Riot rolls her eyes and swats his hand away. “Can you just get me the ornament boxes from the warehouse?” She asks.

“You have to be more specific, love,” He says. “The warehouse is a two thousand square meter void filled with cardboard boxes.”

“I don’t have the coordinates, Ghost.” She replies, smirking. “You can ask Gaz whether he planted a GPS tracker in them or, here’s a better idea: how about you search for the boxes labelled as ‘Xmas’?”

Now, he’s the one rolling his eyes. He murmurs a “how unique” and walks to the door to fulfil her request.

While waiting for Ghost to find and retrieve the boxes, Riot tests the new Christmas lights they bought by plugging them into the socket. Once she confirms they work, she starts wrapping them around the tree. Although the task appears to be assigned to just the two of them, it took all five—including the captain who gave the roles—to make it happen.

Gaz chose the tree and bought extra ornaments, then Soap measured its dimensions, ensuring enough lights to cover it. Once aligned, they raked the entire base to decide on the perfect spot. Their prerequisites? It had to be a place where everyone could see it and would do it justice. Unfortunately, they couldn’t agree on a specific location, so they met in the middle and decided to place the tree in the mess hall, the exact same spot it was last year. And the year before it. And the year before it.

Then, it was up to Ghost to carry the tree, and the captain instructed him to help Riot with the “heavy-duty” tasks. Now, all that’s left is for Riot to decorate it.

“I still don’t get why you get to decorate.” Ghost says, placing the boxes on the floor. “Why are we doing chores like measuring and carrying boxes while you get the fun stuff?”

“Because whoever did it last year did a terrible job,” she retorts, emphasising ‘whoever’ and handing Ghost a light strip to continue up to the top. “You guys didn’t even shuffle the decorations. Not to mention that the back was empty.”

“Nobody sees the back,” Ghost argues.

“You don’t?” Riot smirks.

“Nobody sees the back of the tree,” Ghost corrects.

“Well, I do,” she replies, pointing at the top of the tree, “and go a little bit lower over there.”

“Like that?” he asks.

“Like that,” she confirms.

After finishing the light placement, Ghost sits on the sofa. He takes an ornament shaped like a candy cane from one of the boxes and starts playing with it. Riot, on the other hand, gets straight to the job. She opens the boxes and grabs two ornaments. She places one on the tree, removes it and tries the other. She concludes on the latter. She turns around to search the boxes for more ornaments and catches Ghost fiddling with the candy cane.

“You can go if you’re bored,” she says. “I won’t finish anytime soon.”

“That I figured,” he murmurs under his breath, making Riot instinctively place her hands on her waist. He lets a sharp chuckle and shakes his head. “I’m alright here.” He assures her.

But of course, where else would he be alright if not here?

Time passes quickly. Ghost and Riot reminisce about their past Christmases—childhood festivities, memorable Boxing Day gifts, favourite holiday foods, and the annual movies that defined each season. Yet, these beautiful memories end at a certain point unique to each. Maybe those memories have faded away, or perhaps they have purposefully chosen to let them go. And when that happens, when they approach that personal boundary, they stop dwelling on those past celebrations and turn to each other, to the present, to fill them with joy.

Sometimes, Riot shows Ghost different ornaments, and he either picks one or dismisses the options with a casual “whatever” or “there’s no difference.” Other times, Ghost critiques her progress, giving feedback while she decorates. He points out areas needing more attention or playfully suggests she’s gone overboard elsewhere. In return, Riot replies with a firm yet joking, “Go on; you do it then”, and shuts him up.

She lifts one final piece into the air and shows it to Ghost—the Christmas tree topper.

“Seems that I’m too short to reach the top,” she pouts.

“Nonsense,” he whispers and stands up. “It’s the tree that’s too tall.”

He walks towards her, grabs her waist, and lifts her up.

“Now I get why the captain assigned me for the heavy-duty stuff,” he says.

“Drop me, and I’ll stick you up there instead of the topper.” She warns him, chuckling. “Take one more step forward, please.”

Ghost does as told, and Riot places the topper at the top. She adjusts it and lightly taps Ghost’s hand to put her down. They take a few steps back and marvel at the result.

“What do you think?” Riot asks, still looking at the tree.

“Seems alright.” Ghost shrugs. “Should we turn the lights on?”

“No,” Riot replies. “I want all of them to be here when we do it.”

He turns to look at her and nods. She meets his gaze and smiles.

“Thank you for lifting me up.” She says.

“No,” he replies. “Thank you for lifting me up.”

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temeyes · 1 month

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[OC] as fast as a race horse, as steady as a Chariot.

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billiousserpent · 1 month

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Little midnight doodles

#artists on tumblr #keegan p russ #keegan russ #cod keegan #david hesh walker #hesh walker #cod hesh #logan walker #cod logan #alex ajax johnson #ajax #cod ajax #thomas merrick #merrick #cod ghosts #call of duty: ghosts #cod original character #Seeth #self insert

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nrdmssgs · 4 months

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"You can stand in them?" "In ballet shoes? Yes, why?" "They look uncomfortable. How is one supposed to-" "Wait, I'll show. Let me just stretch a bit..." Sound of Ghosts soul leaving his body.

This is a little bonus to this work

Christine 'Riot' Vega belongs to @gamergirlbonestaskforce141riot

OCs Masterlist (Zhar and Riot so far)

#cod mw2 #cod oc #cod original character #call of duty #call of duty modern warfare #call of duty original character #call of duty modern warfare 2 #riot vega #christine riot vega

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blingblong55 · 5 months

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Grim wakes up and acts like a normal, functioning member of society. Base is split between being shit scared and being worried she’s not doing too well 🫧

This day is called, "The Paranormal Day" not because there is a literal ghost or that any paranormal activity is going on but its named this way because everyone was scared

And I mean EVERYONE.

Grim just genuinely had a good night sleep, they ate proper meals the day before, didn't have nightmares and finally took their medication...so when they walked around base all calmly and happily, everyone freaked out.

Price thought Grim was going to breakdown at any second, so Ghost and Gaz were near them at all times.

Soap was even advised to not interact with Grim throughout the day. Gas kept snacks on him at all times and Price even had Laswell and the therapist on speed dial.

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priceseyes · 16 days

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controversial opinion but: cod OCs should and need to be more widely accepted in the fandom.

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morthern · 6 months

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*insert 'im in trouble' gif*

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vasyandii · 8 days

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KruegerNak Doodles

suffering from a bad case of good cooch syndrome istg I hate these two

#call of duty #call of duty modern warfare #art #digital art #phayvanh nak sotsvahn #sebastian krueger #cod krueger #cod nak #artwork #kruegernak #original character #call of duty original character #call of duty oc #cod oc #cod original character #oc x canon

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yawnderu · 16 days

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I'm sorry but being with simon at the beginning of a relationship would be so awkward.💀

Like...

You can't take pics, you can't know about his routine, you can't know about his work and so goes on.

So or are you with him for the cock or because you have the syndrome of falling in love with strange men

>This turned into a mini character study. 😔🗣️

Good dick has taken you places you wouldn't even go to with a gun.

Simon is a kind man. Truly, he is. He's just... slightly strange. You don't know much about him other than the fact that he has served in the military— something he never even told you, you simply guessed by the dogtags he never takes off and the plethora of scars adorning his pale body, a privilege you didn't get until he realized he could trust you... for the most part.

For a man like Simon, vulnerability was nothing but a highly-desired privilege. Something he wouldn't allow himself to have ever again, hiding his face under different masks that caused the reactions he was looking for— intimidation and fear, the skulls doing nothing more than serving the purpose of representing all he was, a ghost. A man who died a long time ago, way before he was tortured by the greedy, cruel hands of Manuel Roba.

It's not that Simon doesn't love you, he simply doesn't know how to allow himself to be vulnerable. How to put down the walls he spent a lifetime building, serving as shelter from his father's abuse, nothing but a mere way of shielding the broken pieces of his soul, not allowing anyone to trample what little he had left.

... not until you came, at least. Sweet little thing, never moving away from his side even when Simon told you nothing good comes from men like him. Perhaps it's unfair, yet Simon only warned you once. Had a long chat with you about how you could do better— only for you to find yourself already tangled on his web, unable to leave even if you wanted to... and good for him, because the idea of leaving him never once crossed your mind no matter how difficult he could be.

For you, it was a test of patience and care, wanting to peel every single layer of the man Simon Riley is, yet for him, it's a new chance at life. The holy light, in a way, guiding him into a path he never found himself roaming, a path he never even thought he'd have the chance to see, not when he was such a tainted, dirty man, sins that would last him a lifetime easily forgotten the moment your arms wrap around him, holding him with such tenderness one would've thought he's made of expensive fine china rather than scar tissue and trauma.

It's not like Simon is a bad partner— quite the opposite, truly. He has a way with words, reassuring you that there'll be a time where he's able to reveal more about himself and what he does, having a scheduled delivery of flowers and food almost every day he's gone, wanting to keep you happy even when he's on the other side of the world, gaining more enemies by the day.

... And yet he is not afraid anymore. His enemies die with Ghost, by his punishing hand or that of an ally. The moment the mask comes off, he's your Simon. Yours and only yours, never even allowing himself to look at other women, he has the most gorgeous one by his side, one that loves him with all she has, making him feel like a proper lad for the first time in his life.

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gamergirlbonestaskforce141riot · 4 months

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Amazing comission by the even more amazing @temeyes whose art I love dearly and always make me laugh

I'm so in love with it I don't have words, it's them, their friendship, him being a little shit lmao and her face of "I'm so done". Sibling vibes.

Thank you tim 🫂❤️

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kaitaiga · 2 months

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Ka-Freaking-Boom 💥

So, @alypink showed me a few generated prompts and I thought it would be fun to draw one of the outcomes and turn it into a quick little comic 😄

There’s never not an exciting moment when you’re around these three…no such thing as silence…anyways hope you enjoy!! 🐻❤️❤️

Pookies:

Aly - @alypink

Hannah “Sparrow” Clayton - @revnah1406

Damien Whitlock - me lol

#sparrow being an engineer and all…it’s fitting HAHHAHAHA #GO BIG OR GO HOME - SPARROW #call of duty #cod oc #damien whitlock #cod oc: aly #alyssa m #hannah sparrow clayton #call of duty oc #my oc #my art #call of duty modern warfare #modern warfare #call of duty fanart #oc #Pookie’s oc #friend's oc #cod original character

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temeyes · 1 month

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[OC] some of Chariot's outfits!!

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themotherofhorses · 4 days

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"Simon Riley is toxic," "Simon Riley is a cold and distant man that enjoys inflicting harm on others," and "Ghost is a red flag."

Yada yada yada. Anyways.

Simon Riley LOVES cats.

When she first read his personnel file, her eyes immediately took notice of one certain detail, jotted down on a little yellow sticky note, in red penmanship. Price’s handwriting, she believed. “Enjoys tattoo art & animals.” SilentDove smiled at that. Simon Riley, 6’4” and with a fearful reputation that always preceded him, possessed a soft spot for animals — cats, she soon learned. He never spoke about it aloud, but there were signs: the small glances toward a stray kitty sunbathing on the sidewalk; his blue eyes softening the moment they caught sight of the kittens at the local petshop, and all the cat videos he pretended were not clogging up his YouTube history. Yeah, there were countless signs.

“Saaayyyy….you ever wanna adopt a kitty-cat, Lieutenant?” “That’s above ya’s pay grade, Reyes.”

Three months later, Dove tried again. "A little brown kitten, Ghost, with pink beans on its toes! Imagine that!" She was holed up in the Lieutenant's office, pestering him with pictures of cats she found on Pinterest. "Brown kittens are super duper rare, y'know that, right?" she asked, showing him a cute brown cat with amber-like eyes. "Look, even the nose is brown!" But all she got in response was a stupid grunt; he didn't even look up from the paperwork he was filing out. Stubborn bastard, Dove thought to herself with a sigh. She fell silent for a moment until Simon suddenly spoke up. "I'd like a Norwegian forest cat," is what he muttered, peeking up to look at Dove. His bright, baby-blue eyes met her dark ones, and the Native American could see a certain softness pooling inside them. A smile twitched on her lips as she sat up straighter. "Yeah?" Simon hummed. "Damn things are beauties. Ever seen one?" He leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms over his chest. "Wanna get me one once I retire from all this shit. Name him Shiloh, get him a bell and collar." "Shiloh," Dove breathed out, nodding. She liked the name; it sounded nice on her tongue. Shiloh…c’mere, Shiloh! "Didya know that Viking brides were given Norwegian forest kittens as a wedding present?" as her chin came to rest atop her palm. His gaze dropped to follow the slight movement before flickering back to her face. "Is that so?" His voice dropped a little, suddenly taking on a huskier tone, instantly sending a small flutter of butterflies inside her tummy. Dove swallowed with another nod. "Mmmm, in honor of Freyja, the goddess of love. According to the mythology, her cart was pulled by cats; Vikings loved cats, and it was a sorta…good luck for brides to have a kitten in her new household." Dove paused before adding, "—when I get married, I'm gonna ask for a kitten as well. No fancy pots, pans, or cutlery. A cat, one that I'm gonna name Ésevone." "Ésevone?" Simon repeated, cocking his head to the side. "Buffalo in the Northern Cheyenne language." "Ah. Ésevone," he rasped again, this time with a nod of his own. "Ésevone and Shiloh. Not bad." A few seconds of (comfortable) silence fell over the two before— "—Y'know, Ghosty, you actually look like a TOTAL cat dad. Like you got the entire "cat dad" aesthetic down to a T." "Shut up, little bird."

note: just a small snippet as i try to dive back into writing :D

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