#warhunts

[hvndredbattles]

Really, Singh was a lucky bastard, catching shrapnel where he had. A little over and he'd have been looking at a femoral bleed. Any higher, and, well... Let's just say he's sensitive to the fact that he'd nearly found himself short the family jewels, so to speak. He'd limped along for all of a step or two before Ghost had, presumably, taken pity on him.

❛ thought you’d be lighter without all that blood. ❜ @warhunts (x)

"It's like body building, aye? Or wrestling." The bloodloss might be a bit more than Singh had initially projected. He's usually got a pretty solid brain-to-mouth filter, but not all of it's getting caught, now. "Just water weight."

#singh. * #singh. ic #ic. #warhunts #warhunts. ghost #it was a v tough choice between richie and noel! sldhfsdfh solid pick solid pick #noel like “what's a little bleeding when i've still got all my limbs” sldhsdh

[designedparadigm]

" it looks worse than it feels. " / @warhunts

   the  hiss  of  'bullshit'  lingers  on  the  tip  of  his  tongue,  but  he  bites  it  back.  a  sigh  passes,  before  the  liutenant  gets  himself  up,  turning  to  grab  the  medical  bag  and  start  rummaging  through  it.  pulling  out  a  few  tools  to  help  clean,  and  even  stitch.  his  work  usually  isn't  the best  -  but  hell,  he's  got  to  try  something. 

   "were  we  near  any  medical  -  i'd  be  draggin'  your  arse  right  there."  he  grumbles  it  out,  the  gruffness  of  ghost's  voice  significantly  lacking.  with  price  -  god  -  he's  always  brought  down  to simon.  even  with  ghost's  imposing  mask  -  he  doesn't  quite  feel  like  he's  matching  the  part. 

   "gonna  'urt."  he  makes  mention,  before  pulling  out  the  cleaning  alcohol,  opting  to  just  pour  a  good  bit  of  it  over  the  wound,  before  using  gauze  improperly  to  try  and  clean  up  some  of  the  blood.  he's  never  been  inclined  toward  medical  -  it's  showing  blatantly. 

   "gonna  'ave  to  stitch  it."  brown  eyes  glance  up  to  meet  blues.  "you  gonna  trust  me  to  do  i'?"  some  of  his  accent  starts  to  bleed  through  -  and  he  kicks  himself  for  not  keeping  on  top  of  himself.  he's  still  in  the  field.  he  shouldn't  get familiar  out  here.  his  gaze  drops  back  down,  brows  visibly  furrowing  beneath  the  mask.  a  discontented  grunt  escapes,  before  the  growl  of  ghost  creeps  back  into  his  voice. 

   "give  me  orders,  captain."  he's  pulling  out  the  suture  kit.  "i'll  kill  'em  all."  there  it  is  -  the  reason  no  one  else  wanted  to  touch  the  ghost.  that  part  of  him  that  is  geared  to  vengeance,  that  part  that  wants  to  spill  blood  in  retaliation.  how  he  can't  swallow  that  beast,  keep  it  down.  claws  come  out  every  time  -  and  he  doesn't  hide  it. order  me  to  indulge  it,  captain. this  kind  of  shit  doesn't  stand  -  people  he cares  about  injured  never  will  stand.

#warhunts #answered #in / simon ghost riley #verse / modern warfare #there wont ever come a day this man will be normal

[untodeath]

@warhunts liked for cole cassidy.

night air bit mercilessly at the back of his neck, sending something tense and taut down his back. if it weren't for the weather, something else would've left him alert, on guard and wary. like a presence in the wind and every time it changed direction. cole almost recognized the ominous and dark feeling, someone quiet despite their towering size. stoic and gruff to match expressionless skull that masked dark and distant eyes. still reckoned it was nice to see a familiar face.

" wouldn't happen t'have a- light on ya, would'ya? " he spoke only to put a few cracks in the tension, aged and tired eyes hidden by the brim of his hat. no matter what he saw, how large or terrifying, it seemed nothing would compare to the ghost himself. " seem t'have forgotten mine- "

#warhunts #for ghost:) #maybe post recall for fun or something #' threads: cole cassidy.

[furtivitee]

「 ❝  𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝙺𝙽𝙾𝚆 𝙰𝙻𝙻 𝙼𝚈 𝙷𝙸𝙳𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙿𝙻𝙰𝙲𝙴𝚂.  ❞ 」︰  @warhunts  ...  for : 𝗣𝗥𝗜𝗖𝗘.

𝚂𝙸𝙻𝙴𝙽𝚃 𝙰𝚂 𝙰 𝙼𝙾𝚄𝚂𝙴, 𝙺𝙴𝙴𝙽-𝙴𝚈𝙴𝙳 𝙰𝚂 𝙰 𝙷𝙰𝚆𝙺,   always watching, silently observing, until it's the  exactly right  moment to move. It's a skill he's honed over the years of his service, sharpened to a point and  elevated to an art.  It's a skill that helps him excel at his job  ...  and helps him sniff out their sneaking captain when he ducks around the shadows in what he  believes  is complete and utter secrecy. Idly, fleetingly, he wonders if Price regrets assisting him in perfecting that particular skill, now that it's being used against him.

❝  Of course I do,  ❞   comes his easy reply as he takes a seat on the ground next to Price, leaning back on his palms. It's a statement of fact, spoken with plain certainty, as if it should have always been expected, as if expecting any different was simply foolish ⸻ because it was.    ❝  Someone's gotta be looking out for you, sir, since you don't seem inclined to.  ❞   His tone is light, almost airy. It could be taken as a  joke,  gentle teasing, and nothing more, if someone truly wanted to believe that; Gaz is even smiling when he says it. But the truth is there in his words, poorly hidden, for someone so adept with masking his own emotions when needed:  frustration.  A gentle scolding in the only way he can without crossing over into insubordinate.

A reminder that he cares.

#「 𝙶𝙰𝚁𝚁𝙸𝙲𝙺 𝙵𝙸𝙻𝙴𝚂: 𝚄𝚃𝙸𝙻𝙸𝚃𝙸𝙴𝚂 :// answered. 」 #warhunts #here have a little bonding moment

[phasmasum]

⁽ ᴾᴿᴼᴹᴾᵀ ⁾ 𝗥𝗘𝗦𝗣𝗢𝗡𝗦𝗘 𝗟𝗢𝗔𝗗𝗜𝗡𝗚 . . . 𝙵𝙾𝚁: 𝙺𝚈𝙻𝙴 '𝙶𝙰𝚉' 𝙶𝙰𝚁𝚁𝙸𝙲𝙺.

“ It's just a flesh wound. Nothing major. ” said @warhunts.

“ 𝗦𝗛𝗨𝗧   𝗧𝗛𝗘   𝗙𝗨𝗖𝗞   𝗨𝗣.   𝗧𝗛𝗔𝗧’𝗦   𝗔𝗡   𝗢𝗥𝗗𝗘𝗥. ”   To   say   he   was   pissed   was   an   understatement.   Misguided   rage   redirected   towards   a   bleeding   soldier   through   gritted   teeth,   in   spite   of   the   fact   that   buried   beneath   it   all,   he   was   only   angry   with   himself.   Angry   at   all   of   the   shit   that   had   hit   the   fan   and   gone   awry   during   the   last   mission,   angry   that   they’d   just   barely   made   it   back   to   the   rendezvous   point   by   the   skin   of   their   fucking   teeth.   All   whilst   underneath   Ghost’s   tutelage,   and   he   had   failed   them   on   a   near   catastrophic   scale.   If   he   couldn’t   even   protect   his   own   men,   𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯   𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵   𝘵𝘩𝘦   𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘭   𝘸𝘢𝘴   𝘩𝘦   𝘥𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨   𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦?

Palm   pressed   against   an   open   wound,   applying   pressure   to   stop   the   blood   from   spilling   until   the   combat   medic   could   gather   up   what   supplies   they   had   available   to   them   and   MacGyver   a   temporary   solution   to   a   much   larger   issue.   It   wasn’t   nearly   as   bad   as   it   could’ve   been,   but   it   was   enough   that   he   wished   Gaz   had   said   something   sooner.   Wished   he   hadn’t   waited   until   they   were   ripping   through   terrain   in   the   Foxhound   to   get   back   to   the   safehouse.   𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵   𝘢   𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨   𝘪𝘥𝘪𝘰𝘵   …   but,   one   of   his   idiots   nonetheless.   ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ( 𝙽𝙾   𝙼𝙰𝙽   𝙻𝙴𝙵𝚃   𝙱𝙴𝙷𝙸𝙽𝙳. )

“ You   get   hurt,   you   fucking   say   something,   do   you   understand   me? ” Tough   love,   they   called   it.   The   only   type   of   affection   he’d   ever   known,   and   the   only   way   he   could   express   that   he   actually   gave   a   shit   about   the   man’s   wellbeing. ( 𝙽𝙾𝙱𝙾𝙳𝚈 𝙴𝚅𝙴𝚁 𝚂𝙰𝙸𝙳 𝙷𝙴 𝚆𝙰𝚂 𝙿𝙴𝚁𝙵𝙴𝙲𝚃. )

#warhunts #ㅤ⁰⁷ ﹐ 𝗣𝗛𝗔𝗦𝗠𝗔𝗦𝗨𝗠 … 𝙰𝚂𝙺 𝚁𝙴𝚂𝙿𝙾𝙽𝚂𝙴. #BLOOD TW // #this was written at one in the morning and idk if i like it but. #i hope it works akfghdjkgfd.

[siabann]

❝ [ 𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝙻𝙾𝙾𝙺 𝙻𝙸𝙺𝙴 𝚂𝙷𝙸𝚃. ] ⸻ @warhunts ( price. )

𝙰 𝙲𝙷𝚄𝙲𝙺𝙻𝙴 ⸻ 𝙰 𝙷𝙰𝙻𝙵 𝙳𝚁𝚈, 𝙷𝙰𝙻𝙵 𝙷𝚄𝙼𝙾𝚁𝙾𝚄𝚂 𝚃𝙷𝙸𝙽𝙶 ⸻ burns  in his throat, dry and raw from dust and smoke, bringing a painful fit of coughs along with it. When he pulls his hand away, his glove is stained red, but it's dull and already seeping into the fabric; he suspects that's probably from a wound somewhere on his body he's yet to pinpoint and assess in the midst of his entire body throbbing in pain, some parts screaming louder than others. Truly, Price couldn't have come at a better time. He would have barely lasted a moment longer in this sorry state. But he won't linger on that thought. Soap  is  alive, and Price  did  make it. Bailing him out of the lion's den, as always. At this point, he owes Price so many damn favors, he might as well sign his soul over to him now, as advance payment.

Still, he grins through the pain and labored breaths, arms resting almost limply at his sides, hands curled against cold metal helicopter floor, head lolling to the side to turn his eyes in his captain's direction.  ❝ Hear that's a side effect of feelin' like shit, Cap'n. 'M still pretty, though, right ? ❞  He can afford a joke and laugh or two; he's safe now.

#warhunts #「 𝙴𝙽𝙳 𝚃𝚁𝙰𝙽𝚂𝙼𝙸𝚂𝚂𝙸𝙾𝙽 」 ⸻ answered. #soap can u be so fckin fr rn

[soapfcrce]

" well, at least we know the smoke alarms work, right? " from roach || @warhunts

It wasn’t until he had met Gary all that time ago that he realized that it was indeed quite possible for sign language to come off sarcastic as all hell. 

Which was how he ended up here now, maybe giving that smug face quite the look to accompany the annoyed pout already forming. It wasn’t his fault; the chicken clearly had no business burning when he just walked away for like two minutes.  

Or maybe it was five. Soap wasn’t exactly keeping track while on the phone. 

“Don’t--don’t feckin’ start with me right now.” A bit of a grumble, already getting a trash bag to put his poor chicken charcoal in. “Steamin’ hells, swear the thing’s broken.” 

#warhunts #intel report «¤» ( in character #task force time «¤» ( main verse #debriefing due now «¤» ( asks #>:(

[mvnces]

" can you hear my voice ? " price for decker

The intense ringing of his ears was enough to make him wince. Everything around him muted and muffled for a good couple of moments that it took for the ringing to lessen. It definitely was not gone but Decker could at least process the words being thrown at him now. Give him a couple more minutes and he would genuinely be able to say yes — Only for the fact that all his attention was shifting to the task at hand and Price crouched down next to him.

"Yeah... Yeah. I'm all good." That was debatable but he was still shoving himself up and onto his feet. (And if he immediately felt unsteady on his feet? That was something that he could just brush off). They could deal with any hearing damage or injuries later.

#warhunts #( * / answered ; t. decker. ) #for some reason i think it's safe to blame soap #for whatever the fuck happened to fuck up decker's hearing

[hvndredbattles]

let’s get our story straight . / soap for yves (@warhunts)

"I don't think there's any universe where no one thinks we had anything to do with this." In particular, Yves is thinking of two LTs who aren't likely to be amused by the latest maybe-caused-by-sergeants kerfuffle.

Honestly, a broken kettle wouldn't be a big deal anywhere else. The trouble is, they're so far from another one it's not even funny. And sure, they can boil water in other ways. But Yves thinks the principle of the thing is more important in this particular instance.

"Maybe we just weren't here, yeah? Outpost ghost."

#ic. #yves.* #yves. ic #warhunts #warhunts. soap

[designedparadigm]

❛  how fast do you think i can make you come?  ❜ / @warhunts

   an  eye  roll  is  what  soap  gives  ghost  at  first,  before  affixing  him  with  a  blunt  stare,  a  single  brow  raising.  "dinnae."  he  says  it  loftily  -  as  if  he's  not  laid  out naked  before  the  man  he  wants  more  than  anything  else  in  the  world.  as  if  it  won't  take  record  timing  -  with  the  way  he  already feels. 

   "guess  yer  jus'  gonna  have  tae  try  it,  huh?"  a  smirk  curls  upon  his  lips,  a  smug  aura  overtaking  him.  he's  so  confident  now  -  but  it's  when  a  return  smirk  graces  ghost's  visible  lips  that  soap  freezes.  realizes  the  mistake  in  that  moment. 

   "hey  -  wait  -" 

   before  he  can  continue,  he  watches  as  ghost's  head  disappears  between  his  legs,  large  hands  holding  his  thighs  apart,  soap  leaning  himself  back  into  the  bed,  curling  his  fingers  into  the  sheets. shite. 

   the  first  thing  he  feels  is  warm  breath  tickling  him  -  and  he  jerks  back,  only  to  find  he  doesn't  move  very  far.  he's  very  much held  in  place  -  and  it  takes  his  breath  from  him.  he squirms  in  that  moment;  being  rewarded  by  a rich  chuckle. god  -  that  voice  alone  could  probably  talk  him  into  coming. 

   but  of  course;  that's  not  what  he's  being  faced  with.  something  he's  all  but shown  when  a  warm  tongue  swipes  across  his  clit,  sending  a  jolt  through  him  -  something  that  causes  his  mouth  to  open  and  a  loud  moan  to  come  passed  his  lips,  his  body  shuddering  against  his  will. 

   "yer  a  right  fockin  bastard,  ye  ken?"  soap  hisses  between  clenched  teeth  -  only  to  be  rewarded  with  ghost's  mouth  entirely  over  his  clit.  it's  quick,  the  way  there's  suddenly sucking  and  that tongue  attacking  at  him. 

   "shite  -  fockin  -  shite  -"  swears  pass  between  sharp  gasps,  soap  writing,  but  staying good  enough  to  keep  his  hands off  ghost.  he  can  do  that  much  -  he  has  that  control. 

   what  he  doesn't  have  control  over  is  the  way  it  all  builds  up fast.  he's  never  been  this incessant  or needy  with  himself.  he's  never  had someone  else  be  like  that  with  him.  he  regrets challenging  the  lieutenant  immediately.  it's  mere minutes  before  his  cries  reach  their  fever  pitch  and  he  reaches  what  he  can  only  call  an  earth  shattering  climax. 

   heat  rushes  through  him,  and  his  entire  body  jolts  and  writhes.  he's  not  aware  he's yelling  -  and  only vaguely  aware  of  the rush  of  fluids  that  escape  him.  he knew  he's  a  squirter  -  but  never  to that  degree.  he's  never  been  pushed  to  the  edge  that violently.  he  could  never  bring  himself  to  the  edge  and  over  it  like  ghost  just  did. 

   he's glad  for  the  respite  after,  when  ghost  pulls  off  of  him.  a  forearm  comes  to  rest  over  his  eyes,  soap  letting  heavy  pants  pass  him. god  damnit.  he  scolds  himself.  couldn't  hold  out  -  not  when  it's ghost. 

   "ah  ken  how  yer  lookin'  at  me  an'  ahm  tellin'  ye  tae  stop  now."  he  grumbles  it,  breathless.  "an'  if  yer  gonna  ask  me  whit  ah  learned  -  ahmn  gonna  tell  ye  shite  all.  dinnae  care."  his  lips  curve  upward  into  a  smirk.  "ain't  gonna  admit  tae  shite.  yer  gonna  have  tae  drag  it  oot."  with  that  he  raises  his  forearm  to  look  at  ghost,  a  defiant  teasing  look  glinting  in  mischevious  blues. 

  make  me  regret  sayin'  that,  lt.  yer  capable  of  it.  i  want  that  part  of  ye.

#warhunts #answered #in / johnny soap mactavish #nsft // #how fast? record fucking timing. only because it's ghost. #cant tell me emotions don't play into it to a degree

[gxldensxldiers]

💚Are they prone to jealousy? (Arthur)

🤐Would they ever confess their feelings first? (Io)

💔Do they have a certain type of person they will not enter into a relationship with? (Roze)

From here | Accepting!

💚 Are they prone to jealousy? (Arthur)

Kinda, yeah. His ego does serve as a sort of buffer some of the time, but it isn't foolproof. If he feels like he's being cast aside, ignored or otherwise 'neglected', jealousy will quickly follow. He'll be clingier towards his partner, showing more PDA to 'get the message across' so to speak. Probably gets quieter, stays amicable if his partner happens to be around but just barely. It's subtle, but incredibly obvious if you know him. If you're at all familiar with Giant Schnauzers, just imagine one all pouty over not getting attention for more than five seconds and you've got a jealous Arthur smh

🤐 Would they ever confess their feelings first? (Io)

Absolutely not. Setting aside her tendency to suppress her own emotions to keep them from getting in the way of her work, she just... doesn't see the point necessarily. She recognizes the inherent risk of opening up like that and wouldn't think it was worth sabotaging a developed connection. Not to mention the fact she places significantly more value on actions rather than words- a verbal confession is more of a formality to her. If you care to pay attention, her own feelings and truth will show in her actions and behavior long before anything's verbalized.

💔 Do they have a certain type of person they will not enter into a relationship with? (Roze)

I'm inclined to say no for the most part. If she 'clicks' with someone, for any reason, it isn't hard for her to grow attached in the slightest. She's generally a very open person, especially when it comes to inter-personal connections, it's actually her own issues surrounding commitment that get in the way a majority of the time.

But if we're being completely honest here, while Roze doesn't have any reservations about dating any particular type of person that she knows about; any sort of long-term relationship with a vegan would never be able to happen. She understands health concerns + potential developed sensitivities surrounding meat, but avoiding all animal products is a different (incomprehensible) beast to her.

#asks: access granted #ARTHUR: coffee and pistols for two #IO: mind over matter #ROZE: hungry dogs are never loyal #warhunts #headcanons: file updated #funnily enough this ask has been another little nudge towards making aro-spectrum Roze official in my own little canon #but we'll keep that info in the tags :)

[hxllblazer]

@warhunts two johns walk into some trouble || sc!

“What’s a sad looking piece o’ shite like you doin’ in a sad lookin’ shite of a hole like this?”

Bit of a rude greeting, but John didn’t care. It’s been a hell of a week, not like that was unusual but this time? Seemed to be a bit worse than it usually was. Might as well share in the misery with the other questionably downtrodden and equally questionably smelly bar flies and add one more to the pile.

He flagged for another beer bottle, sliding it on down after paying. “My pull. Consider it an olive branch for us folk gettin’ quite the cob on ‘ere.”

#prattling along «✦» ( in character #disaster con «✦» ( main #price probably: /disgusted noise/ #warhunts

[warborn-tragedy]

It's the way Alkka is susceptible to a very black and white line of thinking as a result of her upbringing, even as she's working to try and get past that. How, in her mind, strangers are enemies and compatriots are temporary allies to guard against; but trusted allies deserve nothing less than full, unquestioning devotion and loyalty. How she's only recently begun to detangle 'fear' from 'respect' and how the first manifestation of that concept may have been at Las Almas.

Graves wasn't an ally yet, just a new hand holding the leash in her eyes, even if she was the one to hand over control to begin with. Throughout Shadow Company's presence in Las Almas, she was forming her own private, independent opinion of the company and Graves' command while simultaneously not allowing herself to consider the moral implications of what was going on. It wasn't in her 'programming' so to speak. It's not something she allows herself, not even now.

But back to the 'separating fear from respect' thing. Because in a sense it's Ghost to 'blame' for this.

Alkka was never scared of him, or more accurately the rumors she heard of him while on the ground in Las Almas. But when he shot first, took that opportunity that her new 'commander' gave him? That was the first small 'push' for Alkka to realize that fear wasn't a prerequisite for respect, even to the smallest degree.

She still thinks the skull mask is stupid as fuck though. As if she isn't running around with what amounts to a heavily modified 'muzzle' as a face covering.

#study › alkka “wolf” salo ⊹ violence as a mother tongue #alkka's early views of Shadow Company and 141 are so special to me #I mean tbh that entire 'phase' of her life is tbh; as recent as it truly is #and yes this line of thought was partially prompted/inspired by warhunts #bc of course I'm dash scrolling instead of doing drafts or yk. #sleeping before midnight

[wardogsong]

If you could have any other vigilante in bed, who would it be?

demon time w/ frank || accepting

"What are they— what are they callin' that big beefy one, runs around with all 'em jailbreak lunatics? You don't see him a lot in the footage after, real discreet for a man with thighs that thick."

#. ( ᴀsᴋᴇᴅ & ᴀɴsᴡᴇʀᴇᴅ ) . #warhunting #ayyyy shoutout Cpt Thiccc Flag

[cinemaquiles]

CINCO GRANDES ATORES/ATRIZES QUE ATUARAM EM MAIS DE UM FRACASSO EM 2022!

#movie flops #2022 movies #warhunt #mickey rourke #the commando #measure of revenge #melissa leo #alone together #michael shannon #amsterdam #amsterdam movie #morgan freeman #the minute you wake up dead #margot robbie #christian bale #brad pitt

[soapfcrce]

aether zahmbo! but flavor it simon || @warhunts

It had been chaos in the raid when he had walked out. Nothing specific, nothing epic, the controls had simply malfunctioned and that? Was good (maybe). He wanted to walk, he wanted to leave. And leave he had done with one intent on his mind. 

Simon. 

He needed to apologize to Simon. Apologize—he wasn’t sure for what anymore. Maybe his appearance? It was quite gross, the bits of liquid sticking to his cold skin and damp clothes were just too much. Soap should clean up for a superior officer, right? 

Despite the gunfire and stepping with surprising ease over the guards and the scientists that had been studying him. Despite the screaming at his presence and the confused tilt of his head, he eventually managed to find a sink in the facility and just... scrubbed. 

Or tried to scrub anyways. 

#warhunts #intel report «¤» ( in character #body horror tw #its like a puppy #except the puppy is probably gonna accidentally cause the apocalypse #dark dreams «¤» ( aether abomination