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Happy new year gang 🙏🙏
Sure thing I haven't posted all of those things, but, let's just leave it here :p
Saw this and absolutely cackled
Gaming with Soap would go like this 😭
-Bell and Adler arguing-
Adler:what? Are you going to grow a whole mold farm on ur ass cheeks or something?
Bell:YES!
Adler: ....Bell, please don't grow a mold farm on ur ass cheek
Gremlin bell oc
I love them okay
I never shared my art on here so here have some random stuff I drew
Yes I also like um Russell Alder and bell
(please don’t kill me}
Another one gift for @maxinkress for New Year (ha-ha I really should've been posted it a bit early but I just forget about existence of this gift lmao) It was the first time I was drawing Ghost (I even can't find a good reference with him ah) but it turned out not so bad (is it???well I hope so!) I'm not good in such a themes. really, but I tried to do my best for my dear friend so here we are
And I also love how just lineart looks like so I wanna share it too.
Feeling domestic rn🤭
John Price and Reader whos good at cooking is the best pair that could happen.
John is a big man with a bigger appetite
Sure, military food is there and all that. But that's just it. It's military food. No soul, no love, and most importantly, no taste. It's just something to keep people up and running.
So who could blame him when he devoured your homemade, eggs, and hasbrowns in a minute.
Eating like he never ate (which in some case probably true)
Oh you couldn't finish your plate? He's there
Oh you made too much portion for two people? Invite the boys.
You made food? He's in love.
He would never complain if you suddenly asked him to fetch ingredients, he doesn't care if its in the ass crack of dawn. He will get you your soy sauce, garlic and salt cus whatever you do with those is worth the errand run.
He would be open to try foods outside the typical english dishes. Although I imagine him handling spice on a lower level only. That's not stopping him from tasting food you've made.
Of course, after every end of the day theres dessert.
So get on the table and let him have a feast.
konig doodle in stats class 🕺🔥
@giftober 2024 | Day 13: “Olympics/Sports”
If falling out of the helicopter was an Olympic sport, Kyle would get gold. (Price is a close sliver)
Soap, Ghost, and Gaz are so used to knowing Nik as a pilot that the day they see him beat someone fucking bloody without so much as blinking there's a wave of realisation that washes over them. They all want a turn with the Captain's boyfriend. Each of them wants a chance with Nik in bed.
Then they look at Price, the sheer want in his eyes and the obvious hard on he's making no effort to hide as he stares at Nik.
And suddenly, they're all considering if there's enough room on that bed for three.
Can you tell why this is his fav shirt 🤠
Combining 2 random hyperfixations pt5
Just a magical girl and her adopted uncle(she adopted him)
Ghost watching Amu one shot an entire horde of enemies: 👁️👁️
Amu: ☺️🫶💗💗💗💥💥☠️☠️☠️
Close ups under break
I wanna read a Sylus + Simon x reader smut (I'm ovulating)
Fuck, c.ai for recommending Simon Ghost Riley. Now I have to play that bloody game COD ;(
that's the main thing 🙂↕️🥰
Today in the shower I was thinking about how absolutely insane soap would be in a sleeping beauty scenario
Meeting you at the celebration of your birth, when he’s just a little boy himself. Markedly unimpressed. And yet, when you’re spirited away to live with your fairies— he feels strangely robbed.
He chases a fulfillment that cannot come to pass. A soldier in many battles, many quests under his belt, all in pursuit of purpose. A stray arrow tucks itself into his skull, and the emptiness grows more cavernous and hungry.
Then, to see a gorgeous thing like you dancing with his cloak, reflected crisp and clear in the pond water of the glen… he’s just a man. Maybe something less, actually. But even if he is a beast, doesn’t he deserve to live?
He delights in how you nearly scream when he pulls you against him.
“Ah’m no stranger, bonnie. Ye said yerself, nae? We met before— jus’ in yer dreams, hen.”
He has half a mind (in more ways than one) to pin you to the forest floor against your precious wildflowers and ravage you senseless, but he’s able to restrain himself when you say you want to see him again. Tomorrow, in the same place. He likes this little game of courting— the wait is bitter, but the fruit is sweet, isn’t it?
And he felt it, when he was with you. The pinpricks of a doll maker’s needle gliding between his ribs. Suturing the tear left in his chest. He’s done being rearranged inside. He’s ready to be put back together.
Thus, the lengths to which he goes to find you. The thorns that bruise and tear, the dracofire scorching his shield.
He’s going to kiss the sleeping princess if it’s the last thing he does.
PITCH-HIT A GIFT FOR THE GHOSTSOAP SERVER GIFT EXCHANGE 💪never done '09 soapghost so I hope I did them justice <3
Also haven't done a comic in fuckin forever but shshshshhhh
Cod x Fallout NV! Mixing special interests!
Allow me to go on a tangent for a hot minute.
Exbrotherhood! Ghost: Simon has been part of the brotherhood for as long as he can remember. Having been abandoned as an infant on the steps of the Hidden Valley bunker. They took him in, becoming one of their most outstanding soldier with expertise in both weaponry and survival tactics. Simon would then be tranfered into their patrol team. Where he would collect data and become familiarized with the mojave landscape. Enough to expose himself to dangerous amounts of radiation. Which then turned him into a ghoul. He made his best attempt to keep his ghoulification hidden. However, word got around that they've been noticing a harshness in his voice and reluctant to change, shower, or eat in front of others. The overseer found out, making them take the ultimate decision of executing one of their own. In which he deemed "Putting him out of his misery." Simon completely shattered by his sentence. During his incarceration, he conjured the plan of faking his death on the day of his execution, in hopes of leaving the brotherhood and adopting the new identity he called "Ghost."
Boomer! Soap: John grew up on Nellis' air force base ever since his ancestors had left Vault 34 decades ago. Ever since Soap was introduced to heavy artillery and explosives, which is customary for residents part of the boomers. He discovered his natural talent of all things explosives, firing from long distances and calculating the necessary amount required for certain jobs. Soap volunteered to be part of their guard outpost. Anyone who would even look in the direction of the base would have been blast to kindgom come. They would receive all sorts of unwarranted visitors. A group that managed to catch his eye were the raiders who flaunted their makeshift armor. A part of Soap grew curious of their lifestyle and choice in wardrobe. After dark, he would secretly collect the scraps leftover from the explosions. Not much could have been recovered, but the pieces that did survive, he would wear and keep hidden in his bunker. Soap couldn't let the others know of his fascination. It would have been seen as fratinizing with the enemy.
More Ghostsoap Fallout Shenanigans!!
They are in the process of getting to know either other's characters, Ghost is having a hard time figuring Soap out.
Don't mind me requesting again cuz your writing is good-
Anyway I need some older male reader that is team GHOST from call of duty ghosts and his team is fucking chaotic like they be almost killing them self's and one of them do stabby another like blowing shit up while male reader don't get enough sleep and be a dad on his team but in the end they get the job done
I just want 141 to meet male readers team during a mission and all of them see his team jumping out a window lol
I just need some chaotic shit
Ghost Soldier!Male Reader + Task Force 141
WARNING: INCREDIBLY CRINGE WRITING
While Captain Y/n is on a mission with his team, they are interrupted...
What matters most though is if they are friend or foe...
Honestly, trying to put a whole scenario like this together was fun and challenging at the same time but worth it @gamersansblog !!!
So I hope you enjoy!
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"Midnight, Hawk, do either of you have eyes on the target yet?" Y/n asked as he let his eyes sweep over the contents in the room. Falcon followed behind him, silently with his gun raised, clearing the room himself before rejoining Y/n's side.
"No sir, not yet," Midnight's heavy feminine voice replied through the radio.
"Just a whole bunch of shit in here, Captain, unless..." Hawk drawed out slowly.
Y/n knew that tone and quickly tried to intervene, "Hawk, I swear if do what I think..."
"Calm down, sir. Why don't we just turn this place inside out?"
"Hawk..." Falcon warned from beside Y/n as he watched his Captain let out a long sigh in front of him.
"Just a little demolition, sir. That's all... it's not like anyone knows we're here anyway. With the guards dead, I doubt we'll be interrupted, " Y/n could have swore he aged faster as he listened to Hawk's suggestion.
Honestly, Y/n was too tired for this shit. It felt like he was baby sitting 3 kids and he couldn't help but wonder if other groups dealt with the same thing.
There mission was simple, take out the guards, retrieve the files, and get out. Really simple shit. Y/n could do it in his sleep if he wanted too. But noooo, the Higher Ups just had to say his team needed to be with him for this operation.
Plus, Y/n doubted that Falcon could deal with all of them if Y/n left him alone with Midnight and Hawk. So he was forced to bring his crazy pyromaniac of a man, the little assassin that would kill just about anything even when Y/n told her not to, and his only good child.
God, being a father of a Ghost Team was hard.
But even so, Y/n wouldn't change it for the world. His team was just about the best thing that ever happened to him and his career. They were his second chance, his redemption. His everything...
"Alright, Hawk, set up those explosives and see if you can find anything. Midnight, watch his back. Falcon and I are gonna make our way over there..." Y/n commanded.
"Understood, sir," and in the background, he could hear Hawk's sinister little giggle and shook his head at his soldier's antics.
"You sure this is the best idea, sir?" Falcon looked worried about this and Y/n didn't blame him for it. They both knew Hawk could go too far when it came to blowing up things.
Last time they left him alone, half of a building managed to disappear.
Y/n shook his head at the thought, not wanting to even remember that mission again.
When he caught sight of Midnight, the woman was throwing her knives at some random crate she was using as target practice.
"Midnight, Y/n told you to stop doing that. You're gonna mess up your knives and then cry about needing to get new ones," Falcon stressed.
Midnight stuck her tongue out at the man and Y/n chuckled.
"Come on Captain tell her!" Falcon pleaded.
Y/n ignored it and looked towards Hawk.
"You ready Hawk?"
"Annnnnd FINISHED!" the man exclaimed happily as he put the last finishing touches on the bomb.
"Good... get ready to...the hell is that sound?" Y/n turned to see a drone watching them outside the window.
"Shit... someone else is here... we're leaving NOW!" Y/n yelled as he made his way to the windows with their repel gear.
"WHO THE HELL ARE THEY?!" Midnight bellowed next to him.
"Doesn't matter! Hawk on my signal you blow this place to hell!"
"What about the files?!" Hawk asked.
"The Captain and I got them on our way to you two! Now hurry your ass up and get ready to repel!" Falcon hollered at him, quickly putting his gear on.
Once they were ready, Y/n didn't take the chance of the enemy spotting them from the window. If anything, these guys were definitely professionals and had yet to show themselves but it didn't bother Y/n one bit. He knew his team was just as good.
So, he turned to the other window, pulling out his P226 and aiming it at the window.
"Hawk, you remember that scene from Fast and Furious where they jumped from building to building?" Y/n asked.
"Yeah, but we don't have a supercar, sir!"
"Well we can try!" Y/n began to run towards the window, shooting it multiple times until to burst into glass shards and they all jumped out.
"NOW HAWK!"
Y/n heard that lovely sound of the explosion going off behind him as they landed on the roof.
"Hell yeah!" Hawk whooped from beside him.
"We can celebrate later...we still need to find who else is here."
Y/n turned to Midnight first.
"I got an idea..."
"Sir?" She tilted her head in curiosity.
"You see anyone even hostile take them out. Hawk fill this place with traps, take Falcon with you."
Hawk nodded and tapped Falcon's arm before leading them away from Y/n and Midnight.
"Alright, let's go see who the hell were dealing with..."
Midnight sent Y/n a smirk as Y/n moved to take point and as they set out to find the intruders.
It didn't take long when they both heard a cry that only Hawk could make and quickly ran towards his yells. Y/n told Midnight to hide the in the grass, dropping into the dirt himself and aiming his rifle at the newfound men that had Hawk and Falcon in their custody.
He heard the gruff British man's voice question who Hawk was working with, who their team was, but Hawk wasn't one to talk.
Y/n made sure personally that they would never talk. He put then through the same exact situation he had been in now. Cornered by the enemy but except this time not alone.
"Midnight, stay down unless shots are fired. Got it?"
She nodded at him before popping up out of the grass.
"I wouldn't move it I were you..."
The men all turned back to him, guns drawn on him while he held his Honey Badger tightly to his chest.
"Who the hell are you?" The man in the skull mask questioned.
Y/n gave him a look before turning back to the man with the fisher hat on.
"You plan on fishing for my soldiers..." he drawed off.
"Captain Price." He answered.
"Ah...I've heard of you... You and your little Task Force. What was it...141, right?"
"Ye now who the hell are you?" He watched the man's grip tighten on his own gun.
"Captain Y/n and you're going to give me back Hawk and Falcon now." Y/n demanded.
"How do I-" he was cut off by another voice going through his radio.
"Yeah but-... Are you sure, Laswell?"
Y/n looked up when he heard Kate's last name leave the older Brits lips.
"You familiar with Laswell?" Y/n asked as he watched the men untie Hawk and Falcon.
"Seems so...and it seems she knows you as well..." Price commented as he watched Hawk and Falcon walk back to Y/n's side.
"Sir, are you sure Laswell said they're green?" The dark skin man asked the Captian.
"I doubt Laswell would lie to us Gaz. That goes for you two as well," Price said, turning to the skull masked man and the slightly shorter man standing next to him.
"So that's a infamous Ghost...I thought he be taller," Hawk.
"He lots pretty damn tall to me, considering he's standing near shortstack over there..." Falcon said.
The shorter man sent him a glare, obviously hearing Falcon's comment, but before he could say anything, Ghost pulled him back.
"He's not worth it, Soap."
Y/n heard a Scottish accent come from the man as he watched the two talk.
"Oh, sir... You should probably tell-" Falcon was too late to warn him when Midnight sprang up from behind Ghost and Soap.
Y/n sent her the scariest death glare in history before the woman's knife even made it near the two men. Only then did Ghost realize Y/n was glaring but not at him and turned around only to see nothing there. When he turned back, there was now a third soldier standing near him that wasn't there.
"Who she?" He cocked his head towards her.
"Midnight." and he left it there.
Price turned to look at them apologetically before letting out a long sigh.
"Sorry about the mishaps, mates. Seems we got you mixed up with someone else, by the way... you know who blew up that building?"
"We did," Y/n said quickly, watching the man's face change to confusion.
"Why did you-"
"Sorry, but we're kinda on a tight schedule so we'll see yall again sometime soon yeah? Nice meeting you, Captain and your team. Lovely bunch, really! Sir, we have go to go." Falcon said as he pulled Y/n away, the man shaking his own head and chuckling himself, with the other two laughing.
"Kids am I right?" Y/n shouted as he sent a quick nod to the Captain before turning to greet his own team as they made their way towards exfil.
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im on my König brainrot atm. What if a reader half a head smaller then König took him down? Like reader got into a bet with someone to spare with König and to get him to the ground and winning. How would König feel knowing the reader can take him down?
Hello @spookybreadbluebird !!!
I enjoyed this one a lot! It was very, different to write for me, especially the mini-fight scene...
But I do hope you enjoy it!
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König + Slightly Short!Male Reader
Y/n couldn't help but be pissed when he found himself on the sparring mat and König in front of him, looking away shyly but Y/n knew better than to underestimate his opponents.
König might have had the advantage with his size slightly, considering Y/n stood at 6'5, but it didn't matter when it came down to pure skill.
Sometimes he wondered why he ever let Soap convince him into a damn bet that was pointless at all...
It was a slow day in the 141 base when Soap had walked into his office, sweaty and tired as he sat down in some random chair. The man had just came from a training session as he took his time to regain his breathing before looking up to Y/n.
"That König, he sure is something... Feels like he was hitting me with bricks. I doubt anyone else can beat him aside from Ghost..."
Y/n let out a simple hum as he continued to work on his paperwork in front of him. The Sergeant’s face fell slightly before leaning back onto the chair more.
Y/n failed to notice the smirk on the Scottish man's face as he conjured up an idea.
"You know Y/n, I think König can even beat you too... Hell, I don't even think you could put him down if you tried."
Y/n fingers stopped dancing over the keyboard as he pushed himself away from his desk.
He sent a stern glare Soap's way, watching the man flinch in the process.
"You think I can't take down König, Sergeant?" he questioned, voice low and sinister.
"I bet you can't, sir," Soap responded looking him dead in the eyes.
"Just watch and learn," and with that Y/n got up and walked towards his door before making his way towards the sparring mats. Soap followed from behind like a lost puppy, grinning from ear to ear as he was eager to see what would be the outcome.
And now here Y/n was, facing König when he could have been finishing that paperwork that he needed to turn into Price later on.
Well, he was here now and to backing out would make him look weak, and Lieutenant Y/n had no intentions on doing so.
He took a deep breath before relaxing and finding himself into his main fighting stance, staring daggers into the Austrian's eyes.
He didn't say anything as some shouted "Go" from beside him and he was off.
König was quick to react to Y/n's right hook towards his jaw, dodging his head to the left slightly, thinking he was out of harms way.
Big mistake.
Y/n aimed a well-placed knee towards the Austrian's abdomen, knocking the wind out of the man before taking advantage of the small time to grab König's arms and throw the man's full weight over his head on the ground. From there, he put the man in an arm lock and pulled with enough force to not break it, but bask in the painful cries that feel from his lips.
Soon enough, König tapped and as Y/n let go of him.
Y/n looked back at König, watching the man sit there in shock at the loss, eyes wide underneath the sniper hood.
Y/n offered him a hand, watching the Austrian take it and pulled him into a standing position.
"How?" König asked in a small voice.
"You have a lot of openings in your form," Y/n explained, "And you're surprised easily."
König looked at Y/n in awe as he took in the words.
"I have work to do now," Y/n turned on his heel as he made his way back to his office.
Soap sat there gawking, guess he owned the Lieutenant something now.
König P.O.V.
He couldn't believe it.
Y/n made it look so easy.
So effortless.
So simple when he took him down.
He could only watch as the man carried himself back to his office like he didn't just kick someone ass with ease.
He said he was easy fo read... Was he really?
Was he that much of an open book?
After all his years of fighting, he had never been taken down so quickly.
Hell, if this were a real fight, he would have been death.
He could only stare at where the Lieutenant used to be in silence.
Perhaps, if he was lucky, he could learn a think or two from the man.
The next day, he found himself in front of Y/n's office, taking a deep breath before going in.
"Lieutenant Y/n."
"König, you need something?"
"Sir, after yesterday...would you," he hesitated, " would you be willing to train me?"
Y/n let out a low chuckle as he eyed him up and down.
"You sure you want this?"
He froze in place before grounding himself.
"Sir, I need this..."
Y/n sent him a smile.
"Sparring mats tonight, don't be late."
König stared before saluting him.
"Of course, sir."
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Oh yeah also Nikto gets off being someone's pillar, aka if u come to him crying and asking him to hold you. He will, but he's trying so hard not to moan when you murmur thank you's into his skin.
Pulling back a earthy whine when you bury your head into his now sensitive neck, hiding the boner thats very much leaking and making a fucking mess on his shorts. Holding you close to his side ever so silently while he lets you sob it out. Just making sure you latch onto him first before he latches onto you.
Nikto!! His uniform is a little weird because I had a little difficulty making it without getting lost while I was drawing it :((
Nikto with stickers on his mask (人*´∀｀)｡*ﾟ Cute.
(I got the stickers on Pinterest, I hope it doesn't cause any problems - I didn't do it with bad intentions⚰️)
Favorite Character in the whole franchise 🥹💜
Love this Scottish Boy
the first draft of this was soap with his whole ass out but i thought i'd spare you guys and myself also
do you perhaps….. have any laswell thoughts? i enjoy her a lot, i think she’s awesome. hearing “you smoke laswell?” “i do, my wife hates it” made me go like INSANE i was so giddy about it
anyway, how are you buddy?? i hope good, remember to have a little snack and some water today if you can :3 bye!
oh my god. how did i not see this request. LASWELL!! MY ANGEL!!! — ofc this is kate laswell x fem!reader <3
Being Kate’s wife includes;;
Her ranting about what she’s legally allowed to tell you—stories from work.
You are also friends with Price. He asks Kate often, “How is the missus?” since he doesn’t have time to personally ask you how you are.
You always make sure she can take her mind off of work when she comes home.
Kate has you take self defense classes! She’s not particularly worried about you getting hurt, but she likes to make sure.
When she’s home, you often do chores together. Always a joint task!
When it’s late in the evening and you both have had a bit to drink, you’re slowly dancing with each other in the kitchen. This always ends up in her kissing your left hand, specifically right over the ring.
You love making her laugh because you adore her smile lines!!