#COD OC

[tiredkatzz]

More CoD OC stuff because she's the only thing I've been doodling sorry :3 (will get back to tf141 boys soon)

This big guy is Bruce, @wheresreznov 's oc! They're buddies and I love them so so much <3

More info?

I actually don't have much-

Made her as a self insert to draw her with tf141 for my own comfort, but after chatting with a few cool people with cool cod ocs, now I wanna make her more interesting too...

Still brainstorming background stuff. What I've got on her is that she works with Price while he was still lieutenant, they get parted just cause of the nature of their jobs, meets him again as the captain of tf 141 and work together once again. He gave her the nickname and it stuck.

That's all I'm comfortable sharing rn ^^. If you guys got any questions my asks are open!

Oh, and here's a vague sketch of her tattoos

[gomzdrawfr]

❤️🧡💛Patreon Pride Requests💚💙💜

141 + NikPrice

GhostGaz (ftr RavenJelly)

Laswell and her wife :3

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[shadowsolaris]

The OC not getting his dog back... Meet Daniel Brooks. More information on him under the picture..

Name: Daniel Brooks. Nickname(s): Danny Gender: M (He/Him) Height: 5'10'' Age: Thirty-six (36) Eye Color: Hazel/Blue

Relationship Status: Divorced

Date Of Birth: Mar 30th Place Of Birth: Newcastle, OK, USA Parents: Unknown Sibling(s): Two (2) Children: One (1)

Operational Status: Active Languages Known: English, Spanish, German, Russian. Affiliations: Shadow Company (Former), Kortac (Former), Konni (Current).

Positive Traits: Adaptable, Caring, Confident, Creative, Efficient, Open-minded, Patient, Practical, Supportive. Neural Traits: Honest/Dishonest ( Tends to flip flop depending on situation ), Loyal, Protective, Sarcastic. Negative Traits: Defensive, Impulsive, Inconsistent, Indifferent, Pessimistic, Spiteful, Vague.

Nervous Tells: Running hand through his hair, rubbing the back of his neck, Toying with anything in his hands. Tells for Lying: Thumb tends to tap on other fingers or any surface his hand rests against. This isn’t reliable as he does tend to fidget.

Habits: Plays with hair, Uses filler words a lot ( “Like”, “Uh”, etc.), Adjusts clothes if it’s bothering him, Glancing around the room, Muttering under his breath or talking to himself.

Other Notes, IMPORTANT:

He tells jokes with a straight face at times. Sometimes, he doesn’t. Just assume he’s being serious he will let you know if he’s joking. But even then, assume he was serious.

He’s inconsistent, patterns change often, sometimes drastically. If this happens, keep an eye out. He is surprisingly sneaky and quick for a guy with a metal leg.

Try to get on his good side and stay there. He’s slow to trust and even slower to forgive if you cross him or people he cares about. Don’t be surprised if he appears randomly in hallways, rooms, etc. He does this with every new person he meets. He’s territorial but seems to calm down after a week or two.

Very vague with everything if he doesn’t trust you, unless he needs to be specific, yes it’s annoying, no there’s nothing you can do to get him to stop doing that ( besides getting him to trust you)

He likes animals, and he works with the K-9’s. He has two dogs, Maverick and Freya ( German Shepherds ), both are trained, commands often heard spoken in German.

Do not ask him about his family unless he brings it up first. There’s no faster way to get him to be suspicious of you.

He grew up in the foster system, aged out of it. Biological parents are unknown, He does have two siblings, both names unknown, genders unknown, locations unknown, but he’s hinted to being the middle child.

Additionally he’s said he’s a father. Nothing is known about that. Or who the other parent is, possible adoption.

EXTREMELY UNPREDICTABLE, Do Not let your guard down around him, he is protective, skilled in many different things, and loyal to a fault, any perceived threat can spell disaster. Best, keep your distance until he feels safe around you.

Report by: #$@%!&?

[callmelitlesunshine]

Desperate Measures pt. 2 Pt. 1 here

It seemed that many difficulties were already behind them. They were almost spotted, but Belikov covered them, as he promised. After all, he was an extremely reliable agent, who had helped Adler's team out of various scrapes on Soviet territory more than once.

They had almost reached their goal — the coveted elevator was in front of them. Bell inserted the right key, Adler pressed the button, a little more — and the mission would be completed with success, because they had a clear plan.

A strong hand appeared in the elevator door, and then a man whose face inspired only mistrust and only his gaze was repulsive. Bell shuddered slightly when the man entered the elevator — now everything was under threat, but she couldn't show it.

— Fresh faces. When did you two arrive? — Unfortunately, Bell didn't have an exact answer to this question, because Belikov hadn't instructed Adler and her on this matter. Therefore, she gave out completely random information.

— We arrived last week, comrade. — An awkward silence followed the answer, but it was short-lived, because the man replied:

— Well, yes, of course. — He chuckled. — Who did you say you report to again? — He continued to press with questions, but this time the spies had an answer. Adler turned his head towards Jessica, as if expecting her to answer. She turned her head to the side, as if she wanted to direct the answer directly to the serious man standing in front of them.

— We report to Commander Sobol. — An awkward silence hung in the elevator again for a few seconds. And now the agents were preparing for the worst.

The man pressed the elevator button, the door opened and he hurried out. It seemed that their answers sounded quite convincing.

— Why I have an appoitment with him now! — He said, feigning surprise, and walked out of the elevator, looking at the "newbies". — I'll give him your regards. — Bell nodded approvingly at the man. He finally turned away and walked along the wide corridor, leaving the elevator doors. Jess exhaled. She and Adler looked at each other again, realizing what awaited them further, right behind this door, but several floors below.

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@elyseenmiel

[ask-mosquito]

((butting in to do this with mosquito as well as crow tehehe))

Mission- spell your real name / name you use on tumblr / oc name with songs you like >< ready, set, go!

A - Animal I Have Become - Three Days Grace

V - Voices - Motionless in White

I - I’m So Sick - Flyleaf

M - Militiary Fashion Show - And One

TAGS @sgt-fluffy + anyone else that wants to join!!

MOOT / TAG GAME !

mission— spell your real name / name you use on tumblr with songs you like >< ready, set, go !

m — my love, mine all mine (mitski)

i — i love you, i’m sorry (gracie abrams)

c — coraline (lyn lapid)

k — killshot (magdalena bay)

i — i know you (faye webster)

e — either way (ive)

tagging— @puma-riki @flwrstqr @liwinly @woniefication @lilificationn @stvrriki @okwonyo + anyone else who wants to join !

[morthern]

"Stop fighting, nerd."

Vadim and Velikan sparring usually only goes one way.

[ghostsiriley]

crow, ghost, and soap height hcs

[0-pepites-0]

I have a small military-themed setting that I'm developing a little with my friend. This is my big German teddy bear Dietrich "Harlequin" Eichenwald. Maybe later I'll show you his old sketches to introduce him and you to each other :D

[callsignswraith]

I didn't have the mental capacity to draw a full background, but yay! Have a little Wraith :3

[tiredkatzz]

Everything reminds me of my cod oc

Pls I'm so happy with how it turned out even if the walking cycle is scuffed...

Some studies and more doodles under the cut

Yeah, Ghost got a whole page for himself cause I don't give him enough attention. Pebble and Ghost are a very moody duo for me and I can't draw them happy. Anyway-

They're communicating. Bruce is @wheresreznov 's oc!

And some more stupid shit with Pebble and Rojas, @ tocoburin's oc. These two are just tormenting people together.

[gildui]

Joe Bowler's 'painting study'

[gomzdrawfr]

“I love you, Evangeline….hm hm hm hmm hmmmm hm hmmmmm”

The night was quiet and still, with a cold breeze and a rare moment where the black above them was filled with shinning stars, shimmering and aligning in dreamy patterns.

Raven sat on the roof, legs bent to her chest, head faced up, trailing the stars with her eyes. She was humming the tune that seemed to dance with the stars. John was lying beside her, both hands rested at the back of his head.

“That a real song, or something you made up?”

She didn’t stop humming right away. Only after a few more notes did she let the sound fade like smoke from a snuffed cigarette.

“Ma Belle Evangeline,” she said, “It’s from a cartoon. A firefly sings it.”

John narrowed his eyes at her, lifting a brow. “Bugs singing?”

She gave a small nod. “He’s in love with a star.” She said quietly, reminiscing the plot. “He thinks she’s his Evangeline, the most beautiful thing in the world.“ She looked up the sky, lingering on the two stars. “He sang like she listened, like she loved him too…and then he died…and became a second star next to her, like he had finally reach her.”

There was a pause, where only the wind was whispering, until John broke the silence again.

“Didn’t peg you for a romantic.”

Raven scoffed under her breath. “You mean you think I don’t have a heart, John…”

“No no, not what I said, birdie” he said with a half-smile, looking up the sky, trying to see the stars she was fixated on.

“Just didn’t expect you to be sentimental over cartoon bugs.”

She didn’t replied him right away, still honed in on that one bright star that had reminded her of the scene. And the second one beside it, dim, just barely shimmering. It could have been her imagination, the second star might just be an illusion. But still, she hope her eyes were right.

It was a blessing, was it not? To look up to the abyss, to the specks of light from thousands and hundreds of years ago, so far and beyond reach, yet they were seen, appreciated and admired.

It made her think of the strange way certain things rooted themselves in her heart. Not with how things usually are, not by force or not by pain and loss. No these things are quiet, sneaky bastard, light and stupid. Like starlight filtering through cracks in a wall you didn’t know had openings.

There were many things who stayed in her heart, some she never knew was there until she missed it. Favorite dumplings from the stall tucked in a sketchy alley way, the filling and skin was the best, it was soft and warmed up her heart and belly that no other food could do. That sometimes, a single bite would remind her that life was worth living. Her blades who had stayed longer than most of her relationships, extensions of herself, the metal are imbued with memories and experiences, honed with purpose and grace. They are her comfort in the dead of light, offered as a medium to perform repetitive, mindless acts of polishing, to drown her thoughts into nothingless, to not think with her all too loud of a mind.

And then there was him.

The man beside her, with that gravel voice and the questionable beard. Part of her thought unlike the rest of things that were a sentiment, John might have wrestled his way into her heart, cause he has that tendency. The uncanny ability to squeeze his way into another’s life like a nosy dog, leaving muddy paw prints along the way, nuzzling its snout on your soft spot and unconsciously made your arms open. The same dog who, once given a treat and trust, would stay by your side stubbornly, who would growl and grumbled and bark simply because he had decided, you are the one.

It was strange, she thought. The things that made a home inside you, without asking permission. They slipped through like constellations hidden in plain sight, if you didn’t look, they’re just another ordinary thing in the sky, the nature of things, but they are brilliant once you do.

She wondered if the firefly knew what he was doing when he sang. If he really believed he could reach the star just by loving it.

Bit too much optimism if you asked her, but maybe blind love and hope is the better choice in other circumstances.

She pat the doggy who nosed her neck.

“Guess I am a softie at heart after all, John.”

John chuckled lowly, amused yet fond of her answer, leaning over to press a kiss to her forehead.

Somewhere above them, two stars shine brightly still, as if they were once fireflies.

[lycheeluvaa]

GHOSTS OC PREVIEW : Kheang 'Kano' Inthasone

expanding the COD:GHOSTS universe with my own additions/lore, i've made another faction to accompany our favorite spooky taskforce - known as the People's Army of California (aka PAC) more on that to come while i polish more of the details, but i wanted to share my boy now hehe

A blunt marksmen, Kheang is known around the PAC ranks for his dry humor that peeks through his quiet demeanor. He's an observant man, hiding in the sidelines until prompted. He possesses leadership qualities but is often overlooked by his older brothers, and is left to respect their rank and authority.

There's nothing that gets past Kheang, and he knows more secrets than he lets on - saving them in his back pocket for the most opportune moment. He simply needs to know everything, his curiosity leading him blindly at times.

The younger brother of my OC Tana, they shared different fathers but were the closest out of their siblings. Tana had no idea he was alive after ODIN until a future GHOSTS mission goes awry, and they land in PAC territory.

[ask-spit]

bloody shame, that. now everyones gonna drop the whimsy and start yabberin’ on about fantasy footy like its gospel.

[nuisances-askblog]

“No but you may as well be since I’m 17 and a captain before you.”

hi sargee, whatcha up to (:

-♡

Teaching myself math to help a kid out