#call of duty ocs

[revnah1406]

Customised Oc Patches!

Well these are really old drawings but I wanted to share with you guys, something that I've been working with my friends and mutuals.

We all know that our Call of duty OCs have to wear patches on their uniform if they belong to a certain military job or team. But what if they had personalised patches? A symbol that represents them?

Well SAY NO MORE! Here you have a few examples of customised patches for some Ocs that are in the Call of duty fandom!

141 Custmised patches:

OCS:

Hannah "Sparrow" Clayton - @revnah1406

Alyssa "Aly" Martinez - @alypink

Charlotte "Jade" le Jardin - @sleepyconfusedpotato

Annabelle "Gremlin" Pham - @applbottmjeens

Damien Whitlock - @kaitaiga

Samantha "Scarlet" wright @welldonekhushi

Anyway! I'm feeling like bringing this again and making more patches for my mutuals and friends OCs. So stay tuned because maybe some new and flashy patches appear again!

Also thinking of open commission for this personalised patches once I have more free time. Idk, let me know!

That's all!

Love Ya! 🧡🧡✨

[pampanope]

7-11 Lore Bite 3

1 | 2

Efren visits his parents on December 1st every year.

It’s rained each day he’s visited.

[ladysouthpaw1213]

I wanna try to improve my art skills so I’m opening to drawing Mutuals/Followers/People I Follow’s OCs as a Animal Crossing Villager( either as stand alone or a part of a art trade exchange. Your choice)

Just comment below or DM me if you want an animal crossing style of your villager. We can then go over details like villager species, pattern and color(like if you want them as a cardinal villager for example)

Most should take me about a day or two for each and I will sent it to you in your inbox/DM when finished

[baohanhanesel]

Some scribble dump of OCS and COD

[applbottmjeens]

F1 x COD OCs

Ft. @kaitaiga, @sleepyconfusedpotato, @alypink

HELLO BRAINROT COMMUNITY WE R COMBINING TWO FAVES.

MY FRIENDS OCS AND GUYS WHO DRIVE REAAAALLLY FAST

its my first time drawing some of these guys so it doesn't look as polished as id like, but I think that just means I gotta draw alot of F1 haha :3

This took way too long for me to make...but I hope everyone likes it :')

[minicheeseit]

More art of my call of duty oc! (And my new PFP) He's a grown man with a tragic backstory but he's so silly

!!FOLLOW ME ON TIKTOK!!

I don't post my art much on here because I forget but if you want to see more of my art please check my art account:

[dutiful-wildcraft]

Been having some trouble with ye old autistic burnout, so I wrote a fluffy little piece about it.

Ghost x M!OC Darren "Thumper" Martin

Unedited, just straight fluff and comfort, enjoy <3

Ghost finds Darren in their base's kitchen, he's perched in the uncomfortable metal chair that's really too small for any of the 5 men that live there.

He's been sparse all day, slinking around in the background. A shadow, not unlike Ghost himself on some days. It's not uncommon for Darren to slip off on his own. He knows his limits, and Ghost often leans into his room to find him napping, tucked into a bear sized burrito with the fancy little sleep mask Gaz gifted him. It fits him perfect, even has little bluetooth speakers so he can play white noise to block out all the rest. 

Usually he reappears after an hour or so, the buzzing rain cloud of too much noise and fluorescent lighting temporarily shooed from around his head. 

There appeared to be no such reprieve today. Darren was far away from himself, faded into the background from his usual interactions. Ghost knows the signs well, has an easiedr time spotting it in others than himself. He usually gave Darren the opportunity to regulate himself before butting in. 

And Darren had given it a try really. Ghost had watched him fuss incessantly with his shirt, the familiar soft cotton suddenly too tight and itchy on his sensitive skin, cuffs hugging his biceps too much, clinging to his stomach. Hands rubbing over and over along his thighs in an attempt to smooth away stress. He'd changed his shirt at least 3 times if Ghost had noted correctly.

He'd even braved lunch with them, wincing slightly at the whir and inevitably blaring beep of Soaps microwaved macaroni. Pushed around his food for a bit before giving up, throwing it in a container to hopefully attempt later.

He'd avoided the gym all together, and then dinner, shooting a quick text to Price to let him know he was feeling ill. Wanted to rest. Ghost doubted Price bought the lie either, but decided against pressing the issue. 

Ghost had resolved to check on him that evening only to find it empty in the late hours of the night.

And so he finds him here, bundled in a big sweatshirt with the hood pulled over his head, leg bouncing rapidly as he stares at the container of leftovers he'd put away that afternoon. He holds his head in his hands, looking equal parts disgusted and distressed.

“Why you thumpin’ Thumper?”

Darren jumps, big body jolting hard enough to make the chair squeak as whips up to look at him.

“Jesus christ, I didn't even hear ya come in.” He gives him a superficial nervous laugh, hiding his face again. Ghost hates it, when he hides his face. But he can’t say much, he hides too, keeps the mask on, hides earplugs or headphones underneath so the buzz of electricity doesn’t drive him mad. Rotates the same 4 lunches over and over in such a way as to not draw too much attention. He understands. 

He knows the pain, the frustration. Feeling like a silly cartoon thermometer, smoke fuming from his ears when Soap asks him one to many questions, the rising pressure of discomfort that never seems to shatter the glass, just mounting pressure that makes him feel like he’s suffocating in his own skin. And even with all the therapy and little tricks sometimes self soothing can only carry him so far. And while he thinks he understands why Darren suffers now, this was not the time for blunt solutions. This would take some tact, gentle prodding to keep Darren from buckling down and writhing himself deeper into the tangle of troubles that has him staring at stale mashed potatoes at midnight.

“Gonna tell me what's got you worked up?”

Darrens shoulders sag, and the other leg fires up in its bouncing, moving in an opposite rhythm to the other. Darren tries to wait him out, but Ghost is having none of it. Let’s him sit and writhe in the uncomfortable silence until Darren finally spits it out. 

“Lieutenant, it’s fine-”

“We ain’t workin’” Ghost cuts him off sternly, moves to sit down in the chair beside him. 

“I’m hungry.” he throws at the table, tired, antsy. He crosses his arms over his chest, squeezing tightly, another barrier he attempts to put between him and Ghost. 

Ghost’s eyes flick between Darren and the plastic container, prompting him to keep talking. Darren squirms.

“Its..It’s not that serious, I’m just being a toddler about…just,  I know I need to eat, It’s why I’m pissy. Everything just sounds bad, and I’d rather starve than eat any of this shit. But I need to eat.” he snaps, more at himself than Ghost. 

Ghost knows the feeling all too well. 

“Alright, if you could have anything right now, hot or cold?”

“What?”

That get’s his attention, tired gray eyes flicker up to meet his. He squints for a moment, thinking before piping up, slow and careful. 

“Hot”

“Soft or crunchy?”

His next reply comes a little quicker.

“Soft, I think”

“Spicy? Sweet?”

Darren wrinkles his nose, not unlike a bunny, and Ghost can’t help the amused smile tugging at his scarred lips. 

“Think I just want somethin’...kinda gentle?” he peeks up at Ghost, as if to ask permission. His sweet man. He looks a little more clear now, he’s stopped bouncing, hands now shoved in the front pocket of his hoodie as he looks toward him with a hopeful little glimmer. 

“Should be easy then.” Ghost nods, standing easily, mindful of the chair scraping against the tile floor. He takes the leftovers from Darren and pops them back in the fridge as he begins to dig around for other ingredients. 

Darren twists, following him across the room with curious eyes. Ghost digs out all he needs, a pack of noodles, butter, some of the cheap parmesan that Darren insisted they keep. Salt, pepper. 

“Whatcha makin?”

“Those noodles you like, should do well enough, yeah?

Ghost has barely gotten the water on the stovetop before a set of burly arms wrap around him, soft and slow as Darren molds himself to his back, face pressed between his shoulder blades. He’s content to let him stay there, clinging to him like a koala as Ghost takes half-steps back and forth to finish up their dinner. He makes them each a plate before guiding them both back to the table. 

The simple buttery noodles were just the ticket too. The tension from his shoulders easing as he digs in finally, scarfing down the food with an iron focus. The man must have been starving all day, the chips steadily stacking against him with each added stressor. He even goes for seconds, pushing his hood away from his face and returning to his seat with a happy little sway. A bouncy ritual that tells Simon he’s pleased. 

He grins up at Simon once they’ve both cleaned their dishes, sweet and sheepish. 

“There you are. “ Ghost murmurs with a smile, “C’mere love.” he gingerly guides Darren toward his front, tucking the bulky man close against his chest and hugging him tight. “You’ve been hidin’ from me today.” he chastises softly, pressing a soft kiss against his hairline as they sway gently in place. 

“Been real tired.” Darren whispers, letting some of the defeat bleed through. “M’sorry.”

“Let’s get you to bed then.” 

It’s short walk back to Simon’s room, Darren’s warm hand tucked in his as they go. He leaves the tired man perched on the edge of his bed as he prepares the room. Turns out the lights besides the soft glow from the night stand, sets up the small desk fan, digs out the extra pillows and tosses one at Darren’s head playfully. Earning him light giggle as he keeps the prize to himself and flops backwards, shimmying himself up nicely in Ghost’s bed. 

“Negative, take that off, you're going to be roasting us both in that.”

Darren huffs, shucking off the soft hoodie and t-shirt underneath, revealing a soft broad chest and even softer stomach, delicate inky lines run over his breast and shoulder and along his arm, soft flowers that contrast the hard lines on Ghost’s own arm. He folds them both up neatly, before shimmying under the blankets in just his sweatpants, tugging the covers up over his chin, and waiting for Ghost with sleepy sweet eyes. 

Ghost knows damn well the sweatpants will also get kicked off in the night, and he will wake up with a big southern octopus clinging to him in just his briefs. (If he’s lucky those might come off too.) He crawls over him in the bed, pausing briefly to straddle his hips and catch his lips in a soft slow kiss. Darren hums happily, hips wiggling under the blankets as he wraps his arms around his neck. 

“Careful now.” Ghost warns, nipping at his jaw playfully before flopping down beside him with the grace of a lazy cat. With some fussing he manages to get under the covers, tucking himself against the wall and dragging Darren across the bed. Simon tucks him against his chest, curling an arm around his waist and letting his fingers trail idly over the coarse hair of his belly. 

“Thanks for taking care of me Simon.”

Simon only hums, pressing another soft kiss to the back of his neck before squeezing him closer. Finally, with full bellies and the soft whir of the fan, they both fall into a peaceful sleep, curled into the warmth of one another.

[temeyes]

I miss Chariot 🥲

drew Chariot (and her brother a.k.a their emotional translator) just for u, bestie teehee

[mutant-okuri-inu]

Cod ocs as ponies...?!

My brain: I know what you're thinking. Draw your cod ocs as ponies.

Me: Why?

My brain: You gotta. You're in artblock right? So, go kick their butts.

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Look, call me crazy, I had nothing else to do :') No comment. (Cutie marks designs were not my thing, I was lazy...)

reblogs are appreciated!

[8-rae-rae-8]

Did you know it's free to make your OCs into memes

[welldonekhushi]

Black Ops OC's as Vines!

Adler was about to destroy this copy. Thank god I recovered it before he could have taken this masterpiece away.

This is a special vine compilation created for my beloved mutuals, having their Black Ops OC's, (along with mine.. sniff) doing shenanigans with each other when the canon isn't in the mood to give them pain and suffering. Because I hope it stays that way. Hope you enjoy! ♡

Name of the OC's that have been used in this compilation, under the cut!

(In case any of you have been missed out in this compilation, my deepest apologies. But, next time you can be the lucky one!)

Aleksandra "Aleks" Clarke @alypink

Mila @efingart

Jodie "Bell" Hall @imagoddamnonionmason

Charles Moore @deeptrashwitch

Koa "Hunter" Nikau @islandtarochips

Abigail "Abby" Mason @revnah1406

Marlene Monroe @eccentrcks

Annika Nikolayevna Vorovna @walder-138

Helina "Bell" Soldatova @iamcautiouslyoptimistic

Vasili "Bell" Sokolov (which is me)

[insomniacsystem]

Fell off the face of the earth so I return with a slight redesign for Apollo's DND design. (Been burnt out when it comes to our COD ocs for several reasons so we might just be stuck on other content for a while. Or I'll fall off the face of the earth for another few months who knows at this point lol.

(base is still by @mellon-soup)

[ladysouthpaw1213]

I am so curious about how a Yandere! Self aware! Adler x Bell!Reader/OC fic would be like

Like he becomes more self aware that he’s a video game character and starts to become obsessed with the player(who’s Bell)

( I love to hear you guys take on it)

[adriandemz45]

Cringe. /HJ.

Adam Karoo + John Price

OC x Canon

[imjustsocute]

if you wish, could you give the origin stories of some of Lisette’s scars?

I would love to🥰🥰🥰

(Warning: Blood, Violence, Minor abuse)

Here’s some of story of Lisette’s scars (Scars on both flanks and a large scar under the breasts) :

She got them when she 12 years old when she fought with a Soviet soldier he use machete slash her flank and middle of chest. She could dodge but not the blow. Which caused her to getting slashed directly. Yet despite everything, she killed him in the end but it came with a heavy price-grave wounds.

Here’s the little comic I made: