#cod mw2 kin

[lt-simonriley]

i miss soap and the task force so much. or just anyone from my source. putting out the call, i suppose.

[hazyaltcare]

An aesthetic for a John "Soap" MacTavish (Call of Duty: Modern Warfare II (2022)) with themes of being transmasculine, nature, and positivity.

Mod Haze (☀️Sol)

[findthebae]

hi. im roach from call of duty modern warfare 2 (the original one), looking for canon mates who remember me, specifically ghost and soap. im 18+, be an adult as well if you interact. (would be cool if youre into mw3 as well)

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[findinyourkin]

hii ^_^ i am gary "roach" sanderson from call of duty modern warfare 2 (the og!) looking for anyone who wants to talk but specifically the 141, be 18+ if you interact/ill contact~~ thnx :)

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[gremlinmodetweeker]

so… I was thinking about the CatHybrid!König au…

very big boy, very large, very judgmental as he watches you

He's just so large and puffy! I want to hold him and cuddle him and RAAAAAAAAAAAA he looks soooo fluffy!!!

He would let out the most pitiful meow if you hugged him too much. It would be genuinely pathetic.

[clancycatears]

I-L-Y (Horangi x GN!Reader)

horangi masterlist

you lost your hearing at a very young age, and no one has ever given you the time to understand. until you meet hong-jin.

cw: angst (hope the fluff soothes the burn), medical & military inaccuracies, mutual pining (you fall first but horangi falls harder), deaf!reader but horangi is willing to learn for you, all dialogue is asl (words spelt like t-h-i-s is sign by letter rather than the full word), strangers to friends to lovers.

a/n: i am not deaf, but i am learning asl! got the idea to write this because horangi fit it best. and i love my quiet, attentive king (headcanon). <3

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The world was never tranquil.

Ever since you turned eight years old, your ears have started to fail you. The process was slow and agonizing until the only sounds you could hear were the white noise ringing in your cochlea. 

So you grasped at what you could. Reading lips until the hearing fizzled out and the words were only a blur, writing down your thoughts on a piece of paper, and picking up ASL in primary school once your hearing started to falter.

But it never truly worked. No person would candidly give you the time of day to try. To understand you, befriend you, and treat you like someone other than a disabled husk.

You’d made peace with the silence because, to you, it was the only thing that’d listen to you. Though sometimes, even the silence felt like a thick wall between you and the rest of the world.

The first time you met your new team, it felt like standing at the edge of a cliff with nothing but the wind and the clouds to greet you. They spoke too fast. Their jokes felt like a foreign language, their movements were full of sound and life, and you couldn’t catch up.

You tried, of course, signing as much as you could, but it was clumsy and awkward. You could feel their discomfort, the hesitation when they realized you couldn’t hear. They did their best, but it was clear that they didn’t know how to reach you.

You had always been good at reading faces, reading their lips, their expressions, but sometimes, even that failed. You were still learning their habits and quirks, their language, a blend of English and several others that you could never pick up. It was isolating. It left you on the outside of something you couldn’t join, and yet, you knew you didn’t belong on the sidelines. You were strong. You were capable. But words felt like an impossible mountain to climb with them.

And then, there was Hong-jin.

When you first saw him, you were stuck with the rest of the team, trying to participate in one of their usual operations. Hong-jin was the quiet one, the one who always spoke with his eyes, the one whose presence could make one’s skin crawl from how intimidating they were.

You attempted to sign to König (and failed), so you resorted to simple hand gestures, trying your hardest to tell him you were willing to teach him. To have him understand you.

Alas, it was a lack of success. König simply looked at you. Any and all emotion is hidden under the low drape of his mask. His eyes through the peepholes hardened with uncertainty, before they shifted to the corner of the room. 

When Hong-jin walked in, his eyes met yours for the first time, and something shifted. His frame faltered for just a moment, and there was a flicker of something in his expression. Even beneath his sunglasses, you could see it—curiosity, hesitation, maybe even understanding. Unlike the others, he didn’t pull away when you signed something for him. He didn’t try to speak over you or pretend he couldn’t see your struggle. He just watched, taking in your hands, the way they moved.

He waved his hand in a small “hi” gesture, causing your head to tilt with curiosity. "You," he signed, his hands slow and deliberate, fingers trembling just slightly as if testing the waters. "O-K?”

You blinked, surprised by the simple question. He could sign? He could sign? After weeks of operating with KorTac, you’d never seen him wave his hands in the language only you understood. Why now?

You nodded slowly, still unsure how to respond. “Y-E-S,” you signed back, your hands stiff as you waved them. “Deaf."

He nodded, and you swear you could see his lips curl under his mask. He wasn’t deterred by your shaky signing or the way your eyes flickered to the ground in embarrassment. He didn’t make you feel small like the others sometimes did. Instead, he leaned in a little closer, his posture open.

“No K-N-O-W,” he signed, his eyes drooping a fraction behind his sunglasses, “Want L-E-A-R-N. T-E-A-C-H.” When he signed teach, you could see his eyebrows pinch, like the words were a question.

And that was the beginning.

For the first time in a long time, you didn’t feel isolated. He took the time to understand your language, to learn, slowly and carefully. Every day after missions, when the team was off unwinding, Hong-jin would sit beside you, quietly observing your signs, repeating them back to you in his own hands.

He stuttered through the basic phrases at first, but over time, his hands grew more fluid. And as he signed more, your heart began to loosen. He was trying. Really trying.

In the evenings, as the campfire burned low and the team laughed around you, you would catch his eyes—his eyes full of something more than just curiosity. There was a warmth there, something deeper that you couldn’t quite name. He was different from the others. Not just because he was willing to learn, but because he made you feel like you were seen.

But it wasn’t always easy. There were moments when you still felt left behind when the conversation would turn too fast or the team would get too excited. They meant well, but there was only so much you could do with your limited understanding of their gestures. And Hong-jin, despite his efforts, couldn’t always be there to translate, to slow the world down.

One night, after a particularly chaotic mission, you found yourself sitting alone in a corner of the break room, a can of a zero-sugar soft drink in your hand. You had just returned from the mission, your thoughts scattered, your body aching, and the team was gathered by the television, laughing again, talking in a whirlwind of voices you couldn’t follow. You could see them from a distance, their faces illuminated by the screen, but it felt like they were a world away.

Hong-jin was there, of course. His posture was polite, though he was unwinding. Your gaze lingered on him, watching as he spoke to Nikto. His mask shifted with every word. Every word you wish you could listen to. The voice you’d always longed to hear.

What would he sound like? Would his words make your stomach flip as much as his efforts to learn your language did? How would your name sound from his lips? Would it be gentle, scratchy, raspy? Would his speech to you be different? Soft? It had to be the worst curse you’d ever endure. To never be able to hear him.

It shouldn’t matter. You can hear him. Through his sign. The sign that he put so much work into learning. Just for you.

You crossed your ankles and used your free hand to rub your face, knuckles pushing in the tears that threatened to spill from your eyes. It wasn’t fair. It wasn’t fair. Why were you dealt this hand? Why was life so cruel?

You’re snapped out of your thoughts when a warm palm rests on your shoulder. You jolt momentarily before your eyes snap up to see him. Hong-jin is there—how long had he been standing there?—with his brows pinched.

“O-K?” he signs, free hand moving a lot more fluently than it did months before.

Your lips curl, the urge to cry getting closer and closer to divulging. You just shake your head, giving him a silent—always silent—”no”.

He straightens, his head tilting to drag his gaze over the break room. The rest of KorTac was distracted. Never looking at you. Never concerned for you. Never willing to learn for you. 

He rubs your shoulder gently, giving you a small tug. “Come,” he waves his hand, and you relent as you get up to your feet, which feel like cinder blocks are weighing them down.

Hong-jin doesn’t even bother to dismiss himself from the other operators, bringing his hand down from your shoulder to rest his palm on the small of your back. His hand was warm, grounding. You have seconds before the tears break, and he moves like he was on a mission to get you someplace more comfortable to do so.

He leads you out of the break room, blindly leading you down the hallway to the barracks. His gaze remained on you, concern edging every feature you could see from behind his mask. Your hand finds his shirt, fingers curling into the fabric at his side. His hand squeezes your shoulder in acknowledgment.

He brings you to your quarters, footsteps brisk as he guides you through the door and closes it behind you. He turns to you, taking off his sunglasses in a swift motion and tucking them into the collar of his shirt.

Then you can see his eyes. His chocolate-brown irises were almost swallowed by the black void of his pupils. He was worried. His hands find your shoulders, and he leans his upper body down to get to eye-level with you once more.

No words need to be signed. His eyes say everything. It’s the organ you’ve been able to read emotions from the most.

His palm moves from your shoulder to cup your cheek, and you sniffle. You nuzzle against his palm, a choked sob leaving your lips that only he could hear. All you can feel is the shudder of your body with every weep, the warmth of his palm, and the drag of his thumb as he swipes away a tear that strays from your eye.

You cling to his shirt, hands gripping the fabric like it was your lifeline, the only thing keeping you grounded.

Then his arms are around you, wrapping over your back as he slowly pulls you into an embrace. You let him, your face buried into his chest as the tears spilled like an overflowing kitchen sink. His palms grazed up and down your back, smoothing your shirt over and over again as he held you through your sobs.

You don’t know how long you’re crying. The time feels like it just slows.

It isn’t fair. Why did you have to be limited? Blocked from the world of its beautiful noise? The sounds of the wind, the wildlife, the ocean waves, and the clinking of utensils when you sit in the cafeteria?

Worst of all, Hong-jin’s voice.

He pats your back, snapping you back out of your thoughts as he encourages you to look at him. When you tip your head back up, his eyes soften. You’re disheveled, eyes red-rimmed and puffy with tears that couldn’t end.

He loops a hand around you and reaches up to his face. He tugs his mask off his ears, showing you the rest of him.

His features are beautiful, his skin soft as silk despite how much he fights for his life. A scar ran across his bottom lip, chipping it just a fraction. Though it’s healed over, a memory of what had happened to him to earn it. Your eyes rove over the shape of his jaw to the tip of his nose. You feel your chest lighten just a smidge.

His lips curl up into a soft smile, and you blink rapidly, realizing you were momentarily staring. You tilt your head up to find his face.

His eyes flicker with concern, and his smile falters. He tilts his head, further examining your saddened face. His hand dips up from your cheek, thumb tracing the very bottom of your eyelid. Again, you let him. Your heart lurches, longing for him to just tell you words of affirmation, comfort, and reassurance. Fuck, any words. Anything.

But he can’t. Well, he can—But you wouldn't hear them.

You choke up again, and his eyes widen a fraction before softening. He cradles your face with his other hand, and you feel your heart stutter before you spill tears once more.

He still hasn’t spoken a word. His lips haven’t moved an inch, not even a twitch. His focus is solely on you, his eyes unwavering.

Until he’s leaning forward.

He pressed the softest whisper of a kiss right on the pinch of your eyebrows, and your entire face softened. You sniffle, vision slowly clearing as your eyes dry of tears. Your eyes shut briefly, as he presses another peck to the same spot.

You inhale, the action shaken, as your eyes open back up to look at his face. You raise a hand, signing a slow “sorry” against your chest. His head shakes firmly, and one of his palms leaves your cheek to rest on your knuckles.

He lifts his hand, your own longing for his warmth against it once more. “Don’t say sorry,” he signs, hands moving firmly and a tad faster than they usually would.

Your gaze hardens. “I’m a burden,” you reply, fingertips trembling as you sign the words groggily. He’s quick to shake his head once more.

“Never,” he signs, lips curling into a frown. His hands find yours, and they close around your knuckles as he gives them a gentle squeeze. The touch soothes you further, his warmth making your shoulders sag.

Your head dips down, another harsh sniffle burning your nostrils. Then his hand is on your cheek again, guiding your face back up to look at him. His pupils are still dilated, his eyes flicking over every corner of your face. His thumb glides back over your cheek, drying the tear streak that was once there.

Then his hands are moving, and your eyes follow along as he drags out the motion slowly.

“I-L-Y.” I love you.

Your heart stops before it’s beating faster. You feel the sting of his signs before you can even process it—an emotion you hadn’t been prepared for, a deep yearning that wasn’t just loneliness anymore. It was something different. Something softer, but heavier at the same time.

His lips curl up slightly. “No matter your disability,” he adds fluently.

You’re hugging him tightly in seconds, and his form freezes before he returns the embrace. His arms held you tighter, and you feared you’d slip from his grasp if you loosened your grip just a tad.

The words echo in your mind, carrying the weight of acceptance you never knew you craved so deeply. His embrace is grounding, warm, solid, a refuge from the self-doubt that gnawed at your insides. The world around you fades as you clutch him tighter.

He doesn’t let go. His grip is firm, fingers splayed across your back as if he could hold every broken piece of you back together. You can feel his heartbeat—steady, reassuring—against your racing pulse.

When you finally pull back, it’s only enough to look into his eyes. The hint of a smile lingers on his lips, patient and gentle. He signs again, slow and deliberate, fingertips brushing the air as if tracing the very letters onto your skin. "I mean it."

You swallow, the lump in your throat heavy with words you couldn't speak. The trembling in your fingers had stilled, giving you the stability to sign in reply. “I love you too.”

© clancycatears 2025. do not copy, steal, translate, or feed my works to ai.

[find-a-canonmate]

Current Name/Pronouns: Sunshine / She/her

Body Age: 21

Source: Dark nights bring brighter days (CoD MW fanfic)

ID: Fictive

Character(s) you are: Sunshine

Type of relationships you want: Preferably romantic but non-romantic is fine too

Canon lenient or divergent: Canon lenient

How to contact you: DM us or interact with the post

Extra: I'm mainly looking for Konig, Ghost, Soap, Gaz and/or Price from my source

Good luck, Sunshine!

[greenlaut]

it’s my birthday

[freelykin]

m’ Simon “Ghost” Riley from Modern Warefare 2. bof’ versions.

lookin’ fer literally anyone from the CoD series or really anyone from an FPS in general; swatbots and military men interact, basically.

m’ a fictive in a system tha’s an adult, so be one too if ya interact yea? i’m 35 in my headspace.

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[gelertrook]

@loser-xx

THE power couple of specgru 💀🧼

[hazyaltcare]

A Minecraft-themed aesthetic for a Soap (Call of Duty: Modern Warfare 2) kin.

Mod Vintage (💉)

[findthebae]

m’ Simon “Ghost” Riley from Modern Warefare 2. bof’ versions.

lookin’ fer literally anyone from the CoD series or really anyone from an FPS in general; swatbots and military men interact, basically.

m’ a fictive in a system tha’s an adult, so be one too if ya interact yea? i’m 35 in my headspace.

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[karlachismylife]

Well if you are ever able to get regular access to tik tok be warned the cosplay videos are hit or miss. Plenty are great but then sometimes there's that one audio you come across and the cosplayer is doing great but the audio itself makes you cringe HARD

Yeah I kinda figured from what I saw in the compilations. Although I must say I sit there with a very specific facial expression when I come across a phone humping video. Or the muscle showoff. Either I'm gayer than I suspected (don't wanna even think about it) or I just don't like what the majority of people likes...

I do love one that I think I have even saved somewhere... yeah I found it, sent it to my sister cuz she's like Ghost kin number one lmao

But honestly, I don't believe in cringe, I believe in not alligning in ways to enjoy yourself with someone. And cosplayers are fucking cool regardless, even with the silly audios or smth. I might already make little sense cuz I'm getting eepy...

[gremlinmodetweeker]

König and Horangi as a Cat Hybrids

I had this mental image of a new AU but I don't have my tablet to draw on so I'm just gonna vomit out my new AU thoughts.

What about König and Horangi as cat hybrids that reader unknowingly adopts? She just sees these two ragtag cats outside, feels really bad and starts feeding them. Eventually, they start bonding to her so they follow her home. It's kinda hard to tell a cat no when it just sorta walks through the front door (Horangi first and König nervously scooting in afterwards).

It's hard to believe Horangi is a stray. He's a glorious little toyger cat and he's swanning around loving the place up. He is a personality plus cat. He's genuinely the best companion, but also the loudest companion. Will scream at 6am for food. That wakes up König, and König will sit on your face in an attempt to suffocate you for food. They are a horrific duo.

Anyways, Horangi is a great cat but he never leaves either you or König alone. He does not understand the concept of personal space. He's there. Everywhere. You cannot escape loudmouth Horangi. He has opinions and he must share them. Sometimes König will resort to laying on him in an attempt to get him to shut up.

Horangi's also a bit of a jackass. He'll purposefully make messes to laugh at you. He will swat your drinks off the table and steal your keys and hide them in the cat tree. He'll also hide under beds and swat your ankles. He's a devil cat and he's proud of it.

König, on the other hand, is a bit of a ghost cat. You sometimes forget you have two cats. However, when König makes his presence known, it's impossible to ignore. Mostly because he vomits on your carpet and then looks at you sadly. He would clean it up, but that would blow his cover. So instead, he watches as you deal with his problems. He knows what you must do, and for that he is sorry.

König is a ratty black maine coon cat, or maybe a ragdoll. Can't decide yet. Either way, he's a bit uggo but if you just brushed him he'd look fine. His eyes are always crusty and leaking and he'll squirm like a bastard if you try to clean him up. He's a crusty man and he likes it that way.

Most of König's antics revolve around food or being a crusty cat. He is such a food-driven animal that it's insane. He only wants to eat and he will do anything to get to food. He's trampled Horangi numerous times when the dinner bell's been rung. He does everything he can to earn more treats and it's a bit frightening. You're also worried he's gaining weight. You're particularly worried because the way König deals with Horangi's antics is by sitting on him until he stops. He also tries to sit on you to stop you from going places. This is cute until he digs his claws in and hangs on for dear life.

König and Horangi like to stay in their cat forms as often as possible. Quite simply, it's comfortable. Free food, plenty of belly scratches, König gets regular baths so he doesn't smell like a crusty old man, it's a good life for the two of them. Mind you König isn't even that old, he's just crusty.

I just wonder what would be the thing to make reader realize that her two crusty cats are actually crusty men living in her apartment rent-free..

[bah-circus]

May I have a LVL 2 Simon Riley from cod mw2, Pretty please? Full creativity!! :3 I would like if he had a pretty easy typing quirk :P Thank you in advance!

Of course dear audience! We have heard your request and have found a suitable performer for you! We hope this performance suits your needs, but you are free to make any adjustments you wish.

❣︎For Our Next Act, Please Welcome,,,❣︎

Simon Riley!!!

°·⊱ Name: Simon Riley, Ghost, Scavenger, Soot, Charon, Onyx, Blanc, Shadow

°·⊱ Age: 39

°·⊱ Race/Species: Human

°·⊱ Source: Call of Duty

°·⊱ Role: Protector, Physical Caretaker 

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°·⊱ Sex: Female

°·⊱ Gender: Transmasc, Morsic, Deathbodiment, Deathmasc, Lostghostic, Umbraghostic, Corpseraised

°·⊱ Pronouns: Die/Dead; Gut/Guts; Maw/Maws; Rot/Rots; It/Its; He/Him; Saw/Saws; Knife/Knives; Skull/Skulls; Sli/Slice 

°·⊱ Sexuality: Achillean, Aromantic Demisexual

°·⊱ Personality: Reserved and tactical-minded, with a strong protective instinct. Shows unwavering loyalty to those he trusts, though trust is hard-earned. Maintains professional distance but can be surprisingly caring toward system members who need protection.

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°·⊱ Nicknames/Titles: The Bloodstained Weapon, [Prn] With Bloodstained Hands, The Lieutenant, [Prn] Who Snipes, The Bringer of Death, The Battlefield Ghost 

°·⊱ Likes: Military Tactics, Weapon Maintenance, Physical Training, Dark Coffee, Stealth Operations, Protective Roles, British Punk Rock

°·⊱ Dislikes: Betrayal, Showing Face, Unnecessary Conversation, Bright Environments, Social Gatherings, Being Vulnerable, Family Discussions

°·⊱ Emoji Sign-Off: 💀⚰️🔪🥀🩸🕳️

°·⊱ Typing Quirk: Uses all lowercase, tends to forget punctuation, shortens phrases a lot, tends to type w a manchester accent

°·⊱ Kins: Dullahan, Death Concept

°·⊱ Faceclaim:  1 | 2

This wis a delight fur me tae wirk oan, crakin' wey tae poap back aroond tae front tae wirk oan a pack o' mah husband haha - Pest Swarm ; Soap

This was a delight for me to work on, nice way to pop back around to front to work on a pack of my husband haha

[ao3feed-chicagofire]

Guardian Defender Multiverse

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by JAK_Guardian

Multiverse is the set of universe. Each universe have different kind, such as power, hero, villain, pirates, normal, fantasy, galaxy, etc. However, someone/something has bring danger to the multiverse. This enemy has knowledge and possess the power of timeline and universe. He/she brings several universe or teleport people to another world. Can they survive? Or work together? Or defeat enemy? Or not?!

Multiverse Worlds: My Hero Academia/Boku no Hero Academia (MHA/BNHA), One Piece, The Chicaronstar Foundation 19 {Danganronpa 1/2/V3/Dra/Sdra2, Chicago Fire/PD/Med, Station 19, Grey's anatomy, 911, 911: Lone Star, The Dark Pictures Anthology: House of Ashes}, Star wars Clone Wars & Rebels, The Mandalorian, Digimon Adventure 01/02/Tamers/Frontier/Survive, Call Of Duty Modern Warfare 2 (COD MW2), Mortal Kombat 11, Voltron, and Transformers Prime.

Notes: If you guys want to be participating it, like share your idea for another episode, or talent to share your art/pictures/video for this. You may join this! Discord: https://ift.tt/Bjk6HFA

Words: 20605, Chapters: 2/?, Language: English

Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia (Anime & Manga), One Piece (Anime & Manga), Digimon Adventure Zero Two | Digimon Adventure 02, Digimon Adventure, Digimon Tamers, Digimon Frontier, Digimon Survive (Video Game), Chicago Fire, 9-1-1 (TV), 9-1-1: Lone Star (TV 2020), Voltron: Legendary Defender, Mortal Kombat (Video Games), Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media Types, The Mandalorian (TV), Dangan Ronpa Series, Station 19 (TV), Grey's Anatomy, Star Wars: Rebels, Transformers: Prime, The Dark Pictures: House of Ashes (Video Game)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/F, F/M, M/M, Multi

Characters: Firehouse 51 Crew Members (Chicago Fire), Chicago Med Ensemble (Chicago Med), Intelligence Unit Officers (Chicago PD), Firehouse 118 Crew (9-1-1 TV), Firehouse 126 Crew (9-1-1 Lone Star), Station 19 Crew Members (Station 19), Grey's Anatomy Ensemble, Momozuka Takuma, Hinata Minoru, Hanzo Hasashi | Scorpion, Kuai Liang | Sub-Zero, Optimus Prime, Bumblebee (Transformers), Smokescreen (Transformers), Jack Darby, Miko Nakadai, Rafael "Raf" Esquivel, CC-2224 | Cody, Obi-Wan Kenobi, Dangan Ronpa Ensemble, Class 1-A (My Hero Academia), Mugiwara Kaizoku | Strawhat Pirates, The Ghost Crew (Star Wars), Ten Warriors | Ten Legendary Warriors (Digimon), Task Force 141 Ensemble, Voltron Paladins, Atlas Crew (Voltron), The Blade of Marmora, Autobots (Transformers)

Relationships: Monkey D. Luffy/Roronoa Zoro, Optimus Prime/Ratchet, Bumblebee/Smokescreen (Transformers), Carlos Reyes/TK Strand, Sylvie Brett/Matthew Casey, Evan "Buck" Buckley/Eddie Diaz (9-1-1 TV), Travis Montgomery/Eli Stern, Adam/Curtis/Shiro (Voltron), Keith/Lance (Voltron), CC-2224 | Cody/Obi-Wan Kenobi, Padmé Amidala/Anakin Skywalker, CC-2224 | Cody & Obi-Wan Kenobi & CT-5732 | Kin, Ezra Bridger/Sabine Wren, John "Soap" MacTavish/Simon "Ghost" Riley, Rodolfo Parra/Alejandro Vargas, Hanzo Hasashi | Scorpion/Kuai Liang | Sub-Zero, Takuma Momozuka/Minoru Hinata, Izumi Koushirou | Izzy Izumi/Yagami Taichi | Tai Kamiya, Kanbara Takuya/Orimoto Izumi | Zoe Orimoto, Himi Tomoki | Tommy Himi/Kanbara Shinya, Lee Jianliang | Henry Wong/Matsuda Takato | Takato Matsuki

Additional Tags: Can't add more tags..., Multiverse, Guardian - Freeform, There are still more introduction and relationship in chapter 1

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