#cod oc asks blog

[ask-seraphinaadams]

Audio Transcript - March 20th, 2025

[ March 20, 2025 - 3:47PM ]

??? : You said you had a file for me, yes? ??? : Yes, sir. ??? : Seraphina Adams? ??? : Yes, sir. ??? : And what's so special about her? ??? : The Snitch. Recently dropped from her position as Sergeant with the Marine Corp Intelligence Agency. Confidential intel says she had the same vision as Commander Graves. Merely thirty-two. ??? : Easy pickings then. ??? : Yes, sir. ??? : Why do they call her The Snitch? ??? : Double agent. Helped bust several large crime rings while undercover. Name must have stuck in the underworld. ??? : And crept its way up here it seems. I want her on some of our priority men. The ones we have less intel on. Let's see if she's the real deal. ??? : Yes, sir.

[ Recording End - 3:51PM ]

Ahhhh Hi! This is @codderanged, mod of @ask-dianakustov and now mod of this as well! This is my Shadow Company OC, Seraphina "Snitch" Adams.

Feel free to send asks! I will take questions and roleplays! Note that as I am a minor, I will do 13+ asks (suggestive jokes, suggestive questions about Snitch's past, etc.) but not anything 18+ or genuinely NSFW.

Mod will sign off OOC with red text and double slashes

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Tags!!

#snitch lore - lore or roleplay happenings!!

#snitch mod speaks - me speaking OOC!

#snitch speaks - Snitch answering questions :]

[ask-private-141]

Barry Sloane is so ungodly sexy.

[sgm-dingoprescott]

Can I lick you? Not physically like... emotionally y'know?

no mate, i don't know

...look, as long as y'don't slobber all over my charm and charisma, give it a burl, i s'pose

i hope this isn't some kinda new innuendo, you cheeky wanker

[ask-sgtcrow]

when laswell’s tryna brief us on a mission but i see this so i can’t pay attention 🤤

[cod-hr-admin]

I came back to my desk from lunch to a muffin and a post-it saying “you know what to do”.

NO I DON’T???

WHICH ONE OF YOU LEFT THIS CRYPTIC SHIT ON MY DESK? AM I GONNA DIE?!?!

[pr-agent-in-ur-phone]

Random/Silly oc questions ♡

🪨 - would they snort cement for 20 bucks?

💡- which type of light bulb would they try to show you they can fit in their mouth while drunk?

🚙 - what would they have on their dashboard?

💭 - headcannon you know isn't true but for some reason picture anyway.

🍍 - what fruit would they be?

🥖 - headcanon about your own oc that you have that can't/isn't canon for practicality reasons.

🤼‍♂️ - something you disagree with your oc on.

🃏 - favorite cliché?

🎭 - Favorite musical character? (Doesn't matter of they like musicals or not, bonus if it's more niche like Ride The Cyclone)

🔍 - Favorite special interest?

🕶 - Weirdest phase they had?

🎤 - Go to Kareoke song?

🩹 - Hello Kitty or Dino band-aids?

🌭 - Is a hotdog a taco or hamburger to them? (If they had to pick)

🤬 - Random pet peeve?

🌐 - Random social norm they find stupid?

♨️ - Pet peeve or bone to pick with canon character's character? (Like how their name isn't accurate, or this behavior doesn't make sense for them etc)

🥇 - Random thing they're good at?

🗣 - Favorite word in a language they don't speak?

🧟‍♂️ - How long would they survive in an apocalypse?

👀 - Secret conspiracy about them?

📱 - What is their wifi name?

🧻 - Do they hang toilet paper under or over?

🐶 - How do they talk to dogs or cats?

😟 - What 3 normal items would they buy together to concern a cashier?

😆 - Favorite random fact?

🚲 - How long did it take for them to lose training wheels while biking?

🚫 - What color would they remove from the world?

😗 - What's the worst thing to them that they could see in a dating profile?

🥣 - Do they eat or drink soup?

🎩 - What would their reaction be to Abraham Lincoln chasing them through the woods with a sparkly pink gun?

🪦 - Coffin or cremation?

🧜‍♀️ - When playing mermaids, what color would their tail be?

🎤 - Favorite dad joke?

🕒 - Would they travel to the past or the future given the opportunity?

🖍 - What color crayon would they eat if they had to?

🏡 - What style of home and decor is their favorite? (Bonus for pics)

🖐🏻 - Would they rather lose their hands or feet for a day?

🇦🇷 - How scared are they of loosing teeth?

😋 - What condiment would they put in their belly button and why?

🚿 - What do they wash first in the Shower?

🤨 - Can they fold a fitted sheet?

🍃 - If they could replace all grass on the planet, what would they swap it with?

📦 - What's the weirdest Gift they've given? Recieved??

🥛 - Could they milk a cow? Have they ever thought about how weird the 1st person to milk a cow must have been?

⛓ - What are they most likely to be arrested for?

🌌 - Least favorite planet?

🌚 - Opinions on Pluto?

⚒️ - What's the most useless/random skill they posses?

😂 - Favorite meme?

🗿 - Most boring sport to watch?

💵 - Weirdest Amazon purchase?

[callsign-kits]

guys.

who the fuck was that gorgeous blonde in the gym on base. huge fucker, absolutely gorgeous but if looks could kill.

hmu.

[colonel-v-palmer]

Closed RP!!

@ask-lieutriley teehee

[three and a half hours of driving in silence. Venus usually drove with music on, the cure.. bauhaus.. siouxie and the banshees.. something to fill the silence.]

[He didn’t bother with the radio this time, he was occupied with his thoughts too much to even consider any music.]

[‘Could be y’r tour guide’ keeps repeating, over and over. Christ, Vega. He’s just being nice. You’re probably being too friendly anyways.]

[Once he arrives at the apartment complex, his car parked on the street outside, he sits for a few minutes, psyching himself up a little.]

[Is he overdressed? Is an all black, lacy top and leather miniskirt outfit an appropriate combo for wandering around Manchester with the Lieutenant? Fuck, he should’ve worn something other than platforms. No, no. You look good, and he’d rather be caught dead, than in some ugly sweats and a tshirt.]

[He shakes off the thoughts, and just steps out his car and into the building, scaling the stairs until he reaches the floor Simons apartment is on. He hesitates, but rings the doorbell and steps back, not expecting a quick answer from Simon.]

[private-boots]

OPEN RP

TW: Blood and torture

Pt.3

It had been a week now. As Boots sat on the cold stone in the corner of her cell, she could think of nothing but regret that she had survived the fall. She even regretted that she had been born.

Her whole body and soul trembled as she curled up in the corner, holding the sides of her head, blood slowly seeping out of between her fingers.

"Stop, stop, stop, stop..." - she muttered endlessly.

The music I Think They Call This Love by Matthew Ifield had been echoing continuously in the large concrete building that had about a hundred cells, ever since they had brought her here. Not too loud, but just loud enough to be heard through plugged ears.

All I dream of is your eyes,

all I long for is your touch,

and darling something tells me that's enough...

The private just stared straight ahead, breathing softly and clutching the place of her missing ears.  Every ten seconds, apart from the music, another prisoner's cry could be heard... her comrades...

The bandits found her in a creek among the rocks after she fell out of the helicopter at the start of the mission a week ago and brought her here with the other survivors after everything was taken from her. Boots had no idea where she was, but she suspected it was one of the hellholes. The people here... were used for a lot of things. Boots became what they called a "warehouse girl". When an IAD got bored, he would go into a warehouse girl's cell and... do whatever he wanted with them. Whether it was to interrogate them or something else.

Of course, the music never stopped. The private wasn't sure if any of her platoon members had already been spitting out information, but she hadn't given up yet.

She pulled her bare feet as close to her as possible, bleeding from her nose and ears, her shirt soaked in blood around her chest...

Then she heard something familiar. The lock clicked and she looked up, eyes vacant, still shaking. There was an IAD who visited her regularly. A man who always had a shemagh wrapped around his head. He closed the cell door behind him and looked at the pieces of skin lying on the floor in front of Boots.

"Aw, that won't help you much that you cut off your own ears,"- he said before stepping closer.

"You know your job."

He was almost touching Boots when the sound of explosions and machine gun fire broke the sound of the music. A glimmer of hope appeared in the private's soul as she saw another IAD fall to the ground from multiple gunshots to the chest outside the bars of her cell.

[maizemassacre]

Should I:

A. Drink another monster

B. Get ready for bed

C. Go to the gym

[sgt-legrant]

finally joining the others too (took me way to long to fill out orz)

[lt-morse]

Morse's phone buzzes with a text.

[Up to anything interesting?]

{Driving. Nice night for it.}

{Need some company? Or just curious about my whereabouts.}

[ask-private-141]

@ask-philgraves

[ask-fireflycod]

( divider made by @/strangergraphics! )

1 on 1 roleplay with @feiyunaskblog

At the time, going to the shops with Feiyun had sounded like a really fun idea. Ryker itched at the idea to finally get off base, now that he’d been properly cleared from taking it easy off his ankle.

The bus ride was… fine. A bit crowded and bumpy at times, but it was forgivable. It was easy to ignore, with Feiyun talking. It was nice, Ryker barely got to hear Feiyun talk this much. It meant he didn’t have to, and he could just let the consistent static in his brain be quiet.

When they finally got to the shops, Ryker felt a very sudden sense of regret about walking into the public. He was a very reserved man who valued his personal space and lonesome time. Being in the public made everything… odd. He didn’t have a good descriptor for it. Ryker could hear Feiyun asking him about something, and only realized she was actually talking to him when she jabbed him in the side.

“Agh- wh, huh?” He flinched, rubbing his side and looking at her. “Sorry, I… wasn’t paying attention.”

[ask-sgtcrow]

yo i’m bored does anyone want to know their latvian nickname?

[callsignswraith]

Noon hit, and the sun was at its’ peak. Shining bright and heavy as he turned into the driveway to Margot’s house. He adjusted the USMC t-shirt he had worn on the way over there, and shoved his phone into his khaki work shorts.

He knocked softly on the door, ruffling a hand through his hair as he waited for Margot to answer. Once she did, he flashed his signature, shiny-teethed grin, the metal on his canines glinting in the sun.

“Hey, sweet. ‘M finally here.” He smiled softly, dusting his shoes on the “Welcome!” mat and stepping inside, his cowboy hat against his chest as a sign of respect for the lady.

“Nice place ya got. Lotta work to be done, but I can tell you ain’t helpless,” he smiled, setting his hat aside as he walked in. “Ya want m’ shoes by the door?”

@ride-sgt-rodeo

It was a lazy and hot afternoon, but it wasn't only the weather that made Margot restless or her palms sweat.

James was supposed to be there any minute and the thougtht alone was enough to have her pacing and fixing things around the house.

Pathetic, honestly, she thought as she laughed to herself, shaking her head.

She sat on her couch and patiently waited for him, trying not to sprint to the door as soon as she heard him knock.

Margot greeted James with a soft smile as he entered her house. "Hi, handsome," she said, her tone light and welcoming. She had always found his accent endearing, and his good manners even more so.

She watched him as he looked around the place, his eyes admiring her work. "Thanks. It's a work in progress but it's home."

Taking a look down at his shoes, she shook her head. "You can leave them on," she answered, leading him into the living room.

"Thanks for coming, hun. I really appreciate it," she said with a charming smile, closing the door behind him. It felt almost surreal to have him in her house, in her space.

"How was the drive?" She asked, crossing her arms over her chest.