#cod shadows

[hollow-grave-diggs]

NEW CHOMPER REF OG MY GOD THIS TOOK HOURS HELP

[hellsitegenetics]

can you do I Am All Of Me from Shadow the Hedgehog (2005)

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Closest match: Gadus macrocephalus isolate Gmac_GOA_2020 chromosome 12 Common name: Pacific cod

[reynisxxsimart]

Soap ALONE mission 🧼

[lay-z]

Graves showing you off to his Shadows as their new emotional support omega like holding a kitten by the scruff.

"Gentlemen, listen up!" The alpha Commander barks out. "This one's ours now," he announces, a hint of pride in his voice as he gauges his soldiers' reaction to the pretty omega that he managed to find.

His gloved hand is curled around the back of your neck, giving you a reassuring squeeze every now and then while he urges you to present your throat to his men so they can take a closer look and sniff at their new toy.

[yooo-lets-go]

Opinions on Phillip Graves?

Wtf is a kilometer???

[stealingpotatoes]

saw this cool template from twitter and wanted to have a go!!

(commission info // tip jar!)

[trainee-nuwa]

Phillip Graves & Y/N——His daily life after marriage

[tojisteddy]

Reader! who ends up pregnant after a one night stand with Graves.

You don’t even really have proof that the baby is his but you know it is because he’s the only man you’ve been with after he fucked you silly right against the hood of his pickup truck.

Don’t ask how he pulled that shit with you.

You just know he dropped you off with a wave and you never intended to be— here.

In a military base office you truly didn’t know, four months pregnant, eyes erratic and knee bouncing like a kangaroo on crack from nerves and irritation.

You just wanted to say your peace and then go home. Maybe have a cry because you weren’t alone and pregnant, maybe have that ice cream you’d been thinking about since this morning. You weren’t expecting shit from the man, not a dollar, not a diaper. You weren’t used to being brushed aside your whole life, this was just another situation you’d need to stand tall on your own. A life altering situation but you could do it. You’ve done it before. You’d do it again. You just needed acknowledgement.

And he turned that corner toward where you sat in the waiting room, your guts almost spilled on the floor, right along it’s the baby. He was just as handsome as you remembered, tall, muscular, blue eyes, pretty lashes, he’s twinkling with irritation, talking to three men who followed right as his heals, maybe he could even tell you what to do— focus reader.

You stood, swallowing down every bit of fear, a little pride—

“Graves?” You called out, thankful it didn’t sound like a croak. It was more of a statement than a question. Not asking for attention, demanding it.

His eyes flickered over to you, a little shock fills his eyes, he gives some hand signal to his men, waving them away, “Give us a second boys.”

A smirk grows on his lips as he comes closer to you, more than amused that you, a one night stand, has somehow gotten a hold of him like this. His fault for knowing the people of that small town you were from. But it’s not like you were forgettable, you were headstrong, much smarter than the ditzy girls than hung around that bar, even more memorable when you let him stick his dick in your gushy walls. Still, you’re as gorgeous as ever in his eyes, even with that uncertain look on your face and the oversized sweatshirt and sweatpants you wore. He’d prefer you in something tighter, a sun dress that hugged your pretty tits— “Well it isn’t the pretty doll from that bar, where did we last meet? In the bar? Nooo, the Honda—“

“—I’m pregnant.” You interjected, tired of the games, you pulled out the sonogram in your baggy pocket. “You’re the father.”

Phillip Graves doesn’t flinch. Not to anything.

Not when he got the news his mom was in the hospital. Not when he found out his men had died delivering that weapon of mass destruction, and not when he heard from your sweet lips that you would be having his first child.

He’s unwavering like a mountain, just walked towards you, taking the photos in hand, smirk growing wider as he eyes the little thing. A cute bean.

He chuckles. Fucking chuckles.

You almost leap out of your body, and skin him alive but he pulls you close by the waist with one hand. The other hand lifts your chin to look at him, slowly trailing down from your collar bones, past your plump breasts, to lay a hand on your slowly growing belly. He hums in delight.

“Graves—“

“—Got lucky with you huh? Blessed t’ have you havin my baby. Makin me a real man, huh dolly?”

And you’re even more confused. Eyebrows furrowing, taken aback, “Blessed to have-?”

Phillip folds the sonogram and sticks it in his wallet, “I’m just as shocked as you, I always wrap it up tight. Always. But shit like this happens when you least expect it, don’t they? ‘Nd ‘m sure you came ‘nd worried that pretty little head ‘f yers of the worst. But I’m no bastard darlin, was raised right. Little thangs our kid, so of course I’ll be there for ‘em.”

“Gonna be… partners from now on [+], best if get along, right? For the baby ‘nd such.” He sticks out his hand, all polite.

You hesitate at first, but take it. It’s an agreement, just so you both can be in the babies life and be proper parents.

Sort’ve.

The southern man’s already envisioning you walking down the aisle in a pretty white dress, right after your baby girl or baby boy walks with the ring or the flower basket. You’d unknowingly agreeded to not just being cordial parents to your unborn child but being his woman, lover, friend— all wrapped into one and tied with a bow.

There’s no way a man like that would let a woman like you slip from his fingers again. He was stupid before, he’s sober now. He definitely wrap around you to get what he wants.

Always read the fine print when you’re dealing with a fox sweetheart.

a/n: genuinely don’t think Phillip got you pregnant on purpose (not this time) but he’s thankful for someone as pretty and knowledgeable as you.

[corporalellie]

The daily life of Shadow Company 🦊♠️

..➰🖤

[pampanope]

In light of recent content

DADLER OFFICIAL REVEAL THO

I HAD TO 💕

Yesssss Graves is a dad tooo

Oh and 7s has a pet crow named Twain lmaoo

On another note:

I need all yalls help! I’d like to get into VGen, where artists can be commissioned free of ai and art theft. But I’m gonna need a vgencode.

Username: Pampanope

https://vgen.co/Pampanope

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[lostintransist]

The cold metal touched you forehead.

"They aren't coming," the words are flavored with an accent and the pleasure of your pain.

The team didn't want you, not like they wanted Maria.

Maria, who served savagely and drank wildly. Maria, who could be called stoic and was everything expected of a member of Task Force 141. Maria, who they wanted, who they would save when presented the choice. Maria... Maria... Maria who was your friend and you hoped to the gods beyond the stars they reached in time.

You were nothing like Maria, bright and full of laughter. You fought with the devil at your back but one mistake (and not meeting the visual standard of a special forces soldier) had damned you to a lonesome death.

"I know," the wretched whisper, acknowledged everything that could no longer be ignored.

When the bang of a gun rang out, you flinched—it wasn't your body that fell.

I made it worse...

[hollow-grave-diggs]

ANGST IS CANCELLED EVERYONE. WE'RE GOING TO SEE ARCTIC SEALS!!

Delta is @mr-1-2-3-4 's!!

(Also i have no idea why the quality dropped one million percent D:)

[the-smut-mongerer]

Since Designationless! Reader is incapable of having a scent, they aren't capable of even having body odor. And then having no body odor also entails in not being able to sweat which would mean they have something called Anhidrosis, the inability to sweat. This can cause health issues involving overheating and dehydration.

I can just imagine their packmates absolutely doting on them and making sure they drink enough water and are cool enough, especially throughout missions.

[criminalamnesia]

drabble that takes place a few years after the end of traitor — ALL PARTS CAN BE FOUND HERE

you startle awake to the feeling of an arm tossed over your body.

your heart is racing, breathing coming in quick puffs. another nightmare, no doubt, but you can’t even seem to remember it.

your body begins to act— entering fight-or-flight mode, when you remember. it’s not him.

you turn your head as much as you can, eyeing the man laying flush against your back in your peripheral vision.

sandy blonde hair and the scruff of a beard (he’d been growing out since he’d gone on leave).

graves. phillip— the man who had offered you asylum. offered you family.

offered you his bed. (eventually).

your body relaxes. you sink back into the mattress as your breathing slows again. that’s when he moves, his arm circling around you a touch tighter and his breath ghosting the hairs at your nape.

“bad dream?” he asks, his southern drawl thicker in his near-sleep.

“mhm,” you hum back, your hand finding his where it rests on your midriff. “go back to sleep. ‘m fine.”

“talk abou’ it?” he grumbles in his baritone, and you sigh.

“don’t even remember it.”

he goes quiet. you almost think he’s slipped back into a dream when he speaks again.

“he won’t be hauntin’ you soon, honey. we’ll make sure of it, won’t we?”

your fingers lace with his.

“yes,” you say, eyes closing as you picture your revenge.

“we will.”

[infinity-on-ri]

Okay! Here's Arche's full story because I'm bored and in the middle of doodling a trauma comic <3

Under the cut for length because holy shit I didn't expect to spend an hour writing this and for it to get this long.

Uhhh warning for phillip graves (his own warning), talks of grief, war and depression, and ig adoption if that is something that needs a warning idk

So Arche was born Roxie Sobek Marlowe on March 17th 1985 in western Colorado to parents James and Sunny. He had three younger siblings; Rose, born Februrary 2nd 1988, and the twins Robbie and Richie, born October 3rd 1991. His mother, Sunny, had native american ancestry and his father, James, was irish and scottish. After the twins were born James was never home, always off working or drinking or having an affair, so Sunny was an absent mother, always high or drunk or put partying when she wasn't working, so Arche was a live-in babysitter more than she ever was a child. Arche realized she wasn't a girl or a boy at 13 but didn't really think about it until much later in life when the cubs explained it to them.

Originally, Arche joined the US Airforce after renaming themself legally, but they discharged when the war on terrorism broke out bad and became a mercenary for hire. They worked like this for years until they turned 35 and were hired by Los Vaqueros around two months later, eventually meeting and working alongside the 141 during a run-in. They quickly bonded with Graves and Soap, making fun of each other and teasing everyone, but they took an interest in Graves. They didn't realize their own feelings, however, so Graves fell first, and they fell harder. They'd been dating for a few months, wear8ng eachothers dog tags as a symbol they were taken despite the impracticality of it, when Graves betrayed the 141 and Los Vaqueros without telling Arche, but they still sided with him till the bitter end, whether it was blind love or bad intentions is unknown to even themself.

Arche had been heading to the tank when it exploded, convinced Graves was inside. Despite the burning metal and rubble, despite their injuries, Arche dug until they physically couldn't anymore, hands cut up and bleeding profusely. The entire time, they screamed and begged even once their voice was hoarse, hoping somehow that Geaves would respond, that he would live. And, somehow, three new Shadows watched and decided that, yeah, that's a stable adult that's responsible enough for three kids and adopted themselves.

In the airforce, Arche gad earned themself the callsign of KitKat due to their cat-like mannerisms and favoritism of sweet foods. Originally, it was kitty cat, but someone shortened it, and it stuck. The three shadows hadn't yet earned callsigns and gave eschother their own. They became Milkyway, Mars Bar, and Starburst. Milkyway was the oldest of the recruits, only 25. Her family had immigrated from India to America two generations before her, her grandparents having met in India before moving. She'd served the Shadow Company for just over a year by the time of Graves's death. Mars Bar was 23 and only a part of the company for a few months, only on his first official mission. He's from Alaska, his family having settled long ago. Starburst was the youngest, just 21, and on his first mission when it all happened. He was born in South Mexico and worked hard to join the Shadow Company, only to watch their leader die and their leader's partner mourned.

Arche had always been told they resembled a wild cat, a mountain lion, in their habits and reactions. They climbed, they hissed, they swatted at things if they surprised them, and now they screamed and mourned like one too, pacing and digging and sobbing and screaming and pleading. It took a week of the three recruits sticking around for them to notice, the time having been a blur. They hadn't realized when they'd had food and water placed near them, stopping long enough to rest before continuing to dig. They only stopped when they couldn't anymore, forced to move on by local authorities and military forces. When they left, the recruits followed, not knowing what else to do. The next six months were a blur, but the three never left eventually leading to Arche opening up a little and softening to them slowly, letting them into their tent on bad nights for all of them and treating them as her kids. She leaned into the joke not long after, calling them her cubs and becoming very protective of them, even if they were adults and soldiers. They became migratory, living in the Rocky Mountains in the summer and Mexico in the winter to regulate their temperatures. They eventually just got one big tent and lived in that, all of them not knowing how to settle down, having never learned it. Arche felt like 3 became her lucky number. 3 siblings, 3 cubs, what else? They tried to heal and move on from Graves's death, but never could.

In the early fall, the family drove into Mexico, using military ties as an excuse when anyone asked. Unfortunately, that became all too true. They had walked into a nearby town, Anaisha, aka Milkyway, offering to carry the backpack they carried snacks and drinks in and would carry supplies in on the way back. It was a thirty minute walk, but it was bearable. Unfortunately, the town was deserted, and gunfire could be heard in the distance. The four became cautious, Arche taking the lead with Anaisha covering their back, sandwiching Oliver, Mars Bar, and Antonio, Starburst, between them. The four were extremely stealthy, using their military training and habits they'd learned from Arche to move carefully along the streets. Eventually, they ducked into an abandoned house only to find a figure, and all froze. The figure facing them held a gun, and Arche held a knife.

The figure was Graves, and Arche thought they were hallucinating, which wasn't uncommon but scared them. They turned back but realized the cubs saw him too. Before anyone could interact, a gunshot rang out in the quiet house, and Starburst flinched. It took maybe two seconds for Arche to react, only glancing back to make sure he was okay. They ran at the figure while they reloaded and dove, scrambling for a moment before ending up on top and slitting the figures throat. As they stood, they were panting hard and covered in blood, but sheathed the knife and headed to check in Antonio's wound. Luckily, he'd only been struck in the shoulder. This gave them the perfect distraction while they figured out what to say to Graves, but they hated that they thought like that. They patched up the wound and gave Antonio some extra strength advil, promising a better patch job when they got home, before handing out goldfish and water from the backpack. The cubs all sat at the table as Graves and Arche faced each other with looks that could kill.

Arche crumbled first, throwing themself into Graves's arms and sobbing, only crying harder when they noticed the dog tags he still wore. Arche had never taken hers off, and he was surprised that Graves hadn't either. He was fully convinced he was dreaming until Graves spoke. It was a very simple and quiet "you're okay" but it was enough for both of them to break down. They could hear a "ew" from the cubs but the next hour was a blur. They managed to escape town without any more injuries, patch up Antonio, clean up camp and drive to a motel before time slowed back down.

Hotel nights were a favorite treat among the cubs, a night or weekend every week where they went into a town and got to take a break from the wilderness and nomadic lifestyle. Graves and Arche got their own room, despite the family usually sharing one double bed with a couch, to talk things out while the cubs got their own with the only rule to not get arrested. The talk was long and tiring, with Graves explaining what had really happened and Arche telling him about the cubs and how they'd been in the past year. The two fell asleep at sunrise, glad they'd paid for two nights.

The rest isn't in detail yet, but eventually the Shadows start their own families and settle down, as do Graves and Arche. The two get a house in Georgia so Arche can finally pursue and get their Marine Biology degree, while Graves just continues to remain in the military, coming home often and writing daily. The delay is always funny, because his last field letter often comes in after he's already home. The two have one kid, a daughter, and a dog. Both are scared they'll be awful parents, and the cubs have to practically beg for a sibling because these two idiots are so scared they'll fuck up. Their daughter is named Wren, and she had her parents wrapped around her finger. The dog is a ex military dog named Laika, a malinois that gets pampered and loves her girl. Wren already shows an interest in space, and swears she's going to be an astronaut when she gets older, both Phillip and Arche are glad she doesn't want to be in the military. The cubs still visit and are still family, just not legally. Or not legally until Antonio is adopted at 26, not long after Wren is born. He doesn't live with them, but he wanted it to be official.

They don't have a happy start, but they have a happy ending, and that's what matters.

[rinnypyon]

Vacation