#hawks (cod ocs)

[mutant-okuri-inu]

COD OG!MW2 OC: AUSTIN "HAWK" STEWART

General

Name: Austin "Hawk" Stewart

Age: 25 (OG!MW2)

Alias(es): Hawk

Gender: male

Birthday: January 3rd

Nationality: British

Place of birth: Westminster, UK

Languages: English

Occupation/Rank: Sergeant

Affiliation: British army (formely), SAS, Task Force - 141

APPEARANCE

Hair color: light sand - brown

Eye color: amber

Scars: bullet wound on left shoulder.

Piercings: piercing on left ear

Face Claim: Peyton Meyer

Height: 187cm

Weight:  78kg

Build: athletic

Blood type: AB+

FAMILY

Family: Unnamed mother, unnamed father (deceased)

Siblings: unnamed little sister

Personality: ISTJ He is esponsible, yet caring, and loyal. As a sniper, he is motivated to help and protect. He respects the rules.

Despite the harsh environments and brutal missions he’s endured, Hawk remains a force of calm and compassion within any unit. Known for his soft-spoken demeanor, Stewart is the type of soldier who doesn't raise his voice—he doesn’t need to, but only does on the missions. Often described as the conscience of the team, Hawk brings a sense of moral clarity and emotional steadiness that keeps his squad grounded.

FAVOURITES

Color: chestnut

Season: winter

Food: spicy food

Drink: Tea, Martini

Dessert: Sticky toffee pudding

Hobbies: Photography, Archery

ABILITIES

Fighting style: Judo, he doesn’t need a CQC weapon, he can defend himself with bare hands.

Weapons: Whatever available.

Sniping skills: Excellent at aiming, staying patient and calm is his greatest manner.

TRIVIA

Hawk sleeps without a blanket in summer season.

Sometimes a terrible driver, overthinks or spaces out when driving too fast before crashing the vehicle on the missions.

Hawk was never in love with anyone, but wishes to be.

Hawk smokes only when he’s stressed.

His secret talent is drawing. Often draws on his journal what he feels.

BIOGRAPHY

Born in Westminster, Austin’s childhood life was a normal one. When he turned 16, the terrorists attacked the aquarium when he was on vacation with his family. His father was crushed by debris when the grenade exploded.

After the incident, his mother went into depression, started smoking and drinking. At rainy night, Austin had no choice but to leave his home behind, to live on the streets. Becoming a ghost, he learned to steal, survive and encounter dangerous criminals and gangs. His sharp instincts and a keen sense of awareness, he was called by the nickname “Hawk” by street gangs, due to his ability to observe and react swiftly.

One day, while taking a shelter in abandoned building, he came across a recruitment poster for the British army and decided to join. After completing basic training, Stewart rapidly distinguished himself in deployments to the Middle East, where his precision, tactical thinking, and fearlessness in urban combat earned him commendations. His leadership under fire did not go unnoticed.

After several tours and commendations for bravery, Austin was selected for Special Air Service selection. His quiet intensity and laser focus drew the interest of Captain Price, who handpicked him for Task Force 141. Hawk was brought in to supplement the team’s recon and sniper capabilities, often partnering with Ghost and Soap during black-ops raids.

The gruelling process tested not just strength, but willpower—and for a man who’d already lost and abandoned everything, failure simply wasn’t an option.

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[pampanope]

Some rp shenanigans! Red decided to pick 7-11 who was holding Hawks✨

[REDACTED] belongs to @kings-out-of-pocket-hell and Hawks belongs to kansanknight on the server (SHSHSHJS I FORGOT UR TUMBLR IM SORRY😩😩 if u see this lemme kno so I can tag u plz and thanks!)

[bruciemilf]

Finally finished the portrait for my COD oc and my fingers are suffering

[malcomhawks-askblog]

Malcom leans back into the plush couch of the private room of the casino. It had been awhile since he had gotten any news about anyone, watching from the sidelines was entertaining, but getting involved is..exhilitarting.

"just wait and see...." malcom murmurs to himself adjusting his hood further down his head hiding his face behind shadow.

he would wait, and wait to see who would show their faces tonight.

[tw1nkee28]

Hello all

Welcome to the final 7 hours and 4 minutes of the baldening

This all ends at 12 am EDT tonight.

I will have the final say in this.

[mr-1-2-3-4]

Shadow company memes

@tw1nkee28 @pampanope @lemons-pears

[islandtarochips]

Bestieeeeee!!!!

What if one day Alicia and Kanoa are on a mission and when they have the objective captured, the person says something about Tiala? Like, for some reason, the person knows about Tiala's kidnapping and threatens to do it to her again. Can we see Kanoa's reaction 👀?

(Alicia simply turn off comms without a word as soon as the person says that, btw)

Well I'll be damn...*cracked my knuckles* Let's put it in a short one shot shall we?

⚠️TW: Might mention something SEXUAL, THREATS , KIDNAPPING and PHYSICAL VIOLENCE⚠️

Words: 2109

It was a hot afternoon, the two Captains were on a mission with their team. But in different areas. These two had already captured the objectives of the drug trafficking. And they’re trying to make him TALK.

“Alright, we don’t want to get this messy but you need to tell us where the NEXT location of your stash is.” Kanoa demanded as he was standing in front of the man.

This enemy that they have caught had gotten his hands tied on the arms of the metal chair. The three of them are in a small abandoned shack. Hardly anyone came in there so Alicia had suggested that this will be the best place to be a safehouse for them.

The man just glared at the male Captain and scoffed. “You will NEVER get the info out of me you pendejo.”

Alicia glared at this Mexican man as she took a step forward. “WATCH it or I’ll cut your tongue out.”

Kanoa signaled Alicia for her to stop before hearing this man laugh.

“DO it. I would LOVE to see you TRY.” He started to grin at the two captains.

“Noa? Is everything alright?” It was Tiala calling through the comms. Checking up on her brother and Alicia.

The Samoan Captain started to press his comms. “Leai. Na te le o tau mai ia i tatou.” He could hear his younger sister sigh as they both talked about trying to find something to make him spill the intel.

While Kanoa and Tiala were talking in their native language. It suddenly got this enemy’s attention.

“Ah. You must be SAMOAN, no?”

Kanoa looked at the man on the chair. He was silenced at first. Which gives Alicia a very bad feeling when she gazes between him and the man.

“......yes.”

The man slowly grinned as he leaned forward a bit. “And I’m guessing you must be Captain Kanoa Toa. Am I right?”

Now THIS is getting more suspiciously scary.

Alicia took a few steps forward to the man as she grabbed his shirt. “HOW did you know? Did your boss tell you?”

“Woah woah woah. Take it easy, chica. Like I said, I’m not gonna tell you ANYTHING.”

Before Alicia could try to do something to him, Kanoa had stopped her and told her to calm down. Which she groaned and let go of him.

“Noa? What’s going on?” Tiala had called once again after hearing a commotion.

“E leai se mea sis, na o le tagata lea e iloa poʻo ai aʻu.”

“E ā? E FAAPEFEA?”

“I don’t know. But we still need time to find out where these drugs are. How is your end?”

Tiala sighed as it went to show she had bad news. “Not good. Luke and I are on the dead end with another empty building. Blast, Nigel and Alexander had found nothing as well. It’s like they’re moving it somewhere FAR away.”

Kanoa was starting to get puzzled at this. “That’s why we’re TRYING to get him to talk.”

“Ha! Good luck with that, amigo.”

“Shut up you.” Alicia had warned him as she gave him a death glare. Oh how much she wanted to PUNCH this guy.

But this Mexican man just kept on grinning at the two Captains. Doing their hardest to make him talk. “You can try making me talk all you like. But it will NEVER take you anywhere. Who knows, they might even have to kidnap your sister again after all of this.”

Alicia’s eyes went wide after hearing this as she turned her head to see Kanoa was just standing there. Seeing him frozen as he was facing his back from them. 

“Hello? Noa? Are you there? Alicia, what’s going-“

Alicia quickly turned off her coms since she doesn’t want ANYONE to hear this. She was silenced for a few seconds before walking over to Kanoa. “Noa?” She then saw her friend had ripped his earpiece off and threw it on the ground.

Kanoa was just staring at this man. Ignoring Alicia’s existence. “What did you say?”

The man just smirked at the Captain as he continued to talk. “You heard what I said. And you might wanna rethink your decision, amigo.”

“Or WHAT?” Kanoa said as he took a few steps forward.

The enemy had smirked widely with Kanoa stepping forward. “Or else your little hermana will go through that SAME fate. I even heard that she’s very FUN to play with.”

Alicia was starting to feel her blood getting cold after hearing this. Then she witnessed Kanoa grabbing the man’s shirt as tight as he can grip on. Almost lifting the chair with him off the ground. “Noa-”

“What the FUCK did you just say you MOFO?”

“What? You’re deaf already? HA! Okay. Let me say this ONE more time.” This Mexican man started to look into the Captain’s eyes. “Once my boss’ men start looking for your team. And find your pretty sister in that area. I’m sure that she’ll have a GOOD time with us while you and your team are DROP dead-”

Before that man could finish his sentence, Kanoa had already punched the man in the face. While Alicia was just standing there. Of course, she wasn’t surprised at how Kanoa can punch. But seeing him knocked out that man and made him fall down with the chair he’s being tied on. It’s unexpected.

Kanoa tightened his fist as he glared at the man who was laying on the floor. He walked over and knelt down on one knee while grabbing a full fist of the enemy’s hair. Pulling his head backward to see his face with a bloody nose. “HOW do you know about this huh? Was it your BOSS?” He punched his face again causing his lips to bleed. “TELL ME!”

The man groaned as he spat the blood on Kanoa’s face. “V-Vete a la mierda…”

Kanoa had turned him away a bit as he got spat on with blood. He closes his eyes, getting annoyed before looking at him again. He pushed his head down before getting up and started to untie him.

Alicia started to question what Kanoa is doing. “Kanoa, what are you doing?” She watched him untying their objective before seeing him dragging the man away from the chair and took him outside. “Noa?” She quickly followed him outside.

Kanoa had kept dragging this man before dropping him on the ground. Almost 3 feet away from the house. As he continues to walk further down to where the sticks are at.

Alicia followed outside as she stopped to see Kanoa picking something off the ground. “Kanoa, what are you doing?”

He didn’t answer.

Soon both the man and Alicia saw him pick up a long big stick. As he was examining it and walked back to the enemy.

She doesn’t know what he was doing but she did see that the end of the stick has its sharp edges. She started to feel her guts telling her something. Something BAD is going to happen. “Noa…?”

Kanoa didn’t say anything but just kept walking up to the man. He kicked him upward to face him.

The man groaned as he looked to see Kanoa with the stick. “T-Tch…what are you gonna do with that huh? BEAT me with it? Hehehe…”

Kanoa didn’t respond. But instead he lifted the big stick up as he pointed the sharp edge down.

And with that sight in front of the enemy’s eyes he started to feel his vein run cold. “W-Wait…WAIT!”

He started to scream in pain, feeling that sharp pain from the weapon on his leg that the Captain had used.

“GAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!”

Kanoa had pulled it out before piercing it down on his other leg. Causing another painful scream from the enemy.

Alicia was just standing there in shock to see Kanoa like this. Seeing him piercing over and over again. From the enemy’s legs to up to his waist. Kanoa had also pierced his knees without hesitating. Seeing him stabbing the man with brute force and faster pace. As if he was killing an animal.

While Kanoa is stabbing the enemy. His mind started to flash into the image of his sister. Has bruises and scratches on her.

Remembering the cry from her when he tried to hold her. Remembering her crying voice of her telling him to not touch her or even come near her.

Everything that had happened to her…is all because of men like THIS one.

“GAAAAHHHH! STOP! PLEASE!” The man started to beg.

But Kanoa did not listen. He kept stabbing his legs and waist

Alicia had started to feel Kanoa was no longer there and she knew she needed to stop him. “Kanoa…Kanoa stop it. He had enough.”

The Captain didn’t hear her as he was still stabbing the man. Hearing his screams is the only thing he COULD and CAN hear.

She took a step forward and was slowly reaching out to him. “That’s enough Kanoa.” She started to feel like she’s losing him. “Kanoa ENOUGH. KANOA!” Then she started to quickly stop him by grabbing his arm and pulled him away. “KANOA THAT’S ENOUGH!”

Kanoa snapped his neck at her before pushing her off. Alicia had stumbled back and was giving him a shocking expression. Not only because of him pushing her away but seeing his face. His eyes. His body motion.

For a second there, she could see that Kanoa is no longer there. Physically he is but…the soul in his eyes is not. Only the ANGER she could see. Alicia put her hand out to him and tried to talk to him.

“Kanoa…listen to me. We need him ALIVE. We need the INTEL. I know you’re upset that he triggered you but you need to STOP. Right now. He suffered enough.”

Kanoa was just staring at Alicia with his eyes soullessly but he turned back to the man. Seeing him shaking in pain and mostly in fear.

“P-Por favor…” His words started to shake when he spoke and seeing his tears flowing down from his red eyes.

Kanoa was just staring at this man emotionlessly. Before raising the stick up again.

“NO! PLEASE!” The man begged as he closed his eyes embracing another stabbing pain. But…he felt nothing. As soon he opened his eyes and saw Alicia had gotten ahold of the stick.

She tried to get Kanoa’s attention. “Kanoa! LOOK at me!” She saw he was still glaring at the man as she felt a bit hopeless at this. But she’s not giving up. “Noa…please…”

As Kanoa is still holding onto the stick to KILL this man. He slowly turned his gaze at her. Seeing her soft eyes as she stayed calm. Still gripping onto this weapon.

“Kanoa. I PROMISE you that your sister will NOT go through the same fate as the last time. I would never let that happen again. You will not face this alone. So please, put it down.”

When Alicia had said those words, she could see his eyes slowly to light up before he looked at what he was doing. He quickly backed away while dropping the stick.

“K-Kefe…I-I…I’m…”

Alicia then quickly walked up to him and hugged him. “I’m so glad that you’re back, Noa…”

Kanoa was still in shock but once he felt his friend’s touch. He started to remember why he snapped. He was shaken and slowly hugged her back tightly. “L-Licia…I-”

“Sssh. I got you.” She said in a whisper. Then she slowly leaned back and smiled at him. “You just go ahead and wash your face to clear your head. I’ll deal with him.”

Kanoa just slowly nodded and left the area as he went down to the river.

When Alicia saw him out of sight. She turned her attention back to the enemy with a glare.

The man was shaken seeing her glare. “I-I’ll tell you….I’ll tell where they’re taking the drugs…”

“Wise choice, amigo. And also.” Alicia slowly took a few steps before pressing her foot onto the man’s injured leg. Seeing him flinched and groaned. “Make that kind of threat again about my friend’s sister. I would be the one who will END you instead. UNDERSTAND?”

The man quickly nodded before getting carried away by Alicia. Who put him over her shoulder as she walked back to the house. Before she went inside, she looked over her shoulder to see where Kanoa had gone. Still hadn’t gotten over what she had seen.

Never have she seen him THIS upset. I guess she understands about Kanoa and his sister’s bond.

NEVER mess with their family.

I hope this...doesn't scare ya, Witch. I'm starting to have a habit of showing violent in the story. But gotta be honest, that IS the reality of someone showing violence like that. Anyway, I hope you like this one and hopefully you're not too scared of Kanoa...and if you're wondering about the comms. Alicia had called back and apologize to Tiala for worrying her. She told them the intel but NEVER she mention about of what her older brother had done to the poor man.

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See My Scars - Ghost x Hawk Scene

Pairings: Simon "Ghost" Riley x Wren "Hawk" Yarrow (Original Character)

A/N: Short scene from later in Simon + Wren's story. Takes place in Russia after the 141 finds out Graves has been smuggling weapons for Makarov. Graves takes Wren hostage and tortures her, Simon comes to her rescue, and Wren kills Graves. Simon and Wren have a heart-to-heart one night following, and suddenly they're confessing. Then they're kissing. Here's what happens next...

Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Angst with a Happy Ending, Injuries/Scars, Military Themes (Call of Duty), Mentioned Torture (past, by Graves), Implied Abuse (past, by Graves), Mentions of Simon’s Past, Friends to Lovers, Canon-Typical Swearing, Implied NSFW

It was all a blur when he laid her down, large hands surprisingly gentle with her small, bruised frame. She saw him pause… hesitation? She draws her knees up to her chest and waits patiently, her own nerves beginning to get the better of her. 

Shit, this was a mistake, I - 

Her breath stops when she meets his gaze. He peers down at her, eyes dark and intense, a great strength suppressed between his taught shoulders. “Y’sure you want to do this, Wren?”

His voice is deep, gravelly. She’d be lying if it didn’t turn her on, but she knows the weight of what they’re about to do - she knows they can’t go back.

Maybe I don’t want to go back, a voice screams inside of her, threatening to burst out her chest as she nods slowly, replacing all the things she wishes she could say with a single, ‘yes.’

He hums in acknowledgement and crawls toward her, hands gingerly beginning to explore. He rubs at her sides, her shoulders, and commits each freckle and blemish on her face to memory. His finger draws a line up her jaw and comes to rest on her cheek, right underneath the gash Graves had just given her. She flinches at the contact, despite how gentle it is, as his finger ghosts over dried blood and traces the shape of the gash all the way from the bridge of her nose to the corner of her eye.

His gaze is cold, unwavering as he studies it. She feels him tense up ever so slightly, and for a moment she’s worried he’s gotten cold feet, but he growls lowly and shifts his deep brown eyes to meet hers.

“Fucker had it coming. If you hadn’t killed him, I would’ve.”

“Simon,” she sighs, bringing her hand up to rest over his on her cheek, tiny fingers drawing in comparison to his. He grunts and shakes his head. She’s still reeling over the loss of him - of Phillip - and he knows that. But that wouldn’t make him forgive what Graves did to her.

“I would’ve.”

“I know,” she murmurs, leaning her head into his hand. His eyes soften, though they keep their dark, almost hungry hue. Then he kisses the bridge of her nose, right where the scar began, and dips his head to her neck, softly mouthing at the exposed skin.

His lips on hers earlier that night had been one thing, but his lips on her body now… a heat she’d long forgotten about rose slowly in her core, her breathing hastening as his hands tug at the bottom of her shirt. Simon moves slowly, carefully, because he knows how fragile she is right now.

He wasn’t prepared for the mess of bruises that adorn her chest and ribs, deep purple tones splotched over skin that was far too perfect to be hurt.

His breath hitches when he sees them - all of them - staining the skin of his woman. He tenses again, repressing his anger. Wren recoils out of nervousness, tears welling in the corners of her eyes, and Simon panics, quickly extending his hand out to her. He doesn’t know how to handle this, how to treat her… and he’s scared.

“Graves did this to you?” Simon utters, frozen in place, a deep hatred slowly bubbling up and conflicting with his fear of scaring Wren off.

“Not all of it,” she replies, voice low and somber. “But, most, yeah.”

“Did he… touch you?” He tries with every fiber of his being to keep his voice restrained, but Simon had never been too good at dealing with anger. He could repress it, sure, but that was what always drove so many people away - he was cold, aloof, unapproachable. And when his feelings were now so strong, so overwhelming, all his instincts tell him to run away, to isolate and compartmentalize.

But he knows, maybe painfully so, that deep down he doesn’t want that. He wants her. So he stays, and he waits with tense shoulders and a clenched fist.

“No. Wouldn’t let him.” Her voice trails off as she tries desperately to read his gaze, cursing each blemish that greeted Simon so prominently. Simon breathes a noticeable sigh of relief, his shoulders relaxing and his eyes softening. If she looks hard enough, she swears she can see the wetness of tears in the very corners of his eyes, mixing with the remainder of the eyeblack he just couldn’t wash off at this point. She sighs. “I know they’re not pretty. If you don’t-”

“Wren.”

Her eyes snap up to watch him wordlessly undress, his huge hands lingering on the hem of his shirt before slowly pulling it over his head. He stops about halfway through, his hand shaking as he holds the fabric just over his ribs and holds her gaze silently - watching, waiting, debating.

Then he hesitantly pulls the fabric completely up to reveal a long, dark gash across his right rib cage that had never quite healed right. The skin was patched with ridges and divots, dark red marks adorning the mottled skin.

“Hung,” he explains. “Mexican cartel. Corrupted an old captain of mine. I won’t burden you with the details.”

“Si…”

“All these burns,” he nods to each red splotch, so numerous and concentrated that there was hardly any untouched skin there, “Field burns. Or cigarette burns… from my father. This,” he opens up his right hand to reveal a long slit with what looked like scars from stitches, “was from digging out. When I was buried alive with ‘em. Used his jawbone and it fucked up my hand.”

She tries hard to hold back tears - Simon never spoke much about his past. She knew things, of course, but not when he was this vulnerable. But he holds her gaze, and it's intense.

“And everything else? Wren, I have been beaten and shot and stabbed and fucked - if you think I’m going to be bothered by some marks, then I’m a goddamn hypocrite and you’re out of your fucking mind.”

She quirks her lips up into a sad smile, reaching her hand out and beginning to trace each mark on his chest. “Si… ‘M sorry all that happened. I don’t know what to say.”

“Don’t need to say anything, Little Bird,” he grunts, leaning back down and catching her lips once more. “Just have me.”

And she did.

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𝔽𝕒𝕟𝕕𝕠𝕞𝕤:

Call of Duty;

Simon "Ghost" Riley | König | John Price

Twisted Wonderland;

Leona Kingscholar | Malleus Draconia | Idia Shroud | Kalim Al-Asim | Jack Howl | Leech Twins | Azul Ashengrotto | Ruggie Bucchi | Lilia Vanrouge

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Dick Grayson "Robin <or later Nightwing>" | Conner Kent "Superboy" | Wally West "Kid Flash" | Kaldur ' ahm "Aqualad" | Clark Kent "Superman" | Bruce Wayne "Batman" | Barry Allen "Flash" | John Stewart "Green Lantern"

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Shoto Todoroki | Dabi | Keigo Takami "Hawks" | Aizawa Shota "Ereaserhead" | Denki Kaminari | Eijiro Kirishima

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Hanma Shuji | Ken Ryuguji "Draken" | Bonten in general and ofc all of the members | Baji Keisuke | Chifuyu Matsuno | Mitsuya Takashi

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Rose and Champaign ,Pearl boy ,Codename Anastasia ,Jinx ,Painter of the Night ,Low tide in Twilight ,Killing Stalking-... aaaaand the list goes on. I never tried writting for these before but I'd happily take on the opportunity~

I know and write for a few more characters from fandoms like Haikyuu and Bungo stray dogs too and am really open to write for those in case of a request and if I know the character well enough to match the personality properly :3.

What I also enjoy is writting with/about my own Oc' or your Oc's in case you'd let me write a story for your Oc specially.

[the-whispers-of-death]

@jupiter-reimagined this started as an ask about the night before the wedding between Kali and Butcher and then it grew it into a full-fledged writing piece. So enjoy, hopefully.

Ignore any and all typos. I also switched from present tense to past tense when the newbie showed up, so there may be some present tense I missed, lol.

Wordcount: 740 words

Everything leading up to the wedding had gone well, until the night before, the bachelor party. Kali was currently riddled with nerves, pacing back and forth in Stone's house where the bachelor party was taking place and generally bringing down the vibes.

"Is it normal to have cold feet the night before your wedding?" he asked, wringing out his hands. He felt like he might be physically ill, but he knew better. "Guys, I'm serious. Is this normal? Vik, did you feel like this when marrying Sylvester?"

Stone groaned in response and shook his head. "I'm not the best person to ask, Ashok. I was very confident about my decision to marry Sylvester from the moment I popped the question to the day we got married."

Kali turned to Sarabi and Sarabi scoffed at the silent question.

"Ashok, please, I was blackout drunk during my wedding. I never even thought about marrying my now ex-friend before I woke up already married to him," Sarabi said.

"Nathan and I both married our respective partners (at the time) because of surprise pregnancies," Nala reminded Kali when he turns to Nala. "We'll be no help with your question."

Cerberus was no help, he had never been married before. So that was all of the married men in the room, and they were all no help.

Kali groaned, placing his head in his hands. "So what I'm hearing is, it's not normal." He continued to pace back and forth. "Great, it's the night before my wedding and I'm acting not like a normal person, getting cold feet."

The door to the front door swung open, having been picked open because it was originally locked, and out stepped a tall man with long, curly black hair and medium brown skin that was only marred by claw marks on his right cheek. He had a cheeky grin on his face, ignoring the cold glare coming from Stone.

"Ah, you look like a mess, old friend," the man said, walking over to Kali and clapping him on the shoulder. "If I know you as well as I remember, you're probably getting cold feet and thinking that's abnormal. But it is in fact normal, Ashok. It's the start of a new chapter, a life with the man you've barely known for a year, It's normal to get cold feet. The important thing is that you love him and he loves you."

Kali relaxed as that and embraced the man. "Raj, it's good to see you," he murmured, happy to see the man who was the only friend he managed to stay in contact with while growing up.

"Cutting it close though, Hawk," Stone said in an unamused tone, using Raj's callsign instead of his actual name. He crossed his arms. "Almost thought you weren't coming."

"You'd like that, wouldn't you, Stone?" Raj asked, still grinning despite staring head-on with Stone. He walked over and squatted just a bit to be eye-level with the man sitting in his chair. "You never did like the fact that Ashok and I have a bond that will always be longer than yours and his. Afraid I'll take back my rightful place as his best friend?"

Stone growled lowly in his throat, the only thing keeping him from biting Raj was Sarabi placing a firm hand on Stone's shoulder.

Sarabi narrowed his eyes at Raj. "Enough, you two. This is entire week has been about Ashok and Butcher. We're not ruining this by having a pissing contest," he replied, stopping Stone's rebuttal. "Glad you could make it, Raj, I know Ashok loves when you visit him."

Raj straightened back upright and gave Ashok a soft glance. "I wouldn't have missed the wedding for the world, old friend," he murmured. "And now that I've hopefully appeased your nerves, let's get this party started!"

"Yeah, I feel better," Kali answered, being sincere in that statement. "I need a drink!"

Simba and Nala cheered before they got the glasses and bottles of alcohol (with a few non-alcoholic beverages for Stone) with the help of Cerberus. Everyone poured whatever drink they wanted and they all clinked glasses before downing the drinks.

Kali smiled as he watched everyone else.

He did love Butcher, so much. He had been dreaming about this wedding ever since he brought the engagement ring for Butcher, this all felt right. And after tomorrow, he was going to be a married man.

How exciting.

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Yes, Hawk/Raj is the COD OC that has been nagging at me all day.

[mutant-okuri-inu]

I think I found a good faceclaim for Hawk! He's still work in progress... Peyton Meyer!

Honestly, I'm thinking he should be in the OG!COD MW2 timeline. I want to drag him in reboot timeline but idk where 💀 What do you guys think?

[deeptrashwitch]

Alright, I haven't wrote in a time but I have a brainrot about my boys. So...I want to introduce my Team for now, maybe later I'll introduce eachone (including some changes I've made in two of them)

Team Charlie/Specters

Captain Alicia "Origin" Marchant: Marine Raider Regiment, hand-to-hand combat specialist

Lieutenant Luke "Harlem" Michaelis: 75th Ranger Regiment, team's mechanic

Sergeant Jackson "Doc" Blackwell: Navy SEAL (Team 5), team's medic

Sergeant Edward "Eager" Jackson: 101st Airborne Division, pilot

Corporal Noah "Cobalto" García: Navy SEAL (Team 7), demolition expert

Corporal Elijah "Delta" Wilson: 75th Ranger Regiment, recon expert

Private Nicholas "Clover" Fowlett: 101st Airborne Division, tech specialist

Private Marcus "Poison" Lombardi: Marine Raider Regiment, infantry operator

Private Elliot "Pride" Stevens: 75th Ranger Regiment, combat engineer

Private Alexander "Hawk" Christensen: Marine Raider Regiment, main team's sniper

Francis "Viper" Scott: Navy SEAL (Team 2), military cartographer

They are known inside as 75th Regiment Specters, a team created by Cpt. Marchant years after her mission in Angola with some help. She picked them personally, since she knew some of the Drill Sergeants. Heard about every one through them and learnt about their missions, later recruited into the team.

Since the very beggining they were told about the only rule Marchant had, "No one's left behind", after that they molded their own code in combat. They are efficient, quick and deadly, and that's all that their allies care about.

Also they have a coordinator and the only thing the team know about them is their nickname "Wraith". Alicia know her tho, an old friend of hers.

For everyone outside of them, they are just a good team. But reality is that after so many years, they've become a little family. Alicia care deeply for them and treat them as their own. All the boys care for her as much as she does.

There was a time when she got really bad injured during a mission (almost didn't make it), and all of them were basically feral going after the enemies seeking vengance. And the last time someone tried to use one of the boys as hostage...well, it isn't hard to imagine, is it? Marchant is feared because of a reason.

Note: Sorry if i got something wrong about the occupation of each one or about something else, i'm absolutely not a military and english is not my first language, everything came from internet, google traductor and a family member.

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Phrases (they never admit they said it)

Alicia: I'm too sober for this...why did i adopted these ten?

Luke: Back off Alexander, that's is mine! And I don't stink!

Jackson: Can you stop trying to get killed every single mission!? Damnnit!

Edward: Ya me enteré! Que hay otro acariciando tu piel!

Noah: Someone shut Eager up! I'm dying over here!

Elijah: Not in front of my salad, fucking animals

Nicholas: Get the heck outta here, i'm tired enough about your stupidity

Marcus: This bitch bite me! CAPTAIN! WHY ON GOOD GOD'S EARTH YOU RECRUITED A DAMN CANNIBAL?!

Pride: Not my fault lil' shit! You know exactly what happen when you take my things!

Hawk: Ha! I got Luke's hoodie! And God if it doesn't stink!

Viper: C'mon Clover, i don't know if i can take this anymore, i'm at the verge of a breakdown

[mr-1-2-3-4]

7-11 if he was the average mom- @pampanope

Oldest-

-Pixel crawls in weak as hell into 7-11’s office, bloody and bruised-

Pixel-“Mom I just totaled myself and dad’s bike”

7-11-“you pay for the hospital bills or his bike”

Pixel-“Mom please!”

-throws a ice pack at him-

7-11-“I’ll pay for the bike and you can pay for the medical trip”

Middle-

HiJack-“I’m not his child I just simp- you know what never mind, umm sir, I cut my hand opened doing repairs on a vehicle”

7-11-“which hand?”

HiJack-“the human one”

7-11-“let me see”

Youngest-

Hawks-“ma I fell and nothing happened”

7-11-“my poor baby!”

Fiancé-

-[RED] hits his side on the table and hisses slightly-

[RED]-“thank god I didn’t hit a corner”

-7-11 on the other side of the base and main character music starts playing-

7-11-“I've been summoned.”

[islandtarochips]

Alexander: *humming while arriving to the WTF base*

Kanoa: Oh, hey Alexander, what are you doing here?

Alexander: Hi Captain Toa! I came to leave some baked goods I did

Kanoa: Oh, let me-

Agnes: CANDIES!!

Tiala: Blast! No!

Alexander: It's okay, I'm used to it *gives Agnes a whole box of desserts* after the scares she gave me, I got accostumed

Tiala: Oh…are you sure?

Alexander, nodded at her: I’m sure. And also, I find it kinda cute of how excited she looks.☺️

Agnes, eating some candies before looking at everyone: 😁

Kanoa: Huh. Alright then. *smiled a bit*

Kanoa: Ok. Blast, what do we say when someone offered you something?

Tiala: She’s not a KID, Noa.😒

Agnes, looked at her Captain before looking at Alexander: ……*leaned up on her tippy toes before giving a peck on his cheek*

Alexander: 😳

Agnes: Thank you, Alexander!~😊

Alexander: U-Um…y-y-you’re- you’re w-welcome……

Agnes: 🤭

Tiala: ……are you seeing this?

Kanoa, was surprised: Yup…I’m calling Licia.

It’s very nice of Alexander bringing some snacks for the WTF. Even getting use to Agnes’ behavior when it comes to sweets! Thank you for sending this to me, Witch! Alexander is SUCH a sweet guy!😁💖

[g-h-0-s-t-3-d]

Silhouettes & Songbirds // a Modern Warfare Story - Chapter 1

Pairings (Eventual): Simon "Ghost" Riley x Wren "Hawk" Yarrow (Original Character)

Tags: Military Themes (Call of Duty), Canon-Typical Swearing, Implied Abuse (Past, by Graves)

A/N: I am so excited to FINALLY have this OUT!! Hope y'all love it <3 Looks like Tumblr also crushed my image quality so yay

Kate Laswell folded her hands neatly on the worn-out desk as she eyes the Captain. The scruffy man held his stance, blue eyes unwavering as he only nodded in encouragement. John Price was nothing if not persistent, and the CIA agent knew better than to question him.

“Fine, but I want Sergeant Yarrow on the team. And I’m not asking.” Her tone was low, but it pierced the room nonetheless with the compromise.

Price grunted softly. “You think she’s solid after being back in Urzikstan?”

“She will be if she has to be.” Laswell’s answer was resolute, and she held his gaze as she squared her shoulders. There was no room for negotiation here. Price was silent as he took a long drag from his cigar in contemplation.

“Thought that last assignment was a one-off for her. That PMC really fucked her up.”

Laswell sighed. “We need her, John. Are your men really any better?”

“…Everyone’s got their problems, Kate.” He didn’t elaborate, and she didn't ask. As much as she disliked the risk of a special operations endeavor with current international relations, she couldn’t deny that Price was right - Al Qatala needed handling. She sighed briefly and nodded in acknowledgment.

“What are you calling this task force?”

“141.”

—

A young woman sighed as she gazed out the window. It was a nice day in Rye, East Sussex… she wished she could enjoy it more than she did. For as long as she’d spent off the force, she never thought she’d get used to civilian life. Wren Yarrow was a creature of habit, of constant direction and purpose.

She was a creature of Shadow Company… of Phillip Graves.

There was no meaning in daily tasks that were surely obsolete. Sure, it was a routine, one she clung to at that, but it was nothing more. It was something she did mindlessly, day after day after fucking day.

She felt pathetic - it had been years since her discharge - she should’ve long been over this. And yet, it never seemed to settle for her.

There was always something perfectly boring about living.

More often than she’d like to admit, she found herself reminiscing about her time in Shadow Company… her time with Graves. She wondered if she’d ever stop missing it; missing him…

It was a slow day at the bakery that day. Normally, she found solace in the day to day workings of the store - she could expect the same people every day, she could expect to make the same things…

She thought she knew what she wanted - to come home and run her bakery like nothing had happened. Like she hadn’t been called on a whim to ship out to Urzikstan after years of being out of the military.

Life never goes the way you plan it. And she had once again become living proof when Laswell called her that morning just a few months after she had returned home.

“John wants a Task Force. I want you on it.” Short and to the point; Laswell was never much to sugar-coat. Wren could hear the subtle undertones in her voice, though - Kate knows her history, and she knows the weight of her request. Wren knows it damn well, too.

“What’s the situation?”

“Classified. You understand.” She knew that, of course, but it wouldn’t have stopped her from asking.

It was almost embarrassing how quickly Wren had accepted the request. Apparently, uprooting her life and business once more was not a concern as she hung a ‘closed indefinitely’ sign for the second time over the front door and rushed upstairs to pack her belongings. Surely, she was insane, grasping at any straw that presented her with some sort of purpose…

When she laid in bed that night, she wondered very briefly if this is what she really wanted, but the cold truth was that Wren didn’t know what she wanted. She thought a civilian life here would suit her, that she’d grow accustomed to the slow pace of lazy mornings and meaningless conversation, but it always left her feeling incomplete - there was no purpose to serve here, just existence.

So she agreed, and she shipped out the next morning.

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She was grateful her last leave - though it was intended to be permanent - was only half a year, because owning a bakery didn’t exactly do wonders for one’s figure. She fell back into her training fairly easily and adhered to the strict regimen scarily well… she wondered if that deep-rooted need for a routine would ever change about her.

She wondered if she’d ever live normally, if she wasn’t condemned to this life of purgatory and violence. And yet, she craved it still.

She was put back in contact with Captain Price a few weeks into her training, and periodically he’d fly out to evaluate her progress. But, try as she might, no amount of prying would convince the Captain to tell her even the smallest detail of her upcoming mission…

“Need to make sure you’re solid, Sergeant,” he repeated himself for what must have been the dozenth time over the last few weeks. She huffed in moderate displeasement, but returned to her exercises. Price barked out a few more commands in that low, gruff voice she’d only just recently gotten used to once more before straightening up. She slowed from her jog, the difference in his gaze piquing her interest.

“0500 tomorrow. Nik will transport you to a covert location in Urzikstan. We’ll meet and brief there.” He didn’t elaborate, and she didn’t ask. If there was one thing she’d learned from her time  with the Captain, it was to keep the questions and the bullshit to a minimum.

Kate must have had sympathy for her, because that night she emailed her a heavily encrypted file containing dossiers of each of the Task Force members.

To: Wren Y. (Sgt., Special Forces)

From: Katherine L. (Chief, CIA)

Subject: Dossiers

Don’t tell John I sent you this. [encrypted file]

CIA Station Chief Katherine Laswell

George Bush Center for Intelligence

Langley, Virginia

She read through them without much thought. They were names on a paper, just like all of her Shadow Company comrades had been. She vividly remembered sitting with Philip and sifting through application after application… back when she felt like she could take on the world. When he made her believe she could.

She sighed. Even years later, she wondered if she’d ever quite get over it. Over him. It still nagged at her - she should’ve long been past it, but Wren was always a creature of habit.

She didn’t like change, and there sure had been a lot of it over the last few years. Maybe this time would finally mean something.

She liked the team well enough. Price, Gaz, Soap, and Ghost. She knew Price and Gaz already, of course. Soap seemed like an interesting guy, but she made a note to never get on his bad side. All of Ghost’s information was redacted - even his name. It sparked her curiosity, but she knew her place well enough to leave it alone.

She slept well enough that night… It was amazing what a good cup of tequila and a sleeping pill could do.