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Hi. It's me. Yay.

Hey, my name is Shrimpy. I've actually been pretty long on Tumblr but I just started to post stuff here. Mostly I draw silly little doodles or write texts about my oc's (my children). I speak German, English and a bit Swedish. I'm Aro/Ace. My hobbies are drawing, writing, crocheting, gaming, Archery, reading and listening to music.

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I also love Sherlock, Hannibal, Overwatch, Cod, Lotr, Sally Face, Rdr2, The walking dead, the last of us, The Witcher (the games and books, not the netflix series tho) Pokémon, Resident Evil, Harry Potter, Star wars, Marvel aaaand more :P

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I only draw and write for fun and I won't take commissions.

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★a little story I wrote

I just wrote a small image of Eli who calls Ghost "dad" for the first time. It's been two years since Ghost had adopted Eli and he never called him that before :P

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It was a normal day at home. It was pretty early in the morning, and Ghost was already ready for work. Normally, he would’ve been off long before dawn to do some training and prepare for a long, hard day of missions, but this morning was different.

Since Eli had stepped into his life, a lot had changed.Now it was already 7 a.m., and Eli had to go to school. Ghost had to wake him up- well, almost drag the little boy out of bed. Eli was eight years old now and in 3rd grade. Ghost sighed, barely noticeably, as he stood in the kitchen preparing some sandwiches for Eli.

With his big, calloused hands, he tried to cut the cheese sandwiches smaller, since Eli had complained that the toast was always too big to eat. When Ghost finally managed to cut the sandwich into four equally sized pieces and put them into a lunchbox, he also added an apple. Then he closed the lid and brought the box over to Eli’s backpack.

When Ghost returned to the kitchen, he saw Eli still sitting at the table, eating cereal. A bit of milk had spilled on the table, and as soon as Eli was done eating, he jumped from his chair and dashed out of the kitchen. Ghost ran a hand over his face and grabbed a tissue to clean up the mess. While doing so, he called out: “Don’t forget to brush your teeth, kiddo!”

He heard Eli’s pounding footsteps heading to the bathroom and the boy shouting back: “Okayyy!”

As Ghost wiped the table, his mind wandered to how much Eli had changed since he adopted him. In the first few months, Eli barely spoke. Ghost hadn’t minded, he actually preferred it when kids were quiet and didn’t get on his nerves, but something had shifted in Eli’s brain. Suddenly, he had become a loud, energetic child who always kept Ghost on his toes.

Even as Ghost had always been against the idea of adopting a child, in fact, he’d never even considered it, he’d somehow has gotten used to having Eli around. The thought of waking up one day and not having the kid there, gave him a weird feeling.

He was used to Eli running around and spreading chaos. But sometimes, Ghost wondered if it had been a smart decision to adopt a child given the nature of his work. He had always kept people at a distance for a reason. Every mission he went on was a risk. Every morning he got up could be his last. He accepted that risk, but now, with Eli in the picture, he wondered what would happen to the boy if he didn’t come back one day. Would they send him back to an orphanage?

The thought stung a little in Ghost’s chest, even if he normally didn’t allow himself to get emotional.His dark train of thought was interrupted by Eli, who now stood in front of him and said: “My teeth are clean!”

Ghost looked down at him. “Really now?”, he grumbled. “Show me.”

Eli gave him a wide, toothy grin.

Ghost just nodded. “Good. Then get to the car.”

Eli threw on his dinosaur jacket, slung his backpack over his shoulders, and ran out to the car. Ghost was already sitting inside, waiting. After Eli climbed in, Ghost drove the usual route to school.When they arrived, Eli opened the door but leaned over to Ghost before getting out. He said cheerfully: “Bye! I love you, Dad!”

Ghost froze for a moment. Before he could say anything, Eli had already jumped out and slammed the door shut. He watched the kid run towards the school building and the other children already going inside.

For a few minutes, Ghost just sat there, staring after him.

“Dad...” he murmured to himself.It was the first time Eli had ever called him that. Normally, he’d say Simon or Ghost, but never Dad.

Ghost looked into the small car mirror and thought about it. It sounded strange. Him? A... dad? But it wasn’t a bad feeling. Actually, it wasn’t bad at all.

As Ghost drove off to work, he caught himself smiling, just for a second. He could actually get used to the term, when he really thought about it.

Then his expression shifted to a slight scowl.If Johnny found out about this, he’d never let me hear the end of it...

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König :P

Huh, why would anyone say that? He's a very good sniper...he hit the target already after trying for the 19th time.

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Eli and Ghost <3

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soup.🍲

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That one helicopter scene with Gaz

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I thought it was funny.

i drew this last night. (And laughed a bit too much about it.)

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Hey, so I wrote a backstory for one of my Oc's. I had to use Google translator a lot tho, since english isn't my native language :')

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So this is him when he's older. In the backstory he's still a little child. His name us Eli by the way.

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Ghost, Soap, Price, Gaz, and even Laswell were sent out on another mission. At first, it seemed like a routine job. Some smugglers were trying to sell illegal weapons and tech at a small harbor. Normally, the local police would’ve handled it, but with reports of possible kidnappings and trafficking, it became a job for Task Force 141.

In the early morning hours, Price and Gaz were lying prone in one of the large fields around the harbor, dressed in camouflage and armed with a sniper rifle. They scanned the area quietly. Laswell was undercover aboard one of the ships, disguised as a regular dock worker. Beneath her cover, though, she carried a pistol and a taser, just in case.

Ghost and Soap were positioned inside the harbor itself.

Price and Gaz fed them directions over the radio, guiding their movement while keeping eyes on the smugglers, who were busily loading large crates onto several boats. Thick tarps covered the crates, hiding their contents from view.

Price gave the signal, sending Ghost and Soap toward a small pickup truck. As two smugglers approached the truck to retrieve more cargo, Soap glanced at Ghost, his eyes glinting slightly before he gave a subtle thumbs up. In an instant, they both rose from their crouch, grabbing the unsuspecting smugglers and pulling them behind the vehicle. Two sickening cracks followed as the men’s necks were snapped in near-perfect sync, so fast, they didn’t even have time to scream.

No one noticed the two missing men, so Ghost and Soap continued working their way through the harbor. Eventually, one of the smugglers spotted them and shouted, “Guys! There’s police or some shit!”

Chaos broke out. Many of the smugglers suddenly pulled weapons from hidden spots, and gunfire erupted. Though Price and Gaz were still at a distance, they managed to take down several hostiles with deadly precision from their vantage point.

Laswell also dropped her cover. When a few smugglers approached her, she surprised them, especially for someone her age and typically not part of field missions. She leapt over some nearby boxes, slamming her taser into one man’s neck, incapacitating him instantly. The second barely had time to react before Laswell shot him with her pistol.

Within minutes, the firefight ended, and most of the smugglers were either dead or captured. Laswell made her way to Soap and Ghost.

“This was supposed to be quiet and quick,” she sighed, gesturing at the dozens of bodies scattered around. “Take out only the necessary threats, capture the rest, that was the plan. Now I’ve got a mountain of paperwork to fill out.”

Ghost shrugged. “They had weapons. We had no choice.”

Laswell nodded tiredly. Soap clapped Ghost on the shoulder as he headed toward the boats. “Let’s see what our friends were trying to smuggle out of the country, yeah, LT?”

Ghost followed. Laswell was preparing to contact local authorities and call in additional Task Force units when Price’s voice came through the radio. “Hey, Kate. Didn’t know you still had it in those old bones. That double kill earlier was smooth as hell.”

Laswell smirked as she walked toward the half-unloaded trucks. “Old habits die hard, as you know.”

Meanwhile, Ghost and Soap reached the nearest ship. They climbed aboard and pulled back one of the thick tarps covering a massive crate, only to freeze. “Damn…” Ghost muttered. What they had assumed were crates turned out to be cages, large ones. Inside were people, some sitting, some collapsed, looking weak, frightened, and tired. Many were unconscious, likely due to the suffocating conditions under the heavy coverings. The smugglers weren’t just trafficking weapons and drugs; they were transporting people. Slaves. Cheap labor. Victims.

Later, the police arrived. Survivors were immediately freed and everything got prepared to bring them to shelters. Sadly, not everyone made it. Some had already died, suffocated in the cages. Others were too weak to speak or even stand. During identification efforts, the team found something else, someone else. A small boy, maybe five or six years old, sat silently in a corner of one cage. Ghost spotted him first while removing a corpse. Blue eyes stared up at him, wide and dazed.

“They forgot you, huh?” Ghost muttered, more to himself.

He crouched. “Hey, you got any parents?”

The boy didn’t respond. He had messy brown hair tangled with dirt and wore simple, slightly torn clothes. Ghost sighed. He never had patience for people. And even less for kids.

“Can’t talk, huh?” he tried again.

Still nothing. Ghost set his gun down. Can’t believe I’m doing this... he thought. He pointed to the boy, then to the floor, and finally toward the police cars nearby.

“Listen, okay? Get out of there and walk over there. Your parents are probably there.”

The boy followed the motion with his eyes but didn’t move.Ghost groaned, picked up his gun, and slung it across his back. Then, without another word, he grabbed the child by the collar, lifted him out, and slung him over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.

He walked over to the police, where the rescued civilians were gathered, wrapped in blankets and given food and water. Ghost set the boy down to see if he recognized anyone, but nothing. The child just stood there, shaky on his feet. He nearly stumbled and instinctively grabbed Ghost’s leg to steady himself.

Ghost looked down, about to brush him off, but something stopped him. He frowned behind his mask but didn’t push the child away.Police officers soon began asking around, trying to identify the boy’s family, but no one knew him. No one had seen him. Eventually, it became clear that the boy had likely been alone the entire time.

Oddly enough, he seemed to grow attached to Ghost. He followed him everywhere, clinging to his leg or grabbing onto his pants. Soap teased him relentlessly for it.

“Looks like you’ve got a shadow, LT,” Soap smirked.Ghost shot him a glare so sharp that Soap instantly quieted. Even with just his eyes visible beneath the mask, that look was enough.

Gaz and Price eventually arrived. Gaz crouched near the boy, then looked up at Price.

“So, Cap, what’s gonna happen to this kid?”

Ghost stood nearby, visibly annoyed, while the boy tugged on the side pocket of his camo pants.

“Send him to an orphanage, of course,” Ghost said.

Laswell shook her head. “After all that trauma? He was locked in a cage with corpses. Probably for days.”

They all looked down at the boy, still playing quietly with Ghost’s pocket.

"Well,” Price shrugged. “There’s gotta be someone who’ll take him in. He’ll survive.

”Soap grinned, nudging Ghost. “What do you say, LT? Why don’t you take in this little stray?”

Ghost glared at him again.

“You’re fuckin’ around again, I see. No way I’m adopting a kid. I’ve already got that damn dog…”

He thought of Riley, their team dog. The idea of adding a kid to that responsibility made him cringe a little. But then he looked down at the boy, still clutching his leg, and for a moment, just a moment, he hesitated.

The boy got send to an orphanage for a few days. He still didn't spoke to anyone. But after a few days Ghost had actually changed his mind. No one would have thought that but since a lot of people from his team were still talking about the child after days, he reluctantly decided that looking after one additional creature would be okay.

(And the others said they'll help him :D) So Ghost actually became the legal guardian of the boy. Since the boy said nothing, everyone just kept calling him Stray, because this was kinda describing the way they found him. Later the boy even started talking a bit. At least he said his real name. Eli.

So from now one there was a small and quiet boy around the HQ and his name was Eli the Stray.

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König and Horangi

Two silly goobers.

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~Tea time★🍵

I drew Soap and Ghost. It's my first post here so I dunno :P