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Oh my god I can't wait to read about you and your OCs again 🫶🥹.

Hello, my lovely moots. I hope you guys are having a wonderful time.

I've come off hiatus and enough of waiting for upcoming posts. And I really thank everyone who approached and comforted me with kind words. It means a lot to me.

Unfortunately, the asks box will remain closed 💔.

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Awww thank you @shanatypewriter @belli3-welli3 @keeganrussmybeloved

🥺🥺🥺🫶🫶🫶🫶

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This

I will say it again and Keep saying it till i die and die on that hill:

STOP👏🏻. PUTTING👏🏻. KEEGAN👏🏻. IN👏🏻. MW2👏🏻. TIMELINE👏🏻.

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First Meeting...

I have another oneshot for you.

This time about Charlie Woods.

(Yes, my name is Charlie because that's what my friends call me)

Taglist: @lt-rodriguez @davidmasonstits @breetheenerd @heshmylover @islandtarochips @welldonekhushi

~Dear Alice,

by the time you read this, I may have left active ministry.

I ask you not to seek me out or contact me.

I've made mistakes and I can't risk it all.

It's for the good of everyone.

For me.

For Frank.

I know how you feel about him.

Keep an eye on Frank, okay?

Stay the way you are Alice.

Linnea~

2003

Charlie had managed to go to America as an exchange student. Even though her adoptive parents were against it, the brown-haired girl was delighted. She left school and wanted to make her way to the dormitory. During the break, she had planned to go into town with some of her classmates once she had finished her homework.

“Hey Charlie!” suddenly sounded behind her and the brown-haired girl stopped and turned around, puzzled.

“Oh hey Alice,” escaped the brown-haired girl as she looked at the woman and looked puzzled. It was a young woman with black hair and a Mexican accent. She looked at her again and realized that there was something about this young woman. Maybe it was the charisma she had. The 15-year-old had spoken to her a few days earlier and was asked if she could use a tour guide. As she lived in Iceland and was brought up according to the traditions there, the teenager was very open and couldn't say no.

"Do you already have plans? I'd like to introduce you to someone," the young black-haired woman remarked, glancing at the 15-year-old. Her tone was friendly and the brown-haired girl hesitated briefly.

She didn't want to be rude. Besides, this person didn't seem to be up to anything. After all, Alice also knew the names of her adoptive parents and said that she knew them.

The brown-haired girl glanced briefly at her classmates.

“I've got something at short notice,” the brown-haired girl called out and looked at her classmates.

"Yes, no problem. I'll see you tomorrow," her classmates called out to her and finally moved on.

The black-haired girl smiled a little and finally walked with the brown-haired girl to a car. When the brown-haired one finally put her bag in the back seat, she sat down in the passenger seat and fastened her seatbelt.

"Where are we actually going?" Charlie asked curiously, looking at Alice.

The black-haired girl started the engine and looked at the brown-haired girl and smiled. The 15-year-old found it enchanting in a way.

“You'll love going somewhere quiet,” Alice replied, smiling. The 15-year-old tilted her head as she looked at the older girl.

"Have you ever wondered where you come from? Who your real parents are?" Black-haired finally said and Charlie was a little taken aback. Charlie knew that she had been dumped outside an Icelandic emergency room and the person had disappeared without a trace. After an unsuccessful appeal, she was put up for adoption and ended up with a loving family.

Charlie hesitated a little and looked at her.

"Well, I don't really know. If these people didn't want me, maybe it's best not to know," the brown-haired girl remarked quietly as she continued to gaze out of the window.

“What if the other party didn't know, though?” Alice finally asked and the brown-haired one tilted her head and looked at her with a raised eyebrow.

“What do you mean?” Charlie finally asked, puzzled, as she looked at Alice.

“Just imagine, someone only knew about you and didn't want it to get out?” the older girl said and the brown-haired one tilted her head.

“What?” she asked, puzzled, and looked at the older one, who was concentrating on the road. Charlie didn't know what was going on. Questions upon questions raced through her head.

"Don't tell me you're my mother and you gave me up for adoption! By just abandoning me in front of an emergency room," she said in shock.

"What no! I wouldn't do something like that! I know your mother and father!

Let's put it this way! Your mother made an asshole move and fucked off in the truest sense of the word! Disappeared... As if swallowed up by the earth. She didn't even have the ass in her pants to tell your father the truth. That she was married and had an affair with him. Where she got pregnant. Pregnant with you," the black-haired girl remarked, glancing at the brown-haired girl.

The teenager looked at her in confusion.

She couldn't believe what she had just found out.

She just looked at her in silence.

“And I'll just introduce you to your father now!” Alice added, smiling.

Charlie looked at her, still speechless and stunned.

“Are you two some kind of secret agents that you found me out?” Charlie was more than confused as she didn't understand what was going on. Alice laughed and looked at the brown-haired girl.

"You have the same sharp mind as your father. But let's put it this way, I still have a few old friends who owe me a favor and so I joined you," the brown-haired girl said and finally parked the car in a parking lot that bordered a park.

Let's put it this way! Your mother made an asshole move and fucked off in the truest sense of the word! Disappeared... As if swallowed up by the earth. She didn't even have the ass in her pants to tell your father the truth. That she was married and had an affair with him. Where she got pregnant. Pregnant with you," the black-haired girl remarked, glancing at the brown-haired girl.The teenager looked at her in confusion.

She couldn't believe what she had just found out.

She just looked at her in silence.

“And I'll just introduce you to your father now!” Alice added, smiling.

Charlie looked at her, still speechless and stunned.

“Are you two some kind of secret agents that you found me out?” Charlie was more than confused as she didn't understand what was going on. Alice laughed and looked at the brown-haired girl.

"You have the same sharp mind as your father. But let's put it this way, I still have a few old friends who owe me a favor and so I joined you," the brown-haired girl said and finally parked the car in a parking lot that was adjacent to a park.

She would never have thought that there would be such a cozy and inviting park on the outskirts of the city. She eventually followed her to a large lake. As Charlie looked around, she noticed a man sitting in a wheelchair further away and a young man, who must be David, sitting on a bench next to him. It seemed as if they were familiar. Suddenly, the young man's eyes turned to the two women.

"Hey Frank. Hey David," Alice called out and the brown-haired woman looked in their direction.

“Who's that?” the man in the wheelchair asked suspiciously, looking at Charlie. Alice stopped slightly in front of Charlie. She seemed to notice the insecurity in the 15-year-old. However, the 15-year-old noticed how the young man looked at her in surprise.

"I told you what I found out. Frank? This is Charlie. Your daughter!" Alice said, pointing at Charlie.

These words hit her like a fist in the stomach.

The man in the wheelchair had been her father.

“What?” Frank finally asked, looking at the brown-haired woman in disbelief.

“You're taking the piss, Alice!” the older man said, serious and shocked at the same time.

"Frank, calm down. Linnea did everything she could to get Charlie out of the way," Alice finally remarked, looking at the brown-haired girl.

Out of the corner of his eye, Charlie recognized how the black-haired girl still had a friendly expression on her face.

Charlie, on the other hand, felt insecure and didn't know how to react.

"It took you 15 years to track her down? Are you serious!" said the older man, who Alice had told her was her father.

He sounded reproachful.

“Hey, I don't just break into other people's houses and kidnap children, even if it's an island that's more than just remote,” the black-haired girl said, patting Charlie's shoulder. Charlie swallowed briefly and then looked at the black-haired girl.

"But I'll leave you two alone. If he annoys you, push him out of the wheelchair so he can at least do something to you," said the black-haired girl and finally left. Shocked and completely helpless, the brown-haired girl looked at the black-haired girl and then at the man sitting in the wheelchair.

There was a brief silence before the older man spoke up.

“If you're already here, sit down!” the man spoke in a slightly serious but commanding tone.

The brown-haired girl hesitated a little and finally looked at him.

She finally sat down on the bench next to him. Charlie had been hesitant.

“Do you know her?” Frank finally asked and the brown-haired girl looked at him.

“No. She made short work of me and dumped me outside an emergency room,” she remarked meekly, glancing at the older man.

He grimaced and looked at the younger one.

"You would never have guessed. That she was so cold-hearted. She was always worried about everyone and looked out for everyone, but that she would just abandon a newborn child. No one would have thought," he said dismissively and Charlie listened to his words.

"Oh really? She was a very caring person?" the brown-haired girl asked, tilting her head as she looked at him.

"Until the day Alice told me what she had written to her. I never thought she had such a second personality," the older man hissed dismissively, glancing at the lake. Charlie could see how irritated he was about the subject. Still, she felt like she had known him in a way for years. Even if this was the first time she had seen him.

"I don't know if you're bored on this island. I still have room," the older man said, looking at the brown-haired girl.

"But what if my step-parents are against it?" the brown-haired one remarked.

"Alice knows ways and means to change their minds"

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Cant wait for this Man. He comes back ahhhhhhhhhh 😭

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The forgotten one?

Actually, I didn't want to start a new project before the surgery and take a break because I keep having pain some sometimes while writing with my hand and shoulder 😬 but what can I say, the plot bunny won.

~Breathe~

The young woman tried to open her eyes.

Pain twitched through her body.

Through the rubble, she saw the occasional glimmer of light.

She tried to move her hand but it had been trapped under a steel beam. She tried to move her left hand but suddenly felt how unstable it was.

The brown-haired girl tried to regulate her breathing. There was nothing she could do about the situation anyway. She tried to calm herself down and not panic.

She kept thinking about the confusing situation.

Again and again how she tried to give everyone in this goddamn military hospital a chance.

~You are unnecessary...~

Flashback

A few hours earlier

The brown-haired woman had just followed the commanding officer's orders and gone through the patients' rooms to see if they were occupied. However, all the rooms were empty.

The Federation was close. Very close.

Everything had to happen quickly. She had come here with an evacuation team to make a quick patient transport.

Just then she saw a nurse who was visibly upset.

"Go through the other rooms and let me know if," said the brown-haired woman and was about to continue.

"Lieutenant? The helicopters have just taken off. There are still three nurses, two doctors and you," the young woman spoke hesitantly and desperately.

The brown-haired woman stopped abruptly and turned around in shock.

These words, in this tone of voice, made her heart stop for a moment.

She couldn't be serious. Had they been left behind? No, that couldn't be true.

"Are you going to repeat that again?" the brown-haired woman said with a serious expression on her face. Claire didn't want to believe what she had just heard.

No, it couldn't be true.

"I was just going to let you know so you could put a radio through," the nurse escaped.

Without even hesitating, the brown-haired woman picked up her radio and finally went off.

"Mayday mayday mayday. You let people behind," Claire spoke more than angrily and walked up and down the corridor. There was a rustling sound. Claire's look became more serious.

She tried again. This time on a different channel. On the one where the civilians were transmitting.

"Mayday. Mayday. Mayday. This is Lieutenant Rorke. You left people behind," the brown-haired woman spoke more seriously, looking at the nurse who was holding her hand to her face.

Just as a voice rang out, she heard a loud bang and the floor collapsed.

~Flashback end~

That she spent the rest of the time she had wondering how it felt to be abandoned by her superiors.

How could it happen that they left people behind?

How?

Claire closed her eyes.

Left behind by my own team.

That I will suffer the same fate as my father...

To die in despair and loneliness...

Drowning must have been cruel...

Had it been different buried under the rubble?

To wait until death came?

How miserable her life had been that she died like her father.... in loneliness? Left behind by her own team....

When the young woman opened her eyes again, she noticed how her eyes filled with tears and the occasional tear ran down her cheek. Why did she have to think about her father? Not her boyfriend? Who had always been there for her since she was 18.

Hesh...

The name had almost been a whisper.

She suddenly heard a distant bark.

"El perro huele algo." someone suddenly shouted.

The feds had been nearby. Perhaps they were looking for survivors to give them a final but brutal coup de grace. The footsteps came closer. Claire closed her eyes as she heard how close the footsteps were.

The pain intensified as the adrenaline left her body.

The dog that was apparently searching the rubble barked and pawed frantically at the spot.

"El perro ha encontrado algo. Parece estar viva," shouted one of the soldiers. Claire only understood fragments of what they were saying as she tried not to slip into unconsciousness.

"I would advise you to do that. Otherwise you'll suffer the same fate as the idiot who ordered the bombing," came a familiar voice.

It sounded so familiar. Was her memory playing tricks? Were you making up your mind while you were dying so that you weren't afraid of death?

"Dad?" the brown-haired girl spoke weakly but desperately before giving in to the darkness and losing consciousness.

For all those who might want a happy ending?

Two days later

A shepherd dog ran over the rubble of the destroyed hospital, searching for survivors.

"She doesn't find," a young woman with a Dutch accent remarked, glancing at three soldiers looking at the bodies.

"Are you sure she was trained for this?" asked a voice, the black-haired woman stroking the shepherd's head.

She sighed softly.

"Yes, we trained her to find corpses too, Uncle Elias," the black-haired woman said with a sigh and looked at the sheepdog, which continued to run over the rubble.

Suddenly, another one stood next to it and the black-haired woman knew exactly who it was from the mask.

"It's all the people Claire mentioned on the radio. There's no trace of her," Ajax finally remarked, glancing at the gray-haired man who was visibly thinking.

"Let your dog keep looking, we're not giving up. I refuse to report her as M.I.A. this early," Elias finally remarked sternly and finally walked in the other direction.

The Dutchwoman looked at Ajax again.

"Do you think the Federation will have taken her?" the black-haired woman asked cautiously as she glanced at the taller one.

"I hope not... The Federation is brutal when it comes to prisoners of war....," the taller one finally remarked.

Lieke sighed softly and looked back at the shepherd who was still trying to find someone.

Suddenly the dog barked. The two quickly ran off. But they didn't get far as the shepherd dog stopped on a bank.

Lieke and Ajax looked at each other.

The older one joined them and it was all written on his face.

He left again without saying a word. All three knew what it meant and the thought that he had to tell their cousin that his girlfriend was missing only hurt more.

Short Info to Lieke

This is Lieke Walker Elias Niece.

In case you're wondering huh?

Yes, she was my Modern Warfare OC. But I'm really tired of the fandom. I decided to put her in the Ghosts fandom 😇 (with a new Name)

So Elias had a sister/brother who emigrated to the Netherlands and met someone there and started a family. I'll do a profile soon.

By the way, this is her old German shepherd Chilli

Did I hint at OCxAjax? Maybe I did.

Artist: Maufey (instagram)

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Why is Harper so Small 👁👄👁

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Oh my god Shana 😭😭 I had to stifle the tears it was so sad so emotional and just beautifully written.

This emotional bond between the two is just ahhhhhh 😭🥹

"Semper Fi"

✦Type: Oneshot ✦Genre/Tone: pure tooth–crushing fluff ✦Characters: Jemíma Ámbar del Mar Hernández and slight mention of Keegan P. Russ

✦Summary: While on deployment, Keegan Russ writes a rare, heartfelt letter to Jemíma Hernández, confessing his love and longing for her. Touched and overwhelmed, Jemíma reads it in silence, feeling the weight of every word. She writes back with quiet emotion, telling him to come home—and that she’s always been his.

✦Taglist!: @ll7esxs @stargazing-sapphire2 @keeganrussmybeloved @wildmayhemz @deeptrashwitch @capt-zjay @the-best-walker @maumausie @gunnrblze @me-is-confused @fleshqounds @lemonqii @charlie2092 @taciturntraveller @burnatnight @shadowsh00ter @milkteaarttime @aoioozora

"No matter where I go, I'm always gonna want you back. Want you back"

[Letter from Keegan to Jemíma, folded neatly and sealed with care]

Location classified Date unknown Jem, I’ve never been good at saying what’s in my head. I think you figured that out the day we met. You always saw through the silence, the half-sentences. That was never easy for me—until you. It’s quiet here. Too quiet. You’d hate it—no high ground, no clean sightlines. I keep expecting to hear your voice in my comms, calling out movement like you always did. Every time I blink, I see you perched over my shoulder, steady hands on the scope, calm even when everything else is going to hell. You always had that calm. I miss it more than I know how to say. I guess what I’m trying to say is—I miss you. All of you. The way your eyes narrow when you're focused, that faint smile you try to hide when you’ve just nailed a shot before I even spotted the damn target. The way your fingers brush mine like you're trying not to let go, even when we're both pretending this is just “temporary.” But it's not. Not for me. I don’t know how long this deployment will last. I don't know what’s waiting tomorrow. But I know this—I love you. I love you in that brutal, aching way that doesn’t go quiet when the world does. I love you like I’m already home, if home means your hands, your eyes, your voice at my back. Keep your head up. Keep fighting. I’ll come back. I always do. Always faithful.Always in love with you, my love, my whole world, my life. – Keegan

[Jemíma’s POV – After reading Keegan’s letter]

I read it three times before I let myself breathe again.

I held the letter like it would vanish if I blinked too long.

I don’t cry.

I haven’t in years. Not when I lost Marines under my watch. Not when I held a rifle through nights colder than death and quieter than graves. I’d told myself I was fine. That it was just another deployment. That we’d done this before—months of silence, check-ins through static, and the hope he’d come back in one piece.

But this damn letter—this quiet thing, folded like it’s fragile, like it holds something sacred—makes my chest feel too full. Like I swallowed a breath I can’t let go of.

His handwriting was rough, the kind of pen stroke that looked like it had to fight through calluses and restraint. It wasn’t fancy. It wasn’t flowery. But it was him—straight to the point, steady, like he was whispering it from behind me, like he always did when things got too loud.

God, Keegan. But he’d never written like this before. He never said "love." Not out loud. Not like this.

He’s never been the kind to say what he’s feeling out loud. He’d rather patch me up in silence, hand me my rifle, nod once like it means everything. But this? This is him putting a loaded confession in my hands like it might go off.

And I feel it. Every word. Like a slow burn behind my ribs.

The tears surprised me. Not loud, not sobbing. Just… quiet. Steady. Like the way he always walked into a room, calm and unshakable. Like the way he held me after missions when neither of us had the words for what we’d seen.

I press the letter to my chest and close my eyes. The room around me fades—the base, the static, the chaos. It all goes quiet. Just like he always made it feel when he was near. I folded the letter again—gently, like it might bruise—and held it to my lips. For a second, I imagined him there. The weight of his hand against mine, the scratch of his stubble on my skin, the silence between us full of everything he couldn’t say… until now.

Always faithful.

He meant that. Not just the Marine oath—we both know the weight of those words—but the kind that lives in stolen glances behind cover, in quiet nights spent cleaning rifles side by side, in not needing to speak to be heard.

Always in love with you, my love, my whole world, my life.

But my throat tightens.

I walk to my cot, sit down slow, and pull out the dog-eared notebook I’ve carried through every deployment. I flip past coordinates and notes, old mission logs, until I find a blank page.

And I write.

You idiot. You had to make it impossible to breathe for a minute there, didn’t you? You think I didn’t already know? You think I don’t feel it in every shot I take, every time I reach for you and you’re not there?

I pause. My pen trembles.

Then I smile—barely.

Come home to me. I don’t care how loud the world gets. Just come back. You already know what you are to me. My sniper partner. My voice of reason. My pain in the ass. My heart. Always waiting. Always yours. —Jemíma

“You’re such a dumbass,” I whispered. “You finally say it—and you’re a thousand miles away.”

But I smiled.

It hurt. But I smiled.

Because now I had something to hold on to. Not just the ghost of his presence, not just the echo of his breath on my neck after a long op—but him. The truth of it. Written down. Real.

And when he comes back—because he will come back—I’m going to say it right to his face: “I’ve always loved you too, Keegan. You idiot. I just didn’t know how to say it.”

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🌸🌺🪷🌷Send this to a blogger who makes you smile when you see them pop up in notifs! 🌸🌺🪷🌷

Ahhhh thank you 🥹🥹🥹

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Omg 😭 Ersaa. You wake up and see that. I feel honored. I'm crying right now. Omg. 😭😭😭😭 Esraa thank you so much for these kind words 😭😭😭😭

🜸 ˚₊‧ ꒰💌꒱ 𝘈𝘕 𝘈𝘕𝘚𝘞𝘌𝘙 𝘛𝘖 𝘈 𝘚𝘞𝘌𝘌𝘛 𝘈𝘚𝘒…

Someone asked about my favorite OCs! Since anon is off & the sender preferred to stay private, I figured I’d share my answer in a post instead 💌

(also—tiny note: I’m not listing everyone I adore simply because I haven’t interacted with every creator personally about them yet! It just feels more respectful that way. But truly, I admire so many of you deeply 💕)

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⟡ Jemima — @shanadraws masterpiece. I think about her constantly. The strength she carries, the things she’s endured—she never leaves my mind. So layered, so human. I’ll never stop rooting for her.

⟡ Reggie & Yankee — from @fleshqounds — Ajax. I NEED more of them or at least one of EM. Immediately. PLEASE.

⟡ Jodie Hall — from @imagoddamnonionmason — absolute icon. Also Can’t wait for a free night to cozy up with Call of Booty and devour it.

⟡ Soleia — from @keeganrussmybeloved — my sweet, pretty girlie. so good created🥹.

⟡ Claire Rorke — @charlie2092 my lovely girl. She’s always stuck with me for how good and richly she was crafted. Endlessly soft.

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That's it for now! It’s a short list, but hey I’m always down to talk OCs, and headcanons, or rumble over backstories. Just ask 🫶

𓆩♡𓆪 thank you again for the ask!

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Charlie is embarrassed and thinks to herself "don't say anything wrong and if I see Harper I'll kill him." After she realized that Shani is David's ex-girlfriend.

"Yeah, Navy Seals aren't easy. What am I talking about, I'm one myself"

Imagine!!!

Charlie (COD Black Ops OC and David Mason Wife) wants to get a tattoo. Goes to the recommended tattoo studio which had recommended her best friend (Mike Harper)

And suddenly it turns out that the tattoo artist is simply her husband's ex-girlfriend

@breetheenerd thank you for the pictures in my Head 😂😭

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Imagine!!!

Charlie (COD Black Ops OC and David Mason Wife) wants to get a tattoo. Goes to the recommended tattoo studio which had recommended her best friend (Mike Harper)

And suddenly it turns out that the tattoo artist is simply her husband's ex-girlfriend

@breetheenerd thank you for the pictures in my Head 😂😭

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Name: Susan Rorke

Born May 24, 1974

Place of birth: Annapolis Maryland

Nationality: American

Age: 53 (2027)

Rank: Lieutenant (retired)

Affiliation:

Ghosts

Doctor in the Army

Hair color: brown

Eye color: Brown

Height: 178

Face Claim: Dana Delany

Scars:

A Scar on her stomach from 2005

Family

Father: Isaac Rorke

Mother: Milena Rorke (former Mathews)

Brother: Gabriel Rorke (twin brother)

Niece: Claire Rorke

Foster child: Katlynn Russ

Susan is the older of the two. She joined the army with her brother and after basic training, she trained as a medic. She was interested in medicine. She took on the role of medic in every team. Susan always had an eye for each of her comrades and always knew exactly what they needed. She took care of Claire after an incident. They had a long-term relationship after 2005, but it broke down because Susan was reluctant to let herself be helped after she was seriously injured in Tel Aviv. She became bitter because she knew she would never be able to go back to the front line after the injury. Susan decided to stay on Ramstein and take care of the people there. Through her job she also had contacts with the family members of her former teammates. She also learned that one of her former comrades from the Ghosts had a little sister and that her parents had both died in an accident. So Susan, who had no children, decided to take care of the little girl.

After the Odin Strike, Susan decided to return to active duty despite her history. However, she stayed in the operations center and took care of all the briefings.

Personality:

Like her twin brother, Susan is stubborn and determined. She also doesn't like to admit things and is reluctant to admit her weaknesses.

She has an open ear for everyone, so she also listened to Elias' worries after he dropped her twin brother. Unlike Claire, she didn't hold it against him.

Susan had a close friendship with Elias. Where Claire and Hesh suspected they had a relationship.

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Look at her she is so beautiful

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𖦹 ˚₊‧꒰ა 𝑶𝑪 𝑰𝑵𝑻𝑹𝑶 — 𝑽𝒆𝒏𝒖𝒔 𝑻𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒆𝒓 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ My ever first one, feel free to know her! Honestly don't wanna rumble a lot about her here! just an intro for yall :)

✦ NAME: Venus M. Turner ✦ RANK: Corporal ✦ D.O.B: April 3rd, 2002 ✦ AGE: 25 (as of 2027) ✦ BIRTHPLACE: Colorado Springs, Colorado, USA ✦ AFFILIATION: United States Army | Ghosts ✦ SERVICE STATUS: Active Duty ✦ PRONOUNS: she/her ✦ MBTI: ISTJ — "The Logistician" ✦ ALIGNMENT: Lawful Neutral ✦ ROLE: Tactical Reconnaissance, Field Intel Extraction ✦ SKILLS: Stealth navigation, high-accuracy marksmanship, rapid terrain ops

⟡ personality:  

Venus is persistent, quietly fierce, and unshakably focused. Her strength lies not only in action but in deep conviction — she’s courageous, dutiful, and honorable. Thoughtful but never timid. Driven but grounded. She’s a strategic thinker, not one for small talk, but will protect what (and who) she believes in with relentless intensity. Empathetic beneath the grit. She's ambitious, yet doesn’t seek glory — only purpose.

⟡ appearance:  

A striking figure at 175 cm, with golden-brown hair (recently dyed from her natural black), warm hazel eyes, and fair skin marked by long field days and early loss. Broad-shouldered and sharp-lined — her inverted triangle frame mirrors her presence: strong and unwavering. Uniform crisp, boots always laced tight.

⟡ backstory:  

Raised in a quiet town by her father, John Turner — a decorated police officer — Venus grew up in a world shaped by structure, service, and subtle grief. Her mother passed from illness when she was five. Despite the pain, her father's fierce love and belief in her built a quiet fire within. He raised her to be brave, gentle, and relentless in her goals. She joined the military young, fast-tracked into the Ghosts after proving herself in intel coordination and special ops support. She's not in it for glory — but for meaning.

⟡ relationships:  

— John Turner: father, her grounding force  

— Logan Walker: teammate; trusted, quiet camaraderie  

— David "Hesh" Walker: romantic interest; complicated but deepening bond both of them did not confess  

— Keegan P. Russ: higher-up; quiet respect and unspoken trust  

— Merrick: captain; she follows him without question, and he values her insight  

— Elias Walker: Ghosts captain ; strong mentorship, she admires his steadiness  

— Kick: teammate; mutual jokes + field efficiency, bonded through shared missions 

⟡ Random facts:

✦ Always ties her boots the same exact way before missions — left over right, double knot. She believes it’s bad luck otherwise.

✦ Terrified of open water. She can swim, but deep sea gives her anxiety. She keeps this hidden, even during missions.

✦ Keeps a tiny notebook in her side pouch. Filled with quick thoughts, coordinates, quotes her dad said, things she wanna do after, or names she doesn’t want to forget.

✦ Her favorite time of day is just before sunrise — not quite light, not quite dark. She calls it “the breath before the world starts talking.”

✦ Prefers knives over guns in close-range combat. Silent. Fast. Personal.

✦ Doesn’t drink caffeine. Instead, chews cinnamon gum during ops to stay sharp.

✦ When she was younger, she wanted to be a detective — she still reads crime novels in her free time.

✦ Keeps a small patch of her mom’s handwriting (from a letter) stitched inside her uniform lining. No one knows it’s there.

✦ Despite being quiet, she has a dry, deadpan sense of humor. When she speaks, it’s often followed by a subtle laugh from the team.

✦ Hates being called a hero. Believes she’s just doing what has to be done. ("so down to earth" ahh oc forgive me chat)

✦ Wears dog tags tucked in—never out. She considers showing them “too loud.”

✦ She’s left-handed, but shoots ambidextrously due to training.

✦ Venus is non-religious, but lights a match before every mission and blows it out after. She says it's to "mark time."

✦ Secretly keeps a Spotify playlist of classical music and gritty ambient soundscapes— it calms her between ops.

✦ Her call sign among the Ghosts is often unspoken, but unofficially: "Viper." Silent, fast, strikes once.

✦ She’s the kind of person who watches the weather like it’s a language. Says things like “the sky feels heavy today” and means it.

✦ Eats slow. Thinks before every bite. Not because she’s nervous, but because she was raised to never waste a meal.

✦ Has a faint callus on her left ring finger — from clutching her rifle grip too tight during her first tour.

✦ She once said:

"You don’t get used to war. You just learn how to move inside it without losing your shape."

✦ When she takes her boots off after a mission, she sits in silence. She doesn’t speak for a few minutes — she just listens to the world again.

✦ Her favorite sound is tires on gravel. It reminds her of home. Of her dad coming back from late shifts at the station.

✦ Her smile is rare, but when it happens, it stays in the room longer than she does. (source: please believe me officer)

✦ Sleeps with one arm under her pillow and the other under her ribs. A half-defensive position. A childhood habit that never left.

✦ She once spent 4 hours patching up a stray dog she found limping outside base. Didn’t tell anyone. Left food by the fence for 3 weeks straight after.

✦ She hates unnecessary noise. Her room is dead silent. If a clock ticks too loudly, she removes the battery.

✦ Favorite quote her dad used to say:

"People show their truth when no one's looking. So keep looking."

✦ Has a strange affection for deers — especially red deers. she just think they shapre the word "leadership" which this is what she admires in a person.

✦ Her handwriting is small, sharp, and angular. Like her thoughts don’t waste time finding shape.

✦ Doesn’t celebrate her birthday. But she remembers everyone else’s.

✦ When someone she loves is hurt, she doesn’t panic. She goes silent, like everything inside her narrows to a fine point.

✦ She doesn’t say “I love you” casually. She says things like:

"I got you. Always." (ok gahook)

✦ If she had one day off with no war, no weapons, no mission—she’d drive into the mountains, sleep in the sun, and not speak a word until sunset. Lol sorry if they sound corny BYE

𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐓𝐒

Loyal to the bone — once you earn her trust, she’s unshakable in your corner.

Protective — especially over teammates and younger soldiers; she notices when someone’s not okay.

Resilient — she has survived loss, war, doubt, and still moves forward without asking for applause.

Quietly intelligent — she watches before speaking, and when she does speak, it’s intentional and sharp.

Grounded — she doesn’t get swept up in ego or fantasy; her head and heart stay real.

Brave — not reckless bravery, but the kind that comes from choosing to stand her ground even when it hurts.

Empathic but guarded — she feels deeply, even if she hides it under layers of stillness.

Disciplined — both emotionally and physically; she controls her fear and never acts on impulse.

Symbolic — she assigns quiet meaning to small things: a deer, a name, a date, a constellation.

𝐍𝐄𝐆𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐓𝐒

Emotionally withdrawn — she bottles things up, rarely asks for help, and sometimes distances herself even from those she loves.

Stubborn — once she believes in something, it’s hard to change her mind — even if she’s wrong.

Harsh self-critic — she carries guilt heavily, especially for anything that feels like failure.

Doesn’t forgive easily — betrayal or dishonesty cuts her deep, and she rarely gives second chances.

Blunt — while not mean-spirited, she speaks her mind in a way that can feel cold or too direct.

Difficulty expressing affection — her care shows in action, not words, which can make her seem emotionally distant.

Isolates under pressure — instead of reaching out, she tends to disappear into her own head or get overly mission-focused.

Control issues — she needs structure and predictability; chaos makes her reactive or overly strict.

Dislikes vulnerability — she sees emotion as something to be managed, not shared, even though she just hated when there are these times to lose all her emotions. (she has Alexithymia)

Over-identifies with duty — sometimes forgets who she is outside of “Ghost” — just Venus.

idk why you wasted your time reading this but sigh thank you so much for caring and feel free to ask anything😔💔 ✦ Face claim: Ashley judd.

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Lainey Rorke

Birth: 10.10.1975

Place of birth: Houston (Texas)

Nationality: American

Age: 28 (When she died)

Affiliation:

C.I.A

Hair color: Black

Eye color: Dark Brown

Height: 175 cm

Features:

Face Claim: Paget Brewster

Private environment:

Father: Collin Madison (Adoted her) (Sheriff)

Mother: Amaya Almagro

Brother: Diego Almagro

Husband: Gabriel T Rorke

Daughter: Claire Rorke

Lainey was born in Houston Texas. However, she learned early on that her real father was never her biological father. Nevertheless, she received a sheltered upbringing. Her mother stayed at home all the time and looked after Lainey until she finally disappeared one day. Lainey stayed at home alone. Her father came home 12 hours later and found a frightened Lainey.

Lainey started her career with the CIA right out of college.

During training, she had several briefings with special units. Among them was the one where Gabriel Rorke belonged. She had to stand up to the male soldiers early on because they had little respect for her.

Lainey met Gabriel Rorke after a long on/off relationship, they married and had a daughter together whom they named Claire.

Lainey returned to work after only two years and Claire stayed with a nanny when Lainey and Rorke were not at home.

Lainey had a temper and knew how to stand up to the Special Forces Soldiers.

Before you all lynch me. I sat on this character a bit longer because I was a bit dissatisfied. And I hope you all read the oneshot with the date June 31, 2015. Where the information was revealed here and you don't get hit. 😁

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Finished Hesh drawing! 🤍💚 Riley too ^^