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im workin on a little something

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evil..

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binghost sketch from a while ago

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Halcyon

A/N: Hello!!!💛💛I haven’t proofread this or anything, so I’m sorry if it’s all over the place or is bad. Mostly wrote this at night so forgive spelling, grammar, and formatting mistakes. I’m new to this stuff so… uhm… I’m a little nervous to share but alas this is for me to spill my thoughts so… yeah! 😅 Enjoy <3 Also yes, this is the draft that I lost T-T

(Please no one steal or copy any of this! I worked really hard and it’s be a real bummer😭💕)

Years of being in the military had long since stripped away any autonomy Simon Riley had possessed. He became a husk of the man, a mere shadow of who he’d once been.

A ghost.

Simon stopped caring about what people thought of him. Why did it matter what they said or believed? He was good at his job and that was all that really mattered to him. Years ago, when he was younger, he learned that it was pointless to make friends on the force, so why even try to keep face?

His name had been associated with sanguinary and brutality for longer than he could keep track of. As the time passed, he felt as if he was becoming what his peers perceived him as. Synonymous with the rumors, indistinguishable from his reputation: a ruthless, cold, heartless killer. A man that lived and thrived off the bloodshed and chaos he constructed around him.

Even his own team believed that notion, even if they didn’t outwardly express it. It was his brand, his label, his trademark. He couldn’t change it, even if he wanted to— which he didn’t.

Life was simpler that way. When he could convince himself that he was just an aimless vessel living solely to kill and bring forth ruination. He felt no indignation towards the opinions he had been deduced too. It was just life for him.

That was until he met her.

A new transfer to the unit, hand picked by Laswell herself to function as a new medic. Years of experience under her belt had made her invaluable.

Sergeant A. Balik of the 22nd SAS regiment. A seasoned combat medic who went by Bingo, as Price explained the day before her arrival. He mentioned that he had worked with her before, a couple missions here and there. He knew her work and was clearly impressed.

Ghost couldn’t help but sit up a little straighter. He could hear the clear admiration in his captain’s voice and how he praised the new member.

When he did finally meet her, outside of the stuffy conference room the next morning, she was anything but impressive. An average sized woman clad in a standard uniform with a bulky jacket and a plain balaclava. He paused when he looked at her eyes, a strange contrast between them. One was a pale blue while the only was a honey brown— maybe hazel? Interesting, he mused to himself.

He stared at her, sizing her up. There was no need for introductions— that would come later.

Underwhelming. That was the word to describe her. Ghost didn’t doubt her abilities, but she was generally unremarkable.

The introduction meeting was short and simple, mostly Price talking as he rambled off a quick rundown of each team member and their specialties. Soap and Gaz warmly welcomed her to the team and Ghost just grunted a quick welcome before taking his leave.

He was a busy man with things to do. He had met her and there was no need for him to spend any more time on it.

Over the next couple weeks, he opted to observe her from a distance: get of feel of what she was like before he made any moves to spark up conversation.

Something about her caught his attention. She was receptive, but never returned any conversational emotion. She carried herself with an air of confidence, but always folded under the command and word of anyone.

It was like she was trying to hide herself, shrink away from any speculation by always be fucking acquiescent to everything.

Naturally, he pried Laswell for her personal file.

How could he not?

He got it with little to no questions asked and he skimmed through it as best he could with all the redacted information. It was to be expected, most operations debriefs were high profile and wouldn’t simply be accessible to anyone.

What he did find, however, were some old medical records. There was one incident in the earlier logs of her medical history.  A long hospital stay due to intense bodily trauma. Some facial and torso injuries, but they were vague. After that, nothing interesting, just some antibiotic prescriptions and minor injuries. Finding nothing worth his interest, he returned the file and went on with life.

Months passed and missions flew by as the team got closer and closer. Ghost still kept a distance but he found himself able to enjoy her silence. What he didn’t enjoy, however, was how her gaze, which had once been occupied on the other two sergeants, had shifted to him as of late.

Analytic and scrutinizing, it picked him apart and read him like a damn book. It was as if she was dissecting and studying every little detail about him.

At first, he hated it. Hated seeing the gears turn. Hated knowing that she was categorizing him. Hated the idea that her mind was focused on him.

But then he began to not mind it— practically seeking out her attention. It was almost exciting for him— to know she was thinking about   him and it was him occupying her mind.

As time progressed, he found himself lying in bed night after night, sleep eluding him as his mind flooded with images of her. Her soft voice, each word meticulously picked and spoken with careful consideration. And fuck, the breathy chuckles that slipped out whenever Soap made a shitty joke.

Ghost found himself slowly becoming enthralled with her. He practically forced himself to have and hold conversations, craving her company. He found himself staring, entranced by her. Even covered in blood and grime, she still managed to suck the air from his lungs and the thoughts from his brain, leaving nothing but herherher behind in his tattered, broken body.

He was scared of these new feelings, unease and anxiety prickling up his spine every time he found himself getting too lost in a day dream. Every time he realized his gaze was lingering a moment too long. Yet he never found the courage to try and stop the rampaging emotions that swirled inside him. The truth was, he didn’t want to.

He would never admit it, but deep down, with all that had happened in his life, he welcomed the strange feeling of… love? Devotion? Lust? He didn’t know what it was, but it felt bloody good to want someone the way he wanted her.

Suddenly he didn’t want to conform to the rumors and assumptions. He wanted her to see him as human, not some brute who lives solely to bring about the ruin of others.

In the short time she’d been there, she had ruined him— complicated his life and tore down almost everything he thought he knew.

And all without even knowing she’d done it.

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help guys i private-d a post because i didn’t proofread it and i cant unprivate it 🙁🙁 its been like 4 months

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jjust messed up the entire writing part because tumblr on phone is a bitch :,)

writing will be delayed

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Alright gang (i say to my tiny following)

I’m cooking up some emotionally constipated ghost right now and i want opinions. I was originally planning to add in my oc (since it’s kinda a whole story i have between them) but i dont know if people will enjoy that ( I promise she’s not one of those weird oc’s)

I could also run with a sort of x reader type beat (the use of you, your, etc) with a slight influence of the lore and background of my oc and her callsign. Of course no overly physical description (i promise i will try not to, its my first time really writing) but i did want some opinions.

I dont know if im big enough to even have people religiously checking my page, but sorry for not posting— classes have been a bit hard

i love everyone who has liked and reblogged my art 🥹❤️ ive been really shy to post it and i appreciate the love

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Eugh I haven’t posted in so long but U also haven’t drawn any COD characters in a long time😔🙏 Here’s an oc scene from mw3 (With my oc Bingo!!)

It’s kinda old but yknow🥂

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"I fucking killed you"

THE CROW (2024) - Dir. Rupert Sanders

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okay so I got a LOT of positive responses to my last post and although it was like… 30 likes, it still means a lot to me that people liked my ideas so here’s my shifter/hybrid au thoughts for ghost and kinda price

NOTE: I have some COD ocs that i’ve fit into this au. pls let me know if you are interested in hearing abt them🙏🙏😭

so ghost and price have a pretty close relationship and it probably expands outside of just the captain-lieutenant respect system. i like to imagine that they are in like a close brotherhood. SO, i tried to implement that into my little au 👏👏 they are both lions since male lions sometimes form close brotherhood bonds and in lion prides they can function in a similar leader-right hand man dynamic.

ghost is a transvaal lion, specifically one with a really light pigmentation (where it almost looks white kinda?) his callsign would come from when he carried our his solo attack on roba. obviously honoring the original origin of his name (how he basically came back from the dead) but also because in the middle of the night this giant, white furred creature just appeared and took out almost everyone.

price is barbary lion (north african lion). he’s a very big cat and takes very very very good care of his mane— like to the point where it’s ALMOST excessive. when he first found ghost after the whole roba thing, he took him under his wing and they formed a close brother-like bond (older brother and younger brother type of thing)

im a little conflicted because bears also fit them very well but do do lions so idk. if they were bear shifters/hybrids, ghosts would he a polar bear (big big boy) and price would be a brown bear. its late and my brain is all over the place i dunno

i hope this makes sense im absolutely horrible and getting my thoughts into words 😭😭😭

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drew a little lion ghost sketch for my au (i also drew him in a couple of my other aus if you guys want to see 😚)

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Some people wanted to see the ghosts I drew in some of my other aus so here :)

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Hi!

I’m looking to take some writing reqs for cod characters!!

Wont: NSFW (yet), mcd

Will: SFW, fluff, au, angst

I will write for any 141 but that’s it (might do other characters later but 141 are the main ones I can write well for rn)

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the world: please don’t be a cunty werewolf crawling out of the shadows

me:

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I was just sitting around earlier and I had the MOST JUICY thought about an obsessed!soap and good lord he’s so deranged I love it like it’s not even okayyyyy

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YOU SHUT UP IM sCREAMING I HATE YOU SO MUCH (MARRY ME)

my fellow people.

how delicious would it be if you as a brand new pornstar, were able to pull the fabled Ghost out of retirement?

he's a fucking legend, yeah?

hung like a horse, knows a woman's body better than his own- i'm talking like, celebrities pay this man to fuck them, and he's seen one little video of you.

he's itching to feel you around him, ah- he'd make you sing.

so he pulls some strings and manages to get a shoot with you.

and of course, you readily agree.

you've no clue that this man is going to ruin you for literally everyone else.