#CoD MW2022

[sprout-fics]

Reprieve

(John Price x F! Reader)

(Breaking and Entering Epilogue)

Rating: General Audiences Wordcount: 2.2k Tags: Dad Price, Wife Reader, Fluff, Disgustingly sweet tooth rotting fluff, Some very minor angst, Price's adorable family, Gaz and Soap to the rescue, the boys take care of their captain, Cuddling, Uncle Gaz and Soap Warnings: None A/N: *Drops this and fucks off back to the woods*

Early as Price tends to rise, it’s somehow the girls that wake before him.

He ends up in the desk chair after all, head tucked into his chest, snoozing into his beard, snoring in a way you’ll no doubt chide him for come morning. The soft light of dawn filters through the shades, and the illumination is enough to rouse his daughters, who awake and talk over your still sleeping form with giggling little whispers. 

Eventually they tire of their conversation, and try to rouse you. Still fatigued as you are after a restless night’s sleep, you only encourage them to go back to bed. Unsatisfied, they instead move on to Price, with his feet propped up on the edge of the bed, arms crossed and head down. 

Price has never been a heavy sleeper. The years in the field have trained it out of him. However, the wear of last night’s events press heavy on his shoulders even in slumber, the emotional drain of nearly losing the three of you sapping away the energy he had left after escorting you all to the safety of his quarters. Yet when his two girls giggle and hush each other, gently prod his socked feet still balancing on the bed, he cranes a single, bleary eye open at them, watching them hide smiles behind their hands. 

“Good morning, daddy.” The eldest offers cheerily, still quiet enough to not disturb you. 

Price drags in a long inhale, lifts his head to look at the gray softness of dawn that seeps through the window. 

“Morning indeed.” He offers with a grumble, voice still hoarse with sleep. He allows himself a few more moments before nodding to himself, lowering his feet so he can stretch. There’s more than one joint in his stiff body that pops, and it’s followed by a roll of his neck where the taut muscles of his spine collect, protesting his poor sleeping arrangement. It’s only after he’s finished settling himself that the younger of the two girls clambers into his lap, arranging herself so her nightgown partially covers her frigid legs before offering a pleased sigh. Price settles his arms around her, offering a few rubbing strokes to her legs to warm her and pressing a kiss into her hair.

The girls seem cheery enough, excited by the change in environment- a welcome distraction from the terror of the night before. As his youngest cuddles on his lap, her older sister peruses his bedroom, pokes at the intelligence papers on his desk that he really should have tucked away the night before, but doubts she will be able to read. Price watches her out of the corner of his eye, more focused on the sprawled, sleeping form of you still tucked in his bed. 

Despite all the years he’s spent with you, he never tires of the sight of you, soft and comfortable in his bed, splayed so your head falls against the pillow, eyes fluttered shut and lips parted in sleep. By all accounts you look like a fallen angel, strangely delicate and austere within the realm of your dreams. A warm, familiar fondness falls over Price, eyes softening as he regards you. The gratitude of seeing you safe, relaxed and comfortable after the traumatizing acts of last night is a soothing, needed balm to his frayed nerves as he recalls the sound of the gunshot that could have ended it all.

Yet before the thought can sink its tenterhooks into him any further he watches you stir, eyes shifting beneath your closed gaze before you tilt your head in his direction, instinctively seeking him out. The sudden wave of possession that washes over him at the sight is nearly startling, a fierce, almost untamable instinct that surprises even him. The fact that the first thing you look for in the morning is him sparks something sharp and almost primal- a need to protect, to defend, to shelter and provide. 

It only grows when your eyes focus on him, on the sight of your daughter curled on his lap, a fond, endearing smile tugging at your lips. 

God help him. He thinks, trying not to imagine the reality where he’s without you.

“Good morning, John.” You murmur, and the way Price’s chest clenches is nothing short of painful, a breathlessness stolen by the beautiful sight of you. 

He shifts, carefully deposits the little one on his lap onto the bed so he can brace himself above you, lowering a whiskery kiss down onto your cheek. 

“Good morning.” He replies, voice still dragging in his chest, and you hum, turn your head so you can press a chaste, lingering kiss onto his lips. There’s a distant part of him that wishes you two were alone, so he could allow himself to appreciate you in all the ways he desires. He makes a mental note that, when all of this is settled, to take you on a vacation somewhere for a few days. Just the two of you. 

The thought has to wait, because the youngest rolls over onto you with a little giggle, pleased at your wakefulness, seeking attention. You huff a little and drag her into your arms, offer her a little tickle that has her laughter grow louder. 

There’s a tug on Price’s shirt then, his oldest drawing his attention back to her pinched, pleading expression.

“Daddy, I’m hungry.” She tells him, and Price’s thoughts begin to activate in full, trying to summon logistics, schedules, supplies. 

“Right.” He mutters under his breath, a little lost, trying to find a compass amidst the unusual circumstances. You three can’t go back to the house yet, and the option of taking you down to the base cafeteria is…less than satisfying. Besides, Price doesn’t want his family wandering around the compound in view of God knows who, much less in their night clothes. Plus the girls will be restless soon enough, unaccustomed to this change in routine…

Price pinches the bridge of his nose with a stifled little groan. 

It’s at that moment that someone knocks on the door.

The four of you look up at the sound, and it takes only a moment for your eyes to flit over to him, a vague concern crossing your features. Price nods at you to stay put, gently pushes his eldest towards the bed as well. She gladly climbs into bed, instantly pestering you with questions about where they are, when they’ll get breakfast, who’s at the door.

Price focuses on his visitor, cracking the door open just a few inches to reveal the broadly smiling, sunny face of Soap on the other side. 

“Moooornin’ cap.” He drawls, and that tone speaks of things that are too much to deal with as soon as he’s woken up.

“Can it wait, Soap?” He asks sluggishly, and before Soap can respond a second face pops up beside him. Gaz.

“Actually, cap, we figured you and the girls might need a few things, so we…uh…took the liberty of making a supply run?”

Price blinks, then blinks again, opening the door a little wider as he processes. It’s only then that he notices the shopping bags carried by the two men, as well as a brown paper bag with a familiar logo printed on the front. 

“McDonalds!!” His eldest exclaims, leaping from bed and darting forward before tumbling to a stop at Price’s side, remembering her manners. 

“...Hello.” She offers shyly to the two towering men above her, partially hiding behind Price’s leg. 

Soap and Gaz look at each other. 

Then Soap bends down on one knee so he’s almost eye level with the young girl, offering a kind smile that somehow suits his features perfectly. 

“Hello, lass.” He offers quietly, so as not to startle her. “Glad tae meet ye. My name is Soap-” He pauses to gesture at the other sergeant standing above him a little awkwardly. “-and this is Gaz.”

“Soap?” His daughter giggles adorably, relaxing noticeably. “That’s a funny name.”

Soap grins. 

Then she tugs on Price’s pant leg, looking up at him pleadingly.

“Daddy can I?” She asks, imploring, eyes darting from him to the McDonald’s bag meaningfully. 

Price nods, still reeling a little from it all in his bleary state, and she squeals happily, snatches the happy meal from Soap’s hands and bounces back towards the bed. Price follows her with his gaze, where you’re now sat up against the headboard, looking just as bewildered as he feels. Your eyes dart from him to the men at the door, looking to Price for a cue on how to handle this strange circumstance.

“We also have some clothes and toys.” Gaz offers a bit timidly, the plastic bag rustling as he holds it aloft. He leans to peer past Price, looking at you. “Apologies, ma’am, had to guess your size.”

You shake your head, face falling open with gratitude. “Thank you…Gaz.” You try, and it makes Gaz straighten a little, pleased with himself. 

Price finds himself opening the door for the two, allowing them a rare entrance into his quarters as they deposit their supplies. Soap busies himself with assisting you, ensuring the girls are satisfied with their food, carefully offering you a change of clothes. Price watches him take the liberty of draping a brand new shawl about your shoulders, and then startling at the stormy, warning look on the captain’s face at getting too close, his hands raising in defense. You only laugh, murmur a thank you to Soap, weary but more appreciative than you can profess. 

Price is distracted by Gaz gently pushing a cup of coffee into his hands, a palm settling on his shoulder in a firm reassurance. 

“Ghost’s gone to see about some arrangements.” He tells his captain softly so you can’t hear. “Seeing if he can convince the base commander to get some temporary housing for you all.”

Price’s chest swells with an immense gratitude, one that chokes his throat. He offers only a numb little nod to his sergeant, who’s eyes soften in understanding. Yet then a wry sort of humor passes over his gaze. 

“He also didn’t want to spook the girls with his grim reaper get-up.” He adds, and Price nearly splutters on his coffee. Gaz laughs, claps him on the shoulder heartily.

Price sips his coffee, watching his two girls converse seriously over the toys included in their meals placed on your lap, with you carefully reminding them to thank the two sergeants once more. 

Soap comes up on his other side, giving the three of you some space, crossing his arms and tilting his head over to his captain. 

“What are their names?” He asks quietly, and Price glances at him out of the corner of his eyes at the mischievous little smirk pulling at the corner of Soap’s mouth. 

Price clears his throat, and one by one nods to the three most important girls in his life. 

“Mary.” He announces quietly, looking to his eldest. “Alice.” To her younger sister. 

And you. 

You, his beloved wife, his preciously kept secret, the thing that convinced him that maybe, in this world of evil and violence he lives in, that there’s still happiness left for him.

There’s a profound, blissful silence that washes over Price’s small quarters, beautiful and tender and far, far more than he deserves. There’s things he wants to say, wants to explain to the two men beside him, but the grace of their presence leaves him strangely wordless, faltering in his own attempts to speak. 

“Thank you.” He declares at last, voice a little choked in a way he knows they’ll tease him about later. 

“Always, cap.” Gaz declares beside him, equally soft, gracious and understanding. 

The silence settles once more, and Price watches you as you listen to something your youngest has said, head tilting back in twinkling laughter. You look at him then, and the utter adoration, the thankfulness and love in your eyes nearly sends him to his knees. 

“They’re beautiful.” Soap murmurs, only loud enough for Price to hear.

“They are.” Price agrees, swallowing down a thickness in his throat that rises with emotion. 

There are days sometimes where he has to convince himself what he does in his work is right, stares into his blood streaked palms and tells himself it’s to create a world where his girls can grow up safe. He reminds himself as he snaps bones, fires shot after shot, walks away from scarred battlefields wrought by his hands. 

By all means necessary, he thinks. Whatever it takes.

He’d burn the world to ashes to keep you all safe.

He doesn’t deserve you three, he knows that. It’s selfish of him to have this in the shadow of all the lives he’s taken, the things he’s destroyed. Yet despite the blood on his hands, the violence that’s long since weaved its way into his blood, you take him in your hands and lift him to your waiting lips, bestowing upon him endless grace and love that threatens to crack his heart open just so there’s another place to hold you.

Maybe he doesn’t deserve it. Maybe he hasn’t yet earned this thing before him, with your beautifully fond eyes looking down at the world the two of you have created. Despite it all, despite the things Price has done, the things he’s yet to do…

He wants it. 

[mutantthedark]

Happy friday, folks! I have an annoucement to make...

Next month I'm not gonna post anything because of exams (っ◞‸◟ c) BUT... there are some exciting news!

Since one of you really curious about Sigma more...

I'M PLANNING TO WRITE HER STORY SOON!! ٩(^ᗜ^ )و ´-

You'll find out how she met Soap and the others, she'll face the dangerous situations, betrayal... and her childhood... how her parents were killed...

But don't get confused if I change the story a little bit because I'm planning to! But please, bare with me, like I said before, I'm not a good writer and my English is really bad...

Have a lazy drawing poster of her! (I wasn't in the mood to put colors)

Without the brave efforts of all the soldiers, sailors, airmen, and marines and their families, this Nation, along with our allies around the world, would not stand so boldly, shine so brightly and live so freely. - Lane Evans

[crowdiminico]

Dad things Sandman says/does because he's a total dad™ :

He leans on doorframes, crosses his arms and asks "You okay?" when Roach is upset.

Makes sure everyone has eaten breakfast - can't go out working on an empty stomach.

"I'm not talking as his Commanding Officer, I'm saying, as his DAD, I don't think-"

Stands on the porch in the middle of a hurricane, hands on hips and says "Yep, looks like rain."

Takes Nacho for a walk and converses with the neighborhood dog mums (they think he's hot - he is oblivious).

"Ro'... Roach don't- Roach! Oh my god- GARY DON'T YOU EVEN THINK ABOUT IT-"

So many puns. Sometimes he says them ironically, but sometimes he just can't help himself.

"Simon, if anything happens to my kid; I'm going to shove that mask so far up your ass, you'll be able to cough it up. You understand?"

Talks in baby voice to Nacho - because he's the bestest boy, oh yes he is, Nacho is the goodest doggo in the world, oh yes yes he deserves all the treats.

Constantly living heart attack after heart attack because of his and Roach's occupation.

He's Roach's father before everything else - he will always prioritise his son and makes it very clear to the people he works with.

[axellion]

okay the new mw2 season event is pissing me off a little. my friend talked to me about it and it’s really awful what they’re doing.

they’re trying to redeem graves by making him work with FARAH AND ALEX.

FARAH.

WHOSE BROTHER USED BIOLOGICAL WEAPONRY.

IN WHAT WORLD WOULD SHE BE OKAY WITH THIS?

[keiossance]

It's been a while since I made a prompt so,

Here's a personally crafted one for the popular power "Lt. 💀 & Sgt. 🧼" couple ft. Sgt. Gaz.

Enjoy 👌🏻

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*Ghost literally doing paperwork or something*

Soap, mumbles: Steamin' hell, how I would love to break him..

Gaz, looks at him dead in the eye: What?

Soap, being frantic: I-I said, boy how I would love to date him-

Gaz, not having it: ...h u h

Soap, flustered at this point: WAIT WAIT, What I meant was-

S-StEaMin'bLoOdyJeSusHoWIwOuLdhAtEHiMsOMUcH!hAhAhAhaHaHAHAha-

W-WHAT'S THAT?COMINGCAPTAIN..

*walks away...wherever he's going*

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Gaz, sighs: *grins*...Talk about a bad lair

Ghost (under the mask), facepalms but cheeks blushing: Hmm...

[shinmiyovvi]

「Call of Duty Modern Warfare Original Character Info」

GENERAL INFORMATION

NAME: Noemi Rayne G. Trinidad

CODE NAME: “Soro” (Fox in Filipino)

AGE: 31

GENDER: Female

SEXUALITY: Heterosexual

D.O.B.: [REDACTED]

P.O.B.: Davao City, Philippines

NATIONALITY: Filipino

ALIA(SES): 

Bravo 0-9, Ghost 0-5

Noemi, Emi, Rayne, Ren (By her family, relatives, and friends)

Ma’am, Captain (By Gaz)

Capt, Capt. Soro (By Soap)

Sea girl, Nomi, Show off (By Ghost)

Soro, Love, Ray (By Price)

Zorro, hermana (By Alejandro)

Kapitan Trinidad (By Rudy)

OCCUPATION: Military personnel from the AFP Light Reaction Regiment, an associate member of Task Force 141.

RANK: 2nd Lieutenant (2012-2015), Captain (2015-present)

LANGUAGES SPOKEN: Cebuano and Filipino as her mother tongue, English as her third language as she is a polyglot but limited.

AFFILIATIONS: Armed Forces of the Philippines, Philippine Scout Rangers, Light Reaction Regiment, Task Force 141, Coalition, Armistice, JTF - Ghost Team, SpecGru

APPEARANCE

HEIGHT: 5’9” (175 cm)

WEIGHT: 141 lbs (64 kg)

EYE COLOR: Dark brown

HAIR COLOR: Black

HAIR STYLE: Shoulder-length (2019), Overgrown Boy Cut (2022)

BODY TYPE: Hourglass

BUILD: Lean and muscular

BLOOD TYPE: A+

DISTINGUISHABLE FEATURES: Has a scar on her right cheek and the lower left part of her neck. She also has scars on both of her arms, which she mostly wears long sleeves.

FACE CLAIM: Jane de Leon (Images below)

FAMILY

SIBLINGS: 1

STATUS: Youngest daughter of the Gerardo-Trinidad Family

FATHER: Ramon O. Trinidad

AGE: 60

HEIGHT: 5'6" (167 cm)

OCCUPATION: Retired AFP Soldier as he works as a carpenter for their shop.

MOTHER: Paulina G. Trinidad

AGE: 57

HEIGHT: 5'4" (162 cm)

OCCUPATION: Housewife

BROTHER: Leonardo Eric G. Trinidad

AGE: 34

HEIGHT: 5'11" (180 cm)

OCCUPATION: Architect

SKILLS AND ABILITIES

FIGHTING STYLE: Any but most likely uses Muay Thai and Arnis (If she found a pair of sticks)

WEAPON OF CHOICE: Any as she uses a throwing knife to take down enemies silently.

ABILITIES: Can be a translator and a recon sniper due to her experience back in 2016.

SPECIALTIES: Stealth, Espionage, and Hacking to infiltrate unauthorized areas.

PERSONALITY

POSITIVE:

Intelligent: Noemi is one of the smartest students in the class who mostly competes in quiz bees as she receives a lot of rewards from her competitions and also excels in her class.

Boyish: She spends time with her brother and her male friends and she has different interests and traits, unlike other girls around her subdivision.

Good tactician and thinks logically: After becoming the lieutenant, she uses her wits and observation around her as she will find an advantage for her and her squadmates of when to attack or when to fall back. With her being the mentee of the former captain, she took note of how her lieutenant led them to victory.

A loving friend and daughter: Despite her stern, relaxed, and laid-back personality, she is nothing more than a friend you can always rely on. She is a loving and caring daughter to her family in which she tends to overwork herself just to get the right amount of money to provide her parents for their needs. 

Dutiful with her occupation: Noemi is very dedicated to her job as a soldier in her country even if what she entered is a life-and-death situation. She mostly escapes her near-death experiences during the siege after their deployment in 2017. Noemi has no hesitation in killing her targets, as long as she knows what their wrongdoings are, she won't think twice to kill them in an instant.

Can crack jokes: If she ever feels like lighting up the mood, Noemi won't hesitate to brighten up the spirit of her fellow soldiers with some jokes.

NEGATIVE:

Has trust issues: Noemi tends to have trust issues and is also cautious when choosing the right people to trust.

Weighing some guilt inside her: After losing some of her friends during her career, she couldn't help but distinguish self-guilt from what happened to them.

Getting out of control of her emotions, especially anger: Noemi tends to bottle up her emotions, which she would snap at any time, and manages to go feral.

An expert in manipulation and deception: Noemi is capable of manipulating and deceiving people in order to acquire intel. She may act natural but deep down she was using them for extracting information.

TRIVIA

Noemi is the lead guitarist for the school's band which joins the battle of the bands.

Her favorite activities in school are Intramurals, quiz bees, band performances, and sports fest.

She likes to play video games during her free time during her off duty and sometimes she would draw on her journal to pass the time.

Noemi never shares her music taste with anyone but she listens to Jpop, Kpop, OPM, Pop, Pop Rock, Punk Rock, Rap, and Alternative Rock.

Noemi was known for being the smartest student who tends to sleep during class and answers questions without even trying to be attentive during the discussion sometimes.

BACKGROUND

Noemi is the youngest of the Gerardo-Trinidad family and was born to have an inspiration to be a soldier because of her father's past. Although her parents wanted her to be a nurse, she declined and was eager to pursue her dream of being a soldier and fighting for her country. Noemi is a talented and intelligent child who tends to join quiz bees as she is also an athlete at her alma mater. She is the captain, and outside hitter of her volleyball team, and the small forward of the basketball team. She also joins badminton and sepak takraw competitions, and everyone looks up to her as one of the athletic students in her school. After graduating high school, she passed the PMA exam and strived hard to finish her military training. Noemi joined the AFP and then proceeded to join the Scout Rangers to get the Scout Rangers Qualification Badge in order for her to join the Light Reaction Regiment. Before she joined LRR, she embarked on missions that molded her as a soldier and took down notes about becoming a leader from her captain. She lost her comrades during the Siege of Marawi she looks at them as her brothers-in-arms and a family. In 2019, Noemi became an associate member before the formation of Task Force 141 after Laswell introduced her to Price and Gaz as she continued to work in TF141.

Images for the gif above (From left to right):

MW1 (Left), MW2 (Center), MW3 (Right)

[heartfulsweetn]

reboot makarov is SO DAMN UGLY!!!!

[imjustsocute]

Would you like to try it? (Sorry I'm late.😋)

I know I know it's too late for this meme, but I want to make this anyway.

Sorry, I didn't update this blog for so long because the project school and midterm exams kept me busy the whole month. So tired. However, I made it!! All of the projects and midterm exams it's finally over. Thanks For Waiting for Me! Love you guys 😘 😘 😘

Bonus:

4 weeks later

[t0yearnf0r]

I’m still obsessing over how they’re going to fit roach into the Modern Warfare reboot because like,,,,,they can’t just NOT include him!!! they can’t CUT HIM OUT,,,,,he’s my fave little guy,,,Gary Sanderson

[felix-best-boy]

Garden Talk (COD)

so this is not what im known for on here but its the only place i write so im posting it here. this is a domestic piece between @tactical-whorefare​​ ‘s oc, Doll, and König (MW2). i love them a lot so i really enjoyed making this. its more of a descriptive story piece that other fanfics but i like it so whatever.  

König had never been socially accepted. Always a struggle to fit in or find where he belonged. The amount of times he felt welcomed somewhere, being able to fit on a single set of fingers. Most recent being his mission in Korea, tasked with his team to take down an ever growing problem with their mafia. Though the welcoming aspect wasn’t with the mission itself but rather a certain woman he met there. Sara “Doll” Sjögren. He had never met someone so vibrant and loving as she is. She lit up the room simply with her presence and he couldn’t ask for a better friend. This feeling only amplified when she had invited him to her home back in Norway. Being further North, Norway was noticeably colder than Austria was, especially in the month of December. The contrast between the cool Winter and her warm flat were almost night and day, the warmth not only in temperature but radiated in décor as well. It was a simple one bedroom flat, a homely living room with a kitchenette in the corner of the room. Scared to move in such a small space, scared he might break everything in sight. The main almost exclusively in the color green, not the walls but the several house plants scattered across the room, almost resembling a greenhouse. Even with them being on a mission in Korea, they are all perfectly cared for. Most likely by the many members of her family, living close by. His time spent visiting her inviting apartment was a dream. It was hard to stay away from each other for any period of time, small touches just to move about the room. And of course, they talked for hours on end about anything and everything. From her family to her love of plants. Though it wasn’t that hard to guess, just from looking around the room. It was nice to hear her explain all of the plants she has, their botanical names, as well as the names she’s personally given each of them. His personal favorite was Oskar, which she labeled as Devil’s Ivy. Soon after their conversations König found himself looking around the room, wishing he could give her more space for all her plants.

“I want to make a garden for you.” He slips out, not really thinking about what he said, but when she’s silent he can’t help but look to her. She’s staring up to meet his gaze, her jaw nearly touching the ground as it hangs open in awe. “What?” He blinks in confusion. "I could lift up your sniper hood like it's a wedding veil and kiss you right now." Doll blurts out, making König laugh. It might make things awkward, but their feelings had only been ramping since Korea so he doesn’t even hesitate to lose this chance. He pulls over his hood, not even giving her an opportunity to be surprised by the looks of him before placing a small peck against her lips. He pulls away slightly trying to gauge her reaction, meeting with the most beautiful eyes, filled with so much admiration. “You can not back out now, you owe me a garden.” They both smile before she pulls him by the collar, sealing the deal with another kiss. —----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

It had been a bit of waiting and planning, but after a little over a year they had found the perfect little country side house. Surrounded by greenery before they even had the chance to start the garden. Doll was buzzing with excitement as they started moving in, it made König smile when he could tell when ideas were being planned behind her sparkling eyes. It only made him fall in love with her more every passing day. 

The garden felt like an even longer wait, getting the house was indeed a longer process but now she can almost feel the garden in her grasp. He knew it made her crazy to wait but the season had to be just right. And when it was, nothing stopped her, even starting a few days early because “it couldn’t hurt” to start ahead. He found it endearing, much like everything she did. The times in their garden were always well spent. She would tend to every plant, making sure each one was in perfect condition before moving onto the next. The task took hours at a time but never a single moment was regretted. In this time of course he was helping but he also found time to work on his own projects. Sketching bugs.  A long time hobby, matching perfectly with Sara’s, almost worked too perfectly in their favor. Finally having the perfect environment for every subject he could ever ask for, mixing with the love of his life. Some sketches even spared for when the sun fell against her skin just perfectly, the only time he could truly capture her essence without a interruption.

As time continued, their garden season was soon coming to an end, as winter neared. Any greenery that couldn’t survive the weather had to be moved indoors, which was most, unsurprising to them both. With the last plant repotted, he can tell she feels melancholy. The warm sun, which began to set, off put the cold weather and colder emotion. So many memories that would have to wait until next spring, but maybe he could pull out one last one. The sun was shining against Sara as if it was the first and last time, all at once, and König couldn’t think of a better person to be with and this moment would never be one he forgets.

“Sara Sjögren.” His use of her full name makes her full stop on the stoop of the house. Turning back to face him, she’s surprised enough to nearly drop the last plant in her hands. Just a step below her was König on one knee, holding the most beautiful ring she had ever witnessed. The height of the step not making much of a difference, even with him kneeling, to anyone outside this moment might look weird. Yet, to them, it was perfect. “Would you please do me the greatest honor of being my perfect sunflower for the rest of time?” It was cheesy, but it was them. “Of course.” She nods slowly, her smile brighter than anything he’s ever seen before. She carefully places the plant on the step above her, a glimpse of happy tears as she does so, before full force jumping into his arms. He catches her with a small grunt before nuzzling into her hair, no one would ever be able to put his sun shine away, even as the harsh winter takes over the garden. 

[sprout-fics]

I keep thinking about the way people write Ghost as a Dom.

There’s a tendency in the x reader part of this fandom to write CoD men as very dominant, kinky, rough, degrading kind of personas. I like the idea of a dominant character about as much as the next smut writer, but I’ve noticed a tendency for folks to really lean into this, and make characters (mostly Ghost) almost malicious in his sex acts. It sits wrong with me because Simon is a victim of some pretty horrific sexual assault in his original comics, and also someone we see who has compassion and tries extremely hard to distance himself from his traumatic past. 

However, I also feel like there is a way for Ghost to be involved in dominancy and kink without it being completely antithetical to his character. This is my personal interpretation, trying to closely keep in mind Simon’s past, and you are free to disagree with it. However I think the idea of Simon finding kink/dominancy as a way of reclaiming his sexuality after his trauma is deeply fascinating, and worth exploring.

(TW: Discussions of consent violation and sexual trauma)

Ghost experienced sexual assault in his comics tied to the original series, for those of you who may not know. I’ll spare the details, as I’ve been over this several times before. Like many sexual assault survivors, he has nightmares from his time being tortured. It’s pretty easy to conclude from this that Simon has a complicated relationship with sex. I adore soft Simon, I think the pieces of Simon getting emotional during very tender sex are some of my favorites. I also think there’s layers to character interpretation.

It’s not uncommon for survivors of trauma, sexual or otherwise, to try and use kink as an emotional and physical outlet to work through severe emotions. Kink offers a safe, controlled context for sexual trauma survivors to reclaim sexual confidence and comfort. While sexual trauma like assault is a non-consensual seizure of power and dominance, power exchange in a safe, kinky setting can be a consensual, healthy practice to reframe sexual trauma. Kink centers and emphasizes communication and consent which are vital tenets of any healthy sex. (Source)

For Simon, what happened to him was a complete lack of control which led to physical, emotional, and psychological harm. So, for me, it makes complete sense he would approach kink/BDSM practices through the lens of dominance, where the exchange is focused on retaining control rather than the surrender of control. Personally, I think Simon would be very very hard pressed to ever be a sub, and would only consider it with someone who he trusts with not just his life, but his mental well-being, which for him is a very challenging task.

The idea of Simon being involved in kink related dominancy (Side note, there’s is a difference between someone saying they like to be dominant in bed vs identifying as a ‘Dom’, which I see many many writers make the mistake of) can, to me, be seen as a safe way to explore sex following the events in the comics. Responsible Doms hold consent sacred, and know that partners invest a significant amount of trust in them to keep them safe during kink related activities, sexual or otherwise. It isn’t uncommon for BDSM dynamics to form ‘contracts’ that outline things that are completely off the table. Safewords are an absolute must, and must be respected at all times. 

Note: Dominancy =/= Rough, degrading, hair pulling sex. Dominancy can be deeply psychological, in learning your partner’s mannerisms, wants, desires, and most importantly their triggers. 

There’s often very definitively laid out boundaries between partners, and it goes both ways. Ex: you may not like being called degrading names. For Simon (In my personal opinion) I think this involves a refusal to bottom, being restrained, and other things that may invoke triggers related to his trauma. A lot of concepts revolving around BDSM ( (SSC) Safe, Sane, Consensual / (RACK) Risk-Aware Sexual Kink) emphasize and hold accountability for both partners to communicate clearly with each other and respect these clearly set boundaries while being aware of the acts they are involved in. 

I think this sense of rules, consent, guidelines, contracts, and boundaries of how to participate in kink is fairly relieving for Simon. It provides a clear framework of how to approach his partners and ensure both their safety and his own. I feel like Simon is very hesitant about the idea of dominance, because he often fears perpetuating behaviors his abusers committed against him. So this covenant of etiquette towards partners provides a much needed structure for him to work in. If he’s a man of routine (which personally, I like to think so. He’s in the military, which tends to do that to you) and it is deeply relieving for him, because it acts almost like a boundary that prevents him from abusing his partners. So Simon doing research into BDSM/Kink etiquette is totally feasible in my mind, especially when we take into a concept of him using largely agreed upon guidelines and suggestions to allow him space to reclaim his sexuality without it turning into a victim to abuser scenario. (There’s also room to be explored regarding Ghost and protocol based BDSM dynamics within this same vein, but that’s a different essay)

(Another side note: It is easy for abusers to take advantage of victims by concealing themself behind being a Dom. However, this is why concepts such as contracts, SSC, and RACK exist, to help mitigate instances of this. If you are interested in these types of dynamics, please please do some responsible research to know how to spot people like this)

There’s a lot of nuance to this idea. However, I have seen some AMAZING fics explore this concept of Simon being a responsible Dom while also keeping in mind he is a deeply complicated person with a complex history. Simon’s sexual assault does not define his character, but it is an important facet to it considering that the trauma of his torture formed him into the character we are introduced to- a man who burned his past but continues to carry it with him in the form of a mask designed to separate himself from others. 

Here’s some fic recs that explore or touch on this topic, thanks for reading:

Surviving You - WhisperedWords12: SoapGhost BDSM AU that provides a great understanding of consensual dynamics, contracts, consent, subdrop/domdrop, and touches on how irresponsible dominant partners can leave lasting, scarring impressions on their partners

Exfilitration - Vedettare: Similar concept in that Ghost assists Soap through subdrop, and realizes he may be poorly handling the way he engages in his and Soap’s dynamic, which he tries to rectify (Ongoing)

Mine and Yours - Artemis_Neardos: Again, SoapGhost, simultaneously explores Ghost as a Dom as well as his relationship with his trauma, and does a very good job doing so. Bonus: Dom/Sub AleRudy. This series involves under negotiated kink at the beginning, which improves later. Mind the tags

Disclaimer: I am not an expert in this area. I am relaying things I have learned. I encourage you, if you are interested, to do your own research and read critically the things that are available to you. Never engage with partners who do not respect your consent

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This is a sketch of my call of duty's character. If you want to know more, let me know hehe

How I love this brush omg😭

[crowdiminico]

Different ways Roach and Sandman address eachother, in private and on duty, because they're family™ :

How Sandman addresses Roach:

Roach

Ro'

Gary

Gar

"Hey, kid..."

"GARETH JAMES YOU GET BACK HERE-"

How Roach addresses Sandman:

Sandman

Sand / Sandy

Dadman

Mike

Boss (Grinch is a bad influence)

"Of course Sir, Mr Michael Enoch Sanderson, Sir" "Really Ro'? Bringing out the full name?"

*softly* "Dad..."

Extras (all in jest and good humour because they have a good relationship) :

"You're such an arsehole..." "No - you're the ASShole."

"Mr Sanderson." *nodding* "Mr Sanderson."

"This is Gary. He's my mini-me." "Yeah, I'm - wait what?"

"Sanderson?" "Yes?" "Yeah?" "Sergeant Sanderson." "...." "I need the American one..." "Well technically I'm-" "Yeah no, Ro' I think Ghost means me."

[duskvivie]

New Sona Soon To Be Suit!

I ended up buying a pair of Fursuit paws from a very lovely Fursuit Maker (NaritaCoree) during this year's Kumoricon! I officially made a sona to go along with those pair of paws I bought.

A Dragon based off of the loveable and popular COD character, Ghost. And yes the design was clearly based on the MW2 2022 version.

I plan to have him turned into a suit soon! I plan to commission Nari for the head and sleeves while I commission another maker for the bottom half of the suit! I plan to get the vest elsewhere and alter it myself.

Hope ya'll like his look!

[unincised]

Taking in that Alaskan air

Inspired by Not Alone by Ctankep. This fic is the cause of my brain rot, but I can’t complain. Timelapse under the cut!

Around 47 hours in Procreate, wrapped up in five minutes. Featuring Netrum’s ‘Shivers’ and ‘Colorblind’ because I basically looped those songs while drawing. Also, I hid the snow flurries after exporting cause I didn’t like it.

[milolov3nutella]

Idk, just drawing an oc