#Cod Gromsko

[yooo-lets-go]

Some background character somewhere: is named John Kowalsky

Me: 👀👀😳🇵🇱🇵🇱🦅🇵🇱??

Misja „Alone” to był po prostu szybki spacer po Sosnowcu

[ivrxquack]

They definitely stink when it’s cold and it’s even worse in the summer but it’s ok cause they’re my stinky wittle kittens

[vasyandii]

Giving The CoD Men Icks

But its only the ones I care about and it's based off of vibes (just for funsies!)

[Characters Included: Krueger, König,Gromsko, Nikto, Bale]

KRUEGER:

Messy eater, forgets to use a napkin because he's used to just eating under his mask

Overall just a very messy person, dirty clothes, etc. Stuff accumulates in his room

Highkey condescending?? Like if you were having trouble with a new weapon he would be like "you don't know how to use it?"

Anger issues, has not been to Anger management about it

Takes pictures like a Facebook dad. You know what I mean

KÖNIG:

Messy eating just runs in the family huh. He definitely chews hella loud and speaks with his mouth full

He's not funny, like his humor might pander to very few people so whenever he tells a joke the other KorTac ops just kinda go 😐👀 "okay buddy"

Anger issues, has been to Anger management

Mansplains, Unintentionally

Probably has gone a few days without brushing his teeth on multiple occasions

GROMSKO:

None, he is perfect

Millennial humour (derogatory)

Uses Facebook

"Yeah I'm 6'3, not a big deal tho (it is, please Date me)"

Mumbles like he knows the lyrics to a song

NIKTO:

Has said a slur before. Just look at him and tell me this mf hasn't bc he definitely has

Type of guy who makes fun of your interests even if he obviously knows you like it

Dirty nails, dawg does not clean his gear what makes you think he'll clean his hands

Does not use the right (you're, your), (to, too, two), (there, they're, their)

Watched Breaking Bad and related to Walter White

BALE:

calls dogs "doggos" or "puppos"

If you're dating him he's gonna want you to call him some stupid corny shit like "bubbas" 💀

Favourite movie is The Matrix but not for the right reasons

[papaver-decervicatus]

Headcanons- Sobieslaw "Gromsko" Kościuszko

Is not-so-secretly displeased that no one can pronounce his name. He is absolutely a Polish Culture fanatic and is incredibly patriotic. It bothers him that people either can’t or aren’t willing to learn how to say his name. 

For this reason, a quick way to get in his good books is to practice his name and get it right to him. If a pretty girl does it, he’s not-so-subtly hearing wedding bells. 

Lowkey misogynist, very traditional

Wants a wife and kids. No kids are a deal breaker for him. 

Wants a wife who will clean and cook for him when he can fix stuff around the house and earn income with the military

Grew up with 4 siblings, two brothers, and two sisters, they all have the most Polish names imaginable. 

Desperately wants at least three kids.

Generally very outgoing and boisterous. Is commonly told that he’s “too loud”

His response is to smile and laugh even louder than previously. 

The exception to this is when he’s embarrassed, which is incredibly infrequent. He will get quiet and turn red if he does anything particularly stupid

He bought a copy of Silence of the Lambs thinking it was a field cooking guide. He gets genuinely flustered when people bring it up

Reads a lot in his off time, and learned English from reading almost exclusively 

As such he mispronounces words in ways that people that learned from English speakers typically don’t, like pronouncing “chassis” like “chass-iss” not “chass-ee”

If anyone brings it up he blue screens for a second and argues back that that makes no sense and why can’t it be phonetic? 

He inadvertently started a book club with Reyes, Nova, and a few other SpecGru operators by asking around for books to practice with. 

Sleeps naked or in very tight boxers much to his bunk mates' chagrin. 

He has the unique habit of sleeping on his arm and holding his pillow to his chest and between his legs when he’s asleep. 

It’s because his right knee is damaged from a particularly rough infill landing, having his knees together when he sleeps is really painful

Everyone assumes it’s something to do with humping his pillow because he’s just. Got no shame like that, but it isn’t actually. 

Has no insecurities appearance-wise. He is how he is and people can like that or not, he doesn’t give a shit. 

Cocky? confident? Self-assured? 

all of the above and then some. 

Magic touch when it comes to being a medic. He has stabilized people who damn well should have bled out and died on the field. 

He should be a bad medic because he’s so loud and aggressive on the field

And yet, he’s nearly always right on target and right where he needs to be to help someone out. 

His whole demeanor changes from patient to patient. 

Otherworldly sense of what people need emotionally when they’re hurt.

Need someone to empathize with you? He’s already telling you how much your family back home needs you to pull through. 

Need to get your mind off the pain? He’s telling you knock-knock jokes that don’t really make sense in between stories of his childhood misadventures. 

Need someone to kick you into gear? He’s spitting in your face about how you can’t just give up now and die like a fucking dog. 

Need some peace and quiet? He’s holding your hand and stroking your wrist with his thumb, only providing pulses of pressure to keep you in the moment. 

Absolutely capable of gentleness and caring, but just does so very infrequently. 

He is kind, not nice. 

He will help out anyone with anything without being asked to, but he’s gonna make fun of them the whole time. (Playful banter, he means no harm by it)

Much more likely to be “nice” to a woman or a child than a man. 

Handles his liquor poorly at the moment, will get black-out drunk without batting an eye, and yet somehow never gets hungover. 

The others are convinced he takes medical supplies for homemade hangover cures, he doesn’t but he lets them think that. 

Superior Polish genes, baby. His liver is the strongest thing about him. 

He does not necessarily need to be “the alpha male” in any given room or situation, but very much commands a certain kind of attention. 

This man occupies space. Wide stance, a loud voice, a louder laugh, and the personality of a wrecking ball. His ego is through the door before he is. 

Despite this, most of his coworkers don’t really find him all that jarring because he doesn’t demand subservience. He knows his station and does not need validation outside of it. 

He doesn’t care to be a leader, it’s not that he’s opposed, he just has a different skill set. 

He tends to wander on the battlefield, always hyper-vigilant to where he is needed most. 

His weapon of choice is a rocket launcher. 

AVADA KADABRA KURWA 

BOOM

He and Soap are on the top of the “UNDER NO FUCKING CIRCUMSTANCES ALLOWED TO USE A ROCKET LAUNCHER” list, followed closely (and inexplicably) by Farah?

Read about that story here!

Despite being in a profession centered around fixing people/caring for wounds, has a natural tendency towards destruction. 

Soldiers' vocabulary all the way. Every 5th word is a swear, and that’s on a “clean” day.

[saturncodedstarlette]

✨Cod characters as parents P2✨

[shadow0-1]

Request for Haff

[cerosin-bis]

gromsko headcanons[please] ? glares at you

GLARING AT ME ?! (cocks gun) Okay some Gromsko headcanons for you. he's very dramatic i like him.

Maybe the world's biggest introvert but everyone thinks he's social. To his greatest dismay.

Never really liked his name, he's embarrassed about it. I think I remember reading someone Polish explaining that Gromsko's real name was comically outdated/extremely rare/stereotypical in a completely irrealistic way 😭

He still occasionally gets nightmares reminiscent of the one he had in his childhood. And generally has very patchy sleep.

Got basic medic training in the army, and ended up liking it so much as to actually specialise in field medicine

Managed to stop smoking when he trained to be a medic because he felt like that would be giving a Bad Example (and turns out every fucking one is smoking around him anyway) (he does not lecture people but he is rolling his eyes.)

Picky and a bit of a snob about energy drinks of all things.

[notspiders]

Making Great Grandchildren for Grandmother

Reference used: https://assets.clip-studio.com/en-us/detail?id=1799447

[alligatorstomachacid]

Heyy,

Can I get an Gromsko post with an S/O who loves drawing him? Like who just sits down and intensely studies his face structure just to draw him?

Ofc. Reader can be seen as any gender. Hope you enjoy :) feel free to send in asks. I want to make a series kind of thing with CoD especially cause the MW3 being announced some point soon!!!!

You had Gromsko sit down at the table. You opened your sketchbook and started flipping through. Most of the pages were of him. Some were of him in his uniform and Gillie suit. Some were of his face, with the mask on and off. You stop at a blank page. You start your sketch. Gromsko is sitting perfectly still. After a bit you go over it with a shade of red water color. He seems puzzled on why.

"You'll see my muse. Trust the process". You tell him as you open your gouache and start layering and mixing the colors. After a while a page is filled with a portrait of his face. It's resembles him perfectly. You made sure to get every scar and freckle. You go into the other page and doodle his face structure. Every once in a while you gently grab his face and move his head around for a new angle or to see his features better. He smile as he watches you draw. Once you're finished you present the spread to him with a smile. He hugs you and kisses both of your cheeks.

"It's amazing my love. It's truly amazing." He whispers to you.

[isabella-kr]

Polish!Reader: Co?

Gromsko: Jajco

I just know he says this any chance he gets

Translation for non-Poles:

Co? = What?

Jajco = egg

It’s basically something people say when you say ‘what?’ too many times or if they’re in a sour mood. Of course, some people say it just to say it💀

[canwaym]

It was a hit on Twitter, but maybe you guys will like them too. Your fav military men with neon cat edit by yours truly free to use

More yet to come, you can suggest whoever you would like me to do next~

[vasyandii]

Moje Kochanie Gromsko <3

[papaver-decervicatus]

“Under No Circumstances…”

How Farah ended up just beneath Gromsko and Soap on the “Under No Circumstances Allowed to Use a Rocket Launcher” list. 1.5K words, rated Teen, Gromsko POV.

CW: Medical Procedures, The Lord of the Flies (awful I know).

A/N. This is just a quick silly Drabble between the three because Gromsko does not get enough love in the fandom! Thanks to everyone who enjoys the headcanon pages I put out, your enthusiasm has really inspired me!

The nearest table is littered with palpable annoyances, from gauges in the fake wood where one Simon Riley stabbed hunting knives in frustration (which, in his defense, it would be rather frustrating to wake up to pissed in tac-boots, offender still at large,) to pen-marks scribbling in games of tic-tac-toe between Reyes and Chuy (which culminate in a perfect 5 win, to 5 draws, to 5 win ratio,) and even a perfectly Kleo shaped bite mark (she was overdue on her shots and that never goes over well,) out of the bottom left corner. The sound of tweezers hitting a small glass vial consistently rings out, along with the gentle splutter of matter dropping into alcohol.

On Farah’s abdomen, there is a 3-inch gash, approximately 1.25 centimeters deep. It was made by a shrapnel blast that cut through her gear, pieces of cloth and metal remain to be picked out. Her head is nestled in the area just beneath Soap’s crotch on the table. Gaz sits cross-legged beneath the table that she and Soap recline on. Her hair cascades downwards into Gaz’s soft and patient hands, idly doing then undoing her trailing braid. Soap prattles endlessly while holding her shoulders down.

“And then, the fucking eejits go huntin’ it. Goes to show, Brits and their violence…” He sneers and Gaz huffs.

“They are like. Thirteen, mate. The book’s a satire for Chrissake!” Gaz responds. Farah winces when he pulls on her hair a little too hard, and he apologizes with a hushed ‘Oh, sorry.’

“They worship a pig's head on a stick the way you worship your damn Queen, Garrick. No fucking satire to me.”

Gromsko continues his work, picking debris out of the wound, as the two men continue to bicker animatedly about their latest disagreement (and since when did Soap care about British literature, or The Lord of the Flies?)

“How much longer?” Farah wheezes underneath the disagreement above her.

Gromsko takes one last look through his surgical loops. The wound appears to have nothing foreign left in it. He hums in satisfaction at his work.

“Not much, Kochanie.” Gromsko soothes in the sort of quiet voice he summons on instinct when working with Farah. Something in the furrow of her brow always tells him she would appreciate a quiet sort of kindness, that is, when she even allows herself to be helped. She seems thankful when she throws her head back into Soap’s crotch and his rant is cut short by a winded noise. Gaz falls over laughing at the realization she’s just headbutted him in his… particulars. Gromsko takes the opportunity of her momentary levity to catch her unawares with the first stitch.

It’s been approximately 38 minutes since a dazed Farah was rushed into his makeshift office with a frazzled Soap. In between explanations of a misfired explosive, frantic apologies to the woman hanging off his shoulder, and labored insistences that she receives stitches, Gromsko barely gave the two time to blink before he had sprung out of his cot and had started laying out his supplies. Within 4 minutes, the wound was assessed. Within 3 minutes of the assessment, Soap had dragged a still groggy Gaz to Farah’s side saying something about Alex’s preference that he be there should she get hurt. Gromsko paid it very little mind as he typically did. Anything to make a patient more comfortable.

The wound was far from life-threatening in any sense of the word. It was, however, in a position where standard stitches would likely get ripped from friction with tac-gear. A medium-level challenge, but certainly no challenge at all to a medic like Gromsko.

“You are doing well, Farah.” He says. She turns her head in frustration at the lingering pain as he goes in for the third and what will likely be 17 total stitches. “Do not fall asleep on me, kotku,” he smiles when her face scrunches in disgust. “Concussion protocol.” She sighs.

“There is nothing kitten about this situation, medic.” Farrah spits, Soap keeps his hands on her shoulders to prevent her from bucking upwards to claw at Gromsko, now rethreading a suture needle.

“There is, this scratch, it is a kitten’s scratch. It will heal easily.”

The encouragement seems to lighten her mood. When Gromsko tunes back into Gaz and Soap’s conversation, he elects to immediately zone back out when Soap tries to swat at the man beneath him for implying he couldn’t read.

She yells something at the two, and while Gromsko does not know any Arabic, he figures he knows what it means when the two immediately stop their horseplay and go back to bickering, albeit at a much quieter level.

With the distraction of Gaz and Soap, Farah’s stitches go by much quicker than she seems to have suspected. Gromsko makes use of one of his medic tricks (the one his old commander taught him about squeezing the flesh 4 inches to the left of the wound to calm the patient) and much like a kitten, Farah does indeed soothe.

Her whole face brightens when Gromsko finishes the last stitch and goes to toss out his sterile gloves.

“Ya done, doc?” Soap asks, hopeful as ever.

“Hmph,” he nods his head. Gaz scrambles off the floor and examines the stitches on Farah’s abdomen. He lets out a quick whistle in appreciation.

“All that in under an hour? You’re a magic man, Gromsko.” He gives a curt nod which Gromsko returns. Gromsko goes to the metal folding chair that was holding part of his supplies and tenderly picks up Farah’s shirt (which Soap had folded perfectly while awaiting medical instruction,) and hands it to her. She smiles and shrugs it on.

“I am sure I don’t need to inform you of heading instructions, do I?” He asks, his sarcasm unusually quiet. Farah just gives a dry laugh.

“I’ve been through worse.” She claims, chest full of pride. She’s always one of the worse to corral into medical attention, he’s learned from his months with SpecGru. She wears battle scars like medals and hates to admit to anyone, even a medic, that she may need any special treatment. He’s just happy she let him get to the wound at all.

“But-“ her face visably sours as he continues. “Concussion protocol, no sleep for the next 6 hours.”

She sends an irritated look to Soap and Gaz who both put their hands up in defeat, likely aware of what happened the last time someone didn’t listen to the man’s medical demands. (If Ghost wasn’t pulling his stitches out all the time, maybe, just maybe, those tac boots of his wouldn’t have gotten the treatment that they did… not that Gromsko knows anything about it, of course.)

“I have sentry in 4 hours,” Gaz offers weakly, genuine sadness in his voice that whether or not he wants to, he will be unable to care for his friend through the duration of her mandatory awake period.

“Fine. Sleep. And if Alex is back by then, tell him I ordered you to leave.” Farah says, voice firmly intoned back into its comfortable commanding sound. Gaz gives a faux salute and leaves with the haste of a man who’s forgotten what a bed looks like for months checking into a hotel room. Soap looks at Farah expectantly.

“You too-“ She starts.

“Nope.” He finishes.

“What do you mean, no?”

“I mean ‘no.’ I’m not leaving yer side until you can rest. Not gonna happen.” He shrugs nonchalantly. Ever the faithful soldier, no man or recently-concussed-woman left behind.

Farah looks at Gromsko, apparently expecting him to save her from being babysat. He laughs louder than he has all night. He feels the tension of the situation melt away as he returns to his usual volume.

“Don’t look at me like that, kotku,” she mocks throwing up at the pet name, “I would order him to as well. You do not have a good track record of listening to doctors orders.” She pouts much like a child denied a night home alone with her friends when her parents are away. It reminds Gromsko of an argument his older sister got into with his mother when he was 13. Farah smiles the same way as that sister, she shows the same amount of teeth, he noticed. “Alex is not here. Soap will do.”

Farah looks entirely displeased by this assessment and brings a hand to thumb at the bottom of her now French braided hair. “We’ve finished all of our assignments before we went out. What is there to do?”

Gromsko looks to the armory outside.

Gromsko looks to Soap. Soap looks to Gromsko.

Soap looks in the direction of an unattended car he is more than capable of hot wiring.

Gromsko looks to the direction that the abandoned training maze that Price put a demolition order for.

Gromsko and Soap look to Farah.

“Doncha worry Bonnie,” Soap smiles the way fire meets Gasoline. Gromsko is already putting his fire-resistant jacket onto her shoulders and ushering Farah out the door. “We got just the thing.”

-

When two days later Alex returns from his own assignment and asks why there is now a large picture of Farah, Gromsko, and Soap outside the armory with the inscription “UNDER NO CIRCUMSTANCES ARE ROCKET LAUNCHERS ALLOWED TO THESE THREE.” Gromsko just laughs in his face.

“Anything for a patients comfort.” He supplies as though it makes perfect sense. Alex’s frown displays his confusion, but Gromsko is not one to give away the secrets of another.

When he got scolded by an irate Price the day before, Gromsko just remembered Farah’s smile with fire reflecting in her eyes 6 hours previous when he and Soap were put on toilet scrubbing duty.

He remembers that smile now, as Alex stares him down while he walks away.

Worth it.

[saturncodedstarlette]

💛This is for you gorgeous @southernbluebellereader💛

Gromsko, sits next to them : You really have been through a lot, haven’t you?

Y/N : . . . More than you can possibly imagine.

Gromsko, takes their hand into his : Is there nothing I can do to ease the pain?

Y/N, looks at him : ……stay with me? Please? Just for a little while longer……

Gromsko, nods :

Gromsko, laid their head on his chest & softly caressing them : I’m here now. I’m not going anywhere. 🤗

[shadow0-1]

Treaties

[shady--shadow]

When you randomly see some edits of a Polish CoD character and immediately start simping for him but don't have money to actually play the game 😢

I love Gromsko so much it's unreal.