#Cod OC

[yansmachinegun]

Ghost w trampstamp😓😓😓

HEGEGGE I LOVE THESE GUYS (nikto, krueger, gogo(oc))

[eleu22]

not a morning person

[operative079]

Kiss at the Red Square

She was quiet as she approached St. Basil’s. The cathedral looks like a fairy tale dreamed by madmen. The domes rise in delighted geometry—and so does her pulse. He glances down at her. Eyes sharp, soft, alert. Like, even now, with everything, he’s watching her more than the square.

“Romantic, is it?” He murmurs. “Very.” “You know what they used to do in front of this church?" “Execute people?” “Mm. Still time.”

She bumped her shoulder into his. He chuckles, low in his throat. And then he kissed her.

[anonmousegosqueak]

Random Headcannons I have about 141 (+friends and enemies) that I got from Tomodachi Life!

No rhyme or reason to these, just some things I thought were cute and am keeping. Mostly food related but whatever.

Rodolfo hates ravioli

Red hates protein shakes

Graves likes a good bath after a long day

König is a hopeless romantic

Price hates lollipops, but Nikolai loves them

Graves cannot stand tofu

Gaz is really good at playing with dogs

Roach does everything on a laptop (movies, games, ect)

Rodolfo collects gaming consoles

Price doesn't like to get out of his sweatpants when he's on leave

Ghost and Roach like going to the beach

Ghost borrows money

Roach can't drink soda because of the carbonation

Nikolai and König would be friends

Alejandro doesn't get hungry easily

Graves did ballet as a (young) kid

Nikolai enjoys dressing up for no reason

König owns a lot of books

Gaz is a plant-dad

Roach always wakes up in the weirdest of positions

Nikolai doesn't sleep much

Price dreams a lot about some weird stuff

Price has insomnia but also sleeps really late when on leave

Ghost and Roach have a kid together named Mantis >:)

Gaz and Red have a child together named Ducky >:))

[tiredkatzz]

More CoD OC stuff because she's the only thing I've been doodling sorry :3 (will get back to tf141 boys soon)

This big guy is Bruce, @wheresreznov 's oc! They're buddies and I love them so so much <3

More info?

I actually don't have much-

Made her as a self insert to draw her with tf141 for my own comfort, but after chatting with a few cool people with cool cod ocs, now I wanna make her more interesting too...

Still brainstorming background stuff. What I've got on her is that she works with Price while he was still lieutenant, they get parted just cause of the nature of their jobs, meets him again as the captain of tf 141 and work together once again. He gave her the nickname and it stuck.

That's all I'm comfortable sharing rn ^^. If you guys got any questions my asks are open!

Oh, and here's a vague sketch of her tattoos

[mesocute]

my drawings meow(sorry 4 bad quiality😔)

[gamergirlbonestaskforce141riot]

(not Nikolai's shirt, he and Olga bought her a telnyashka)

[aoioozora]

I've managed to scrape some time to draw my oc, homegirl Adelheid <3 I want to draw her more 😭

[phantasm-ae]

im still hung up on cod mw3 im sorry😭

cw: angst, slightly canon, events take place before cod mw3

HEADCANON: Soap drags Ghost to a fortune teller. They end up learning stuff that stirs something…

PAIRING: Ghoap

something something, Soap dragging his CO after a brief break in the recon into a grimly little tent somewhere in Romania.

The scot seeing the sign and thought it'd be a laugh. "Madam Kora --Truth. Past Lives. Marriage Prospects" on faded gold paint. A tiny plastic skull taped to the corner of the tarp for some added flair. Tent flaps marshing in the wind like it wanted to escape.

It looked curse. That was Ghost's first thought

Second thought: if this was how he died -- hexed in the middle of bloody rural Romania because Soap couldn't resist a gag -- then he deserved it. He enabled this. He didn't punch Soap in the mouth when he had the chance. Never actually wanting to. Never could. Okay fine. That was on him.

Third thought: if this woman cursed him into marrying John MacTavish, he'd never hear the end of it.

Soap had already pushed his way inside like it was a bloody legendary pub and not a shanty tent pulsing with incense and ancient curses. Ghost stood just outside the entrance, staring at the plastic skull swinging in the breeze like it was trying to warn him. It probably was.

"Git in, ya grumpy shite!" Soap’s voice called from within. “She’s got tea!”

That was not a selling point. Promise, Ghost lies.

Ghost ducked inside anyway, because he was tired and it was Johnny plus the wind was picking up, and Soap had that look in his eye -- the one that always meant trouble with a capital T. The gaze that usually ended with Ghost babysitting someone through either a hangover or a near-death experience. Ghost was never even sure anymore at this point.

The inside was dim and smelled like burnt rosemary and regret. Candles flickered on cracked saucers, casting dancing shadows across velvet drapes and bead curtains. A fan whirred softly in the corner, utterly failing to disperse the smoke. Ghost could barely make out the outline of a grimly woman. A tiny wiry thing sitting cross-legged behind a small, round table covered in what seem liked wax stains and... tarot? cards.

"You came seeking answers," she said immediately, not even looking up. Her voice was raspy and bored, like she'd already done five of these today and everyone asked the same damn questions.

“Naw, just here fer a laugh”, Soap said cheerfully, plonking himself into the nearest seat. "He came 'cause I gave him a wee guilt-trip"

Madam Kora slowly looked up at Ghost.

“You carry death in your eyes,” she said, squinting at him. “And trauma. And... a lot of repressed sexual energy.”

Soap choked on his tea.

Ghost froze.

“…Excuse me?”

“I said what I said.” She gestured to the empty seat across from her. “Sit. Let the cards speak.”

“This is bollocks,” Ghost muttered, but sat anyway. His knees cracked. He was too old for this.

Kora reached out, grabbed Soap’s hand first. She hummed. Flipped a card.

“Ah. The Fool.”

Soap beamed. “Ach, sounds braw.”

She pulled another card. “And The Lovers.”

Soap raised a brow. “Oh?”

“And Death.”

“…Aye, alright,” he said carefully. “A right mixed bag.”

Then she turned to Ghost.

And took his hand.

Pausing. Quiet. Distant...

The tent fell silent. Ghost swore he even heard the fan stopped spinning.

Her expression changed though -- no longer vaguely annoyed, but something deeper. Eyes wide. Breath hitching a bit and brows furrowed. Voice softening and... concealing.

“You two,” she whispered. “Have been married. Four times.”

Soap blinked.

Ghost’s entire body locked up like someone had yanked his power cord.

“Each life,” she continued, “you found each other. Through fire. Through war. Through pain. And love. Always, love.”

Ghost ripped his hand back so fast the table shook.

“Right,” he said, standing up almost immediately. “This was a mistake.”

Soap looked like he’d just been handed a lifetime subscription to his favorite joke. Grinning madly like an idiot. Cackling with toothy glee “Oi! Married? Four times?”

Madam Kora gave a solemn nod. “Bound souls. You’ll find each other again.”

“Get out of the tent,” Ghost growled, already stomping out. But he could hear the grin in Soap’s voice as he followed:

“Should I start writin' ma vows noo, or—?”

"I said out Johnny. Now."

Later that night -- miles away however, from the cold campfire smoke and the ache of unspoken things -- Madam Kora sat alone again in her now-silent tent.

Candles now burning low. Creased, indented, and stained cards were stacked neatly in her lap, though she hadn’t touched them in hours.

She rarely remembered faces after readings. They blurred, mostly. Tourists and drunkards and the curious. But not them. Not the man in the mask, and not the boy with the laugh in his mouth and war in his spine.

She remembered how the air shifted when she touched the masked one’s hand.

How heavy it became.

How still.

She had seen fire. Smoke. Love so raw it was bleeding. A man built like a fortress, crumbling, piece by piece, because the world never let him keep the things that softened him. Not for long.

She saw them together. Fingers laced. A joke shared across the kitchen table. A hand on a scarred back in the dark. A home that smelled like tea and gun oil and laughter forced through grief. Ghost smiling -- not much, but real.

But it was only for a moment.

Because then came the silence. The sound of a gunshot in a room she couldn't see. The ache that cracked through time.

She’d seen the moment Johnny MacTavish dies.

And worse -- she’d seen what it did to the man in the mask.

She didn’t tell him. She never did. What would be the point?

You don’t tell a man already carrying a hundred ghosts that he’s about to meet one more.

Still, she whispered a prayer to whatever gods still listened in that part of the world. For the soul that wandered. And the soul that stayed behind.

Even now, she hoped -- maybe this time, maybe this life -- they could outrun it.

Even if only for a little while.

masterlist

[milkywayhou]

Dad!König

I desperately need to sleep owch

[octangula1016]

Finally, CassieGraves

[pr-agent-in-ur-phone]

♨️ - pet peeve or bone to pick with canon character's character?

Ghost's fucking callsign.

You're telling me that the rule of "If it's a cool callsign it has a stupid story, and if it's a stupid callsign then the reason is even dumber," just magically doesn't apply to this bitch?? MacTavish got called Soap from him being able to clear a room quickly. They decided this mf can kill a bunch of people fast and called him Soap. But you're telling me that the hot topic reject who looks like some 13 year-old's gacha oc's emo boyfriend gets to be Ghost because he's all stealthy and shit. Like mf add some spice, add some whimsy.

[baty2004]

He’s a softie 😔

[rainyramblesscramble]

they’re like those cats that sit at the window and silently judge you for breathing

Power couple move, honestly

[tiredkatzz]

Ok, these are the last doodles of my OC for now✋🤚

I was having awful cramps and felt sick during the first days of my period, so how do I cope? Give cramps to my OC and draw her getting comfort from my fav fictional men.