#Hadir Karim cod

[local-crying-boy]

I’m currently in my silly little drawing mode and it’s so cool to see the details of COD characters.

Like right now I’m drawing Hadir. In the picture I’m using, which is the one below, you can see the chain of something he’s wearing around his neck, the small details with his facial hair and you can see how his shirt is kinda dirty now.

RAH I love looking at these stupid little details. It’s literally not much and characters like Alex or Graves probably have much more detail with what they’re drawing. But RAHAHAH it’s making me simp for the little details in Hadir’s face.

Anyways here’s my progress.

Ngl I’ve never drawn the start of something so good WHAT

[mercury-hg-80]

he'll die before Alex can get to Farah

[brav0-6]

CAPTAIN PRICE’S DEATH STARE | MWII ATOMGRAD RAID

[eleu22]

hadir is so important to me

[sleepyconfusedpotato]

⚔️ MWII (2022) Character Ages (as of 2022) ⚔️

I was on a character age brainrot back in January and now It's back because of @angelsarewatching so I'm gonna go ahead and post this on Tumblr. Tell me what you think tho and discussions are open!

🐑 Gen. Shepherd - Around late 50s, Pushing 64. I searched it up and apparently, the mandatory retirement age for all general officers is 62, in some cases 64. But if he got into the recommendation list after Brigadier General (O-7), it's allowed to be more than 62. He's a Lt. Gen, so that's O-9. Also, Glenn Morshower (Shepherd's actor) is 64 so let's go with that.

🧠 Laswell - 47-ish. At MOST 55. (Rya Khilstedt is 52. AMAZING BEAUTIFUL SHOW -STOPPING)

🚁 Nikolai - 45 as well. I would go with 48 though.

🪦 Graves - 40. He gives Texan cowboy energy. I just know he's an old dude and is actually older than the rest of the gang.

🛖 Alejandro and 🦂 Valeria - 37. Maybe 38. I don't know at what age someone could make the rank Colonel 'cause that's quite high up the ladder. (They might as well be older than Price. Shit, they might be 40.)

🚬 Price - 37 (Canon) c. 1985.

🐎Rudy - 36. He's been close with Alejandro for 20 years now. Assuming they're bestest of friends and knew each other even before military, Rudy would be around 36/37 as well.

💀 Ghost - 35 or lower. As far as I know, lieutenants are usually young, unless he enlists first before a few years later he went to the Royal Military Academy Sandhurst (RMAS). OR. His preference and efficiency of working alone are far better for use on the battlefield. The higher you are in the ranks, the more soldiers you are responsible for. So the higher-ups might purposefully don't promote him (and he prefers and agrees to it as well) so that he can continue working alone rather than leading a squad. He surely can lead a team, but he's better at doing shit alone. Crazy theory but hey, it's fiction.

🦿Alex - 35 (Alex was a Delta Force until 2013. Assuming he's around 26 when he finally goes to the CIA, that means he's around 32yo in 2019 and 35yo in 2022)'

🔭 Hadir - 33/34 (Canon) 1986/1987. I’m choosing 34 tho since in the ‘Hometown’ mission he was almost a teenager.

☀️ Farah - 30 (Canon) January 12th 1990.

🧢 Gaz - 26 (Canon). The bio says he enlisted in the British Army in 2014. Assuming Gaz finished high school first, he must’ve enlisted when he was 18yo. That means he was 23yo in MW19 and 26yo in MW22. 

🧼 Soap - 26 (Canon). He’s canonically the youngest one in Task Force 141. The bio mentioned that his cousin is in SAS and he often time visits the base. Setting aside the fact that the cousin brought a fucking kid to a top-secret base, lil’ Johnny must’ve been like “I DON’T WANNA GO TO SCHOOL I WANT TO BE AN SAS SOLDIER” and he canonically LIED about his age. Apparently, he went in when he was 16 but got caught several times, until finally when he was 18 he got in. 

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That's it folks! Tell me what you think (��･∀･)ﾉﾞ

[azucarera-art]

of all the ppl to fall for.. smh

[mudgazing]

I'm having way too much fun with tiermaker :D

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D-Did someone say CoD characters and their colognes/ perfumes?? Can be used or viewed as Omegaverse, also I don’t really mind if you wanna make these your own headcannons while writing: go ahead! ❤️

Price: Tabaco, Amber, Pepper

Gaz: Caramel, Sea salt, Sandalwood

Ghost: Anise, Bourbon, Cherries

Roach: Lemon, Sage, Bergamot

Soap: Mint, Oak-moss, Leather

Laswell: Rosewood, Narcissus, Lavender

König: Chocolate, Cinnamon, Musk

Horangi: Vanilla, Cardamom, Oranges

Nikolai: Frankincense, Pear, Chestnut

Makarov: Hazelnut, Cream, Clove

Farah: Magnolia, Green Tea, Honey

Hadir: Ginger, Juniper, Tonka Bean

Alex: Grapefruit, Cedar, Amber

Valeria: Rose, Saffron, Coconut

Alejandro: Rain, Cypress, Nutmeg

Graves: Coffee, Spruce, Myrrh

Rudy: Vetiver, Rosemary, Moss

Keegan: Jasmine, Neroli, Tangerine

Logan: Apple, Geranium, Mint

Hesh: Iris, Grapefruit, Redwood

[scrubthatsoapclean]

I got my friends to guess the name of CoD characters and I thought I taught them well.

Friend 1 - Kate Laswell = Karen Duh Alejandro Vargas = Slogan Rodolfo "Rudy" Parra = Billu Johnathan "John" Price😍= Mr Birling (only real ones will know the reference.) Simon "Ghost" Riley = Paddy John "Soap" MacTavish = Soap (So proud👏) Kyle "Gaz" Garrick = Michael Nikolai Belinski = NIKOLAI (they love Nikolai) Farah Karim = Weely (umm) Hadir Karim = Bilbo (ermm) Alex Keller = (quoted btw) That's just a pedophile it's like Uncle Albert or smth. (not my bbg, no.) Valeria Garza = Keira Vladmir Makarov = Grr alpha Bordy (same bro) Andrei Nolan = English roadman fucking Harold (not the aussie turned ultranationlist) Milena Romanova = Bonice Phillip Graves = Wankathon (I mean, i'd do that *lip bite*) Herschel Shepherd = Pops (real) Hassan Zyani = Andrew Tate König = Skylar Horangi = Soldier #2 Logan Walker = Lucas (so close bro) David "Hesh" Walker = Thirsty Sam💀 Elias Walker = Silver Fox Rudolph (smash) Keegan P Russ = Lucas Brother Mathew (wrong one mate and no) Thomas A Merrick = Hudson (also doesn't like bald people hense the name.) Kick = Nightrider (That's what i do😝) Riley Walker = Riley (SO PROUD👏👏) Friend 1 = 3/27 Friend 2 - Kate Laswell = Vanessa Alejandro Vargas = Gabriel Rodolfo "Rudy" Parra = Chad Johnathan "John" Price😍= Price (SOO PROUD👏) Simon "Ghost" Riley = Soap (wrong one mate) John "Soap" MacTavish = Basille Kyle "Gaz" Garrick = Riley (also wrong one) Farah Karim = Barbara (better than weely.) Hadir Karim = Virgin (HELP) Alex Keller = Prince Andrew (I do not except this Alex Slander, chat.) Valeria Garza = Lucinda (giving) Andrei Nolan = Baldie (i mean, real) Phillip Graves = Jon (no H, real) Herschel Shepherd = Professor X (love it) Hassan Zyani = Ryan Reynolds (don't see it) König = Wilbur Horangi = Invisible (it's the outfit chat) Logan Walker =Ninja (suurree) David "Hesh" Walker = Artificial (ermmm) Elias Walker = Whitie (true) Keegan P Russ = Wolfcut (defo) Thomas A Merrick = finger me (SOOO REAALLL) Kick = Jack (close enough) Riley Walker = BARK BARK WOOF WOOF (oui) They missed out Nikolai, Makarov and Milena (idk why) Friend 2 = 1/23

[goatgoesmbe]

Ramadhan HC

Thinking about Farah keeping a picture with her.

It was one her Baba took to commemorate Farah's first time fasting in ramadhan.

In said picture she was having a food coma after eating too much at her first iftaar, Hadir was making fun of her, while her Mama was laughing softly as she let her daughter sleep in her lap.

[local-crying-boy]

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𝔸 𝕣𝕖𝕤𝕥 𝕨𝕖𝕝𝕝 𝕕𝕖𝕤𝕖𝕣𝕧𝕖𝕕

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Pairing: Hadir Karim x GN!Reader

Genre: One-shot, pure fluff

Warnings: Reader’s gender is never specified, basically a longer and more one-shot-y version of the original/imagine, quite short

Summary: A quiet and peaceful moment that you and Hadir are now able to share more often now that Urzikstan is free from the Russian army.

Word Count: 500

Based on this imagine I wrote a little while ago (but it’s now a one shot yippeee)

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Urzikstan was finally free, after a long fight and the loss of many good people, Urzikstan was finally free. There was no lingering fear of possible attacks or death. No more thought of ‘what if today is our last day?’ Or ‘what if this is the fight that we die in?’.

It was another morning, without the dread of danger looming over both of your heads. You and Hadir were both laying in bed, there was no immediate need for either of you to get up, not yet anyway. Of course, Hadir still was Lieutenant and the both of you still worked under Farah's command. However, neither of you needed to get up, specifically, get up as early as the two of you were up now, which would have been the usual time that you two would get up when the war between Urzikstan and Russia raged.

It was one of those mornings where you couldn't help but feel completely and utterly lucky that both you and Hadir were alive to live another day, that the two of you could wake up in each other's arms once more. Despite everything the two of you had gone through, despite everything Urzikstan had gone through, the two of you were still standing. Surviving. Living.

It was all anyone could hope for, really. To live. To love. To finally have someone to call theirs. A home to go to. A bed to sleep in. Peace.

With your hand on his cheek, your thumb gently caressing the Lieutenant's cheek ever soft and smooth movements, a once rare occurrence when the two of you were carrying burden upon burden on your shoulders. You could feel as his cheeks moved upwards when his lips were pulled into that sweet smile.

"What are you doing?" He had asked with a low and quiet voice, one that was only for you to hear right now.

Your eyes were glancing upon every single detail on his face, every curve and seemingly flawless feature on his perfect face. You spoke innocently, a small grin of your own spreading across your face. "I'm not doing anything."

A simple lie, one that you had told countless times ever since the short time Urzikstan had been free from the clutches of the Russian army. This 'nothing' that you were doing was a common occurrence, a silent movement to observe and appreciate Hadir, the fact that he was still alive. Breathing, and by your side.

"I'm sure it's nothing." Hadir chuckled out, taking your hand from his cheek, kissing it gently. He looked you in your eyes and his other hand went to the back of your head, holding you closer to him.

You shifted closer to him when you felt him place his hand on the back of your head, his fingers entangling with your hair and stroking it gently. "You have no proof I'm doing anything."

He let out a quiet laugh, laying his forehead against yours, causing the both of your eyes to close. "No, I suppose I don't..."

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Call of duty stereotyping based off what I've seen

Ghost- heartless cold guy, either no soft spots or one soft spot which is for someone

Price- dad, daddy, man old as dust, or smart and ruthless

Gaz- price's kid, only personality trait is falling out of a heli

Soap- loud scott, really dumb

Farah- a girls girl, has to be in love with someone

Laswell- mom, only super duper serious

Alex- golden retriever, always with farah

Alejandro- loud angry mexican, dumb

Rodolfo- only known as rudy (not stereotype but it's not something I enjoy seeing) also super duper serious, soft spot is alejandro

Valeria- mommy, being petty and annoying to alejandro

Roach- dumb happy guy needs to be babysat, really chaotic

Shepherd- old as dust, UGLY BLEHHH

Hadir- ???

Graves- biggest patriot, daddy and dad (shadows), always taunting, racist (why???)

König- big shy, dumb, soft, daddy dom, big scary with no feelings

Horangi- always gambling or meows, könig's personal 🐶

Nikto- hot guy with scars, kinda soft

Vladimir- daddy dom like fanfic mafia bosses

Yuri- ??? vladimir's bf I guess

[johee-the-time-traveler]

Redrew a meme i saw lol, i think they're very underrated,,,, or i might just be late to the MW19 hype train 🚂

[creptolli]

HAPPY CoD GAY MONTH !!

In celebration, I am giving you all my sexuality headcanons for CoD characters (not all of these apply cause sometimes I disagree with myself, but have at it)

It progressively gets more unhinged.

Soap

Pansexual (just like me 🥳)

Either figured it out at a very young age or is completely clueless and will randomly drop how attractive men are. But also women.. and honestly everyone.

Ghost

Omnisexual man if I’ve ever seen one (preference for men/masculine presenting)

Rudy

Demisexual !! (Passionate about this)

Gay. He is gay, there is no denying it frfr

Alejandro

Bisexual, very very angry bisexual.

Probably used to like Valeria but never did anything with it (he realised she is a strong lesbian or Aroace)

Valeria

Lesbian or Aroace. There is no in between.

Alex Keller

Everything in me says pansexual but that may just be me relating to him and projecting myself onto him.

He’s just into men and women and honestly anything else, probably doesn’t care for labels

Nikolai

Not straight. That’s it, he’s just into men and probably others, he likely doesn’t care.

Price

Bisexual man, probably doesn’t care enough to look into anything else - he just knows he likes men and women.

Gaz

Probably gay.

Everyone just assumed he’s gay from the moment they saw him and hasn’t really questioned further.

Farah

Asexual icon.

Probably straight - could see her with a woman though, maybe polysexual

Graves

If you ask him what his sexuality is he will wholeheartedly Texas.

Probably doesn’t know what a pronoun is.

(I love him but I can’t see him as anything but straight or unknowingly omnisexual with a preference for women)

Laswell

“What type of girl do you prefer?”

“My wife.”

Hadir

Gay aromantic.

Makarov

Aroace. He doesn’t have time for that shit. Nor does he care enough.

I don’t think I missed anyone from the remastered modern warfare series but if I did lmk!!

[reds-skull]

Bringer of Demise - Chapter 5

[PREV PART] [AO3]

This chapter ended up a little short, but I wanted the cliffhanger to be as horrible as I used to make them in part 1 haha. I like how this one turned out, had to rewrite a large chunk of it, but it was the right decision I think

It's called "Walking Corpse"

Soap runs through the tunnels, sliding around a corner he almost misses. A few soldiers have to jump to the side to avoid collision with him, and he shouts an apology behind him.

He rounds another turn when he slams into a large body. Luckily for the both of them, the man is strong enough to keep them on their feet, only letting out a huff as he holds Soap’s biceps.

“Please tell me you’re not running away because you got into trouble, Johnny. Wouldn’t look good in front of our hosts.”

“Ghost!” Soap smiles up at the masked man, “Price told me to get teh the meeting room.”

Ghost lets him go, nodding towards the hallway, “I know, told me to get you, make sure you ‘don’t get lost’.” he keeps a hand on Soap’s back, thumb caressing him.

Soap picks up on his silent question, “Ah’m fine, LT. Got cleared for the field.”

“Hm.” Ghost drops his hand, his eyes crescent-like, “let’s get to debrief before Price has our heads.”

Soap laughs, “aye.”

Their team was dropped off several hundred feet away from their target, which was the building that was observed to house the high ranking fighters of Al-Mudahiyn on the recon mission. Soap lays under a cluster of bushes, wiping his forehead as sweat already drips down it.

It turns out, the militia is on high alert, expecting an attack - but not by the ULF. The Russians also have their eyes on this facility, and they hope it means the revenants Graves kidnapped are still there.

As they wait for their signal, Soap runs the memory of the briefing through his head again.

Farah leans over to drag the blueprints to the center of the table. “Al-Mudahiyn have a few disadvantages, mainly their lack of manpower in this area. Their focus has shifted further north in the last few months, in an attempt to keep their territories.”

“So we just overwhelm them? We got enough revenants for it.” Gaz muses out loud.

Farah hums, “that’s one possible plan of attack. But that is not the optimal one.”

The Commander did say the ULF doesn’t make a habit of attacking Al-Mudahiyn…

“Diversion.” Price says, cutting off Soap’s thoughts. “The facility spreads over a large area. By the time most fighters will get to one side…”

“The other will be completely exposed.”

The air besides him shifts, and he hears the branches around him crunch. Alex’s voice whispers from his left, “think I’m set to infiltrate.”

Commander Karim takes her eyes away from her scope, “don’t let them see you, Keller.” she looks at Alex’s general direction with a smile.

“Yes, ma’am.” The dirt beneath Alex’s boots shifts, and it’s the only way Soap can tell when he walks away, towards the building they suspect has the CCTV control room. Keller’s role is two-fold; he will keep track of the hostiles’ location once the diversion begins, and signal Soap and Farah when their way in is clear, as well as scour the cameras for possible imprisoned revenants.

He temps down the frustration he felt since the debrief. You’d think he’d be the best candidate for a distraction, along with Ghost, but they have to keep following Novikov’s bleedin’ instructions, because “the higher-ups said so”.

Not for the first time, Soap wonders if the brass are really the ones that should be in charge of decisions like these. He didn’t care much in the past, as it only affected him, but now…

Price said he informed Laswell of their suspicions, and she’s working on investigating potential connections between Novikov and Makarov, but the Captain himself doesn’t think the Doctor is the traitor yet.

Soap may have used some… less than tasteful words to curse him out in his mind. Price explained that he knew Novikov for a while, and the man never showed signs of betrayal.

What he managed to gather from his Captain is that because of Shepherd’s disappearance, a few people moved up the ladder, and in his eyes it’s possible one of them could have switched sides. Didn’t do much to convince Soap, but he supposes he understands Price’s point of view.

Either way, that left Soap here, on the infil team with Commander Karim. Her reasoning to choose him out of all the revenants is his ability to heal from gunshots, which compliments her immunity to bullets nicely.

Ghost absolutely hated the idea, he could tell from his stiff, drawn-back shoulders and clenched jaw, but he said nothing, beside offering himself as the distraction.

While Limbo isn’t quite as loud as explosions, seeing what looks like a black hole approach your base rapidly, garnished with the screams of the damned, would be a cause to raise an alarm. Not to mention Price’s powers, which would probably make it feel even more disturbing.

Watching Limbo open now, the void tearing through the night’s sky like a knife, Soap is reminded that Ghost’s powers are fucking terrifying to most. Especially when it’s likely Al-Mudahiyn’s fighters have never seen anything like this.

The floodlights turn on, the facility waking up, fighters running towards the front gates. Soap’s radio crackles, Alex’s voice coming through.

“Kilo Actual, Bravo 7-1, you’re clear for infil.”

Commander Karim rises to her feet, face set with determination, “copy. On the move.”

This place gives him the creeps. Old, crumbling walls, the rebar foundation exposed every few steps, windowless corridors lined with cells, tiled floor covered in stains Soap is hoping are not dried blood.

He follows Commander Karim, the building desolate. She takes a turn unexpectedly, to a room that wasn’t marked as a point of interest.

Farah stops in the entrance, staring at the single chair, a table with various gruesome tools standing beside it. Everything is covered in dark, brown-red blood.

“Commander?” Soap asks, Farah’s expression conflicted. She takes a sharp breath and walks out.

“There were prisoners here recently.” she says, “they must’ve been moved before we arrived.”

“You think they were torturing the revenants?”

They step out into a courtyard of sorts, surrounded by bleak concrete blocks, “our revenants, Russian soldiers…” Karim trails off.

“Kilo.” Alex calls through comms, “found something.”

Farah stops in her tracks, “talk to me, Alex.”

“Rest of the facility has been cleared out from what I can tell, they’re all freaking out about Limbo, but there’s one place the guards have stayed put in.” he types something on a keyboard, “it was marked as warehouse B on the blueprints, take a left in-”

“I know where it is.” Farah stops him, “we’ll check it, keep looking, Echo.”

“Copy that.”

Soap rushes to follow Karim when she starts walking to the warehouse, Her rifle at the ready, “ye’ve been here before, haven’t you?” he asks.

“I have.” Soap doesn’t think she means she’s been here on a mission, with the way her mouth twists into a snarl. 

As soon as they enter the warehouse, they hear voices and drop to a crouch. The Commander signs for Soap to keep quiet, and they slowly creep closer towards a large door. From this close, he can gather whoever’s on the other side is speaking Arabic.

“I know that voice…” Farah mutters. She waits another moment to verify that there are no other people talking, and with a careful push, opens the door enough for them to peek through.

What lies on the other side is sickening. In a large room, surrounded by unmoving bodies and chained to a wall, is a woman. Around her are scorch-marks, the moaning and grunting confirming that some of the burnt people are still alive to feel the pain.

The woman is the only one uninjured, and Soap grits his teeth. She must be the revenant, that Shepherd and Graves tried to make revenant-killers of. Al-Mudahiyn have taken the mantle on that project, after Graves’ death.

“Sergeant. Calm yourself.” Karim says, pointedly looking at his growing flames. Soap grimaces and forces them down. He wasn’t made for covert operations. “Alex, we got eyes on captives, only one uninjured, possibly revenant. Call for med evac.”

“Copy. Gonna be rough getting them outta there without alerting Al-Mudahiyn-”

“The risk is worth it.” Farah answers tersely.

Alex takes it in stride, “of course, Commander. Wouldn’t think otherwise. Out here.”

Farah gives him a questioning look, her hand pressing on the handle, and Soap nods.

They enter the room, the woman jumping and shuffling back, before she recognizes Karim. “Commander?” she asks, before her eyes turn to stare at Soap, “you…”

“Samara.” Farah leans in to inspect the chains, “we’re going to get you out of here. You’re safe.”

Samara looks away from him, “have you seen Khalid? He escaped with Tariq and Rabia before I-”

Farah sighs, dropping the chains. They’re too strong for her to unlock by force, “they’re safe. I got them staying with us.” she addresses Soap next, “think you can burn through these chains, Sergeant?”

Soap frowns. The chains in question are short, wrapping around Samara’s arms tightly. “I can, but it would hurt her.”

Samara shakes her head, “it won’t.”

Soap opens his mouth to object, but she continues, “you are John MacTavish, aren’t you?”

What? “How do ye-”

“My Reaper was Destruction.”

… No. She can’t be. Soap eyes trail down, at the scorch marks.

They were trying to make more revenants of… Destruction?

A numbness spreads up his arms. Shepherd knew what he was. Would’ve taken his powers for himself, if Ghost wasn’t there to save him.

Graves knew these people, from what Farah and Alex have told them. Fought alongside them. He knew Samara was like him.

Soap could have lived his whole life not meeting another one of his kind, a revenant born only from the worst of the worst, crawling out of what reduces others to dust. Would have preferred it, really. How could he look them in the eye, knowing he was the worst of them?

And yet… He and Samara are not the same anymore, are they?

“Soap.” Farah calls him, “the chains.”

“On it.” He moves, stiff joints forced into motion, and takes hold of the metal links. He doesn’t hesitate to explode them, and after a flash and a loud noise, Samara slumps forward, Farah catching her before she can fall.

All Soap can do is stare at her arms. Uninjured. Immunity to explosions, complete immunity, unlike his.

Soap didn’t know his Reaper could do that. Has it chosen to leave him able to feel pain on purpose?

He can’t feel his arms. He averts his eyes, only for them to land on the rest of the bodies in the room.

Some of them are clearly Russian soldiers, their uniforms different from those of the ULF. Their flesh caved in, burns searing far into their muscles. Some are barely recognizable as human anymore.

This is what attempting to bring someone like him into the world looks like.

“John.” a voice startles him. Farah taps his shoulder, turning him away from the bodies, “Alex is on his way here, he’ll take care of Samara and the rest. We need to move, the guards noticed something’s off.”

Soap gives Samara one last look. She doesn’t look afraid of him. He wishes he could say the same.

“Aye, Commander. Lead the way.”

Soap wonders what it says about him that the prospects of a fight is what helped him snap back to the present. Nothing good, if his short meetings with shrinks over the years have anything to say about it. 

His hands are steady on his rifle, flames small and controlled. Even when he and Farah hear the heavy footsteps of incoming hostiles. Even as they begin to shoot.

They only need to hold on until the medic team manages to clear the warehouse. They’re lucky Ghost, Price and Gaz are still working on diversion, as it seems Al-Mudahiyn isn’t lacking in fighters.

“Take the left side, Sergeant. Don’t let them through.” Farah trains her sights on the right hallway.

Soap copies her, “aye.”

The first fighters come into view, downed before they could process what happened. Soap dares to take another step forward.

He hears Karim’s rifle go off behind him, and opens fire again as another group of hostiles enters the corridor. This one was ready for them, and a few bullets hit his plate and graze his arm. Soap snarls, the pain flashing bright before the wounds begin to heal.

Now this feels right at home. The adrenaline pumping in his veins, lava-hot blood dripping down his arms, hands automatically reloading the rifle in his hands.

Al-Mudahiyn’s fighters have begun to circle them, using the small windows to attempt to break through their defence. Farah jumps in front of him when one almost hits him in the head with the butt of his gun, throwing a knife between his eyes as bullets tear through her shirt.

The hostiles are pushing them back now, Farah and Soap standing practically back-to-back.

Soap has been counting his shots, and in about 30 seconds he will be out of ammo. He grits his teeth and shouts, “got any extra mags, Commander?!”

“Negative! I’m on my last one!”

“Fuck-” his rifle clicks on the next shot, the chamber empty. He heaves a breath, another bullet slicing through his ear, his thigh, burning-

He throws his gun to the side, “yer immune teh explosions too?”

Farah spares a glance at him, “only to the aftermath. As long as you’re staying far, I’ll be fine.”

Soap flexes his hands, “copy.”

The next hostile that has the misfortune to step in front of him gets his head caved in. It sends a sickening feeling to his gut, a distant part of Soap screaming at the sight of a headless body.

That part of him gets farther away as he plows through enemies, his world narrowing to bright flashes and loud sounds, ears ringing, unable to heal fast enough. Nothing else matters, only the next target and the way it drops dead at his feet.

There’s a sick satisfaction in using his powers. Satisfaction in the knowledge there is nothing strong enough to withstand his explosions. Usually, that fact makes him scared. Right now, the part of him that fears isn’t allowed to control him.

Soap takes far too long to notice the smoke filtering through the door at the end of the hallway. In the forefront of his mind is a monster, snarling and wild, uncaring of such details. But the smoke thickens, a stench burning his lungs, and Soap can’t ignore it anymore.

“Commander! Something’s on the other side of the door!” he yells to Farah. When he doesn’t get a response, he looks back.

The Commander is staring at the smoke with horror, bullets dinging off her skin. She jerks into action, covering her mouth and backing away.

“Cover your mouth, Sergeant! It’s toxic!”

Soap steps back as well, burning hands coming up to his mouth and nose.

It does nothing to stop the wave of gas from filtering through, when the door slams open.

His knees collapse under him, lungs spasming with body-shuddering coughs, eyes tearing up. Soap barely stays upright, his arms shaking, as gas-masked hostiles surround them. They part for a single man to walk through.

Behind him, Farah growls, “you…”

He blinks away tears, and realizes the gas is coming from the man. Noxious, it streams from his mouth, his nose, his bright green eyes.

The man steps around him, a surge of gas almost knocking him out. Soap hears him approach Farah, and he manages to turn enough to watch her reaction as he speaks.

“You shouldn’t have come here, sister.”

[adlerslittlefirecracker]

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