#Hadir Karim fanfic

[local-crying-boy]

Got an idea stuck in my head with the very underrated Hadir Karim that I just had to write.

You and him laying in bed, Urzikstan is finally free from the Russian army and there is no constant thought of ‘what if we are attacked?’.

The two of you, being together for a while but your bond being ever strong due to everything you’ve been through, laying close to one another. He was used to you being close to him, to holding him especially when in bed.

“What are you doing?” He asked with a chuckle, once he felt your hand cup his face.

“Nothing.” You’d whisper back, a smile plastered on your face as your thumb light caressed his cheek.

It was, in fact, not nothing and Hadir knew that. He could see that look in your eyes, the way your gaze overlooked each and every piece of his details.

A small grin was on Hadir’s face. “So, you’re just staring?”

“Mhm.” You hummed quietly. “Just staring…”

[sharkssharpteeth]

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“And all our heroes were failures or ghosts, burned out in brilliant explosions alone…”

- “Biloxi Parish” by The Gaslight Anthem

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Featured Characters:

Kyle “Gaz” Garrick

Phillip Graves

Kim "Horangi" Hong-jin

Hadir Karim

Alex Keller

John “Soap” MacTavish

Vladimir Makarov

Andrei Nolan

Rodolfo Parra

John Price

Simon “Ghost” Riley

Alejandro Vargas

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Non-Ship - 🧊

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Calming (Hadir/Makarov)

Description: Makarov is enraged when he hears rumors spread about his mate. His mate calms him with promises of blood and heat.

Warnings: ABO AU, Violence, Implied NSFW, Discusses NSFW, Sexual Fantasies, Blood kink, mention of biting. Mention of sex in front of a dead body.

Note: As usual I write my male Omega's as essentially just being men with vaginas. Apologies if this isn't your taste.

"I bet if you ask, he'd spread his legs nice and wide for you," the man gave a snicker at the thought and nudged his friends side, "I mean, we all saw the way that he was "helping" Alexei with his rifle. I guarantee it isn't just Makarov's cock he's riding."

Makarov brought his cigarette to his mouth and took a slow drag from it. Anger was coursing through him, building steadily as the two stupid alphas around the corner continued to gossip, completely unaware of his presence, despite his slowly thickening scent. He was angry. He was going to rip them apart for speaking so lowly of what was his. But he didn't rush himself. He let the two men continue talking. He let them continue to dig a hole for themselves.

"I heard he threw himself at Makarov's feet, didn't have anything else to offer him so he just offered his body like a whore." Lies. Stupid lies at that. The thought of what the two men were saying made him laugh, they surely did not know his vozlublenniy if they believed such a thing.

Would he have loved it if his mate had immediately thrown himself at his feet and offered himself so easily? Of course he would have. However, his mate wasn't like that and it was one of the things that Makarov adored about him. His love had a little bit of a bite to him and he wouldn't change that for the world.

"Really? I mean I believe it. Rumor is that he's been flaunting himself around. Alexei said he let him fuck his mouth, apparently he was quite good with his tongue."

Anger coursed through Makarov's chest again, burning so hot that he was sure it was going to be permanently seared into his veins. He was going to tear these men apart and he was going to delight in the feeling of their blood on his skin. And, he thought as he took another slow drag of his cigarette, after he would find his mate and calm his senses by either burying his face in his neck, or his cock in his cunt.

With the thought of his pretty little mate waiting to be ravished, he snubbed his cigarette against the wall. His gun was happy weight in his hands and the weight of the knife strapped to his waist had him buzzing with excitement. The hot anger in his chest demanded to be sated and he intended to sate it with blood.

Makarov didn't bother knocking, he just pushed his way into the room. He could hear his mate talking and, as he opened the door wider he could see that the other was standing over a table, papers strewn about in front of him. He was talking with a few people through the computer, quickly and quietly asking questions in a language that Makarov was still trying to pick up fully. He could understand enough. Something about plans to investigate a soviet missile silo, one that was long abandoned.

He didn't bother waiting or trying to stay out of the way. After all, this was his mate. He would have his attention. Planning could wait, for now he needed something the calm the carefully simmering rage that still festered in his veins.

He moved quickly and quietly across the room before wrapping his mate up from behind. Immediately that sweet scent hit his nose, working through his system to put him at ease. Makarov buried his face into his neck, trying to get closer to the scent, trying to drink it in as much as possible.

His mate was quick to lean forward and tap a button on his computer, muting himself as the others he was talking with continued to speak as though nothing was happening. "Volodya," Hadir's voice was low and immediately Makarov could pick up on the concern that laced it. It was clear that he'd picked up on the anger that was still searing through his mate.

Makarov groaned into his neck, placing a kiss against his skin as Hadir's scent shifted to something tailor-made to comfort him. Something that slowly overwhelmed his senses with warmth and smothered the anger in him. "Saharok," Makarov acknowledged, still pressing closer, "how much longer?"

"Twenty minutes," Hadir answered easily, "are you covered in blood?" His voice stayed the same, but Makarov could smell the rising concern on him. That was no good.

He pressed closer, nipping at Hadir's neck, just over the mark he'd made some time ago, just over the mark that branded Hadir as his and his alone. A sense of satisfaction filled him at the reminder and he nipped at the skin again, running his tongue carefully over the scarred skin that he'd put there. Hadir shivered in response to the touch and leaned further into him, tilting his head just enough to give him better access to the expanse of skin.

"Not my blood."

"I figured," Hadir answered, his focus now less on the computer in front of him and more on grasping tight to Makarov's arms as his mate teased at his skin. Makarov delighted in the scent of heat and arousal that began to lace his mate's delicious scent.

He hummed against Hadir's throat, one of his hand slipping just under his shirt to skim across the skin of his chest. "Killed two of my men, have to kill another as well." the anger that had been simmering in him earlier made its reappearance, sharp and hot and demanding that he toss his mate over his shoulder and let him watch as he skinned alive the alpha that would dare claim to have touched what was his.

Immediately Hadir's scent shifted to comfort him again, answering his anger with an instinctual response. As much as Makarov hated to admit it, his advisors had been right. Taking a mate certainly helped to calm him.

"And why did you have to kill these men?" Hadir asked quietly, his attention a bit more focused despite Makarov's continued tempting attention at his neck.

Makarov gave a low growl at the memory and his grip around Hadir tightened, "They were talking about you. Calling you a whore, claiming you'd slept with one of my men." He paused for a moment before adding, "one of them is claiming to have fucked your pretty mouth."

Hadir paused at the words and, for a long moment, he said nothing. Makarov couldn't read much on his scent either and that fact sent stress running through him. He wondered for a moment if the other man was enraged by his words.

After several moments, Hadir reached forward to tap the button for his mic on the computer. He cut off the man that was currently speaking with a harsh snap to his words, one that sent heat down Makarov's spine. He quickly informed the men that he had something to take care of and let them know that they would speak the following day. With only a few other quick orders, he was ending the call and slamming the computer shut.

From there he careful turned around to face him, Makarov let the move happen, loosening his grip and moving his mouth away from Hadir's neck until his mate was facing him. He was quick to bury his face back into his neck, though, taking in deep breaths of the scent, still trying to read any sort of emotion on his mate. Sometimes he hated how good Hadir was at controlling his scent. It had left him more than a little lost during the beginning of their relationship. He knew his own scent was like a wide open book for Hadir. He could douse the anger and control it in front of others, but Hadir could read him too well.

Hadir traced along his spine, carefully moving until his hand was skating past Makarov's neck to bury itself in his hair. "Volodya," he spoke quietly, his words betraying nothing. Makarov could finally catch a wiff of his emotions on his scent and it was almost overwhelming. Rage, worry, love, heat. "You don't believe these men, do you?"

"Of course not," Makarov answered, his face still tucked close to Hadir's neck. "I trust you. I know you would never do such a thing. I know I'm the only one who can touch you."

Hadir seemed to give a sigh of relief at that and, immediately, he relaxed in Makarov's arms. Makarov hated that. Did his mate really think he wouldn't believe him? Did he really think that he would trust the word of three idiotic alphas over his own mate?

"Thank you," Hadir pulled Makarov closer to him, one of his hands gently stroking through Makarov's hair, carefully undoing any tangles as it went. "My love, perhaps," he seemed to hesitate for a moment and Makarov was quick to pull back to look at him fully.

"What is it? Vozlublenniy, tell me." He pressed his forehead against Hadir's, carefully catching his eyes to watch as his face dusted a red color. He always got like this when Makarov pressed them close like they were now.

Hadir seemed to hesitate for another moment before he offered in a careful but strong voice, "Perhaps you would let me handle this other man? The one who claims to have," his face wrinkled up for a moment before he spit out, "taken me in some way."

Makarov hummed at the words, though the alpha in him fought at the idea. He was supposed to take care of his mate, not leave it up to Hadir to handle. It was an irrational part of him, one he knew his mate hated, but one he found pressed back against the idea.

"Vozlublenniy," he started carefully, prepared to turn his mate down as kindly as he could.

Before he could get any further, Hadir was tugging him down to press their lips together in a harsh kiss. Makarov was quick to respond to the biting sting of teeth tugging at his bottom lip and the tongue that seemed insistent on making its way into his mouth. He pressed Hadir back against the table further, moving their bodies until they were pressed tight to one another. It was near impossible to tell where one of them ended and the other began and Makarov was determined to be even closer.

His hands moved down Hadir's hips, skating over his ass with only a quick squeeze given to the fat there as they moved. His hands gripped tight at Hadir's thighs, tugging at them to encourage his mate to move up. Hadir responded quickly, jumping just slightly to allow himself to be sat on the table. He spread his legs, allowing Makarov his rightful place between them.

Hadir grabbed tight to Makarov's hair then, using his grip to pull the man's mouth away from his own. The action pulled a low warning growl from Makarov's throat, but he seemed unphased. Hadir gave a small grin before pressed forward to peck at his lips. Makarov tried to chase when he pulled away, but he was stopped with a swift tug at his hair.

"Volodya," Hadir's voice was low and teasing and he eased himself closer to Makarov again, moving until their faces were only an inch apart, their breaths mixing together, "let me handle him, hmm?" He paused for a moment before adding in a low voice, "You can watch."

Makarov groaned at the idea, his eyes closing just briefly so that he could imagine what Hadir was proposing. His sweet mate with a knife in his hand, blood staining his skin, a man begging for his life, pleading for mercy that Hadir would not give him.

He imagine after, licking the blood from his mate's skin, pressing him close and sinking his fingers between his slick soaked thighs. He imagined biting at his throat again, latching onto his skin and drawing blood from from him as he brought Hadir closer and closer to his end, close enough that he would beg for release, beg for Makarov to fuck him right there with a still warm body bleeding on the floor in front of them.

He cursed under his breath, arousal pulsing at him and filling the air around them. He knew that Hadir could taste the thick scent of him on his tongue, he could tell by the way his mate laughed. The sound of it sent shivers down his spine.

"Do you want that?" Hadir practically purred the words and Makarov pressed closer to him, desperate to feel all of him as he licked and nipped desperately at his throat.

"Yes," he muttered out, "Yes, I'll let you handle it. I'll let you do it."

Just like that Makarov was shoved away from Hadir's body. He stumbled back at the sudden show of strength from his mate and watched hungrily as Hadir pushed himself off of the table and crossed the room to pick up his knife. It was one Makarov had gifted to him and just the sight of the blade in his mate's hand was enough to have him practically vibrating with excitement, hunger pouring from his body in waves.

Hadir tucked the knife into his belt before starting toward the door, hardly giving a glance to Makarov as he passed. He only called out for him when he opened the door, turning to meet his eyes with a twinkle in his own. "Are you coming, Volod'ka?"

Makarov practically melted at the words. He was no better than a dog as he followed behind his mate loyally, a thick scent of heat trailing after him.

[jackalgirl-01]

Page Bawlers [COD Writer & Boxing AU] Chapter 1

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The sound of clacking metal weights and equipment wasn’t something that he expect from his personal trainer and father-figure as an ideal place for him to train. Gyms aren’t really his strong suit especially when he have to charge into his workout clothes within the locker rooms. making sure that his black surgical face mask was intact to his face still fearing it might slip off from it’s resting place.

The mask server a purpose to hide and protective his identify to these who want to harm him and these closest to him. Along with hiding the scars on his face both old and new. Layers and layers of them spread all over their body long before their career as a boxer even. Simon better know as Ghost in the ring was no stranger to physical injuries and the instinct to fight for their life even if it meant stepping on death’s door step. He was extremely luckily that the locker room is empty at this hour, knowing that the gyms are quieter and less coward until 0700 hour mark.

He start to get himself ready, switching out his normal everyday clothes to his workout and training clothes. Placing them neatly in his duffel bag while taking out and setting his training gloves on the bench. After finishing getting dressed he places his bag in the locker locking the door with his own personal lock he bring from his flat. He doesn’t trust the gym’s handout locks due to their lack of strength. and wasn’t his idea to train in an public setting, but both Price and Gaz reassure him that there’s nothing to worry about since the gym is run by Alex, Hadir, and Farah who are old friends of his. That give them free range on their boxing area for exchange for some of his cash winnings to help keep the youth boxing program up and running for the children who come in distress from whatever life throw at them.

Ghost hold no objection or complains toward the deal, in fact he seen relieve that some of his earning go towards something positive. Giving a soft warm smile underneath his black-colored skull balaclava that hid it well. To prevent the others to see his facial expression, that give him a warm feeling that he can’t describe felt for very long time. It’s been almost a week since his last boxing match in the ring, and these past few days been nothing more than workouts and training to improvement and sharpened his skills. Thanks to Gaz who was insisted that he should be the one to handle his regimen inside and outside the gym with the help of Price of course.

Double checking he have everything he needed for this early morning training session, Ghost make his way out of the locker room and letting the door slam shut behind him. To make his way to the training area, seeing Price and Farah engaging in a deep conversation with each other like two high school students in the courtyard.

The coach was wearing his iconic hat and coaching clothes that were just his causal wear, that Simon thinks he have a stack of hats in his closet somewhere. Since the man was never seem without it during the time that Ghost known him. Then again the man treat him as a son when things are going down hill. He take a seat in nearby chair and waited patiently for them to finish. It wasn’t the first time he see them deep in conversion nor will it be their last. Farah the gym’s owner wearing her business entire.

“Look Farah, I know you and Hadir are having difficulties with the financial of the gym and the youth boxing program. Along with having Alex and your brother to keeping things under control when you aren’t around, but you need to have a bit more trust in them. You can’t keep worrying about the what ifs. I’m sure that these two boys will keep things running smoothly until you get back from your holiday.” Price say trying to reassure her.

Farah let out a sigh understanding her friend was looking out for her and their business. But she couldn’t help feeling a bit unease with what she’ll about to say next.

“I know Price, it’s just that the thought of having Alex and Hadir temporarily take care of the boxing youth program during my absence terrified me. The last time I was gone, Hadir think it was a good idea for the children to have a free for all brawl in the ring resulting in receiving anger phone calls from their parents. And a temporarily suspension on the program that I honestly wish he discussed this with me.”

Price give her a nod of understand. “I’m sure Alex will keep an eye on him this time around, beside the kid haven’t disappointed you yet. And proven himself multiple times that he can handle the responsibilities of the gym on his own. Along with the whole process of opening and closing shop, you’ll be in good hands.”

“I hope so, I honestly can’t handle another anger phone calls ambush. And thank you Price, I’ll see you in a few weeks. And please make sure the equipment don't get damages.” with that the conversation ended with Farah left the room leaving Price and Ghost alone.

Both of them didn’t say anything for an awhile now until Price break the silent.

“I’m sorry you have to listen to our conversation, while you wait Si. I hope you haven’t no problem with the locker room, since Alex and Hadir remodeled them before they reveal them to Farah as a surprise. Of course their wallets aren’t so luckily. anyway they’ll be in change while Farah is out for the day. Try not to give them a hard time alright? We want a repeat like last time.”

Ghost nodded in understatement not really impress with the temporarily change in management for the day. Plus he have a feeling that Hadir is still terrific of him about the whole Halloween skeleton event last year. That resulted in the poor man passing out in front of group of children when he saw Ghost fully dressed as the grim reaper with skull mask and all. Even scared some of the children as well, that Alex, Gaz, and Price have to comfort, calm them down, and reassured them all that it was just Ghost in a costume not the actual grim reaper himself. With Roach give the kiddos some candy and Farah take her brother to a spare room to get him to regain consciousness and not make the kids extremely worry.

Roach finishes giving out the treats towards the children signing a comment along the lines of them being brave. He walk up to Ghost and excuse themselves out of earshot and slight to have a private conversation. About him turning down the costume’s horror factor down for the kids sake’s for next year. Since some might have panic attacks or other medical condition that affect their breathing. Ghost take his friend’s concern to heart and promise him that he won’t accidentally scared the children and Hadir again.

Roach is a writer for a small publishing firm in UK that not many people know about along with being Ghost’s childhood friend and emotional supportive person. when things at home weren’t going “peaceful” to put it in simple terms. He visit Simon from time to time when the boxer was training at the gym, at home, or with Price and Gaz even doing causal civilian activities with the group. There are times that the writer even seen his friend’s boxing matches to show his support and write articles about them that his writing catch the readers’ attention on paper and online.

Simon wonder how’s his friend is holding up these days. They haven’t talk since the grand opening of the young program few months back. That given them an excuse to play a little catch up and share what they been doing in their life. It was honestly one of the ways they communicate with each other without having their profession in the way. He missed their conversations, jokes, and even tales of good childhood memories that they both share with each other. That he hold dear in his heart like a secret treasure that he doesn’t want to share with anyone. His bond with Roach is something that help him climb out of the darkness and the stepping stone to be the man he is now.

The deph of his thoughts isn’t always the safe places for him to wonder alone even though the memories of his youth are something that appearances and replay in his slumber when he lease expect it. Causing him to either wake up in terrific cold sweats and teary eyed, or somehow hurt himself in someway or form that result in him not remembering how it happened. or why he was even in unknown room with zero purpose at all. One day while Roach was staying over at his place him was having one of these night terrors that result of him obtained an knife from the kitchen. With the noises of him racking the cabinets and drawers that wake the tried man from his slumber, and look at him with immediate shock and realization that put him into high gear of alarm. Trying to do everything in his power to snap Simon out of his traces which in the end resulted in a close close that the outcome will result in attempted murdered on a legal stand point.

Simon drop the knife in between them shaking from the fear and realization what almost occur and had done right in front of him. Causing the 6’8 buff giant to knee on the floor and started to mentally breakdown with his face staring down on the floor too afraid to look up that his childhood friend. Roach feeling the effect of adrenaline rushing throughout his body still did the only thing he can do in that moment. He gently and carefully slide the knife out of the way and reached between them with the heel of his shoes. Gently and slowly around his arms around his friend’s neck bring his shaken body close to him and causing his face to be burying in his chest and sleep clothes. Along with giving his friend a safe temporarily place to hid his face. Roach holding Simon close against his small body tightly and protectively trying his best to comfort him, until the two of them fell asleep where they stay letting the night slip into day.

Now that event is just a memory that the boxer wants to forget about not from the embarrassment but for feeling self hatred towards himself. For letting it happened and making Roach seeing him at his worst and breaking point, which is something he doesn’t want either his close friends and acquaintance to see, even in public. And prefer to keep his personal issues to himself and don’t want to bother anyone with them especially Price and Roach.

Ghost dig himself out of his thoughts when both him and Price arrive at the training area of the gym. Both of them haven’t spoken to each other since earlier when Farah left to attend business elsewhere. Ghost spotted Gaz inspecting the equipment one final time before leaving it alone with Alex standing beside him bit annoyed.

“Gaz, for the last time the treadmill, drum-bells, stack weights, and the sandbag are fine without any signs of any damaged or worn from usages. You honestly need to chill.”

Gaz looked up at Alex abit annoy with the man’s behavior.

“Can’t Alex, you know that, plus Ghost need to be in tip-top shape with equipment that are in great or good condition to train for his matches, along with improve in areas that are lacking in strengths or skills. We can’t have him injuring himself and others on broken equipment that can result in anger phone calls by customers and parents. That will cause the gym to loss the community support and funding of the youth program. Plus we don’t want Farah to blow an kettle now do we?” responsive Gaz while getting off the ground and dust himself off with his hands.

Alex let out a loud sigh knowing full well that Farah put her heart and soul into this gym and the youth program. Even the community's help to remodel and expand the gym over the years is something he’s proud to be an part of even tho he’s an American, a foreigner in a foreign land with the same language but different dialect and tones. He sometime wishes he wasn’t American due to the stereotypes, history, and past relationships that the rest of the world had with the United States. And he isn’t proud with his own country’s actions and dark history either. Feeling Gaz’s glares staring at him still giving him a indicator that he spent bit too much time with his thoughts.

“Fine, fine, I’ll let you inspect the darn equipment as much as you Gaz. Fucking hell man, you made valid points, and honestly I don’t want Farah to feel overwhelmed with other angry mob of parents and customers on the phone lines and in person.” Alex say rising his hands in defeat. “We already had to deal with that type of chaos during Halloween when Ghost accidentally scared the kids. And I don’t want her to deal with an injured gym member and potential lawsuit.”

“Funny for you to say that, while you two muppets were deep in your yapping, you didn’t notices Ghost and I walk in and listening to both of you auguring about gym equipment like some schoolboys. Now what go you two so work up that you can’t take this matter outside in privately that you want the whole gym to know?” Prince interrupt them before their conversation become too heated that will let to a scene. And one way ticket to Farah’s office to face her wrath of punishment and discipline.

Both Alex and Gaz look toward the coach and the boxer direction feel embarrass that both of them have to see them having an agurement about something so minor.

“Sorry sir, it won’t happened again, it’s just an old habit of mine that’s hard to kick in the bucket.” Gaz said sheepishly

“Sorry, you guys have to witness that, Gaz and my behavior isn’t appropriate in a public space like this one. Hope you accept our apology, and you have my word that this won’t ever happen again.” Alex say a shame and embarrass with his behavior.

Price give an nod of understanding and acceptation, while Ghost give them one of his rare intimidating but forgiving stares. The duo release an sigh of relief and join the other two to begin their workday. And the sounds of training equipment begin to appear marking the start of Ghost’s training routine for the day. With both Alex and Gaz are on the sidelines as spotters to make sure everything run smoothly, while Price’s coaching Ghost throughout the routine with words of encouragement and jabs. That make Simon wanting to push himself harder and give it his all for the rest of the day.

[celenawrites]

so like I finished watching the gameplay of COD:MW (2019) and I have some thoughts:

warning - spoilers ahead

Gaz is just....such a badass. And exploring his psyche - wanting to have the reigns over how he tackles the mission assigned to him but still feeling conflicted over the methods they have employed (getting hostages for interrogation with the Butcher).... it's just absolutely phenomenal. (I'm so gonna write about him more and explore his psyche more if given the chance. Like I want this man conflicted and battling his demons y'all.)

First of all, Alex Keller and Farah Karim definitely have something going on. Like you cannot tell me that those prolonged eye contact and the banter means nothing???

Alex is pretty af. His eyes and his hair and his beard....just, yeah. He's so pretty. (I'm definitely gonna read more fics with him in it)

Seeing Cpt. John Price in action was amazing. He's such a badass. An even better leader. His command, every move of his....it was so riveting to watch him lead and fight.

Seeing flashbacks of Farah and Hadir just added more heartache. Really resonates with how war can truly ruin your whole life. They both have been through a lot.

Seeing Price as a Lieutenant was....yeah. He's just so dreamy fr. And still as tenacious.

Also Price has a freckle on his nose???? Why have I not noticed it before??? Why has no one written about it in fanfics????? I-

I was not prepared for who actually stole the chemical/gas. How could you, Hadir?? (I do get why he did it, really. But that's something I will probably discuss another day.)

Watching Farah kill Barkov was so satisfying, fuck yeah.

Laswell....yeah <3

Also seeing that scene where Price finally approached Laswell and formed Task Force - 141 was really something. I was so hyped up fr.

[codmw2019-2022]

MW 2019 - Allied NPCs:

Mission and what group followed by Character Call Signs and Name if shown/give and the character's Status.

Fog Of war | CIA with Marine Raiders

Hammer 2-1 [ U.S. Crew Chief? ] Blue Viking 5-1 [ Gunship ] Hitman 7-1 Sgt. Hoyt (KIA) Hitman 7-2 Cpl. Davis (KIA) Hitman 7-3 Spc. Gonzavi (KIA) Hitman 7-4 LCpl. Randoff (KIA) Hitman 7-5 Pvt. Myers (KIA) Echo 3-1 Alex (Alive)

Cutscene

Charlie 2-Actual Colonel Noris (Alive) Watcher Station Chief Laswell (Alive) General Lyons (Alive) Bravo 0-6 Captain John Price (Alive)

Piccadilly | SAS with CTSFO

Raven [ Overwatch ] Saber 2-4 Sgt. Crowley (Alive or KIA) Saber 2-6 Sgt. Kyle Garrick (Alive) Trojan 3-1 Cst. Brooks (KIA) Trojan 3-2 Cst. Fowler (Alive or KIA)

Embedded + Proxy War | CIA with Urzik Militia

Vipper 1-1 [ Unmarked Gunship ] Farah Karim (Alive) Hadir Karim (Alive) Tariq (Deceased) Lina (KIA) Yasin (Alive) [ Armen, Ziryan, Hemin, Renas, Kejal, Zerya, Jorin, Rozhin, Dozan, Daryan, Erdelan ] *

Clean House | SAS anti-terror unit

[ Alpha: 1-1, 1-2, 2-1, 2-2, 3-1, 3-2, 3-3 ] *

Hunting Party | CIA with Demon Dogs

Demon 1-2 Sgt. Griggs (Alive) Demon 3-2 Sgt. Norman (Alive) Demon 3-5 Cpl. Lee (Alive) Demon 3-6 Pvt. Hughes (Alive) [ Demon: 8-2, 7-6, 7-5, 7-4, 7-2, 7-1, 6-6, 6-2, 5-6, 5-4, 5-2, 4-6, 4-4, 4-1, 3-4, 2-6, 2-5, 2-4, 1-3 ] * **

The Embassy | SAS, CIA, Urzik Militia

Jaguar 4-1 [ U.S. UAV Operator ] UK Pilot 1 (KIA) Ambassador Harris (Deceased) Assistant Stacy Davidson (Deceased or Alive) Adam (Deceased) Romeo 4-6 Mikey (KIA) Romeo 4-7 Cpl. Davidson (KIA) [ Emerald: 2-4, 2-6 | Romeo: 3-1, 4-2, 4-3, 4-5, 4-7, 4-8, 4-10 ] *

Highway of Death | Urzik Militia

Ali (Alive or KIA) Alyah (Alive or KIA) [ Ziryan, Ashti ] *

Flashback

Farah's Father Walid Karim Shadi / Shadi's Kid (Deceased)

The Wolf's Den | SAS, CIA

Lifter 1-1 [ Air Transport ] Sinner 1-1 [ Overwatch ] [ Alpha: 2-2, 2-3, 2-4, 2-5 | Crown: 6-3, 6-4, 6-5 ]

Captive

Azadeh (Alive or KIA) Darine (Alive or KIA) Ayah (Alive or KIA) [ Ghalia, Hadia ] * 2 SAS Soldiers (Alive)

Old Comrades | SAS Unsanctioned

Nikolai (Alive) Yegor Novak (Alive) Butcher's Wife Ousa (Deceased or Alive) Butcher's Son Amon (Deceased or Alive)

Going Dark | SAS

Hostages are Barkov's Family

Into the Furnace | CIA, SAS, Urzik Militia

Jaguar 4-7 [ Air Support ] [ Erdelan, Daryan, Ziryan, Yaran, Hemin, Dila, Royar, Mazar, Renas, Avdar, Ashti ] *

Spec Ops

Sgt. Kamarov ( ALIVE ) Dr. Linda Morales (Alive)

* Names are randomised for these characters since they aren't important to the plot, and because of this their status is unknown. ** There are probably more callsign numbers in between but these were the ones I was able to catch.

AN:

This post is formatted a bit differently from my other posts because I wanted it to be a bit easier to read without having change everything.

As always I hope this helps fanfic writers as well as other members of the fandom with wanting their OCs to be connected back to our favourite main characters.

[samatedeansbroccoli]

On the topic of Hadir, MW22 better bring me that good old Disney styled fairy tale story. Where Hadir is in emotional pain because, unlike Farah who has her people and good friends to support her, Hadir is in Russia and has no one. And he knows the chemical warfare wasn’t the way to go but he was desperate. Being the ruler of Barkov’s throne was enticing at the start because he could be in control of what happened in Urzikstan, but Barkov’s dead. There’s literally no reason to be there anymore. And now he’s lost the only person in his life who has been there from the beginning.

Meanwhile Farah comes to terms with what happened that fateful day and thigh it still pains her and she’s weary of forgiveness, she wants her only family back.

The two face off one another and Farah asks Hadir to come home. And Hadir agrees, breaking down into tears because the guilt has been killing him and he didn’t think he’d see Farah again. But here she is, welcoming him right back into her heart with a renewed understanding of his intentions.

[stark-sarah]

if you like the campaign for call of duty: modern warfare and especially alex, go give my book a read!!

[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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[ethereal-night-fairy]

Scorched Earth

Cbf!Farah Karim x Enemy!Oc (Mirage)

Everything you've worked so hard for has led to this. Has led to you waiting with bated breaths to be caught, for her rage to reach you so you could witness her flames char you to your bones. So you could atone for your mistakes. So you could ask for forgiveness, not to be forgiven but to show you would have tried to be better were you given the choice. That you would have loved to fight alongside her. That you would have given anything to be next to her.

Prologue

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

(here enjoy yet another series. Blame the worms they wouldn't leave me alone)

Copyright © by ethereal-night-fairy. 2024. All Rights Reserved. Writing not permitted for reposting, transcription, translation or to use with AI technologies.

[local-crying-boy]

ℂ 𝕆 𝔻 𝕞 𝕖 𝕟 𝕙 𝕖 𝕒 𝕕 𝕔 𝕒 𝕟 𝕟 𝕠 𝕟 𝕤

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How they are like in a relationship pt2

Characters included: Alex Keller, Philip Graves, Nikolai, Hadir Karim

A/n: I don’t know a lot about other CoD characters that I have not written this headcannon for, so I apologise for my lack of knowledge and that the others are missing <3

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Alex Keller

Our little American is the sweetest man here.

He’s one respectful, kind and loving man (not like the others aren’t) but he’s the type who just knows what’s going on with you by a simple look

He calls you names like ‘baby’ ‘sweetheart’

He’s got a list of jokes he wants to tell you, and has told you the CIA one a few times in hopes that it does soon become funny

Loves it when you tell him stupid jokes as well

Phillip Graves

Pet names like ‘sweetheart’ ‘honey’ ‘doll’ ‘baby’. Stupid little ones you expect southern Americans to use (for obvious reasons)

He doesn’t like leaving for missions when you and him got together, he wanted to be with you and give you all the love you deserve

So, since he can’t always be there, he would drown you in gifts and affection the minute he got home.

He usually tries to show this all the time, but you know that sometimes he just simply comes back completely and utterly mentally and physically exhausted.

He can’t say much about what he does, but he can still somewhat confine in you (as much as he insists he’s okay)

Nikolai

King of forehead kisses. You cannot tell me otherwise.

He’s talk asf (well, he’s taller than me and I’m short asf), so he can just tower over you and plant soft kisses over your head.

He’s older too, so he’s screaming major respect and being a decent man that you might not find in younger lads (for example the boys my age -.-)

He was also reluctant at first to be with you, his age was one thing as the age gap between you and him was a little too large for his liking.

However, you heavily grew on this man and he couldn’t help but FINALLY admit his feelings.

RUSSIAN NICKNAMES

Most of the time you don’t know what he’s called you, but, hey-ho, at least it’s something.

Has, at least once, insulted you in Russian without you knowing and covered it up as a pet name (you never heard him call you it more than once)

Hadir Karim

Hadir knows how it feels to loose those who are close to him, he’s practically lost his entire family due to the war going on in Urzikstan.

When he first met you, he wasn’t planning on falling in love with you, let alone date you.

However, one things leads to another and the two of you ended up getting together (yipeee)

His worst fear is losing you, after everyone he’s lost, he doesn’t want to lose another.

If you’re a solider, he’s mostly watching out for you when you’re fighting, waiting for the moment that he might have to jump in and make sure you don’t die.

It’s an extreme, of course, he knows you are completely capable of taking care of yourself, but caution didn’t kill the cat, curiosity did, and he’s happy to admit he’s not curious to see if you could survive the worse of the worst.

Speaks little sentences to you in Arabic, he doesn’t care if you understand or not (he hopes that, one day, you’ll be able to catch onto certain phrases and words)

[local-crying-boy]

Writing Masterlist

A collection of all of the fanfictions I have written!

One-shots:

MCU:

⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆ Pietro Maximoff ⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆

New Years Eve Party / GN!Reader - One-shot, fluff

Mission Gone Wrong pt.1 / Fem!Reader - One-shot, fluff

Mission Gone Wrong pt.2 / Fem Reader - One-shot, fluff-angst

Waking Up with Pietro Maximoff / GN!Reader - drabble, fluff

Bodyguard Pietro Maximoff / GN!Reader - imagine

Shakes and Shivers / GN!Reader - One-shot, fluff

⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆ Wanda Maximoff ⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆

Tough missions and warm hugs / M!Reader - one-shot, fluff

Twilight:

⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆ Carlisle Cullen ⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆

Carlisle Cullen X Magic!Reader / GN!Reader - One-shot, fluff(?)

As if to turn back time / Fem!Reader - One-shot, fluff, reunion

⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆ Jasper Hale ⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆

If you dated Jasper Hale - headcannons

It was our plan pt.1/ Fem!Reader - angst

(req) It was our plan pt.2 / Fem!Reader - angst-fluff

⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆ Jasper Hale and Alice Cullen ⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆

If you were their second mate - meeting them / GN!Reader - headcanons

Arcane:

⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆ Viktor ⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆

Late Night Chats / GN!Reader - One-shot, fluff, love confessions

Success! / GN!Doctor!Reader - One-shot, mutual pining

(req) Viktor helping his s/o who is sad / GN!Reader - one-shot, fluff, comfort fic

(req) Not Without You / GN!Reader - One-shot, fluff

(req) Viktor SFW Head cannons

Lord of the Rings/The Hobbit:

⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆ Legolass ⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆

Fell In Love With You / GN!Reader - One-shot, fluff, comfort, childhood friends to lovers

Criminal Minds:

⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆ Spencer Reid⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆

Pretty Boy / GN!Reader - One-shot, fluff

Call of Duty:

⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆ Headcannons⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆

COD men / How they are like in a relationship

COD men / what they do when their s/o passes out

⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆ Hadir Karim⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆

Waking up with him / GN!Reader - Imagine

A rest well deserved / GN!Reader - one-shot, fluff, short

⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆ Multiple characters x reader⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆

Home, at last / Fem!Reader x John Price x Nikolai - Short one-shot, smut

⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆ Character Ships⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆

Cuppa tea / Simon 'Ghost' Riley x John 'Soap' MacTavish - fluff, short one-shot

Series:

MCU

Composure - A Pietro Maximoff Fanfic - Masterlist {UNFINISHED}

Cecelia Winslow, a twenty-five year old S.H.I.E.L.D agent, fights closely with the Avengers and with one small mistake, she ends up meeting the love of her life in a life or death situation. Though, with old memories coming back up due to a certain Maximoff twin, it gets difficult to save the world all the while managing her anxiety., alongside trying to deal with a Speedster's attractive looks and relentless flirtations.

Code Green JR - A Pietro Maximoff Fanfiction - Masterlist {YET TO BE RELEASED / BEING PLANNED AND WRITTEN CURRENTLY}

Seventeen-year-old Nikolai Banner had been living with the worry about turning into a miniature version of none other than the Hulk, but, either way, when billionaire, Tony Stark, shows up at Nikolai's and Bruce's apartment, he had no surprise. Along with battling some inner feelings and some normal teenage experiences (as normal as you can get when you may have a ticking time bomb that could cause you to become a big, green, rage monster), with some additional rage monster feelings, Nikolai ends up meeting a certain Sokovian Speedster.