#call of duty ocs

[applbottmjeens]

F1 x COD OCs

Ft. @kaitaiga, @sleepyconfusedpotato, @alypink

HELLO BRAINROT COMMUNITY WE R COMBINING TWO FAVES.

MY FRIENDS OCS AND GUYS WHO DRIVE REAAAALLLY FAST

its my first time drawing some of these guys so it doesn't look as polished as id like, but I think that just means I gotta draw alot of F1 haha :3

This took way too long for me to make...but I hope everyone likes it :')

[revnah1406]

So this was sitting on my wips list for quite a long time. And It's been a while since the last time I brought Op Kingslayer content. I don't know if I'm going to finish it hahahaha! But I thought it would be nice to show you what the team looks like in their mission in Bolivia. <3

I'll bring more content soon! And I hope the next chapter too! Also new OCs will join the team! What is going to happen? *Dramatic music intensifies*

OCs:

Hannah "Sparrow" Clayton - @revnah1406

Alyssa "Aly" M. - @alypink

Captain Arjun - @welldonekhushi

Mandy Macfie - @alidravana

Charlotte "Jade" le Jardin - @sleepyconfusedpotato

[the-whispers-of-death]

New Member

When the 141 were told they'd have an IT Specialist from the U.S. Navy joining them since all of the SAS It Specialists were too busy and the 141 needed their own IT Specialist instead of being put on the back burner with the rest of the SAS squads, they all were apprehensive at adding someone new to their squad. Especially because it had only been eight months since they've been lent Fleet Marine Corpsman Mishra, aka Stone, and honestly one American was already enough for them.

But Laswell told them that there was no negotiating this and Price had to look through military files on potential IT Specialists to find the right one. It took him a week to pick one and two weeks for them fly her in.

One day, Price gathered the 141 in a conference room. He took a deep breath and said, "I know we all don't want someone new, but we had no choice so I'm telling you all to at least act professional with her. Okay?"

With those words, he went to the door and ushered in the new IT Specialist. She was the shortest of them all at five-foot-six and she had a burly build, looking a bit tiny surrounded by larger military men. Her skin was a warm brown tone, not marred with scars but rather decorated with a tattoo sleeve of vines wrapping around her right arm that barely hid beneath the sleeve of her uniform from where it stopped at her wrists. Her black, wavy hair was pulled up in an elegant bun, bobby pins pinning it into place and her dark brown eyes that looked like pools of chocolate were framed by thin-wire glasses.

"Hello," she said with a naturally bright smile on her face, her voice soft and lyrical. "I'm Petty Officer 3rd Class Vasanti Singh. I'm honored to be working you all."

Soap eyed her warily, still burned by Graves and Shadow Company's betrayal. "What's your callsign?" he asked, curious but still cautious.

"Ladder," Stone answered for her, his cold voice bouncing off the walls as always as he stared at the woman he knew.

Ladder's smile widened. "Stone, it's good to see you again," she replied, to which Stone graced her with a respectful nod in response.

Gaz was intrigued by that, since there weren't many that Stone respected. "You know each other?"

"I've served with men that Stone used to serve with when he was still only a Navy Corpsman instead of a Fleet Marine Corpsman, we met during one of the hang-outs five years ago and we've known each other since," Ladder explained, still looking at Stone. "It had been a while though, at least a year. I'm glad to see you're still alive, Stone."

Stone merely grunted in response, a normal response from him. "You and me both, Ladder."

"How did you get the callsign "Ladder"?" Ghost asked, his eyes narrowed beneath his white skull mask and balaclava. He didn't trust her just yet, which was typical from the man.

Soap smirked at her. "Is it because you're so short?" he asked, intently watching her reaction.

"Soap," Price said, but Ladder just laughed.

She nodded and replied, "That, and because I can lift a ladder with one hand."

Ghost scanned her short but burly frame up and down, assessing her. "I look forward to seeing that."

"You will. I promise you that."

Reblogs are welcomed & appreciated! Asks are open, feel free to pop in and talk or request something! (SFW requests only, please and thank you)

[inknites]

Urzik ocs 🔛🔝

Anyways thought I should introduce tumblr to Idris aka Four. He is a call of duty oc based on the idea that there is a ULF Cavalry team, from the lovely __av.enue over on tiktok 🫶

[mistydoesart]

Just two boys dressed up for a formal event. Ghost was not happy to leave the mask at home.

[islandtarochips]

The Warriors Task Force

The WTF is an elite team that helps and protects the Pacific side of the world. They are the ones who are doing most of the rescue missions. Mostly about Trafficking. Knowing the numbers of how many drugs or innocent people have been kidnapped and being shipped off to somewhere.

Captain Kanoa Toa is the one who made this Task Force and is in charge. The reason why he called the “Warriors Task Force”, is not only because it’s the meaning of his last name. But to show the world that the Island Pacific is being protected by the bravest and the strongest soldiers around.

The WTF has mostly been recruited by many Polynesians. Samoan, Maori, Tongan, Fijian, Hawaiians- MANY. There are some Americans too.

Kanoa and his Task Force was also strictly under the direct order of General Alana Kalani. The most trusted and respected woman that Kanoa had known for a LONG time.

The WTF has FOUR main members that started this Task Force. Here are the people that is famously known for:

Captain Kanoa Toa (The Leader) First Sergeant Tiala “Shark” Toa (2nd-in-Command) Sergeant Nigel “Squirrel” Harrison (Sniping/VIP Protection) Sergeant Agnes “Blast” Falagi (Demolition Expert)

These are the four first members of the Warrior Task Force.

They even have a Combat Medic to join them in the field.

Aelan Kalani (Combat Medical Expert)

These Task Force are very known for rescuing hostages, stopping human and drug trafficking. Between the Pacific and Asia. From both land and seas. 

They will get these things done FAST since that’s how the Marines are, right? Get it done. Get it fast. For their patch. This will be very hard for me to explain of how it looks like. But I was thinking of their weapon called the "Nifo Oti". Meaning "Sharp Tooth" in Samoan. Also knows as the "Samoan Fire Knife". This is what it looks like:

THAT'S the weapon. So for the patch. I was thinking of having TWO of these and put it in a X form in the back and in the front will be the spear in the middle. The color will be red, blue and white. Representing for Kanoa, Tiala and Agnes's Island home. American Samoa.

That's all for now but I might come back here and update it sooner or later. So I hope you guys like this team!

[unmotivatedartistry]

TW // blood, gun, suicide implication

what's the point, living without meaning?

jaki ma sens, żyć bez znaczenia?

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hey guys it's my COD oc wiesław wraith sokołowski. srry guys accidentally called him by his first name. anyways here have a speedpaint

part 2/2

[cloudofbutterflies92]

Tagged by the lovely @simonxriley 💕 in this picrew , I decided to put the Riley/Park family as her after the events of MW4

Eden"Spectra"Park /Simon"Ghost"Riley

Diana Riley/Joseph Riley

Helen Park/Robert "Bell"Watson

Tag:@chloekistune @graveyard-party666 @alypink @kaitaiga @statichvm @onehornedbeast @themotherofhorses @alexxmason @carlosoliveiraa @cassietrn @socially-awkward-skeleton @thewanderer-000 @thedeadthree @priceseyes @sinclxirx @marivenah @strangefable @captastra @aceghosts @kikiharinezumi @katsigian

[welldonekhushi]

Task Force Shatrujeet in a nutshell:

Col. Kulshrestha: How are your teammates doing, Arjun?

Arjun: Yes, my teammates are doing a good job sir. It's just that they're —

Aditya and Yuvraj, barging in the room as they argue:

Yuvraj: There is no way you believe Jerry is in the right. He was a troublesome mouse!

Aditya: Jerry was smart, you cannot disagree with me. In the end, Tom got what he deserved!

Yuvraj, groans: You're just supporting the one who gave the most pain to someone who dealt with it all along. No wonder why you're still single —

Aditya: Excuse me, why does that have to do with me being single?

Yuvraj: Because it tells about your mindset!

Aditya: So your ultimate conclusion was I cannot get a girlfriend — oh god wow, look at you, can't even think of anything good for me!

Col. Kulshrestha, looking worried at the two:

Arjun, who just faces his Colonel back, smiling disappointedly knowing this happens all the time:

Venkatesh and Aly, who were doing some coding together and watched the two argue as they sip their tea:

Venkatesh: The tea is brewing pretty well, right Miss Aly?

Aly, nods: Exactly.. *sips her tea again*

Task Force Shatrujeet belongs to me!

Alyssa "Aly" Martinez belongs to @alypink!

[kaitaiga]

On The Lookout

I haven’t drawn Lachlan in so long so here you go~ a sketch of my favourite grumpy dilf captain 😋

[nowheregoat]

I've been quiet for a few weeks, so here's a boy!

Lore + doodle under cut

Badger, also known as Nicholas Albrecht, is a mercenary originating from Austria.

Back in Austria he has a mother and a twin brother. His father was a police officer who went missing in action. His family life was rather healthy, but school was hard for him, making him loathe school and studying, resulting in him joining the Austrian army once he was done with school. 

After completing his deployment he looked into mercenary work and found it calling out to him. So with his military training and experience he began working as a mercenary, jumping from force to force, his sole motivator being the thrill of battle and the pay at the end of the day.

Nicholas's call sign comes from him falling into a hole and being stuck in said hole for a whole day before his team found him. He was "like an angry little badger" when he finally got out.

BONUS: little doodle of Markus (@breadthe's oc) and Nicholas

[applbottmjeens]

STYLE SWAP

inspired by the homie @sleepyconfusedpotato

ft. the couple that will NEVER beat those sugar daddy allegations

I've mentioned before that Anna has a very girly aesthetic off duty (went for y2k bimbocore for funsies on this one) that contrasts with her overall F E R A L personality and I'm glad I got to finally show off how different she and Phillip are. Guy is literally in the Caucasian dad drip while his girl is dressed like Cady Heron 2004

this was so fun to do, and you can see the HD and some other versions here for free on my Patreon. ♡

I wonder what I'm gonna draw these two doing next...

[revnah1406]

Op Kingslayer Patch!

So a lot of you already know that I love making personalised Patches for my mutuals' ocs. And of course I was gonna make one for our favourite team in Bolivia! They are in the middle of a covert operation. Nobody has to know that they are there, so they can't use their regular patches with their respective taskforce, army, or flag. But they still have to identify themselves as a team. So they use a special patch for this operation. 👀👀

So everyone who is wearing this patch means that they are a Kingslayer, they are going for the king's head in Bolivia, El Sueño! 👀

Hope you like it! And I hope I can post the next chapter soon! I'm a little more than halfway! This chapter is so complicated to write, many things happen! A lot of action, a lot of drama, new ocs are coming in... You cry, you laugh... Hahaha I'm so excited I wish I could tell you everything but no Spoilers! 🤫

Also I want to thank all of my mutuals that are helping me with this fic and to write their ocs properly!

Thank you so much guys, I love ya❤️

[the-whispers-of-death]

Valentine's Day Gifts

Asks are open, feel free to pop in and talk or request something!

It was Valentine's Day, a day Stone had never really celebrated before. He thought it was just another greedy holiday used by big corporations to convince their consumers to give them even more money than usual. It helped that he usually had no one to celebrate this holiday with. Usually.

However, even if he didn't have a significant other, this day wasn't only about romantic love and he did now have...acquaintances. And considering he wasn't someone who openly expressed his appreciation, he decided he may as well show it today. Though he refused to buy them gifts, so homemade gifts he had to give.

Since the 141 just love his cups of chai, each of their gifts came with a cup of chai. He had no doubt they'd accept just the chai as a gift, but Stone felt that was too...impersonal. So he came up with unique gifts for each of them.

Price's gift came in the form of helping out with the load of paperwork Price had to get through. Stone had snuck into Price's office while Price was at the mess hall for lunch and he had done all of the paperwork he had clearance to do, leaving the classified paperwork for Price. It wasn't much, but Price certainly appreciated coming back to his office, no Stone in sight, just a cup of chai and a little more than half of his paperwork for the day already done.

Soap had gone to his barracks after an afternoon of sharpening his combat skills, only to see a few presents that weren't there before. On his nightstand was the cup of chai and on the bed were two things; one was an empty sketchbook and the other was a container of Soap's favorite Scottish snack, Tunnocks tea cakes. His mouth watered at the sight of the tea cakes, especially since he couldn't find them anywhere in the town the base was located in. And food was the way to get into that man's heart.

Gaz arguably got the best gift of them all (at least in his opinion). He had woken up that morning and had headed into the recreational room, thinking he'd wish Stone a happy Valentine's Day and would maybe engage in some conversation with the tall man while Stone had his usual morning cup of chai. Stone had already, unfortunately, left the recreational room but to Gaz's surprise and delight, there was a cup of chai and an envelope waiting for him.

He took both to the little table in the kitchenette of the recreational room, drinking his cup of chai. As he did so, he opened the envelope and got out the paper inside. Inside were the contents of Stone's recipe for chai, which was a little different than regular masala chai (simply because Stone was allergic to cinnamon and thus substituted it). In Gaz's hands was the key to the heaven of the mouth, Stone's precious chai recipe.

Ghost had heard from the rest of the 141 about their gifts from Stone, so he was expecting to get a gift. And boy was he not disappointed. He had stepped into his barracks after a long day of training and doing paperwork, to see the infamous cup of chai and a weighted blanket. The weighted blanket had been something Ghost had been wanting to get for a few weeks now, needing something similar to Stone's weight and warmth to go to sleep. So the blanket would help on the nights that Stone didn't sleep in his bed with him. But that wasn't all that was there, no there was also something Ghost had thought he'd never see again.

On the bed, laid carefully, was his favorite balaclava that had been previously ruined during a mission. It had been sliced open by an enemy soldier who had swung their blade in Ghost's face and the only reason Ghost hadn't been injured was due to Stone quickly pulling Ghost away from the enemy soldier, though not without the poor mask being injured. Even though it had been his favorite, Ghost couldn't stitch for his life, so he had thrown out the mask. But now here it was, carefully stitched up by Stone who had presumably dug it up from the trash.

While all of the 141 appreciated their gifts, they had no time to get Stone a gift in return, which Stone anticipated and accepted the fact. Though it seemed someone did get him a gift. As he exited the hospital building, one of the soldiers who worked at the small post office on base had told him there was a care package waiting for him back at his barracks. That perplexed Stone, especially since he had no one at home who would send him a package. As he walked to his barracks, he tried to think of who would send a package but he couldn't think of one. Unless...

Stone would never admit it, but as soon as the name popped into his head, he practically ran to his barracks. Outside the door to his barracks, there was indeed a box waiting for him. He carefully lifted it and took it inside, feeling eager for the first time in months. If it was who he thought it was... Well, it had to be who he thought it was, no one else would unexpectedly send him something.

After taking off his gear, he opened the box with his combat knife. Inside the box was all of his favorite Indian snacks: bags of Chakli, bags of Aloo Bhujia, bags of Khatta Meetha, a container of Khaman Dhokla. Everything that reminded him of home. But the thing that caught his attention and confirmed his suspicion of who sent the care package was a small wood carving of an ox that had been wrapped in tissue paper to prevent damage during shipping.

He knew the craftsmanship, knew it so well. There were only a few U.S. Marines who knew him by the nickname "Ox", because they had given him that nickname. And unfortunately, four out of the five Marines were dead, having been a squad of five. But there was one who survived, the captain of the squad and a man that was the closest thing Stone had to a friend. And like with all of the wood carvings the man carved, this ox was carved with care and love, a testament to the fondness between him and Stone even when they hadn't spoken since Stone got the news about most of the squad dying a year ago.

Stone set down the ox carefully on his nightstand, placing it in a way where he'd be able to see it when he got into bed to sleep that night. Then he picked up the envelope, opening it with eagerness. Inside was a letter he handled with more care than he did with the envelope. He unfolded it, reading the contents.

Dear Ox,

I know it has been months since we last spoke, a year since we last saw each other. I'm deeply sorry I pulled away from you after the death of my soldiers, I had needed to heal on my own. But I'm back now, if you still accept my acquaintance as you once did.

The last few months have been busy for me, so forgive me for not reaching out sooner. I cannot tell you all the details, but I'm certain you've heard by now that I retired from the Marines and went into a private military company. It is called the Shadow Company and while I've had my doubts about private military contractors, you know I did, these group of men and women are better than those I've met in the past. I see a family here with them, a new family I didn't think I'd get after my old one died.

But I have not fully forgotten my roots. I remember the night you got that nickname "Ox", how you had gotten drunk for the first time and made all of us go to a barn so you could fight an ox. I remember watching you get into the pen with the ox and I remember jumping over the fence and into the pen with you to get you out when you tried charging back at the charging ox. I remember the squad joking about how you tried to fight an ox for months afterwards.

I can't forget you, can't forget them. And I don't want to. So, this is why I've taken to writing letters to you again. I miss you, Ox. And I am selfish for doing so when I have left everything else of my old life behind. But God, I can't let go of you. I still feel the weight of your heavy frame against mine as we sat side by side, still feel the warmth that hides beneath your cold and stoic demeanor. We have spent far too many years together, shared a loss that few share together.

Though I can't hold it against you if you no longer feel the same about me, if by pulling away from you has irreparably damaged the little friendship we did share. It is your choice if you wish to pick up our habit of sending each other letters during our deployments, I understand if you do not want to. Just know that I await your letter, should you choose to send one. Use the address this letter was sent from if you do send a letter.

I hope you are doing well and I think of you often. Though it has been years since we've served on the same squad, we are still two soldiers from the same squad, the only two still alive. It is an unfortunate circumstance, but I hope we continue to be the two still alive, so we can carry their memories with us.

Happy Valentine's Day, hopefully. Hopefully my package arrived on the date and it gives you a taste of home. You deserve it and more.

Your (hopefully still) friend,

Kali

Stone read and reread the contents of the letter, his eyes memorizing the words. His cold heart softened, memories of a time when he thought he had found his forever squad playing out in his mind. While he had opened up more than he had with other Marine squads, he had still been sent to another squad and he never got to go back to the squad, even when Kali became captain. He had accepted it, he hadn't truly opened up fully then, not as he does now with the 141. But Kali's friendship had remained and he found himself wanting—longing to write him a letter back.

Maybe Valentine's Day wasn't all bad after all.

Reblogs are welcomed & appreciated!

[fouramradi0]

RAHHHHH

Guys I do drawing requests, please bother me I beg of you, I just wanna draw cod and cod ocs

:(((

This one up here is My Oc (Right) and another persons Oc (Left) from TikTok. they're in looove (Im delusional) (Visit them at "syraquire" on TikTok!!)

I made this in Roblox Freedraw btw, so its a bit blurry :P

[cinewhore]

I have two Call of Duty OCs stuck in my head and now y’all will hear about them.

Michaela “Mickie the Butcher” Carson and Minerva “Minnie” Hero

Two peas in a pod. Mickie is a transportation specialist. Looks like a cupcake but can kill you without batting an eyelash. Got her nickname after she emerged from being held captive, drenched in blood, all the opps having been mutilated in a…fashion. Rumor has it there was security footage but it’s never been found. When people mention the butcher you’d expect some towering and burly dude but out pops some femme who blasts K-pop while on missions sometimes.

Minnie is the exact opposite. Looks like someone who can kill you 100% and would. Is mute and has worked hard to sharpen her other senses. Can hear like a fucking bat. Makes her an excellent sharpshooter. Mainly uses ASL but has been attached to Mickie for so long they don’t have to speak to have a whole conversation. People assume they’re lesbians because of how close they are.

Just two lovely ladies you don’t want to fuck with