#cod oc: python

[the-whispers-of-death]

Transfer Him (Or Not)

A/N: For context, here is Python's introduction Ghost. And here is Python's basic info post.

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It took Ghost two days of putting up with Python before he stomped towards Price's office. He practically threw open the door, glowering at the captain for what he has had to put up with from the American medic.

"Transfer him." Ghost growled out as he stalked towards Price's desk.

Price looked up from where he writing a report. "'Him" who? Be more specific, there's all men here in this task force," he replied, amused with his own joke. He chuckled for a bit before turning serious, raising a brow at his lieutenant. "Is it Soap? I thought you liked him now."

Ghost scowled beneath his mask, crossing his arms. "I do and I was talking about that bastard American medic," he grumbled.

"Python?" Price couldn't help it, he burst out into laughter, which only made Ghost more irritated. He had his laughing fit for a whole minute before he wiped the tears of laughter from his eyes, his smile forming on his face. "You want me to transfer Python?"

"Yes," Ghost said gruffly, not understanding why Price found it so funny.

"No."

"What? Why not?"

Price's amusement was gone now, his hands moving around some paperwork on his desk. He waited until he was sure Ghost was seriously asking the question. "Ghost, I can't transfer Python," he explained, his words careful. "For one, I didn't transfer him to us in the first place, Laswell did, and secondly, a medic would be good for us. You and Soap barely made it out alive in Las Alamas. So he's staying, no matter how much you don't like him."

Ghost growled at that, very upset by Price's logic. "I don't trust him. The last American we trusted was Graves, and we all know how that turned out," he said.

"Do you trust me, Ghost?"

"Without question."

Price smiled at that, knowing he could always count on his lieutenant to trust him. "Then trust that I know you'll end up liking Python," he replied. "Besides, you don't even know him well enough to hate him. He's only been here for two days."

Ghost grumbled again. "I know him enough to know he's a mysterious bastard."

"Ah, so you two have that in common," Price said, his smile widening into a grin at the playful glower Ghost threw his way for that comment. He chuckled. "Just... Try to be nice, okay? You wouldn't want to piss off a medic, Ghost. Trust me."

Ghost nodded and then left the office so Price could get back to work. He decided to head to the base hospital, heading out of the building he was in and making his way over to the base hospital.

He walked inside the base hospital and made it to the office that was designated as Python's. As he walked there, Soap came out of the office with Gaz in tow, Soap having his hand bandaged.

"What happened to you?" Ghost asked, frowning at Soap's bandaged hand. He went to grab it to get a closer look but Soap pushed his hand away with his good one.

Soap gave Ghost a cheeky grin. "It's nothing, mate. A simple second-degree burn from a cooking accident," he told Ghost nonchalantly. "I just went in to see the doc to get it bandaged."

Gaz interjected, rolling his eyes. "I brought him to Python," he explained his presence there. "Soap wasn't even going to treat it and I had to drag him to Python's office."

"You're such a tattletale, Gaz," Soap complained, his voice almost a whine. He then turned to Ghost, a curious glint in his eyes. "Why are you on your way to Python? Injured, aye?"

Ghost playfully pushed at Soap's chest. "My business is my business," he said, warning Soap not to push for details.

Soap merely smiled, used to Ghost's evasiveness. "You and Python are similar in that respect. A pair of men who want to remain as mysterious as possible."

Ghost rolled his eyes and bid goodbye to Gaz and Soap, Gaz playfully dragging Soap back to the barracks. He watched them leave before walking up the office door, knocking, and entering.

"You injured?" Python asked as soon as Ghost stepped in, lifting his head up from where he was putting away the bandages and gauze back into the drawer of his desk. "And on a scale from one to ten, how bad is it?"

"You know, most medics are less harsh when it comes to asking how bad an injury is." Ghost couldn't help but have a little bite in his voice, feeling annoyed whenever Python was in his vicinity.

Ever since he met the man, Ghost had this need, this itch, and he could only assume it was because they were so similar that Ghost hated it with a passion. And yet, Ghost found himself wanting to be closer.

He pushed down that sudden urge, his eyes narrowing in annoyance. "Anyways, I'm not here because I'm injured," he said, eyeing the taller man.

Python finished putting away the bandages and gauze back in the drawer of his desk, closing the drawer before giving Ghost his full attention. He still had on that damned mask and balaclava that made Ghost all that aware of how similar they were. "Okay, why are you here then?" he asked, moving around his desk to sit on the edge of the surface of said desk.

"I just wanted to let you know that I'm... I'm going to try to get along with you," Ghost blurted out awkwardly, at a loss for words. He was never a talker anyways.

"Okay," Python said after a minute of waiting for Ghost to say more.

"Okay? That's all you have to say?"

And there Ghost was, getting irritated with Python all over again. It was like there was an inferno in his chest, an emotion he couldn't describe but was so intense that it made him so irritable to the way Python was so cagey.

"Bloody hell," Ghost exclaimed, unable to help the rush of emotions. He threw his arms up in the air in a "I give up" gesture and turned away from the infuriating man. "It's like talking to a wall! Fine, keep yourself locked away, see if I care."

With those words, he stomped out of the office, slamming the door shut. Despite his irritation, Ghost's lips couldn't help but twitch into a small smile when he heard Python curse at the door being slammed shut.

So the medic does express some emotion, Ghost thought to himself. Interesting.

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A/N: This was longer than I thought it would be. But have this, Ghost not understanding what emotion he's feeling. He doesn't like his questions being brushed off by Python, but he doesn't understand that he too does that to others. But also, what was Python supposed to say in response, Ghost, huh? I still love Ghost, it's fine.

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[pampanope]

Hello! May I ask a question about 7-11 as well? What's his opinion on hugs? Especially hugging one of the other Shadows when they're sad? Would he begrudgingly hug someone or would he steer clear from them at all costs? ( Sorry for the dumb question, it's just that I treat 7-11 as Canon in my mind and I love him and I really wanna know what he thinks about hugs)

Have a nice day and thank you so much for creating him! I love him and wanna give him a self knit scarf!!

He’s not the type to initiate hugs most of the time as an immediate way of showing affection BUT he will scoop someone up in a tight embrace if they need it and he doesn’t skimp on the bodily contact.

He hugs tightly until the other person says they’re good 👍

(It’s not a dumb question at all! Still, it blows my mind that you think of him as canon!!! (O vO)❤️ aww he’d love a scarf!)

[caffieneaddictt18]

Chokehold Cherry Python

"Gotta be quicker than that!" I call out to the pair of recruits on the sparring mat, circling them.

"We're moving as fast as we can!"

"Then the enemy will be faster than you! And you will die." I approach the two sparring. "Take a water break and come back."

"Yes, ma'am." They both nod and run to their water bottles, chugging it like it's the one thing keeping them alive.

"Let's practice footwork until they come back." I tell the rest of the squad.

"Ma'am? We've already done that." A man says, standing away from the forming line to start footwork exercises.

"Okay? And you can do it again. If you are anything like those two, you'll need it." I turn to face the recruits running the course.

"Ma'am, with all due respect, I am much faster than those two." The same recruit protests. I turn my head to look at him.

"Do you want to put that to the test?" Venom collecting in my mouth as I hold back from completely spewing it.

"Hell yeah." He lines up to run the course.

"Oh no," I grab his arm, "We're sparring."

His eyes get big at that. "But- Ma'am-"

"I thought you said that you were 'much faster than those two'. Prove it. Spar with me," I check his name tag, "Jackson." My eyes hold his, a challenge.

He bristles before straightening up. "Fine. Let's spar."

"Recruits!" I start walking back to the mat, taking off my jacket, "Jackson here has volunteered to do a demonstration on why footwork is important! Especially in hand-to-hand combat, should you ever find yourself in such a situation." I throw my jacket onto a bench, and square myself for sparring. "Jackson? Would you like to start us off?"

He stands on the mat, rolling his shoulders. "Sure. Why not?" He throws an obvious punch, his stance giving him away. I easily sidestep the hit and get under him, hitting his ribs, moving away just as fast as I moved in, circling the man.

"To make this a fair fight, I am allowing you to get punches in. Whether they hit or not is up to you." I tell Jackson, stopping in front of him.

He looks at me with determination in his eyes, swinging his legs out, trying to trip me. Unfortunately, it doesn't quite reach and leaves him open. I put my foot as a stopper against his leg. "Never do that again. It left you wide open. Try again."

His venom starts to gather in his eyes... interesting.

He gets up and gets back into his stance, following my movements. He takes a deep breath, and takes a punch with his non-dominant hand, straight for my face. What? Next thing I know, while I am dodging his non-dominant hand, his dominant follows closely behind it, hitting my cheek.

Well fuck...

I'm on the floor, looking up at him. He looks cocky now. Too soon.

I dart around his feet, throwing him off balance and then launch myself at him, wrapping around him like a python, my legs tight against him. I wrap my arms around his throat in a chokehold and throw us, so he lands on his stomach, taking the brunt of us hitting the bouncy, carpeted flooring. Obviously, I don't want to kill him, so I make sure to move my hands to his back once I notice us going down, so he won't die when we land.

I grab his flapped-out arms and twist them behind his back. "Tap out, Jackson." He quickly starts yapping, "Uncle, uncle, uncle!" tapping me. I get off him, letting go of him.

"And that is why footwork is important! Footwork is not just for being quick but helping develop muscles in your legs you didn't even know were there. That move? The launching move? Dubbed 'The Python' buy your senior squad mates." I stand with Jackson gathering himself a few feet in front of me.

I squat down so I am at eye level with Jackson. "Now, when I say to run the footwork drills, just do it. They do help." I get up, holding his gaze. "Run the drills three times, and Lee, please take Jackson here to the medbay. He's gonna want to get checked out."

"Yes, ma'am." Lee, a male recruit, comes over and supports Jackson, guiding him to the medbay.

I watch the rest of the squad finish filing in line for the drills, and just so happen to see the 141. Fucking assholes...

"Start! Three times!" I bark the directions at my recruits, and head over to the men standing there.

"Hello, gentlemen. Can I help you?" I stand at rest.

"Why do you train your recruits so hard?" The man with the mohawk, callsign Soap, asks, looking concerned for my recruits.

"Recruit Jackson has been arrogant through all of training. Unfortunately, he chose to run his mouth in my court, so to speak." I move my body, so I can see my recruits doing their second round of drills. "Keep it up!"

"In your court, huh?" Skull mask, callsign Ghost, inquires. Clearly looking for more information.

"Yes, sir." I don't give him any.

"Care to elaborate?" Ghost sounds irritated. This is no longer an inquiry but an order.

"A while back, I started doing this launching move. My squad mates dubbed the move 'Python' as I already had my callsign." I explain the bare minimum.

"Ah. So that's what you did to him." Price's voice rumbles from his chest.

"Yes, sir. I am afraid that I went overboard, but nothing was broken when he left, sir."

"No worries, Sergeant. I'm not here about that." Price holds a hand up, stopping me from further explaining.

"If you don't mind me asking, what are you here for, sir?" I look at him seriously, breaking my field of vision away from my recruits. Him and his team are getting on my nerves...

"What I've been asking for a while now...

Are you ready to join the 141?... Cherry."

Yippee! I have an idea! Just a small one, but it's gotten me to write this so far... leave a comment if you liked it! Bye bye for now!

[gomzdrawfr]

hiii Im not sure if you're still on your car ride ummmh ignore if you're not haha but I was wondering if you have more than one cod oc? :D

I love PriceRaven and recently GhostRaven 👀👀 a lot!! So I got curious

Im at home now but its ok LMAO you can always ask me things anytime

well I have another few more OCs that doesn't have a thorough lore and attention Raven gets, or I haven't decide if I want to place them in the COD universe

they're more like a concept- lil gremlins in my head yk HAHA but I'll introduce you to a few

First off in Raven's cannon universe, there are 3-4 more OCs that exist Vik and Archi, which are Raven's adoptive parents and the founder of Cobra (I don't have a face for Archi yet sadly, technically also for Vik too, cant decide a face for him + bonus Cobra insignia) -> also the main antagonist in Raven's timeline (these are old doodles)

Second is Fish, he's a Medic OC who ironically doesn't want to live while saving other's live (rather dubiously, he decides everything with a flip of a coin) -> not sure if Im making him exist in COD universe because he's just more like a guy I ship with my friend's oc with

Third and Fourth is still a process Im thinking (it's been a few months send help)

the idea is this, this new OC is a weapons specialist/engineer or munitions system specialist (basically a personnel focusing more on storage, handling, and maintenance of weapons, ammunition, and explosives)

they're one of the few people Raven trust and are close acquaintances with in Cobra

when I was brainstorming this new OC some friends suggested making it a twin, hence third or fourth

Nothing much has gone into them besides the idea is that they carry a huge plushie around and inside its their rifles XD and I want them to be ridiculously tall

They're probably going to be the type that doesn't talk much and knows sign language, owns like a real fancy garage / workshop to tinker with items and such

They operate based on their own virtue, so after Cobra betrays Raven they left Cobra as well and sort of went off their own ways

They also helped Raven in more ways than one:

sending intel to Price to let him know she was majorly injured (they couldn't meddle in because they were still active Cobra members at that time)

wiped out "Python" data(her old callsign when she was in Cobra) and retrieved what's left of her belongings(her precious sniper)

assisted her and Price's loadout situation after mw3 when they have to go under the radar for a period of time on their own

im just really bad at coming up a character design so I've put off these for so long (Raven took like legit 8 months ish to finalize her design - that's a lie there are still things Im changing for her HAHA)

If you have an OC you want to ramble about you can info dump in my inbox :3 I love reading it

[doodling-doodle]

TSOP tweets part three

Bonus! Python is gabes ex. This is less TSOP and more just... lore for Gabe? (This was @angstkings idea, and... yes.)

[the-whispers-of-death]

New Guy

A/N: Python's introduction to Ghost!! Note that this OC will eventually be with Ghost.

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Ghost finished up his workout in the base gym, grabbing a towel and wiping off the sweat on his neck. He waved goodbye to the few soldiers he knew, heading out of the base gym and towards the barracks.

As he walked, he heard whispers of an American joining one of the task forces as their medic. Supposedly it was because the task force needed a medic and there weren't any SAS medics who could be spared.

He huffed at the thought, wishing a silent good luck to the task force that was unlucky enough to have an American medic.

Ghost opened the door to the barracks which were assigned to everyone in the 141. As he entered the barracks, he expected it to be empty since he knew the rest of the 141 were away training or doing paperwork. However, as he stepped inside, it wasn't empty.

There stood a tall, shirtless man who had to be no taller than six-foot-six and had light brown skin that seemed to be covered in tattoos. With his back towards Ghost, he was in the process of putting on a shirt, his head covered by a black balaclava, and Ghost could see the full sleeve tattoos of snakes on his arms and a large tattoo of a snake spiraling up the man's back. The man was burly, muscular with a thick layer of fat on top of the muscles.

Ghost snapped out of his stupor, remembering who he was and clearing his throat. "You're in the wrong barracks, mate," he said, annoyance lacing his voice as he stared at the irritatingly mouth-watering man. "These barracks are for the Task Force 141."

The man finished putting on his shirt, somehow managing to do so without disturbing his balaclava and mask, before he turned to face Ghost. He had on a black hard-plated mask which had gold etchings of a snake coiling all around the mask.

"No, I'm in the right barracks," the man said, Ghost noting the American accent and the way the man's voice was deep but harsh. "Captain Price showed me where to go."

At that words, it clicked in Ghost's head that this was the American medic he had heard about on his way to the barracks. The task force that got said medic was the 141. Great.

"So you're the medic that has the whole base alight with gossip," Ghost grumbled, stepping closer and eyeing the man. His eyes settled on the man's mask and it ticked him off how much they looked similar. "Why do you wear a mask?"

The man seemed unperturbed by the way Ghost was eyeing him warily, as if he was bored. "For the same reason you probably wears yours. For anonymity," he replied. "Call me Python."

Ghost raised his eyebrow underneath his mask, not that Python could see it. "Python?" He tested the callsign on his tongue before huffing in annoyance. "That's a mouthful."

"Yes, but it's not like I chose the callsign myself." Python lifted up his duffel bag with ease and set it down on the bunk that wasn't being used. He definitely sounded bored. "Any other burning questions?"

"Why do they call you "Python"?" Ghost asked, ignoring how rude Python was being. It wasn't like Ghost was being nice either.

"You going to tell me why they call you "Ghost"?" Python shot back, turning back around to face Ghost and crossing his arms.

Ghost scowled beneath his mask, crossing his arms as well. "Don't do that, don't be cagey with me." His irritation was rising steadily. "I'm the mysterious one in this task force."

Python surprisingly laughed, his laughter deep and lacking any actual amusement. He stepped closer, making Ghost step back instinctively. "I guess you're not the only mysterious one here anymore, Ghost." He sucked in his teeth. "Deal with it."

Python then turned away from Ghost again, the sharp change of movement making his medical bag clack against his uniform, drawing Ghost's attention to it.

"You have a shitty attitude for a medic," Ghost muttered underneath his breath, glowering at the man in front of him now.

"I didn't think the great and all-powerful Ghost would cower at a little bit of attitude thrown his way." Python taunted, glancing back at Ghost before unzipping his duffel bag to take out something. He then took a big sniff of the air before making a sound of disgust. "You should shower, you stink."

He zipped up the duffel bag again and then moved past Ghost, leaving the barracks to go God knows where. One minute he was there and the next, Ghost was alone, staring at where Python had been.

Ghost blinked once and then twice, his eyebrows furrowing. "I'm going to have Price transfer him," he grumbled to himself before making his way to the communal bathroom.

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A/N: I didn't know this OC x Canon relationship would be rivals to lovers (I don't think we can classify them as enemies, not even sure if we could classify them as rivals really), but as Python likes to chant in my head, "Stone might be a bigger bitch, but I'm still a bitch!" (I don't know why he likes to chant that in my head.) So um, this is just how Python is, I guess.

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COD OC "Python" Masterlist

This is a masterlist for everything for COD OC "Python". He will eventually be paired with Simon "Ghost" Riley.

New Guy

Basic Information on Python

Transfer Him (Or Not)

Python's Feelings

"He's so Infuriating!"

Give Me Something to Work with

A Date? No, a Hang-Out

Aliases

This is not a complete list! It will be updated as time goes on!

[the-whispers-of-death]

OC Information: "Python"

Full Name: Devaraj Kabir Roshan

Callsign(s): Python

Alias(es)/Nickname(s): Snake, Doctor Reaper, Bear-Whisperer, Doctor Shadow

Nationality: First-Generation American (Indian parents)

Affiliations: U.S. Navy, U.S. Fleet Marine Force, Task Force 141 (SAS)

Rank: E-7/Chief Hospital Corpsman (U.S. Navy)

Gender: Male (Trans)

Status: Alive

Birthday: January 25th, 1989 (35 as of 2024)

Build: Burly

Height: 6'6"

Marks: Facial scars (will be explained in more detail in a later post), pierced ears, full sleeve tattoo of two snakes intertwining on both arms and legs, large tattoo on the middle of the back of a snake swirling upwards until it reaches the shoulder blades, tattoo of the Rod of Asclepius on his left rib cage, tattoos of his late parents name on his ankles with one name on one ankle and the other name on the other ankle

Hair: Black

Eyes: Brown

Background: Devaraj is the only son of two Indian immigrants and grew up in Jersey City, New Jersey. His parents both died of a fatal bear attack when he was eleven and he was in the foster care system until he aged out at eighteen. He then enlisted in the U.S. Navy, soon going to train to be a Fleet Marine Corpsman.

Extra: He wears a black balaclava with a black hard-plated mask that has silver etchings of snakes coiling around the mask and he wears it to protect his identity. Despite being so big, he has nimble fingers.

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[the-whispers-of-death]

Give Me Something to Work with

A/N: If this is the first post of Python's series that you're seeing, read this masterlist first to get the full context.

Minors and Ageless Blogs Do Not Interact!! While this post is SFW, my blog isn't!!

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Python entered the base gym at four in the morning, having gotten there extremely early so no one else was there. He needed privacy, craved it even if he was in the military.

It was hard to have privacy in the military, which would've made the military a terrible fit for someone who was as paranoid as Python, but he wanted to serve his country more than he wanted to hide away from the world.

He walked over to weights section of the gym, starting his workout by lifting weights. He kept his mask and balaclava on, simply in a tank top and shorts, huffing and puffing beneath his balaclava as he lifted the weights.

Python was just about to switch to the bench press when Ghost walked into the gym, stopping short at the sight of him. He figured Ghost might just flee at the sight of him, but instead of leaving, Ghost walked right up to him.

"You going to the mess hall for breakfast later?" Ghost asked Python, surprising the other man.

Python shook his head, glancing at Ghost before focusing on putting his desired weights onto the bench press bar. "No, I already ate breakfast."

It was a lie, he never had anything more than a protein shake before working out and always had a hearty breakfast afterwards. But he didn't eat with the rest of the 141, to keep his identity anonymous.

Ghost saw through Python's lie, his jaw clenching beneath his own balaclava. "Come eat with us after breakfast, the rest of the guys will be up by the time we finish our workouts," he said, his words soft like he was trying to gently coax Python to open up to the 141, but Python didn't understand why.

"I don't eat in the mess hall anyways," Python muttered, feeling his paranoia spike at the thought of eating around all of those people.

"Then we'll all take our food back to the barracks and eat there," Ghost replied, adamant about Python eating with them.

Python scoffed, looking down at Ghost. "Why do you care about me eating with you all?" He couldn't help himself as he laughed, a mischievous glint in his brown eyes and a smirk spreading beneath his mask. "Aw, do you already have a soft spot for me, Ghostie?"

While Python couldn't exactly see Ghost's scowl, it was evident from the way Ghost's mask creased that he was indeed scowling at Python's words. "No," he answered, his words harsh. He stepped closer to Python, squaring up to the taller man. "I don't have a soft spot for you, because you haven't let me in enough for that. I know how hard it is to trust others and I don't trust you like you don't trust me, but you're our medic."

"We're supposed to trust you," Ghost continued, on a roll now. "We have to trust that you, as our medic and a fellow soldier, have our backs in the field. You're there to patch us up, something that requires a great deal of trust on our part. So for fucks' sake, give me something to work with! Give me a reason to trust you with my life in the field or transfer yourself to somewhere else. Because we'll never trust you if you don't first try to trust us."

Python was taking in Ghost's words when Ghost started to walk away, probably to workout in another section of the gym.

"Ghost!" he called out against the seed of doubt in the back of his mind, his paranoia begging him to keep himself locked away from everyone else. He waited until Ghost turned back around to look at him to continue. "Spot me? I need a spotter... and I want to try and trust you all."

Ghost's brown eyes flickered with an emotion that came too fast for Python to register and he nodded. "I can be your spotter, sure," he replied, walking back to where Python was.

Python took a deep breath, trying to quell his growing paranoia before moving around the bench press. He sat on the bench and laid back, waiting until Ghost was in position behind him before lifting the bar.

As he did each rep, he saw Ghost out of the corner of his eye, ready to catch the bar in case it fell, and the sight of Ghost so diligently standing there made Python's paranoia slowly drift back in the abyss of his mind. Seconds ticked by, Python taking breaks in between reps until he was finished.

"Thank you," he murmured, getting up and off the bench. He then shifted on his feet as he started getting sheepish, the first sign of emotion Ghost had ever seen on the man's body language. "I could spot you too if you want to bench press as well?"

Ghost was shocked at the offer and he took it graciously. It led to them working out together, not really talking, at least not about anything personal, but it was better than the irritation that had enveloped Ghost when he had thought about Python days before.

There was still a long road to go before they both could trust each other and then like each other, but it was a small step forward. And that was all Ghost asked for.

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A/N: Python's a softie underneath all of that bravado, which is the case with most, if not all, of my OCs. I have a type of character I like to write, okay?

Ghost being able to melt away a little bit of Python's paranoia makes my heart go brr. Also yes, I did find myself clever for having Ghost say the title of this post.

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*Python in the recreational room, so blatantly staring at Ghost who is trying hard not to stare back* Price, walking over: So I hear you and Ghost have a sort of rivalry going on. Python, furrowing his eyebrows beneath his mask and balaclava: What? Price: You and Ghost... rivals? *realizes that Python is still confused* You aren't irritated with Ghost? Python: Why would I be irritated with Ghost? Price: Because he's being as mysterious as you are? Python: ... The man's entire shtick is that he keeps his identity anonymous, mysterious comes with the territory. Besides, I quite like that we're both mysterious. Price: Then why are you staring at him so intensely? Python, shamelessly: Have you seen the man? He's HOT. Price: ... what?

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A/N: In case it isn't entirely clear, because it's written a little weirdly (my fault), Ghost and Python's "rivalry" is one-sided. Ghost is terribly irritated by Python and Python's just annoying him for shits and giggles. Also yes, Python is the one that falls first (though he hasn't yet fallen in love, he just thinks Ghost is hot).

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A Date? No, a Hang-Out

MINORS & AGELESS BLOGS, DO NOT INTERACT!!

A/N: If this is the first post of Python's series that you're seeing, read this masterlist first to get the full context.

"Have breakfast with me."

Python paused in the middle of wiping the sweat off his tatted arms, both him and Ghost finished with a workout at the base gym. He stared at the man who had managed to worm his way past Python's defenses enough to become Python's gym buddy for the past month.

"What?" Python asked, wanting to make sure he had heard Ghost correctly.

Surely he couldn't have heard Ghost asking him to have breakfast with him, right?

Ghost didn't seem amused by Python asking him to repeat himself but he merely huffed in annoyance before leaning forward, as if that would make Python hear him better.

"Have breakfast with me," he repeated before adding, "Please. You can't keep avoiding eating with us."

Python's eyebrows furrowed beneath his mask and balaclava and he was about to reply when Ghost interrupted him.

"You said you were going to try trusting us. Don't worry, I won't make you eat breakfast with me in the mess hall, yet. Today, we'll just take it back to the barracks with us."

Python could just tell Ghost was smug underneath his own mask and balaclava. Somehow, despite not even knowing what Ghost looked like, he could just see the smirk that must've been on Ghost's face in his mind's eye.

He was silent for a few seconds before rolling his eyes. "Fine, I'll get breakfast and take it to the barracks," he answered. "But you better not look at me while we're eating."

"Scouts' honor," Ghost said with a chuckle, giving Python a little salute.

"You were a boys scout?" Python's curiosity piqued at that, despite his insistence to himself to still have Ghost at a distance.

Ghost shook his head, the two of them walking out of the base gym to go to the mess hall. "No, I couldn't afford the fee to get into the boys scouts." He let the heaviness that came with his honesty before turning to glance at Python. "Did you do the boys scouts program?"

Python turned his head away to look at the woods that surrounded the base before looking back at Ghost. "Nah, I've always hated the wilderness."

It was something new, something personal that he told Ghost. The first personal thing he had ever told Ghost.

"Hate the wilderness?" Ghost asked, puzzled because he had never met anyone who didn't like nature. "How can you hate nature?"

"I just do."

Python's words were clipped and the facial scar beneath his mask pulsed with phantom pain, reminding him of the day he got the scar. His hands rolled into fists at the reminder before he then took a deep breath, uncurling his fingers.

Their trip to the mess hall and then the barracks was in silence, Ghost knowing that Python didn't feel like talking more.

They both got to the mess hall and got their food rather quickly. They then headed towards the barracks, heading inside to find it empty of everyone else in the 141.

Python's lips quirked into a smirk beneath his mask as he saw it was only the two of them. "You know, if you wanted to go on a breakfast date with me, you could've said it was a date. Didn't have to browbeat me into it by saying it was for building the trust between us," he teased as he sat at the table in the corner of the barracks.

Ghost rolled his eyes, frowning beneath his own mask as he took in the way Python slipped back into his dodgy attitude he had before. Seemed to him like it was a defense mechanism, which was interesting.

He sat at the table as well, purposefully sitting next to Python so he was in his personal space just to get him back for the tease. "It's not a date," he replied, leaning forward to pull up his balaclava just enough so he could eat. "We're just hanging out, sharing breakfast together and bonding as teammates."

"You tell yourself that, Ghost. But one day, you'll admit that this was a our first date."

Python took off his hard-plated mask so he could roll up his balaclava enough to eat, causing Ghost to look away so he could honor Python's wishes about not watching him eat.

"Wait, first date?" Ghost was perplexed at that specific phrasing. He took a bite of his food. "As in there'll be many more dates?"

Python chuckled and smirked, happy that Ghost couldn't see his smirk since he was so kindly looking away. "Of course, you're going to be hooked and need to keep coming back for more dates with me." He took a bite of food on his fork and started eating.

Ghost briefly glanced at Python, making sure to just look at the upper part of his face which was still covered by the balaclava. "Cocky bastard," he grumbled playfully.

"You're cocky too, if Soap is to be believed." Python chuckled. "He said that you told him that you were "quite the opposite" when he asked you if you were ugly underneath the mask."

"And I stand by that." Ghost could barely focus on anything other than the fact that Python had chuckled, a chuckle with actual amusement. "I'm not ugly under here."

Python ate another bite. "So we're both cocky bastards."

"I suppose we are, Python. I suppose we are."

They both kept eating their breakfast and talking until they both finished and had their masks and balaclava properly on again. Python went to get up so he could come with to take their trays back to the mess hall, but Ghost settled his hand on Python's shoulder.

His touch doesn't make my skin crawl, Python thought to himself, confused at the revelation.

"I'll take your tray back with mine, stay here," Ghost murmured, his brown eyes soft after their little banter. He squeezed Python's shoulder before pulling away to grab Python's tray and stack it on top of his. "We have little time until the rest of the 141 come back to the barracks, might as well enjoy the peace. Especially since Soap most likely will barrage you with questions about workout tips when he comes."

"Okay," Python found himself saying, still in a daze from how warm Ghost's hand was on his shoulder. He cleared his throat. "You're right, Soap will be his talkative self when he gets back. I don't know why he wants to get even bigger, he's already strong enough for the military."

Ghost chuckled and shrugged before leaving the barracks.

Python stared at where Ghost was, his heart still racing from the touch. Realization that he was starting to grow softer, to fall for Ghost hit him like a ton of bricks.

He reached up to massage his temple through the balaclava. "Here I was thinking Ghost would be the one hooked and coming back for more dates," he murmured humorlessly to himself.

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A/N: Half of this was me winging it. I never have a set plan for my posts. I'm just glad I finally got back to writing these two, even if I'm not entirely happy with it.

This is the moment Python fell first and I think that's funny.

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[the-whispers-of-death]

Python with a Naga reader?

Maybe he gets lost in a jungle and finds a very long, sleepy(and muscular) Naga man

-💬

Python was lost and with no way to contact the 141, he knew that very clearly. They had all been separated when a mission went awry, all of them forced to run off in separate directions. His radio was useless, only thing he could hear when he tried it was static, his map was nowhere to be found.

All he had was his sidearm and his medical bag.

But at least he wasn't lost in a forest, because then he'd have to worry about bears and he was terrified of bears.

So he trudged on, knowing his situation definitely could be worse. As he was walking, he tripped over something long and large.

He fell onto the jungle floor, grunting loudly as he hit the ground. He managed to push himself up onto his hands and knees, turning around to see what he had tripped over.

"Holy shit," he murmured, his eyes widening underneath his black balaclava and mask. He was staring at a sleeping Naga, a real-life Naga.

He had heard countless of myths about the divine beings but to see one with his own eyes? Well, he surely must be fucked, considering he tripped on a Naga.

His panic increased when he saw you waking up and he scrambled to be out of reach. "Shit, I'm so sorry. I was walking, I didn't see you, and I tripped," he blurted out. "I'm so sorry, please don't kill me!"

You rubbed your head, blinking your bleary eyes open wide to chase away the sleepiness. You managed a small, warm smile. "It's okay, accidents happen."

"You... You're not mad?" He asked, his suspicions rising on instinct.

"I'm not mad, though you do seem lost," you said, unfurling and slithering upwards until you were fully upright.

Python nodded, his eyes on you. He couldn't believe you were real, and hot. "Yeah, I'm lost."

Your forked tongue flicked out, smelling for any predators nearby. When you were sure there were no predators, you said, "I'll take you to my cave, since the sun is setting. It's better than you roaming around all night, not knowing where to go. I also have some maps you can use."

"Okay."

Python was wary of you, of course he was. But he also didn't like his chances if he decided to fight you or run. So he settled for following after you, watching you slither to the direction of your cave.

Yeah, the 141 definitely weren't going to believe this when he reunited with them.

[the-whispers-of-death]

*Ghost and Soap talking in the base gym in between their workouts* Ghost, bench pressing furiously: God, he infuriates me! He doesn't even understand how annoying he is! Soap, spotting him and half-heartedly listening: Yeah, he's a bitch, Ghost. Ghost, huffing and puffing: *continues to aggressively lift the bench press bar* And he never takes off that fucking mask and balaclava! How am I supposed to trust him when he won't even tell us a little bit about himself?? Soap, not even going to tell Ghost how hypocritical he's being: Preach. *Later on, Ghost is on the treadmill and Gaz and Soap are talking* Gaz: Who was Ghost talking about earlier? He sounded super pissed and a recruit told me he was basically cussing out whoever he was talking about. Soap, sighing: It was Python, he was talking about Python. Gaz: It's been a week, he still isn't over Python's mysteriousness? Soap: I don't think he ever will at this point.

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[the-whispers-of-death]

Aliases

MINORS & AGELESS BLOGS DNI!!!

A/N: If this is the first post of Python's series that you're seeing, read this masterlist first to get the full context.

Python was just changing out of his blood-stained uniform, making sure as he undressed in the barracks that he kept his mask since everyone else in the 141 were undressing too.

The hairs on his body stood up as he heard movement from behind him, his paranoia kicking in on instinct. While he was used to the 141 members and had even taken to eating with them (though they always brought their food back to the barracks to eat because he still was wary of eating in front of others not in the 141), he still couldn't stop the way his paranoia spiked when they came up behind him.

Because of this, he turned around on his heel and his hand shot out to stop Ghost's hand from touching his shoulder. His grip on Ghost's wrist was tight, Python's eyes searching the barracks for any threat. Once he realized it was just them in there, he relaxed.

"What did you want, Ghost?" he asked before letting go of Ghost's wrist, trying to not think about how good it felt to have Ghost's wrist in his hand and how nice it was to feel Ghost's pulse beneath his fingers.

It was just a crush, it'll go away, he thought to himself. He needed to push his feelings for Ghost down, that's all. It would go away on his own.

Ghost's eyes shone with worry, but it was quickly gone as he spoke. "Why do they call you "Bear-Whisperer"? The group of Marines we worked with on this mission called you that while referring to you. Why?" He was so curious about it, wanting to know more about the man in front of him.

Python had to stop himself from visibly shivering at the word "bear", trying to remind himself that it was just a word. A word for the animal he hated most in this world, but a word nonetheless.

The facial scar hidden beneath his balaclava pulsed with phantom pain. He really should get that checked out, since it kept reminding him that it was there.

He opened his mouth, glad Ghost couldn't see the way he had to lick his lips to soften his dry mouth. "I know a lot of bear facts and I guess it's a known fact about me," he replied, clearing his throat and putting on a fresh shirt. "So I got the nickname "Bear-Whisperer", because the Marine squads I was with thought that my knowledge about bears would help the bears like me. It was a stupid nickname."

"Do you like bears?" Ghost asked, not minding the way Python glared at him for prying.

"No."

"Then why— Oh, you're scared of bears, aren't you?"

Python was ticked off that Ghost could easily tell that Python was scared of bears. But his annoyance was slightly tapered with how Ghost was understanding in the way he had asked for confirmation about the fear.

Someone knowing about his fear of bears, a prominent fear of his, should've made him tense. His paranoia-filled brain thought if someone knew about his fear, then they could use it against him somehow.

However, it soothed Python's paranoia to know it was Ghost who knew. He trusted Ghost not to use his fear against him. And that was something new for him, trusting someone with his fears.

Python glanced at the others, hoping they weren't listening, before he turned back to Ghost. "Yes," he said with a soft voice, practically breathing a sigh of relief at finally admitting his fear to anyone who wasn't himself. "I'm scared of bears."

Ghost took in that information, mulling it over in his mind. "Why?" His voice was softer now, mimicking Python's as if they were conversing in secrets.

"My..." Python shook his head, the words dying in his throat.

No, no matter how much he trusted Ghost right now, he couldn't bear to tell him about the incident. Not now, not here. It didn't feel right and just thinking about the incident made Python's skin crawl.

"It's okay," Ghost murmured, stepping closer but not too close to overwhelm Python, just close enough to give the taller man comfort. His brown eyes bore into Python's, grounding him in reality. "You don't have to tell me the details. Just... Is your fear of bears why you don't like nature?"

Python nodded his head, having gone quiet in his attempt to not let his memories take over. In his need to be grounded in reality, he too stepped closer, stepping into Ghost's space on accident. The memories that haunted him fought to surface in his mind, like a tidal wave intent on drowning him.

Surprisingly, Ghost didn't seem to mind the lack of space between them.

"You're not back wherever your mind is taking you, Python. You're right here, with me," he whispered, his voice growing even softer. He reached over with a gentle touch, letting his hands settled on Python's shoulders and gently pressing his thumbs into Python's collarbone so the touch could remind him of the reality he was in.

By now, neither man realized the others had left the barracks. They didn't realize they were the only ones left there, in their own little bubble.

Python took a deep breath, his eyes fluttering at the touch. "Devaraj. My name is Devaraj," he said, whispering back to the man.

"Devaraj?" Ghost tested the name out on his tongue, liking the way it sounded to him. "Call me Simon, Devaraj."

"Simon...."

"Shh, I'm here. I'm right here, I got you."

They stayed like that until Python felt himself settle back into his own body, present in reality once more. He looked down at Ghost, letting out a small, awkward chuckle.

"Thank you," he said. "I needed that."

Ghost pulled his hands away from Python's shoulders, letting his arms fall down at his sides. "Any time, Devaraj." He couldn't stop saying Python's real name, it felt like he was meant to say it.

Python regained his bearings fully with the sound of his name, clearing his throat awkwardly and finishing to put on the rest of his clean clothes. "I... I should check on the base hospital, see if they need help," he murmured, needing to get away from the charged energy all around him.

Ghost watched as the taller man practically ran out of the barracks, barely managing to not trip on his way out.

"How odd," Ghost murmured to himself before finishing dressing himself.

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A/N: Per usual, Python had a mind of his own and told Ghost not only of his fear of bears but also his real name. Classic OC stuff, honestly.

It's been a couple of months since I've written these two, but I hope everyone who enjoys these two, enjoys this new part in the series. Even if I didn't know where this was going exactly, I had fun writing this!

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[the-whispers-of-death]

By hook or by crook I will out Python and Bear! Reader in a room together. You can fight me on this but I will win. 🫧

Python, being pushed into a room and locked in there: Why am I being locked in here??

Bear!Reader, also locked in the room: Hello!

Python: *screams*

Poor Bear!Reader, falling in love with a man who is scared of bears. But you’re so cuddly and sweet, so Python will eventually fall in love with you.

He totally eyes your claws warily at first though, his scar on his face throbbing with phantom pain. He flinches any time you’re near and you’re near a lot since there’s very little room in this locked room.

Just keep being your sweet self, Bear!Reader! Python will fold!

[the-whispers-of-death]

*Naga!reader eating a boar whole without chewing*

Python: GIMME A PIECE OF THAT NEOWWWWWWW

Python @ Stone: You're really out here pining over a man who so obviously loves you back. Weirdo.

Stone, pointing at Naga!Reader eating a boar: You're in love with that.

Python: HE HAS A NAME AND IS AMAZING!

It's so sad that both Stone and Python are in different universes. We were robbed of their friendship.