#cod starters

[gomzdrawfr]

Magpie and Sparrow pick their starter pokemon from their favorite uncles

let me know which starter pokemon you'll pick in the reblogs :3

[beloveds-embrace]

yk how some people give their sourdough starters extremely human names? You do the same and often make mentiones of needing to feed it, except the 141 men are jealous because they think you are talking about an awfully fucking incompetent partner who can’t feed themselves.

bonus: you give it the same name as one of them, and now they are thinking how they can be a much better version of that name instead of your shitty partner (sourdough)

[zemspen]

Starter Pack of Echo 3-1

[konigisking]

As was the case with most things pertaining to societal expectation, König had been pushed by either his therapist or Horangi to download a dating app - rejection therapy, low-stakes interactions, still faceless. 'Dating' app was a flawed description. More like a butcher shop, selecting a good cut of meat. Even the bright color of the icon was setting him on edge. Each notification a thorn in his side, a bitter reminder of what the otherwise skilled soldier was lacking. Swipe after swipe proved fruitless and until he'd been on the verge of deleting the app in a bout of frustration (thumbs too big for his phone and why the fuck was he wasting time on this when he had a million other things to be doing). It's a match! The notification lingered for too long, König's heart racing as he read the sentence over and over. Pathetic how he could handle gunfire millimeters from his head with little to no adverse reaction but the idea of having a human interaction activated his fight or flight. [König: I heard some bad weather is coming ] The message sent before he could convince himself to delete it or think of anything better (his therapist did say that the weather was a completely normal conversation starter - maybe not in regards to a dating app, but she did say that once).

[ask-fireflycod]

📌 Open Roleplay! 📌 Anyone can respond :]!

Starter inspiration from here!

Being in the infirmary was… fine. Nothing to gawk at. More boring than anything, really. But sometimes people would give you flowers and cards… other times, they’d give you papers to work on.

Take a guess on what FireFly was given. Of course, he’d expected some papers to do — being a sergeant and all gave him a responsibility even if he was in the medwing. Didn’t mean he didn’t find it a bit annoying though.

It took him a second to even realize that someone had stepped in and was standing near his bed. FireFly startled momentarily before looking at them. “Oh. Hello.” He rasped out, he seemed slightly out of it - not focused on anything really (if the half-written, near blank papers were anything to go by.)

FireFly must’ve finally realized he was being waited on to say something, so he blinked dumbly and scratched the back of his head. “Sorry. Got a headache, fuckin’… exhausted.” He said, passing a glance to his elevated ankle.

“What’s up? What do you need?”

{ i hope this is fun for anyone who wants to interact !! don’t feel like you have to match my roleplay style btw <:D i just like writing a Lot }

[chef-cookie]

Got a tad bit carried away an' made one too many cinnamon rolls, they're up for grabs if anyones interested in takin' some of 'em off my hands.

[alejandro-ask]

Alejandro steps into Sunshine's workspace, his sharp gaze locking onto her as she works.

He leans against the doorframe, arms crossed, a faint smirk tugging at his lips. With a subtle wave, he calls out in his deep, commanding voice:

"Oye, solzinha, ¿tienes un minuto? i have something for you" @ask-sunshine-medic

[sgt-legrant]

based on this oneshot

The warm water felt like heaven on her body. She had taken her sweet time to wash up and calm her nerves to the point, where she was able to get out and at least dressed again. Wet strands of hair still clinged to her face and neck, but she didn't cared enough.

Lucienne stood inside the shared room in the barracks and she stared outside the window for what felt like ages. She didn't even knew when she has moved over to the bunks, where she sat down and tried to sort her thoughts.

Only the sound of the loud knock on the rooms door, managed to get her out of her state; making her head snap towards the door, before she slowly walked over.

Lucienne took a deep breath, trying to ground her, before she cracked open the door, looking at the person on the other side.

"....yeah?"

[ask-staffsgt-sullivan]

[ OK GUYS DONT LAUGH AT ME TOO MUCH I’M POSTING AN OPEN RP STARTER be nice 💔 ]

[lt-warden-sc]

Closed rp starter for @ask-sgt-chomper . (I'm playing off one of your posts. Hope it's alright)

...___...

The Caf is dim lit this time of night. Most Shadows are in bed or on watch, so the halls are hushed. B.B’s record player sits idle on a table nearby, still and quiet. The thing was busted all to hell, but loved dearly by the company. It traveled bases as diligently as any soldier here, and had earned its keep in Warden’s mind. Leave it to music to heal the soul and you'll never be let down.

He idly contemplates getting up and picking a record, settling the glossy black disk in place and letting some tune flow, but he doesn't move from where he sits. His tea steams into the air from beside his arm. The Caf is dim and quiet. That is, of course, until a certain Sgt. shows up in the doorway. 

Warden will never get over how distinctive and ridiculous the man's fluffy blue jacket is. Not tactical in the slightest. Still, he can't help but feel fond when he waves the man over to his table. Warden made sure to grab the one by the wall of the large room. What a surprise it is that trained soldiers prefer to be tucked in the darkness, backs tactically to the wall. How lucky for them that there is no one else around to fight for this prime spot Warden claimed.

[ask-philgraves]

Lore Entry #1

The sound of rain hitting concrete felt like the only thing keeping Graves from losing his sanity. The rushed smacks of water against a hard, unforgiving surface barely cut through the music playing through the lone earbud within his left ear. The slow tune of the start of American Pie as he takes a deep breath.

Today of all days, it was raining. It feels oddly fitting.

He reaches beside him, grabbing a bottle of high-shelf bourbon, and taking a long, hard swig. He puts his thumb over the mouth of the bottle so rain doesn't get inside and dilutes the alcohol within the heavy glass bottle. His tongue licks over the remains of the amber liquid on his lips as he uses his other hand to run through his dirty blonde hair.

He softly hums the tune, not paying attention to the lyrics as he stares at the concrete. Then, without warning, he throws the bottle, watching with rapt attention as the bottle breaks against the surface of the abandoned tarmac. Rain quickly washes the bourbon away, the glass glittering with the water that fills and overflows on the larger pieces.

Graves turns his face up, closing his eyes tightly as the rain washes away the salty tears starting to flow on his cheeks. He stays this way until the song ends, then, slowly, as if he was hesitant to leave, he stands. He wipes the water from his face and pulls out a little letter.

He reads over it once more, another deep breath.

He tears it into two throws it into the nearby storm drain, and heads back to the barracks that Shadow Company is holed up in until the storm passes and they're sent out to another mission. Sometime during the walk, he fishes his Marlboro Reds and starts to smoke a single cigarette.

He couldn't wait to get moving again. Standing still only seems to make the survivor's guilt worse. He doesn't know how much longer he has before he finally snaps and becomes a threat. However, there's still work to be done and he won't rest until he sees the mission through.

Hopefully this time, they won't have any casualties.

[soapashes]

🐾 [ WEREWOLF SOAP STARTER ]

- inspired by this fanart: xxx

Today had been a rough day of sneaking around on enemy territory, gaining information and non-stop action and combat. It didn’t help that Soap had come back to the base to find piles of paperwork messily stacked on the single desk in his shared barracks.

Soap was sat down, headphones plugged into a cheap music player he was able to bring down to the base. He was listening to a 80s playlist, stuff his parents would play when he was a kid, scribbling signatures and words onto the papers as music invaded his ears from the headphones.

His favorite song was playing, grumbling lyrics quietly and humming along. Tail wagging. Soap was far too immersed in the music and paperwork that he had forgotten his dormmate was sat beside him. His tail smacking their leg.

[kerosene-n-gasoline]

OPEN RP!!

[It’s an absolutely ungodly hour, and most likely nobody is awake. well, except for Kerosene of course. He always is up at some stupid hour and for god knows what reason too.]

[he’s sat on the floor of the rec room, a most likely cold mug of coffee and a couple of cheap lighters sat next to him as he fidgets with a box of matches, watching them burn to his fingers before extinguishing them on the heel of his boot.]

[It’s quiet. Maybe a little too quiet, but the arsonist doesn’t really seem to mind. If anything the silence is welcome, it accompanies the faint buzzing in his ears and dull thud of pain that always seems to be just below his skin. It’s peaceful for once, and Kerosene seems to like it.]

[ageless-aislynn]

Angst! 16

Fluff! 13

Misc.! 16

And… for characters I’m going to throw out Kai, Alenko, and Soap. Do whatever pairings or friendships you’d like. Also I’m not gonna die if you choose not to use those characters. Or prompts. I dunno, I just wanna read your stuff man.

*glee* Thank you SO much for sending some prompts my way! These are all pretty short but mark my first time writing 2 of the 3 characters, so I'm just carefully dipping a toe in the COD and ME pools, lol!

Thanks so much again! 😎👍

Angst 16. “Are you hurt?” “No.” “Then why are there bruises all over your face?”

Sergeant John "Soap" MacTavish & Lieutenant Simon "Ghost" Riley, Call of Duty: Modern Warfare 3

"Are you hurt?"

"No."

"Then why are there bruises all over your face?"

"You ought to see the other guy, Lt," Soap said with an unrepentant grin, unmarred by the fact his left eye was nearly swollen shut and he had a prominent cut on his lower lip.

Ghost sighed slightly behind his skull balaclava. "Sure I'll recognize him by all the bruises on his knuckles," he said dryly.

Fluff 13. Are you flirting with me?” “You finally noticed?”

Kaidan Alenko/Commander Shepard, Mass Effect (reader's choice as to whether it's male or female Shep 😉)

"Are you flirting with me?"

"You finally noticed?"

Kaidan squinted, several Commander Shepards swimming in front of him in the dim bar lighting, all wearing fondly amused expressions.

"You are flirting with me!" he stated as if having uncovered a core secret of the universe.

Shepard's smile broadened. "Think it's time to take you home and tuck you into bed."

"I'm going home with Cmdr. Shepard," he proclaimed loudly to the crowd around them. Several people raised a glass in good-natured salutes.

"Yeah, they know." Shepard got an arm around him, sliding him off the bar stool and onto his feet. "Most of them were at our wedding, after all."

Misc 16. “YOU SAID TO BE HONEST STOP HITTING ME!”

Kai-125 & Vannak-134, Halo the series

"YOU SAID TO BE HONEST, STOP HITTING ME!"

John heard Kai's shout from the hallway outside of the Spartan quarters and shoved the door open to see—

He blinked. For a solid moment, he wasn't quite sure what he was seeing, actually. Kai vaulted over her own bed, being pursued hotly by Vannak.

"That wasn't honest," he said grimly. "You're just being mean."

"Look, it's not my fault that that penguin documentary was kinda lame and—"

"IT WAS NOT!" Vannak bellowed back and took a swing at her that would've definitely put a marine in the infirmary for a month, if not in the ground, permanently. For Kai, it would've at the very least mussed her hair. "Those penguins are adorable and—"

"Lame. Laaaaaame," she singsonged, ducking a flurry of punches, then doing a very impressive parkour run up the wall into a backflip that sent her soaring over the enraged Spartan's head.

"THEY'RE NOT LAME, YOU TAKE THAT BACK!"

John looked over at Riz, who was calmly sitting at a nearby table, reading something on her padd. She met his gaze, shrugged, and then went back to reading.

They crisscrossed the room rapidly, with Vannak coming close to getting his hands on her but, ultimately, Kai would manage to slip away at the last second. The entire time, she continued to issue penguin insults that, for some reason, the other Spartan took extremely personally.

John opened his mouth, about to say… something. Then he gave a slight shake of his head.

"I have paperwork to do," he announced to no one. "Don't I, Cortana?"

"I can find you some, Chief."

"That would be great," he said and just turned around and walked away.

Sentence Starters

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[mcraftdoodles]

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