#codposting

[spawnpeeker-scheisse]

#mood

I wonder what got him so pissed...

[darkbunnylove]

Kyle “Gaz” Garrick is a sore loser.

“But he's so calm and emotionally mature —”

No. Stop it.

You’re tryna tell me our golden boy —that high-achiever of a man, record-holder in selection, Price’s handpicked favorite, who definitely played every competitive sport imaginable in school and probably captained half of them —just shrugs when he loses? Be so serious.

It doesn’t even matter what it is.

Quiz night at the base? He's correcting whoever’s in charge. Demanding sources.

Card games? Man’s locked in like there’s a whole cash prize to win. Loses, and suddenly the rules weren’t clear.

Darts at the pub? He'll be quietly tallying wins on a napkin until someone else beats him. Then? No one’s keeping score anymore.

Oh and drills? Hah. You better believe Gaz is checking everyone's time twice while reminding Soap who finished first. But if he comes in second? He is already asking for a rematch before anyone can even breathe.

So, bold of you to assume he’d go easy on you just because you two are now dating.

Thinking about a cute little round of mini golf on a lazy Friday afternoon? Yeah, well, good luck, darling, because that man’s not trying to win just at love. <3

[iravaid]

Living by the sword and meeting its fate

[pentecostwaite]

I have questions about cod anatomy I guess

[dykealloy]

[goodpointsandbadpoints]

[tiddiesandtopochico]

[necromanceyourgays]

do you think knights felt the same way about chess that veterans feel about Call of Duty

[dire-straits-fn8ic]

Yeah I think of Call of Duty Ghosts frequently. It still feels like a bit of The One That Got Away because I got it Christmas the year it came out and damaged my disk that February, and it was in the peak of my Call of Duty period of my life. Feels like there's so much more I wanted to do before moving on from that game. Now the servers are basically empty. I got a copy a couple years ago and it's still fun but there's something so truly special about coming home from school and playing the latest Call of Duty as new content is coming out for it and everyone is still learning the maps and having a blast among the chaos.

[walmart-icarus]

Johnny carves things out of wood.

It’s expected, since the Scot is usually seen as an artist and it’s way easier to carry wood and a Swiss-army knife in a war zone than a sketchbook and pencil.

His most recent figurine, is a small horse. He proudly places it on Ghost’s personal desk in the barracks.

“…It’s a horse.” Simon states the obvious

“Aye, that it is.”

Ghost picks up the little horse, seeming smaller in this large hands.

“Kinda looks like you. Hairstyle an’ all.” He says lowly after a few moments. Soap rolls his eyes.

“Away n’ bile yer heid, sir. I’ll take it back, then-“ He answers, reaching his hand to grab the wooden horse, but Simon’s reflexes are faster.

“I didn’t say you should take it back sergeant.”

Johnny huffs and scuffles his hair self consciously. He turns around to leave before getting interrupted.

“Johnny, why do horses look so fit?

…

It’s because they have a stable diet.”

“I’m leaving.”

"Johnny im just horsing around."

[darkbunnylove]

Task Force 141 finding out Reader has a crush on them

(mainly fluff but also angst because balance)

You thought you were playing it cool. Emphasis on thought. The glances that linger a little too long, the way your body seems to magically gravitate toward them. Barely noticeable, right? Yeah, maybe not so much. Because feelings like that? Oh, they have a way of showing, sweetheart. And once Task Force 141 catches on? Well, let’s just say you’ve got their full attention now.

Soap stays subtle about it for exactly one week. Conveniently, that’s also the same week he figures out you’ve got a soft spot for him. After that, subtlety goes right out the window. Not necessarily because he falls in love easily, but because he’s been working on catching your attention for months now. Laughing a bit too loud at your jokes? Check. Casual hand brushes? Yup. Memorizing the exact creak your boots make when you walk down the hallway? You bet!

So when he finds out you’re actually into him too? This man doubles down immediately. So much you even start finding little sketches of your face tucked into random notebooks. Oh, and of course, Gaz’s in on it too, sending him updates like: “Rec room. Alone. Go.” and “Laundry bay. Casual. Fold something, I don’t know.”

And sure enough, Soap just happens to bump into you. Constantly. Every day. Always asking if you’ve got time for a coffee. A walk. A chat. Already busy? No problem, how about tomorrow? Oh and while he’s at it, what about dinner this weekend? He’s definitely in too deep to pretend it’s casual now.

Gaz would be lying if he said he wasn’t a little smug about knowing you liked him. Not cocky, just very, very pleased. Well, maybe a little unbearable. But how could he not be? A dream like you, being all sweet on him? It’s taking everything in him not to grin like an idiot every time you look his way.

And the idea of you at his side? Of getting to introduce you like “Yeah, I pulled that. Can you believe it?” It makes his chest go so warm he doesn’t know how long he can take it. So he asks for your number through a friend and tries to play it casual. Then he spends too long staring at the message field, debating how many y’s to add to “hey,” or if he should just play it safe with “hi.”

But it’s alright, because soon you’re texting each other every day. Evenings turn into FaceTime calls. He lies on his back in bed, smiling like a fool while you talk about your day. Sometimes you fall asleep mid-call. But he never hangs up first. And during the day? Gaz always seems to show up right when you need a break. Leaning against your office door, telling some ridiculous story that makes you laugh until it hurts. You tell him he’s impossible. He tells you it’s your fault for laughing. Yeah. You’ve got him. Completely.

Ghost, unfortunately, is not so great about it. At least not at first. When he finds out you’ve got a crush on him, his stomach actually drops. Because there is just no fucking way, right? Not someone like you. Not for him. It has to be a mistake. And if he gives in? He’ll ruin it. He knows he will.

So instead of lingering near you, he does the opposite. He avoids you. For weeks. And every time you do bump into each other, he barely says a word. So you’ve already convinced yourself he’s just not interested. And Ghost? Ghost is convincing himself that staying away is the right thing. Until one night. Maybe it’s stupid but fuck, when he sees you on that hookup app, looking good, too good, and open for something casual, he can’t help it. He knows he shouldn’t. But he sends a message anyway. You meet. And a single night slips into hours. Into heat. Into skin against skin...Perfect, right?

No. It eats him alive. Because now he’s sure you think that’s all he wants. That you’ll never know how deep this thing runs for him. He avoids you for another week. Can’t look you in the eye. Until one Saturday morning, he shows up at your door. Apologizing with flowers in hand and everything he can manage to say out loud.

Price doesn’t quite let himself believe you like him. A sweet thing like you? Surely you’ve got admirers. Someone better. Someone not so... worn down. And god, how old were you, anyway?

No, he doesn’t avoid you, but he overcorrects without meaning to. Careful with every word, every glance. Because he refuses to assume. Refuses to risk making you uncomfortable. So everything stays safe. Neutral. Professional. He says things like “Forecast says rain, tonight.” Meanwhile, he’s thinking about the way you laughed at his dumb joke four days ago. Later. Alone. While smoking. Definitely spiraling.

Then, one night at the pub, your people drift off until it’s just the two of you. Maybe you’re sitting a little too close now. Maybe you’ve both had a little too much to drink. He starts to pull away, because he thinks he should. That’s when another man says something. You laugh, just to be polite. Not into it. But still, it stings. So Price moves before he thinks. One step, then he’s there, hand at your lower back. “You alright, love?” he asks. “C’mon, time to go home.” And by home, he means his of course.

[iravaid]

Oh my fucking god.... the lazarus quote... the tender face hold... HELLO?? HI HELLO? Augh, tysm dude holy shit :'D

touch ♡

--inspired by a scene from chapter 6 of Except You, You Can Stay by @iravaid

[iravaid]

Mumma's boy

[dykealloy]

Hi where can I find 7 chapter of the portrait of traction? I'm fucking in love with this work

It is. inside the orb between my ears. being pondered. like this

[goodpointsandbadpoints]

I got to talk COD today with my brother (at Costco over a hotdog and coke) and it was fun. Some things:

It feels like the storytelling in the remastered MW has more depth in the conflicts and characters.

The original MW series is still very fun as a game, although I thought that the sound effects are harder on my ears/brain. Some of the cutscenes are super dramatic, which was especially harrowing when we were younger, lol.

The Ghosts game looks amazing considering it's from 2013 (correct me if I'm wrong). There is also a space level that I did not know about!!! I have since watched it, and crave more of this sci-fi nonsense.

I know nothing about the Black Ops storyline (yet), but he says it's deep in a similar way to the MW remasters.

[iravaid]

Augh this is lovely :') the details in this, the shadows and focus on the broken bauble, agony

oh, the riley family.. they never did have a chance. :( (quote from "It's What I Do (I Wait For You)" on ao3, written by @iravaid . wonderful fic, i highly recommend it!! be sure to heed the tags and warnings, though. shit's deep.)

rendering this absolutely kicked my ass lmao. reblogs r much appreciated <3 ty