#david mason cod

[havikshoochiemama]

OMMGG DAVID MENTIONED‼️ that means Treyarch didn’t forget about his existence like they did in bo4 😭

i’m actually so happy about this 🥹 i love david sm and they literally neglect him…like his father did LAMAOAO

[collisionxcha0s]

david mason and hammered shit🩷

[leavemealoneplsandthx]

Okay everyone in the cod fandom thirsting over mw characters, it’s time to introduce u mfs to the black ops world cuz honestly I’m tired of the lack of appreciation and fanfics (mostly fanfics) these people get.

Lemme introduce you to some of the main baes

This mf right here is a grade a ASSHOLE but it’s why we love him. Honestly if you love effed up relationships and angst you should read some of the bell x adler fics going on. Bell is YOU. It’s the customisable character in Cold War who Russell Adler brainwashed and it’s a whole thing and it’s toxic af to pair them but I fuggin loveeee itttt (second pic posted by @adlerboi)

Alex Mason <3333 my wifey for lifey

He was brainwashed by the Soviet’s and he’s our fave lil mentally scarred old man. Seriously tho it’s criminal the lack of love this guy gets he is so handsome

Ahhh mr frank Woods. Asshole but not in the same way Russell adler is. He’s the kinda guy who would act annoyed when you ask him to hold your drink but would protect that mf with his LIFE. Would treat you right but it’s a whole ‘dick to everyone else but sweet as pie to you’ kinda vibe yk?

Miss Helen Park. Honestly we should hate her. She manipulated and brainwashed us alongside adler but would I kiss her on the lips? Maybe possibly yes. Nuff said

The CRIMINALLY underrated navy seals commander david mason. Yes he’s alex masons son yes we keep it in the family here. He has some mental scars like his father but honestly who doesn’t?! Handsome as fuck, and so kind and respectful <3 I luv him

So please guys I beg you!! Play black ops 1, 2 and Cold War so we can get some love for these guys!!

If you like the sound of it please read this fic about adler x bell omg my heart

[tomialtooth]

[collinnmckinley]

Call of Duty: Black Ops 7 | Reveal Trailer.

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[blackopsimagines]

[efingart]

Announcing Call of Duty Black Ops Winter Fest 2024

I polled folks over in the Black Ops Community and there was definitely some interest in an event so here we go. (You don't need to be part of the community to participate of course. You just have to like Black Ops.) OCs are welcome, ships are welcome!

Thanks to @alypink, @revnah1406, and @writeforfandoms for their help putting this list together!

Help me out and give this a reblog for reach! 💙

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December 15 - Winter Sports

ice skating/hockey game/skii trip

December 16 - Hurt/Comfort

illness/injury/loneliness

December 17 - Coffee/Tea Shop AU

coworkers/crush on barista/ spilled drink

December 18 - Caught in a snowstorm

staying warm/only one bed/ enemies to... friends to.. etc

December 19 - Holiday Vacation

road trip/home for the holidays/mountain getaway

December 20 - Cooking Together

baking cookies/making a holiday meal/potluck

December 21 - NYE/Holiday party

kissing at midnight or under the mistletoe/jealousy/ first time seeing someone dressed up

Details:

Submissions can be fics, art, moodboards, gifs, playlists, whatever you like to create!

That being said, no A.I. and do not use other’s work without permission (that includes gifs and art in moodboards and on fics). We want your creations

The prompts and themes are just guidelines, interpret them however you like.

Tag your work appropriately.

Be kind and civil.

Use #BlackOpsWinterFest2024 so we can find your work!

If you have any questions feel free to ask me! I will reblog work to @efingcod and to the Black Ops community!

[daordinarylinchen]

on december twentieth nineteen eighty nine nothing happened in panama

[havikshoochiemama]

Unspoken Moments

Caring for Frank Woods isn’t easy, but his nephew, David, makes it better. One lunch and a few stolen moments later, everything changes. [1.1k]

Pairing:David Mason x Reader

Genre:Fluff

Warning: None really… kissing and that’s about it and Frank being Frank

A/N: This is my first fic i ever published i’m so nervous raah, i finally finishing that one david fic i started A YEAR AGO omg i’m such a procrastinator 😻 but i hope you guys enjoy this is for me and the other 6 david fans!! i just finished it up quickly and im def writing a part 2!!!

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You enjoyed working at “The Vault” as a caregiver. The pay wasn’t great, and you had to deal with one of the most… difficult patients, Frank Woods. But the job did have its perks.

One of them being your patient’s adopted nephew. The brunette would often stop by once or twice a week, and it was always the highlight of your day—a much-needed break from Frank and his endless war stories. If he told you about Cuba and Castro one more time, you swore you’d snap.

But today was one of those lucky days when David came by.

“I didn’t know you were coming today,” you chuckled, quickly fixing your hair, a desperate attempt to look somewhat decent.

“No worries, I was just checking up on him. How’s he doing?” David whispered the last part, knowing if Frank heard, he’d yell both your ears off.

“He’s actually taking a nap right now. I was just cleaning up the room,” you smiled softly, picking up a few cups to seem busy.

“Oh really?” His voice sounded a bit disappointed. “I was just going to ask if he wanted to join me for dinner.”

That’s when you noticed the small bag in his hand. A little scheme formed in your mind—just to get a few more minutes with him.

“I mean, you’re more than welcome to join me. I was just about to go eat,” you murmured. “But if you’re busy, I totally get it,” you added quickly, just to ease the blow in case he turned you down.

“Yeah, I’d like that,” he smirked, and it melted you. His smile always did that, and if it wasn’t his smile, it was his warm brown eyes that followed you around. The way he held eye contact when he spoke… saying you were down bad for him was an understatement.

“Really?” was the first thing that came out of your mouth. You instantly regretted it, mumbling over your words for what felt like forever. “If you don’t mind eating here, we can. I’m sadly still on the clock.”

His laugh was so infectious, it had you beaming with a smile.

You guided him to the small table in the middle of the room, which was across from all of David’s childhood paintings that Frank had you hang up. He loved talking about David; you could tell he was really proud of the man David had become.

You pulled out the small container of food from the fridge—just some salmon over rice with vegetables. Before taking a bite, you looked over at him. “David… what are you eating?” you tried your best to hold in a laugh.

“Oh this?” he said, looking down at the sad plate of pasta and peas. “I made it,” he smiled. The man might be blessed with everything else, but cooking was definitely not his strong suit.

“David, I can’t in good faith let you eat that,” you smiled as you took the horrible plate from him, handing him yours. Before he could protest, you took a spoonful and fed it to him. Bold, even you were surprised.

“Mmm,” was all that came out of his mouth. “This is so good. Did you make this?”

You nodded, seeing he clearly enjoyed your cooking. After he finished all the food, you both sat there talking. You couldn’t help but notice how he looked at you like you were talking about the most important thing in the world when really, you were just talking about mundane things.

“Why are you staring at me like that? Is there something on my face?” you asked, using humor as a cushion, as you always did.

“No, it’s just…” he paused before continuing. “You just look lovely.”

In shock from what you heard, you quickly joked, “Stop, I look a mess right now.”

He quickly corrected himself, “N-no, I mean, every day you always look beautiful.”

Still in shock, you didn’t know how to reply. Before you could, Frank shouted from across the room, “Would you two lovebirds wrap it up? It’s making me sick.” You wondered when he’d gotten up from his nap. Your face started warming up from being called out.

“Hey, old man,” David spoke up, and you silently thanked him for it.

“When did you come here, David?” Frank asked.

“Oh, I just came to bring some stuff,” David said, looking at his wrist. “But I was just about to head out.”

With that, you quickly got up. “Let me help you.” You mentally face-palmed yourself for that reply. It was dumb, but you just wanted to get out of this conversation, knowing Frank would be on your case about it later.

As the two of you made your way to the door, it was awkward for a bit. You stood there, looking at each other, not knowing what to do. Then David spoke, “It was really nice. I loved your cooking.”

His eyes were darting around the room. “Yeah, you should let me cook for you more,” you teased, playfully poking his arm. You could feel the tension in the air—it was suffocating.

Before you could think twice, you reached out, grabbed the side of his face, and pulled him into a kiss. It felt good. Before you realized what you had done, you pulled away quickly.

“Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t—”

You didn’t even get a chance to finish talking before his lips crashed into yours. That was all the confirmation you needed. Your hands slid to the back of his head, your fingers tangling in his hair, pulling him closer. His arms freely roamed to your waist, lightly holding you. The kiss was warm. It started off tender but quickly deepened, mixed with longing and everything neither of you had ever to act on until now.

That moment, which felt like an eternity, was interrupted by the ring of David’s phone.

“…fuck,” he murmured under his breath, pulling away from the kiss. “Where the fuck are you, Mason?”

A voice from his phone spoke, not even on speaker, but you could still hear the man on the other side.

“I’m on the way, Haper,” David paused, looking at you before speaking again. “Heading there now.”

You let out a small pout at the news.

“We have to do this another time,” he said.

You chuckled. “Gladly.”

Before leaving, he gave you another quick kiss.

Smiling from cheek to cheek, you walked back into the room. Before you could even close the door, Frank spoke. “You know, if you wanted to get at him, you could’ve just asked.” He laughed to himself, finding the whole thing hilarious.

“Frank, I’m not in the mood for your smart-ass comments,” you chuckled, pulling out your phone. You saw a notification from David: “Let me buy you dinner sometime ;)”. You couldn’t help but let out a small giggle.

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A/N: Thank you so much for reading!! open to any criticism in the comments <3 this was my first time writing it’s a bit nerve racking but why does no one write for this fine ass man i’m def going to write a part 2 ^^

[collisionxcha0s]

i love u section no one will make me hate u ily ily ily

[cod-dump]

See in the best Blops timeline, there's a day in 2013 in June where Mason is in the garage fiddling with his latest hobby in the shade when Woods bursts in without warning.

There's even less warning when he pelts a small object at Mason, who catches it more on instinct than intention.

Before he can ask what the hell, Woods points at the box in his hands. "Get your ass in a jacket n tie and get in the car! I'm marrying you legally if it's the last fuckin thing I do on this god forsaken planet!"

Mason can't say he ever expected a normal proposal from this man, but.... "What?"

Woods is already rolling back into the house. "Turn on the damn radio! We're getting married!"

And they do. They're probably the oldest couple in line at the courthouse to do it, but it happens. Frank frames their marriage certificate with the small news story about the two of them from the local paper. Alex hangs it up in the living room among the array of family and friends on the wall.

By the time David has a chance to call them about it from wherever he's deployed, a second certificate has already arrived in the mail saying Frank is officially a Mason. David hasn't heard him that smug and satisfied about something since he'd been made sergeant a year ago.

Someone had to know Woods would do it. Perhaps Adler? He even sent something in the mail a week in advance so it arrived day of or the very next day to congratulate them. He knows Woods so well, he'd been waiting for that phone call.

[gunnrblze]

The game? Call of Duty. The category? David

[djloveyou3000]

David: sighs “Bro, why do we keep bringing Uncle Woods to the store?”

Woods: grinning “Back in my day, I used to have ALL the fat girls.”

Nadim: “Uncle Woods—hey, Uncle Woods!”

Woods: louder “ALL the fat bitches!”

Nadim: reaching for him “Okay, Uncle Woods, let’s chill—”

Woods: jerks away “GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME, BOY!”

Woods: growls “AGRR!”

David: dying laughing

David: tries to grab Woods’ wheelchair “Alright, alright, relax—”

Woods: smacks David’s hand “DON’T FUCKING TOUCH !”

Woods: wheels off fast… and immediately tips over

David & Nadim: crying with laughter

Tag list : @woods-and-adlers-left-hand-chap

[tomialtooth]

In the 80's home microwaves were brand new and considered very fancy and high tech. There were entire cookbooks dedicated to cooking whole meals in microwaves. Knowing this, I would very much like to introduce Woods and Mason to an air fryer.

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