#dmitry bale cod

[lizzy019]

The super underrated and overlooked characters in CoD that I would seriously let break me for their own dirty pleasures because they're just so goddamn fine and I would pay big money for a single fuckin smooch from any of them:

For those who don't know

Dmitry Bale

Sobieslaw Kościuszko (or Gromsko)

Sebastian Krueger

David Walker (or Hesh)

Gary Sanderson (or Roach)

Hiro Watanabe (or Oni)

[mausinly]

hello, I love ur blog <3 any dmitry bale and/or minotaur bale hcs? you can ignore if they're not ur cup of tea; thanks for sharing ur writings <3

HOW ARE ALL THE COOL PEOPLE FINDING ME??? WHO SENT YOU??? Legitimately, though, thank you so much! Being so serious I had no clue who either of these men were until I got this ask BUT NOW I DO HEHEHE

Ik you wanted headcanons but I saw bales arms and blacked out YALL KNOW HOW I AM ABOUT MEN WITH NICE ARMS 😫

Your head lifts slightly, the feeling of muscle flexing and moving under your cheek making you smile and open your eyes.

"You're doing it again." You tell him.

"No clue what you mean, куколка." He's already looking at you, eyes tired and amused as he smirks.

You let out a hum, as if to say "sure you dont". You relax your head against his arm again, only to feel his bicep flex moments later. You fix him a look and squint at him before you turn your head to bite into his bicep.

You don't bite him in earnest, just enough to feel the taut flesh squish under your teeth. Dmitry snorts and wraps his arm around your head to pull you into his chest, his lips splitting into a grin when you giggle.

You continue to playfully nom on him, pinching the fat of his bicep and the top of his chest between your teeth. You dare to let your hands wander as well, cheekily reaching down to squeeze his ass. Oh yeah, the military was definitely good to him.

Dmitry let out a flustered sound before laughing, his hand tilting your chin to pull your teeth from him and look at you.

"What on earth are you doing?" He asks you incredulously, the corners of his eyes creasing with the wideness of his smile.

"Shhh, don't worry about it." You silence him, unserious as you drag a finger over his lips.

He just rolls his eyes as you continue as you were, leaning down to kiss the top of your head. So odd, his darling is. You're lucky he finds it so endearing.

[quimera-cami]

So judgy.

[bred-49]

He comes home late

Pairing: Dmitry Bale x reader (no specific pronouns used I suppose)

Summary: A casual evening with your loved one

Tags: retired Dmitry, care, fluff, healthy relationships, living in Russia(???)

Word count: 871

Wanted to write some soft domestic shit with this wonderful man for way too long, if only it was me who waited for him. Anyway, hope you’d like this, feel free to leave comments, ask questions, give your opinion and etc.

You haven’t asked much about his work, content with knowing that he’s retired and teaches recruits now, but it still bothered you due to his constant overtimes. When you just started dating, it was rather hard to meet because of a man’s irregular work schedule, but Bale did his best to make sure you got enough attention by flowers delivered to your place as an apology for a failed date and his unexpected departure and simple messages a man like him could come up with to show his care when he’s away.

In addition, he was very pleasant on dates and although at first he was embarrassed by the age difference and did not think that you could be genuinely interested in him, he offered to move in together, when the owner of the apartment you rent decided to sell it.

And now after only six months knowing the man you are in Dima’s flat waiting for him as a perfect wife with cooked dinner and clean house. At around ten in the evening you hear a knock on the door and get from the sofa to open it. When Bale enters the house, he closes the door and, leaving his bag, kisses you lovingly.

“Hi, dear”. He says softly with a little tired smile, taking off his uniform jacket. You stand in the corridor watching him taking off his combat boots and going to wash his hands. Seeing you in the bathroom mirror he speaks up. “I’ll take a shower. Will you stay with me?”.

And you stay. Leaving the TV series running, you enter the bathroom taking a sit on the closed toilet bowl and starting to chatter about your day and news you heard, while the Russian listens mumbling something through the sound of water in return. When he opens the shower curtain you give him a towel and watch him drying himself off.

“Like what you see?” He teases you smirking. And you can’t help but smile and nod.

“I do”. It would be a huge mistake not to look at his strong body and his perfect blue eyes which looks at you admirably. You stand up hugging him, and without any hesitation Dima wraps his hand around you, putting his nose to your temple.

“Thank you”. He mumbles, and you ask him: “For what?”. The man runs his fingers through your hair looking at your face thoughtfully.

“Just… for everything”. Bale answer simply and you chuckle “okay, then I should tell you about your favorite baked duck in the oven”.

He looks at you exited “Really? Oh god I’m starving”. You kiss him still staying in his embrace while you two go to the main room, where you go back to the series and Dima puts on his old shirt and house shorts heading to the kitchen.

After having cooled down diner he returns to you. The man lays beside you on sofa-bed groaning and puts his arm above your one lightly caressing it. You turn to him: “what’s wrong, your spine?” Dima waves it off and wrinkles making expression which means typical masculine “I have a problem but I don’t want to speak about it or do anything”. You look at him strictly and he sighs.

“Yes, it hurts“ he admits. “Was showing some skill and tweaked my back”. You sigh and stand up to get an ointment from the fridge, as you come back Dima already lays on his stomach with his T-shirt pulled up knowing that you won’t leave it. You squeeze a little of cold ointment into the palm of your hand and start rubbing it on Dima's back, starting from the lower back to the middle vertebrae. The man groans a little from the massage, but sighs with relief feeling warmth spreading over the spine reducing the pain.

“Thanks, y/n..” he says with some guilt in his voice, probably again thinking that he’s not the best choice. You lean to kiss his forehead and put his T-shirt back.

“Now, cover yourself to warm up” you tell him walking away to put the ointment back in place. As you return Dima waits for you half sitting-laying under his weighted blanket with a book in his hands, he pats a place beside him, and you go to the bed, leaning to him.

You ask “would you read to me?”

Last week he started one of the books that were standing in his bookshelf covering with dust. Soviet fantasy sounded strangely for you, but after the man mentioned he liked it when he was younger you decided to give it a chance, and now instead of searching through countless reels or looking for a new pair of shoes you obviously wouldn’t buy, you two were reading the book. He rereads, you listen to his voice and a little bit of the story itself. He opens the book on the page you’ve stopped last time, and you get comfortable in bed putting your head on his shoulder giving a little kiss to the little bat tattoo you know he has here under the olive clothing.

“Глава седьмая…“ he starts, and you close your eyes concentrating on listening attentively.

Wow, did you actually read this?? Here, have a medal 🥇

Ps: I’m shocked by the fact Im uploading this ff, but I have another idea with Dima on my mind (it’s smut with m!reader 🙂‍↕️ want to give some attention to the guys)

[d0gmeats]

Old wips

[shadowscommand]

hiii👋👋👋 can i ask how u view the dynamics in the spetsnaz group? if its not too much just how everyone views each other:) im curious w the random implications of bale n rodion hooking up

ohhh i love thinking about the spetsnaz dynamics. Maybe too much. Im writing this in google docs like its a dissertation. BUT theres like 5 ways to think about this either with my brain or with my dick im going to use my brain first. AKA from a minimalshipping pov:

this is something ive said a bunch of times but i rly do think they get along very well. EVEN nikto-minotaur which is strained bc there is a clash of personalities. I wont get into like introvert vs extrovert nikto bc nikto is a special case every interaction with him is like on a day by day basis affected by his mood and just how hes feeling about someone/social interaction in general that week. his competitive nature + his toxic masculinity which was made worse by his torture especially makes minotaur like a target for him a little bit (as ive said in this post). minotaur rly is like a mirror that can make nikto really uncomfortable. And nikto makes Minotaur uncomfortable (as said here) bc he really understands nikto is struggling and he sees it but its a lot to put on someone. + just the chaotic and unpredictable nature of it is lowkey scary to maxim. i think overall their relationship is strained, not close, but also not actively hostile. Minotaur strikes me as someone who is very compassionate and emotionally pretty competent (not perfect but better than nikto for sure) who does his best to stay out of niktos way. They could easily commiserate about suffering from alcoholism but it would be the most base level acknowledgement of them both facing similar issues with drinking to cope with sadness (i imagine that while minotaur never pries in nikto harming himself he would speak up about nikto drinking. He knows what a slippery slope relapse can be (pragmatic as well bc a pissed off drunk nikto would not be any fun.)).

Rodion would fucking love minotaur though.. Hes fun and hes got a LOT of stories hes got cute kids hes very openmindedd he really does NOT judge (is nikto jealous? yes) is bale jealous? Yknow it does sort of suck to see your twin be the blossoming flower everyone flocks to. And this would be something hes felt since they were young (shameless plug) buuuttt. Bale has a presence in spetsnaz hes got a story to him and people Do really like him. So as an adult bale is very confident in his job and who he is so while theres some underlying tension there, overall the jealousy is very minimal. Also. Obviously. Theyve had some drama.

Minotaur (obviously, as he feels responsible) Really took it hard that bale “died.” i always wonder how this occurred to him. Like if he feels guilty bc it was his idea to join the military, or if it was some miscommunication during the mission which got bale hurt, Or the most dramatic and rly my favorite option: that it was some friendly fire that got bale downed. And when did he leave? Was he told bale wasnt moving and had died and he ran? Did they have to leave bale and the strain of that made him run? He didnt know bale was alive for 10 years he hid from his family for 10 years. That is some extreme trauma to go through and then find out the thing you were beating yourself up over wasnt even true. And bale has spent the past 10 years regaining his ability to walk + existing outside of what gives him the most confidence. All with his brother missing ! im sure theres some mannerisms and thought processes that they didnt see in the other before that they see now. But theyre twins. Twins r weird and insanely close. Their relationship is maturing into a beautifuw brotherhood.

And speaking of brotherhood. bale and nikto have a lot of respect for each other: theyve both been thru periods of recovery for massive injuries, theyre very skilled, & neither one of them are big on talking. I feel like they probably had a very short adjustment period of working with each other bc they just sort of clicked. Bale is like not scared of nikto at all (BUT HE IS AWARE HE CAN BE A DANGER). he can read his warning signs, he doesn't get in his way arbitrarily, and they have rly similar senses of humor. I think it helps as well that nikto doesnt see him as a threat bc while i do figure bale is more of the leader of spets on paper in the field, hes not like diehard intense about it he listens to ideas hes flexible uhh and he trusts niktos judgement. Any of nikto’s Weird Shit is just Nikto’s shit and bale doesnt gaf and nikto likes that. I DO ALSO THINK.. Bale knows the most about nikto’s past like hes been told things by kamarov that are important to know. And nikto likes that he never holds any of that against him and doesnt try to spread it. Hes a very respectful man so nikto respects him.

And it is a bit of like.. Like nikto isnt going to respect minotaur bc even tho hes a very large, skilled, grown man hes also not like hypermacho which nikto would just see as weakness. Whereas bale is very much A Guy like hes just a dude. AND RODION.. Rodion is a babbyy bro thats a baby on the field.. None of them Are babying him (well. Minotaur might a little bit. Hes lowkey motherly imo) but they are all very aware hes like. New to this more serious side of combat. And hes the medic ! he has field medic training ! that shit is stressful ! but he handles it and hes very excited for everything and driven. they literally would all love rodion.. Truly the sunshine of the group. Him and minotaur would click like nikto and bale click. they would hype each other up soo much they would have so much fun. AND BALE ?? rodion would be so excited to be working with bale. When he meets bale and bale is genuinely a cool guy, Actually straight up a cool guy, he would become even more enamored with him. Star struck for a long time before they become real friends where rodion doesnt put him on a pedestal.

And of course……. Nikto to rodion.. Like minotaur, rodion would initially be scared of nikto. Rodion really isnt small hes like 5’10 decently muscled but nikto is like fucking huge.. And he just Looks mean and he Would look meanly at rodion at the start like rodion is hyper. He talks a lot. Their first meeting (esp w how he would instantly get along super well with minotaur) nikto just thinks of him as a smaller, younger minotaur he would not be interested. AND hes a baby nikto doesnt want to be a fucking babysitter.. But rodion is very smart and much more laid back than he lets on he can really calm himself down to match nikto’s level. Little bit of a social chameleon bc hes a very charming guy. Rodion like. He Likes to be Liked. Its important to him to be fun and likeable. So he will act accordingly around nikto he’ll quickly learn his body language and how to read his expressions. I think even if they didnt fuck rodion would earn nikto’s respect and he would stop being scared of him relatively quickly.

But yknow. I want them to fuck. So. Uh rodion changing his energy level to match nikto would sort of like signal to nikto that he can hit. Genuinely that’s the entire crux of what gets them started. Rodion is smaller than him, more submissive socially than him, cute, womanly (in the eyes of a misogynist); nikto wants to fuck him. Its like dudes who think cashiers are hitting on them bc they smiled at him. Hes LUCKY that he also happens to be rodions type. Rodion likes a challenge and nikto is a CHALLENGGEEE. Nikto is so resistant and rodion is so hardheaded its the perfect recipe for a tumultuous relationship which makes it so rewarding for rodion to rein it in.

U might think like. Well. he likes bale. Bale is normal. It would be easier to fuck and try to date bale and it would but again rodion likes a challenge. Bale is just like.. Too casual about it all. + the element of hero worship i think changes how rodion feels about it like he just expects a bit of fun out of bale a little extra to their friendship and thats exactly what he gets. And it Is a lot of fun bale’s a good fuck and so is rodion they have good times. It just doesnt have the same fun drama as nikto… But. it would also be easy for them to treat fucking rodion as a competition which i dont think rodion would like bc its a bit disrespectful to him as a person. Like hes not a prize. And he doesn’t think of them as the same. I need 2 explore this in a fic its why i want to write some bale/rodion/nikto.

And minotaur, in the middle of all of this, is just worried for rodion overall. I Do Think he would be surprised bale gets involved at all bc its a very rocky situation between nr and it seems like more drama than bale would enjoy. But it is a little bit of bale’s own sense of dominance peeking thru like he just cant help it its a dude thing an alpha dog thing.. That minotaur just doesnt get into bc he has confidence in himself. And its kind of scary to minotaur that rodion gets in the middle of it. Its kind of scary to him that if nikto has a meltdown of some sort rodion will probably be the closest to him physically and could easily take the brunt of an attack that he rly wouldnt be ready for. Nikto genuinely trying to hurt rodion would be really bad. Hes very brutal. And minotaur keeps that in mind. But yknow so does bale he likes to keep an eye on it. Might as well get his dick sucked too. Maybe bent over or bend rodion over at the same time.

And also why i wanted to write more for beg! It kind of got away from me and its a lot to express. As seen in this probably very confusing ummmm 1,800+ word answer to an ask on tumblr dot com. I have a lot of thoughts thank u for asking me about them :)c i hope u were ready for all this + the additional reading. i think as a whole they work together great they all just yknow. Have their ups and downs. They work a lot of shit out together…. And then Nikto goes AWOL. planned or not

[machveil]

my friend requested that I draw Dmitry Bale so I delivered✨

also, a close up sketch of König’s eye because eye love him <3

[obsidiangravity]

Nikto Gets A Cat

I saw this lovely artwork by @quimera-cami and it possessed me to drop all other WIP to write this.

Summary - Spetsnaz are tasked with guarding a remote location. Can’t ask for a simpler operation really. The only downside for Nikto is having to endure the stifling presence of his teammates. Maintaining what’s left of his sanity in such a tiny house is an exhausting challenge, but at least they all get their own sleeping quarters.

Until Rodion returns from a weekly grocery run with a companion.

Word count - 3.9k

Tags - Fluff, Alcohol, Nikto being nice.

It’s no secret to the closest people in Nikto’s life that he despises cats.

The incessant calls for attention. The hair that seems to overrun everything one owns. Their need to mark and ruin upholstery. His disdain for those common house pets are seen as irrational. Perhaps it's a childhood trauma long forgotten, the unsavoury memories regarding these animals locked away in the dark corners of his mind.

But he disagrees. The extreme hatred is warranted. How could it not? What do they provide other than misery and annoyance. He’s grateful to have been spared the torment of living around one since he joined the military over a decade ago.

So the man is rendered temporarily speechless and imobile when Rodion calls out from behind him on the armchair, “Look at what I found outside the supermarket!” and five kilograms of hissing fluff and fury is dumped on his thighs. 

The feline snarls and bares its teeth at the person that dropped it. Long razor-sharp claws dig into Nikto’s flight suit, poking his skin.

He winces, gaze narrowing at the youngest Russian. “What the fuck is this?”

“Mm, it’s a cat,” Rodion mumbles over a mouthful of chocolate chip cookie as he searches for the TV remote and brushes stray crumbs onto the ground. It makes Nikto’s fingers twitch. “Siberian I think?”

Dmitry looks up from his task of chopping potatoes in the scantily sized kitchen, amusement ghosting the corner of his eyes. “Oh, it could be, but they are usually a little bigger, no?”

The cat, in a blur of unruly fur, launches itself off Nikto's lap, nails screeching and scraping the wooden floorboards as it skitters across like one of those rats caught out in the light in this shithole of a house. In a second, the creature vanishes behind a doorway to a bedroom. The one belonging to Maxim.

Rodion clucks his tongue. “Well, someone tell Maxim he has a new roommate when he’s back from patrol.”

An acidic scowl is hidden behind his balaclava when Nikto notices the strands of hair and filth left on his uniform. “Are you soft in the head? Why did you bring it here?”

“Saw her scavenging in the garbage as I was about to return. I couldn’t just leave her there.”

“Get rid of it, or I will shoot it.” His voice low and coarse. It is the only response Nikto gives before he stands up, readying to leave for a shift change with Maxim.

Nikto returns twelve hours later after a quiet night, slips out of his worn leather boots to find his single bed occupied.

The feline saw fit to curl up on it and rub dirt on his clean white blankets and pillows. Of course it would be in here, his room is the only empty one.

He’s able to get a better look at it as it sleeps. Dust clings to its matted and tangled cream-coloured fur. Its scrawny figure and ribs are barely concealed by its thick coat. Thin, elegant, almost silver whiskers a contrast to the extremely bushy unkempt tail.

Three small lines of scar run from its right cheek to its velvet-like ear. This is no pampered house pet, it may have been once, however those times were long gone.

He lightly shoos the cat away. It startles from peaceful sleep and hisses, tries to gouge his hand with the tiny daggers on its fingertips, but ultimately scampers off and hides under the bed.

Nikto sighs, long and drawn out. Questioning if he should bother using the back of his rifle like a stick to force it out of his room. He reaches for it, then decides it’s not worth potentially hurting himself from an accidental discharge.

He flips the switch off and collapses on the mattress.

~~~

He wakes up before everyone else again, the sun heating his face through the dusty window. Nikto blinks against the early morning rays and stretches his stiff muscles with a content groan. His toes collide with something furry and soft, and that brief moment of peaceful serenity is disrupted by a sharp scratch to his bare calf.

The half asleep man jerks away from the sting — accidently rolling off the bed. A shoulder and knee takes the full brunt of the fall and the greater pain jolts him fully awake, a “Blyat,” escaping his scarred lips.

The feral animal dashes around the small room, emerald eyes wide, fangs showing and claws unsheath. It howls and arches its back as it realises its trapped between the closed door and him.

Nikto scrambles to his feet, swearing a string of colourful curses that echo against the concrete walls. His jaw tightens. He wonders if he can turn the doorknob to kick it outside without being inflicted with any more injuries.

Goosebumps form on his arms when a deep rumble emits from it, as if it’s charging up an attack. He eyes the AK-47 propped against the wall on the other side of the room. Of course the one time he leaves a firearm out of reach is when he needs it most.

Tentatively, he takes a step forward and in a whirlwind, the infernal creature resumes its frantic scrambling.

It throws itself up onto the bed, rumpling the messy sheets further and jumps on his nightstand. In its rampage of destruction, it knocks the full bottle of vodka over.

It shatters loudly on the oak floor. Large and tiny shards of glass scatter in all directions as the liquid seeps through the planks.

Nikto, who is usually able to repress his anger and known for his stoic composure, lets his vision go red and a roar of unrestrained rage erupts.

He will gut this mangy stray then dump its entrails on Rodion for putting him through this. He has done far worse for less.

The bedroom door creaks open and Devil Incarnate finally dashes out.

A dishevelled Maxim peeks his head and a broad shoulder in, sleep clouding his eyes. “Can you not make so much fucking noise this early?” Then his gaze shifts to the spilled alcohol and groans. “You’re not wasting anymore of the vodka again,” he says and slams the door shut with a resounding thud before Nikto could redirect his fury at him.

He is left to simmer in the aftermath and he swears to drag Rodion’s face across the broken glass if that imbecile doesn’t clean this up.

~~~

It seems an illness has overtaken his comrades.

With its fur clean and brushed, they dote on the cat at every chance it decides to show itself. Regal grace that laid beneath the grime is now allowed to shine. It moves with the arrogance that all cats possess as it struts around the house.

“Oh, what a cute kitten.”

“Look at its shiny gemstone eyes! What a pretty girl.”

Running their fingers through the fur as they coo and play with it. All three of them mull over what to name it. As if it’s a newborn baby and they’re first time parents.

“How about Mishka?” Dmitry asks as he strokes its back. “Look at its silky coat! Nikto, you have to feel this.”

Maxim scratches his stubble. “I prefer Nina.”

“Satan,” Nikto offers, gaze not leaving his book.

“It’s a girl,” Rodion’s faraway voice interjects from the bedroom.

“Baba Yaga.”

“Doesn’t really suit her… Princess?” Maxim suggests.

Nikto flicks to the next page. “Gluttony.”

“I think Anastasia fits this beauty.”

“Garbage Eater.”

That night, he pulls the covers over him with the feline nowhere in sight.

But dawn finds that yet again the whiskered intruder found its way onto the bed near his feet.

Less scratching and hissing this time. He’s able to expel it with only an attempted swat at his arm and minimal destruction. No caterwauls of wildness, or pointed teeth and claws tearing at his blankets thankfully.

~~~

They take pictures and record videos of the nuisance doing the most inane drivel and send them to each other, including Nikto. As if he can’t see the damned cat himself. At this rate, they would probably snap an image of its excrements and praise it for defecating outside by the end of the week.

The cat takes the greatest liking to Dmitry. It’s no mystery why. Twirling about his legs for food at all hours of the day that it’s not sleeping.

And the meowing.

It doesn’t shut up. Always whining, always mewling. Like an alarm siren demanding more and more meals.

The short period where it is not doing that, usually when one of the Bale brothers has the little gremlin on their lap, massaging the soft fur around its ears  — it purrs loudly. Impeccably imitating a broken lawnmower.

Nikto has no trouble tolerating most discomforts — the filthiness of a barracks, the lack of sleep during a long operation, numbness from the biting cold of Russian winters. He would endure all of it again over this.

Nobody else seems to be agitated by it. Madness has infected everyone but him. No longer can Nikto read a book or relax with a good bottle of vodka in peace. He enjoyed his lone shifts a little more than the rest of the team before. Solitude is always freeing. 

Now, it’s his only solace for true rest.

His equipment, his bed, the whole house, is filled with stray strands of fur. Irritating his nostrils and ruining his clothes. He briefly considers murdering the cat and the idiot that brought it home when he finds a nonhuman hair in his half eaten soup.

The last straw that solidifies their insanity to him is when the living embodiment of chaos vomits a wet furball on the sofa.

They will throw the cat out now for sure. Nikto has no doubts about it.

Except, that does not happen.

They did not throw the cat out.

They mutter words of comfort and pat it on the back, cleans up the mess and offers it a treat.

Nikto occasionally catches the feline watching him from some dimly lit corner. A spark of intelligence in its big round eyes. As if it secretly taunts him, before prowling away.

The following night, he scours his room, getting on all fours to check under his creaking bed frame. His bloodshot eyes strains against the darkness and finds only dust bunnies. No furry form with a demonic glint in its jade irises. Satisfied, he switches off the light and crawls in, the chill of the night seeps through the small crack in the window.

Yet, come morning, the relentless animal inhabits his sheets, purring with satisfaction.

It amazes him that it is able to burrow up so close as he slept again — with him being none the wiser, considering how much of a light sleeper he is. Nikto makes a mental note to seal the window. Clearly the sliver of opening for fresh air is too much to ask for.

He lets out a bone weary sigh, running a hand over his scarred face and rubs his temple. It can stay for now.

It’s not being overtly infuriating. It barely takes up any space. The man observes its sleek fur shining almost golden in the sunlight. Is it as soft as they all say it is?

He reaches for it, his fingers lightly brushes its tail and it lets out a groan of discontent, hopping off the bed, onto the windowsill. It slinks away, landing on the bushes outside.

Nikto watches the raised fluffy tail disappear past the treeline and he pushes the pane fully shut with a resounding snap for tonight.

“She’s nearly done with her moult,” Dmitry comments as he sweeps the tumbleweeds of fur out the front door. There are clumps of it stuck on foliage, mixing with the twigs and leaves.

It’s visually revolting.

When asked why he doesn't simply throw it in the trash, Dmitry says it makes the birds happy to use it for their nests. 

Birds don’t nest this close to winter, you moron. Nikto would have loved to retort, only, he realises he doesn’t have the energy for it anymore.

The one upside to the neverending mountain of inconveniences is there seems to be a decrease of rat sightings inside. Perhaps, it’s not as lazy as Nikto originally thought.

He scowls at the empty packet of potato chips left by Rodion on the coffee table. The cat is now far from being the most useless individual in the house.

He lies awake in his bed, watching the shadows of the tree branch right outside his window dance on the wall as the wind jostles it. Sleep has trouble taking him like most days.

As he is about to drift into unconsciousness, an ear grating yowl echoes in the living room through the walls, loud enough to wake the dead.

Nikto huffs and rolls onto his stomach.

It continues. The sounds of the kitchen’s trash can being rummaged and the occasional meow of discontent prevents him from dozing off.

He’s determined to ignore it, maybe yell at someone else to feed it but realises it’s probably useless. Dmitry can sleep through a bombing. Maxim is likely comatose from drinking and nothing less than a gunshot will wake him.

He sits up, fingers reaching for his balaclava, fully intending to throw some biscuits in its food bowl so it can leave him alone.

The moment he pries open the door, the feline sprints in and beelines underneath his mattress.

Nikto narrows his eyes, tired brain is slow to process what exactly occurred. A defeated exhale leaves his lips and pushes his door shut, returning to bed.

He has grown to expect the cat to claim the territory beside his left foot and is careful not to nudge it come morning.

~~~

Frantic scratching on worn oak is like fingernails on a chalkboard, agitating Nikto's taut nerves. It wasn't just the sound, but the urgency behind it.

He’s not the only person home, someone else can let it out.

He tries to ignore it and focus on his task. Cleaning firearms is a silent and soothing experience. It helps to clear his mind when he needs it most.

The scraping intensifies.

Nikto unclenches his jaw — gently places down the bolt carrier and oil stained cloth, and stands up.

Boots thudding on the floor as he marches to the source of the noise. 

The cat paws at the front door and wails. Wanting to be let out. It looks at Nikto as he turns the corner. Its face saying, please I need to leave.

I need to leave right now.

He unlatches the steel lock and pulls the door open. The feline hesitates, its miniature nose twitching, testing the cool air and the scents wafting in.

Frosty blue irises flash in anger. “You wanted to leave? Then go!” His free hand gestures to the open space outside.

Seconds stretch into a minute.

It stands there. Peering outside. Then, with a flick of its tail, turns and walks away, returning to its favourite spot on the kitchen counter by the window.

Nikto watches it, a mixture of confusion and realisation settling in his chest. It gives him a side eye that speaks volumes before it lays down and gazes out the glass.

He had served this creature. Catered to her whims. Ungratefulness aside, he feels used.

~~~

Nikto leaves for his shift just like any other night. Familiar weight of his rifle in one hand. Vodka in the other. Stars glittering in the sky.

He settles down at his usual spot in the outpost overlooking the area he’s meant to guard. As he’s about to peel back the fabric of his mask to take a sip, a crunch of dry leaves alerts him to a presence not too far from his left.

Drink forgotten, muscle memory and instincts take over, he raises his gun in the direction of the intruder. Two glowing orbs look back at him, and then an inquisitive meow.

Low and behold, it’s Garbage Eater.

Exasperation washes over him. He lowers his firearm and stares at it.

The cat saunters up to his feet, rubbing its face on his boots.

Nikto silently grieves his allotted hours of privacy robbed away and sits back down. How did it even follow him? He was not as alert as he usually is compared during a mission, but for it to have not been detected since he left the house is a feat.

Surprisingly, it keeps a respectable distance. Choosing to lick its hand an arms length away.

He finally gives in. The Russian reaches out to run a hand over its back. A throaty groan of protest erupts.

Nikto stops. Fair enough. He doesn’t like being touched either.

As the night deepens, he offers little bits of chicken from his food container while they sit in tranquil company together. He will never admit to it if asked, but the presence of decent companionship is something he craves. Dmitry is pleasant and respectful, however he can be a little too worried more often than not. That man is not subtle. Nikto catches every glance of concern, every time his lips pull into a hard line.

Animals don’t do that. They don’t have any questions of his mental state barely held back on the tips of their tongues.

Sometimes when it gets too quiet, his thoughts can be overwhelming. Fragmented memories from his past come slithering back. Lately, he has been unable to keep them at bay.

Every now and then, a new door opens, and he often doesn’t like what comes out of it.

Maybe it senses his mood, or maybe it’s just cold, it inches closer to sit beside him for the remainder of the shift. Its green eyes full of concern.

When they return to the house together, the cat doesn’t have to sneak into his bedroom.

~~~

Tiny gifts in the form of dead rats are deposited in his quarters every so often. He could dispose of it normally, but he throws them into Rodion’s room. It grants Nikto a small bit of satisfaction whenever a screech of disgust sounds throughout the house, usually after that man returns from his shift.

A week passes and Nikto wakes up with a feather duster-like object in his face.

It seems that the cat, perhaps emboldened in the darkness, gained some courage and moved upwards long past midnight. She sneaked up close beside his chest as he was sleeping. Her padded foot, soft and warm, rests against his bicep with an easy pressure, tail tickling his cheeks.

She had stuck to the end of his mattress every day before this.

Her forehead nudges his hand, seeking contact, and she rubs her long whiskers against his open palm.

Sundown arrives sooner, the days grow colder and Nikto quickly discovers she likes to be squashed by his arm.

The cat blinks and carefully leaps over him to situate herself in the small space between him and the wall. She sniffs Nikto’s hand curiously and rubs her cheeks against it before rolling into a ball. He buries his fingers into her soft fur and closes his eyelids.

He knows she only pursues his company for his warmth. He doesn’t mind it. His nail traces patterns in her coat and she stretches languidly. Maybe it's not just her seeking him. Maybe he craves the physical touch too.

It has been too long, he realises, since he has hugged another living thing. To feel the pulsing of a heartbeat against his fingertips. It is not so bad afterall.

The even vibration of her purrs lulls him to a dreamless slumber.

He hears the rhythmic clacking of claws on the hardwood floor before the cat jumps onto the armrest. She puts a gentle paw on Nikto’s forearm and meows.

Nikto hums, the words of his fantasy novel momentarily blurring. “What do you need this time?” he grumbles.

Everyone else left ten minutes ago, a rarity. He has plans to finish this book today.

Unfazed by his hollow annoyance, she steps onto his lap and does a few circles before settling down.

He shifts in his chair, trying to find a position that’s more comfortable for them both. “I’m reading a story, do you want to hear it?”

She looks at him knowingly and yawns. Nikto clears his throat, he begins reading with a soft voice that feels unfamiliar, it has been a long time since he last used this tone.

At some point, her eyes drift close and her breathing deepens, yet he continues.

Nikto couldn't help but see the similarities they share. They both exude an independence born out of necessity. He runs a calloused thumb over her old scars. They’re both survivors. No other person he met has understood it truly. Though with the way she regards him, the reserved man thinks she might.

~~~

Nikto takes the last bottle of Five Lakes on a hunt with him before Maxim could — he can have whatever slop is left.

It’s been years since he had hunted, nevertheless, he still remembers how to track deer and rabbits.

Gloved hand securely clutching the cool glass, he ventures further east.

People argue that vodka isn't for taste. Nikto disagrees. 

He values the smooth, barely detectable flavour, a welcomed change to the generic liquor he usually endured on duty. To him, the subtle burn is appreciated. He doesn’t think his alcoholic comrade can tell the difference.

It’s not that he can’t handle the harsh taste, he would simply rather get drunk with a minimal amount of hangover.

He’s not surprised when he hears the rustle of grass and the well-accustomed to call of his four legged companion behind him after he crouches down to inspect the gnawed on vegetation.

She trots up, her sleek form brushing against his thighs and investigates the leaves, sniffing it with a delicate nose.

“Can you hunt rabbits as well as rats?”

She flicks a ear and chirps in response.

Nikto takes that as a yes.

Undeterred by the distant rumble of thunder above, they proceed further, the sparse canopy offers little protection as tiny droplets soon begin to rain down upon them.

Eventually, the soil grows too damp for her liking and she tries scaling up his leg, tips of her claws latching on to his thigh muscle through the thick fabric.

She advances quickly, her pointed nails has no trouble finding purchase on the straps and gear tied to him. Nikto hisses and grips her to his chest with his forearm before she can make it any higher.

She calms instantly, feeling secured in his solid hold.

The mild drizzle subsides quickly, leaving the forest dripping and smelling of fresh earth. However the once stray Siberian forest cat has no desire to return to the damp ground.

He purses his lips and takes a deep breath. “Fine.”

He can’t use his hunting rifle with one hand and he refuses to let her on his shoulders. Daylight is about to leave anyway. Won’t be a terrible decision to return.

As the sun dips below the horizon, dousing the hills with the warm colour of fire, Nikto observes the sky and settles on the grass, Garbage Eater curling up on his lap in content silence — he thinks that having a pet cat isn’t the worst thing in the world.

[andreas-river]

Idk if this is something your comfortable writing if not I understand but could you write a gang bang with the spetsnaz I mean ig exclude one of the bale brothers cus it could be kinda weird idk but if your comfortable writing it I’d really appreciate it

CHRISTMAS BREAKS ARE MEANT TO BE REMEMBERED

TW: gangbang, established relationship, everything is consensual, protected and unprotected p-in-v, blowjobs, fingering, a bit of voyeurism and exhibitionism, cunnilingus, slight femdom at some point, double penetration, mutual orgasms, aftercare.

PAIRING: F!Reader x Nikto x Nikodim "Rodion" Egorov x Dmitry Bale

A/N: I'm so sorry it took ages to do this, it's longer than the usual but I hope you will like it, Anon!

For the past few days, you noticed something different in your teammates. Something on a deeper level, the way their gaze lingered more on you, and no one else noticed this since the base was exceptionally empty—the Christmas break started right two days ago, and you couldn’t be happier. You could eat even better with all the silence around you, enjoying the presence of the few people you were closer to. Doing your morning laps with Rodion was far more fun, or stargazing during the night with Nikto was something you could do without repercussion.

And right while you were doing this with him, he proposed the idea to you. You could never expect that such words would leave his mouth—well, fuck, you were in a secret relationship with him, and only the team knew about this, and you always tried your best to not let the secret slip out. So, when he talked about the idea, he quickly clarified to you who was going to be involved, when and how would happen, and especially, that he would make sure that no boundaries were going to be crossed. You gave him a smile and a slow nod, never expecting that a fantasy of yours could become reality.

You were sitting on Nikto’s lap already, his gloved hand touching the plump flesh of your breast. His touch was firm, a hint of gentleness as he removed your shirt under their gaze. Rodion’s face was already flushed, his breath slightly heavy. Dmitry was less obvious, but since he removed his usual balaclava, you clearly noticed the shift in his expression. Nikto made you lay back on the couch, noticing the momentary absence of Rodion as he locked the door. Everything you were doing was wrong, illegal, so forbidden that made your heart jump in your throat, your breath hitching only for a fraction of a second, before Rodion sat next to your head, lowering his body so he could reach your belly with his lips, his bare chest right at your face. You let your instinct guide you, your hands reaching for his skin and the numerous scars that littered his body.

With half-lidded eyes, you let out a sigh as Dmitry took place between your legs, spreading them so he could reach the most intimate part of you, your face heating up in a deep shade of red. From the corner of your eye, you could see Nikto sitting on the wooden coffee table, just watching the scene unfold in front of him. He was doing exactly what he promised, making sure that his teammates respected your limits and that they wouldn’t cross his rules. You gave him a nod, reassuring him that you liked what was happening.

From the way Rodion was lavishing the soft skin of your neck, his tongue dragging down to your chest, while Dmitry tentatively unbuttoned your trousers, that made your spine tingle. Not even a minute later, you were already half-naked, only your panties and your sports bra still on. “That’s unfair,” you whined, making Nikto chuckle: for tonight, he was the one in control, and that meant in control of everyone, Dmitry and Rodion included. Flicking his gaze to Dmitry, the latter proceeded to obediently brush the palm of his hand against the soft fabric of your panties, as he felt the wet spot caused by your arousal.

“You’re loving this, aren’t you?” Rodion’s murmur against your ear gave you chills, nodding at him, the words stuck in your throat as Dmitry rubbed your sensitive clit through your panties, not even thinking when you tried to close your legs. Nikto reached to your knee, forcing your legs open again as he got up, standing right next to you as the other two finally shed their clothes, both remaining bare right in front of your hungry eyes. Nikto helped you remove the remnants of your underwear, your breath heavy at the unfolding scene.

With a last nod from your boyfriend, it was as if he let go of the leashes that held Dmitry and Rodion, both of them feasting on you with everything they had: their warm hands explored any reachable inch on your skin, their lips hot like lava as you arched your back for them, an open invite for them to devour you.

And the most exciting thing was having Nikto, your lover, watching everything as if it was a show crafted just for him, sitting in the front row as Rodion made his first move, positioning his hips next to your head, gently inviting you to taste his hardness. You could feel your blood boiling as you tasted on your tongue the salty precum that leaked from the tip, while he played with your exposed breast as you sucked him, focusing on your hardening nipples as he made you squirm, a sly smile on his face as he enjoyed the predicament you were in.

You slowly wrapped your lips around his length, feeling with your tongue the warmth coming for the skin, slurping sounds coming from your mouth as Rodion groaned loudly, his fingers tangling in your hair as you arched your back when you felt hot lips latching on your sensitive folds, the sensation making your toes curl in ecstasy. Two of his fingers already found your slick opening, pushing them inside and deep enough for him to quickly find your sweet spot, groaning eagerly as you continued to suck onto Rodion’s length, his tip angry red from your incessant stimulation.

Right when you, Rodion, and Dmitry were all immersed in this bubble of pleasure, that’s when Nikto stopped both of them, leaving you on the edge of what you knew could be a shattering orgasm. Denied of your climax, Nikto made you rise, making you rest on your knees as he pushed your face straight to his groin, the tent caused by his erection pronounced from his trousers.

“Show them how good you are, dorogaya,” He invited you with a gentle pat on your cheek, his gloves warm on your skin as you unbutton his pants, lowering them just enough to pull out his cock, the veins pulsing and throbbing as you grabbed the base. Your tongue skillfully circled the tip before sliding it inside your mouth, working around his length and trying to take the full length.

Behind you and sitting obediently on the couch, you could hear both Dmitry and Rodion groaning, the slick sound of their hands sliding up and down their cocks echoing in the room. You couldn’t see them, but you knew what game was playing Nikto, forcing them to watch instead of touch, making them stay on the edge, and not letting them cum if they went too close to their orgasm. As Nikto took control of your movements, you let him grab the side of your head firmly enough to move his hips faster, gagging around his cock as his movements became frantic, feeling the tip hitting the back of your throat over and over. The sound of your gags and sputters only stirred him on, groaning and holding your head firmly as he loses himself to the pleasure.

Only when he finally filled your throat with his salty seed, he finally stepped back to let you recover your breath, your chest burning from the prolonged lack of time without oxygen. Despite this, his touch became delicate in your hair, helping you back onto the couch and finally letting Dmitry and Rodion touch you again. But it was only the beginning, as you pushed Rodion on his back under the amused gaze of the others, as Rodion groaned in annoyance and murmured some curses behind gritted teeth, not that you cared anyway. You waited for him as he put a condom on before straddling him and lowering yourself on his length, a breathed moan escaping your lips once he was fully inside. At the sight, Dmitry couldn’t hold back anymore, his fingers traveling down your spine, his pupils wide as he looked at the way you took control of your thrusts, your hips bucking steadily as Rodion moaned under your stimulation.

He groaned as Nikto walked towards him, grabbing his wrists once he was close enough, his member slowly hardening again as he held Rodion, his chest heaving under the torture you and Nikto were subjecting him. Dmitry touched you from behind, his hand placed on your hips as he guided your movements, grinning at the mess Rodion was becoming, with droplets of sweat from his brows and his hair sticking to his forehead. The more you bounced up and down, the more you could feel his length throbbing against your walls, his orgasm followed by a whimper that made Nikto chuckle at his submission.

But Dmitry had other plans, pulling you up and letting Rodion regain his breath alone, holding your arms behind your back and spreading your legs. The grip of his hands was firm, his shaft from behind probing and your puffy lips, hearing him groaning at the way your walls squeezed him tight. Your heart leaped in your throat as Nikto positioned himself in front of you, pulling you upright as you met his gaze: he was enjoying every moment, your gasps filling the room when he tried to enter your slick hole, your hands grabbing his shirt as your jaw fell slack at the stretch your walls were forced to endure.

“Relax, dorogaya,” Nikto’s voice was so far away as you tucked your head under the crook of his neck, even feeling the blood pumping in your ears as your legs trembled from the strain your pussy was enduring. “You can take us both. I know you can.”

Dmitry reached from behind, his hand sneaking to your swollen clit to help you relax, rubbing circles with two fingers as Nikto managed to slip inside, your walls squeezing them at every heartbeat. And when they started to move and alternate each thrust you almost thought you were going to lose your mind, the pain of being stretched so open mixing with the arousal coursing inside your veins turning into a dangerous blend, gasping for oxygen as their hips slapped against your skin, the sound echoing around the room almost in a pornographic way.

“You look even better like this, all red and moaning for us,” Dmitry murmured at your ear, the breath on your ear making you shiver, a whimper escaping your throat. A slap on your left ass cheek made you jump in surprise. “How many times you dreamed about this, mh?”

You mumbled something incoherently, hiding your face in Nikto’s neck as you struggled to hold your orgasm. Your mind was empty except for the pleasure, your wetness drenching both of their cocks as they thrusted inside you mercilessly, amused by your reaction. Everything that came after happened in a blur, your hands grabbing Nikto’s shoulders like a lifeline as your body trembled like a leaf, coming around them and milking both of them for all they were worth. That’s when you closed your eyes and leaned against your boyfriend, your consciousness hanging on a thread.

“That was incredible,” Rodion muttered: he was still sprawled over the couch, his stamina long gone after his orgasm. Nikto glared at him in silence, fixing the blanket over your body that still leaned on him. Your weight wasn’t a problem for him, his gloved hand tracing pattern on the soft skin of your thighs as he controlled you for the umpteenth time in a row. “She’ll be fine, right?”

“Well, she had a safe word.” Dmitry stated matter-of-factly, fixing his sweatpants before giving a quick glance over you, his features softening as he looked at your flushed face.

The rest of their words blurred with the rhythm of you heavy breathing, falling into a light slumber until the voices died down, silence filling the room. Only when your eyes fluttered open you noticed that Nikto took you to his room, holding you a bit more tightly, his strong arm around your slumped shoulders. His other arm stretched to grab something next to him, unscrewing the cap of the bottle before nudging it to your dried lips, humming at the relief it gave on your sore throat.

“You told me you were going to fuck my brain out, not my soul—” He grinned at your words, playfully pinching your inner thighs with his fingers, making you jump in surprise.

“Just rest, lyubimaya moya.” You rolled your eyes, but you gladly leaned against his chest to rest a bit more, his touch soothing your strained muscles until you fell asleep again, knowing that you’ll never forget this Christmas break.

[balejail]

Sigh's softly while slowly crossing his own arms with frustration and also confusion.

"what am I gonna do with all these guns when I don't even have to do anything with these..probably shoot targets..but mission's are over today.."

[vasyandii]

COD Alignment Charts

But its 4 am and the Allegiance operators because I only care abt them

Are alignment charts even still in? Idk

[kommandokawaii]

A gift for you - a birthday card you can print for your friends and family!

The theme is the very beginning of my Instagram project - Early 2023. CoD fans from all over the world, feel free to check it out 😊

If you need a better version of the image (.PNG), you only need to ask!

[styxmoonlight]

I'm sorry but change my mind 😭

[quimera-cami]

Request: Spetsnaz team baking something sweet.

[bred-49]

Never wrote anything here, my acc is totally blank so…. should I start doing anything??

I found it’s unfair that there’s so little content about infamous operators, I personally really like allegiance and chimera, but even Nikto and Krueger who are rather popular in cod fandom barely have active fans, you know? So any other characters like Atom or Iskra out of question.

I understand that a huge part of community are funs of ghost and Konig who don’t really give fuck about Yegor or Bale (and I can’t criticise them for doing what they like), but I love these characters with all my slavic soul, and that’s why I’d wanted to start writing something myself. It’s not that I appreciate only wz2 with allegiance and chimera, but- uhhh. Well I’m a little tired of the same old things in my tumblr, I believe there are some other people who think that way too, so I’d like to do something for them. Right now I have a couple of ideas on short fics with Krueger, D. Bale and Gromsko. If you’re interested give me a like or leave a comment, please??

[elias243499]

Damn guys, I decided to write my own headcanon. This is the first time, so don't judge strictly)

Headcanon of Dmitry Bale(I love him, we are both Russian )

•He's a good leader, but a little shy (so he always wears a mask)

•He has a strong build, is 6'1 ft tall and weighs 200 ibs.But he doesn't look as fit as Mino.

•A lover of food, yes this guy loves food🍗

•He's a damn good hand-to-hand fighter, and he also knocks out the enemy with a blow to the forehead

•While he was being treated, he played games (I think they were strategies, maybe WoW)

•He is often sad, but he will hide it

•He loves his brother Maxim (Minotaur) very much, always waiting for his support 🫂

•He loved the girl very much, but she left him, he clearly needs a woman's affection👩‍❤️‍👨

•He is a loyal, reliable friend

•Dislikes cold, more Russian summer🥶☀️

•He is very vulnerable, do not try to offend him-_-

•He likes English bulldogs, he looks like these dogs

• He likes working with operatives from other countries,especially with the Ghost💀

Return it to Warzone 2.0.Please put a like, if it's not difficult, and write a comment whose headcannon I still have to do:)