#felix cod

[notasolidone]

Sevati Dumas and Felix Neumann - Call of Duty B06 fanart

I hate drawing hands.

[h-a-unted]

Let him cook.

[imjustsocute]

Voice in my head: “You love COD characters and cute hairstyle. So why don’t you combine them together?”

[pampanope]

Feeeeeeeeeeeeelix

[qwimblenorrisstan]

DriftWood Masterlist

Series Summary: After finding you in an abandoned town 10 miles down the road from the house Sevati, Felix, Marshall, Woods, Case and Adler are staying in, she hides you away, not knowing how the rest of the team would react. However, as tensions grow higher and missions become increasingly dangerous, you can’t stay hidden forever.

Characters: Sevati Dumas, Felix Neumann, Frank Woods, Russel Adler, Troy Marshall, William “Case”Calderon, David Mason, Alex Mason, more to come… (all platonic relationships)

System:

DriftWood is a “choose your own adventure” style writing, where you will be shown images of in-game locations and be given options to choose. Choosing these options can lead to different “endings” or interactions with different characters.

Different icons next to choices mean different things.

Example—>

The arrow icon means that by choosing this option you are moving ahead to the next “main chapter” and skipping all other options. If you do this, I advise sticking with your decision in order to lessen confusion.

Example

No icon means that this is simply a choice to branch off of, it is not going ahead to the main story. This can lead to deaths (endings), consequences, achievements, gaining something in your inventory, etc.

Example: {ACHIEVEMENT UNLOCKED:_____}

Certain actions will make you unlock “achievements” which is what makes each ending different. The more achievements you can/do unlock, some choices will require certain achievements to access in order for the story to make sense. The achievements required will be listed for future choices.

If you have already made a choice, then to prevent confusion I advise not going back and getting an achievement just because you want to.

Inventory System:

Throughout the game, certain choices may give you certain things, or you may choose to collect things throughout the story. Your “inventory” doesn’t have any limits and you can carry whatever you want, but there can be consequences for being caught with some items. Be mindful of what you have.

More may be added to the list as the story progresses.

If you see something that looks interactable, or you want a closeup picture of it or maybe have it added into the story, just shoot me an ask or DM me and I’ll probably add it if it isn’t too difficult. (This goes for concepts as well, if something doesn’t take up a huge amount of time, I might add it in for fun like spin-offs, etc)

There will be BO6 Campaign spoilers eventually, as the story begins from Sevati’s perspective of the beginning of the “Hunting Season” mission. Everything I make into my story might not be perfectly canon, but I’ll try to stick to it.

However, you do not have to play the games to understand. All lore will be explained in the story, as the reader starts of from a perspective of not knowing anything. You can read this even if you just interact with the fandom, it should mostly make sense.

Most importantly have fun!! I’m just experimenting with this because I think it would be fun to make, be sure to give me feedback if you want<3

Masterlist

Main Chapter 1: Hidden

Branch: Investigate your Surroundings

Branch: Listen to the Tape

Branch: Go through the door on your left

Branch: Read the folder

Branch: Read the paper on the clipboard.

Branch: Take the wrench

Branch: Fix the Boiler

Branch: Option A

Branch: Option B

Branch: Option C

Branch: Try to pry the door open

Branch: Use the wrench

Branch: Don’t use the wrench

Main Chapter 2: Desperation

Branch: Hide behind the boiler

Branch: Stay downstairs

Branch: Hide in the small area under the stairs

[edenkyubiko]

CHAD FELIX

Something that I created for @pampanope

A glorious idea that happened in the discord server

I decided I needed to share it with the world

[aubris-fox]

"ship so rare it only has a hundered fics" bitch the ship i just went to read about has ONE FANFICTION. ON AO3.

[yanderestarangel]

Howdy Lorenzo! I was wondering if you could do some headcanons about Felix, Troy and Adler, I just played the campaign and I'm just : 🥵🥵

HEADCANONS BO6 – FELIX NEUMANN, TROY MARSHALL, ADLER RUSSELL

♡⁠┊TW: face sitting, eat out, rough sex, penetration, blowjobs, afab reader, praise kink unstable relationship, degradation, fingering, 69, spoilers, porn plot, etc.

♡⁠ 𝒇𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒙 𝒏𝒆𝒖𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒏 ♡⁠

This man really has two sides, firstly he will obviously try to be a gentleman and treat you like royalty or as if he is afraid to touch you and break you in some way. The first few times you two have sex are really focused on Felix making you cum first, often he'll just eat you out or make you sit on his face while he uses his fingers to play with your clit, showering you with compliments and often a few words coming out in German because he's too excited to formulate a sentence in English.

He'll make you cum so hard you won't even be able to stand up from all the shaking – Neumann is the kind of man who will go to great lengths to make you squirt and leave you relaxed enough to stop thinking about your problems, especially if the two of you are on a mission together.

He likes to tell you how beautiful and radiant you are with every move you make in bed, his hands will grip your waist while his blue eyes stare at your breasts that swing with every deep thrust of his cock into your cunt. "Fuck... Those are the most beautiful tits I've ever seen, schatz..." the older blond would praise you while making you tremble with his touch, the combination of his cock penetrating you with his fingers on your clit was enough to make you cum before him, and then he would be able to cum without the weight of the conscience of "using" you.

However, he has a very dominant side and when he is stressed and loses control, he cannot maintain his pacifist and oakish appearance, making you even surprised by the change of personality he can have.

The German will fuck you and maneuver you like a rag doll around the room, changing positions every time you are going to cum just to take his cock out and hold your face, staring into your eyes. "Haven't you heard yet, you little whore? You're only going to cum when I tell you to."

He will bite you, mark you, cum on your face and will act like everything but the gentleman he is when he is in his normal state. He would growl, his hips snapping forward, fucking you harder and harder. His cock would be throbbing inside you, his balls slapping against your ass with each stroke. He then leaned forward, his teeth sinking into his shoulder, biting down hard enough to leave a mark.

"Holy Fuck... I'm gonna fill this tight little pussy with my cum... Gonna breed you like the little whore you are..." He then pulled out, his cock throbbing in his hand as he stroked, aiming for your pussy. He then came, his hot cum shooting out of his cock and landing on your pussy, coating your folds and clit with his thick seed.

"Mmm... That's it... Take my cum inside you... Let it fill you up..." He would purr, his fingers continuing to push his cum deeper into your pussy, making sure you were well filled with his seed.

However, after the moment of excitement and lust has passed, he will make sure you are okay and apologize if he was too rough, cleaning you up and kissing every mark he made – hugging you softly while wiping his cum off you with a wet tissue. "Rest, süsser... When you wake up I'll cook your favorite dish ok?"

♡⁠ 𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒚 𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒍𝒍 ♡⁠

Troy is initially much more distant and casual, putting up a barrier between the two of you because of his trauma with Jane and the lack of trust he has begun to feel toward others. He may be less vocal and simply enjoy your moans; small compliments may come from him occasionally, but nothing too affectionate if the two of you are nothing more than casual partners.

One of the most frequent things he'd say at first, and the closest he’d come to real affection, would be, "Fuck, babe, you're squeezing my dick so hard..." Marshall will only start showing you extra affection once you prove yourself trustworthy and demonstrate that you care about his feelings.

He enjoys doing 69 with you, but you’ll only reach that level of intimacy after earning it; before, he’d insisted that oral sex was too intimate for just 'friends with benefits.'

Troy’s mustache tickles a little, creating a unique friction against you, but he’ll make sure you get used to it and not think about it too much – especially since the combination of his tongue on your clit and you choking on his dick is enough to make your mind go blank. He'll still be dominant, but not like before. He’ll make you take your time, not rushing you or forcing his cock down your throat, and he’ll start to open up more to compliments.

"You're doing great, baby... You're fucking beautiful. Just take your time, okay?" Marshall would say calmly as he slid two fingers inside you, his tongue working in tandem to bring you to orgasm. This marked an evolution from the first meaningless encounters you had; it was no longer just a transition but a real feeling of making each other feel good.

He'll make you ride his cock after the second time he sees you cum on his fingers. You'll be sensitive enough for him to feel your walls squeezing him tightly, as if milking him was the only thing you knew how to do.

The previously degrading nicknames are now replaced by a mix of soft compliments. "That's it, little whore... You look so beautiful with my cock in that gorgeous pussy of yours. Do you hear that sound?" the taller man groans, holding your neck gently while thrusting faster, making your legs tremble. His other hand grips your waist, keeping you from falling, even though you barely feel your toes touching the wooden floor anymore.

"Hear that? You're dripping—uh, fuck, hot as fuck." He growls softly, giving your ass a slap before pulling his cock out of your wet heat and giving gentle taps on the outside of your pussy, prolonging your orgasm even more. He kisses you softly on the cheek, smiling smugly into your neck, though there’s a hint of affection there. "So desperate to cum, sweetheart? Use your words, and maybe I'll let you."

After finishing inside you, he cleans you up and offers one of his shirts to cover yourself. It’s rare, but sometimes he likes to share his bed with you. "Lie here; don’t worry, I'll be here when you wake up."

♡⁠ 𝒂𝒅𝒍𝒆𝒓 𝒓𝒖𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒍 ♡⁠

This old mf disappeared and came back into your arms as if nothing had happened, but he's so homesick and stressed that your reunion will be him burying himself as deep as he can inside you.

After some arguing and him trying to apologize, he decides the best way to make it up to you is by fucking the frustration out of both of you. He drags you to an empty spot in the tower, far enough that Woods won’t have his afternoon nap interrupted by your moans. You try to resist, still upset about his sudden disappearance, but honestly, he loves it when you get feisty, when you try to push him away. It only makes him want you more.

"Shut up and take it, angel face." Russell growls in your ear as he sits you on his lap, pulling down your pants and spreading your thighs wide. He slips two fingers into your mouth for you to suck, then pulls them out and slides them into your pussy without warning. You feel filled by his thick digits—a bold move that makes you whimper—but he finally manages to make you stay quiet. "Oh fuck... You want me to stay right here, between these pretty legs, fucking this sweet pussy until you're a sobbing, shaking mess... Don't you?"

He makes you stand up just to have the pleasure of pressing you roughly against the wall, forcing you to stick your ass up for him. He spanks your sensitive flesh, watching you tremble and wet his fingers even more, like a bitch in heat. He bites your neck, leaving hickeys on your skin. "You missed this as much as I did... I know you did. Fuck, you're such a whore, aren't you? I don’t know how I had the courage to let you loose without my eyes on you all this time."

"One more, baby. Give me one more orgasm before I fuck this tight little cunt with my cock." His fingers never stopping their relentless assault on your pussy. He could feel you getting close again, your walls fluttering around his fingers, your juices dripping down his hand; When you finally came, he’d give you another slap, and before your knees could go weak, the older man quickly removed his pants, exposing his cock leaking pre-cum.

He easily lifts you, placing you in a full nelson position, with your back pressed against his chest and your legs wrapped around his waist. The head of his cock teases your entrance, and with one quick thrust, he buries himself inside you, stretching and filling you completely. "I found my paradise in the infernal heat of your beautiful pussy..."

He wouldn't stop until he made you squirt and be soft from cumming so much, he knew he had messed up with you but he couldn't deny the satisfaction of seeing you trembling and not even being able to formulate a complete sentence because his cock was kissing your cervix with each thrust.

Adler would groan hoarsely, kissing your face as his hips snapped forward, fucking you harder and harder. He could feel his balls slapping against your clit with each thrust, increasing the pleasure coursing through your body.

"You don't look so tough now, huh? Are you sure you don't want to forgive me?" He fucked you even harder, making you feel that warm sensation in your stomach as he finally made you cum all over his cock—and cum inside your cunt, too. He kept his cock buried inside you until it softened and came out on its own, making you drip his cum onto the floor. The older man would sit you down on the couch and lower himself onto your thighs, looking at your spent pussy. "We're not done yet. I'll only stop fucking you when you forget how much I hurt you, no matter how long that takes."

And well... it would be long hours.

[girlfcker]

my beautiful girlfriend and my other beautiful but more evil girlfriend

[kingscanyon]

SEVATI "SEV" DUMAS & FELIX NEUMANN call of duty: black ops 6 (2024)

bonus:

[h-a-unted]

Case saves Felix + blow the bridge

[pyxis-stellae]

I made more >:)

[felixeis003]

Good Luck Kiss ;))

[qwimblenorrisstan]

DriftWood | BO6 & Reader

Main Chapter 1: Hidden

Chapter Summary: After Sevati found you, hidden in a rustic abandoned town down the road from the house her, Adler, Marshall, Case, Felix and Woods are sharing, you convince her to take you in. You must stay hidden, as she isn’t sure how the rest of the squad would react to you.

Warnings: Blood, injury, lighter, mentions of hypothermia, homelessness, nothing too bad

Word Count: ~ 2.6k

A/N: it’s here!! this is a point click sort of adventure, where there are visuals provided from the in-game house and you can choose what to investigate and do, choices will impact your “ending” or may give you certain endings. I’m trying to keep this series where you don’t need to have played the game to read this, but there are Easter eggs for those who have played the game. the reader is gender neutral but described to be around 12, anywhere within that age range.

Read this! It explains the system of this story. You will be confused if you don’t read it.

Series Masterlist

Sevati Dumas was freezing her ass off and did not care a single bit.

Everyone else, except Woods obviously, got to go run around the desert in Iraq while she was stuck here with an insufferable old bastard and a tech genius lacking any social skills?

All because of Marshall’s idiotic reasoning she hardly understood anyway.

She lived for violence. The adrenaline rush through her veins as she fired bullets or took down a target, the thrill of the hunt, the prospect of revenge was all she was here for. And her paycheck of course.

But to be held back just by him?

It made a different kind of fury boil in her veins, threatening to spill out if she didn’t reign her tongue in or check herself back. Marshall had the weight of the world on his shoulders right now, and a petty argument wouldn’t help.

Her boots crunched in the snow as she practically stomped down the little path that had led from the house down, and she was planning to go as far as she could without getting hypothermia. Or maybe getting it just to spite Marshall and his “manly” concern.

It was late October already, the New Year approaching quickly and threatening to overtake them. Late October meant wintertime in Bulgaria, apparently, as snowflakes fell in thick clouds, the wind pushing them around as it whipped against her.

The cold bit harshly at her hands until she shoved them in her pockets, continuing her walk down the hill-like land despite her visibility harshly going down every minute that passed. There was a thin layer of ice underneath the snow, from where the first layer had been, before being melted and frozen yet again.

And surely enough, as she took yet another angry step forwards, her shoe didn’t dig into the ice enough to stop her leg from slipping forward, and her ass from harshly slamming against the ice before her disorderly descent down the land began.

Twigs tangled in her clothing from nearby ice-covered trees, her hitting a few tree stumps on her way down, not to mention the occasional sharp rock between the snow, until with a final quick roll her head was slammed into something very solid, the back of her head had a warm substance slowly covering it, and her vision went black.

~

You’d heard the thud even from a distance, trekking through the Bulgarian wilderness wasn’t the most comforting experience, so you’d assumed it was an animal and promptly hid behind a frosty log.

However, when you heard no other footsteps in at least 10 minutes, or what you had assumed was 10 minutes, you figured it was safe to go investigate. A quick trip out from the little abandoned town you’d been staying in led you to a large rock, and more interesting than that, a woman lying passed out on it.

At first, you’d thought that it must’ve been someone drunk or a lost hiker, as you didn’t know why anyone would be out here so late, and by themselves as well.

Other than yourself.

You grabbed a stick from the crunchy snow, giving her s few pokes with it, and seeing she wasn’t moving. Carefully approaching, you gave her another little shove, and her head fell from the rock, revealing her very much bleeding head.

You hadn’t exactly been trained in first aid, but you knew an injury to the back of the head definitely wasn’t good. And maybe out of the kindness of your heart or a desire for anyone else to talk to other than yourself, you grabbed her, hooking your arms under and around her armpits, and started pulling.

She wasn’t light by any means.

Digging the heels of your shoes into the ground, you yanked her over and over, until finally her body started sliding a bit easier in the snow, and you pulled her to the little town that wasn’t far away. It might’ve just been adrenaline alone helping you pull her at that point.

The wind whistled by, buildings groaning as they were hit by it, resisting despite their feeble walls. The house you’d been living out of was one of the few ones to not be a pile of rubble, even then you’d had to use leftover scraps from garage doors to cover openings so the wind didn’t blow in. It kept the wind out.

Mostly.

A little trail of blood coated the snow from where you’d dragged her, but some snow had melted on impact with the warmth of her body, leaving her wound a bit cleaner than before.

Her clothing was torn in a few places, whether from a struggle or not.

Once inside the broken down house, you flipped her onto her stomach, taking a handful of snow and pressing it to the back of her head, wiping it away a few minutes later, and peering closer at the injury.

It didn’t look as bad as you’d originally thought it would be. Just a shallow cut from where she must’ve hit the rock the wrong way.

Taking hold of her shirt beneath the jacket, which felt dry rotted to you, you ripped a piece off and pressed it to her head, trying to keep a lot of pressure. It didn’t look like it would need stitches, which was a good thing, considering you didn’t have any, and even if you did, you would probably do her more harm than good.

It stopped bleeding briefly after pressing the cloth to it, and you kept it there, just in case, before checking the woman’s pockets for anything useful. Maybe an ID.

A lighter, that could work.

A few random coins.

A small tin of eye makeup?

You ended up only taking the lighter, as it was better than nothing.

You flicked the lid open, pressing your thumb to the little flint roller and rolling it, and after a few failed tries, the flame flickered to life, casting a small glow that reflected off of the walls.

Maybe you took your eyes off of the woman for a few moments, examining the flame, holding your hands around it one by one. You could never figure out how exactly to start a fire.

It would’ve saved you a lot of trouble your first few nights out here if you could’ve just brought some lighter fluid and some matches.

“Don’t touch that.”

A voice snapped, and as your head whipped to look at the woman, now fully conscious again, she snatched the lighter right out of your hand. She had an accent, you noted.

You wouldn’t admit it, but she’d startled you.

She was already trying to get up, her hand going to the back of her head where the cloth was when you grabbed her by the bottom of her jeans and pulled her back down. She cringed a bit when her butt hit the ground.

“You need to rest. You lost blood.”

It was a simple statement, but even the prospect of talking to someone again after what felt like years of isolation (that had only been a few days) made both anxiety and anticipation boil in your gut.

She raised a brow at you, not so much doubting your statement, just doubting you.

“It is not my first time losing blood.”

You raised an eyebrow at that, and the silent staring match started again.

After a minute or two she just sighed, fingers going to rub the bridge of her nose for a moment.

“Who are you? Why am I here?”

“You were unconscious on a rock. I saved your life.”

A beat of silence. A look of realization and maybe remembering crossed her face despite you not answering her questions directly, before she spoke.

“Ah.”

She took another breath in, examining her lighter as her breath out of her nose seemed misty due to the cold.

“I appreciate your help, but I must be going.”

She moved to get up again, but your question interrupted her. Her hand was closed tightly around the lighter and its little engraved dragon on it. You hadn’t missed the initials engraved into it either, a messy, scratchy “S+P” with a heart around it.

It was clearly dear to her.

“Where?”

You asked, getting up as well, following as she moved a piece of metal and crawled out into the snow, moving to walk away.

She paid you no mind, continuing to walk even as you followed her.

“None of your business. Now shoo. You are not welcome where I am going.”

“Why not?”

She let out an annoyed breath through her nose, turning to face you.

Her grip on the lighter loosened for just a moment, and as she opened her mouth to speak, you lunged forward with both your hands and pulled her fingers off of the lighter. A glimmer of surprise crossed her face before it turned to anger as she tried to wrestle it back, failing when you used all of your body weight to yank it, your grip slipping as the lighter went flying through the snow.

“You—“

Both of you scrambled for the lighter, her lunging for it before you pulled her away by her foot, snow, and ice cracking underneath both of you.

You managed to slip your fingers around it, crawling away from her, before getting to your feet and watching as she tried to run after you, before seeing what you were doing.

You held the lighter over the edge of a little cliff in the mountain, and if you dropped it, she’d never have a chance of finding it again in this weather or climate. Not to mention it was dangerous enough to even go down a cliff when there wasn’t snow, ice, and wild animals everywhere hunting for food desperately.

“Take me with you.”

A wild, desperate thing inside you wanted to stay wherever she was. You knew you wouldn’t last much longer out here, she seemed to know that too, despite not wanting to acknowledge it.

“I have told you, it will not be welcome where I am going.”

She warned, her eyes gleaming with something dangerous as she looked at the lighter in your hand. You let your grip loosen just a bit, watching as she stiffened.

“I can stay hidden. We both know I won’t survive out here. You want a child’s blood on your hands?”

The woman paused, seeming to consider it for just a moment.

“I already have blood on my hands.”

Your stance didn’t waver, though a bit of a chill, and not from the cold, went down your spine.

You waved the lighter just a bit, and she took a step forward.

“Just take me where you’re going. I won’t be a bother.”

Her eyes narrowed momentarily as she took you in. Young. Scrappy, by the looks of it you’d been here a while. But she recognized something in your eyes, a will to survive and adapt, something she’d often seen when looking in the mirror as an orphan living on the streets of Morocco.

“Fine. But I will have the lighter.”

You shook your head at that.

“I keep it till we get there.”

You watched as she appraised you once more, before sighing and nodding.

“Fine.”

~

Sevati had been slowly peeling the cloth off from the back of her head since the trip back to the Rook had started, the blood that had caked on it having stuck it to her head almost.

She was hoping that Marshall, Adler, and Case would already be gone, running off to Iraq for their mission, by the time she got back. It would make sneaking the feral 12(?) year old she’d picked up into the house a lot easier.

Glancing over at you, she noticed that you fidgeted with the lighter a bit. You were nervous, she could tell from your body language alone.

“Why were you out here, to begin with?”

Talking might calm you down some. She didn’t need you bolting, as she felt a tad bit responsible for you, considering you had probably saved her life.

You glanced warily over at her.

“Hiking. Got split off from my family.”

Both her eyebrows raised at that. More than a hint of doubt snuck into her tone.

“Hiking in the middle of winter?”

You didn’t reply to that. You both knew that you were hiding something from her, but considering that you’d both been at each other’s throats only a few hours ago before your long walk started, she didn’t exactly want to get either of you any more aggravated or on edge.

“Why were you out here?”

She bit a sarcastic reply back down as the large house came to view in all its run-down glory.

“I needed some air.”

You gave her a look that seemed judgemental, but she honestly couldn’t care less about it, considering you were just some small child she’d picked up along the way. She wouldn’t be surprised if you had lice.

A silence enveloped the both of you once again as she approached the house, going around the back and sliding a window open. There was a room around the back you could hop into.

“Stay here, I’m going to go inside, when you hear a knock on the window you’ll be fine to come inside.”

She said, giving you a stern look until you nodded, watching as she disappeared around the corner of the house. You crouched down by the window, waiting for the knock.

~

“The hell happened to you?”

Woods. The stubborn Cold War, Vietnam and countless other things she had no clue about veteran. Stubborn as hell despite being wheelchair bound, nosy too.

But he still cared.

“I slipped.”

She answered simply, giving the man in the wheelchair a look indicating to drop it, and he held his hands up in mock surrender, going back to the binder on his desk with various papers in it.

Felix was still in the little alcove area, sitting behind the computer, working on disks and whatnot. Gathering information, most likely. Or trying to crack disks open. Their own personal tech genius.

She managed to get by him unnoticed, walking over to the room on the right side of the house, closing the door behind her, and giving the window a little knock. She saw your head pop up over the window, and opening the window despite the little squeaks it made, she watched you crawl in.

You fell into the room, cringing at the impact, and the loud sound the impact of you against the wooden floorboards had made.

“Is everything alright in there?”

Felix’s voice asked from another room in the house, his German accent heavy but voice light.

“Fine. Just slipped, had snow on my shoes.”

She yelled back, helping you off of the floor, her hand grasping yours as she pulled you up.

“Ah. Don’t get the floorboards wet, they can mold.”

Felix replied. Sevati scoffed as she led you to a hallway, then down it to the left where a set of stairs met you.

“Stay down there. I’ll bring you food soon, but stay out of sight. Understand?”

You nodded, and she was about to leave, before pausing and remembering something.

“What’s your name?”

A flicker of hesitance passed through you, before you answered, telling her your name. She nodded and gave her name.

“Sevati Dumas. That’s my name.”

And just like that, the basement door was shut behind you. You began a slow descent down the stairs, trying to predict where the wood would creak, and avoiding those spots. You were only right half the time.

The basement was cold, but not colder than outside. Your hands were already beginning to thaw, and your cold body was warming up. You peeled your wet gloves off, laying them down on a table in the middle of the room. It seemed that there were two main rooms in the basement, just a large doorway separating the two.

OPTIONS:

Examine your surroundings

Wait for Sevati to come back—>

[callmelitlesunshine]

CHRISTMAS CREW.

Merry Christmas to everyone who read this post! Wish y'all the best!🎄✨🧡

I worked with this render several days and here it is <3 Just wanted to make something with all of them, cause i feel they are all like a family now <3

The whole idea for the render came to me after a video from Karen David (Sevati) where she and the rest of the voice actors acted out a scene as their characters👀 It's on her instagram!

I also made some interesting references in the characters' sweaters!👀👀👀

Adler has bells (hehe, guess why) and cigarettes, because we all know he smokes!

On Marshall's sweater, I just made Christmas patterns and weapons refering to his work at CIA and in Rogue Team👀

On Sev's sweater, you can see a sniper rifle (after all, she works stealthily and sniper weapons are related to her methods of operation)👀

As for Woods, I assumed that he would not wear a sweater this Christmas, but would wear one of his shirts, but with a Christmas pattern!

And Felix has a sweater related to his hacking things hehe👀 Also, if you ask why Felix is ​​holding a spatula in his hands, my answer is simple - he was pulled out of the kitchen for a photo, and he was very passionate about cooking in that moment😅🧡

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