#modern warfare 2 2022

[jesterlav]

Simon “Ghost” Riley in Modern Warfare 2 (2022)

Another Ghost dump for the horn dogs and casual ghost enjoyers on tumblr.

im playing on veteran now for my second playthrough and i just cant stop grabbing screenshots so have some more. <3

[starrynights-and-rainyfanarts]

When I can't sleep, I listen to true crime podcasts and draw this idiot in love over and over and over again. ♥ ♥

[wanderingsoul6261]

Captain Price x Reader

Credit to the original owner of this gif, I got the gif off Google, but if the original owner let's me know it belongs to them, they will be credited appropriately.

Description: during a strong storm, their house loses power. Price and Y/N settle for some takeout and cuddles on the couch.

Likely not the greatest peice that I have written, but I have struggled for a few days with this and have decided to just make it the best I can. Damn writers block.

This man in this gif though. 😫 this man could gladly have all of me.

Warnings: none.

Y/N was in the process of getting dinner started when the power went out. The two had almost expected it, with how bad the storm outside was raging. They looked up and around, suddenly tense.

"John?" They waited for several moments with no response. "John?" They moved away from the countertop, trying to find him with the little bit of moonlight that was coming through the windows of the house.

Cars outside still drove through the neighborhood, being the only other noise other than the rain hitting the roof and the wind roaring outside.

"I'm here, love." They turned their head and saw him emerging from the hallway, a small box in his hands. "Candles." He said. Y/N joined him in the kitchen, watching as he started to light some of the candles.

"We don't have much of them. But I figured we can put what candles we do have in more important rooms. Kitchen, our bedroom, bathroom, so on." Y/N nodded, agreeing with him. They rested a hand on the mid section of his back, pressed a kiss to his cheek, and grabbed two candles to start dispersing them around the house.

Once it was done, the two met back in the kitchen.

"Now the problem we have is dinner."  Y/N brought up, sitting at the island counter. Price leaned against it, glancing over at the gathered ingredients, put on the counter courtesy of Y/N, so that they could start dinner.

"I can go grab takeout." He said. "Chinese?" Price asked. Y/N let out a hum.

"What about the sandwich shop down the street?" They asked. Price smiled and nodded.

"What do you want?" He asked.

"Surprise me. You can never go wrong with any of their sandwiches there." Y/N explained. Price nodded again, leaning forward to press a kiss to their lips.

"Okay. I'll be back." He walked over to the front door, pulling on his shoes and throwing a jacket on. Y/N could hear the jingle of keys as they leaned against the wall.

"Try not to get too soaked out there."

"There's been worse." He jokes. Price walked back over to them, rested his hands on their cheeks and pressed a kiss to their forehead. "I'll be back before you know it." Y/N gave him a smile as they watched him leave.

Once he was gone, Y/N was left in silence. They out a sigh through their nose. Turning around, they slowly made their way to the room that they shared with John. The book that they had been reading sat on their night stand a with a quick fumble through their nightstand drawer allowed them to find their book light.

When Price came back, Y/N was on the living room couch, reading their book. However, when they noticed that he was back, they closed their book and set it on the coffee table.

"Welcome back to the land of darkness." Y/n joked. Price chuckled, kicking off his shoes and walking over to take a seat next to them. He fished their sandwich out of the bag, passing it to them. Y/N murmured a "thank you". The two ate in silence, just relishing in the company of each other. It was the quiet moments that the two typically enjoyed.

When they had finished, Price ended up laying against the arm of the couch. Y/N laid against his chest. Other than the sound of the rain and the roaring of the wind, the only other thing Y/N could hear was the gentle lull of Price's heartbeat. His hands slowly carded through their hair. The two of them stayed quiet, and Y/N was so quiet that Price thought that they had fallen asleep.

"Love?" A soft Hum rumbled against Price's chest, telling him that they were awake.

"Thought you were sleeping." He said quietly.

"Not yet." They answered. After several more moments, they spoke again. "Can you read to me?"

"You want me to read to you?" He asked. They moved their head against their chest. Price could only let out a small chuckle as he spotted their book on the coffee with table. "Why?"

"I like the sound of your voice." Y/N mumbled, half asleep. A small smile adorned his face as he started to read their book. It didn't take long for Y/N to fall asleep once he started reading, and he realized, Price put the book back on the coffee table. He grabbed the blanket from the back of the couch and draped it over the two of them. His arms rested gently on their back and closed his eyes, urging himself to fall asleep.

[ghuleh-art]

johnny boy

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[fuckin-brits]

Ghost, angrily presses Soap against a wall: WHERE’S THE MONEY?!

Soap: …

Soap: Are we about to kiss-

[fanficsforheartandsoul]

You’re Somebody Else | Ghost x Fem!Reader | Prologue

Update: I split the prologue because I feel like the pacing fits better if it’s split into two parts.

Note: This is based on a request which I changed a bit since I did not play any other Call of Duty game besides Modern Warfare 2 (2022). I did a bit of research tho for the older games so I hope it’s not complete bullshit that I’m pulling out of my ass, also related to the military stuff xD 

Thank you for this first request of my current favorite character :)) 

Also a warning, this series will be angsty as hell but I’m not planning to make it very long, as I learned my lesson with a certain witcher fic xD 

This fic has religious undertones at least in this part, I hope I don’t make anyone uncomfortable with this. I grew up Christian (tho I’m an atheist now) and I thought a bit about how I would react if I was suddenly in a parallel universe where I and several other people are supposed to be dead.

Warnings: Death, Mentions of Gore, Angst, COD Typical Violence, Mentions of Original Characters, Mention of Religion and Hell, Inaccurate Depiction of Medical Stuff, Injuries and prolly Military, Transmigration (lol)

Summary:  You watched him die and yet he’s somehow still alive. You’re certain that you’ve died too and yet you’re still kicking. Is this a message from the universe? A second chance to make things right? To confess? You want to believe it but you quickly realize that he’s not the same man you knew and loved. Yet your heart is fluttering when he touches you. Can you love this new version of him?

Word Count: 1.2k

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Part I, Part II, Part III, ...

“Fucking hell, there’s so many of ‘em!”

Lynx fires her rifle next to you and you do the same, feeling the recoil on your shoulder. You only waste a millisecond to check if your target is actually hit and then immediately focus on the next enemy. 

Below your position the LZ is hot and the hill on the other side is bombarded with mortars. 

You know it’s hell down there and yet you wish you were between those trees instead of the elevated bush area from where you currently provide cover fire. 

He is there and in this very moment you want to be by his side. No matter the heavy gunfire. 

“You still see them?!” your partner asks from your right, and you affirm her question as you kill another hostile. 

Roach and Ghost are steadily moving forward in between the onslaught of Russian soldiers and growing relief trickles through your veins with every step they take. 

But then they run out of the tree line and before either of you can react, a mortar shell explodes right in front of them, and Roach is sent flying. 

“No, fuck, NO!” Lynx yelps and the panic in her voice is earth-shattering. 

“He’s not dead, Anna!” you shout and grab her by the shoulder, stopping her from standing up. She bites her lips but thankfully remains on the ground, just inching a bit forward, desperate to spot her lover alive. 

You pray that your words are true and thank fuck they are; seconds later Ghost drags a shooting Roach away from the trees and the red flare that the masked man popped for Thunder-Two-One. 

“Jesus Christ”, you hear the woman beside you whisper, “I’ll beat his ass when we’re back home!” 

A nervous bubbly laugh escapes you and you hope that you all can return to base safe and in one piece. 

“Move, Ghost! We’ll cover you!” you speak into your mic. 

His voice rings through your earbud “copy that, Nomad!” and you breathe out shakily. Yeah, everything will be fine. 

With your eyes you watch how Thunder-Two-One sends a merciless spray of machine gun fire into the tree line, but you can’t see beyond the smoke and instead focus your scope on the few enemy soldiers that emerge from the grey fog. You take them out one by one. 

You’re about to send another bullet into an approaching hostile when your radio crackles. 

“Gold Eagle is on the ground. Watch for snipers on thermal, over.” 

Lynx makes a noise beside you. “Isn’t it just us and Adle-“ 

Blood suddenly sprays and you blink. Your lips taste iron, your right eye is watering and with one glance to your right the sounds of the battlefield all turn into white noise. 

Instinctively you press yourself against the grass, your left cheek touches the damp ground and with wide eyes you stare at Anna’s unmoving body. Your partner is dead. Shot in the head. 

Based on the whizz of the bullet and the spray of blood that hit you it must have been a sniper who killed her. For a second you think the Russians sneaked up on you, but then you remember the words through the radio; Watch for snipers… 

Realization trickles through your veins. Someone must have betrayed you. 

Your heart sinks and within a millisecond you make a decision. 

You roll to your left, gripping your rifle tightly and a bullet passes overhead, barely missing your shoulder. But it did miss and you’re rolling down the side of the hill. 

The tumble returns your ability to hear, and the sound of the helicopters combined with your racing heartbeat is deafening. 

The small incline of your hiding place saved your life for now and although you know deep down that your luck probably won’t last, you are thankful in this very moment. 

Tears well up in your eyes but you rub them away with your sleeve. A red smear appears on the fabric, and you clench your jaw. Focus, you don’t have time for this right now!! 

You know that whoever killed Anna is probably relocating right now to get a good shot at you, but you don’t care. 

You need to know what’s happening to him, if he dies- 

“Ghost?! Lynx is KIA, someone cut us! Do you copy?!” 

You anxiously wait for an answer, but your radio stays silent. 

Breathing out shakily, you lift yourself from the ground and rush behind a tree to shield your right flank. The dust that is kicked up by the many helicopters, which gathered on the plain, is making it difficult for you to spot the man you’re looking for, but the big Boeing helicopter used to transport the General is a good reference point. 

You position your rifle and adjust your scope to find the heli. 

The clouds of dust are thick, but like a miracle you spot the General- leaning over Roach, Simon laying motionlessly beside them, his grey sweater showing a bloom of red as if he was shot-

Your scream is stuck in your throat, and you watch frozen as Shepherd retrieves the DSM from Gary and simply leaves while four Shadow company soldiers step forward. 

Tears well up again and this time you let them fall as the world begins to spin. 

“No, no, no, please-!” you whimper, sucking in air through your clenched teeth and without a second thought you rush forward. 

You make it about 60 meters before a bullet through your right shoulder throws you off balance and sends you straight to the ground. Hot flaming pain shoots through your body and the brute force of your crash and your rifle painfully pressing against your ribs take the air out of your lungs. 

Dazed you lift your head, heavy from the weight of your helmet, and for a moment your vision is blurry; you blink to regain focus. 

In the distance you see the soldiers clad in black, carrying Gary’s and Simon’s limp bodies to a spot without grass. They drop them like two sacks of potatoes and the pain in your heart is worse than the one of your bullet wound. 

A wail escapes your throat, and you try to lift your body from the ground, to crawl forward, but your limbs feel like lead, and you don’t have the strength to move. 

Your radio crackles and your ear bud lets Captain Price’s voice come through: “Ghost, come on, this is Price! We’re under attack by Shepherd’s men…” 

You can hear gunfire from his side and in one last effort you pull your rifle from underneath you. 

The fact that Taskforce 141- you were betrayed by your superior, the man who you considered a father figure at one point in your life, that he killed the man you loved- love… That fact stokes something inside of you and that barely gives you the strength to position your rifle. 

Weakly you watch how the Shadow company bastards douse your friends, your brothers, the ones you love with gasoline and Shepherd’s plan dawns on you. Bile rises in your throat and you sob through clenched teeth.

You place your finger on the trigger but in the end, you don’t get the chance to pull it. 

The general casually drops his cigar and Gary’s and Simon’s corpses go up in flames right as a bullet enters the back of your head.

[modernwarfared]

[pl4ygrrrl]

hi hello i’m back with another one of these as requested :3

this one feels dangerous rip ghosts nerves lmao

[tragicallyham]

Hi I'm new here but I made an angsty GhostSoap playlist that absolutely no one asked for but I'm proud of anyways 🤲

Feel free to share if you enjoy it!

[princessfishy]

Ghost fucks the whole squad obviously

Soft Ghost >>>> Toned Ghost, 

I know Ive only posted Ghost rn but like im lazy and he is not my fav </3 

he should keep the mask on and shut up.

//do not my art

[chicken-blitz13]

im so sorry i’m a shit artist, this took like 5 hrs or something based on this funky image

[jesterlav]

Alejandro Vargas & Johnny MacTavish in Modern Warfare 2 (2022)

They are maybe my favourites in this campaign… just maybe.

[itsclovhere]

OH MY GOD-

Call of Duty: Modern Warfare lll has been revealed officially and is coming out this November 10! 🎉

So far, the reveal trailer looks really good! But I'd noticed a few things:

In the beginning, you could hear a phone vibrating, which I may assume is what we saw in the post-end credit scene with someone on the plane taking out a phone, showing us an "M," and then them replying, "No Russia." OR. OR. Makarov calling.

Sounds of guns being built or reloading?

Unknown numbers

A skull of a snake and a sword (symbolizing the Konni Group)

You could also see Price's face showing up, then hearing one of his lines from the last mission scene (at the bar) when he clinks his drink with Laswell's. "For cutting heads off of snakes." Even mentioning to Laswell the photo she shows of Makarov. "He's not new."

In the end, seeing a bit of a glimpse of Makarov's face, including one of Makarov's lines: "Never bury you're enemies alive."

I’m a few hours late, but GOD, I ALMOST FELL OUT OF MY CHAIR OF GETTING THE NOTIFICATION! LMAO 😂

[starrynights-and-rainyfanarts]

I drew this tiny Soap after playing the Alone mission and since then I've been in love with his silly little face. He's so brave and handsome. Look at him! ♥ 💙

[ghuleh-art]

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𝕾𝖎𝖒𝖔𝖓 “𝕲𝖍𝖔𝖘𝖙” 𝕽𝖎𝖑𝖊𝖞

[fuckin-brits]

Ghost: Coca Cola can remove rust from metal, imagine what it’s doing to your body.

Soap: Pffft, getting rid of the rust, idiot.

Ghost: THAT’S NOT HOW IT WORKS!

Gaz: Hmm…I’ve been drinking soda and my body’s rust free…not sure where you’re getting your facts from….