#video game fight scene

[theactioneer]

John Parrish & Ed Boon on the set of Mortal Kombat II (1993)

[2thouxand99]

dead-pool vs Dante fight sequence (marvel vs capcom 3)

[hayaku14]

gymnast kaito x sharpshooter shinichi meet-cute in the olympics au

[captainfreelance1]

Mortal Kombat Sonya Blade Behind the Scenes

While I don't play Video Games, I do appreciate the hard work of the people put into; Here we see Sonya Blade's video game actress Elizabeth Malecki work on the fight choreograpy for the character.

[robotsafari]

deep in the kingdom hearts trenches..

[the-slasher-files]

Hey hey hey~

Can I request Ghost with a gn!(or male) Reader?

Where the reader is significantly younger than him but just as cruel an the battlefield

[CALL OF DUTY]

HONEY BADGER

SIMON "GHOST" RILEY

Another pushed out request months later lol. Hope it was worth the wait and that this fight scene is coherent and a good time to read... enjoy 🤍🔪

MASTERLIST

Rubble laid beneath your feet, clad in heavy black leather. Walls ripped and torn like an open rotting carcass as the flies swarmed between the bones and viscera, but the buzzing of the helicopters above had stopped. Gun fire hushed around you, only the sound of wind between the buildings surrounded you.

"Ghost, it's quiet," You almost whispered over the radio and he answered with a sigh.

"I know,"

The gun was steady in your hands as you crouched, walking slowly, methodically, through a two-story home that had barely stood due to a blast last night. The enemy was using it as a hide out and someone had to clear the buildings. Gaining the trust of the 141 was difficult, however, you were more than eager for them to finally accept you. Yes, you were the youngest, being called "kid" and "junior", the guys getting upset that they had to "babysit". Earning your spot here was your number one goal.

Over time, the guys became your family, one mission at a time they noticed just how calm, cool and collected you had been on the field, that was until your tempter got the better of you. You moved swiftly, quietly and packed a punch, too, you were just never one to gloat.

"Kid, how copy?" The Scottish accent filled your ear.

"Buliding 200 meters left of the playground almost clear... Nothing yet," There was hesitation towards the end of your sentence as you began the slow, daunting ascension of the wooden stairs. Something felt... off.

A deep breath left your parted lips, hesitant to speak and with a shake to your breath, only one man noticed. Picking up on such subtleties was his specialty, from friends to regular citizens.

"Kid, I'm coming to you. Stay there." A deep rasp settled over your coms, gritting your teeth at the overuse of the nickname and natural over seeing nature of your superior.

"Ghost, I got this,"

Shaking your head, you steeled yourself, allowing the nerves to wash away and your adrenaline coat you in a thick armor. Calm confidence pulled you forward but you weren't cocky, looking for trip wires, shadows, and listening for anything that might come your way. Turning quickly around the wall to your right as the top step, there was no time to react as a bullet flew inches past your skull with a cracking sound of open fire.

"Fuck!"

Your brain tried to move faster than the bullets, gathering as much information while trying to move hastily. 1,2,3,4,5 you counted in your head. At least 5 men were up here with you, waiting like cowards to pick your team off one by one.

"Fuck! Ghost!... ugh 5 men!" You shouted over the gunfire and into the static of the radio, you were just hoping he was close in case shit went sideways.

Without thought, you moved. Reaching for the first man to your right and drawing the blade that clung to your thigh, driving deep between the bones of his ribcage as your elbow came up to his face. The blood from his nose smeared on you but he dropped the gun and was quickly becoming dead weight within your arms. Snapping your head up at the gunfire directly in front of you, the man you held, dying to your hands had to be your human shield in a quick burst of adrenaline. Rushing forward with the body, you pulled your pistol, resting your wrist for aim and control on the man you held before dropping 2 bodies instantly, headshots.

Shuffling into the bedroom at the end of the hallway, you allowed yourself a bated breath. Hearing Soap and Gaz on the radios, they were too far away still and Ghost was silent. You were on your own. Swallowing with a moment to close your eyes, it was ripped away just as fast, opening at a cracking gunshot that echoed; It bounced louder, reverberating off not just the building you were in but the ones that surrounded you, and it broke the glass that had not been yet shattered.

"They have a sniper!" You panted, listening and tucking into the bathroom. Another one hit, "Sniper, north side... Northeast" you corrected yourself, letting your training come in handy in locating a gunshot.

"Kid, kid... get out of there!" Soap yelled in worry "I'm on em—"

He was cut off as your radio line was cut. Your body moved by instinct before your mind could catch up. There was a man in the bathroom with you yielding a large hunting knife.

"Such a small one," He mocked in Russian before your boot connected with his thigh. The sound of a shattering bone crowded the small space, and he fell to his knees, spitting words of vile venom and trying to lodge the knife into your leg, but you were faster. Grabbing the wrist that held the weapon, you drop-kicked the back of his arm, easily breaking it with bone violently tearing the skin and clothes now about to drip crimson. He bowed forward. He was at the perfect height. Within seconds, you delivered your heel to the back of the man's neck, making his face collide with brutal force against the edge of the bathroom counter, and like that, he was dead.

"Nice knife" You huffed, getting off the bathroom tiles and stealing the bowie that lay in splatters of blood.

Exiting the bathroom, you weren't sure if the sniper was handled so you clung to the walls and shadows.

"Is the sniper still active?.... Soap?... fuck, how copy?"

"Echo 3-1, is the sniper still active? I need a read!"

"Ghost, how copy?!"

Each question you asked fell on deaf ears, growing more desperate as you could hear more soldiers flooding up the stairs. "Fuck"

A trickle of blood gathered at your brow and you wiped it away, unsure if it was yours or the enemies, calming the frayed nerves that sparked like wildfire you tried to breathe. You were not going to live if you did not calm yourself, the best had taught you that. His Manchester accent is engrained into your very skull to use instinct, steel yourself and think.

Russian orders only got closer, but you were no coward. Throwing a smoke grenade, you gained easy cover and lunged into the group of 4. Skidding low, throwing one man down, there was a clean shot to the back of his neck. The next you leaped upwards to wrap your thighs around the man's neck, he was clearly twice your size, but with momentum and power, he crashed to the floor with a deep groan. He was downed, leaving you to focus on the other two for now. The one closest to your left found bullets from your automatic rifle now lining up his torso and slumping to the hardwood.

Muttering incoherent phrases and strings of curses, the last one standing was by the banister, just a silhouette in the smoke that burned your lungs and flowed out the window, but it was disappearing quickly and you had to move.

Bang, bang, you shot him twice; One in the shoulder and one in the lower abdomen, he screamed and stumbled. Reaching for his gun, you had to be one step ahead, charging without fear and a new bowie knife in hand, you tore into the gunshot wound of the enemy's stomach and craved upwards like a butcher. Bile, acids, blood and organs dropped as you pushed him down the stairs. Little to your knowledge, a spectre ran into the home, witnessing the body tumble like a ragdoll.

It was mere seconds before hands were on you, brutally throwing you against the crumbling wall and he stalked toward your body. A whimper came from your parted lips, heart pounding and blood racing, shakey muscles appeared weaker to the man beside you than they were, and you leaned into that role seamlessly. Pulling more breathless gasps, chokes and groans out of you, the man bent down.

"The young ones always fall the hardest" He mocked, Russian rolling off his tongue in taunts and sick coos.

All you did was smirk, turning your head to meet a monstrous face of war. Not saying a word back, you jumped up, pulling the man's arm back against his back and jumping on his broad shoulders clad with a tact vest. Retrieving the large hunting knife once more, he stood, your head almost meeting the ceiling as you clung on top still, vicious and not letting go until the job was done. You sunk the blade into the assailant's neck, once, twice, three times before dragging it across the collar bones with a violent spray of red and he dropped.

You were the last one standing in a mess that told a savage story. Viscera coated your gear and the smoke cleared. Your heart was still beating in the depths of ruthless grandeur surrounded by bodies.

And a man stood quietly, seeing the story as if he wrote in himself. Beyond impressed he was happy to be wearing his mask.

"Honey badger is standing, all clear for evac" Ghost spoke strongly over the coms, a new life was born with the name along with a new respect and trust across scarred bloody skin.

"Honey badger, eh?" It had a nice ring to it. Way better than 'kid'

[wildpineapple]

God of War Ragnarök fun Art

[theophagie]

Suicide rotation

[cleromancy]

bibo giving himself the joys c section scar makes me feel so crazyyyyy like transition wouldnt have saved him cuz he'd never even try it he just does this type of shit instead

[every-sasuke-uchiha]

[femboyishcharm]

so does he just not lock his phone or does my detective know the password after being on first name terms for only a week

[what-is-it-to-be-pk-esque]

My partner finally finished BG3 but has no idea that his ending was actually bad cause he was a pro-Vlaakith githyanki who rode off with Lae'zel but got NO EPILOGUE where Withers points out y'all died im 😭😭😭

they have no idea what happened with Gale or anyone else (who was still alive) after flying away 🙃🙃🙃

[goldiipond]

OPENLY SOBBING

[blueskittlesart]

me, thinking that i have at least a base level understanding of botw: :)

blue, about to write a 1,000+ word essay that is going to completely revamp my understanding of the game and interpretation of its events: bada bing bada boom

i dont know how you do it. i am incredibly impressed and using all of this for fic inspiration. keep writing

every time someone asks me how i do this shit i have to regrettably inform them that the real genuine answer is that i am fucking insane. my 2 passions in life are writing and video games and the place where the 2 converge fascinates me to no end and i am that special kind of crazy that is capable of latching onto something and not thinking about anything else for 10 years. so. the only thing i have cared about deeply for the last several years of my life has been the way video games are written and constructed. and zelda is one of the most interestingly constructed franchises i have found to date. these games are just like. the absolute perfect story for my brain to work with and i truly do not know who i would be without them. and i am genuinely incredibly grateful that ive been able to build a platform where people like. CARE about what i have to say and take the time to ask me to think about the games because like. i would be doing it ANYWAY but knowing that there are people who actually read my analysis and appreciate the amount of thought i put into this stuff makes me really happy lol

[cherry-bomb-ships]

Every day I am leaning more and more toward just making the Rowdyruff Boys familial f/os 👉👈💖💖💖💖💖

[stormflute]

Pretty sure this is how the end of s4 went