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writingoddess1125 · 5 months
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Bigger House
Fluffy Fluff Corny shit-
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Simon 'Ghost' Riley x FemReader
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You were sitting on the couch reading a book and dozing off, It had been a quiet few weeks since you'd sent the letter to Simon telling him of your pregnancy.
It had been radio silence which you expected in truth, however you were mildly worried of the conversation that would be had soon. You didn't know gow he would react or if he hated the card surprise you'd given him- However you suppressed the anxiety that built in your chest and instead focused on the book at hand.
The sound of a fast moving car caught your ear however- Your senses going on high alert as the sound of someone jumping from the clearly barely parked car- You starting to scan for were Simon kept a pistol in the room-
You damn near jumped from your skin as the door of the cabin suddently slammed open, there stood Simon still in his gear and scanning the room clearly looking for you. Ripping the mask from his face quickly as he stared at you in total shock and awe-
"Is it true?" He said suddently, an unfamiliar panic in his eyes which made you set the book to the side and nod. Grabbing the stack of doctor pages and ultrasounds on the coffee table holding them out to him.
He practically threw off his vest and duffel bag across the room and sat next to you on the couch quickly going through the stack of papers infront of him. It was like he was going through a mission file before your eyes, absorbing every drop of information there on the pages.
Still coming down from the mini heart attack from the clearly frazzled man you watched him- the bags under his eyes was worse and he looked a bit shaggier then normal, Clearly in his own head.
"Simon are y-?" You try to get in, but he reached a hand out grabbing you and hugging you tightly. Nothing was said just yet but you held the man, feeling a tension and light tremors in his arms as he held you.
Rubbing his back gently you let the two of you have the moment of just reveling in the sweet bliss of being with each other.
After 30 minutes of this you two untangled from each other and began to settle, Simon listening to you chatter about the scans, the side of the babies and looking at things you'd need. The soilder chuckling as he shook his head-
"Yeah I've already started that too.. we need a damn van-" He said spacing at the thought, you couldn't help but find the idea of Simon in a Minivan hilarious.
"Oh! Did you like the card?" You ask sweetly, seeing his shoulders stiffen at the mention of it.
Simon gave you incredibly serious look at you- "Swear no laughing-" He said as seriously as a heart attack. Your browser raising at his absolute insistence of you keeping whatever it was a secret.
"I swear?" You agree, now highly curious of what had happened to your dear husband when he found out.
"...I passed out when I read it and was sent to the medbay for 24hrs- and Price saw it.." He grumbled, staring you hard in the eyes as you bit your cheeks and tried to keep as even of a face as possible.
"D-Did you?" You managed to wheeze out trying to suppress the laugh that was bubbling in your chest.
Simon sent a half ass glare your way which broke the dam made you laugh- Loudly. He rolled his eyes and mutter something along the lines 'Swear my Ass' Waving him off as you sat there, Simon however softened his glare and reached a hand forward and touching your stomach with gentle hand.
"They are really in there-"
He muttered, still shocked by the idea of his children inside. You smile at him and gently caress his naked face, feeling the stubble against your fingertips.
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ladyelissarose · 10 months
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“Kiss it.”
“What?”
“I said kiss it.”
Ghost scrunched his face up at the sound of your whining to the point of almost crying, he then looked down at your extended hand and saw the large, deep cut on your hand. Crimson colored blood trickled down from the top of your hand to your palm, your fingers were also covered in it as well, as it had spread everywhere quickly. That had appeared there after you got your hands through shards of glass from a broken window to reach a device Ghost needed on the other side. He said he could reach it, but you stubbornly didn’t want to see him in pain, (though he told you he had seen worse) but that didn’t mean you wanted him to experience it again. So before he could move to do such you stuck your hand inside. Meaning it was technically your fault for not letting Ghost reach through it with his tactical-gloved hand. As usual, Ghost was just going to scoff it off and walk away,  that’s who he was most of the time anyways. As a Ghost, he was soulless, emotionless and couldn’t give a damn about your carelessness and the consequences of it. But that was until he heard your small sniff, causing him to hold his breath and look at your face. He never heard that sound come out of your lips because of him, it was always either, ‘Yes Sir’- ‘Copy LT’ - ‘Got Your Back’- oh and your famous one, ‘Mind over matter, I don’t mind and you don’t matter’. You were tough and a badass, cussed like a sailor and laughed at the sad parts in films. (And enjoyed telling dark jokes to Soap) So his heart just about busted or slipped a beat, as he confusingly beheld your rosy cheeks, pouty lips, and large crocodile tears beginning to grow in your eyes. Something he’s never seen before.
 ‘oh fuck.’
Slowly your hand began to retract back but it was stopped by a firm grasp to your wrist, keeping it in place. Slowly with fear of pain or rejection your eyes carefully searched Ghost’s, to only find him sending you a small but sweet smile. Your breath hitch at the realization of seeing the bottom half of his face, to which you’ve never seen. An old scar laid across his chapped lips, he had a light stubble, barely covering what looked like old burned scars along his jawline. It was beautiful though, like when a tree stands through fire and still looks uniquely beautiful, with its missing branches, you know, the scars and all.
 “Ehem.”
‘Shit I didn’t mean to stare!’
Ghost caught your staring and you turned beet red at the realization of acting totally ridiculous in his sights, causing you to plead,
“oh sorry-“
*kiss*
‘oh.’
*kissssssssss*
And there Ghost- no Simon, held his lips, lingering the kiss, as if he had magical powers to heal the wound and make it all go away, and deep down, you believed he could. It felt like a heavenly eternity, feeling the warmth of his lips pressed against your hand, knowing when he took and let out every breath as it made the small hairs on your hand stand, and sending an electric spark up your spine. 
*pop!*
*peck*
Simon hummed with satisfaction as he glanced at your hand one last time before looking for your eyes to seek approval. He took what was your look of adoration as maybe you being displeased, he was quick to stutter.
“will- do you.. do you think it’ll heal? I’m sorry-“
Your hand landed over your heart as you cried sympathetically,
“Oh Simon, I’m sure it will. Feels better actually-“
“really?”
“really- oh! My cut left you a mess-“
His hand grabbed yours as you had reached out to use your thumb to swipe off the blood your cut had left on his once, clean lips, but he refused. 
“Leave it... the time blood is ever on my hands- or on me anywhere is when I’ve shed it for my j-job. Let me have this one time to say I’m painted red because I can kiss every drop to make it better. p-please.”
‘Awe goodness..’
“Si.”
Your words came out like a whisper, something light that could be carried away by the wind, but Simon grasped it like it was air, and took it in as he begged,
“can I kiss it again?”
You nodded confidently and witnessed his eyes gleam with relief as you voiced,
“Please... until we’re both healed.”
His brown orbs looked down at you as he very well towered over you, but he didn’t look scary or intimidating, as his eyes held love and faith within as he thought about your words with your hand against his lips once again, one hand was holding your hip tightly. He did this to ground his mind to let him know it was all real. He then opened his lips and promised with hope for the both of you, regardless of how the past betrayed you two, with old scars to prove it... or what fate was like in the future, what and where would new wounds appear...
“We’ll heal.”
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A/n: All Call Of Duty fics.
Key:
-💋:Smut
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Russel Adler:
::Fics::
✨: A welcomed Mistake.
✨: A welcomed Mistake || Pt2 ||-💋
✨: Would you like to put the star on the very top of the tree?
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Ronald Daniels:
✨: tall buff characters that are actually gentle giants
Joseph Turner:
✨: Be The One You Need-💋
William Pierson:
✨:Just being a dad
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Alejandro Vargas:
::Fics::
✨: Too Cold
✨:Cabin Sex-💋
✨:Five Times Kissed
✨: Jealousy.
✨:Not Jealous-💋
✨:You ride my face,or you don’t get off-💋
✨: Short + Tall
✨:Snow ball fight
✨:You look good in that suite- 💋
✨:I would die for her
✨:Secret Santa- 💋
✨:
✨:
:Headcanons:
💕:Alejandro as a protective girl dad and his daughter wanting to be in the Mexican special forces.
💕: Alejandro as a father.
💕: Being over Stimulated.
💕:Kisses under the mistletoe with the 141 boy’s
💕: How would the COD boys react to Y/N having nipple piercings?
💕:
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Simon “Ghost” Riley:
::Fics::
✨: Rosy Cheeks
✨:Alone
✨:Wrapped in a soft blanket.
✨:Helping with a sickness.
✨: Did you spike the eggnog again?
✨:I’m not sick.
✨:I’ll be better than my father.
✨: Bedroom Cuddles.
✨: The turkey’s not the only thing getting stuffed today -💋
✨: Christmas shenanigans under the tree- 💋
✨:Off Limits.
✨:
✨:
:Headcanons:
💕: chase me through the woods and if you catch me you can have me -💋
💕:Being over Stimulated.-💋
💕:First Christmas with the 141 boys.
💕:Kisses under the mistletoe with the 141 boy’s
💕:
Rodolfo Parra:
::Fics::
✨: Leaves
✨: dance of the sugar plum fairy
✨:I’ll take care of you.
✨:
✨:
✨:
:Headcanons:
💕:Kisses under the mistletoe with the 141 boy’s
💕: How would the COD boys react to Y/N having nipple piercings?
💕:
💕:
💕:
Johnny “Soap” MacTavish:
::Fics::
✨: Flannel Season
✨: The best kind of hugs
✨:Breasts are my favorite things to nibble on-💋
✨:141 x reader where they cheat? And the reader moves on and they regret it?
✨: It’s time for hand turkey’s everyone.” “FUCK YES!!”
✨:
✨:
:Headcanons:
💕: Being over Stimulated. 💋
💕:First Christmas with the 141 boys.
💕:Kisses under the mistletoe with the 141 boy’s
💕:Johnny with a breeding Kink.
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💕:
💕:
Philip Graves:
::Fics::
✨: Saved From a Shitty Date
✨:Thanksgiving Dinner-💋
✨:Hero
✨:141 x reader where they cheat? And the reader moves on and they regret it?
✨:Very Naughty- 💋
✨: Gonna be a dad
✨:
✨:
✨:
:Headcanons:
💕:Kisses under the mistletoe with the 141 boy’s
💕:
💕:
Kyle “Gaz” Garrick
::Fics::
✨: You’re safe
✨:141 x reader where they cheat? And the reader moves on and they regret it?
✨:
✨:
✨:
:Headcanons:
💕:First Christmas with the 141 boys.
💕:Kisses under the mistletoe with the 141 boy’s
💕:
💕:
John Price
::Fics::
✨: hanging up the Christmas lights
✨: Risky Business 
✨:Warmth bath.
✨: He’s a silver fox.
✨:
✨:
✨:
:Headcanons:
💕:First Christmas with the 141 boys.
💕:Kisses under the mistletoe with the 141 boy’s
💕: How would the COD boys react to Y/N having nipple piercings?
💕:
💕:
Alex Keller
::Fics::
✨: Walking in the dark to see festive light displays
✨:Injured Confession.
✨:
:Headcanons:
💕:
💕:
König
::Fics::
✨: Helping with a sickness.
✨:Doctor! Doctor
✨:König where it’s his s/o’s birthday?
✨:
✨:
:Headcanons:
💕: chase me through the woods and if you catch me you can have me- 💋
💕:As a father.
💕: König with have a praise kink and size kink.- 💋
💕: How would the COD boys react to Y/N having nipple piercings?
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writer-of-various · 6 months
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Aiello after the war...
*Aiello is substitute teaching*
Student: What did you say?
Aiello: I said, whoever threw that paper, your mom’s a hoe!
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madeisies · 8 months
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Call of Duty WWII - Operation cobra
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cagemph · 1 year
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Here's another Zussman
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mlmxreader · 8 months
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discord servers
just a couple of discord servers that are open for people to join that I run :)
my discord -> llywelyn.tywysog
Call Of Duty - no focus on a particular game or anything, there's a space for everybody, including those who have never played the games before!
COD Whores - 18+ server for anyone and everyone who enjoys cod to whatever extent.
Tom Hardy - just a place for people who like Tom Hardy to come and chill out, basically. that's literally all it is.
Daniel Brühl - same as above, but w Daniel Brühl instead.
Christoph Waltz - same again lmfao
Scream - there's no focus on a particular film within the franchise, it's mostly just a place to sit around and talk about the films and the characters!
LOTR - no focus on anything not really except LOTR/The Hobbit. do whatever you want lmao
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thrawns-wife · 8 months
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Hell on Earth
Chapter seven.
Zussman x reader
(Warnings: reader is disguised as a man, gender reveal, slapped across the face, fluff… ish, character death, blood, character depression, maybe other things but can’t think of.)
Also kinda went a bit overboard with this 😅 is was supposed to be 1000 words but I ended up with 2100+ words… sooooothis is a long chapter. Also sorry it sucks, I was kinda rushing it in some parts, fixing and moving stuff around.
You were sitting on a fallen tree, just staring out of the forest, just enjoying the day with no explosions going off or guns or anything actually.
"Ah, thought I would find you here!".
You looked over to the left to see Zussman holding two cups, you smiled big at him as he handed you one.
"Thank you" you said softly.
"What are you doing all the way out here?" He asked as he sat down next to you.
"Just need a little break from everything".
"Did you heard that Daniels is gonna be a dad?" He said.
"What!? No way!" You smiled at zussman.
"Yea... turns out the letter was his girl telling him that she's pregnant". It was quiet for a bit till he spoke up again ".... So you're German?" He said softly before taking a sip of his coffee.
You looked down at the cup "my dad side actually" you looked back up and turned to face him "he... moved from Germany to America, a few years later he met my mom... they had my brother ... a couple years later they had me" you smiled.
You and Zussman were talking about a lot of different things till you both went quiet. You smiled softly as you were looking out at the forest again. "Hey Robert ...".
"Yes?".
"Thank you for being my friend" you said softly.
Zussman smiled before taking a sip of his coffee. "Mm!" He put his cup down and reached for your hair "reminds me... as your BEST! friend you definitely need a hair cut, it's starting to get long".
You chuckled a bit before pulling your head away from his hand "whatever you say dad!".
"Now listen here son" he said in the dad voice as he stood up and scolded you. "You don't use that tone on me youngster!".
You laughed a bit more.
he chuckled before siting back down. "Can I say something..".
"Sure".
Zussman took a deep breath before saying "Don't take this the wrong way but I like when you laugh and smile, it brightens my day up for some reason... makes me feel safe... I don't really know how to put it but I like this feeling...I'm not into guys or anything" he said while putting his hands up "no offensive".
You swallowed as you looked down at your cup. 'Only if you knew' you thought. "Yea I get that a lot, what I get for having one parent".
"Yea..." zussman looked over at you with soft eyes. He noticed a few things about you... the way you would smile when stiles would tell you things or take your picture. Aiello being a weirdo that he is, testing his flirting and Dancing skills on you which made you blush or stutter, or when you give him pointers on how to talk to a girl properly like as if you were a girl. He took a deep breath before pushing those thoughts to the side and stared off into the distance.
"We should head back before someone sees us" you said while standing up.
~time skip~
It was raining and your team was taking heavy fire. "PUSH UP!" Your lieutenant yelled.
"SIR THIS IS HEAVY FIRE WE CANT!" You yelled back.
That's when your lieutenant grabbed you and pulled you close to his face "WHEN I TELL YOU TO DO SOMETHING, YOU BETTER DO IT PRIVATE!" He yelled before throwing you to the ground.
You hated your new platoon, you wanted to punch your lieutenant so bad but you sucked it up and dealt with it till you get back on turner's squad.
It's been a long long few days without your squad. You miss your goof ball Zuss, smart ass Aiello, adorable Stiles and the one and only Daniels who just completes the squad.
you finally met up with Turner and everyone, A big smile appeared on your face once you ran over to cover beside Daniels and Zussman.
"HEY! GOOD TO SEE YOU BUDDY!" Aiello yelled over the gun fire.
"DONT GET EXCITED WE STILL HAVE TO FINISH THIS MISSION!" You yelled back. You were shooting and trying to give cover to Daniels as he ran up to the tank to stop it. "AHH!" You yelled in pain which caught zussmans attention.
"HEY YOU OK!" He asked.
You got down while holding your side, zussman got down and saw your bloody hand.
"Shit!" You banged your head in the trench.
"JOHNSON GOT HIT!" Zussman put his gun down and pulled out an med kit.
"No no no!" You tried to refuse him.
"If I don't help you, your gonna bleed out!".
"Go help daniels, I got this!" Aiello bud in, zussman nodded and Quickly went to help Daniels. "Ok I gotcha".
"Frank!" you started to tear up.
Aiello opened your jacket enough to bandage you up "it'll have to do till we get back to base". Aiello closed your Jacket so no one will see your body. He put your arm around his neck and helped you up.
As you lifted your head you saw turner get shot.... Your eyes widen "TURNER!" You yelled which made you grabbed your side and wince in pain.
"FALL BACK!" Pierson yelled.
As aiello carried you, you would look behind to see daniels dragging Tuner in the mud...till you and every got behind cover for a bit. You couldn't help but get on your knees and turned to looked over to see Turner giving Pierson something before yelling "GO!", you watched him pushed Pierson and daniels.
"No no no!, TURNER!" You yelled.
"We have to go!" Aiello grabbed you.
"Not without turner!" You groaned in pain while getting pulled away. "TURNER!" You yelled again as you watched turner fall. "NOOOOOO!".... That was the last thing your said before everything went black.
"move!" Aiello said as he pushed past everyone to put you on the table. Zussman was the first to push everything off to make room for you, Daniels and Stiles got things as a doctor came and started to cut your jack and shirt which made the guys stopped and stared at your body.
"Everyone out!" The doctor said as he pushed everyone out to make room.
Zussman pushed his hair back while aiello punched a wall.
"So Johnson has been a woman all this time!?" Stiles said while sitting on the floor.
"She didn't want anyone to find out" Aiello said while leaning again the wall, your blood was all over him.
"You knew!" Zussman turned to him.
"Yes I knew, I knew since we were with the Special ops".
"And you didn't tell us!?, we're friends and you been holding out on us!".
"Enough!" Daniels Raised his voice "I don't want to hear it, man... woman who cares what they are". Daniels sat down while processing what is happening.
Zussman glared at Aiello before walking off to wash off the blood and dirt.
~time skip around Christmas~
Since your secret got out, everyone looked at you like you're a stranger now.... Like an alien... the men that you became friends with stopped talking to you or gave off a weird feeling. It got so bad that You began avoiding people especially Pierson till you got really depressed and missed hanging with your friends. You were laying in your cot that Pierson made sure you got, away from the guys but since Christmas came up your depression hit hard. you got use to the guys snoring, their laughs and sometimes night time talks.
You got up from your bed, put on your winter stuff to meet the guys outside.
They were sitting around a fire talking about things. Till Aiello saw you creeping up.
"Well look at that!" Aiello said as he saw you "Squeaks is finally out of her dungeon".
You smiled as you walked up to Stiles "good evening to you too Frank!" You smiled softly.
"How you feeling (Y/n)?" Stiles asked while holding up a canister.
You told the guys your name when you woke up months ago, You told them everything which made them very protective over you after that. You grabbed the canister and took a sip "depressed".
"Aren't we all" Daniels said softly.
Stiles grabbed your hand and pulled you down to sit on his lap "I'm still sorry for not telling anyone" you said softly.
"It's fine" Stiles was the first to speak up "just sucks that we aren't bunk mates now".
Your eyes shifted over to Zussman who was staring down at the snow. He still had those soft eyes that you love.
"Merry Christmas turner" Daniels raised his canister up.
You smiled softly as the guys started talking about him. After that you all raised your canister "To turner!" Every said.
"To turner" everyone turned to see a drunk Pierson walking up the group. "Lucky son of a bitch". You were disgusted by him, how low he got when he ranked up. "I always knew there was something off with you (last Name)".
You just looked at him which zussman saw how uncomfortable you were to him. You hated that he's talking down on turner which made you stood up fast "You're not my lieutenant".
Pierson stopped and walked over to you "what did you say?". The guys stood up and got ready if things took a turn.
"You killed Turner, you shouldn't have gotten that promotion" you said while standing tall.
Pierson didn't say anything, he just straight up slapped you across the face, making you fall down. Daniels and Aiello grabbed Pierson and took him away.
Zussman was the first to check up on "Squeaks you ok?" He asked.
"Yea... not the first time a man hit me" you said while rubbing your cheek.
"Won't be the last" zussman chuckled a bit while helping you up.
He softly cups your face to look at the mark "probably have a mark but nothing severe".
"You sure?" You looked at him with puppy eyes.
"I'm sure" he said softly.
"Get a room!" Aiello said which made both of you guy look at him.
" come on" zussman grabbed your hand and pulled you to his tent.
You giggled once you and Zussman walked in, the way he pulled you into him and stared into your eyes. "Kiss me like your gonna miss me!".
Zussman smiled again before kissing you softly which you happily kissed, he pulled away from you again and watched as you laid down on his cot. “Even in that gross green outfit, you still look beautiful”.
You rolled your eyes as you pulled him “come on let’s get some sleep before we have to head out again” you said.
“Yes ma’am!” He said softly as he laid behind you.
He wrapped his arm around you as you grabbed his hand and held it tightly… just tangled up with him, not waiting to let him go. “I love you…” you softly kissed his knuckles.
"Marry me after this" he said softly.
You smiled big while bitting your bottom lip "yes!" Was all you side before falling asleep with him.
You were laying on your stomach, feeling zussman touching your face softly.
You tried hard not to smile which he saw "I see you trying not to smile".
You slowly opened your eyes to see him staring at you, “morning Robert”.
Zussman softly touched your hair that was around your neck, it's gotten longer which he likes "morning”.
You smiled and got on top of him. “Don’t worry, I’ll get it cut once we finally get a break”. Zussman couldn't help but stare at you. “What?”.
“Just wondering what you look like before”.
“Meaning?” You raised an eyebrow.
“I mean.. I saw you in a men’s uniform and 10 minutes in woman’s uniform, I wanna know what you looked like before, I wanna know how long your hair got, what you look like in dresses or pants or something”.
You giggled as you leaned down and kissed him “don’t worry you’ll get to see me in normal clothes… if we survive”. You smiled as nice more before kissing him.
That’s till Aiello and Daniels barged in “woah! Didn’t know it was that kind of morning!” Aiello joked which made you throw your pillow at him. He laughed as he threw it back at you.
“Sorry to break up the little moment you guys have but we gotta head out” Daniels said.
You groaned as Zussman crawled over you “alrighty Red, we’ll be ready in a few”.
Daniels nodded as him and Aiello walked out of the tent.
You and zussman looked at each other and burst out laughing. "Alright we better get going before someone else comes in" you said but before you sat up.
"One more" he said softly.
You smiled and softly kissed him one last time.
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halothescientist · 8 months
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missagna · 11 months
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cod ww2 characters as dogs🐕
Turner
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Pierson
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Crowley
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powderrr · 2 days
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I love Turner and it seems to me that in a peaceful environment he would be insanely gentle. He would also have shed a tear when he found out that Danial named his son after him. (I know I misspelled the name Joseph. Sorry. When I drew this, I basically forgot how to spell this name altogether)
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Я люблю Тернера и мне кажется, что в мирной обстановке, он был бы до безумия мягок. А ещё он бы прослезился, когда узнал, что Дэниал назвал своего сына в честь него
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writingoddess1125 · 4 months
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YOU GOT ISSUES I LIKE
I just imagine this new recruit walking past not knowing who Simon is and does this shit-
Walking to The Mess Hall and sees a group of men you've never seen before. One with a rather scrumptious figure to boot- Looking to your friend with a grin-
Corporal (Y/N): Watch This-
Staff Sargent Friend: (Y/N) that's a bad idea whatever your gonn-
Corporal (Y/N): DADDY!!
You call out with a cackle- assuming it was just some rando that you could make blush.
Till you see the man slowly turn and you feel the blood drain from your face- Glancing to your friend who is staring at you in horror. Lieutenant Simon 'Ghost' Riley, a prominent figure of Task Force 141 and truthfully men that could kick you ass and no one would blink an eye.
Simon 'Ghost' Riley: Did you just call me Daddy? Corporal?-
Corporal (Y/N): ...Y-Yes Lieutenant Sir-
You see him shake his head as the others who you correctly assumed was the rest of TK 141 laughing their asses off and one Mohawk guy taking a knee.
Simon 'Ghost' Riley: You have issues I like- Dismissed Corporal.
You and your friend run away quickly- Your face as bright as a cherry and wanting to find a rock to hide underneath in shame.
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ladyelissarose · 1 year
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A Mother’s Revenge.
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Warnings: mentions of death, shootings, depression and much angst, let me know if I missed anything!
Chapter 1 - ‘A Nightmare Became An Obsession’
  The warmth of the sun kissed my body warmly, as I stretched out my bikini covered body on the fluffy towel my husband laid out for me on the prickly, golden sand. I laid on my tummy with my head in my hands while I adored the sight in front of me, my husband of 3 years, Jacob, was building sandcastles with my 2 year old baby boy, Benjamin. I could hear Benjamin’s cutest giggles as Jacob tickled his tiny toes and covered them with sand, he wore the biggest smile ever, mirroring his father’s lit up face. As I took a moment to glance at my surroundings, it didn’t take much for me to decided that I was pretty glad we had stuck with coming to the Bahamas for our yearly vacation. The people were super friendly, the weather was durable and comfortable, the scenery was just ethereal, everything was just... almost perfect. I then was called back to give my undeniable attention to my dearest love, as he called out to me as sweetly as ever, 
  “Mamas, is my drink right next to you?”
I sat up a little and looked behind me, there sat Jacob’s empty cup of fresh squeezed, orange juice. I reached for it as I called back, 
 “It’s right here! But let me go get it refilled for you-“
 Jacob stood up immediately with his hand stretched towards me protesting,
 “No, no.. it’s ok-“
I was already standing and throwing on my little dress, then started pretending to walk away to prove my point while smiling at him,
 “Baba, I’m closer, plus little Benny is going to cry if Daddy leaves. I got you.”
 Jacob let his hands fall defeatedly to his sides as he gave in, but not without one more request slipping from his kissable lips,
 “Please give me a kiss first, I desperately need one!”
He puckered his lips and closed his eyes, waiting for me to give him his ‘so needed kiss’. I giggled at his usual behavior, ran to him, and gave him a quick, but passionate kiss on his lips that were mine, as he always said. He wrapped his arms around my waist and kissed my cheek, then looked me in the eye with compassion and love, as he reminded me, 
  “You know I love you right? So so much.”
Jacob was always one to always give me words of affirmation and affection, and I never got tired of it, honestly, I was addicted to it and craved it at every passing second. I nodded at him while responding,
 “I do Baba, and I love you so much too... remember that.”
 He kissed my nose with a smile,
 “I always do.”
He then bent down and picked up Benjamin, and began to coo, and mimic what he thought Benjamin would sound like making full sentences, while waving his chubby hand with his free, much larger hand,
 “Mommy! I wan’ a ‘opsicle pwease , I built Daddy a nice sandcastle!”
 I awed out loud while caressing Benjamin’s soft, baby feet, and looking down at the sandcastle on the ground.
 ‘Oh my goodness how adorable!!’
 (In everyone else’s eyes it probably looked like a terrible mud pie with sea shells as the topping, but in our eyes.. it was Benny’s masterpiece... Picasso.)
 “Awww!! Benny is so sweet!! Look at that magnificent castle!!”
 Benny squealed at my high pitched voice that spoke in words to him, letting him know that I was utterly proud of his work. 
With one last peck on Jacob’s lips and some raspberries given on Benjamin’s neck and tummy after I fixed his adorable little hat, I then moved to make my way to the drink stand they had near by,
 “I’ll be right back, ok? The stand is right there.”
 Jacob followed my finger which pointed towards where the stand stood, once his eyes locked on the it, and knew that he could see me clearly from there, (he always watched where I went if there was going to be quite a distance between us, he was protective and my watch guard) he then nodded approvingly,
  “Ok Mama.. Get yourself something too, ok? I’ve heard that their mango and banana smoothie is delicious.”
He wiggled his brows at me to put more effect into his words, which earned him my toothy smile. 
 ‘Sounds pretty delicious actually.’
I took in his offer to try it, I always trusted his judgment, because he only made suggestions on things he knew I really liked. Soon I was on my way, walking with confidence as per usual. I honestly felt great, I wore my husband’s favorite red bikini of mine, that came with a little dress to wear over it, with cute, black sandals. My hair flew gently in the wind that was flowing softly, and my face was hiding from the sun and it’s hot rays with my matching sun hat. I didn’t need to turn back and look behind me to make sure I was being watched by my husband for my security, I knew he always had my back and made sure I was in sight and safe. I waved at the nice bartender that I approached with a simple order,  
  “Hi! I’ll take a refill on the Orange Juice, a small mango banana smoothie, and a mini strawberry popsicle please.”
He beamed at me with happiness as he replied,
 “Of course! That will be right up!”
He went to work right away, flawlessly making everything separately but all together at once, as so it seemed. I then leaned my back on the bar and began to look at the palm trees that stood tall all around the beach. I liked to watch the seabirds that rested at the very top, watching us down below, waiting for the right moment to steal our snacks or other things. I giggled to myself while shaking my head.
 ‘Bunch of thieves...’
A few loud laughters and gossip then could be heard from either the men or women that chilled inside their makeshift tents and canopies, or that stood around supervising their little ones. My eyes followed what I heard, which was the sweet, voices of little children that came from every direction, while they all chased one aother on the sand and into the cool, turquoise water. Oh I couldn’t wait till Benjamin started running around more, that would be so exciting right? Hearing his tiny feet padding across the floor while Jacob and I ran after him sounds like something great to look forward to for sure. 
 Bang!!
 ‘What the hell!?!?’
I gasped and held my hand over my heart when I heard the unexpected, and not welcoming sound, I turned my body towards the bartender thinking it was him that had dropped a large and heavy item. Until I heard it again, but much louder and closer, causing my mind to dreadfully come to reckon what it really was,
 BANG!!!
 ‘No... it can’t be.’
 After the second bang, haunting and horrifying screams erupted through the entire place, sending chills up my spine, and activating my sixth sense to run for cover towards my husband and my baby. Soon the banging sounds became continuous as I ran faster, I tried to focus on what was in front of me and not on the people and children that fell to the ground all around me, with growing crimson spots on their bodies. My eyes lit up with hope and a second of peace when I saw Jacob for a moment, before I was knocked to the ground with a searing pain in my thigh. A scream of pain left my mouth as I grabbed the place I was shot at, and let out another one when my eyes saw the blood spilling out and falling everywhere. Over all the noise and trauma all around me, I then heard from the distance, an all familiar voice scream for me repeatedly. I looked up right away, expecting to see the source of that voice, but when I didn’t,  my heart dropped in panic. The fear of not seeing Jacob and Benjamin kicked me to my feet with an adrenaline, and miraculously I began to move fast, and ignore the pain that went up my leg up to my torso. My head turned in all directions as I searched frantically with screams coming from the bottom of my heart and soul,
 “JACOB!! JACOB WHERE ARE YOU!??? JACOB!!!!”
I didn’t realize I was crying until a deep sob left my throat while I tried to gasp for air, and the tears that fell from my eyes were tasted on my lips. Before I started to scream again, I heard Jacob’s voice, coming from behind me. 
 ‘Jacob!! That’s Jacob!!’
 My head snapped towards the direction from where I heard him, and let out a cry when I saw him running towards me with Benjamin in his arms. He screamed for me to get down,
 “GET DOWN BABY!! LAY DOWN-“
Mid sentence he then was pushed towards the ground, by the force of a bullet that hit his back. I saw it go through him and watched him fall flat to the ground, with Benjamin under him. I shouted for them both as I finally reached them, and was about to throw myself on top on Jacob and shield his body as I thought I would be able to pull Benjamin out. I could hear his little screams and cries that let me know he was terrified and needed me there to save him and protect him, but life... had other plans. A shock of pain rang up my spine and threw me next to Jacob’s body instead, my breath was knocked out of me when my head hit the ground. It registered to me that I had been shot again. I looked at Jacob in front of me, and called out to him as best as could,
 “J-Jacob.. Ba.. Baba.. can you- can you hear me?”
 I awaited his answer, but his eyes never found fine, and his voice never came back to me...  I held in a scream, when I realized, that in front of me laid Jacob, lifeless. Blond began to spill from under him, and make a trail towards me.
 ‘Oh God no!! My Jacob!’
 I began to feel my body lose control of itself as pain and unconsciousness tried to take over, but that didn’t stop me from attempting to grab Benjamin, and check for Jacob’s pulse. I used all my strength to drag my body closer, to work out my thoughts, but that’s when my eardrums busted because of the the sound that came from above me,
 BANG!! BANG!!
They had just shot through Jacob, and silenced Benjamin’s cries. At the moment of their silence, I let a scream come out, but it was choked down when my stomach was kicked and they pushed me to my back. I suffocated while trying to fix my eyes on the person that stole my life from me... and there he stood above me, with his wicked eyes gazing into mine. I can almost swear he was wearing a smile too.
 ‘You wicked... wicked son of a bitch...’  During those few, split seconds of agony and pain, my mind began to take mental pictures of every feature of his monstrous face, and imprint them in my memory... because whether I died today or not.. I knew, that if I became a ghost... I’d haunt him until I took his soul, but if I.. by some miracle survived... I’d hunt him down until I took... his god forsaken life. 
15 months later...
“So ma’am, I’ve heard complaints from your upstairs and downstairs neighbors... they’ve been saying that you’ve been too loud in the afternoons, at night... and in the middle of the night or really really early morning.... is there anything you have to say for that?”
 I clearly heard my landlord’s words, understanding what she was saying and knowing exactly what she expected from me, a reasonable answer or defense to the complaints I have gotten for the past year or so.. I don’t even remember, I lost track of the time and repeated complaints. I simply then looked up from where my eyes rested on the movements of my fingers trying to pry off the loose skin on my pinky, and locked them on the grey headed, old lady’s brown eyes as I replied shortly,
“Im moving out.”
I took in her reaction, which was her shoulders slumping a little and a soft sigh leaving her lips. Yup, I’d be glad too if I was her, waking up to your neighbor screaming at night wasn’t pleasant at all, neither was her random moments of harshly punching the wall or something in her house to let out her anger or frustration wasn’t fun either. Or the times the music is at an ungodly volume to cover the screams and shouts she lets out as she sobs away her thoughts and memories. If I was the landlord, and I heard that my problematic client was leaving, I’d be jumping for joy without shame. I watched her as a few times she opened her mouth then closed it, trying to get some words was proving to be quite the mission for her I guess, but to cease her struggle, I simply stood and and informed her,
 “I’ll be leaving tonight... thank you for everything, and I’m sorry for everything as well.”
 My landlord rose to her feet and her eyes poured sympathy as they looked into mine, though she looked indeed very sincere, my cold heart wasn’t fazed by the warmth her heart gave. Her voice then came out softly, and slowly, making sure I heard and understood her every word,
  “Listen dear, I just want the best for you. I have single little houses, where you don’t have to worry about any upstair or downstair neighbors, it’s just your place-“
 I held in a breath and bit my tongue from rudely interrupting her, I listened on to all the offers she suggested that I should take, but I had already made up my mind.
 ‘Lady, though your offers sound great and all... but I’m not staying here anymore... I’m leaving... to find the man that took my only home.’
 My head clicked back to reality when I heard her call my name and question,
“So, would you consider this?”
She handed me a pamphlet that held all the information she spoke of, I scoffed from the inside,
‘You could’ve just handed me the pamphlet... Now I don’t need it anymore because you told me everything.’
I gently took it from her hand and pretended to care about it as I looked over the pages quickly, then stuffed it in my pocket,
 “Thank you ma’am, I’ll consider it. I’ll be dropping the key off later tonight, when I go.”
 She sent me a small smile, one I didn’t return or even try to mirror,
“Be safe dear.”
 I nodded my head at her before I spun around to walk out, with a low response,
 “I’ll try.”
Simon’s POV
Today was my turn for desk duty, was I happy about it? I think the fuck not!! I hated being situated on a chair for hours looking at a blinding screen. I rather feel the soles of my feet burn from standing or running around for too long, with the sun hitting my back and sweat go through my balaclava, then go through this shit of a job. If I had cash on me, I would’ve paid my buddy Soap to take my place, but I didn’t have my wallet, and Captain Price made sure that he wasn’t around me, because he knew I’d give good ol’ Johnny my place for his, which was to clean all the weapons of every size and type, then test them out at the shooting range. But things have taken a slight turn, when one of our greatest hackers of our team, named Kyle Garrick, aka Gaz, had hacked  into every piece of technology in this person’s house that held a camera, like her phone, computer, cameras, etc. So from those objects, we were able to observe and watch them. And lately we’ve been taking turns behind this screen, for the past 3 months. My team, known as the 141 Task Force, have been prying around a certain person that Laswell had mentioned to them once. I had heard about the so said person, but I wasn’t intrigued, because it was a woman that they all gawked about. Now if it was a male, serial mafia killer that they were onto, I’d be begging to be team leader and I’d hunt and haunt that fuckers soul to possess as mine, it was what I did best. All I had heard about this particular person, was that they’ve been growing an interest on a certain terrorist, which was odd for a woman, you’d think she’d be into.. different things or people? 
 THUNK!!
On the outside I didn’t even flinch to the sound, but my heart skipped a beat and my breath got caught in my throat. My eyes locked onto the screen and focused on the woman that had just arrived back at her apartment, the sound she made was her slamming the front door shut. I kept a close eye, as I watched her pick up a picture frame from a bookshelf, and hug it close against her chest. She swayed a little side to side, and began to cry softly. ‘Is she crying? You’ve got to be kidding me? I don’t get paid for this shit-‘
BAM BAM BAM BAM BAM!!
At the sudden noise I shifted in my seat slightly. My eyes followed her every move, as she had yanked out a makeshift punching bag from her closet, and began to beat it with all her might. The sound of her fists hitting against it was quite sickening, and sounded very painful. Grunts and whimpers left her mouth as she went on and on for 5 minutes straight, then in a quick flash she began to take out knives from every pocket her clothing held, and started to throw them towards a wall full of pictures and writings that were behind her. I was now fully sitting up and intrigued by her sudden change in behavior, and zoomed my camera towards the objects her knives punctured perfectly. And there, I saw the faces of the terrorists we were after, and could only think,
 ‘What does this woman have to do with these men? Who is she... and who are they to her?’
 “What the fuckin hell is her deal-“
“FUCK-“
Now I did flinch this time, at the voice of this Scottish man named Johnny McTavish... aka Soap. But I composed myself right away when I felt his hand rest on my shoulder, then I replied,
 “I’m not sure... she was fine one moment, then crazy the next. And look at all the photos on her wall, the door, the furniture... they’re all of the men were hunting for.”
 Johnny shook his head slowly, as he informed me,
 “Ay... last night she was up till 4am... hacking into their systems, trying to collect any kind of information that she could... she wrote down everything too. And was learning how to speak their foreign language.”
 I frowned under my mask, not being able to picture how a woman like her, could be so crazy and mad. 
 ‘What did they do to you?’
“What else do we know about her, other than her observing terrorists?”
 Johnny looked at me sideways, and told me with a tone of disappointment,
“Laswell has that hidden for now... but according to the world and its identification systems, she’s dead right now... and doesn’t have a name. I’m thinking that she works for a higher government.”
 I hummed lowly, as a spark of interest hit me, and I grew curious of her, wanting to know her reasons, her life, the meaning behind the person she had become. Soon I felt a pat on my back as Soap sighed,
 “I have to go mate. Don’t want Price catching me here with you... but keep me informed please.”
 I sent him a sly wink,
“Of course Johnny, now go.”
With one last smile he gave me, Soap walked out of the room and disappeared, 
Ding!!
 My computer rang out a notification, and the search history of the woman started to pop out, and there I read everything she was typing out in that moment on her cellphone. It was all in a different language, but my mind translated it to the language I knew,
 ‘Where do you have shelter that’s in the woods in Italy?’
‘It’s right outside of Venice, it’s very secured, and only the people that contact me know where this place lies, to everyone else it’s unknown and well hidden.’
 ‘Perfect. Can I take it for the next 4 weeks?’
‘I’m sorry, I already have it taken for the next 3 weeks.’
 ‘I’ll pay you 20k in cash. If you let them go and give me the shelter.”
‘.... it’s a deal, I’ll see you in Venice with the cash at early morning daylight.”
 ‘Deal.’
I watched the woman’s figure, as it came closer to her computer when she left her cellphone. Her face’s features became clear in front of my screen, looking at it with a sigh leaving her  red and chapped lips. Honestly, she was a sight to behold... if sadness and anger was a person.. or a woman more specifically... it’d look like this one. She was both beautiful yet depressing to see, her eyes held a stare that told me she had seen it all, her expressionless face, told me that she felt nothing anymore. The dark bags under her eyes blinded me from seeing the real color of her eyes. The redness in her eyes made her look more sick than anything. Sometimes I wonder why creations most beautiful and perfect people, suffer more and have the most wrecked heart of all time, why can’t they live a life as beautifully as they looked? My heart for some reason, felt a feeling it hadn’t gone in a long time, or more exact, for the past 12 years... which was ever sense my mother passed away. My heart pinched painfully, and a cold feeling settled inside at the very bottom of it. She then began to click on several pictures she had collected over the past weeks I believe, and started print them out one by one. And in perfect order, she hung the up and left them dangling from the ceiling, her eyes were cold and still the entire time, and her body didn’t move any more than she needed it to. After a few minutes, she had finished, and walked away from the masterpiece she had created, and stood still while observing it. All the photos were of the same people, the same place, all about the same target.
“This is not an observation... this is a fucking obsession.”
I huffed under my breath and sat back in my chair, taking into note what I saw in front of me with shock. As I studied her work of art, I noticed that all the pictures that hung around, seemed to shape something too. I zoomed in the camera, and began to follow each picture, and mentally began to shape what made sense, until it clicked. The pictures all around her, spelled ‘Family’. 
 ‘What in the fucking hell happened to her... damn I wished I read the review they wrote about her.’
 Just then I heard a ringing sound come to life from her place, and I perked up my attention to her every move, as she began to walk towards her cellphone. I immediately connected our systems to the cellphone in her house, and wrote down the number that was calling her, and awaited for her to pick it up, so I could hear who phoned her. But I saw the hesitation she held, how she held the phone in her hands for a moment, looking at the caller ID, as she then took a deep breath and let it out slowly, before answering with a strong, but steady voice,
 ‘Who is this?’
Her voice had a slight tremble to it in the beginning, but soon it came out smoothly. My computer began to record the call as it went forward.
‘Are you the lady that emailed us and got into our system to reach our boss?’
Sounded like a person from a foreign country, their accent was thick and deep. Silence was held for a moment before an answer from the woman,
 ‘Yes... I need to have a meeting with him, to make a deal on something I’ve been planning... something nuclear.’
‘Nuclear? Ahhh... that’s the serious business then... Well, he says you can come in 3 days, in Venice, Italy. There at the boat, well shall meet to discuss your work.’
 I watched how the woman then threw a fist in the air, like if she was happy her call was a success, she then replied simply,
 ‘Sounds good.’
‘Do you have the money with you for this?’
‘I have the money and the notebook, that shows my plans for the weapon.’
‘Good, we shall see you then, Melione.’
‘Until then.’
‘Melione?... what the hell does that mean? Is that a code name?’
My mind wanted to sit for a moment and dissect what ‘Melione’ meant, but I ignored it for now when I saw how she tossed her phone onto the table and ran to pick up her large bag from her bedroom, and began to toss whatever seemed important to her in it. I took that moment of her being busy packing her bags, to run to Price and tell him the news. 
  ‘Damn she’s moving fast.. meaning we have to too.’
Price’s POV
I reread Melione’s file for the 7th time today, and couldn’t process how such a lively, sweet woman, had become the saddest and ‘supposed to be dead’ being to walk this planet. Her name was off the records, but lately she had been going by the name Melione, as she contacted people here and there on the internet. Her observation on my new target, went quite deep, and she had gotten secret information about them in seconds, when it had taken me months to even get a single name or picture. I was very curious as to what Laswell hid from me about her. Up until this moment, the biggest puzzle piece to this case was why? 
 I lit up my old cigarette as I thought,
 What caused this anger to rage in her? What caused her to observe these specific men? Who does she really work for? Does she even work for someone?’
“Price, I got something.”
I snapped out of my own thoughts of a million questions as I looked up from the file I held, and held my eyes on my strongest and bravest Lieutenant, Simon Riley, aka Ghost. He stood there at my door with an intimidating stance, as per usual, but I could tell in his eyes that he held a lot of what he wanted to say, so I let him inform me,
 “What is it Simon?”
He then placed a descriptive note of his observation on Melione on my desk while speaking,
 “She’s going to Venice... she’s going to meet a few men that are going to take her to our target, Captain.”
I scoffed with admiration and surprise,
 ‘She’s a whole team in one fucking body... she’s relentless and fast.’
I slowly came to a stand on my feet, and ordered Simon,
 “Then we leave too, we will not let her out of our sights... tell the men to pack up, we’re going Venice.”
 Simon nodded once before leaving to room,
 “Affirmative, sir.”
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multi-fandom-imagine · 8 months
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I just found your imagines/fics and I love them!!😍🥺
Could I get a neutral reader x Zussman where the readee comforts a crying Zussman?🥺
A/n: I’m so sorry this took me so long and I love Zussman 👀.
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“It as getting harder each day, know matter how hard you tried, know matter how much of a good medic you were you still lost good people.
Way to many good people.
You did your best not to cry, you did your best to stay strong but you couldn’t. Stepping out the make shift tent you bit back a sob, your hand covering your mouth, tears rolling down your cheeks.
You jolted feeling a hand on your shoulder, quickly wiping your cheeks dry you glanced up spotting Zussman. “I didn’t wake you…did I?”
Zussman let out a snort shaking his head as he took a hit of his cigarette. “Nah! I just came out here to smoke.” Pausing he then sat down beside of you as he grasped your hand gently. “It’s not your fault you know.”
Lips trembling, you rested your head on his shoulder as he wrapped his arm around your waist tugging you close. “I…”
Rubbing your back, he let you cry into his chest, he would stay by your side. He knew you were scared, hurt, upset with all this war happening around you.
He would be strong for you, he had to be.
“You’re the best damn medic we have. So don’t worry, I’m here for you.”
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writer-of-various · 6 months
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WW2 Meme Templates (w/my oc Nancy Turner!)
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earving-noir · 1 year
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made a Call of Duty discord server for all writers, artists, readers, literally anyone who wants to join; it's queer friendly & you don't have to be into a particular game or know much about the fandom to join!
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