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samatedeansbroccoli · 2 years

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Sophia sometimes wonders what her father would think of her.

For @flufftober prompt 1: wearing each other’s clothes. It’s 11:59pm at the time I drafted this post and this feels like a school assignment I finished just seconds before the deadline. But I really wanted to participate in flufftober this year so that’s why I stayed up to write this.

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Rating: T

Warnings: None

Characters: Sophia Conteau, Freya “Wraith” Harvig

Tags: Hurt/comfort, fluff

Words: 1.7K+

Shaking fingers wrapped carefully around the phone, picking it up from where it sat on the landline. An old phone that no one used anymore but still served its purpose as flawlessly as its golden days. A phone she's used multiple times before throughout her teenagehood, always opting for the traditional over the new. Hours spent holding it up to her ear and waiting until the other end peeped to signal a message.

“Hello, this is Édouard Conteau. Leave me your name and your number and I'll get back to you as soon as I can. Thanks.”

A youthful recording. Playful. Aimed towards an American accent for easy understanding but still hints of French dipped around his vowels. She remained still as the recording came to a close and the answering machine waited to record anything but her silence.

Only when the clock ticking on the wall beam to disrupt the silence in her mind did she finally hang up.

It's funny, she thought, how she used to hate phones as a child. Once bearers of bad news. Of empty promises. Of something that confirmed her requests as nothing but wistful hopes put into words. The chime of a called taught her anxiety. She learned to ignore the rings and deal wth the scolding she received for ignoring her parents.

Now, she'd grow anxious if she didn't call to hear her father's answering machine.

Sophia picked up the phone again and dialled the same number as before, listening to her father's answering machine again. In all honesty, his recorded voice was far from exciting, hardly representing the various pitches he spoke with. It lacked his charm or irritation he carried upon his personality.

But it was the only thing she had left to remind her of his voice. How he always tried to pick up the phone when she called, regardless of what he was doing. How they would sometimes talk through the night, her telling him stories, and him hating knowledge of the battlefield or of any subjects she had taken an interest to.

She could only recall a handful of times he didn't pick up the phone, thrice for a business meaning that required his full attention, two because he didn't want her to hear him murdering merchants sent after him, and one because he was in a coma.

He struggled to be physically there for her. And he always apologized for it. But she never got the chance to tell him he made up for it through his phone calls.

Now, she'd never get to tell him.

Without him just a call or arm's reach away, no armor could save her from the cold that pierced her heart.

If her father was here, would he be happy with her? He never wanted this future for her. The life he had lived.l passed down.

Yet here she was.

Sophia listened to his voice again, only becoming aware of the shuffling behind her after she hung up. Daring not to turn around, she tilted the phone slightly until she saw the reflection of the person in the door. Only then did she put the phone away for good, body locking into a mild on-guard mindset as she spun around to face the blonde woman at the door.

"I see you're also hiding from Makarov," said the other woman, making Sophia mentally groan.

"He's on another one of his rants?"

"Yeah. Thought you were avoiding him here like me."

Sophia chuckled. "Not intentionally. But thanks, Freya. I appreciate the heads up."

Freya smirked briefly before crossing the room with delicate steps. Only then did her face slip to a concerned gaze, one Sophia didn't like to see too often. "Are you feeling alright."

"Yeah? Why?"

"Your face and actions say otherwise." A quick scan concerned Freya's suspicions of the truth. "You're shivering."

"It's cold."

Freya held her hand out. "May I?" And Sophia nodded, fingers carefully intertwining with Freya's. Normally Sophia avoided letting anyone touch her, wanting everyone at arm's reach away from her if she could afford the space. But today she longed for a warm and welcoming contact with someone.

"Your hands are freezing, Soph. Let's go to your room and get that armor off. "Let's get the armor off. That's probably doing you no good."

Sophia complied. They walked through Hacienda a few hundred yards and avoided Makarov before arriving at Sophia's room. After shutting the door, Freya helped lift the chest plate over the brunette's head, then unclip the vambraces before finally focusing on the shin guards. Neither spoke as they went about removing the pieces of armor, save for any coordination requests from Freya before manipulating Sophia's limbs. And each time, Sophia permitted her to.

Only when all the armor pieces lay upon the ground and Sophia had retrieved her leather jacket from the closet did Freya finally speak. "How many times was it today?"

Sophia would rather have not talked about how many times she had called her father's messaging machine. Some days it was worse than others, but in the little that she did have from her life, it was the only thing that she had that remained pure and untouched by the corruption around her. It was her crutch, and Freya knew it well, making her a possible target.

And yet still, she was thankful Freya asked, even the answer wasn't ideal. "A few times." And she took a seat upon the bed, inviting Freya to sit next to her.

Silence wrapped them, neither able to figure out where to start the next topic. Not until Sophia caught Freya looking at her jacket.

"I don't think I've ever seen you wear a jacket before," commented Freya.

"I usually don't. I'm always in my armor."

Freya's eyes trailed up the seams of the jacket until Sophia reached her arm out to let the other touch the leather and marvel at the intricate yet slightly imperfect details. "Where did you get this? They barely make any good leather jackets anymore, and I've never seen one with this stitching this."

"This is my papa's." Sophia said. "Custom made. He would buy cheap clothes then some material to fix it up and make it so he liked it more. He gave it to me when I was still barely as tall as it."

"Didn't know your father had an eye for fashion."

"It was his dream to impress a fashion model someday."

"And did he?"

"No. Never for his chance."

"Oh. Sorry." Freya fell quiet.

"It's okay. I know his taste in fashion was never what would end up in runways but I always hoped a miracle would happen."

"It looks great. He did a great job."

"Wanna try it on?" And Sophia slipped it off her shoulders.

"Sure. Wanna try mine? It's a jean jacket with down."

"Sure!"

The two swapped jackets. Unsurprisingly, Freya's was quite tight on Sophia, though it hugged her body in a way she liked, even with the pinching. Freya, on the other hand fit perfectly into Sophia's jacket, draping it off her shoulders and letting the sleeves cover her hands.

"How do you have the worst circulation in the world and yet your father made one of the most comfortable and warm leather jackets?" Freya wondered aloud.

Sophia only smiled. "It's a Conteau secret."

What followed next was a string of compliments—sometimes insults—as they admired one another. Sometimes adjusted the shoulders or tugged at the sleeves. And when the novelty wore dry and the silence settled in, they fell back against each other, Freya tucking her head into the crook of Sophia's shoulder, and Sophia resting her chin against the top of Freya's head.

From this position, Sophia's skin lapped up the warmth of Freya, a warmth so familiar and comforting it was hard to remember where her mind had drifted to moments ago. Sure, her father lingered upon the front of her mind, but maybe just maybe he could see her from where he rested. And maybe he was smiling at her, happy to see her at peace in this very moment. Even if she could hear Makarov yelling from a distance away.

"Hey, Freya?"

"Hmm?"

"What do you think my father would say if he saw me now?"

"I didn't know him when he was alive, but I'd say he'd be very proud."

Sophia scoffed. "For dedicating my life to hunting an masked man. Sure. I'm living the very life he didn't want me to."

"Wasn't really your choice was it?"

"I had a choice," Sophia reminded her. "I could have learned to live the dream he wanted for me in honor of his memory. Not his life."

"What was his dream for you?"

"To give me a better life so I could live my dreams."

"So are you sure he's saying he'd be disappointed? Or is that just you speaking?"

Sophia thought for a moment, rolling Freya's words through her mind. "I'm not sure anymore. It's been so long..."

"Ten years, right?"

"Ten years. You'd think I'd be over it by now. "Move on. You'll get over it. Everyone's got dead people, your situation's not special." You know, all the things people tell you to comfort you."

"Most people don't also have their father begging the enemy to take care of their daughter if something bad happens to him, only for the other to abandon both father and child in the middle of a battlefield."

"Well when you get that detailed... but you know what I mean."

Freya simply chuckled. "Yeah. Bet you got pretty tired of being lied to. "It will all be better in the future!" Sure, Vladimir. Thanks for the reassurance."

And that got Sophia giggling. "Yep. He told me that. Fitting for the man who killed his own family for the inheritance money."

"Then used it to bribe himself off trial," finished Freya.

"Now he uses it to buy hair dye so he looks like he never ages."

"And here I thought that would explain why our operation budgets are excessively big every mission."

"If it means we'll find Ghost and I get to kill him, he can spend as much money as he wants on hair dye."

"Then we have Makarov help us find Ghost. And when we finally kill him, you'll finally be able to live that life you've always wanted."

"Thanks. Though I'm not sure how an education in gunsmithing will get me far."

Freya only smiled. "A professional gunsmith can make a great living. But i know whatever happens, you're destined for great things. But right now—"

"Let's find that poltergeist. Together."

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senfena · 2 years

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Cold War: Remedy, Chapter 14

A/N: Uuuhh sorry for being gone so long. I'll try not to let it happen again. In other news, here's the chapter where I found out I'm not that great at writing combat ;w;

February 19, 1981

05:00 A.M.

Every sensation in your body kick-started as you jolted awake, screaming, shooting your torso forward to sit upright as you flailed your arms. Looking around, you found yourself in a small, sterile room, with a red door to your left, dressed in a medical gown. How the hell did you get here? And where was here? Okay, okay, panicking was going to do you no good. Your breathing slowed as you tried to calm yourself down, simply take everything in. Turning your view down your left arm, a needle was stuck inside it that led to an IV bag. You went to go pull it out when suddenly, the door swung open, and in rushed a blonde man, middle aged, with sunglasses and a brown leather jacket.

You instinctively pulled back in fear. "Wh…who are y-" "It's okay, Bell, it's just me. It's Adler." He interrupted as he slowly moved towards you with his hands up. Adler? Oh, of course. Adler, your old friend. You've known each other for years. Fought together. Bled together. Been through the hell of Vietnam together. "Adler?" You frettingly looked to him, staring into his deep blue eyes. "Yeah, kid, it's me. I'm here." He placed his hand on top of yours. You instantly felt soothed by his presence.

"Wh..what happened? Where are we?" You questioned, never breaking eye contact. "You're in a hospital, Bell. That fall took you out of commission for a while, but you're alright now. If you can't remember much right now, that's okay, it'll all come back." You slowly nodded along. This was a lot to take in, but just knowing Adler was there for you kept you calm. "And you're back just in time too." He continued. "You remember Perseus? That soviet operative we were hunting in Da Nang? He's active again, and he's planning something big. He's gonna do a lot of damage, hurt a lot of innocent people, if we don't stop him." Perseus, that's right. The CIA's analysts consider him to be the single largest threat to the free world. That scared you a little. Were you really capable enough to stop him?

You hoped you weren't showing your fear on your face, but Adler must've picked up on it. Somehow your eye contact got even more intense as he leaned in ever so slightly closer to you. "We have a job to do." As he said that, every ounce of stress, fear, and anxiety was simply washed away, replaced only by a powerful sense of purpose. You and Adler, the ultimate team, ready to do your job to save the world better than anybody else ever could. "Let's do it." You beamed up at him as you slid your feet off of the bed, standing up with a slight stumble. That fall must've really hurt, it was still a bit painful to walk. "Here, lean on me." Adler offered as he swung your right arm over his shoulders. You both trudged out of the room, with a wide grin on your face, ready for anything.

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June 8, 1984

11:31 A.M.

"I don't get it. What the hell did they want at Yamantau, and why blow it up afterwards?" You quizzed Park, not shifting your eyes away from the satellite photos of the destroyed base pinned to the board. "We're not entirely sure what they wanted there, but the theory is that they intended to make it look like we destroyed it, prompting blame from the Soviet government." That got you to turn your head. "Did it work?" "As far as we can tell, no. If they never said anything about what happened in '81, or '68 for that matter, it's not likely they will this time." You smirked, glad that something was going your way after nearly two months of nothing.

"At least one of them has the decency to show us his face this time around." You muttered, inching closer to the board, eyes focused on a security camera picture of a caucasian man in heavy armor, with brown eyes and a full beard. "Do we have an identity?" You called back to Park. "Roman Gray, otherwise known as Knight." She began to debrief you. "Born in Ireland in '37, enlisted in the Irish army at 18, but in '63 he was dishonorably discharged. He was recruited by MI6 in '65, and four years ago, they also dismissed him. In both cases, due to rash, violent, and impulsive behavior." You paced in a circle as you took it all in. "Hm…and now it sounds like he's on some 'mighty revenge crusade.'"

As you mocked him, your view shifted to another photograph. A girl with a bodysuit and a half face mask, blonde hair shaved at the sides with the rest of it pulled back and tied into a braid. Something about her entranced you, as you inched up to fill your view with her photo, raking your eye over every detail, again and again. "What about her?" You quizzed Park. "Freya Helvig, known as Wraith. Born in Norway in 1952. In '78 she joined the NIS, only to leave them in '81 for Perseus." She disclosed, then paused for a moment.

"What is it?" She took note of your intense interest, coming up to stand next to you. Good question, what was it about her? "I dunno…I guess...I guess she's kinda cute." You turned back to Park. Her only response was a cocked eyebrow, paired with a wild smirk. "I-I mean in a 'supervillain who wants to destroy the world' kind of way." Her grin only grew as you sputtered out your cheap justifications, sitting back down.

Shaking it off, you turned around to sit at the table, across from Park. "Something else that's confusing me." You uttered. "Verdansk is right at the base of the mountain, why put a giant red flag over your position like that? I mean, we know that Adler's there, but they don't know we know that." Park gazed off, losing herself to thought. "At least, I don't think they do." You tacked on quietly. It was quiet for a few moments longer. "Acceptable risk on their part?" She finally offered. If that was the case, that didn't imply good things for Adler or the rest of you.

"I just wish we had something concrete." You bemoaned as you puffed out an exaggerated exhale. "Ask and you shall receive!" Sims called over to both of you, striding into the main room alongside Hudson and Woods. "We got him." Woods announced triumphantly, grinning at you as they began taking files and documents from a case book, pinning them to the board. They found him? For real this time? All of your senses went to full alert as you stood back up.

As they finished organizing the board, Sims and Woods backed away from it as Hudson turned to face all of you. “As Woods said, we believe we have confirmation on Adler’s location.” Hudson started. “Stitch is holding him in the hospital in Verdansk. That's the good news. Trouble is, we don’t know where in the building exactly.” “I’m c-” Yes, Bell, I’m permitting you to go.” He shot down your interruption. “Not that I could stop you if I tried.” He muttered, prompting a smirky huff from you.

“Park, Sims, you’re the chopper team, Woods and Bell are the ground team. Our plan is to fly the ground team over the building, fast rope in and infiltrate from the roof, sweep and clear the building until you find him. Chopper team holds position circling the building until the ground team gives the signal for pick up. From there you’ll be touching down at the West Berlin safehouse. We don’t know what condition he’ll be in, and in the worst case scenario bringing him there is better. Any questions?”

“When do we leave?” You immediately spat out. “Six hours. Anything else?” Silence. Hudson nodded. “Pack your bags. Bring our boy home.” You all split off to go get prepared.

As you darted off to your room, your mind was filled with a single thought, looping again and again: "I will save you this time."

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June 10, 1984

9:57 P.M.

Having to endure the monotony of the helicopter ride was driving you up the walls. The only noise besides the drone of the engine and the blades slicing the air were the sounds of your M60 as you excessively checked it again and again. Click-thump as you slid the bolt back and forth, fwip as you flicked up the cover, running your finger over all the exposed bullets in the belt, clack as you knocked the cover back down. Click-thump, fwip, clack. Click-thump, fwip, clack. Click-thump, fwip,-"That trigger finger of yours a little itchy, Bell?" Sims quipped, pushing the microphone of his headset closer to his mouth. Clack. "Something like that." You muttered in response. Even with a microphone, you'd be surprised if he heard you.

"Get ready to use it then!" Woods blurted. "We're approaching the hospital!" The chopper slowly drifted to a halt over the roof as Woods yanked open the sliding door. "Standby for greenlight." The pilot instructed, and a moment later the cabin interior light turned green. "Down the rope!" Woods shouted out, grabbing hold and sliding out of view. You weren't a beat behind him, sliding down as quickly as the laws of physics would allow you. The weight of your gun certainly didn't help your ankles in the landing, as you touched down with an audible wince. It didn't matter though. You were down, and Adler was here somewhere.

"Bell, on me. We search room for room, floor by floor, until we find him." Woods commanded as you both hustled over to a locked door that led to the third floor. Kicking it in, you found only a few storage and maintenance items scattered about, and a stairway down to the lower levels, where they kept the patients. You both scampered down in a hurry, punting open the door to the third floor and being met with gunfire not a second later, pulling back before it could touch either of you. "Flash!" You called out, swiftly tossing in a stun grenade and waiting until BANG. The chamber momentarily became infinitely brighter, and as you popped out of cover and started cutting down hostiles, a distant ringing permeated your hearing.

Once all the hostiles had been put down and the ringing had stopped, you and Woods checked all the rooms on the floor. Nothing. And not just no Adler, there was nobody else at all. Sure, Perseus had some reach, but how'd they manage to take over an entire hospital for a city this size? Before you got too far lost in that thought train, you refocused. Adler.

You both made your way back to the staircase and down to the second floor. This time you threw in the flash as you kicked in the door. Good planning on your part, as there were about twice as many shooters on this floor. Still not a problem for you, Woods, and a hundred belt-fed full metal jacket rounds. Searching the floor, there was still no sign of Adler. He had to be on the first floor. Had to be.

Rushing down the staircase to the ground floor, your heart rate began to rise, more from fear than anything else. Breaking down the last stairwell door, strangely there were less gunmen compared to the second floor. They must've been banking on you never getting this far down. Between putting down hostiles, you were frantically searching every room you came across, every corner of the building. Eventually the only section left was the operating rooms in the emergency center. It was down to the last enemy, he was wounded, out of ammo, and out of places to go. Woods grabbed him by the collar, snatching his rifle and tossing it aside. One sidearm bullet to the temple later, there was no one standing in your way.

You both strided into one of the operating rooms in the next chamber. Quickly scanning the room for any more enemies, you found none, but there was one person laying on the operating table. You halted for a second. You almost didn't want to believe it. But stepping closer and looking more carefully at his face, relief flooded over you more strongly by the second. You couldn't help the gigantic smile that you broke into.

"Adler, wake up! We're here for you!" Woods called out to him, trying to shake him out of his exhaustion. "Gah…Woods…?" Adler hazily muttered. "That's right. Come on, up you come." Woods tossed Adler's right arm over his shoulder and brought him to his feet. Filled with adrenaline, you took the lead to escort you all back the way you came. "We gotta get back up. Who knows how much longer we have before they send in reinforcements." You spoke to Woods without looking back at him, but you immediately turned your head back once you heard Adler cry out in pain, seeing him collapse to the floor and taking Woods down with him.

You rushed over and put Adler's left arm over you, simultaneously lifting him back up, continuing to trudge along together. "W-wh…Bell?" It was the first time you'd ever heard him confused. "Yeah, you asshole, it's me. I'm here."

Moving as fast as you could to the helipad, Park and Sims rushed out to help lighten the load. Sims looked ecstatic, though you couldn't say the same for Park. If anything, she looked more relieved upon seeing that you were safe. As you all lifted him into the helicopter, the irony wasn't lost on you that now he was the one being heaved into a chopper for emergency medical attention. You pulled the door shut as you took off, just thankful that your days of searching were over. But now came the big question: What next?

#cod #bo:cw #cold war #bocw #call of duty #black ops cold war #russell adler #frank woods #helen park #lawrence sims #cod bell #sariya petrova #jason hudson #roman knight gray #freya wraith helvig #cod fanfic #black ops cold war fanfiction #cold war: remedy

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whisperingexecutioner · 2 years

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‘’Perseus Seasonal Operators - Numa Numa’’ by BobNetwerkNL

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...I love this X’D - Song is ‘’Dragostea Din Tei’’ by O-Zone

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governors-simp · 2 years

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Me and my friend were playing and Beck wanted in on some of it..

#call of duty cold war #ingo beck #freya wraith helvig #kapano naga vang

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hedgehogsaretheultimatelifeform · 2 years

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Kinktober 2022

Day Nine: Stripping

Freya ‘Wraith’ Helvig x Kaori ‘Kitsune’ Tanaka

This is NSFW, Minors DNI.

Thank you.

“Hey. I didn’t realise anyone else was still awake.” Kitsune dropped into the seat opposite Wraith, chucking the deck of cards back onto the table.

“I don’t like going to sleep drunk.” Wraith sipped her coffee. “Is everyone else really asleep?”

“Well, I couldn’t account for Stitch and Naga, but I didn’t want to go looking for them.” Kitsune sighed, pushing the empty glasses aside so she could put her feet up on the coffee table. “You want to play a game or something?”

“Like what?”

“Cards, I don’t know.”

“You know poker?”

“Of course. Are there chips somewhere?” Kitsune stood up, looking towards the cabinets on the back wall of the room.

“Could just do strip poker.” It took Wraith a minute to realise those words had actually left her mouth, as she felt herself go red. “If, uh. You want.”

“Oh, absolutely.” Kitsune dropped back into her seat, pulling the side table out between her and Wraith, sitting up as she grabbed the pack of cards.

Five rounds in, Wraith was down to her underwear, trying to work out how she’d gone wrong, and what to do next.

“So? You going to fold?” Kitsune had only managed to lose her slippers, grinning at Wraith over her cards.

“Fuck.” Wraith shoved her cards across the table, folding instead of dragging the inevitable out again.

“Nice.” Kitsune started to gather the cards up to shuffle again.

“For you.” Wraith grumbled, reaching up to undo her bra, pausing as a thought crossed her mind. “Hold on. You’re the only one who’s been shuffling and dealing. You’ve been rigging the deck to make me lose!”

Kitsune laughed. “First smart idea you’ve had all night. But no.” She leaned forward, grinning wider. “You’re losing because you’re just not that good at poker.”

“Damn you.”

“You suggested it.”

“I play Knight and Jackal all the time!”

“And who wins then?”

“Mostly Jackal.” Wraith sighed, tossing her bra aside, watching it hit the couch, then slide onto the floor. “We’re going to play until we’re even, so you know.”

“Sure.” Kitsune was unashamedly staring at Wraith’s tits. “But at this rate, we’re going to have to come up with some other forfeit for you.”

Wraith swallowed. The way Kitsune’s eyes were sparkling, she knew that would not be an issue for her. “We’ll see. C’mon, deal.”

#cod bocw #cod cold war #cod wraith #cod kitsune #freya wraith helvig #kaori kitsune tanaka #wraith x kitsune #kinktober 2022 #kinktober

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internetmisfitsworld · 8 months

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I know Call of Duty Mobile comics are not canon (at least to my knowledge), but it's nice to see some crumbs of Makarov contents. Most importantly, there's a hint of "Makarov being a girl dad" moments in the comic that had me screaming.

We get to see more of his personality, though some of it were a bit OOC to me. But most of the time, they got him right. More russian quips and all, something we don't see much back in MW2 and MW3.

His sassy bitchy side. We got glimpse of that back in MW2 and MW3 but in the comics? Deadass he's such a sassy little shit, that at some point I couldn't even be mad at him 😂 .

We also get to see him sort of, kind of, but not really, have this odd sometimes wholesome, mostly questionable, father-daughter vibe with Sophia Couteau. This bit was probably that caught me off guard the most, mostly because we know him as this cold heartless bastard that he is. It was mentioned that he took her in as his protege after her father died. She became part of his crew along with another character Wraith. Funny enough, Sophia even slightly defend Makarov against Dame (her mother) here.

"I know how much you long for big strong parental figure to make things right for you"

"Big Daddy Vladimir" (The way I cackled when I read this line agagahhaha we get it Dame ✋️✋️✋️Makarov is big and strong lmaooo she so real for that)

"As much my mother as Makarov is" (Confirmed. Makarov is mother 💅🏻)

Anyway, back on the topic.

Interestingly, Sophia's father, Edouard "Templar", once tried to kill Makarov. Sooo, you can see why I label Sophia and Makarov father daughter vibe as "questionable", since well... it's Makarov we're talking here. Trusting Makarov is a deathwish.

So, what was Makarov's intention of taking Sophia, whose father tried to kill him, under his care?

Personally, I believe there's a thin line between genuine care and using her for his own cause. I do believe he initially took her in to use her for his personal agenda. But overtime, he grew to care for her a little bit. Maybe he sees himself in her, reminding him back in his days when Zakhaev took him in (different circumstances but still there's similarities). But of course, I don't believe his growing care for her diminished any thought of using her as a pawn for him to use. But damn it he did had me thinking that he genuinely, truly cared for her.

Another thought I had is that, he might took her in because he sees it as some kind of twisted way to get back at Edouard? Maybe he thought; "You tried to kill me? Imma steal yo kid and be a better dad than you then lmfaoo *runs away with adoption paper in his hand*"

But not really though. Considering at the time, Edouard was considered dead (turns out to be alive sometimes later though agaaag this comic really kills me because anyone can never be truly dead). So, him doing this in the name of "getting revenge" on Edouard, is pointless. Unless of course, he's always known Edouard is alive the whole time.

Yeah all in all, it was really a treat to see Makarov being nice and affectionate with someone. A treat and kinda astounding sight too. Especially since we know what he's like in the game agagaa. Like yeah we know who he is and what he is, we know if push comes to shove, he will probably betray Sophia in a heartbeat. But still, it's heartwarming to see their interaction.

Makarov Parenting 101: Gives manipulation tactics advice

Makarov Parenting 101: Be the first to cover your kid's back. Also, keep your kid's close.

Makarov Parenting 101: Teach your kid your language

(FYI Sophia is French. And yeah I know that it doesn't really mean anything considering that a) it's a pretty simple and common phrase so maybe she doesn't really know russian and only knows a couple of phrase or b) maybe she learned the language herself. But still, it's fun to consider that maybe she pick it up from Makarov. Bet she learned a few curse words as well 🤣 Mak disapproves at first but overtime he finds it amusing and snickers whenever she said it)

Makarov Parenting 101: Gives reassurance to your kid (even if you have to lie)

Yeah I'm on the fence on this one, because as much as I want to believe it, part of me have a feeling that he had that family killed. Also,

"I'm not a monster" The audacity of his ass to say this line lol 💀

Bonus:

It's a funny sight to see him helping someone up. Because we know what happened the last time he did that (rip allen you should've never take that hand). Also, he didn't have to help her up. She's more than capable to do that. Not just Wraith but Sophia too. But here he is giving his hand to them. Notice that Sophia was ahead of them, so I'm gonna assume Mak went up first then wait out to help Sophia up the roof then help Wraith. "He really said "I might be a mass murdering psychopathic terrorist but at least I'm a gentleman 👍"

Also another Makarov Parenting 101: Always help your kid up first in high altitude situation.

So yeah. In the comic, they seem to tone him down a little. Shows his light and sometimes dark, humorous side (a nice change though I'm not complaining). A little flirty too ("never darling" "Freya my dear").

"Never, darling" (SWOON GAGAHAHAGA)

#vladimir makarov #call of duty vladimir makarov #call of duty makarov #modern warfare makarov #mw makarov #cod makarov #call of duty sophia couteau #call of duty wraith #call of duty freya helvig #call of duty dame #call of duty cecilia perrin #call of duty edouard couteau #call of duty templar #call of duty mobile

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axelwolf8109 · 2 years

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Rhea should TOTALLY cosplay Freya from Cold War

#wwe #rhea ripley #fryea wraith helvig #call of duty black ops cold war #wraith #freya helvig

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hazard-15 · 7 months

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Call of duty cold war oc information (Bell oc)

[Credit to @shinmiyovvi for post format, this goes for other info/ref posts like this]

Name: Mariana Flores Reyes

Age: 29 (1981) 32 (1984)

Birthday: November 9, 1952

Height: 5’6

Weight: 130.5 lbs

Nationality: American/Boricua

Ethnicity: Hispanic/Latina American

Languages: English, Spanish, German, Russian

Place of Birth: Bronx, New York

Nicknames/Aliases

Flor

Ana

Mari

Rebel (By other Perseus members/friends)

Маленький кролик/ Little Bunny (By Stitch)

My Love (By Stitch)

Bell (By Adler and Co)

Perseus’s little lapdog (Arash)

Affiliations

Soviet Union (Formerly)

Perseus (Formerly, second in command, returns after events of Solovetsky)

CIA (Formerly, implanted memories)

Rank

Commander (Perseus)

Agent (CIA)

Relationships

Family

Alma Reyes (Mother)

Andres Reyes (Father)

Perseus Faction

(Note that these are a few/the most important relationships.)

Nikita "Reaper" Romanov (Best friend, partner)

Vikhor “Stitch” Kuzmin (Romantic interest/lover)

“Perseus” (Leader, father figure)

Kapano “Naga” Vang (Best friend, ally)

Arash Kadivar (Rivial)

Anton Volkov (Former ally)

Freya “Wraith” Helvig (Friend)

Kaori “Kitsune” Tanaka (Friend)

Owethu "Jackal" Mabuza (Friend)

CIA

Russell Adler (Ally to former ally)

Alex Mason (Ally to former ally)

Frank Woods (Ally to former ally)

Helen Park (Ally to former ally)

Eleazor “Lazar” Azoulay (Ally to former ally)

Lawrence Sims (Ally to former ally)

Personality

Underneath that childish facade is a woman filled with insecurities and anxiety that she desperately tries to hide from her fellow Perseus members. She tries to simply make them smile and focuses on her work. (These insecurities and anxiety would bubble up to the surface and have a solid hold on her after learning about MK Ultra, the betrayal of her CIA “allies” and her own betrayal)

Backstory

Mariana is the firstborn and only child of her parents, Alma and Andres. Her parents found themselves in a difficult situation following the second Red Scare, her father was accused of being a communist spy and had most of their rights revoked as a result. Their community shunning them. Andres was later arrested and jailed, where he later died.

Mariana herself was just a baby when all this occurred but she felt the bite of its effects growing up. The shunning of her community, and the badmouthing of her father whom she never met. Her relationship with her own mother was strained. Mariana grew up feeling betrayed by the United States/Capitalists, taking what was basically everything to her before she was even able to form a sentence. It’s what led to her turning to the idea of communism which advertised “equality”, feeling that its lifestyle could provide a better life for not only her but others as well. Using her skills and intelligence, she was able to master the art of cryptology and use that skill to send out an encoded message to any other communist spies in the area. Mariana ends up in contact with one, Nikita who’s a member of Perseus, he has her do some things to see her value and skills and makes mention of her to Perseus himself. She would work up in the ranks before meeting with the leader and later joining his faction.

Trivia/fun-facts

Mariana is known for her signature black lipstick she always wears

Mariana has a tattoo of the Perseus symbol above her right breast/near her collarbone and a snake tattoo on her right arm

Mariana got her facial scars during a mission, a scar on her shoulder from getting shot by Adler, and one on her right arm during a mission as well

While knowing a good bit of Russian, Stitch still gave her some tips

During her time as “Bell”, there was some underlying romantic tension between her and Adler though the two never acted on them. Despite having her memories erased, Mariana was vaguely aware of a man that she was close to and that kept her from acting on any feelings she could’ve had for Adler, ofc that man was Stitch

Mariana also swore that if she wasn’t already aware of her sexuality, Park would’ve been her Bi-Awakening

Mariana has a bit of a New York accent along with a Spanish one

#cod cold war #call of duty cold war #cod black ops cold war #cod bocw #cod bell #bell oc #cod bocw oc #Mariana flores reyes #info post #ref post #my art #my oc

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darkhazard19 · 6 months

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Call of Duty: Black Ops Cold War Bell OC Information:

Name: Mariana Flores Reyes

Age: 29 (1981) 32 (1984)

Birthday: November 9, 1952

Height: 5’6

Weight: 130.5 lbs

Nationality: American/Boricua

Ethnicity: Hispanic/Latina American

Languages: English, Spanish, German, Russian

Place of Birth: Bronx, New York

Nicknames/Aliases

Flor

Ana

Mari

Rebel (By other Perseus members/friends)

Маленький кролик/ Little Bunny (By Stitch)

My Love (By Stitch)

Bell (By Adler and Co)

Perseus’s little lapdog (Arash)

Affiliations

Soviet Union (Formerly)

Perseus (Formerly, second in command, returns after events of Solovetsky)

CIA (Formerly, implanted memories)

Rank

Commander (Perseus)

Agent (CIA)

Relationships

Family

Alma Reyes (Mother)

Andres Reyes (Father)

Perseus Faction

(Note that these are a few/the most important relationships.)

Nikita “Reaper” Romanov (Best friend, partner)

Vikhor “Stitch” Kuzmin (Romantic interest/lover)

“Perseus” (Leader, father figure)

Kapano “Naga” Vang (Best friend, ally)

Arash Kadivar (Rivial)

Anton Volkov (Former ally)

Freya “Wraith” Helvig (Friend)

Kaori “Kitsune” Tanaka (Friend)

Owethu "Jackal" Mabuza (Friend)

CIA

Russell Adler (Ally to former ally)

Alex Mason (Ally to former ally)

Frank Woods (Ally to former ally)

Helen Park (Ally to former ally)

Eleazor “Lazar” Azoulay (Ally to former ally)

Lawrence Sims (Ally to former ally)

Personality

Mariana is a childish goofball but can be serious when need be. She’s a highly intelligent and fiercely loyal woman who seeks a sense of belonging. She’s always eager to make new friends and her goofball-like personality helps her put a smile on almost anyone's face. Underneath that childish facade is a woman filled with insecurities and anxiety that she desperately tries to hide from her fellow Perseus members. She tries to simply make them smile and focuses on her work. (These insecurities and anxiety would bubble up to the surface and have a solid hold on her after learning about MK Ultra, the betrayal of her CIA “allies” and her own betrayal)

Backstory

Andres was later arrested and jailed, where he later died. Mariana herself was just a baby when all this occurred but she felt the bite of its effects growing up. The shunning of her community, and the badmouthing of her father whom she never met. Her relationship with her own mother was strained.

Mariana grew up feeling betrayed by the United States/Capitalists, taking what was basically everything to her before she was even able to form a sentence. It’s what led to her turning to the idea of communism which advertised “equality”, feeling that its lifestyle could provide a better life for not only her but others as well.

Using her skills and intelligence, she was able to master the art of cryptology and use that skill to send out an encoded message to any other communist spies in the area. Mariana ends up in contact with one, Nikita who’s a member of Perseus, he has her do some things to see her value and skills and makes mention of her to Perseus himself. She would work up in the ranks before meeting with the leader and later joining his faction.

Trivia/fun-facts

Mariana is known for her signature black lipstick she always wears

Mariana has a tattoo of the Perseus symbol above her right breast/near her collarbone and a snake tattoo on her right arm

Mariana got her facial scars during a mission, a scar on her shoulder from getting shot by Adler, and one on her right arm during a mission as well

While knowing a good bit of Russian, Stitch still gave her some tips

Mariana also swore that if she wasn’t already aware of her sexuality, Park would’ve been her Bi-Awakening

#cod cold war #call of duty cold war #black ops cold war #cod bocw #bocw #mariana flores reyes #bell oc #cod bell #cod bocw oc #my oc #my art #oc info #info post

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luminescenthunter · 2 years

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This is for the ask game you reblogged! 001 for Call of Duty CW :D

Sorry this took so long, but thanks for the ask! :D Game here for ref if anyone else wants to send!!!: [link]. I'll put most under a read more for user courtesy~ I'll use both campaign and non-campaign for this to make it easier for some questions since there wouldn't be enough characters otherwise. •Favorite character: Helen Park! Zombies/multiplayer being considered is tougher. I think Dr. Grey would be at the top spot, and then (in no particular order) Helen Park, Samantha Maxis and Kaori "Kitsune" Tanaka would follow closely after. Yirina Portnova is here, too, but going just on canon content I'd have to put her last. She has, like, a thimble of canon content ;v; Although Kaori is technically in a similar position as Yirina, Kaori's background file is more expansive, she was featured in some multiplayer related story cutscenes and she was given a *ton* of personality in multiplayer and zombies!

•Least favorite: Hmmm... Adler? If I'm only picking from characters I actually have a particular opinion on, anyway. Otherwise we'd get a whole list going!!! Now, don't get me wrong, he's really well done and I actually appreciate him as a character. But I hate him soooooo much! XD 10/10 would punch in the face.

•Five ships (canon or non-canon): In no particular order... 1) Dr. Grey x Samantha Maxis (c) 2) Helen Park x Yirina Portnova (n-c) 3) Freya "Wraith" Helvig x Kaori "Kitsune" Tanaka (n-c) 4) Helen Park x Bell (n-c) 5) Yirina Portnova x Bell (n-c)???

•Character I find most attractive: Ohmygoooood you can't do this to meee ;O; You can't make me choose!!! I mean, if I was gonna make it easier on myself and it was just the main campaign cast, then for sure Helen Park. Out of everyone? I literally can't choose. But Kaori Tanaka is UP THERE.

•Character I would marry: Dr. Grey, hands down. I meeeean, I love everyone else, too. But uh... thinking realistically? I think I'd jive with her better. She's just so genuinely sweet and kind (etc) and I feel like she would be the best match for me out of everyone else. As much as I love the others.

•Character I would be best friends with: Dr. Grey for sure. I'd love to be besties with Sam, too...

•Random thought: I am *very* sad that Jada Powers, a playable operator for multiplayer and zombies, doesn't have more attention. She has one of the most intriguing background stories out of the "starter" operators for either side. I *desperately* want to know what the truth is. Is she an implant to spy on the USSR for the CIA? Or was she actually a spy at the CIA for the USSR that got discovered and fled???

•Unpopular opinion: I don't understand the thirst of either Adler OR Perseus within the fandom. Or other characters like Volkov.

•My canon OTP: Greysam (Dr. Elizabeth Grey x Samantha Maxis)

•My non-canon OTP: Helen Park x Yirina Portnova

•Most badass character: Samantha Maxis, hands down. She has a major advantage though, being a kickass lesbian with psychic powers. Runner up would maybe be either Helen or Kaori? Freya is pretty cool too though...

•Most epic villain: The most clear-cut, villain from CW would have to be the Director, from the zombies storyline! So he'll be my answer for this question. However, the narrative for the campaign is so well done– I don't even know where to start. But there's no "one villain".

•Pairing I'm not a fan of: Adler x Bell. I'll spare you the rant, though!

•Character I feel the writers screwed up (in one way or another): Honestly? I can't think of anyone. However, not that they screwed up, but I'm really sad that Sam got the ending she did in zombies. If anyone deserves a happy ending... Sam is. (Dr. Grey too of course.)

•Favourite friendship: This is a tough one... Does Sam and Notso (her dog) count? XD I have a soft spot for Notso and haven't had a chance to mention her yet.

•Character I most identify with: Hmm.. another tough one... honestly I'm not sure??? I find that I don't often *identify* with characters. So instead, in terms of just relating to a character, I suppose I'd relate the most to Dr. Grey? It's a lot to get into, This is pretty personal, but I often feel like I'm an "outsider", like Dr. Grey, for a variety of reasons. Always have.

Samantha Maxis feels pretty gender though too, ngl. At least in her Dark Aether outfit.

•Character I wish I could be: Oh man, from Cold War? Honestly? NONE OF THEM. Listen I love them so much but ohmygod I do not envy any of them!!! XD

#casper answers #ask games #long post

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