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efingcod · 2 months
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THIS IS NOT A JUDGMENT.
It's just a hot-button issue within the fandom, and I'm just genuinely curious about the numbers. Please reblog for a bigger sample size! If you want to put your answer in the tags, feel free, but of course, you don't have to.
I wanted to ask more detailed questions about the games played, but I only had a limited amount of questions. I might make another poll about what games you play or what you play for. CoD Zombies fans, I see you, and I love you.
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umbranarts · 3 months
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Brian bloom as Captain Nick Reyes 😫🤌🏼
WHY TF IS HE SO HOT?!!!!!! 🥵
Ps: that’s also Keegan Russ under the mask btw
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Request for @cumikering <3 hope you like it!
Nora Salter from COD: Infinite Warfare
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cumikering · 6 months
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Nick Reyes x reader
1.2k | whump, fluff The Stars Listened: How Infinite Warfare should have ended (bc my heart can’t handle it)
Five. Mere five survived out of the 767 men and women that day.
That's less than 7%, which was about the same chances of recovery of the sort of coma Nick was in. You didn't hear the doctor too well in the empty hospital hall as the world fell silent and your vision blurred.
On May 8th, Nick and his valiant crew assaulted the SDF shipyard in Mars’ orbit. Lt. Nora Salter fired on his position on his command and the breach pulled him out of the control centre. He tried reaching his crew, but shrapnel cracked his helmet and suffocated him. Kloos reached him just before space took him.
You stayed at the hospital where Salter, Kloos, Boats and Brooks did too for observation. You’d only met Salter, and getting to know the other three allowed you a miniscule relief from your cruel mind. You bought them their favourite foods, any comfort item and assisted them how you could.
You could only imagine how much their souls tore to lose hundreds of their brothers and sisters-in-arms. Yet they were beyond kind to you about your bereavement as if they weren’t suffering in their own way too. For that, you couldn’t thank them enough.
But one by one they were discharged, yet Nick laid still, his scruff grew heavier - the sight unfamiliar as he preferred clean shaven. You enjoyed assisting him in achieving the look, like you often did on Sundays after a breakfast of pancakes – his favourite.
For days on end, the TV droned on and on about the victory, about the 767 heroes of the Earth, about Nick Reyes the commander of the UNSA Retribution. Reasonably, it was all the people cared about. There might be peace, but it meant nothing to you without him.
Outside, the sky darkened, dull and starless. The air hung heavy, looming. Time stood its ground, expanding infinitely and May 8th felt far further behind than it was. Your thoughts ate at you, your mind whirring relentlessly as his chances dissolved with each hour. The ticking of the clock echoed like a premonition.
Nick had always been a wonderer. A devotee of the unknown, of space - loved the moons, planets and constellations. He told you to look up to the sky when you missed him, promised he’d always be there somewhere among the glimmering stars even if your eyes didn’t meet. Each time he came home, he brought a photo and pointed at the radiant star he spoke to about you, keeping him company. It made him less lonely in the vacuum.
You turned to your lover. That day even that he was next to you, he’d never been more unreachable. He was more tubes than man regardless how many hours you sat by him, no matter how many cards and flowers and wishes people of Geneva brought him. You couldn’t be prouder of how widely he was loved, yet the weight didn’t budge.
You would have done anything to tell him again how much he meant to you, just one last time.
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Nick woke on the fifth day. It was a finger at first, a twitch of an eyebrow, then his toes. Medical personnel crowded him as he took in his surroundings. Your tears of joy poured when you met his weak smile. His eyes twinkled all the same despite the fatigued gaze.
You could finally breathe. Colour crept back, the chains around your chest gave away. He was there. He was back. The stars listened.
Days later, the late afternoon glow poured through the large windows of your home. You led Nick to the couch, fabric warm from the sunlight. He winced as he lifted his hoodie off. You pulled it over his head, his shirt under rode up to reveal the fading evidence of his injuries.
"Stay," he said, tugging you to sit by him. He carefully laid his head on your lap, avoiding his bruises. He sighed. "Finally some alone time with you. I've missed you so much.”
You caressed his face, taking in the fine lines of his face, the way his lips curved, his bright, gentle eyes. “I missed you too, Nick. It’s not home without you.”
"Do you remember our first date? I was on your lap like this too, looking up to the prettiest smile ever. You made me fall so fast.”
You chuckled. “Of course I remember. You’ve always been so smooth.”
“Only for you, my little star.”
Already, life slipped back to the good days. Just the two of you, looking at each other, safe in your own little sphere.
“You know, when I told Salter to fire, I had you in mind. I was ready to die, but I didn’t. I watched the shots, like fireworks in the darkest sky. I thought about my parents, my crew. Gibson, Mac, Omar… My heart was so full, so proud of what we did, thinking of coming home to you.
“When my helmet broke, I wondered what you’d feel when you finally read my farewell letter, when my death is not just a worry. Then my memory played backwards. I remembered your laugh, our last dinner, our anniversary, first trip, first date... My chest burnt, but I wanted to see you again more than I wanted to breathe. You were all I could think about.”
You didn't realise you were crying until a tear fell on his cheek.
“I love you, Nick. I haven’t said it enough.”
“Was it not you I heard when I was out? You said it wasn’t my time yet, said you love me a million times. Some would say that’s plenty, but I’ll never get tired of hearing it.” He smiled, reaching to wipe your tears away. “Thanks for staying with me.”
You leaned into his touch, eyes shut. “It’s nothing you ever need to thank me for.”
“With how much we destroyed, SDF won’t be a threat for at least decades. It’s what I’ve always wanted when I volunteered. But more than that, I want this with you. This is for you, for us.”
“Do you think if we wish hard enough, we’ll have a forever?” you whispered.
“We can try, but I’m already beyond grateful of this sliver of time with you, from now to whenever it is. It might just be a speck in the infinity of the universe, but it’s the entirety of my soul in ours.” He brought your hand to his lips. “I love you, always. No matter where I go.”
A tear fell again. You looked out the window at kids running down the street, wind danced in their hair, giggling like the war in the skies was but a distant nightmare. Maybe there would be a generation that couldn’t imagine it, untouched by the horrors of loss. Maybe even one or two of your own.
“Want to help me shave?”
You turned to him. His eyes were the warmest oceans, gleaming in the sun.
You smiled. “It is Sunday.”
@sofasoap @b1rds3ye
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supersonictalan · 3 months
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TELL ME THIS ISNT TRUE
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cod-dump · 1 year
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Could you imagine Price and the others were transported to another one of the CoD games, like Infinite Warfare?
(Honestly I see the game being cut in half because Price and Soap would just instantly go to the guy and shoot him)
Price and Soap would honestly cut any game in half. Also imagining them in SPACE?? Hello, I would pay good money for that! Though I wonder of they would be a part of SCAR or if 141 has their own standing in Infinite Warfare.
Excuse me while I go back to Infinite Warfare and imagine the 141 boys in the mix
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the-8-of-spades · 6 months
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Call of Duty has had so many chances to create something really unique and original and just,,, not. Like, Vanguard was a WWII game and they wanted to keep the gunsmith and MW style killstreaks, and instead of leaning into it and going full alternate history dieselpunk they just,,, made a shitty generic ww2 game?
Cold War's campaign was a genuinely interesting and unique spy thriller. I would have watched it as a movie. Since playing it I've noticed the distinct lack of first person spy thriller games. Like can you imagine an open world spy game set in Cold War Berlin?? If it wasn't CoD this game would have set off so many copycats! But did they do anything with that concept elsewhere, say, co-op infiltration multiplayer, stealth based game modes, etc? Nope! Just the same multiplayer sandbox every CoD game has had since the Modern Warfare reboot, and the campaign was written off by the gaming world at large because it was CoD and the part that people actually care about stayed exactly the same.
It's so disheartening that this franchise with so much money and so many incredible programmers and writers (yes writers Advanced Warfare, Infinite Warfare, and every Black Ops game have all had stories that can go toe to toe with the likes of Arkane, Obsidian, Naughty Dog, etc) behind it is too afraid to take any kind of risk or make anything that's memorable in favor of the safe option of yearly iterations of the same thing.
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(I tried something scenic lol)
(I know nothing about Infinite Warfare come back later)
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pinkiestpink · 1 month
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Unironically this is the hottest character design ever all it needs is boobs I think
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onionaria · 2 years
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efingcod · 2 months
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*"I believe the characters are representative of certain archetypes and I can glean what I need from that" (Why aren't these answers longer?!)
My intention with this poll is to satisfy my own curiosity. So far on my previous poll, 68ish people have answered: "I have no intention to play or watch" the CoD games. I personally can't create without the strong emotional connection I get from canon, so I'd love to know how it works for someone who hasn't engaged in a piece of media but creates for it. I did my best to think of reasons why someone might do that, I hope I covered everything without sounding like an ass.
Please DO NOT use my poll to harass or send hateful messages to anyone. That is not my intent with this poll. This is for SCIENCE. That's why the comments are off.
Please reblog for a larger sample size!
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funy-dog · 1 year
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pictures of videogame men: a continuing post
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Whiterun Guard (Skyrim)
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E3N (Call Of Duty: Infinite Warfare)
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Alex Yiik (YIIK: A Post-Modern RPG)
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DIO (JoJo's Bizarre Adventure: All Star Battle)
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Sniper (Team Fortress 2)
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Nick Reyes from Infinite Warfare, as requested by @cumikering
Obviously it's just a lookalike, but I tried my best! Hope you like it <3
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castiellos · 8 months
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Still trying to get my hands on COD MWII…everywhere I go it’s sold out??? I need to console myself playing COD Infinite Warfare again….
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aristaeusslinky · 8 months
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poindexter
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whitephoenix81 · 9 months
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Anyone else think that CoD Infinite Warfare's campaign feels very reminiscent of Mass Effect 3?
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