#ocs: riley shepard

[aceghosts]

Five Songs, Three Outfits

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RULES: post 5 songs associated with your oc, followed by 3 outfits they would wear. (Because I'm a weirdo, I did this for all my OCs.)

Blue Murphy

Rocky Mountain High by John Denver

Now he walks in quiet solitude, the forests and the streams/Seeking grace in every step he takes/His sight has turned inside himself to try and understand/The serenity of a clear blue mountain lake

Raise Hell by Brandi Carlisle

You have a mind to keep me quiet/And although you can try/Better men have hit their knees/And bigger men have died

The World Ender by Lord Huron

I'm the World Ender, baby, and I'm back from the grave/They can run for their lives, but they cannot be saved/I'm the World Ender, baby, and I'm coming for them/They put me in the ground, but I'm back from the dead

Elijah by Matthew and the Atlas

Wish you could have talked to me/Found another way to be/Living hard don't sound so good/It's hard to get out of the wood

Elijah, you're too young to be lost/Elijah, don't fade out on the cross

Up the Wolves by The Mountain Goats

There's bound to be a ghost at the back of your closet/No matter where you live/There'll always be a few things, maybe several things/That you're going to find really difficult to forgive/There's gonna come a day when you feel better/You'll rise up free and easy on that day

Rooney Shepard

Uneven Odds by Sleeping at Last

Maybe your light is a seed/And the darkness, the dirt/In spite of the uneven odds/Beauty lifts from the earth

Too Close/Too Late by Spiritbox

Stranger things I've learned on the outside/Separated by an open door/I find it hard to reach the end of my timeline/Salivating 'cause I wanted more/Is this the end or is this the beginning?

I know where I wanna go/But it's too close/And it's too late this time/I know where I wanna go/But it's too close/And it's too late this time

The Foundations of Decay My Chemical Romance

You must fix your heart/And you must build an altar where it swells/When the storm it gains, and the sky it rains/Let it flood, let it flood, let it wash away/And as you stumble through your last crusade/Will you welcome your extinction in the morning rays?

Jaded by Spiritbox

And I've always been ashamed that I wanna/Fall into a dream with my honour desecrated/Blood is jaded/I've never found a way to be honest/All I know is a place where I haunted memories faded/Blood is jaded

The Altar/Mary by Silverstein

At the base of the ivory tower/The bodies pile up/Lured you with a future but it won't exist/Shame you for a failure that they won't admit/Somebody has to die as a warning to the rest/Shut up and get in line, take what you can get

Hunter Delaney

Throne by Bring Me the Horizon

So you can throw me to the wolves/Tomorrow I will come back, leader of the whole pack/Beat me black and blue/Every wound will shape me, every scar will build my throne

Alone in a Room by Asking Alexandria

All I needed was the last thing I wanted/To sit alone in a room and say it all out loud/Every moment, every second, every trespass/Every awful thing, every broken dream/A couple years back and forth with myself in a cage

Little Wonder by Architects feat. Mike Kerr

I wanna sing you a different song, one that's easier to swallow/(Everything is fuckin' fine)/We can dance, we can all sing along/We can say how we all wanna be saved, but it's еasier to follow

BFG Division by Mike Gordon

All My Life by Attack Attack!

You blinded my eyes now for way too long/Well I thought we were friends, but you proved me wrong/You got in my head with the things that you said/And you left me a mess now to top it off

There's one of us here without virtue/Look in the mirror, don't want to/You're keeping me down for your debut/But your reign is through

Sawyer Beaumont

Houdini by Foster the People

When I feel kinda bad and don't want to stress/I just pass it off on ability/Well, you got what you want and what you never knew/Perfect gift from me to you

Iscariot by Walk the Moon

Perhaps I lack some foresight (Should have known)/But, brother, you were so right/Sure as the setting sun/You can't trust just anyone

Own Worst Enemy by Robert DeLong

Always feeling like I made a mistake like I'm dropping the ball/Found the worst thing to say, ya/Never feeling like I'm getting ahead like I'm doing my best/'Cause someone did better

Firestorm by SIAMES

Now hold your horses/Why do you have to go down that road?/Get back on your tracks/No good can resist so much wrong/How bad you want it?/And how bad you need what is not your fault?

Canon by OVERWERK

Blake Maddox

a new moral low ground by Architects

One love for your enemy/Two steps from the edge of your sanity/Three strikes for the cavalry/You cut me close to the bone/Four walls that you'll never see/Five waits for a taste of humanity/Six feet, what a travesty/You cut me close to the bone

New Dawn Fades by Joy Division

An angry voice and one who cried/We'll give you everything and more/The strain's too much, can't take much more/Oh, I've walked on water, run through fire/Can't seem to feel it anymore

Final Girl by CHVRCHES

In the final cut/In the final scene/There's a final girl/Does she look like me?/In the final cut/In the final scene/There's a final girl/And you know that she should be screaming now

Hurt by Wage War

It still hurts/I can never seem to find the right words/I guess it's still the way the world turns/You break me, forsake me and show me everything that I can never be/It still hurts/It feels like everything just gets worse/But I can't be the only one at ends with this/To live until I've learned

Violent Delights by CHVRCHES

And these violent delights/Keep creeping into my nights/And they're reading my rites/And I'll never sleep alone again

Riley Callahan

The Faster The Treadmill by I Fight Dragons

Every time I say what I want to be/Someone says that's not how it's going to be/Come on, baby, quit your dreaming/Grab your things, the train is leaving/Time to pick that somewhere you want to go/Get there quick or drown in the undertow/Come on, baby, time is wasting/Choose a wheel and get to racing

Miracle Mile by Cold War Kids

Get outside, get all over the world/You learn to love what you get in return/It may be permanent, it may be peace of mind/But you have to slow down and breathe one breath at a time

Wanderlust by Valiant Hearts

Oh, I'll walk to the edge of the world/If it means I can chase this feeling one more time/I'll scream from the top of my lungs/From the mountain tops my body could never climb/I'll stare into the great unknown/Until the mesmer has overfilled my mind

The Hymn by FLOYA

Let my journey change me/I wanna see where the stars might lead me/I feel the heat envelop my heart/Setting sail for a new shore (New shore)/To find the light in my soul

Shy Away by Twenty One Pilots

Shed your modesty/Don't circle the track/Just break the cycle in half/And leave your skin on the floor

Emerson Wright

Doomsday by Architects

Souls don't break, they bend/But I sometimes forget/I have to do this for you/And the only way out is through/Yeah, death is an open door

The Summit by Spiritbox

I could not go on/Break me down and hold me 'til the dawn/Poison is the purposeful, it's gone/Desperate to find that beating heart/And run

Fighting Gravity by Of Mice and Men

If everything is where it's supposed to be/Then why does space just feel so incomplete?/If everything is made to fall into place/Why am I always fighting gravity?

Goliath by Architects feat. Simon Neil

Bury your head in the sand/Soon you'll be feeling the fangs/So sleep with two eyes open/'Cause jackals live by the candlelight

Me Against Myself by Wage War

Feel like I'm a broken shell/Hard to lie when you're overwhelmed/It still hurts when you're numb/Every walk becomes a run/It's getting hard to hold on/When you come undone

(For context, whenever I think of Emerson's style, it's directly inspired by Kurt Cobain.)

Dallas Warden (AKA Bellamy)

Take What You Want by Flight Paths

And it finally came the day/I start giving my heart away/For Heaven's sake, my bones will break/But you'll never own my soul, no

Rotoscope by Spiritbox

I can't take back the skeletons that haunt me frame by frame/I can rapture the imprints sent to bore into my brain/And I know that I feel the end is imminent

How long have I felt this way? Sign of the times/Shadows sway to light up my life/Trace the answers, tears have never made me/Change from violent delights

Perseus by Local Dialect

Salt by the Devil Wears Prada feat. Dayseeker

Some days I think I'm afraid of my shadow/I show up to fight at all the wrong battles/And I don't think my mind will be right 'til I/Pour the salt into the wound

Take Me First by Bad Omens

I lie to myself like it's not too late/Convinced the past can still be changed/We know it's gone, but I can't move on/I want to rewind, but it just replays

#tag games #Blue Murphy #Commander Rooney Shepard #I won't let fear compromise who I am #Hunter Delaney #Sawyer Beaumont #Blake Maddox #Emerson Wright #Riley Callahan #Bellamy #Dallas Warden #i love how most of my ocs wear neutral colors #and then BAM! Sawyer with the bright colors #it doesn't really fit their universe #but I like to think that Sawyer does it purposely to stand out

[babygirl-riley]

The General

The Task Force has found General Shepard, executed a plan to get him into custody. Allison struggles on bringing him alive.

Warnings: Violence, Mentions of Torture, Blood, Little of PTSD, and Swearing

I woke up with a small groan, my body a bit sore from last night events. I moved a bit feeling someone else near me, I froze for a moment. When I looked over it was Simon…He was actually asleep, I listened to his breathing. Soft and quiet, his back was lifting softly up and down. He never usually stayed after him and I fucking. Let alone asleep, he has told me he never really gets any sort of sleep.

His brown hair was messed up from the last nights activities. I smiled and wrapped my arms around his back, kissing his shoulder blades. He moved slightly before moaning, turning to face me. His eyes were groggily, trying to open. “What time is it?”

“0630,” I mumbled as I turned to get up. I felt that sweet pain in between my thighs. He did wreck the fuck out of me. After the first round I went down on him for appreciation then well we fucked once more. However we needed to get up and get you out. How long were you asleep?” I got out of bed.

He sat up running a hand through his hair. “Not long, 30 minutes.”

I frowned, I didn’t like that he never gets sleep. But 30 minutes is 30 minutes. He moved out from the sheets, my heart fluttered just to see him naked, exposed, he trusted me enough to be this way. It took him awhile to get that point. I don’t know if it was from the sex, getting his back on missions, or even Las Almas. Maybe all the above? He wasn’t smiling but he looked relaxed. “I’m sorry.” I said while grabbing my bra and underwear.

“Eh.” He said before getting dressed as well. There was a comfortable silence between us as we both got dressed for the day.

Letting my mind wonder…I couldn’t get the way he called me baby last night, just how he said it. It made butterflies form in my tummy. I pushed that aside not wanting him to realize what I was thinking. Or feeling. Or how red I will turn. I wanted to say something but I knew if I did he would shut down.

Simon picked up his mask and slipped it on. He was already almost dressed. “Price wants us in the meeting hall. I will see you there?” He slipped on his jeans bucking the belt.

I smiled at him. “Yes sir I will see you there.”

Simon chuckled walking over to the door. “Yes sir,” He repeated. “See you there Fox.” As he perked his head out and nodded at me walking out.

I just chuckled back finishing up getting ready, before walking out myself. “You know,” I snapped my head to see my sister. “For a 6”4’ huge ass man he is pretty sneaky.”

“Fuck off.” I sighed walking to where Price was wanting us to me.

“Did you guys…”

“Drop it Kat.” I snapped looking over at her as she walked along side me.

“Okay,” She said putting her hands up. “Price asked me to be part of your boy band.”

“And?”

“Nikolai will be teaching me the ropes of flying you guys.” Kat sounded cocky about it. Which usually happens when she gets a promotion.

“Welcome to the team.” I said smirking over at her. She just smiled back.

We all were standing around the table watching Price carefully. He was tense. I mean he was always tense but more tense. We watched as the screen had Laswell appear on it. “Sorry I had to go back home, wife emergencies,” She sighed before she continued. “We found Shepard.”

That last sentence echoed throughout the room. My heart sunk but skipped all at the same time, we can finally take this fucker out. We looked over at Price who nodded. “He is in Russia.” He mumbled before folding his arms.

“Here?” Ghost asked who was leaning against the wall on the other side of the room.

“Why in bloody hell is he here?” Soap asked looking at Laswell.

Laswell sighed. “Shepard has been working with Makarov for a while. We did some digging and it goes back for a couple of years, including the missiles last year,” She explained. “The only thing we don’t know is why he was helping him. Or giving him the missiles. He was the one who sent Ghost and Price to take him out, years ago.”

Ghost looked over at Price and shook his head. “Why take him out if he was working with him?”

Price shrugged. “We don’t know that either.”

Gaz clicked a pen he was holding. “Alright so where is he at then?”

“Hiding near Kara Sea,” She pulled up a map overlooking the coast of the sea. There were buildings that looked like it was in ruins or old at least. Construction in places. “He is hiding in one of these buildings, he doesn’t have much security, since Makarov is after him and us. He hired mercenaries to protect him with the money he had left.”

“So he is broke?” Kat asked sitting in the chair next to me.

“Very,” Laswell stated pulling up records from his bank. “The last transaction he made was last night. He switched his accounts in Russia, transferred all what he had to there. That’s how I found him.”

“Not smart.” Ghost said examining the board.

“Not at all,” Laswell said switching the picture back to the coast. “Nicolai and Hawk will be able to fly everyone close to the coast. It could be hot but like I said Shepard doesn’t have an army.”

“It should be a bam and thank you ma’am type mission?” Soap asked everyone looked over at him. “What I heard Hawk say it before and sorta stuck.”

I slowly turned my head to Kat. “Don’t.” She spat.

Ghost audibly sighed. “For fuck sake.”

Laswell just smirked then continued. “Price, Ghost, and Fox will be dropped on this end of the shore. While Soap, Yuri, and Gaz will be here.” They were on opposite sides of the building. Making him be boxed in.

“So two planes?” I asked.

“Yes ma’am,” Kat said before smiling. “I will be flying you.”

“Grand.” I mumbled as she elbowed me.

“We will box him in. He wouldn’t be able to run.” Laswell stated before pulling the details of the building. “He could be anywhere, my best guess is the basement part, it’s hidden, no windows, and probably most likely easier to booby trap.”

The inside looked like it could have been a school a while back. It was destroyed and blanketed by gunk and sea creatures. “God I can smell the picture.” Gaz whispered.

“Nothing you haven’t smelt before Sergeant.” Price mumbled back.

I chuckled a bit and so did Soap. Yuri snorted a bit before clearing his throat. “That area could be mucky as well,” He said folding his arms. “Bring you best boots.”

“Any questions?” Laswell said looking around.

“Dead or alive?” Everyone looked over at me.

It was quiet for a moment, we all knew what we wanted to do but what were we supposed to do was the reasoning for the question. “Our government wants him alive,” She sighed, rubbing her fingers through her hair but she leaned into the camera. “But I wouldn’t be too upset if he came back in a bag.”

…………………………………………………………

It was midnight, pitch black, the only thing my sister to guide herself through the air was the radar sensor. We didn’t want Shepard to be notified before we even got there. When we hit the ground sure, wouldn’t give him time to escape but not while we were so close.

We all wore our black uniforms. I had my black vest that had my country’s flag on the top over my heavy black jacket. My black cargo pants with my utility belt and side arm. My black helmet that had my night vision goggles on. It was my favorite one to wear when going on missions.

Ghost had all black as well wearing his old skull mask with balaclava on. His black make up covering his skin. Having the helmet that everyone else wore. He looked over at me and we stared for a moment before Price tapped my shoulder. “Once we land we head straight for that building.” He ordered throwing his cigar out of the helo.

I nodded and so did Ghost, we watched below us as we flew past the ruined buildings. The outlines of them anyway. It was quite a sight to see, I never seen somewhere so destroyed. Old? I don’t know but it was eerie. “Touching down in 30 seconds Cap.” Kat said over coms.

“Solid copy,” He acknowledged looking over to find the other helo dropping off the others. “All Bravo we head straight to the building kill anything insight, leave Shepard alive.” He ordered.

“Rog.” Gaz said back as we touched down.

We scrambled out putting on our night vision goggles. The green illuminated everything around us. Guiding us through the pitch dark. We had our weapon raised ready to shot anyone behind the barrel.

Price made a signal for us to stop and we all crouched down. I scanned the area seeing a squad was lurking out of the building standing and talking. They weren’t speaking Russian. “Americans?” I whispered.

“Yeah,” Ghost said before pointing. “Flag on the shoulder.”

I looked closer and the flag was right where he said it would be. Price sighed. “Shoot the middle one when ready Fox,” He whispered. “I will take the left and Ghost take the right.”

We both nodded before I lifted my gun up, pulling the trigger while they all dropped. We moved up and entered into the building. “All Bravo we have entered into front entry.” Price announced before scanning the room.

Ghost was next to me as we headed down a hallway, I was looking left and he was looking right. We both heard footsteps ahead of us and we moved out guns in that direction only to be met with Soap. He nodded at us as we came up to the stairs that led down. “Go down.” Price ordered as we took cautious steps down.

There was a dim light at the bottom of the stairs. We heard chatter, amongst others. When we got down, Ghost placed his arm across my chest, pointing down. I looked down and there was a tripwire. He followed it to the wall and disarmed it, he went first looking around and disarming traps.

“We will move tomorrow,” Shepard. I looked over at Ghost and he nodded as we kept moving forward. “We can’t stay here any longer.”

“Of course sir.” A merc said back.

Ghost looked in the room and nodded. Soap sent through the radio morse code that Shepard was here. “Go in, we will be down there.” Price said. Ghost kneeled in front of the doorway while I shot above him.

The three merc dropped and Shepard was reaching for a weapon but I shot where his hand would have been placed. He shot his hands up in surrender. “Get on your knees now!” Ghost yelled going around the table pulling him and the chair he was in out.

“You all finally found me,” Shepard said slowly getting on his knees. Soap came around zip tying his hands together. “What happens now Price?”

I took a small glance out of the door, as Price walked in. “I told you General that after I killed your dog you would be next.” He rested his arm on his gun looking down at him.

Shepard didn’t look too good, a beard starting out. He looked like he didn’t sleep or couldn’t, wearing some baggy clothes. He was starting to look like his age, then being kept up. I kept aiming my barrel right at him. If I kill him now my nightmares will be gone. He was the last of them.

“Why are you here General?” Price asked looking down at him.

Shepard laughed for a moment. “Why would I tell you that?”

“You have about 5 guns aimed at you,” Price looked over at me. “I am counting at least one of us wants a bullet in you.”

Ghost looked up at me, I ignored his stare just like the rest of them. “I could just let them kill you now,” Price sighed before leveling himself to his level. “Unfortunately your country wants you.”

“Of course,” Shepard smacked his lips. “Patriotic isn’t it? They want to see why I had to do what I had to do. I had to John you and I both know it.”

“We all make choices General,” Price said sounding even less convinced. “Why are you here?”

Shepard just shook his head. “John, I needed to be here, you know that.”

“Makarov.” We all looked over at Yuri. He was standing in the doorway. “You are here for Makarov.”

Shepard glared at him smiling. “A new member? Or just a little helper like the Los Vaqueros?”

Yuri looked at Price. “Give me a couple minutes with him alone,” I glared at Yuri. “I can get him to talk.”

“You gotta be kidding,” I whispered. “The captain can get him…”

“Cut it,” Price said looking at Yuri, before nodding. “Fine. 3 minutes that’s all you get.”

I still had my barrel at Shepard. “Sir all do respect at least one of us should be in here, just in case the General lashes out.”

“Looks like you need some sleep Allison,” Shepard said Soap, pushing him to be quiet. “How is sleeping lately?”

“Can it,” I said looking over at Price. “What if Yuri gets overwhelmed?”

Price thought about it before looking over at Yuri. “2 minutes, if anything goes south yell.” I snapped my head over at Ghost who was eyeing Yuri for a moment. “We will be outside.” Before motioning for us to leave those two alone.

We all stood outside of the room for 2 minutes but it was the longest goddamn 2 minutes. “Sir we should just kill him,” I said out loud, everyone looking over at me. “He is more dangerous alive.”

Price lit a cigar puffing on it before nodding. “I agree, the only problem is that the United States wants him back alive to give him a fair trial.”

“We could say there was a firefight. We had no choice.” Soap suggested mumbling it mostly.

Gaz sighed. “Unfortunately that would be illegal.”

“Illegal yes if we got caught.” I said, smirking.

Price shook his head. “We would,” He finished the cigar by putting it out, wrapping it back up and placing it in his side pocket. “We see it first hand, eventually your sins catch up to ya.”

Yuri opened the door shaking his hand then looked up at us. “I had to punch him.” Ghost walked passed him going to check on Shepard of course.

“Why was he here? And where is Makarov?” Price said placing his hands on his vest.

Yuri’s smiled faded. “Shepard thought he could become buddy buddies with Makarov. However, Shepard crossed him so Makarov is hunting him down,” Yuri explained looking behind him to watch Ghost haul Shepard out. “Now I don’t know where Makarov is now but in a couple of days, I know where he will be.”

#simon ghost riley #call of duty modern warfare #simon riley #simon ghost riley x allison fox lawson #simon ghost riley x oc #simon ‘ghost’ riley #call of duty #cod mw3 #call of duty mw3 #john soap mctavish #captain john price #kyle gaz garrick #yuri #general shepard

[soapybutt17]

Labour pt.1

Summary:A mission has gone sideways, you find your husband compromised alongside Gaz and because of it you were tasked with handling most of the mess that came after. What you didn’t expect was to be chewed out and spat on by one Philip Grave. Character: John Price x F!Wife!Reader. Philipp Graves. Simon "Ghost" Riley, Johnny "Soap" MacTavish. OC Children (Joey, Katherine). Price's mother (Beatrice Price). Word Count: 2,160 Chapter Warnings: Misogynism. Sexism. Graves is being a complete peace of shit here. Angst. Reader is literally breaking down here. Only hurt no comfort until the second part. John is being a little bit of a POS here. Author's Note: Song Inspo is this

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part II

You tried you best, you truly did but it was not easy to keep a straight face as you were notified that both your husband and Gaz were compromised because of wrong intel. It was hard not to scream at Laswell because it was her intel that left your husband wounded and barely awake as the doctors were tending to his and Gaz’s wound. It was even harder to reassure both Ghost and Soap that everything would be alright even if it wouldn’t be.

“What the fuck happened?”

No, this was actually the hardest for you as you stared at the obnoxiously arrogant bastard of a man named Philip Graves. He was blaming everyone else but himself. His shadows all nodding along with his rant while you sat in the meeting room. You kept silent. You wanted to wait until he let out all of his steam before you began. But it doesn’t seem like he was stopping any time soon.

“We followed Laswell’s Intel. Someone might have caught wind of it and attacked first.” It was Ghost that decided to cut the ranting.

It’s been a long and far too tedious mission for everyone and it’s coming close to a year now since you and your husband have returned back home. Close to a year since you’ve actually seen your son and daughter and missing out on most of their milestones because of it. You were at your breaking point and men blaming you want not helping in the matter.

“Laswell’s intel was perfect it was the execution your team made that ruined the mission.”

You took a deep breath as the anger grew ten folds because of the man.

“Are you done?” You inquired knowing it was time to talk since the conversation was going nowhere.

As the man shuts up, surprised even with your calm tone even with the stress of the failed mission. You gave both Ghost and Soap a warning look. It was all they needed from you to know you could deal with this.

“The intel was perfect a day or two before we headed out for the mission. No one here would realize that their movement and plans would change.” You explained. “We will do our best to fix this.”

“I don’t fucking need you to do your best to fix this!” Graves spat slamming his hand on top of the table that separated the two of you. “I want you to fucking do your job! Or has motherhood and becoming Price’s wife turned you into an incompetent soldier?”

You blinked, genuinely taken aback by the man’s words. In the years since you and your husband had finally allowed everyone to know about your relationship and marriage, never once had anyone say something as malicious as the man did in front of you.

“I am the best soldier before I became a wife or a mother.” You spat raising from your chair to look at the man straight in his eyes. “Do not use my family for your sick plan to hurt me, Commander. You are not the one in control of this mission, you are merely a pawn that we will more than happily discard once the mission is over.”

“Then act like it.” He spat.

You cracked your neck counting to ten trying to calm the bubbling anger fighting to come out. You still had your resentment and apprehension for having Graves participate in the mission. More than just how he and Shepard has betrayed your team back in Las Almas, you never truly trusted a man that had openly admitted that a woman like you did not truly fit in the military. This moment has cemented it.

The meeting was eventually dismissed and you made a beeline towards your husband’s office—rather, your temporary office while you handle most of the paper works while he was unavailable. You had ensured that the door was locked before the first line of tears had fallen from your eyes.

It was frustrating, to have everything you had worked on since an early age and every single sacrificed you had to make for the family you had created with your husband to be wasted by such words. You were reduced to just being your husband’s wife and the mother of his children. You were not acknowledged as the Lieutenant that had spearheaded in Makarov’s capture all those years ago, not acknowledged as the best sniper in your generation, not acknowledged as the best medic of the team. You were nothing more than a woman that served her husband and children.

Your phone dinged and the sight of your mother-in-law sending you a video of your son taking his first step further broke you as you fell to your knees and wept. Everything was falling apart all at once and you didn’t know how to navigate everything on your plate without being questioned.

~

The moment John had opened his eyes, he was greeted by the sight of his beautiful wife sitting beside where he laid. You were buried deeply in what he assumed were the mission report.

The first thing he had noticed about you were your puffy eyes that weren’t just from the lack of sleep but for tears that he was uncertain what had caused it. Even in the pain that came from his wounded shoulder, his moved his arm gingerly and held onto your hand taking you by surprise.

“John!” You gasped placing the paper work you were signing on the opposite chair that was your impromptu table while you stayed with him. “How are you holding up?”

“Alive so that’s good news.” He tried to minimize what had happened. “How long was I out?”

“A week now.” You answered looking at the clock above the bed. “Do you want me to call the doctor?”

He shook his head, not wanting to deal with a doctor just yet. His time with his own wife was more important than having to deal with the coats.

“What happened while I was out?” He inquired knowing it was better to know what was wrong than having himself second guess and annoy you.

“Mission was completed with the few hiccups with what happened to you.” You began with a sigh. “Had to do the debriefing with Graves and Shepard while making sure to keep Soap and Ghost in a tight leash and stop them from lashing out.”

John tried to decipher the deeper meaning from your words. There was something more you weren’t telling him. It was always like this with you, you always try to minimize what hardship that rested on your shoulders even the lashing that was thrown at your direction at the expense of your own feelings.

“What happened?” He repeated hoping it was enough to have you telling him the truth.

“Nothing you needed to worry about, Captain.” You avoided but how you called him Captain when it was just the two of you.

John tried. He truly tried not to worry but even after he was discharged from the infirmary and he continued on with what you had left off from his paper works he noticed the distance that had wedged itself between the two of you.

No longer did you try to stay in his office longer than you usually did. You didn’t even try to approach him unless there was someone else present. Yes, he truly did try not to worry but it was hard when he knew something was certainly wrong.

“What happened during the debriefing?” John couldn’t help himself any longer and the first opportunity that he had caught sight of both Soap and Ghost without you present he took his chance.

He watched the shared look between the duo.

“Still hasn’t told you what happened?” Soap inquired.

“I wouldn’t ask if she had, would I?” John quipped right back.

“Just some misogynistic bullshit being spewed by Graves.” Ghost was quick to end the to and fro that was evidently happen when it comes to Soap.

“Thank you.” John nodded and a plan was already formed in his head for what needed to be done.

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“My darlings.” You couldn’t help but almost be in tears at the sight of your children in the airport with your mother-in-law.

With the mission over and done with, you and your husband were finally allowed to be home for the next few months—more so with your husband still recovering from his injuries.

You had wrapped your three year old and nearly one year old into your arms peppering them with kisses as your husband greeted his mother. You took a good look at them, so pained by how grown they were in the seven months of not being able to see them.

“Mama!” Your son, Joey mumbled at you with his small hands gripping onto the collar of your shirt.

You heard your husband grunt, bemused by the fact that your son’s first word was you instead of him. Turning to your mother-in-law, Beatrice, you gave her a quick hug appreciating her help with keeping the fort up for you and your husband. You owed her a good vacation with your father-in-law.

“Hope John would be alright now that he’s back. You know how he is with injuries.”

You peered at your husband that was forced by the doctor to wear a sling for the next few weeks while his shoulder heals. You definitely know how much of a baby the man could be every single time he’s injured. He would do anything but rest and heal. You just hope your children could keep him busy for the mean time.

“I’ll deal with him, Mum.” You reassured her with a smile. “Now, what don’t we go and treat you and Dad to some boogie five star dinner like we promised?” You inquired earning a peck from your mother-in-law in the cheek.

Eventually after dinner with your family, you had drove your husband and children back to your home. John had been becoming moodier as the minute passed, with the pain finally kicking in. Now you had to deal with three children that were getting uncomfortable being confined in the care for more than an hour.

Your patience was already laying thin with your husband not helping with your children crying at the backseat. With your children both in the confinements of their car seats and not being able to move as much, they were no help to your growing fouler mood. Your husband was silent in all of this, living in his own world dealing with his own discomfort for having to deal with the bullet hole to his shoulders and his refusal to drink painkiller to deal with it.

“John, the kids. Please.” You finally spoke, hoping he could finally take the hint.

“What do you want me to do?” He snipped and your felt your blood boil and ready to snap and before you could even do, the sudden ring of his phone interrupted you.

He moved slightly from his seat beside you to pull his phone up and immediately answered a call from Laswell, disregarding your request to keep the kids quiet and talked to the woman with your children crying in the background.

Once again, you felt so alone in this situation. It felt so unfair. So fucking unfair to you having to deal with both children, hoping and praying that bribing them with ice cream or sweets would appease them both, but it only made things worse and John demanding you to shut them up was enough for you to stop the car in the middle of the road.

Without another word, you turned the car off, unbuckling your belt and leaving the car slamming the door shut finally silencing both your husband and children.

In the middle of the deserted road, with the cold breeze of the midnight skies you screamed at the top of your lungs. You punched the closes tree that you could see. Punched the fucking trunk over and over as everything you had bottled up has finally overflowed and you were genuinely worried if you were finally going through a psychotic breathe because of it.

In your screams and punch, you halted as the wetness finally fell against your cheeks. You were truly losing your sanity as you sobbed over and over again for everything you had to deal with in the base and mission. Graves’ words that were meant to belittle your incompetence as a soldier dug through your heart more than you had ever thought it would.

You were tired. Just so tired.

When you could barely feel the tears falling anymore, you let out one last pained scream before finally wiping your tears and making your way back into the car. The silence in the car was a relief as you turned the car back on and continued driving.

“Darling…”

“Don’t, John. Just fucking don’t.”

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siren song

Simon "Ghost" Riley x Reader

This used to be an OC but I'm changing it to a reader insert; Other characters will still talk about "you" in the third person. While a reader insert, the MC will still be American and have a fleshed out backstory.

They called you Siren They called him Ghost

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"Siren," Price told Laswell, "Sniper, expert in infilitration and undercover ops. American Special Forces."

Kate stared at the picture for a moment before asking, "Siren? As in the sea creature?"

Price shot her a half-smile. "Yes, the same. She seems to be the weakness of every man and she knows it. She's damn good with a rifle but her best weapon is herself."

next chapter: chapter 1

Notes: This is my first Ghost story! I have played the campaign and I just couldn't help myself! This is just the prologue but they will meet next chapter. Oh, and this fic will 1000% have smut. This takes place before and during the first mission, "Strike"

This used to be an OC but I'm changing it to a reader insert; Other characters will still talk about "you" in the third person.

Prologue

"Who's your crew?"

John Price sat opposite of Kate Laswell, taking in the cozy atmosphere of the cafe, but still somehow feeling on edge from recent events.

"Sergaent Garrick," Price replied. 

"Kyle?" 

"They call him 'Gaz'." the Captain continued, "He never said anything."

He handed Kate the folder for Gaz and continued reading. "John MacTavish, SAS. Sniper - demolitions. Goes by 'Soap'."

"Why?" Kate questioned as he handed her Soap's dossier.

"That's classified." 

Kate gave him a dubious look, eliciting a chuckle before he moved on.

"There he is..." Price said, handing Kate the folder. "Simon Riley." 

Laswell's eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "There's no picture."

Price's reply was quick. "Never."

He handed her a final file, one with a picture of a woman with hair the color of fresh espresso and with a face like an angel. But it was the eyes that set you apart, a piercing hue that seemed a little too empty, void of emotion in comparison to your smile. At first glance you seemed harmless, but the longer one looked, the more unnerving your portrait grew.

"Siren," Price told her, "Sniper, expert in infilitration and undercover ops. American Special Forces."

Kate stared at the picture for a moment before asking, "Siren? As in the sea creature?"

Price shot her a half-smile. "Yes, the same. She seems to be the weakness of every man and she knows it. She's damn good with a rifle but her best weapon is herself."

"Now the rest," he continued, leaning forward across the table, "That's need to know. Unless we got a deal."

"What are you calling this task force?" Laswell asked.

"1-4-1."

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Months later

13 July 2022

2200, Upscale hotel somewhere in Europe

The bar was crowded but you weren't focused on all the other people. Those who were drinking away their sorrows, the ones meeting mistresses, and suits on a business trip. No, you was focused on the group of ten Russian Ground Forces operatives in the corner, sporting casual clothes instead of a uniform. Your eyes jumped from man to man, silently matching them up in your head with some of the pictures in the brief General Shepard gave you. Of course, this was only a portion of them, there were about fifty in total staying in the hotel. All of them were waiting on a flight to Al Mazrah and transporting a boat load of weapons, and it was your job to figure out exactly where they were headed.

You leaned back against, resting your elbows on the bar as you sat on a barstool, softly jutting out your chest and letting your hair perfectly frame your face. You knew you were beautiful, and you knew what men would do, what men would say, for a beautiful woman; all the secrets they would reveal, just to touch. A strapless navy dress stuck to your body like a second skin, accentuating every curve on your body, save for a slit in the leg that went up to your mid-thigh. 

Your targets were already glancing your way. Oogling, more like.

Too easy, you thought. You intentionally locked eyes with one of them and batted your eyelashes innocently before looking away, appearing embarrassed to the untrained eye. For extra affect, you crossed one leg over another, causing the slit to reveal more of your smooth skin. 

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw some of his buddies nudging him and pointing in your direction, all of your plans falling neatly into place. You brought your eyes back to the man now coming towards you and made a show of looking at him up and down, pointing your gaze in between his legs for a second longer and giving a sultry look. You could see his throat working to gulp down his nerves. 

He squeezed himself in the opening beside you and you turned to fully face him. He was average looking, nothing too special. It was what was in his pants you were interested in.

His phone.

"Hello, beautiful," his accent was thick, but the English seemed fluent.

"Hello there," you cooed, letting your voice become sickeningly sweet.

"You are not from here?" He questioned, noticing your accent sticking out among the natives around you.

"No," you replied, "I'm from America but I'm on a work trip. What brings you here?" As you talked, you ran your finger over the hand he had placed on the bar and traced nonsensical patterns.

"A-Also business," he said, obviously getting distracted by the physical contact. You kicked it up a notch, going as far as to rub your high-heeled foot along the side of his calf.  You leaned forward and was pleased to note he seemed already intoxicated, speeding up your plan by being able to avoid spending needless time ordering drinks.

You placed your hand on the man's chest and ran it slowly upwards before traveling down one of his arms. He seemed young and nervous but also attempted to exude confidence while you carressed him.

"I'm only here for tonight but..." you purposefully trailed off, looking at him with doe-eyes and gently biting you lip. "I've been looking for a real man to help me." You were laying it on a little thick, but time was of the essence, and he didn't seem all that concerned. You had him right there and decided to go in for the kill. 

You leaned in real close and whispered in his ear, "I need a man to fuck me."

He audibly groaned, prompting you to bite his earlobe softly before pulling his hand off the bar and setting it on your waist. "Can you be that man for me?"

He nodded comically fast and pulled you to stand up, not bothering to wait for any privacy before sliding his hand down over your ass. A long time ago, you would have been repulsed. You would have showered for days, trying to scrub off any evidence. Now, you didn't feel it at all, didn't pay attention to anything except your next goal: getting him away from his phone. He led you out of the crowded bar, leaving his friends to cheer him on. You boarded the empty elevator and he pushed you against the wall after pressing his floor, smashing his lips against yours. It was sloppy and anything but a turn on but you willingly let him explore your mouth and grope your body and reciprocated with responding movements, all while you were plotting on how to steal the information from him.

A hand made its way to your covered breast. I bet the information is in his email.

Another grabbed your thigh and hiked it over his hip. These lower guys never bother to encrypt anything, a blessing, really.

A hardness grinded into the apex of your thighs and you let out a manufactured moan. Luckily they are on a tight schedule, they likely won't look for a body tomorrow when he doesn't show.

The ding of the elevator caused him to break away and grab your hand before rushing to a hotel room. As he fumbled with the keycard you kissed and bit his neck, all while sliding your fingertips below his belt. He finally got the door open and pulled you inside. He attacked you with his lips again and shoved his tongue in your mouth, pawing at your ass and grinding into your hip.

Pathetic. You thought to yourself while you faked a whimpering noise and a gasp when he moved on from your lips to bite the top of your left breast. While he was occupied, you reached for the small, curved knife, a minuture karambit, that sat holstered in a sewn in slot inside your dress, just under your armpit. One of his hands creeped up the inside of your thigh, touching the edge of your lace lingerie. 

However, he never made it to his destination on account of the knife sticking in his neck.

A quick kill, although a little bloody. His body fell limp on the ground in front of you, blood continuing to pool out. You dislodged your knife and searched his pockets, finally pulling out his phone. 

"Jackpot."

You used his finger to open up the phone before stepping over his body and sitting on the bed, all of your attention now focused on scanning for any information about tomorrow's final destination for the selling the weapons. A certain message caught your eye; it detailed the schedule for tomorrow and the directions to the base they were meeting at in Al Mazrah for the arms deal. A sense of satisfaction filled you at acquiring this information. You did not feel guilty about killing the man. You have killed many men, and the part of you that felt guilt for the role you played died a long time ago.

You wiped off the blood that got on your chest and walked out of the room, phone in hand. You were not worried about cameras, you knew the CIA counter-terrorism team would take care of it. You took the elevator back up to your own room and immedaitely went for your computer once inside. You pulled up the video call option for General Shepard and sat in the chair, not caring about your mused hair or slightly smeared lipstick or the bruise forming on your upper breast.

He answered immediately and with him was Kate Laswell, the CIA Station Chief. "Siren, tell me you have intel," the general said in lieu of a greeting.

"Of course, sir," you replied. "I have the location, I'm sending you the coordinates now. They are located in Al Mazarah. It says they will be meeting with General Ghorbani."

Both Laswell and Shepard sported a confused look at that. "Why would they be meeting with Ghorbani?" Laswell questioned out loud.

"We will find out tomorrow," Shepard said. "For now, Siren, continue."

"Any hiccups?" Laswell questioned.

"Just the usual," you said. "I will need someone to remove a body and dispose of security footage but other than that, everything was smooth."

"Great work, Sergeant. Your next assignment will begin immediately. You have been apart of the 141 Task Force for some time, but now you will begin your work with a team. Your flight leaves tonight." 

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15 July 2022

1600, Al Mazrah, U.R.A

"Watcher-1 to Bravo 0-7, you in position?"

Ghost walked through the rocky terrain, stepping back into the sunlight. 

"Nearly there," he replied, continuing moving, climbing towards a vantage point on the sands below. He heard the helicopter before he saw it, flying straight overhead and towards the target point. "Got a heli incoming."

"That's General Ghorbani." Laswell replied.

"He's punctual, I'll give him that," General Shepard chimed in. "Now get up there and see what he's up to in the middle o' nowhere." 

Ghost climbed up a few more rocks, finally reaching the opening and peering down at the base. "I'm eyes on."

"What do you see?" Laswell questioned. He brought out his Spotter Scope and peered down at all the equipment and people milling about.

"Armed personnel, armor and hardware," he replied. "All Russian."

"Our intel was right about them meeting," Shepard said. "But it still doesn't explain why the Russians would be meeting with Ghorbani."

"Supplying Iran," Kate replied, "it's an arms deal." Ghost sat silently as they talked, observing the scene below.

"You copying this Shadow-1?" Shepard asked Graves.

"Affirmative, two birds, one stone..."

"We need positive ID on Ghorbani before we kick this off boys."

"Ghost, can you identify the General?"

Ghost scanned the area, zooming in to look at specific people, checking to see if they were Ghorbani. He found a bunch of soldiers in one spot and said as much. "Armed escorts around one VIP. Russians are very happy to see him."

"It'll be the last time they do..." General Shepard said in response.

"Visual on General Ghorbani."

"Copy. All stations target confirmed."

"Shadow-1," Shepard started, "you are cleared hot for launch."

"Roger that, Actual," Phillip Graves replied. "Ghost, you are danger close to the zone. This arrow's gonna pack a punch."

"Copy. Approved," Ghost replied. "Send it."

"All stations, Shadow-1. Missle is ready for immediate delivery, stand by for launch. Coordinates. Target designated. Two... One... Shot out."

Soon enough the missle hit the target and the force of it made Ghost step back a bit. "Bloody fuckin' hell. Direct. Target destroyed."

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[trashy-tries-writing]

Part 1: In which the first encounter of Ravine leaves unpleasant or pleasant memories for some of our CoD characters with John Price / Gaz Kyle Garrick / Simon Ghost Riley

Part 2: John Soap MacTavish / König

Part 3: with Phillip Graves / Alejandro Vargas & Rodolfo Rudy Parra

(Totally didn’t cloud his head because I can’t draw his customized helmet)

Warning: I know nothing about the military and stuff😭

If I wrote smt that the characters wouldn’t say, please correct me because I don’t know any slang from their nationalities either or point out any mistakes I have made. LET ME KNOW please! So I can fix them. 😰 I’m not a great writer, especially because I live under a rock so don’t expect too much. Feel free to bash me in the comments if I use a bad/forbidden word from your country, I swear I didn’t do it on purpose🙏💦

Let me know if Ravine passes as a xMale!Reader or a xMale!OC  :’))

John Price

Price wanted to leave this hellish place as soon as possible

It was uncomfortably hot that he believed his flesh was oozing down his bones. No one knew what caused this overwhelming heat and the man wasn’t exactly ecstatic to find it out either with the scent of burned flesh hitting him hard on the nose.

Gradually the corpses of the enemy trope increased the deeper he went down the concealed facility. Price grimaces under his breath at the torched faces, skin tissues were burned off which showed the flesh underneath that was still bubbling and sizzling. The blackened chunks of flesh sitting on the ground continued to smolder while what leftover blood turns to steam as it spills from the wound.

Following his gut feeling, Price ends up in a corridor splattered with the blood of the victims he was supposed to spill. Including the objective of this mission, although the label wasn’t plastered on an unmoving, lifeless weapon that Price thought it would when Shepard sent him down in this hellhole.

“Bloody hell- Laswell, I… found the objective.”

The name was plastered on the door of the open cell with a human inside, sitting in front of a pile of corpses that looked like civilians. It- They- were motionless beside the immense heat reeking from its body which left more questions than answers for the bearded man.

Kyle “Gaz” Garrick

Gaz believes Ravine to be a heartless machine.

He watched the masked man run past falling soldiers without wavering in his steps. No reaction as his teammates die before his eyes or struggle until their last breaths. Sees him leave the training room after finishing beating up everyone until exhaustion as they lay on the ground groaning. 

Ravine doesn’t care about anything or anyone, and possibly not even himself. He takes orders after orders, sometimes requesting to solo it, as if a team would only drag him through the mud.

Gaz hears the whispers of hatred towards Ravine, how heartless and cold he is. How rude he is with how he answers with one word only. How unnerving it is to be in the room while he just stands there silently, not knowing where he is actually staring at through his helmet he never takes off.

Ravine doesn’t care about anything.

Gaz believed that Ravine was a heartless machine.

He saw Ravine running to the nearest corpse of their fallen brothers and sisters after the mission was done. The tall male scoops them up like broken glass, aloof at getting soiled or that there are special units to collect their bodies coming later. Ravine makes sure to leave no one behind and pile them together next to each other with their possessions as carefully as one could be, before paying his respects.

Gaz heard the heartless Ravine requesting to solo the missions when he deemed it to be too dangerous for the others as the higher ups know Ravine to be capable enough to do it on his own due to being different from any other existing soldiers, whatever that was supposed to mean.

Gaz noticed the soldier rushing back towards the training room with first aids, water, snacks and towels. He peeked inside to discover a relaxed atmosphere with the recruits chatting to each other tiredly, some drinking from their cup and gnawing on the energybar like hungry bears. They were sitting in a line and at the end was the cold Ravine giving them medical care.

The hateful whispers have turned into harmless jabs, whether it be about a new recruit being in trouble for something small as breaking a plate and pushing that soldier towards Ravine as if he was going to play alongside them.

His limited vocabulary was slowly picked up by them. Instead of saying “Yes”, some have started to respond with Ravine’s “Aye”s towards each other. Each time they couldn’t help grin when they see Ravine slouch even more than he already is from their jest.

“Fuck I’m hungry.” He hadn’t intended to say it so loudly, not that anyone was around to hear Gaz anyways. It was late and cold, he couldn’t wait to duck out and make something to eat and throw himself in bed.

But not even an hour later something warm touches his cheek from behind him and he jolts back in surprise from the warmth. He sees Ravine stepping back just as much, before hiding his body behind the corner, his upper part still sticking out with an arm stretched towards him with a bag.

“...Is that for me?”

“Aye.”

He slowly reaches towards the bag, a familiar smell reaching his nose. Gaz couldn’t help but smile when he opened the package with his favorite food and a thermos inside, his stomach growling loudly in urgency to take a bite.

Turning around to thank the man, his words are lost in his throat when the faceless soldier is nowhere to be seen.

Gaz believes that Ravine is a warm person who loves and cares in his own way.

Simon “Ghost” Riley

Ghost had been sent off to capture someone from a hideout. It was supposed to be easy but missions always go astray. What else he didn’t account for was the soldier sent by his superior to wipe them all out on the opposite side of the building. This wouldn’t have been a problem if the soldiers knew of each other’s existences.

One of them needed the target alive, the other came for a massacre.

When they crossed paths, shots were fired and when all bullets were gone, knives were raised. While It didn’t matter who died first, it would not end well with either loss. Weren’t it for the chain of commands voice ringing through both of their coms, the machete would have gone through his arm.

Ravine as Ghost came to know, backed away from him and kept that distance throughout the whole operation. Now that he got the go to kill everyone, the lieutenant saw how efficient the other was. No hesitation, no stumbling, no waiting- Ghost let the silent man do what he wanted, out of curiosity what he could do.

The lieutenant started trusting the newcomer more when Ravine jumped behind him without flinching and threw his chained machete at the enemy targeting his back. With a pull the weapon was back into his hands and his head whipped around,Ghost could mentally hear the snap.

His helmet moved in sharp, short turns at the lieutenant until he realized he was eyeing him for injuries beside the ones he himself inflicted on him a few minutes ago.

“All good Ravine. Let’s move.”

Back at their headquarters, Ghost would find little trinkets in front of the room he was currently occupying with a note stuck on it “I am very sorry for almost murdering you.” He knew immediately who this was from, especially since his ‘murderer’ in question has avoided him like the pest.

At first he thought nothing of it besides not liking him very much which happens anywhere in the workspace. But it got out of hand when Ghost came into the kitchen to get some tea and Ravine straight out jumped out the window.

It was the second floor.

Price had sighed into his palm so loudly, his soul could be seen leaving him. “I corner him and I want you to talk to him. He’s letting the guilt eat him up and I can’t let that happen.”

The captain literally shooed the tall man like a cat into his office with Ghost and held him by the collar of his turtleneck to keep him from leaving. For once Ravine stood at his full height and the lieutenant had to tilt his head up.

“Bloody hell…”

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[smolswisrol]

Simon "Ghost" Riley PROMPT 5

A collection of (slightly more detailed) writing prompts specifically for Ghost from COD x Reader/OC. I'm not the best at actually writing, but I have so many ideas/scenarios I'd love to see come to life. ❤️ If you decide to use any of these just tag/DM me, so I can read it. 😁 Smut is optional buuuut definitely appreciated. 😏

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A/N: this is a prompt I've actually been attempting to write. I always start stories, but have a hard time finishing them. 😅

○ Reader/OC is a mercenary known (specifically in Russia) as Baba Yaga.

○ She retired after being labeled MIA/KIA. (Went off grid because she was targeted by Shepard when she tried exposing him)

○ She owes Price and Laswell a favor after he saved her life and they kept her location a secret.

○ She helps on a mission to repay him.

○ She knows multiple languages and is a killer. Basically like a female John Wick mixed with Black Widow.

○ Ghost doesn’t trust her because she's a mercenary. He assumes she's in it for money at first.

○ She gains his trust by saving one of the team either over info or in general (i.e in a fight)

○ Like an enemies to lovers kinda thing

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[frogyjones-writes]

General info:

I'll only do requests that interest me this is something I do for fun in my free time so you might get an answer awhile after a submission :]

Most likely to get through headcanons/short prompts done first!

Characters I write for:

Don't be afraid to ask for a character from the same Fandom however! I'm just better with these guy's characterization :]

The Last of Us: Ellie Williams, Dina, Abby Anderson

Dead By Daylight: The Trapper (Evan MacMillan), The Nurse (Sally Smithson), Ghost Face (Danny Johnson), The Huntress (Anna), The Pig (Amanda Young), The Plauge (Adiris), The Onryō (Sadako Yamamura)

Silent Hill: Lisa Garland, Maria, Mary Shepard-Sunderland, James Sunderland, Angela Orosco, Harry Mason

Misc: Sadako Yamamura (ringu), Selene (underworld), Carol Aird (Carol),

Resident Evil: Alcina Dimitrescu, Bela Dimitrescu, Cassandra Dimitrescu, Daniela Dimitrescu, Donna Beneviento, Jill Valentine, Claire redfield (games/movies), Alice Abernathy (movies), Rebecca Chambers, Helena Harper

The Quarry: Emma Mountebank, Abigail Blyg, Kaitlyn Ka, Laura Kearney, Max Brinley, Nick Furcillio, Jacob Custos, Dylan Leviny, Ryan Erzahler

Until Dawn: Sam Giddings, Ashley Brown, Emily Davis, Jessica Riley

Life is Strange: Maxine "Max" Caufield, Chloe Price, Rachel Amber, Kate Marsh, Victoria Chase, Dana Ward

Tomb Raider: Lara Croft (better with the survivor series), Sam

Saw: Amanda Young, Adam Faulkner Stanheight, Lynn Denlon

(More to be added later!)

Do's:

Character x Reader, Character x Character, Some OC X Characters, Polyships, LGBTQ+

Heavy angst/sensitive topics

AUs and alternative settings

Accept headcanon requests for multiple characters

Dont's:

NSFW (suggestive stuff is fine but I'm not writing smut)

Incestual/pedophilic ships (yes this includes adoptive family or parental/sibling figures don't test me)

Any dead dove sort of shit

General NoNo's

Writing examples

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[lcstinfantasy]

i don't think i ever made a post about my muses sexualities....so here is a list lol

canon muses:

hayley james - straight

lydia martin - straight

lucas scott - straight

brooke davis - bi-curious

stu matcher - pansexual

tatum riley -straight

Eli Hale - bisexual

john b routledge- pansexual

sarah cameron - pansexual

rafe cameron - pansexual

steve harrington - bisexual

eddie munson - pansexual

nancy wheeler - bisexual

chrissy cunningham - bisexual, more women leaning

robin buckley -lesbein

joyce byers - straight

Carol Perkins - straight

jonathan byers - bisexual

tara carpenter - straight

sara carpenter - straight

ethan landry - bisexual

quinn bailey - straight

dom torretto - straight

jokob torretto - bisexual

taylor jewel - straight

billy loomis - bisexual

campbell eliot - bisexual

sam eliot - homosexual

allie pressman - straight

abel teller - straight

thomas teller - pansexual

isaac lahey - bisexual

erica reyes - straight

OC CHARACTERS

sage thomspon - straight

juniper thomspon - bisexual

hope whittemore - straight

noah armstrong - bisexual

eric armstrong - pansexual

bree armstrong - straight

katherine bell - straight

elijah moran - pansexual

ethan moran - bisexual

naya gomez - straight

matthew evans - bisexual

daniel james - bisexual

kendall floyd - bisexual

joseph taylor - straight

kira huges -straight

kai coleman  - bisexual

hanna pittman  - straight

miko young - pansexual

jasper wooley - pansexual

eden wolfe - pansexual

sterling herrman - bisexual

pete warner - bisexual

dixie adams - straight

lily danberry - straight

julia danberry - straight

nick danberry - pansexual

davina davidson - straight

hayley davidson - straight

madison lewis - straight

russel lewis - bisexual

talon lewis  - straight

tatum lewis - bisexual

dani sanchez -straight

maya sanchez - straight

celeste lovegood - straight

samuel johnson - bisexual

paisley johnson - demisexual

nate felix -pansexual

andy darnell - bisexual

astrid sullivan - straight

carter ramsey - bisexual

willow anderson - straight

ivy greene - straight

Nate Felix  - bisexual

Dakota Roth - bisexual

wesley henson -  - bisexual

roxanne roca - straight

jolene devin cooper - straight

colby ireland roberts - straight

myles james boyce - straight

kyro javier gomez - pansexual

Dalton Winter Richmann - bisexual

Shepard Knight Richmann - bisexual

vincenza "vince" lucciano - pansexual

wren nicole caruso - bisexual

james oliver alexander - bisexual

elinor brooke henderson - pansexual

rowan grey - bisexual

alfie reynolds - bisexual

reign grey - straight

dillon combs - straight

test muses/by request:

faye rainee munson -straight

asher poe munson - bisexual

milo michael larson - bisexual

fallon marie larson - straight

declan felix larson - bisexual

adeline blair cameron - straight

davina claire - straight

#𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊 tin speaks (ooc)

[marivenah]

OC Masterlist

This is a full list of my fandom ocs + a select few characters from my original works that I've mentioned or talked about before, in text post format for easier access on mobile! No links included because it would break the post into oblivion. But important tags are fully listed.

Last updated: 18.02.2024

Games

Far Cry 5

— Laurie Devin. she/her { ♡ Jacob Seed } tag; #oc: laurie devin | ship tag; #x: feed the hungry

— Aiden Hunter. he/him { ♡ Faith Seed } tag; #oc: aiden hunter | ship tag; #x: darkest before the dawn

— Toni Hunter. she/her { ♡ N/A } tag; #oc: toni hunter

Call Of Duty (Modern Warfare Reboot)

— Paz "Avis" Acosta. she/her { ♡ Simon "Ghost" Riley } tag; #oc: paz acosta | ship tag; #x: under sunlight

— Arlene "Ace" Harlow. she/her { ♡ König } tag; #oc: arlene harlow | ship tag; #x: two of a kind

— Laura "Lux" Siemon. she/her { ♡ Nikodim "Rodion" Egorov } tag; #oc: laura siemon | ship tag; #x: to see you shine

— Janaína "Omen" Mendes. she/her { ♡ Velikan } tag; #oc: janaína mendes | ship tag; #x: keep it silent

— Emilia Hellström. she/her { ♡ Rodolfo Parra } tag; #oc: emilia hellström | ship tag; #x: back to back

Mortal Kombat 1

— Santana "Serpent" Ruiz. she/her { ♡ Kenshi Takahashi } tag; #oc: santana ruiz | ship tag; #x: snake charmer

— Huo "Phoenix" Liang. she/her { ♡ Kung Lao } tag; #oc: huo liang | ship tag; #x: between wind and water

— Yawen Zhao. she/her { ♡ Tomas Vrbada/Smoke } tag; #oc: yawen zhao | ship tag; #x: underneath it all

— Quhiri. she/her { ♡ Raiden } tag; #oc: quhiri | ship tag; #x: moth to a flame

Pokémon

— Kheira Rane. she/her { ♡ Guzma } tag; #oc: kheira rane | ship tag; #x: my sun moon and stars

— Alysha Faye. she/her { ♡ N/A? } tag; #oc: alysha faye

— Cato Rye. he/him { ♡ Serena } tag; #oc: cato rye | ship tag; #x: something so sweet

RPGs

— Nova Shepard. she/her { ♡ Garrus Vakarian } - Mass Effect tag; #oc: nova shepard | ship tag; #x: no me without you

— Sara Hypatia "Pati" Ryder. she/her { ♡ Reyes Vidal } - Mass Effect tag; #oc: sara hypatia ryder | ship tag; #x: you're someone to me

— Ashalya Lavellan. she/her { ♡ Solas } - Dragon Age: Inquisition tag; #oc: ashalya lavellan | ship tag; #x: var lath vir suledin

— Wendy. she/her { ♡ John Hancock } - Fallout 4 tag; #oc: wendy | ship tag; #x: good morning sunshine

— Yasemin. she/her { ♡ Deacon } - Fallout 4 tag; #oc: yasemin | ship tag; #x: happens great happens sweet

— Valentina "V" Voigt. she/her { ♡ Goro Takemura } - Cyberpunk 2077 tag; #oc: valentina voigt | ship tag; #x: never fade away

— Scarlet. she/her { ♡ Dum Dum } - Cyberpunk 2077 tag; #oc: scarlet | ship tag; #x: chrome blood and roses

— Yunith. she/her { ♡ Astarion? } - Baldur's Gate 3 tag; #oc: yunith

Misc. Games

— Dawn. she/her { ♡ Argus } - Deponia tag; #oc: dawn | ship tag; #x: with you until forever ends

— Magdalena "Mags" Wilhelm. she/her { ♡ Genji Shimada } - Overwatch tag; #oc: mags wilhelm | ship tag; #x: my never ending thought

— Yuna Neuer. she/her { ♡ Danny Johnson } - Dead By Daylight tag; #oc: yuna neuer | ship tag; #x: take my heart

— Paloma García. she/her { ♡ Sam Drake } - Uncharted tag; #oc: paloma garcía | ship tag; #x: where I want to stay

— Aroa Ridley. she/her { ♡ Cayde-6 } - Destiny tag; #oc: aroa ridley | ship tag; #x: your soul is golden

— Evelyn. she/her { ♡ Simon } - Detroit: Become Human tag; #oc: evelyn | ship tag; #x: awakening

— Romy Schulz. she/her { ♡ Mark "Mute" Chandar } - Rainbow Six: Siege tag; #oc: romy schulz | ship tag; #x: silence the sound

— Irene Varano. she/her { ♡ Johnny Slaughter } - The Texas Chain Saw Massacre Game tag; #oc: irene varano | ship tag; #x: written in blood

— Bonnie "Bo" Wulff. she/her { ♡ Luke } - Coral Island tag; #oc: bonnie wulff | ship tag; #bonnie x luke

MOVIES & TV

Marvel (MCU / XCU)

— Luna Richards. she/her { ♡ Loki Laufeyson } tag; #oc: luna richards | ship tag; #x: feel again

— Niteia. she/her { ♡ Adam Warlock } tag; #oc: niteia | ship tag; #

— Brooke King. she/her { ♡ Erik Lehnsherr/Magneto } tag; #oc: brooke king | ship tag; #x: halcyon

— Catalina Cruz. she/her { ♡ Alex Summers/Havok } tag; #oc: catalina cruz | ship tag; #x: light of my life

DC (Watchmen + DCEU + Arkhamverse / Nolanverse)

— Carol "Haunter" Kovacs. she/her { ♡ Bruce Wayne/Batman } tag; #oc: carol kovacs | ship tag; #x: ghost around

— Rose "Virtue" Adams. she/her { ♡ Adrian Chase/Vigilante } tag; #oc: rose adams | ship tag; #x: head in the clouds

— Nadya. she/her { ♡ Edward Nigma/The Riddler } tag; #oc: nadya | ship tag; #x: creative minds inspire others

— Sadia Jamali. she/her { ♡ Harvey Dent/Two-Face } tag; #oc: sadia jamali | ship tag; #x: have all of me

— Harper Ray. she/her { ♡ The Joker } tag; #oc: harper ray | ship tag; #x: your sickening desire

Star Wars

— Shireen Oqir. she/her { ♡ Maul } tag; #oc: shireen oqir | ship tag; #x: to your deepest low

— Kieda Tarnji. she/her { ♡ The Inquisitor (TOTJ) } tag; #oc: kieda tarnji | ship tag; #x: come away with me

— Vayorrah Fen. she/her { ♡ Ima-Gun Di } tag; #oc: vayorrah fen | ship tag; #x: only time will tell

— Kane Desegh. she/her { ♡ Axe Woves } tag; #oc: kane desegh | ship tag; #x: at the sharp end

— Shal'toki Zanarri . she/her { ♡ Tarrek Amai } tag; #oc: shal'toki zanarri | ship tag; #x: try again

— Maina Amai. she/her { ♡ Luvas Kor } tag; #oc: maina amai | ship tag; #x: whatever whenever

— Fala Mox. she/her { ♡ Garazeb "Zeb" Orrelios } tag; #oc: fala mox | ship tag; #

— Aho Mox. he/him { ♡ Ahsoka Tano } tag; #oc: aho mox | ship tag; #x: blame it on me

— Gahya Astan. she/her { ♡ Kylo Ren/Ben Solo } tag; #oc: gahya astan | ship tag; #x: set in darkness rise in perfect light

House Of The Dragon

— Aelys Stark. she/her { ♡ N/A } tag; #oc: aelys stark

— Aerenya Targaryen. she/her { ♡ Benjicot Blackwood } tag; #oc: aerenya targaryen

— Rhaegor Targaryen. he/him { ♡ Taryne Strong } tag; #oc: rhaegor targaryen | ship tag; #taryne x rhaegor

— Taryne Strong. she/her { ♡ Rhaegor Targaryen } tag; #oc: taryne strong | ship tag; #taryne x rhaegor

Misc. Movies & TV

— Zoiya. she/her { ♡ Marcus } - Arcane tag; #oc: zoiya | ship tag; #x: you frustrate me incredibly

— Giulia "Juliet" Romano. she/her { ♡ Monty Fiske } - Disney tag; #oc: juliet romano | ship tag; #x: always beside you

— Alexandra Joe "Wraith" Colton. she/her { ♡ Tommy Arashikage/Storm Shadow } - G.I.JOE tag; #oc: alex colton | ship tag; #x: on the other side

— Kayla Johnson. she/her { ♡ Jackson Leung } - Transformers tag; #oc: kayla johnson | ship tag; #x: no matter what

— Michelle Eva Jones. she/her { ♡ Adam Milligan } - Supernatural tag; #oc: michelle jones | ship tag; #x: as above so below

— Manuela "Marie". she/her { ♡ Minho } - The Maze Runner tag; #oc: manu | ship tag; #x: way back to you

— Liliana Martínez. she/her { ♡ Steve Harrington } - Stranger Things tag; #oc: liliana martínez | ship tag; #x: skip a beat

— Helena Winter. she/her { ♡ Yuichi Kimura/The Father } - Bullet Train tag; #oc: helena winter | ship tag; #

— Yártien. she/her { ♡ Legolas } - The Lord Of The Rings tag; #oc: yártien | ship tag; #

ORIGINAL WORK

— Sól Guevara. she/her { ♡ Sean Thian } - Snowfall tag; #oc: sól guevara | ship tag; #x: I'll give you everything of me

— Jaye. she/her { ♡ Dex } - Outer Rim tag; #oc: jaye | ship tag; #x: snake fodder

#mymasterlist* #be careful this one is really long

[aceghosts]

Uquiz Roundup

Alright, I've been tagged in several Uquizzes lately, and I'm just going to do them in one post. Here are the links to said Uquizzes:

What kind of suffering are you?

Tell me of your heart and I'll give you a (tragic) love archetype and some advice

what are you doing here?

I've been tagged by @inafieldofdaisies, @voidika, @carlosoliveiraa, @nightbloodbix, @marivenah, @theelderhazelnut, and possibly others.

Since most people have done these, I'll send out a few tags to @bbrocklesnar, @alexxmason, @amalkavian, @captmactavish, @captastra, @clicheantagonist, @fourlittleseedlings, @socially-awkward-skeleton, and @mishwanders. (In the future, if you want to be tagged, feel free to like this post.)

Rooney Shepard

Lonliness

Your heart feels full of the connection you feel you lack. No matter how many people are around you, strangers or not….someone is missing. You don't know who, what, or if you'll ever find them. You're unsure if there's a person out there who'll really satisfy your life, so really what's the point of continuing to look?

(They definitely feel lonely at times, due to expectations placed upon them by themself and others. But I do think Rooney wishes occasionally there was someone who could understand what they're going through.)

04. SUB ROSA

Love is a game of here and there to you. Whether catching glimpse of another's neckline or grazing a knuckle between knocking shoulders of passing by. You have learned to adore in secrecy, the rawness of an outright confession to be spoken a foreign terror. There is ease in pursuing the unavailable, to remain within the space of possibility and nestle the fuzzy words another could say to make or break your day. Instability spun itself into mysterium and while the certainty of love in aging isn't to be forced upon anyone, there is a miniscule part of you testing the limits of ambiguity. Hold down the feeling and settle in the leather seat of a car, kiss the corner of a mouth and say how you feel. Your affection in its vulnerability is to be seen, lift the veil and do not fret when an honest word turns into all you have secretly yearned for. You are meant to be noticed and openly loved.

(So true! It's hard for Rooney to be honest about their romantic feelings.)

drowning (for the sake of it)

You are restless ambition and caffeinated nights. You are dancing-in-the-rain and record-player-breaking-down and god-I-knew-this-would-happen. The world made you the cynic and you cursed the world. You stomped in the mud and now you shout at the sky, but fear it not because you are so much stronger. You must persevere, and survive this night. The next and the next. By and by. You are so much stronger than you think you are. You have a purpose to find within yourself, and it doesn't come from the work you're doing now.

(This feels particularly true for their Cyberpunk universe, especially at the beginning of CP2077 where they feel very jaded.)

Hunter Delaney

Yearning

The pain in your chest bubbles knowing that what you want may never be yours. You're lost in a fantasy world, or consumed by what you wish you were or had as opposed to what you do. It's hard to appreciate what's around you when you're appreciating the hope of what could be instead.

(Spot on. After dying, Hunter yearns for their old life. Eventually, they learn to appreciate the new one.)

07. FATHER'S SON

Breathe down your own neck, it's the sound of smashing fist against furniture in another room again. The wringing hem of cloth and pattern of an escalating heart. Love is tumultous to you. There is grief and disguised forgiveness to damp down the yearning. A permanent fear of tender flesh spilling out, still- you must refrain of growing attached to the fear you had installed into you. Let go of the notion that love is still to be cherished with a hole in the head. Scrub crimson ancestry off wooden floors and try again tomorrow when your hands don't shake cold from the blood loss. Love isn't a fist to escape. Fill the hole in your head with cotton and know you are to be adored. You are deserving of an embrace without flinching.

(Eh, not so sold on this one for Hunter.)

atoning (for someone else)

You are sweet, sweet sorrow. Parting ways at an intersection, an angel's footsteps walking side by side with your own, the shadows of the past looming, looming. You are apologetic-moon-light and loiter-at-the-back-of-the-classroom and stilted-silence and rich-with-life. You are stepping-on-eggshells your way through life, be less careful. Be less careful. You make mistakes, you made mistakes, and you will make mistakes, but imagine growing from them without the wish to go back. Stop restricting yourself. Take a breath of the clean air. Stop breathing in your own secondhand smoke.

(I think this is kind of true. Before dying, Hunter was holding back a lot of themself. Although, now they're more murder-y. So, uh, Good for Them?)

Riley Callahan

The Giver

Your energy depletes as you hand it out to anyone passing by your basket. People walk by and take, but no one ever leaves. You're constantly running on low when people keep asking you to give. You'd give your soul away for free, and then what left do you have of yourself if you can't say no?

(This tracks.)

03. CUPID'S BROTHER

You have been love adjacent all your life. The faint spill of another story that softly grazed your shoulders when stood too close. Whether by design or not, you have yet to build a clear image of what love means to you. The interlocked weaving of a picture locket bound to strand of hair when hugged to tight, the sunpatch that meets your soles in glaring sun dried fields when running with a friend. You are not far from love, but moving between line of collision and avoidance at all times. A faint glimmer on sea lake surface of what could be. There is time to find what you want, find whether it's enough as is. Love is in you, breathing in another day. Continue as you are, realizing the love that is slowly blossoming in your life as it sharpens and clears in brushstrokes.

(It takes Riley a while to realize they are in love. So yeah, this feels pretty on brand.)

shining (for the world)

You are sunshine. You are too bright for this world and you know too much for your experiences. You are not naive, but you are not a cynic. You are not an optimist, but you don't see the point in pessimism. You are bright bells of energy and great pealing laughter and coffee-shop-dates and meet-in-person-lunches and you draw people to you like a magnet with the way you shine. You are bright and drained, drained, drained. You are restless nights, heavy days, broken moons. You deserve a rest. You deserve to release. You cannot carry the weight of the world alone. Share the tasks, be the light, and create the connections.

(Yeah, this absolutely nails Riley.)

Emerson Wright

Despair

The tunnel never had a light. You wish for nothing because you know you'll receive nothing, and your hopes died out long ago. The only thing that keeps you going is the thrill of emptiness you feel when things don't turn out your way. It's bitter. It's proof. Proof that you don't feel this way for nothing.

(Ouch, but yeah, this tracks for Emerson.)

06. CANíBALES; DEVOURER

Love's a knife to skin to you, a vein to woven muscle, blood puddle before you. You listened to all the promises of a stranger's relief and feel the drain of a shower head running it all down again. You committed another murder; kissed and bruised skin with a clench to a quivering wrist and went home in the defeaning quiet of a taxi. There's mold covered rage within you. If to take a heart home with you, you'd bite your way through muscle and ribcage first. Pleasure comes, but there will be no devouring past it. There is fear in settling down and being seen. There is a glass screen between these bodies and you. Relax your tight jaw and feel the real canine fear beneath that scabbed up cavity. The sacrifice of opening up is needed if to be loved as you deeply wish inside. Desire doesn't discriminate between hands or spoken word. Why should you?

(Again, on brand for Emerson. They would rather eat glass than open up.)

drowning (for the sake of it)

You are restless ambition and caffeinated nights. You are dancing-in-the-rain and record-player-breaking-down and god-I-knew-this-would-happen. The world made you the cynic and you cursed the world. You stomped in the mud and now you shout at the sky, but fear it not because you are so much stronger. You must persevere, and survive this night. The next and the next. By and by. You are so much stronger than you think you are. You have a purpose to find within yourself, and it doesn't come from the work you're doing now.

(Interesting that they got the same result as Rooney for this quiz. Emerson is pretty cynical, and I feel like this fits them pretty well.

#tag games #sorry if you've already done these and I've tagged you #I can't quite remember who has done everything #commander rooney shepard #I won't let fear compromise who I am #Hunter Delaney #Riley Callahan #Emerson Wright #Love how Emerson and Rooney are vying for emotionally constipated OC

[reyofluke-ocs]

#oc poll #toalltheocsivelovedbefore

[frogyjones-art]

Doing fic and headcanon requests 24/7!

General rules:

I'll only do requests that interest me this is stuff I do for fun in my free time so you might get an answer a week or two after sending a submission :]

Though I'll probobly get headcanons/short prompts done first!

Characters I write for:

because I don't know how to characterize the others

The Last of Us: Ellie Williams, Dina, Abby Anderson, Joel Miller

DBD: The Trapper ( Evan MacMillan ), The Nurse ( Sally Smithson ), Ghost Face ( Danny Johnson ), The Huntress ( Anna )

Silent Hill: Lisa Garland, Maria, Mary Shepard-Sunderland, James Sunderland, Angela Orosco, Harry Mason

Resident Evil: Alcina Dimitrescu, Bela Dimitrescu, Cassandra Dimitrescu, Daniela Dimitrescu, Donna Beneviento, Jill Valentine, Claire redfield (games/movies), Alice abernathy (movies), Rebecca Chambers

The Quarry: Emma Mountebank, Abigail Blyg, Kaitlyn Ka, Laura Kearney, Max Brinley, Nick Furcillio, Jacob Custos, Dylan leviny, Ryan Erzahler

Until Dawn: Sam Giddings, Ashley Brown, Emily Davis, Jessica Riley

Life is Strange: Maxine "Max" Caufield, Chloe Price, Rachel Amber, Kate Marsh, Victoria Chase, Dana Ward, Taylor Christensen

Tomb Raider: Lara Croft (better with the survivor series), Sam

(More to be added later!)

Do's:

Character x Reader, Character x Character, Some OC x Characters, Poly ships

Heavy angst/sensitive topics

AUs and alternative settings

More than 2 charcters for HC or short prompts

Max 2 main characters for ficlets

Dont's:

NSFW prompts

Incestual/pedophilic ships (yes this includes adoptive family or parental/sibling figures)

Any dead dove sort of shit, General No No's

Writing examples

#writing requests #writing prompts #writing asks #fic prompts #dbd x reader #resident evil x reader #silenthill x reader #dbd #silenthill #residentevil #residentevil8 #fic requests #headcanon requests #silenthill headcanons #residentevil headcanons #dbd headcanons #the quarry #the quarry headcanons #the quarry x reader #until dawn x reader #until dawn headcanons #LIS #life is strange headcanons #life is strange x reader #the last of us #the last of us x reader #the last of us headcanons #lara croft x reader #lara croft #tomb raider

[childofdratchet]

friend:what Oc do you regret making for CODMW2(remastered and 2009)

me:This-

•[SAMUEL JAMES BARNES•]

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          Soldiers-OTHERWISE

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Name:Samuel Barnes

Age:32

Gender:Male

Nickname(s):Sam, Sammy, Tasmanian Devil(Soap gave him

The nickname)

Alias(Es):Tasmanian Devil

TimeLine:Modern WarFare

Rank:Sergeant

Regiment:12th Infantry Regiment

Status:M.I.A

Birth Date:12/28/1990

Death Date:10/1/2024

Occupation:(Outside of the military) Highschool teacher(PE)

Affiliation’s:None Yet

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                “I don’t want to kill anyone.. I just don’t like bullies, no matter where they’re from.”-CAPTAIN AMERICA, MCU

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Skin Tone:Pale

Eye Color:Purple-ish-Blue

Hair Color:Brunnete

Hair Length:Short

Height:6’0

Weight:Unknown

Scar/Burns/Marks:a large scar across his back and a massive burn on his right shoulder.

Tattoo’s:A Phoenix Tattoo On His Back, That Has Writing Saying ‘Freer Than Scotland’

Physical Enchantment’s

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    “People are laying down there live’s for their country.. I wanted to protect mine and protect other’s so they didn’t have to die..”-SAMUEL BARNES, 2009

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Personality:He Is A Very Quiet but Strong and Protective Man, But he can also be very sweet and shy when he want’s. But he has terrible anger issue’s, which is good on the battlefield.

Fear(s):Acrophobia, Coulrophobia, Agrophobia and Virgintiphobia.

Likes:Reading, Hiking, Singing, Cooking, SwordPlay, Drawing, Archery and Horse-Riding

Dislikes:Abusers, Pedophiles, Zoophiles, (Any kind of philes), Predator’s and His Father

Habit(s):Zoning Out, Randomly lashing out in either Spanish or Gaelic, Drawing, Clinging onto someone when he’s a little scared

Flaw(s):Unknown/Classified

Talent(s):Hitting a high note in a song, Actually getting along with ghost And Mimicking other people’s accent’s and Voice’s(no matter the gender)

Reputation:A cold, rude and aggressive man who will kill you in an instant..

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   “I’m not scared… why, your ask?. Because me and my teammate’s are gonna end this god forsaken war..”-SAMUEL BARNES, 2021

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Love Interest:Classified

Friend(s):John “Soap” McTavish(BestFriend), Simon “Ghost” Riley(basically his 2ND in command), Captain John Price, Erwin König(HAH- he take’s the cake(, Gaz, Horangi and Alejandro Vargas.

Enemy(ies):Phillip Graves, Vladimir Makarov and General Shepard

Relationship(s):None

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  “if I could, I’d be taking away the every war.. so nobody lost any family member’s or died”-JAMES BARNES, 2019”

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Characters Abilities

Weapon(s):Guns, Knives, Swords, Bows and Axe

Preferred Weapon(s):Bow and Swords

(On the scale of 1 - 10; 1 being terrible and 10 being best)

Agility:8/10

Hand-To-Hand Combat:10/10

Long Range Accuracy:10/10

Defense:9/10

Offense:11/10

People Skills:4/10

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    “This year is going to be hell with how thing’s are going..”-SAMUEL BARNES, 2020

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BirthPlace: Scotland, Edinburgh

Family:Charles Barnes(Father, Scottish) Maria Barnes(Mother, Latina)

Character BackGround:Rumored to be in a Spanish-Scottish Mafia(which isn’t true at all)

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  “No no, no.. I don’t take order’s from you, only ghost, price, Soap and König.”-SAMUEL BARNES, 2022”

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     “I give you all, a very fond farewell.”-SAMUEL BARNES, 2024

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Funeral Song:The Last Goodbye-Billy Boyd

#codmw2 #oc

[ripley95]

I posted 1,504 times in 2022

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I tagged 127 of my posts in 2022

#f!shenko - 36 posts

#mass effect fanfiction - 30 posts

#fic rec - 16 posts

#mass effect - 15 posts

#fshenko - 15 posts

#mass effect fanart - 15 posts

#fic rec! - 11 posts

#kaidan alenko - 11 posts

#f!shepard - 9 posts

#other people's ocs - 8 posts

Longest Tag: 128 characters

#i'm not sure how much i'll actually use my youtube channel but there are a few other videos there already if anyone's interested

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

52 notes - Posted August 2, 2022

#4

Mass Effect. Inspired by the poster for "The Last Starfighter".

100 notes - Posted June 11, 2022

#3

110 notes - Posted August 27, 2022

#2

Sweet dreams Sophie. Best KEI-9 friend.

521 notes - Posted May 26, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Sweet Dreams, Sophie. Now featuring an actual dream!

This is an evolution of this original post.

Now also with silly youtube version.

864 notes - Posted June 15, 2022

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200 ocs?!?! that’s a whole lotta characters XD can you give us their names?

ive got 60 or so that im gonna keep to meself but i can list the rest of them lol

hopefully ill also be able to give yall mini portraits of these ones at some point

elder scrolls:

elinah m'om, ulon ris, haj-veesk, fallas, laebaeu gevered, orbga gra-azorgurz, dra'ja, patrik monhart, calconiril, yatgol gra-haznab, liliwe faeael, krobul gra-haznab, tyrus m'om, pegin, ramoa gro-khaslar, katirva, rides-the-waves, camara, ji'enji, sextus, gilael, jordna, danthil, rayiel, alidus, serldyn fyrdu, josll banois, saldros fenmon, mendis cabbage-beard, astden korahl, flavius iunedius, meavtra frozen-guard, lysben, bahasi, grimbo, shamor, valerth, gaspahrd tralon, ax a'nes, oecroth, kellyn, erumicil, evelyn, ahtif, drelsie, saelvus amatius, brutus roscal, lieri strong-bear, anuafil, vilvanna m'om, gitrel, estre, ilas-tei, gadros sadri, hussiri, sethyn marvyn, eriah, moroth gra-lagul, fjotver the wild, guilan tyneile, skoldar, babel rielont, vagionia cicerius, aston bruettezauzu, uulotar, da'ari, adiga big-hole, resyn, sibur, badkh gra-broz, aldseth feunur, lykhanmymdon vlamladia, bulfdyr red-eye, kraus, golerys ris, izafir, mororon

fallout:

audrey mckinney, jules, samuel davalos, avery archer, jace archer, simone yachtt, brian, li wei, eli philips, nicolas, terrance howell, delizah britt, james howell, nathim abadi, sean abadi-mckinney, gale philips, aleka comeli, terry allen, paige weaver, riley, dyonte, darius britt, jamaad britt, monique britt, mabel, lizbeth, xinya star, daisy, zoe, charles, servius, eric, chen star, natasa, eustace, pas pestalozzi, corey

dragon age:

feyron lavellan, adeliz petelier, tara hawke, bagna aeducan, rosetta trevalyn, solin adaar, basvaarad, torev cadash, joan trevalyn, davessa lavellan, guraas, danyris lavellan, tali, gabriel hawke, florence hawke, shiara tabris, paren mahariel, william cousland, atlis surana, natak brosca, melanie amell, tamriel andras

mass effect:

casey shepard, ryong ryder, jessie, seon ryder

cyberpunk 2077:

vendetta, vienna, viarmo, virgil, virtue, vanna, varix

dnd:

Ualian, thieddnedep daerkorckle, nuriyev pavel artemovich

#also i dont know if yall could guess this but #almost every single one of these names is underlined in red #its very funnie #ask #iwillspeakincessantly

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!!

Tysm for the ask <3 I'm running out of ocs that are developed enough to talk about (which is part of why it's taking me so long to answer these) so I'll go ahead and talk about my special little meow meow

Send me a !! and I'll introduce you to an OC!

Here comes: Alexei "riley" Strauss

(I need to draw them again soon bc all of my art for them is so old)

Age: 31 Identity: they/she + demi Birthsign: Sagittarius MBTI: ENTP Occupation: Medic/Scientist Class/spec: Infiltrator

The amount of Riley lore I have could be produced as its own novel, so the condensed version of it is that they're basically a very advanced AI created with reaper tech, which the Illusive Man then acquired and put to work on the Normandy as a spy pretending to be a doctor, but it backfires bc of Shepard's influence. They actually used to be a human doctor from Elysium (Alexei) before getting AI-ified but it's a looooooooong story.

They're very methodical and strategic but also very charming and polite (like it's super rare for them to use profanity or address someone informally). Kinda into doing fucked up lab experiments and has a disregard for ethics (shep spends a lot of time lecturing them on the difference between Right and Wrong lmao) but as they adapt to being a part of a human crew and understanding them more, they start to Get It and become Less Morally Ambiguous™️.

They are also my shep's canon romance <3

#askbox #oc alexei #SORRY ITS TAKING ME FOREVER TO DO THESE