Call Of Duty - Blog Posts

Oh I LOVE long lists, so if it's not too much to ask for, I'd be thrilled

Okay but I ask for ABSOLUTELY NO JUDGEMENT on some of these okay just hear me out-

*ahem* In no particular order, the lists are as follows:

I actually cut this list down really hard just to stuff I will write/yap about because I realized that if I didn't this post would take forever to make but trust me when I say I could go on.

Anime:

Dr STONE

Berserk

Hunter x Hunter

Naruto

Apothecary Diaries

Trigun

My Hero Academia

Hellsing + Hellsing Ultimate

Yu Gi Oh (Original series mostly, though I do love how crazy it's gotten in the past several years)

To Your Eternity

Erased

Yuri on Ice

Yona of the Dawn

Video Games:

Danganronpa (I'm currently slowly making my way through V3 but it's so much longer than the other ones I swear to god-)

Call of Cuty

Baldur's Gate 3

Poppy Playtime

Homicipher

Stardew Valley

Final Fantasy XII

Final Fantasy XV (it was good. Fight me.)

Persona 5

Other:

Phantom of the Opera

Pride & Prejudice

Any horror movie I've seen (there are so many)

Dungeons and Dragons

https://www.tumblr.com/annarobszombies/773224084234485760/simon-ghost-riley-looks-like-his-father-and-he

just read this and thought about simon with a baby that looks exactly like him and thinks they’re the most beautiful thing in the world

He does. He loves them.

He holds them in shaking hands, as he'd always had a fear of being a parent, but he can't take his eyes off them. It doesn't matter that they have his nose or his eyes or his hair. All that matters is that he created them with the person he loves most.

That's what matters to him. At least, I think so.

To re-write my Boku no Stress Relief series, or not to re-write my Boku no Stress Relief series...

Ugh, I have too much I want to do. I need to finish like three different CoD fics still TT_TT

Not me reading an old My Hero Academia fic I wrote in 2020 and realizing that I wrote an extremely similar fic for Call of Duty in 2022.

Damn. Am I unoriginal, or do I just have a type?

This, and Every Other World (Prologue)

The night creeps in, cold but not unforgiving. Not with Simon laid under you, his body giving off enough heat to chase the chill away. You’re splayed over his torso, ear pressed to his chest, listening to his steady heartbeat. 

Meeting him, having him love you, it felt like a miracle. If things in your life had gone differently, would the two of you even have crossed paths? Would you have gotten the chance to be pressed against him like this, body sore in the best way from being ravished so thoroughly. Would your left hand have the ring he gave you on it?

You push yourself up, leaning over him a bit. His dark eyes flit open, finding you immediately. 

“You alright?” He asks, voice thick with interrupted sleep. 

You frown to yourself, reaching out to lightly run your fingers over his face. He hums softly, eyes closing a bit as he lets himself enjoy your touch. His lips part, just slightly, when you brush over them, before he catches your fingertips in the quickest of kisses. 

"Do you think we find and fall in love with each other in every universe?" 

The question jolts him awake, eyebrows rising as he peers at you in the darkness. 

"I don't know," He admits. "I've never thought about things like that." 

Such a Simon thing to say. It honestly didn’t surprise you that much that he’d never put any time into these kinds of thought experiments. But you were curious, and maybe a bit insecure, so you decide to press on with it anyway. 

“Can you try to think about it?”

“Alright, alright.” 

Simon "Ghost" Riley looks like his father, and he hates it.

He hates the way his eyebrows arch, hates his nose, his lips, his fucking eyelashes. All of it.

He's honestly grateful for his compulsive need to wear the mask following his capture and the deaths of his family. When he wears it, he doesn't have to look at his father every time he looks in the mirror.

But then comes you.

You kiss his eyes, his nose, his lips, and you take picture after picture on the rare occasions he allows.

You run your hands through his hair, brush your fingertips over his hated features, and you look at him like he's the most beautiful thing in the world.

You spoil him with affection, mask or no mask, but the way you light up when he pulls it from his head and lets it fall wherever he drops it, exposing his face to you...it makes him start to think that maybe...

Maybe his face was okay.

[A concept for a future CoD fic]

"Do you think we fall in love in every universe?"

The question jolts him awake, eyebrows rising as he peers at you in the darkness.

"I don't know," He admits. "I've never thought about things like that."

You frown, reaching out to lightly run your fingers over his face.

"What if we-"

[Do you have a favorite AU?]

In a world of soulmates, you're only ever told that when you find The One, you'll know. But they never tell you exactly how, because for everyone, it's different.

Simon goes through his life feeling the same about everyone he meets. No one gives him any weird butterflies or epiphanies, nor does he feel especially drawn to any one person.

He has friends and coworkers, and plenty of pretty women who bat their eyelashes in hopes that he was their fated partner. But never once had he really...cared. So when you come into the picture, he has no idea what the fuck is wrong with him.

Looking at you makes his chest feel heavy, touching you makes his skin itch, and being apart from you makes him feel like he's dying.

Your smile lights him on fire, your voice the only one that can pull him from any and every thought. All he wants to do is keep you.

When he asks Price about it, because he has no one else to trust, he gets an odd look, then a slow smile. Then his captain pats him on the shoulder, and gives him a fond congratulations.

It still takes him almost five years to accept you for what you are to him.

If anyone knows pain, it's Simon.

After years of torture and hard missions, his body aches in all kinds of ways. Most of his days are good, but when they're bad, they're bad.

He doesn't moan and groan about it, doesn't complain. To him, there's just no point in crying over something like that.

But then comes you.

You, who after an accident in your younger years, suffers from chronic pain. You who keeps it in, and doesn't tell him about it until he bends you the wrong way in bed and has you in tears, but not in the way he's used to. It drives him insane.

He questions you about it, demands to know why the hell you didn't say anything. And to his absolute horror, you just shrug, and tell him it's not a big deal. You were used to it, there was no point in crying about it.

Its a jarring moment, to see himself in someone he loves, and he's not sure he likes it too much. You have to take care of yourself, you have to tell him when you hurt. He can't help you if he doesn't know what's going on.

It's massively hypocritical, and he knows it, but he refuses to let you be. He watches how you move, pays attention to how you twitch and sigh and God does he feel like he's looking at himself some days.

Your house fills with remedies. Heating pads and reusable ice packs, ibuprofen and tylenol, teas and oils and whatever else he can get his hands on that are supposed to help.

And he starts to complain.

Whenever his ribs hurt, he heaves heavy sighs. When his knees are stiff, he groans. It's so exaggerated, you can't help laughing, but you're not mocking him. He makes it clear, that if you were going to keep your silence, he was going to let it out for you.

With the finishing of Epic the Musical, I've been surprisingly wanting to write more Call of Duty fics. Maybe once Responsibility and Obligation is finished, I'll work on a new Ghost fic.

John Price x Reader

Simon "Ghost" Riley doesn't have a family, not one that anyone knows about. But an unexpected event has him leaving base for the first time in a long time.

"We could all use a little break."

If only John knew that he'd end up wrapped around you.

If you dream it, do it (literally)

Wow wow wow

Can you believe I wrote this in a month? 2023 was a weirdly great time for me productivity-wise

My blorbos <3

@giftober 2024 | Day 13: “Olympics/Sports”

If falling out of the helicopter was an Olympic sport, Kyle would get gold. (Price is a close sliver)

People sleep on Gaz when his introduction to 141 was basically him ranting to Price how they won't let him do the war crimes and Price going "you wanna do war crimes come with me"

Following them to go to Russia and threatened with killing a woman and a kid in order to get information from their pretty sure illegal POW

I feel like people in this fandom obsess over masked people when it's the unmasked ones that are psychos

Can you tell why this is his fav shirt 🤠

Combining 2 random hyperfixations pt5

Just a magical girl and her adopted uncle(she adopted him)

Ghost watching Amu one shot an entire horde of enemies: 👁️👁️

Amu: ☺️🫶💗💗💗💥💥☠️☠️☠️

Close ups under break

I was giggling way too hard while making this

⚠️CW: SUGGESTIVE ART⚠️

I’m so in love w Soap

Been obsessed w cod lately so I sketched one of my favs <3

there's just something extremely attractive about men with masks and I'm obsessed.

(i agree with everything said in the video)

#like yes fuck me please #crush me with that ungodly body of yours #do whatever you want with me i ain't gonna complain i swear

Graves breathes:

Alejandro:

Cod x Fallout NV! Mixing special interests!

Allow me to go on a tangent for a hot minute.

Exbrotherhood! Ghost: Simon has been part of the brotherhood for as long as he can remember. Having been abandoned as an infant on the steps of the Hidden Valley bunker. They took him in, becoming one of their most outstanding soldier with expertise in both weaponry and survival tactics. Simon would then be tranfered into their patrol team. Where he would collect data and become familiarized with the mojave landscape. Enough to expose himself to dangerous amounts of radiation. Which then turned him into a ghoul. He made his best attempt to keep his ghoulification hidden. However, word got around that they've been noticing a harshness in his voice and reluctant to change, shower, or eat in front of others. The overseer found out, making them take the ultimate decision of executing one of their own. In which he deemed "Putting him out of his misery." Simon completely shattered by his sentence. During his incarceration, he conjured the plan of faking his death on the day of his execution, in hopes of leaving the brotherhood and adopting the new identity he called "Ghost."

Boomer! Soap: John grew up on Nellis' air force base ever since his ancestors had left Vault 34 decades ago. Ever since Soap was introduced to heavy artillery and explosives, which is customary for residents part of the boomers. He discovered his natural talent of all things explosives, firing from long distances and calculating the necessary amount required for certain jobs. Soap volunteered to be part of their guard outpost. Anyone who would even look in the direction of the base would have been blast to kindgom come. They would receive all sorts of unwarranted visitors. A group that managed to catch his eye were the raiders who flaunted their makeshift armor. A part of Soap grew curious of their lifestyle and choice in wardrobe. After dark, he would secretly collect the scraps leftover from the explosions. Not much could have been recovered, but the pieces that did survive, he would wear and keep hidden in his bunker. Soap couldn't let the others know of his fascination. It would have been seen as fratinizing with the enemy.

More Ghostsoap Fallout Shenanigans!!

They are in the process of getting to know either other's characters, Ghost is having a hard time figuring Soap out.

He's about to fall asleep xD

Been working on my Furry-MW2 AU and decided to draw some of the characters.

Ghost is a wolf-dog

Soap is a pine marten

Price is an Airedale Terrier

Gaz is a red-tailed hawk

König is a lynx-wolf hybrid

Horangi is a Jindo dog(aka the tiger dog)

The idea of Price without a beard is making ME uncomfortable-

Price comes into their shared safe house after he had to shave and all he gets is chaos. Soap's close to hyperventilating as he points at him. Gaz is screaming about stranger danger. Ghost looks like he's seen a ghost (pun intended), absolutely shell shocked

Shaving his beard was only practical for the under cover mission ahead of him considering it was his most recognizable feature. It was strange seeing himself without it. He looked so much younger. When he walked out of the bathroom after finishing, Laswell did a double take.

“Wow. Forgot what you looked like without a rat on your face.”

Price rolled his eyes, “Very funny.”

He kept feeling his face. He felt like he was missing a part of him without the beard.

“I’m sure you gave the boys a heads up, right?”

“No?”

Laswell gives him a look, “You really should tell them. Before you get stabbed or blown up or shot.”

“Kate, they’re not going to react like that.”

“John, you look like a whole different person. Have they ever seen you without the beard?”

“No? But that doesn’t matter! I don’t look that different. They’re smarter than that.”

Price ignored the face Laswell was giving him. He needed to head back to the safe house and get ready to leave for the mission. He had two meetings he needed to attend, as well. Laswell just wished him luck instead of a usual goodbye. He scoffed, she was overreacting. The boys were all grown men. They may be taken aback by his missing beard but nothing extreme was going to happen.

Price was tired by the time he got back to the safe house. It was late but he knew the boys were still up. Most likely waiting for him so they (Ghost) could lock up the house properly. He opened the door and all but slammed it shut, that way Ghost knew he was there and didn’t try to kill him. He took his hat off and hung it up, groaning as he headed to the kitchen.

Ghost was there, sipping some tea.

“Hey, Simon-“

Ghost looked at him and immediately dropped his mug. Price jumped as ceramic shards and tea went all over the floor.

“What the hell, Simon?!”

Ghost stared at him, eyes wide. Soap ran into the kitchen not long after the mug shattered.

“Si! Are you okay-“

Soap cut himself off when he saw Price. His mouth hung open and he lifted his hand and pointed at his face. Price instinctively rubbed his face.

“I shaved.”

Soap gasps and stumbles back towards Ghost. He only stops when his back hits the man’s chest. He kept trying to speak but nothing comprehensible came out. He started breathing heavy as Ghost stood there like a statue.

“Breathe, Johnny-!”

“What’s going on in here-“

Price turned as Gaz walked into the kitchen. The man took one look at him before he just screamed at the top of his lungs. Price winces as Gaz screams bloody murder, Soap dropping to the floor. Ghost continued to stand, unmoving.

“Bloody- I SHAVED! IT’S NOT THE BIG OF A DEAL!”

“YOU LOOK LIKE YOU’RE GOING TO ASK ME IF I HAVE TIME TO TALK ABOUT JESUS!”

It took two full hours to get the three to calmly sit in the living room. They stared at him as he explained the mission he was going on, not hearing a word he was saying. Price stopped talking when he phone started ringing. He winces when he sees it was Laswell.

“Kate, hey-“

“I told you.”

Price blinks, groaning when he remembered that Laswell had full access to the security cameras around the safe house. He rubs his face, missing his beard.

“Yea… you did.”

The way I audibly said “holy shit 😮”

Simon "Ghost" Riley // Gilded Reaper Operator Skin

fine.. FINE! Dis skin gonna be mine, soon

Я ведь не одна считаю, что Володя похож на облезлого котика?😅

I'm not the only one who thinks that Volodya looks like a mangy cat, am I?