#Call of Duty ocs

[pampanope]

7-11 Lore Bite 3

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Efren visits his parents on December 1st every year.

It’s rained each day he’s visited.

[applbottmjeens]

F1 x COD OCs

Ft. @kaitaiga, @sleepyconfusedpotato, @alypink

HELLO BRAINROT COMMUNITY WE R COMBINING TWO FAVES.

MY FRIENDS OCS AND GUYS WHO DRIVE REAAAALLLY FAST

its my first time drawing some of these guys so it doesn't look as polished as id like, but I think that just means I gotta draw alot of F1 haha :3

This took way too long for me to make...but I hope everyone likes it :')

[temeyes]

I miss Chariot 🥲

drew Chariot (and her brother a.k.a their emotional translator) just for u, bestie teehee

[welldonekhushi]

Black Ops OC's as Vines!

Adler was about to destroy this copy. Thank god I recovered it before he could have taken this masterpiece away.

This is a special vine compilation created for my beloved mutuals, having their Black Ops OC's, (along with mine.. sniff) doing shenanigans with each other when the canon isn't in the mood to give them pain and suffering. Because I hope it stays that way. Hope you enjoy! ♡

Name of the OC's that have been used in this compilation, under the cut!

(In case any of you have been missed out in this compilation, my deepest apologies. But, next time you can be the lucky one!)

Aleksandra "Aleks" Clarke @alypink

Mila @efingart

Jodie "Bell" Hall @imagoddamnonionmason

Charles Moore @deeptrashwitch

Koa "Hunter" Nikau @islandtarochips

Abigail "Abby" Mason @revnah1406

Marlene Monroe @eccentrcks

Annika Nikolayevna Vorovna @walder-138

Helina "Bell" Soldatova @iamcautiouslyoptimistic

Vasili "Bell" Sokolov (which is me)

[dutiful-wildcraft]

Been having some trouble with ye old autistic burnout, so I wrote a fluffy little piece about it.

Ghost x M!OC Darren "Thumper" Martin

Unedited, just straight fluff and comfort, enjoy <3

Ghost finds Darren in their base's kitchen, he's perched in the uncomfortable metal chair that's really too small for any of the 5 men that live there.

He's been sparse all day, slinking around in the background. A shadow, not unlike Ghost himself on some days. It's not uncommon for Darren to slip off on his own. He knows his limits, and Ghost often leans into his room to find him napping, tucked into a bear sized burrito with the fancy little sleep mask Gaz gifted him. It fits him perfect, even has little bluetooth speakers so he can play white noise to block out all the rest. 

Usually he reappears after an hour or so, the buzzing rain cloud of too much noise and fluorescent lighting temporarily shooed from around his head. 

There appeared to be no such reprieve today. Darren was far away from himself, faded into the background from his usual interactions. Ghost knows the signs well, has an easiedr time spotting it in others than himself. He usually gave Darren the opportunity to regulate himself before butting in. 

And Darren had given it a try really. Ghost had watched him fuss incessantly with his shirt, the familiar soft cotton suddenly too tight and itchy on his sensitive skin, cuffs hugging his biceps too much, clinging to his stomach. Hands rubbing over and over along his thighs in an attempt to smooth away stress. He'd changed his shirt at least 3 times if Ghost had noted correctly.

He'd even braved lunch with them, wincing slightly at the whir and inevitably blaring beep of Soaps microwaved macaroni. Pushed around his food for a bit before giving up, throwing it in a container to hopefully attempt later.

He'd avoided the gym all together, and then dinner, shooting a quick text to Price to let him know he was feeling ill. Wanted to rest. Ghost doubted Price bought the lie either, but decided against pressing the issue. 

Ghost had resolved to check on him that evening only to find it empty in the late hours of the night.

And so he finds him here, bundled in a big sweatshirt with the hood pulled over his head, leg bouncing rapidly as he stares at the container of leftovers he'd put away that afternoon. He holds his head in his hands, looking equal parts disgusted and distressed.

“Why you thumpin’ Thumper?”

Darren jumps, big body jolting hard enough to make the chair squeak as whips up to look at him.

“Jesus christ, I didn't even hear ya come in.” He gives him a superficial nervous laugh, hiding his face again. Ghost hates it, when he hides his face. But he can’t say much, he hides too, keeps the mask on, hides earplugs or headphones underneath so the buzz of electricity doesn’t drive him mad. Rotates the same 4 lunches over and over in such a way as to not draw too much attention. He understands. 

He knows the pain, the frustration. Feeling like a silly cartoon thermometer, smoke fuming from his ears when Soap asks him one to many questions, the rising pressure of discomfort that never seems to shatter the glass, just mounting pressure that makes him feel like he’s suffocating in his own skin. And even with all the therapy and little tricks sometimes self soothing can only carry him so far. And while he thinks he understands why Darren suffers now, this was not the time for blunt solutions. This would take some tact, gentle prodding to keep Darren from buckling down and writhing himself deeper into the tangle of troubles that has him staring at stale mashed potatoes at midnight.

“Gonna tell me what's got you worked up?”

Darrens shoulders sag, and the other leg fires up in its bouncing, moving in an opposite rhythm to the other. Darren tries to wait him out, but Ghost is having none of it. Let’s him sit and writhe in the uncomfortable silence until Darren finally spits it out. 

“Lieutenant, it’s fine-”

“We ain’t workin’” Ghost cuts him off sternly, moves to sit down in the chair beside him. 

“I’m hungry.” he throws at the table, tired, antsy. He crosses his arms over his chest, squeezing tightly, another barrier he attempts to put between him and Ghost. 

Ghost’s eyes flick between Darren and the plastic container, prompting him to keep talking. Darren squirms.

“Its..It’s not that serious, I’m just being a toddler about…just,  I know I need to eat, It’s why I’m pissy. Everything just sounds bad, and I’d rather starve than eat any of this shit. But I need to eat.” he snaps, more at himself than Ghost. 

Ghost knows the feeling all too well. 

“Alright, if you could have anything right now, hot or cold?”

“What?”

That get’s his attention, tired gray eyes flicker up to meet his. He squints for a moment, thinking before piping up, slow and careful. 

“Hot”

“Soft or crunchy?”

His next reply comes a little quicker.

“Soft, I think”

“Spicy? Sweet?”

Darren wrinkles his nose, not unlike a bunny, and Ghost can’t help the amused smile tugging at his scarred lips. 

“Think I just want somethin’...kinda gentle?” he peeks up at Ghost, as if to ask permission. His sweet man. He looks a little more clear now, he’s stopped bouncing, hands now shoved in the front pocket of his hoodie as he looks toward him with a hopeful little glimmer. 

“Should be easy then.” Ghost nods, standing easily, mindful of the chair scraping against the tile floor. He takes the leftovers from Darren and pops them back in the fridge as he begins to dig around for other ingredients. 

Darren twists, following him across the room with curious eyes. Ghost digs out all he needs, a pack of noodles, butter, some of the cheap parmesan that Darren insisted they keep. Salt, pepper. 

“Whatcha makin?”

“Those noodles you like, should do well enough, yeah?

Ghost has barely gotten the water on the stovetop before a set of burly arms wrap around him, soft and slow as Darren molds himself to his back, face pressed between his shoulder blades. He’s content to let him stay there, clinging to him like a koala as Ghost takes half-steps back and forth to finish up their dinner. He makes them each a plate before guiding them both back to the table. 

The simple buttery noodles were just the ticket too. The tension from his shoulders easing as he digs in finally, scarfing down the food with an iron focus. The man must have been starving all day, the chips steadily stacking against him with each added stressor. He even goes for seconds, pushing his hood away from his face and returning to his seat with a happy little sway. A bouncy ritual that tells Simon he’s pleased. 

He grins up at Simon once they’ve both cleaned their dishes, sweet and sheepish. 

“There you are. “ Ghost murmurs with a smile, “C’mere love.” he gingerly guides Darren toward his front, tucking the bulky man close against his chest and hugging him tight. “You’ve been hidin’ from me today.” he chastises softly, pressing a soft kiss against his hairline as they sway gently in place. 

“Been real tired.” Darren whispers, letting some of the defeat bleed through. “M’sorry.”

“Let’s get you to bed then.” 

It’s short walk back to Simon’s room, Darren’s warm hand tucked in his as they go. He leaves the tired man perched on the edge of his bed as he prepares the room. Turns out the lights besides the soft glow from the night stand, sets up the small desk fan, digs out the extra pillows and tosses one at Darren’s head playfully. Earning him light giggle as he keeps the prize to himself and flops backwards, shimmying himself up nicely in Ghost’s bed. 

“Negative, take that off, you're going to be roasting us both in that.”

Darren huffs, shucking off the soft hoodie and t-shirt underneath, revealing a soft broad chest and even softer stomach, delicate inky lines run over his breast and shoulder and along his arm, soft flowers that contrast the hard lines on Ghost’s own arm. He folds them both up neatly, before shimmying under the blankets in just his sweatpants, tugging the covers up over his chin, and waiting for Ghost with sleepy sweet eyes. 

Ghost knows damn well the sweatpants will also get kicked off in the night, and he will wake up with a big southern octopus clinging to him in just his briefs. (If he’s lucky those might come off too.) He crawls over him in the bed, pausing briefly to straddle his hips and catch his lips in a soft slow kiss. Darren hums happily, hips wiggling under the blankets as he wraps his arms around his neck. 

“Careful now.” Ghost warns, nipping at his jaw playfully before flopping down beside him with the grace of a lazy cat. With some fussing he manages to get under the covers, tucking himself against the wall and dragging Darren across the bed. Simon tucks him against his chest, curling an arm around his waist and letting his fingers trail idly over the coarse hair of his belly. 

“Thanks for taking care of me Simon.”

Simon only hums, pressing another soft kiss to the back of his neck before squeezing him closer. Finally, with full bellies and the soft whir of the fan, they both fall into a peaceful sleep, curled into the warmth of one another.

[revnah1406]

So this was sitting on my wips list for quite a long time. And It's been a while since the last time I brought Op Kingslayer content. I don't know if I'm going to finish it hahahaha! But I thought it would be nice to show you what the team looks like in their mission in Bolivia. <3

I'll bring more content soon! And I hope the next chapter too! Also new OCs will join the team! What is going to happen? *Dramatic music intensifies*

OCs:

Hannah "Sparrow" Clayton - @revnah1406

Alyssa "Aly" M. - @alypink

Captain Arjun - @welldonekhushi

Mandy Macfie - @alidravana

Charlotte "Jade" le Jardin - @sleepyconfusedpotato

[insomniacsystem]

Ibispaint killed the quality somehow but take Vance and Graves.

Vance is very very comfy best napping spot <3

Base: @mellon-soup

[imagoddamnonionmason]

Send in a question you would like to ask of my OC and I'll answer in-character!

Thought about this for a while, now, and think that it would be a good prompt.

Reblog to your hearts content and get people asking your OCs questions!

The ONLY rule is this: answer it as your OC.

[the-whispers-of-death]

New Member

When the 141 were told they'd have an IT Specialist from the U.S. Navy joining them since all of the SAS It Specialists were too busy and the 141 needed their own IT Specialist instead of being put on the back burner with the rest of the SAS squads, they all were apprehensive at adding someone new to their squad. Especially because it had only been eight months since they've been lent Fleet Marine Corpsman Mishra, aka Stone, and honestly one American was already enough for them.

But Laswell told them that there was no negotiating this and Price had to look through military files on potential IT Specialists to find the right one. It took him a week to pick one and two weeks for them fly her in.

One day, Price gathered the 141 in a conference room. He took a deep breath and said, "I know we all don't want someone new, but we had no choice so I'm telling you all to at least act professional with her. Okay?"

With those words, he went to the door and ushered in the new IT Specialist. She was the shortest of them all at five-foot-six and she had a burly build, looking a bit tiny surrounded by larger military men. Her skin was a warm brown tone, not marred with scars but rather decorated with a tattoo sleeve of vines wrapping around her right arm that barely hid beneath the sleeve of her uniform from where it stopped at her wrists. Her black, wavy hair was pulled up in an elegant bun, bobby pins pinning it into place and her dark brown eyes that looked like pools of chocolate were framed by thin-wire glasses.

"Hello," she said with a naturally bright smile on her face, her voice soft and lyrical. "I'm Petty Officer 3rd Class Vasanti Singh. I'm honored to be working you all."

Soap eyed her warily, still burned by Graves and Shadow Company's betrayal. "What's your callsign?" he asked, curious but still cautious.

"Ladder," Stone answered for her, his cold voice bouncing off the walls as always as he stared at the woman he knew.

Ladder's smile widened. "Stone, it's good to see you again," she replied, to which Stone graced her with a respectful nod in response.

Gaz was intrigued by that, since there weren't many that Stone respected. "You know each other?"

"I've served with men that Stone used to serve with when he was still only a Navy Corpsman instead of a Fleet Marine Corpsman, we met during one of the hang-outs five years ago and we've known each other since," Ladder explained, still looking at Stone. "It had been a while though, at least a year. I'm glad to see you're still alive, Stone."

Stone merely grunted in response, a normal response from him. "You and me both, Ladder."

"How did you get the callsign "Ladder"?" Ghost asked, his eyes narrowed beneath his white skull mask and balaclava. He didn't trust her just yet, which was typical from the man.

Soap smirked at her. "Is it because you're so short?" he asked, intently watching her reaction.

"Soap," Price said, but Ladder just laughed.

She nodded and replied, "That, and because I can lift a ladder with one hand."

Ghost scanned her short but burly frame up and down, assessing her. "I look forward to seeing that."

"You will. I promise you that."

Reblogs are welcomed & appreciated! Asks are open, feel free to pop in and talk or request something! (SFW requests only, please and thank you)

[unmotivatedartistry]

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two posts in two days? whew. also, don't ask me how long this took. months, actually. how many layers? 108 including the sketch layers, 102 without. i'm going insane. also please appreciate him he took hours

[baohanhanesel]

Hello. I would like to introduce my ocs to the fandom.

This is Zhen Leng. He is the captain of the Chinese special forces. And he doesn't get paid enough for worrying over his three stray hounds.

This is Ming Yunqi. He is the colonel. He is also stray hound number one.

And then there comes the sergeants.

Firstly, Guan ( Stray hound number two) ;

And then Baozhai (Stray hound number three);

If I were to sit here and tell you all about the lore it would probably be boring. So instead, let me show you some drawings I made of them till now.

[therealmrteapot]

Call of Duty OCs are wild, because mine are all in this little illegal gang together, we have

Alexei Krasnov: The group's literal mother who has been crushing hard on Price since he was like 13 (They're the same age and were besties in school fret not), is done with his 'kids' and their shit and realises that he also seems to have feelings for a certain old helicopter man.

Lucinda Boki: Absolutely fucking feral lady who can and will rip your face off over a Poptart, the designated driver of any event and the ultimate stalker.

Harrison Richards: Angery fire man, no other words

Leon Young: Who even let him in he can't even fight bursting into tears afterwards because he feels guilty. Definitely the favourite child, because out of everyone, he seems to be less violent and ultimately breaks less shit than Lucinda (Mouse) and Harrison (Flare).

Zaro: Literally just there for the gossip and alcohol. She doesn't even fight like girlypop what are you doing (gathering intel, that's what)

Vero MacTavish: Problem child.

[walder-138]

PRE-SCARRED, UNDERCOVER BULLET!

Hope tumblr didn’t butcher the already poor quality-

Here’s my girl during her CIA era, undercover in Konni group! Let’s hope she doesn’t get caught, yeah? She definitely won’t be caught and permanently disfigured I promise guys

[8-rae-rae-8]

Orange.

It reminds him of the sun, of fire, of love, of anger, of loss. Smiles, tears and sleepless nights. The line between content and unease had always been blurred to him. A mess of all shades. Burnt oranges, neons, pastels...

The warmth of it was always familiar, a net to fall into, a blanket to cuddle into. And if Wesley wasn't a weak man, he'd face the bright lights outside of his room. See the smiles that felt like they both burned and soothed him, the care that came with the gentle glances.

The other Shadows weren't scary. He knew their comfort since he was young, when smiling green eyes showed him what was called a family. It was his family now, the closest he had.

Orange.

Unable to face it, like the touch would hurt and everything felt like firey hatred. Grief tightening his shoulders and reddening his soft eyes. Sending shivers down his back like he's missing something.

He is.

The family—the Shadows—couldn't be complete. A nagging feeling. A missing puzzle piece that no other could fill.

Green.

It's missing. He's missing. The one splotch of green daring to melt the sea of orange, hesitating to take over. A watercolor paint in the acrylic, watering it down until the colors could mesh. Green was always there, but always kept its place, a cool corner of his mind, always there. Always the one thing to pull him out of a warm bed when they needed to go. Wesley never knew when to stop or go, anyway.

Grief. Molded into colors surrounding the green. Muddied, dull, improper. It didn't grow, but the colors framed around it changed. Became a more.. tired version. The loss, the exhaustion, the sadness taking place in the muddied oranges and greens where the colors mixed. The colors never mixed into something pretty, no matter how hard he tried to make use of the feelings.

His mind wasn't a wreck, but a piece of art misshapen and damaged. Colors fading in and out where they're weren't supposed to be any.

Orange. Warmth, care, love, safety.

Green. Grief, loss, but wrapped protectively in the net. Both the thing that haunted and loved him.

It's missing, the bright green Wesley once knew. Faded and messily added to the mix of warm orange. He was missing with the gentle green eyes.

And yet, his name felt so warm to his mind. So purely orange. Warm, delicate, safe.

Lukas James Withers. Brother. Shadow. Friend. Orange.

Orange?

[revnah1406]

CAPTAINS YEAH!

So I wanted to draw some sexy Captains from my mutuals, and also I thought this was the perfect opportunity to introduce you to Captain Elija Hubber, who was Sparrow's captain during her time in The Swiss Armed Forces (I have to upload her bio I'm so sorry).

BUT ANYWAY!

Here we have... OUR SEXY AND ALWAYS SERIOUS CAPTAIN ARJUN (@welldonekhushi), THE HANDSOME AND STOICK CAPTAIN LACHLAN (@kaitaiga), AND THE CALM AND CHILL CAPTAIN ELIJAH HUBBER!

Three captains of three different nations and different armies. But they have one thing in common! They are always tired but will murder for their kids (soldiers) ☝🏻.

I love them so much. I hope you like it!❤️❤️

[inknites]

Urzik ocs 🔛🔝

Anyways thought I should introduce tumblr to Idris aka Four. He is a call of duty oc based on the idea that there is a ULF Cavalry team, from the lovely __av.enue over on tiktok 🫶