#CoD theory

[codesm]

Okay people I have been sitting on these feelings for a hot minute (aka since release date.) I have a crack theory that came to me while I was playing the Emergence level (I still feel uneasy thinking about the level. Y'all can tell me if it's the dumbest idea ever or something so funny, either way here I go.

I will put a spoiler warning just to be safe.

SPOILERS FOR CAMPAIGN OF BO6.

Here is my theory: Case is Adler's kid.

Here is my evidence:

1) Adler worked at the lab that Case was at, the same time Case was there.

2) Adler is very trusting of Case and can be seen joking, and even calling him kid (Assuming Case is in his 30s.)

3. Why would Adler's file showing the children part redacted? (It could be a nod to Harrow, but that some mental gymnastic.)

At the end of the day this was a theory that popped up in my head while I was screaming trying to get away from the zombies. If y'all enjoy it. I could flesh it out more, but I would love to hear opinions, even of yoy think it's stupid.

[tacticaldisguise]

Ghost's Autism vs Konig's Autism

so basically i was chatting with my mates while playing call of duty the other night and began speculating about the nature of the characters of Ghost and Konig, and began discussing them with my friends. After a small discussion about these characters, I came to the rather sudden conclusion that both Ghost and Konig were both neurodivergent. Now to some this would be obvious, they are both veterans of war, one being a mercenary and the other a member of a well trained military taskforce, there would very likely be some sort of neurological divergence in order for them to consider that a worthy path to take their lives down, however that is not the type of neurodivergence I was thinking of. Ghost and Konig are both autistic. (or ADHD perhaps, there is a lot of overlap) After many hours of concideration I have come to one simple conclusion; Ghost spends all his time in his room play S.T.A.L.K.E.R. and milsim games when he doesn't have anything to do, and Konig is a furry. Now some of you may disagree, some of you may thing I am rather strange for thinking this, but I pose you this simple retort; it would be kind of funny if this was true.

[akai-akai]

tf141 assisting in a drug bust, except the drugs get lit on fire and they're accidentally breathing in the fumes and getting high as fucking balls.

Johnny is MIA, chased some fucking wild animal off into the brush and he's not answering comms.

Kyle is having a crisis, nearly in tears as he yells "I promised my mum I'd never do drugs!!" at the ground as if it's the dirt's fault he's fucking baked.

Simon is sitting on the ground, head in his hands, not speaking a word and sitting so still he could be mistaken for a highly realistic mannequin.

John is squinting at each of them, can't focus his eyes, blurting out "where the fuck is Soap?" after doing the 9th headcount. Doesn't realize he's been leaning way off to the side and tilting his head with each headcount until he almost loses his balance.

And Laswell. Poor Laswell. She's directing the extraction team with minimal help from any of these idiots, pinching the bridge of her nose and wondering how much paperwork this is going to end up in.

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based on that one video of the news reporter high as fuck as a ton of drugs are burning behind him, it's one of my favorite news videos

[yi3248]

inspired by these 2 devastating tweets:

[pettyprocrastination]

House Husband

tw: somnophilia, consensual non-consent

Thinking about something happening with KORTEC that requires Konig to go into hiding indefinitely. Like full on faking his death, changing his name and adopting an entirely new personality.

That personality namely being your new husband.

When the team reaches out to you about the notion you shoot it down immediately- your job is to help create new identities. Passports, ID's, entire backstories to be slipped into government databases as if they had been there for years- but not playing house to a 6'6 Austrian in your sleepy suburban home.

Eventually you acquiesce, making a marriage licence and a believable story for your neighbors about the sudden appearance of the man who looks over your shoulder each time you open the door.

Thinking about how he accepts this new reality almost immediately and with little to no complaint. You'll expect to clash with him daily but instead you wake up to the smell of coffee and breakfast in the morning with him already doing the dishes. The contract killer is entirely too comfortable playing husband and wife because why shouldn't he? He's spent his entirely life being a complete recluse and now he's close quarters with a beautiful woman and a wedding band on his hand for God knows how long instead of waking up as the asscrack of dawn to run drills- he'll be milking this for as long as humanly possible and as far as you'll allow him.

It's slow at first. He's tentative- trying to see where your boundaries lay with him. When a well-meaning neighbor shows up on your to ask about your wearabouts, you feel his hand slither around your waist- eyes boring into the person standing in your doorway until they leave. Days later when you leave the house for work he insists on walking you out to your car and pressing his lips to your cheek is a chaste kiss goodbye with a promise that you'll have a good day at work. That's what a good husband would do, after all!

A week later he asks to stay in your bed- the measly twin in the guest room has done nothing but aggravate old injuries and cause a twinge in his back. You feel so bad seeing this downright gargantuan man try to fold himself into such a tiny space that you allow him into your own- pleasantly surprised when you wake up to his broad chest as your pillow and firm arms wrapped around you in the dead of night as well as his insistence that he sleep on the side closest to the door, lest anybody in search of him breaks in while you sleep.

You rationalize the sensation of his tongue greedily ravaging your cunt as it pulls you from your peaceful slumber because isn't that what good husbands do? What kind of man would he be if he left you wanting? Maybe he'd notice your lingering gaze or heard your muffled moans in the shower as you tended to your own desire spurred on by this kind-hearted but still dangerous shadow that had happily clung to you for the past month.

It's all you can do in return to spread your legs wider and curl your fingers in his firey hair, meeting your husbands eyes as he groans at your taste.

[marcsburnerphone]

Orange peel theory

John price x F!reader

Warnings: none

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You and John were relaxing in the sun room during mid day just enjoying each other’s company as the summer breeze swept through the net door. You admired him for a second, strong arms being slightly strangled by the tee shirt he wore, silly little bucket hat on his head, all muscle and man yet very john.

He was reading through some book with specific annotations gaz had given him weeks prior. Just then as you sat in your thoughts you noticed the bowl of clementines and nectarines sitting on the small coffee table and then you remembered the online trend you’d seen not too long ago about the gesture of someone peeling an orange for their loved one had greater meaning below the surface of the thought.

“These look good.” You say softly as you grab a ripe orange from the bowl.

“Hmm darling?” He says looking up before noticing the vibrant orange fruit in your hand.

“Oh yeah they are, I actually had one this morning.” He says gazing at you briefly then back to the book.

“I just don’t care for the brines under my nails you know.” You say smiling foolishly at the thought of doing this.

“Really I actually like it, the smell of citrus that is, the way it lingers” He says giving you a warm smile.

“The stickiness on my hands just bothers me, it looks really good though.” You say looking longingly at the fruit.

He sets the book on his chest and reaches a hand out from the sofa he lays on urging you to hand it to him.

“Give it here, I'll peel it for you.” You smile and hesitate to put it in his hands.

“Are you sure my love you really don’t have too?” You say batting your lashes at him.

“If you want it, I want to give it to you.” He says reaching further to pluck it from your hands and beginning to peel it.

You smile with a small giggle and get up to make your short way to him.

“What?” He says lightly, giving you the same smile throwing the rinds he’s peeled off in the bin beside him.

You straddle his waist as he lays beneath you, peeled orange in palm.

“You’ve passed the orange peel theory test.” He looks at you puzzled.

“The orange peel theory test? My darling what have you got going on now?”

“Supposedly if someone you love peels your orange for you without you outwardly asking, it's a form of showing love.” You say the last couple words mere inches from his mouth which he extends upward to connect your soft lips to his own.

When you pull away he offers the orange up to you.

“You better eat this damn orange my darling.” He jokes grabbing at your waist when you grab it from him peeling a slice from it to eat.

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The idea of someone peeling an orange for me makes me swoon, it's the simple things in life.

Comments and reboots are appreciated.

[machveil]

trying to figure out when Simon “Ghost” Riley was born and possibly headcanoning an age for him is an amazing use of time

*Simon, in 2016, is killed in the Caucasus Mountains (full blown adult)

in 2003, Simon returns home on leave from service (in England, you can volunteer for service at 16)

just prior to joining service, Simon works as an apprentice butcher at a grocery (the minimum age for working is 13 - I would assume Simon starts working late 15 to early 16)

Simon returns home from service in 2003. Simon leaves his apprenticeship as a butcher and joins the army after Sept 11 (2001) - assuming Simon left home as soon as possible to join service at 16, Simon returns home age 18-19 possibly

taking the year he comes home and presumed age he could be (2003 - (18 or 19)), Simon could have been born 1984-1985

knowing the year Simon dies (2016), I would wager Simon is 31 or 32, thank you for listening to my theory on Simon’s headcanoned age

*it’s worth mentioning that I will write for all CoD characters as if they never die in-game. we’re happy and healthy here

[nullyisgoinginsane]

i had a vision at 4am last night

[forestshadow-wolf]

After a while of them being together soap realizes that Ghost starts to taste like strawberries. But... Ghost hates strawberries. Soap loves them, they're his favorite. Toss them with a bit of sugar, and a tiny splash of lemon. Best snack. But Ghost could not care less for them if he tried. So why would Ghost taste like strawberries?

[lamentable-comedy]

you know, that one story about a relationship between a guy with an unprecedented one of a kind power and his kind of dead love interest who wears a lot of fancy floral print outfits

(aka Simon Snow Pushing Daisies AU)

[alliddewrites]

Orange Peel Theory

Simon 'Ghost' Riley x Reader

Content disclaimer:

Pure fluff,

Not proofread,

Gender neutral reader

Masterlist

While scrolling through TikTok on your bed, you came across a video of a woman asking her boyfriend for an orange, seeing if he would peel it or not.

Looking over at Simon next to you, who is currently focused on something on his laptop, you decide to try it too.

“Simoooon?” you try to get his attention, drawing out his name, making your voice whinier.

“Hm?” he raises an eyebrow, still engrossed in his laptop.

“I want an orange…” you said, giving him your best puppy dog eyes.

“We have some in the kitchen.” he takes a glance at you, trying to figure out your intentions.

“But I don't wanna peel it…” you whine, leaning against his arm and nuzzling against it.

He puts his pointer finger and thumb under your chin, tilitng your head up, “I'll peel it, I'll cut it, saute it, cook it. I'll do anything for ya.” he looks directly into your eyes with the softest look you've ever seen on his face.

He lets you go, but before he can get off the bed, you cling onto him, burying your face in his chest while grabbing onto his closest arm.

“I didn't actually want an orange… Just wanted to see what your response would be to me asking.” you mumble against him.

“Oh yeah?” he puts aside his laptop and pulls you on his lap. “Is this a test or something?”

“I just saw other girls doing this online, so I also wanted to do it with you.” you reply, looking up at him.

“And did I pass?” he whispers in your ear, squeezing you slightly. You giggle and wrap your arms around his neck, linking your hands together.

“Well… I don't see a peeled, cut, sauteed, cooked orange anywhere.” you tease.

“You cheeky little…” he kisses you, cutting himself off.

Inspired by this TikTok

[thatchickwithtoomanyhobbies]

Because the story I was writing was deleted courtesy of my parrot (apparently bird tongues work on tablet screens), I leave you with whatever this is:

I can’t be the only one who thinks Rafe Adler from Uncharted 4 looks extremely similar to Zussman from COD WW2. This means it’s conspiracy theory time!

Zussman is between 21-23 during the events of COD WW2, so still very young. Rafe Adler is somewhere in his 30’s during the events of Uncharted 4, which is set in 2016. For the sake of this theory, we’ll go with about 35.

Let’s say Zuss got married at 25 in 1947, and had a daughter (let’s call her Lisa) in 1950. If Rafe is 35 in the events of Uncharted, that would place his birthday sometime in 1981. The same year Lisa would 31.

It’s canon that Zussman’s family owned a store of some kind his entire life. It’s also canon in the uncharted series that Rafe inherited his family’s business- a chain of big box retailers.

What if Zussman took over the family business and managed to grow it enough to be able to open more locations across America? He’d probably pass it down to his daughter, Lisa, who would take over running it probably sometime in the 70’s.

Let’s say Lisa meets a guy (let’s call him Richard Adler) at age 27, dates him for a couple years, then marries him in 1980 at the age of 30. A year later they have their first child, Rafe Adler, Zussman’s grandson that eventually takes over the business.

“But, Bird! Rafe has contact with mercenaries! How does that work?” I hear you.

What if Aiello’s family has ties to the Italian mafia? What if Aiello looped Zussman in and they used the original store as a front for shady business dealings? What if Zuss used his cut to grow the store? What if the girl Zussman married is Aiello’s own sister? The two families are now tied together.

Rafe needs a mercenary for finding Avery’s treasure? Why not call one of Aiello’s grandchildren (his cousins) whom he grew up with, and happens to know a certain Nadine Ross?

Anyway that’s just a fun theory and probably not canon whatsoever. But it sure is fun to think about. And you can’t deny that Rafe looks like Aiello and Zussman put together. 😉

I hope your enjoying this gamer girl’s takes while the fanfiction section of my brain isn’t operating. Let me know if you want more of these.

[frescoisnotinthemilitary]

Icarus was young. Simply a boy.

Simon is a man, sensible. So he convinces himself.

Apollo’s charm swayed him. Icarus is dead of the warmth of the sun.

Johnny’s charm will not lure Simon. So he convinces himself.

Eventually, all things change. Impermanence is the way of existence.

Icarus’s love led him to his demise. Apollo was the center of his galaxy. He could only cling to life so long before the draw of Apollo’s beauty pulled him inevitably to Tartarus.

Johnny may carry me to the same fate. But at least I’ll be in his arms.

[welldonekhushi]

Dude.. the ultimate question that arises in my mind is: "Where is Soap?"

Also.. I turned the color of my blog into a MWIII themed cause.. why not ;)

[tanked-up]

Price to Ghost: I still can’t believe you did this! WHAT WERE YOU THINKING

Ghost: Well, what can I say… I know how to handle myself with da’ knife

Soap yelling from the other room: HE SURE does

Price now yelling at Soap: HE KILLED MY GOLDFISH WITH A KNIFE

Ghost: I DIDNT KNOW IT WAS GOING TO LAND ON THE GLASS THINGY HE WAS INSIDE OF

Soap walking up to the room where Price and Ghost are arguing: That’s messed up, Ghost

[dovabunny]

Why is there no fan theory of cyborg Soap yet?

Besides just a new scar Soap gets a metal plate fused against his head that saved his life.

Put the 'modern' into 'warfare'.

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GhostSoap AU Concept - Red Eye Johnny

Ghost felt like he'd been punched in the gut and he couldn't catch his breath.

He blinks and looks through the scope again.

There's no mistake.

He knows that profile. The slop of his nose, angle of his chin, that pouty bottom lip.

Just as Ghost's heart wants to beat out of his chest the spectre turns and he feels sick.

Against his left temple is a steel plate fused into his skull. One beautiful familiar blue eye, one an unnatural red.

The phantom is instructing enemy troops, clearly respected and feared.

Ghost was supposed to just get a rough headcount and possible weak points in the compound, but he can't tear himself away. Fury sparks from a deep gaping ache Johnny left behind, and he waits on a clear shot.

This imposter, this sculpted cyborg demon needs to die.

Through his scope he follows his prey who has slipped away to the roof, checking around as if to make sure he's alone.

He pulls out something from his vest and hugs it, curls himself around it.

Ghost frowns and zooms in.

And sees the torn remnants of a familiar skull mask.