#Shadow Company ocs

[snootlestheangel]

The "my oc wants to have a play date with your oc, if that's okay" thing

Except its all the Shadow Company ocs being the chaos gremlins they are

In other words, I desperately want to write something that focuses on Shadow Company doing their job but like all the characters are ocs from the COD community. I just feel like it's necessary to have something that unites all the Shadow ocs like they're supposed to be.

I mean, they're all ocs of the same organization and we're just supposed to pretend they wouldn't interact?

We're just supposed to pretend that my boy Truck isn't known by all the Shadow ocs as "old man"?

We're just supposed to pretend Meerkat (@stuffireadandenjoy 's shadow oc) isn't encouraging my pretty boy Flash to do something stupid??

I want my boy Woody to lose his shit laughing as @deeptrashwitch 's ocs beat mine in the Shadow Olympics

I want @cod-dump 's big boy Moose to watch in confusion and mild fear as @midnight193 's boy Star and my boy Flash do their shenanigans

I want to see all the Shadow ocs together like they should be. I want all our Shadow ocs to have complicated interpersonal relationships like they would if they were real teammates/coworkers. I want to know which ocs would find Ness attractive and which are terrified of the base cryptid.

I just want to see our Shadow Company

And if I have to be the one to do it, then so be it. I don't know what 'it' is but that's not the point

[shadow18-1]

Data analysts don't run! Poor girl....

7-11 belongs to @pampanope

[zante-selachi]

The SEAsians in Shadow Company (so far)

I saw Dawn and Reed and my brain just went "put them together with Orion NOW"

Dawn - @tw1nkee28

Reed - @justasmolbard

Also cough i didnt know that 7-11 was Filipino/American so he was added last minute mb @pampanope 😔

Happy tears?? Idk but 7-11 on the side, maybe he was late to the small 'gathering' LOL

Had to go in with ibis to make some parts pop more 🫶🏻 also flags are hard

[olibird]

Two minute doodles part 2 :o

Wow the challenge continues, all the drawings are done in 2-5 minutes. Enjoy :D (Also the train is referenced from Mythrites train)

In order: Lucky, Moff, Moth, Monty, Phoenix, Vance, Sentinel, Murphy, Fish, Flatline, Lovelace, 7-11, Orca, Jackrabbit, Joker, Matchstick and Coyote.

More coming soon :)

[edenkyubiko]

CHIBI COMMISSION

Howdy howdy! Just a little comm for @sw11ft !!

He wanted his lil guy (right side) annoying Ghost ((as he should

I just wanted to do the pink version for funny :3

Anyways have a good day/night

[insomniacsystem]

Ibispaint killed the quality somehow but take Vance and Graves.

Vance is very very comfy best napping spot <3

Base: @mellon-soup

[tw1nkee28]

☆ Shadow Company OCs !! ☆

Belantik / Orion - @zante-selachi

KitKat / Mini - @olibird

Switchblade - @mythrite

7-11 - @pampanope

I love each and every one of them 🫶

[r0ttenb0gb0dy]

sketches of all my shadow OC's plus graves for good measure i love him with all of my heart . ✨🥰

(can safely say before rex was around graves definitely had a fling with maverick but he would adamantly deny it at every turn 💀)

[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?

[snootlestheangel]

Back at it with more Shadow Company Moose

cause apparently my life revolves around him now @cod-dump

Big boy Moose falling perfectly jn line with Soap's type. Big, strong, intimidating but quiet, deep voice, all of it.

Soap being the type of person to flirt casually with people whose company he genuinely enjoys.

Soap flirting with Moose after getting to know him a bit better. Moose being flattered but not into Soap (as far as he's aware)

But then Moose overhears a conversation between Soap and Ghost and realizes Ghost is flirting right back. He's not jealous or hurt or anything (he's learned that's the type of friend Soap is and stuff). No.

He's actually terrified.

He's never heard anyone flirt back so openly with Soap before. Sure he's heard Gaz flirt back but the shit Ghost is saying to him shouldn't even be considered flirting. Its filthy and then Moose is backpedalling out of there so fucking fast.

He's terrified because "holy shit Ghost and Soap are together and Soap is flirting with me. I'm gonna be the reason their relationship ends and then Ghost will actually kill me and no one will know the truth."

The next day Soap wants to spar with him. Moose has learned by now that Soap enjoys challenging himself by taking on the guys that are definitely bigger and stronger. Moose accepts because he's now scared of hurting Soap's feelings and getting put on the top of The Ghost's hit list.

They're sparring and it's going well for Moose, actually. He's so close to stopping it, he doesn't want Soap to embarrass himself. But then Soap flattens him. One second he's standing tall and confident, the next he's on his stomach with Soap pinning him down and holding one of his legs as leverage.

Moose gives Soap his compliments. He's never been taken out so fast and brutally before, especially not by a guy that's almost a foot shorter than him. Soap grins at him, and there's an almost evil glint in his eyes.

"Felt good to finally get you underneath me." Soap says, the most blatant flirting he's ever done with Moose. Moose doesn't react, just kinda scoffs a bit and shakes his head.

Then he notices a certain looming shadow in the corner, skull mask tilted to the side as the wearer assesses him with a cold, judging gaze.

Suddenly Moose is bright red and booking it out of there.

He really doesn't want to linger on what Ghost means by telling Soap "Very good, Johnny. Think he'd let you do it again?"

[shadow18-1]

@pampanope 7-11 belongs to @pampanope

Valkyrie met Russell the holy Opossum!

[zante-selachi]

He wants to order.

Just a silly drawing of Orion & Graves and they totally fought about who should pay bc Graves insist that he should pay but Orion also insisted that he can pay for it himself

Original pic:

[olibird]

KitKat rambles 5

Part1. Part2. Part3. Part4. Part5. Part6. Storms. Power. KitKats.

Karaoke: Mostly just sits out and watches happily signing to the song to the best of his ability. May sing now and then if it’s a song he knows and really enjoys.

Will have work books. Will be doing school work other shadows give to him when on breaks. He’s very motivated for a gold star from (idk who wants to teach the kid) for doing well with his work.

Will actually be exited for Pt and drill. Will show up early, the one day he didn’t it turned out he couldn’t sleep so he found the drills and did it at 3am.

Gave himself a bedtime, it’s 8:31. Will not be seen outside his room after this time, very strict about this. Will run to his room if he’s going to be late. Unless he can’t sleep then he’s out exploring.

Always is comparing people to random things. He loves to point it out to others, even if that person doesn’t know the person he’s referring to.

One’s said so far:

A calico cat, yelled its dad very excitedly. Also anything orange gets called Neo Random blue pencil, mostly blue items. Sometimes certain rocks, said it was Pixel would not elaborate.

Most dogs are pointed at and are Selena, also circles. Will not elaborate on this as well

A cat plushy that was all black (this), yelled 7-11!? Also whenever he sees a 7-11 station he will giggle to himself

Tea and ravens, also snakes, mostly boas or corn snakes specifically. These are Orion

Pineapple and Green apple candy's and broken cars are Dawn items. (Not sure if Dawn likes those flavors but KitKat will try to give him candy flavored like that)

Knives and forks and certain fluffy pillows are Switchblade. Again won’t elaborate on it

Graves is anything coffee related, and biscuits and gravy. If KitKat sees something stereotypically American he will say it’s Graves

Valkyrie is anything dinosaur related, also hearts (Specifically black ones or shiny ones) one time pointed at a anatomically correct heart drawing and said 'its Valk!'.

Reed, black licorice and gloves (fluffy black winter ones to be specific). Will say Asl is her as well.

Sentinel, rivers and small creaks. Black licorice and white chocolate. Cigarettes (Specifically the burn out bud) (I will add more as I get to know more people, if I forgot you I’m so sorry T^T)

[edenkyubiko]

EMI “HYDRA” SHIBAMOTO [SHADOW 2-0]

Whoaaa it’s my Shadow Company OC! After about a year of wanting to create one I finally had the motivation and better understanding for her lore!

I’m not one to yap about my characters but I really do love her!

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‘If you wish to know more about her, here is a link of her lore!

You don’t have to read the short stories, I made it to where you can still understand her under 5 mins

If you do read them I love you and greatly appreciate you for the time <3

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Le link!

[insomniacsystem]

Take Vance but he's dressed up for once. God why is he so fuckin pretty...!?

This is also like the best rendering I've ever done in my life.

Base as usual cause they literally save my life by: @mellon-soup

[the-whispers-of-death]

Rescue Mission

CW: Canon-typical violence & death, PTSD (not entirely accurate, please tell me if it's offensive), mention of torture, and rather graphic description of scars/wounds.

"We have a new mission," Kali said as he entered The Lions' shared barracks, where the other three soldiers in his squad were. He walked to the dining table, unfurling a map and setting it down on the table.

Sarabi frowned, noticing how his captain didn't sound as upbeat as usual. "A new mission?" he asked, getting up from the armchair that he had claimed months ago and walking over to where Kali was.

"Uh, not to be a worry-wart, Cap," Nala started, also moving towards Kali along with Simba. "But you're usually more excited for a new mission than you are right now. Is everything alright?"

Kali fiddled with his hands, it being unusual since he had settled back into his usual projection of authority and strength ever since he and the other Lions were reunited.

"It's a rescue mission, Commander Graves is sending us to save a Fleet Marine Corpsman who was presumed to be dead six months ago but was actually captured," he explained, ignoring Nala's question. He cleared his throat as he continued. "The people who are holding him is the terror cell called Minerva."

The name of said terror cell caused Simba, Nala, and Sarabi to bristle at the mention, all of them having a bad experience with the terror cell. After all, a year ago, Minerva was the both the mission and the terror cell that injured all three of them and caused the Marine Corps to presume they were dead. It was a sore subject for all of them, even Kali.

Simba seemed especially bothered by this new information. "The Marine Corps still haven't taken them down after what happened to us?" he inquired, a sneer heard in his voice and no doubt was on his face that was covered by the black balaclava.

Kali shrugged, barely containing his own rage. "According to the file that Graves gave me, the Marine Corps tried to take down Minerva but the squad they sent after us to another warehouse of Minerva barely got out of there alive and their Fleet Marine Corpsman—the one we're rescuing—got captured in the mayhem," he said, his hands curling into fists at the thought. "Shadow Company scouts have caught a glimpse of this Corpsman, callsign "Cerberus", in a warehouse specifically meant for prisoners of Minerva but they're all going to be moving to somewhere else soon. The window to rescue him is closing."

He let this all sink in and he looked at his men.

Sarabi was stock still, but that was usual for the lieutenant. Simba seemed perturbed at the thought of encountering Minerva again and Nala was trying to hide his fear by fiddling with his leather gloves.

They were scared and Kali couldn't blame them. Kali was the only one who managed to not get an injury during the fateful "Minerva" mission The Lions were sent on, but it still scarred him emotionally. And it had scarred his men physically.

Sarabi had his entire right side of his body, face and all, burned from barely diving out of the way when a grenade was thrown. Nala had a nasty knife scar on his stomach which still throbbed and felt like it could open out at any time. Simba had a bullet scar on his back and his legs still felt shaky despite the numerous months of physical therapy he was going to.

"I can ask Graves to assign another squad to the mission," Kali suggested after a few beats of silence. His hand reached for the closest Lion, which was Simba, intertwining their fingers together in a comforting gesture. "We don't have to do this mission, I will back you all up if you don't want to do it."

Sarabi looked at his other squadmates, all of them communicating silently. "We want to do the mission, Mufasa," he replied after a few seconds of silent communication. "There's a Corpsman in need of rescuing, assigning another squad could take more time than he has. You said it yourself, there's a window of time to rescue him that's closing."

Simba nodded in agreement with his lieutenant, squeezing Kali's hand. "Yeah, besides, we're in dire need of a Corpsman, yeah?" His comment was light-hearted and it made Nala and Kali chuckled just a little bit.

"Alright, then let's go over the plan." Kali let go of Simba's hand and took a deep breath before launching into the details of the plan.

*************

A day later, The Lions were executing their plan, having a back-up Shadow Company squad waiting in case the plan went wrong. Again.

Their entry to the warehouse was smooth, Kali leading the front of the group and shooting down enemies. They moved through the warehouse as one, Kali in the front while Simba and Nala were in the middle with Sarabi flanking the rear. They shot down enemy after enemy, making quick work at getting to the large room where the prisoners were being held.

"Simba, you have the flash grenade ready?" Kali asked as they all pressed themselves against the wall near the door, Kali on the left side of the door while while Simba was right side.

Simba nodded, holding the flash grenade. "I'm ready, Mufasa."

"On three, Simba. One, two, three."

Simba opened the door and threw the denoted flash grenade into the room. It exploded and there were sounds of enemies shouting out in surprise as they got blinded.

The Lions used the temporary disadvantage and breached the room, taking down enemies. They didn't bother keeping any alive for interrogation, as their mission was solely a rescue mission. So all of their shooting were lethal, hitting their targets efficiently.

When all of the firing was dead twenty minutes later, Sarabi and Nala got to work on the freeing the prisoners while Kali and Simba moved to the other parts of the warehouse to take down the rest of the enemies.

"We're friendlies, from the private military company called Shadow Company," Nala said, his voice soft. He got to work getting the chains off of the prisoners. "We're going to get all of you out of here and to safety. But we're also here for a specific person, a Corpsman. Callsign "Cerberus". Any of you fit that description?"

"I didn't break," a weak masculine voice said, prompting Sarabi and Nala to turn their heads to look at the man.

His brown skin was pale, dirty, and scarred with knife and whip scars that covered almost everywhere on his body. There were scars spanning six months on his arms, legs, torso, back. One could barely see the tattoo of a swallow on his left shoulder and the tattoo of an eagle flying over a globe with the words "Semper Fi" underneath it that was on his right forearm because the swallow tattoo was marred by a whip scar and the Semper Fi tattoo was marred by a knife scar going up his right arm. His black hair was shoulder-length, evidence of his six-month captivity, and when he lifted his head up to look at both Sarabi and Nala, there was a huge knife scar that went from his right eyebrow down all the way to his cheek and seemed to blind the eye as it was white and cloudy.

"You didn't break?" Sarabi asked, slowly walking towards the Corpsman. He knelt down and gently unchained the man. "You stayed true to your country?"

The Corpsman, Cerberus, nodded. "They tried to get me to turn, I held my ground," he replied, his eyes drooping as he was so dehydrated and hungry.

Sarabi felt a pull towards the Corpsman and he very slowly and gently cupped Cerberus' right cheek, running his gloved thumb across the scar.

"You did great, soldier," he murmured, smiling softly beneath the hard-plated lioness mask and his black balaclava to which Cerberus could see his eyes crinkle as he smiled.

"We're getting you out of here, you survived. You survived and you're going home."

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