#arash cod

[diientedegato]

CW sketches 1/2

[tomialtooth]

[septic-salad]

"Say Goodbye To The World You Live In"

[raptor-one]

Welcome to: the first 20 mins of black ops cold war

[ultimateevader]

Haha you're so gullible, bell :3

You idiot! You fell for it! (Bell is like me fr)

[kingofangst]

Phantom Echo: Call of Duty Black Ops Cold War AU

Info: So I have recently gotten into the COD fandom for various reasons, especially with the characters that are fleshed out with the storyline and different details with tangents here and there. So I am creating a COD BO Cold War AU fic, where Bell survived her betrayal by Russell Adler, under a new name.

"It was never personal."

The words were firm yet neutral, spoken by Russell Adler, the man known as "America's Monster" and Bell's handler. She had suspected something was wrong the moment Adler pulled her away from Mason, Woods, and Park—away from the rest of the Special Forces division—to the desolate edge of the Arctic Ocean near Solovetsky.

Since discovering her own brainwashing—and Perseus’s betrayal—Bell had struggled to trust Adler. His stiff posture, the guarded glint in his eyes, and his earlier remark about "making one more sacrifice" should have been red flags. As a former KGB operative, she should have seen it coming. Perhaps she should have lied. Led them to Duga, where her Soviet comrades were waiting to spring the trap and eliminate them all. But Arash’s betrayal had thrown her off. She still clung to the belief that he acted out of ambition, not Perseus’s orders.

Now, in the frozen stillness, her suspicions solidified. The wind had stopped, the silence oppressive. The moment Adler’s sidearm cocked, she knew—he meant to kill her. Her pulse quickened, breath catching as she drew her own pistol. Sweat trickled down her temple, her lungs burning with the icy air. Her finger hovered on the trigger, her aim steady on Adler’s head. The cold barrel in her hands grounded her, but the storm inside her chest threatened to break loose.

A shot rang out, the sharp crack slicing through the frigid air and stealing her breath. A bullet tore into her chest—Adler had fired first, faster than she could react. The impact was devastating, a searing pain no different from when Arash had shot her in Turkey.

Pain exploded across her chest, radiating like fire. Her knees buckled, slamming into the cold, unforgiving dirt as her vision blurred. She struggled to breathe, each inhale shallow and wet. Warm blood seeped through her fingers as she clutched the wound, spilling over onto the frozen earth. Her chest heaved, a cough racking her body as blood dribbled from her lips. She knew. The shot had been precise, deliberate—aimed at a vital point. Darkness began to creep at the edges of her vision, but the betrayal cut deeper than the bullet ever could.

At least the polar vortex air was starting to numb the pain. She could at least be free from this wicked world full of wars, deceit, manipulation, and malice. Her vision went black, the pain fading away as her breath and Adler's footsteps got quieter and lower.

To Bell, she sees these moment as a sign of hurt yet freedom. The ability to now no longer be bound by coercion or choices that blurred the lines of good and evil. To Adler...it was the logical choice to eliminate any loose end that could jeopardize the national security of the United States and any vulnerabilities against him...and possibly, to end Bell's misery and already traumatized psyche.

On March 15th 1981, Bell a.k.a Alexandria Ismanov, the brainwashed CIA agent and ex-KGB operative, and the former right-hand man of Perseus died without a trace. Her death was a heroic sacrifice to Adler's personal note and a liability that had to be eliminated.

On September 15th 1981, 6 months after the events of Solovetsky, agents of French Intelligence - Emma Argent and Zola Durand of the SDECE (Service de Documentation Extérieure et de Contre-Espionnage) embark on their first mission to Vorkuta.

(Or, a Black Ops Cold War au where Bell didn't die and survived, was recovered and reborn as Emma Argent, French Intelligence agent and turns the tides of the black ops timeline. 👀👀)

Anyways, tell me what you guys think and I may consider making this a multi-chapter story between the BO Cold War, BO2 timeline of the 1980s, and the BO6 timeline.

Sayonara. Au Revoir. Bye

[ciipinyomomsdms]

Call Signs

Small COD: Cold War drabble (less than 1k words)

Also on ao3 here

Reader as Bell. Contains Spoiler for campaign. Tags under cut

Tags: Implied/Referenced brainwashing, No ships, one shot, migraines and headaches, swearing

They call you Bell. 

You’re not entirely sure why.

Well… that’s not entirely true. You know why they call you Bell. It’s a callsign. Your callsign. Your very own special nickname. What you don’t know is why you’re the only one to have one.

Adler. Park. Sims. Woods. Mason. Lazar. Hudson.

You know call signs aren’t unusual. You’ve been a soldier for 10 years. No, 20. No 5? Since the war. Why can’t you remember? Years. You’ve worked with plenty of other soldiers who had codenames. From the KGB. M16. The Cia every unit you’ve been in, from every country you’ve visited. Butcher. Cub. Niagara. You know it’s normal in this field, something to both keep anonymity and keep things fun…

But they had reasons for their call signs. Stories. Memories attached to them… you don’t. The name ‘Bell’ doesn’t bring up any nostalgia or amusement to your mind. It’s been your callsign since Vietnam and you can’t even remember why-

You groan. The concrete floor of the safehouse seems to swim as another migraine comes on. You get them sometimes. A steady thump, thump, thump on the right side of your head. Right by your temple. You can’t fully muffle the low groan that falls from your lips as you rub the spot through your balaclava, feeling the small bump of a scar there. Arash. The fucker betrayed you. Shot you, the bullet barely missed. Blood stains the seats of the car and you’re sure you’re dead- How did you get that again?

“Everything alright, Bell?” Park asks. You jerk at the sudden noise. Looking up, you realize every eye in the safehouse is locked on you. Park takes a step forward and tilts her head the slightest bit, her lip quirks downward.

“Yeah, ‘m fine,” you mumble, “another migraine. Nothing major.”

Park lets out a deep breath, she gives a slight nod. You feel like you can breathe again too. You hate when they do that. Stare at you. You feel like someone on the team is always watching you. Like you aren’t on the same side as they are you’re not. You’re not. You’re not. Park walks away, going towards a drawer in the small office and returns with two small pills.

“Here. These should help.” She watches as you pop them in your mouth and swallow dry. Your head is starting to feel like someone’s taking an ax to your skull and you just want it to stop. ��Better?”

“Don’t know. Just took ‘em.” You quip. Nobody laughs. You mumble out an apology but either none of them hear or none of them care. Probably a healthy mix of both.

“Take it easy, Bell.” Adler claps you on the back as he returns to his seat in the middle of the room. He does it a bit too hard, your body jolting slightly under the force and making your head swim some more. You give him a glare but he doesn’t even look back at you.

“Why does everybody even call me that anyway?” You ask.

He stiffens. He leans back in his seat, arms crossing. His blue eyes peer at you over the rim of his sunglasses and you suddenly feel cold. Your stomach churns like you might be sick.

“What do you mean by that?” He asks. 

“My call sign,” you clarify, “What’s the story behind it?” For one, brief moment, the safehouse is quiet enough to hear a pin drop. Nobody seems to breathe. Nobody seems to move. There is no wind. No rumble of cars driving down the shitty dirt road outside. All you hear is your own breathing and the pounding in your head that currently reminds you of a siren. You feel strange, an odd sense of otherness settles deep in your bones. It almost feels like you don’t belong here. The pounding on your head resembles the pounding on a door. A red door. A bunker door. Perseus. He thinks you’re a traitor. He thinks you betrayed him. He must be so disappointed in you.

“Bell.” Adler finally says, he seems to force his muscles to relax. “As in ‘ring a bell’. We started calling you that during the war. You could never seem to remember anything.” He leans back against the table like he usually does, his eyes hidden safely behind his sunglasses once more. You look towards the evidence board, just in case you have to look into them again.

“Seems you still can’t.” He continues. He laughs but there is no real warmth behind it. Just the vague imitation of fondness. It feels almost like he is chuckling simply to placate you. “Get out of your head, Bell. We’ve got a job to do.”

Your headache stops. The pounding stops. The meds must have finally kicked in. You feel your migraine disappear behind a thick fog. You feel at home again. You know these people. Why on earth would you question their friendship? 

“Sorry. You know me. Glad it still fits me though. My memory’s at this point. I’d lose my own head if it wasn’t attached.” You joke. Adler chuckles again, this time it does sound real.

You can’t even remember what pathways your mind was trying to lead you down, not when you feel like you’re floating. Your mind is soup. You don’t care. Adler is right.

You’ve got a job to do.

[whateverfiction]

I loved the Cold War Campaign! So glad to hear some new thoughts on it (especially because people seemed to have moved on. Sad 😔)

A couple little questions I suppose:

•At what point of the campaign did you realize “this campaign is going to be awesome!”?

•Do you play multiplayer? If so, do you have a favorite operator?

•Do you have a favorite mini-game puzzle?

•Any standout quotes?

•And of course, how would you rank this against any other CODs (if any) that you’ve seen or played?

Ohmigosh. HELLO 😊

Literally my first official ask to do with what I post about. I’m EXCITED to get into this for ya. Excuse me for the caps.

I think the moment I realised that the Campaign was going to be awesome was actually pretty early on. I fell in love with the first mission but it wasn’t until what happened next on the airfield with Arash, that I knew things were going to be pretty cool. But boy, oh boy, Fracture Jaw had me HOOKED. It was from fracture Jaw, that i knew the campaign would be awesome. I say that because it still lingers in my mind. Fracture Jaw was mwah chef’s kiss. I’d go on and on about it but I think I’ll do a lil post for the mission itself some other time.

I actually have played multiplayer and I must say, I do like playing as Adler and Woods quite a bit, I will admit.

Also, mini game puzzles EXIST?! Why have I not heard of this yet? Oh MY GOODNESS. I'm going to try that out. I've only touched one arcade machine and I don't even know what it was called; was like ping pong though.

And yes there are always standout quotes. Take Hudson's "there is no truth; only those who you choose to believe."

I also love Mason's sarcasm of "oh look at that, we perserve the buildings but not the people", when Woods, him and Adler confront Hudson about the Greenlight nukes.

I went for the bad ending on a side note and went back to play the good ending. (bad ending was so cool btw.)

Anyways;

"I just want you to know that his little thing between you and me; it was always for the greater good.

You're a goddamn hero, kid; you know that? Heroes have to make sacrifices.

Which is why, when I ask you for one more, I hope you understand.................

It was never personal."

Just that whole bit of dialogue hit me real good.

And of course we just not forget about, “we have a job to do.”

And now, for the last question you’re waiting on to be answered. I’m only going to rank off of based of what I’ve played.

So, I’ve played MW2(22) and the New MW3 along with COD; BOCW.

Okay so Campaign first.

1. BOCW

2. MW2

3.MW3 being the lowest cuz of obvious reasons if you’ve seen/played it

But in terms of multiplayer……..

1. MW2

2. BOCW

3. MW3

MW2 is my number one in terms of multiplayer because I like my movement. BOCW is number two because it’s crazy fun even though the movement is noticeably slower than today’s multiplayer. The flamethrower and the death machine killstreaks are way too much fun paired together in Mount Yamantu with a smg. MW3 is last as it’s literally MW2 but with a fancier perk system. It could’ve been an update. I don’t think I would’ve passed comment or noticed if it weren’t for the campaign but movement is better in a slight bit.

Thank you so much for this ask yet again. I’m sure you were waiting quite a while for this post.

[froggy-anon]

Arash "Ether" Doe (WIP)

Basics:

Name: Arash/Jane “Ether” Doe Birth: winter of late 90s Sexuality/gender: pansexual, nonbinary Pronouns: she/they Status: Alive Eyes colour: Ice blue Hair colour: Milk tea brown b1 Nationality: Belarusian, American Height: 1,65m Marks: sharp canines, birthmark on their left elbow Powers: usual package of super sensitive senses, super strength and flexibility paired with teleportation, exotic matter creation and manipulation, selective omninesence Timeline: The Boys series universe Likes: donuts, colour navy, infodumping, space and physicsDislikes: sticky things, Vought, actually having to work Relatives: decreased adoptive parents, John (source dna material)

Background: UNDER CONSTRUCTION

Personality: UNDER CONSTRUCTION

Trivia:

Basically Eclipse OC (from COD) but in The Boys universe /j Their suit has silicone underpants that are there for protection and to make her look curvier. Their original supe name was “Aether” like in “Luminiferous aether” but it was decided that people will misspell it so they stitched to the current one She’s was made by Vought by cloning technology when they started realising that they really fucked Homelander up. They failed again lol. She’s diagnosed with BPD and DPD She once broke their iris and loved it too much Their powers manifested at 12- they often forget that they still have them They’re forgetful af tho

[mikarox]

[diientedegato]

Unfinished (2/3)

(Knightly order AU thing that I wanted to do early year but only got these sketches from then :p)

[writer-of-various]

Bell: Why is everyone so obsessed with top or bottom? Honestly, I’d just be excited to have a bunk bed.

Stitch: ...

Arash: I'm gonna tell them.

Perseus: Don't you dare.

[raptor-one]

Happy January 13th! Remember not to go to any airfields in turkey today!

[keiossance]

S6 OUTRO SPOILER

Welp, there goes the thought that Perseus was also the one who manipulated Adler into placing those bombs.

Feel bad though that the game devs killed my guilty pleasure husband 😔 Guess his just too OP even for America's Monster himself, that's why they killed him off with cancer instead.

Also, I'm more curious as to why the screen faded to black when showing Stitch one last time before the shot was fired. Which is kind of familiar on how Bell's story ended in Solovetsky.

Makes me wonder why the game devs used the same concept on these two characters 🤔.

So I guess Bell and Stitch's status will remain a mystery to us all. Having the 50/50 chance of being dead/critically injured and barely living.

[paradamaxima]

I realized my Bell’s fashion sense seems to be inspired by Arash’s and Volkov’s styles (sporty casual and business casual respectively)

I also just felt like drawing clothes 😌

[animefreak1145]

Awwwww how cute! (And grim actually) SO ADORABLE!! 💗💗💗

Solovetsky has no place for you! Stop it!

Hey! Don’t move! Gyaaaaa!!!