#call of duty lore

[illusivesoulgaming]

I tried the poison Charkov for the first time yesterday, and I am having feels for a minor npc once more lol

On my first playthrough, I did the option where you persuade the prisoner to kill Charkov, then on my second one I had Charkov framed so that Kravchenko goes and interrogate him. So to me, Charkov was just basically a random minor antagonist soviet general.

But yesterday I tried the poison Charkov route, and it really humanized Charkov for me. The way Belikov and him talk about their past missions together (one of which apparently only the two of them survived), their country, their love for flying and Charkov's wife made it clear that they've been friends for some time. Like Charkov says: "Two old warriours, still fumbling their way through the dark"

This makes the fact that Charkov knew all along that Belikov was the mole all the more heartwrenching, and then he says "Are you going to kill me for it?" (the bunker access key). And Belikov not only kills him, but he kills him with Nova 6, which is basically one of the worst and most painful ways to kill someone. Belikov saying "I'm sorry I wasn't a better friend" was really the biggest emotional gut punch to me :(

It really isn't, Dimitri. It really isn't :(

[callofdutylorist]

heyyy! not sure if yous aware but on yt there are some ppl making stuff up that ghost and soap have girlfriends in some comics and what not, also that ghost was implying in campaign how he sleeps around????? is this true or people are just talking nonsense? im not too familiar with ghost so idk

I have heard... So let's clear things up

Does Ghost have a GF in the comics?

Nope! Ghost is portrayed with no love interests in the comics. However the comics does show Ghost's brother finding a wife, and having a child who would be Ghost's nephew.

It's important to the comic because Ghost helped his brother become clean from drugs, and sees his brother's family as his closer household.

All of them later die

Youtube Misinformation

There were some incidents of a people spreading some Ghost misinformation on youtube, especially in comment sections. Most of this has been about Ghost's relationship status.

For those saying Ghost as of 24/9/2023 has girlfriend, are incorrect. He is single, with no confirmed sexuality. I believe this info is mostly being spread as retaliation of homophobes in the community, being offended by fandom shipping.

Confirmation of Single

Aside from the fact that not once in the campaign does anyone mention that Ghost is taken, and that his backstory contributes to a big reason why a man like him wouldn't have any lovers as of right now....

Ghost is confirmed single by an article uploaded by Activision on valentine's day. Also as a loner type character with trust issues, a preference of no support, and a specialty in solo missions, it's expectant that he's not a lovers boy to someone yet.

Ela Memes?

One thing I did find was that there seems to be a current crossover ship meme shipping Ghost with the character Ela Bosak from Tom Clancy's Rainbow Six Siege, and having both take the roles of resident evil characters. The main producer on Youtube for this stuff is Benjamin York Gaming if you're interested in funny crossover ship content.

Cod Mobile

Call of Duty Mobile does exhibit its own version of Ghost. Who is out of character for the multiple Ghost characters we know, showing to be much much closer to other characters he interacts with. But Cod Mobile is non-canon to the main series, and is it's own thing.

I hope this clears everything up

:D

[wombywoo]

check-up 🤕

[starsofang]

CALL OF THE SEA / PART ELEVEN

pirate poly!141 x reader tw: NSFW, MDNI, mentions of death, angst, lore!!!, a bit of realizing feelings masterlist

When a group of unhinged pirates invade your small village, you're whisked away from your peaceful home and thrown on to a voyage out at sea. Forced to obtain a new role as their medic, you have no choice but to accept your fate as you join their forces and aid them in their treacherous travels.

Everything felt like it was moving in slow motion.

The mystery man was petrifying, what with his grimy smile and darkened eyes burning with a thousand fires that longed for fear and destruction. The mere sight of him had your body freezing, stopping you from walking with Ghost.

Ghost was quick to notice. He paused his steps, halfway turning to you. He took in the sight of you, stiff and paralyzed, before shifting his focus to the cause.

You weren’t sure what was wrong with you. You felt trapped. Under a spell. Even as the man was beginning to disappear into the bustle of people, the smile never vanishing from his face, you were captivated, yet in the most sickening way.

“Dove,” Ghost called out. His voice was rough, and perhaps a bit frantic. “Let’s go.”

Just as you were able to turn your attention back to Ghost, his hand snatched up your arm, pulling you along the curvy paths. His pace was hard to keep up with, and you stumbled for your footing several times, yet he didn’t seem to care.

He had hatred practically oozing out of him like poison. It fermented the air, souring your nose with a sickly pit forming in your stomach.

“Ghost,” you tried. “Ghost, who—goodness, will you slow down? Who was that?”

Ghost paid you no mind. He was blatantly ignoring you, but for what? That man with the wicked smile… did Ghost know him?

Dust kicked up at your feet as your sped walked along his side. His grip never faltered, only tightening every time a shopper passed by too close to you. The muscles in your arm throb, and you could feel the blood pumping.

“Ghost,” you pleaded. Ghost merely glanced at you from the corner of his eye before shaking his head and resuming focus on his mission.

You didn’t know where the two of you were going, or why he was so put-off, but it made sense once you began to approach the clearing where you and the crew split to do your individual purchases.

You were heading back to the ship. The sun wasn’t quite sitting along the horizon, so you weren’t even sure the others had returned.

Something twisted within you, like a knot tightening. That sickly feeling only grew the closer you got to the ship.

Something was terribly wrong. As always, you were left in the dark.

“Up,” Ghost ordered, hands cupped together and lowered to your level. You stared at him as if he’s grown two heads. He grew impatient rather quickly. “I said up, damn it, don’t you listen?”

The plank to walk up to the deck hadn’t been lowered, and that was all because Ghost hadn’t taken the time to do it. He seemed to deem it unnecessary, as now he was attempting to haul you up on to the deck himself.

Reluctantly, you placed a foot into his hands. He immediately grabbed hold, hoisting you with a firm grip on both your foot and calf. You clumsily clawed on to the upper deck of the ship, pulling yourself into standing position on wobbly knees.

Ghost was quick to join, not even breaking a sweat as he grasped the sides of the deck and joined you, only letting out an annoyed grunt as his form of struggle.

"Get into Price's quarters," he commanded, lightly giving a shove to your shoulder to beckon you to the Captain's doors.

His body was stiff, standing monstrous and frightening over you. The only other time you'd seem him so coiled up was when him and the others slaughtered your town, when he appeared from the shadows like the boogeyman and sucked up all the souls of the village.

When you looked into his eyes, they were as pitch black as the night. You could hardly see the whites in them from how much anger pooled over.

This wasn't the man who had slowly but surely made attempts to open up in his own way.

Opening up is an overreaction, but it was his way.

Slow and steady.

Now, he was back to his former shell, the one you feared meeting again since the very first day you met.

You were quick to scramble to Price's quarters, slamming the door behind you. The air was eerily quiet now that you were alone, and it prick your ears like an aggravating fly buzzing at your head.

Fear crept inside of you like an incoming storm.

To see Ghost so serious when the past few interactions, he's been rather pleasant was worrying. He didn't answer your questions, nor did he seem to want to acknowledge them.

You knew it had to do with the man you saw. All mighty and erotic, with the smile of a demon. It'd be something that would surely haunt you in your nightmares.

Something about him was odd. You couldn't pinpoint it. It wasn't only the creepiness he exuded, but rather the way he appeared. Out of thin air, like a ghost. And he spoke to you.

I'll be seeing you, dove.

Your blood ran cold as you played back his voice, over and over. Taunting. Mocking. Yet, hypnotizing.

What was a boisterous day with you leaving the ship and becoming apart of the people of normalcy was stripped from you once again.

The only thing that broke the deafening silence was the distinct sound of a bell, the piercing ringing traveling through the cracks in the wood and filling the air around you.

It was Ghost. And he was alerting the Captain that something truly was terribly wrong.

For a while, it was radio silence. Ghost remained outside, while you stayed locked into Price’s quarters, forced to remain trapped in your mind, sifting through what could possibly be happening.

You tried to connect dots. It was clear to you the man you saw wasn’t of the normal crowd. He was an oddity, something that stuck out yet wanted to be hidden.

Ghost knew him. His instinct reaction was to flee, bringing you in the mess. Sure, the man was unsettling, but what about him had Ghost of all people running?

Or perhaps he fled because he wanted to protect you. Even thinking of that scenario filled you with doubt, because it didn’t seem like a him thing to do, but you couldn’t think of any other reason why he’d drag you along the way he did. Frantic, and angry.

It didn’t matter how confusing the bigger picture was. Ghost had a well enough reaction for you to assume that whoever you saw was dangerous.

You wanted to rip your hair out from how little you knew. The Captain held you back from finding out, yet now, it felt important to know more than ever.

Damn him.

Damn this ship.

Damn being left in the dark.

It was unfair. You feared for your life. And worst of all, you feared for their lives as well.

You wondered if they felt the same. As ridiculous as the feeling was, in this time of terror and uncertainty, you wondered if things were to go down, if you were to fall trap into something you’re not supposed to, if they would care enough to pull you out themselves.

Stupid.

Just as you got too wrapped up in your own negativity, you heard voices outside the door. Familiar ones, and they sounded serious.

Between the cracks of the wood and the little soundproof the walls offered, you could faintly hear it.

“It was Graves. I swear it, Cap.”

Ghost. His voice was no longer littered with shock and panic. It was lower, laced with venomous anger.

Graves? You’d never heard that name before, and you could only assume it was the man you saw before. The name was rather fitting. Riddled with something ominous.

The door to the quarters barged open, slamming against the wall. In front stood the Captain, hand still firmly pressed to the door, eyes quickly darting around the room until they landed on you.

“Dove,” Price breathed.

He hurried up to you before you could give it a second thought. His hands grasped everywhere he could, pulling your arms straight out to inspect them, rough fingertips running along your skin. Then they moved to your neck, tilting your head side to side.

His eyebrows were knitted together with concern as well as concentration. But his eyes spoke for themselves. Enraged, just as Ghost. Burning embers broiling into a forest fire.

“Are ye okay, dove?” Soap asked. When you looked at him, he was standing cautiously behind the Captain, eyes flickering over your exposed skin as Price studied it.

“Yes?” you replied, unsure. “Why wouldn’t I be?”

Price paused, glancing up at you. He seemed to realize something before dropping your arms, letting them fall back to your side.

“Price?” you asked. “Why wouldn’t I be fine?”

“It’s nothin’,” he grunted, looking away. He stepped away from you, clearing his throat. “We heard the bell. Thought somethin’ happened—”

“No,” you cut him off firmly. You were growing tired of the games, tired of the tiptoeing. Even now, when they thought you were in danger, or even hurt, Price was actively trying to avoid telling you the truth. “There’s more. You’re lying to me again.”

“Dove—” Price attempted.

“Who is Graves?” you ordered. “I saw him. Earlier, in the town. He whispered to me. Who is he, Price?”

Soap and Gaz shared a look of concern before glancing over at Ghost. Ghost shifted uncomfortably, avoiding their gazes.

You hated this. You knew something was wrong, and all of it ended back to Ghost. It was him, wasn’t it? He was the one causing this distress without realizing. He was the one being distressed.

“You asked if I would trust you, and I agreed,” you continued, staring down the Captain. He was stiff, unsure of his next move. His eyes bore into you. “But you are toying with me and I will have it no longer. This is not trust. If you do not tell me what’s been going on, I will leave the ship and you will never see me again. None of you will stop me.”

Your words seemed to hurt the people you weren’t intending on hurting.

Soap’s eyes told you everything you needed to know, brimming over with surprise from your boldness and an aching sadness from your reality.

Gaz was glaring daggers into the back of the Captain’s head, more frustrated than upset.

“Just tell her, will you?” Gaz said coldly. “You’re playin’ hopscotch with her feelings. Both of you. She deserves to know.”

Your eyes flickered over to Ghost, who winced at the comment. He was just as fault for hiding the truth as Price was. All of them were. But at least Gaz was sticking up for you in the end of it.

“That’s Ghost’s decision,” Price grumbled, scowling.

“Bullshit,” Gaz retorted. “It stopped bein’ his decision when we became a crew. She’s apart of it now, whether any of us wanted that or not. For God’s sake, tell her.”

“And risk puttin’ her in danger? You want that?” Price hissed, anger bubbling more rapidly.

Gaz sneered at Price, matching his emotions. He stepped up to him, pressing an accusing finger into the Captain’s chest. “She saw him. He spoke to her. That’s enough to assume she already is.”

“Danger?” you asked. The two of them whipped their heads in your direction, realizing their mistake.

Your fear from before returned tenfold. Your life seemed like it was bound to an unbreakable contract of deception and betrayal.

“What did he tell ye, dove?” Soap asked, breaking the tense silence that filled the air. “Word for word.”

You wrung your hands together anxiously, picking at the skin around your nails. All men held a different form of expression in their eyes, yet they all held their breath all the same.

“He said he’d be seeing me,” you explained, a tight knot in your throat. “He didn’t exactly… tell me, I mean, I was with Ghost the whole time. It was more like a whisper. From afar.”

The looks on their faces had you wanting to coil back into your skin. It was looks of perplexity, of realization, of worry. You had nothing to be worried about, right?

“What the hell does he mean by that?” Ghost roared, the tension in the room thickening. He seemed visibly angry, even under his mask. His body language was surely enough to read. “What, he’s goin’ after her now?”

“What?” you breathed, hands becoming clammy. “Who?”

“Graves, damn it,” Ghost hissed, shoulders tightening. His voice was rough, spitting out pure venom. “The black blood? The mask? The skulls? All him, dove.”

“I don’t understand,” you whispered. Your head felt like it was going to explode. They were explaining, but not getting anywhere with it. None of it made sense.

“He’s Ghost’s old captain before he found Price,” Soap explained, a sadness to his tone. His expression was solemn as he looked at Ghost. “He has Ghost on a leash. Even now.”

“A leash,” Ghost laughed mockingly, sharp and bitter. “That fuckin’ traitor has me marked. That’s worse than a damn leash.”

Soap winced, appearing guilty for even mentioning it. Yet, Ghost was so occupied in his own misfortunes that he failed to notice.

You stared at Ghost while he spoke. The skull mask stood steady on his face, hiding how he truly felt beneath. His eyes were a world of hurt, giving you the only gateway into his mind.

You weren’t sure what marked had to do with him, but judging from old tales you’d heard as a kid, you knew it wasn’t good.

He was a target. Whoever Graves was, his old captain, he had a vendetta against Ghost. Now that the old can of worms was opened, part of you wanted to shut it back up.

This is what you asked for. You wanted open honesty. You just didn’t know that learning about the very men who changed your life for better and worse would hurt so dearly.

“Marked?” you asked. The skull ring on his finger glinted tauntingly at you. “What do you mean, marked? How does that explain anything?”

Ghost went silent, as did the men beside him.

Price, calmer now and looking much more defeated than anything, gave you a sad smile. “He has the marking for the curse of death, dove,” he said quietly. “We can only hope that you don’t, too.”

a/n: a bit shorter than i’d like, but i have some things going on. i hope you enjoyed regardless and as always i’d love to hear your theories!!!

[rodolfoparras]

Thinking about the very early stages of your relationship with old man Price, where everything is so new to you and insecurities start eating away at you especially when you hear 141 make an off hand comment about how Price has slept with practically half the soldiers on base, including Nik who seems to have a good reputation going around because of his skills and size.

You think about it so much to the point where you’re unable to get intimate with the man. You hadn’t even gone as far at to have sex, had only stuck to blowjobs and handjobs because Price knew this was your first time doing anything at all with a man and he wanted to go at your pace but now you’re unable to even give him a peck on the lips without thinking about what a lackluster experience it must be for him.

At first you enjoyed letting him have all your firsts- letting him lead each and every kiss, letting experienced hands take you apart in a matter of minutes, following his words like the gospel as you took his cock in your mouth or letting him guide your shaky hand as he showed you how to touch him but now all you can think about is how you’re unable to make him cum.

Price tried to explain his body isn’t what it once had been and he may not be able to get hard like before but he still enjoyed the warmth of your mouth, the way your lips lay stretched taut around his cock, the way you’d looked up at him beneath tears soaked lashes gauging his every reaction, and most importantly he still liked to see how good you tried to make him feel.

You just couldn’t get over it. It’d be on your mind when you had him soft in your mouth. It’d be on your mind when tears would trickle down your cheeks because he was just too goddamn big for someone so inexperienced. It’d be on your mind whenever you’d think about your first time- would it be anything like all the men he’s been with- or would you disappoint and with that also ruin a potential future together.

Price wasn’t stupid he quickly noticed your change in behavior. It didn’t take much to see how you’d pull away whenever he’d try to deepen a kiss or how you’d make up some excuse before he could drop to his knees. At first he thought he’d been too eager- too intense so he dialed it back. After all this was the first time ever you’d been with a man.

However Price couldn’t help but feel that there was more to it than him acting like a love struck teenager.

Eventually Price confronts you about it- all while in the middle of a hot and heavy make out, with his hand down your pants, as you’re begging and pleading for him to suck you off.



But Price refuses, won’t do anything till you tell him what’s wrong stands firm on the matter like his palm firmly stays pressed up against your cock, unmoving until you tell him what’s been heavy on your heart.

For a moment you wonder if you should just walk away from him, jerk off in the shower and call it a night- anything to save the little bit of pride you got left inside of you.

But you hadn’t had his mouth or hands on you in weeks- the mission he’d been sent out keeping him busy- with only racy pics being sent your way to satisfy your needs.

At first they had helped but eventually you had grown tired of fucking into your hand.

So swallowing down the last bit of pride you decide to fess up. and you’re stumbling over your words- hands flailing in the air as you try to explain yourself- his hand leaving your pants as you proceed to pace around the room you’re in - the soldiers- Nik- your relationship with the older man- the hand jobs and blowjobs that pale in comparison to everything he’s done before he met you- and when you finally halt yourself- chest rising and falling at a rapid pace, and throat slightly tingling from the strain, you finally meet his gaze only to see he looks baffled as ever, wide eyed and mouth agape.

It’s rare to see him like this- the ever so composed man finally looks at loss for words and if this had been any other situation maybe you would had revealed in the fact that you managed to get this reaction.

But now you stand there with pulse roaring in your ears hands shaking, waiting for him to put the nail to the coffin that is your and his relationship- he will soon turn on his heel and chase down Nik to relive the good times and leave you in the dust.

However instead of running away, he’s coming closer, til both of you are falling back onto the mattress, strong legs falling to each side of your waist and caging you to the bed as a hand falls to the side of your head.

“What are you doing?” You say, looking as baffled as he’d been a moment ago, although you’re not opposed to being this close. You’ve always loved how well your bodies fit together like a puzzle piece coming together.

“Going to teach you how to fuck this old man,” he says, lips curling up into a smile as he leans in closer to you.

[tacticalanxiety]

When I return I'll look for you so listen for your name

[amonisweird]

I saw a post like this on Instagram but it was with Gorillaz and I thought about this😂

[worms-for-brains]

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Part one - Ghost

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Ghost was originally a mortal that lived many many centuries ago, being a colonizer that had been accepted into a small kingdom that resided in the jungle.

He was unfortunately slit in the throat, tied up and left for dead in a burial tomb when the villagers believed he had betrayed them to his former colonizer buddies.

His soul was devoured by the old death god, however he made a pact that bound him to be the new deity (the old one was well… old.)

Now Ghost presides over the duties of Death. Taking sacrifices and collecting souls for all eternity.

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[yumethefrostypanda]

🖤

[deadunderorbit]

MWIII ZOMBIES minor spoilers

LOOK AT HIM!!!!

[illusivesoulgaming]

I was today years old when I learned that Sergei, the big dude who helps you escape during the Vorkuta level, has a brief but tragic backstory.

[callofdutylorist]

Hi friend! Do you have any idea as to why Ghost has such an intense need to remain unknown and all that? some people here and there were speculating whether it's because maybe he has a secret family or something but that's highly unlikely and unplausible especially given the fact that Activision made a post about him being CoDs legible bachelor/one man only. Nevertheless perhaps it's because of the things he's done in the past and has probably made alot of enemies. Thoughts??

Although n!Ghost (Reboot Ghost) doesn't have an outright explanation, there are many shown reasonings. o!Ghost (Classic) definitely does come out and say so, in the Call of Duty Comic Series released before Modern Warfare 2.

o!Ghost

Ghost, a.k.a Simon Riley, grew up in an incredibly abusive household, under the boot of his father. To get away he joined the SAS, where is talent in brutal efficiency marked him as a super soldier. (Reasoning 1)

As an SAS soldier he was sent to track down Manuel Roba, a drug cartel leader. Things didn't go well. He would be captured by Roba, tortured, and left for dead.

Upon escaping his death Roba decided to get back at Ghost by killing the family members Ghost did have left, being his mother, brother, and nephew, all whom he did like. It was his identity that lead his family to become such a target in the first place, and he was obviously already growing ashamed of it. (Reasoning 2)

Roba sent a fellow SAS soldier to do the dirty work, which wouldn't be the first or last time SAS soldiers would betray him (Reasoning 3)

Their deaths were committed in a way to frame Ghost. Enraged he tracked down the man who did it, and swapped dog tags after killing him, and burning down the place. Meaning Simon Riley in the system in dead, and he simply views himself as a Ghost to that person. (Reasoning 4)

(He also murdered his father)

Ghost promptly does a lot of covert, dangerous, and morally questionable work. That alone is also a good reason why to keep an identity hidden.

n!Ghost

Although this Ghost's backstory is never really given, we are still shared a lot of potential reasons his character would prefer to remain unidentifiable.

There are also a few references in the Modern Warfare 2 (2022) campaign that references the comic, so perhaps the backstories are shared anyway, but it's not confirmed.

Ghost is a lone worker, even more so in the Reboot Universe. He specializes in clandestine, highly classified missions. As part of the SAS he is one of the few detailed taking missions solo, with zero back-up. He does a lot of dirty work similar to his alternate universe counterpart. (Reasoning 1)

Before joining taskforce 141, Ghost worked for a group known as Armistice. Armistice would fall, with members of the force betraying each other, several splitting off to work for Zakhaev. This included soldiers viewed to be Ghost's level, and wouldn't be his first or last betrayals. (Reasoning 2)

Ghost is shown working with several types of organizations not tied to the SAS, so he is likely even his own entity when it comes to things.

My thoughts?

Whatever has happened to Ghost, he likely doesn't view himself as alive as a prior version of himself was anyway. Hence the Callsign. Either way both have a lot going for them.

[sleepyconfusedpotato]

Bit of Exciting News!

Just a bit of news : For the comics class I'm attending, the lecturer said that we're attending a comics festival in my city, and for the end-of-semester assignment, each individual need to create a short comic with free themes and characters, exhibiting them at the festival.

You guessed it, I'm going to create a short comic of Jade's origin story! Of course, any Call of Duty elements will be removed (no Ghost HEUGH). It's not going to be too long, probably around 25-30 pages, but I'm really excited! ヾ(≧▽≦*)o

In response of this post, I spent the last day creating a character design sheet WIP for the characters as a requirement by my lecturer.

(Click for better resolution)

There are some asks of what Jade looked like as a kid and how Garnet (Eli) and Ruby (Gracie) looked like during their younger days, so here it is! And of course, the old man on the right who's the key figure of Jade's life, The Jeweler. Here it is!

The lecturer set the deadline in December which is CRAAAZYYY but that's what lecturers do, so when it finishes, you guys will also get a glimpse of the comic (๑•̀ㅂ•́)و✧

[rodolfoparras]

Cw: attempted baby trapping

Thinking about meeting old man Price in your early recruit days and forming a mentor mentee relationship with him. Slowly but surely you start developing feelings for him and you suspect that he reciprocate them , going by the longing glances, the lasting touches after a successful mission or a training session along with words suggesting something more than what would be considered professional

Despite that you never gather the courage to confess your feelings, even when the two of you start hooking up.

But Price isn’t willing to wait around for you to ask him to be your boyfriend.

So he sleeps around on base, makes sure you know all about the pretty soldiers that visit his room and keep him company.

One day when you’re hooking up with him you see a discarded condom in his garbage can and something in you snaps, barely giving him time to adjust to your size before you set a steady pace with your hips.

You don’t slow down, even you hear him slightly grunt and groan in pain, erratically thrusting into him like you hope it’ll take, as if somehow you’d manage to put a child in him, even though it’s practically impossible because Price doesn’t even have a womb to begin with.

Instead of being horrified, like any person would be, he’s got a determined look on his face, while bucking his hips up to meet your pace.

He’ll run his mouth, talking about all the men that fucked him tonight, even instructing you how to fuck him right, reminding you that you better do good if you want him to stop sleeping around.

That in itself would be enough to rile you up, fucking into him til it feels like he’s being skewed onto your cock and staying inside him til you’re sure it’ll take, til you’re sure no one will be able to have him again.

[welldonekhushi]

"Bell" in Black Ops 6

So here's the design of my Bell, now Vasili for Call of Duty: Black Ops 6! And yes, you guessed it right. After the events of the Solovetsky Ending, Bell survives from Adler's gunshot. Lore about him is beneath the cut!

⚠️ MAJOR BO6 SPOILERS! Please don't scroll down this post if you haven't played/watched the gameplay yet!

VASILI "BELL" SOKOLOV: IN GULF WAR

After the tumultuous events of the Cold War, Bell—later known as Vasili—went into hiding. The KGB had branded him a traitor, accusing him of assassinating their General, and he knew they would stop at nothing to eliminate him. In his search for sanctuary, he found an unlikely ally: the Pantheon. They had uncovered his name within the CIA's intelligence records, and his unique skills and background quickly caught their interest. Recognizing his potential as a valuable asset, they extended an invitation into their secretive ranks.

As Vasili integrated into the Pantheon, he learned more about their objectives, including a sinister plan to paint Adler, his former handler, as a traitor. This revelation stirred a deep-seated resolve within him. Vasili saw the situation as an opportunity to settle his personal score with Adler — a man he had every reason to make him pay for what he did to him in the past.

The Pantheon offered him a permanent role, but Vasili declined, choosing instead to remain a distant operative, working covertly within the organization to preserve his autonomy. Amidst joining after such an opportunity, he cared little for the Pantheon’s ambitions; his sole focus was revenge on Adler. And if it ever came to betray his newfound allies, Vasili knew he had no qualms, for they shared no loyalty beyond mutual convenience.

Russell Adler publicly claimed to have killed Bell during the Solovetsky mission, where they faced Perseus. Yet it was a chilling shock to Adler and his team when rumors surfaced of Bell’s survival—alive, reborn as Vasili, and actively working within the Pantheon. The ghost from their past had returned, more relentless and dangerous than ever before.

Speculation surrounds Vasili's possible connections to Jane Harrow, the enigmatic leader of the Pantheon, an organization rumored to be orchestrating the release of the deadly Cradle virus within Washington D.C.’s Capitol Building. Following the death of Belikov, Vasili was formally invited to join the Pantheon, with none other than Jane Harrow serving as his initial point of contact. Harrow, recognizing his skills and his vendetta against Adler, extended him the latitude to pursue his revenge—albeit under the condition of loyalty to her command. However, Vasili has never openly disclosed his true allegiances, leaving it uncertain whether he aligns fully with the Pantheon, or pursues an agenda of his own.

During a series of high-stakes missions with Adler, the team also began to notice a shadowy figure tailing them, relentlessly pursuing opportunities to eliminate Adler at unpredictable moments, regardless of their location. Over time, the team unraveled the identity of this relentless adversary: Vasili. Finally cornering him in their secure safehouse, they conducted a tense interrogation, seeking answers about the elusive Pantheon organization, Vasili's own motivations, and the identity of the assassin haunting their every move.

How would Vasili navigate his uneasy alliance with the team? Could he ever erase his name from the KGB's list, or is he destined to remain a pawn in their dangerous game? His fate hangs in the balance, each choice pulling him deeper into the unforgiving canon. And who is this secret assassin who is constantly following Adler this whole time? That only Vasili knows, but nobody else?

This would also be fun to expand his connections with other people in the game, since Vasili also agreed to help them decrypt the disks and help them in certain puzzles which might make him a.. temporary member of the team? So, hope you stay tuned! (⁠｡⁠･⁠ω⁠･⁠｡⁠)⁠ﾉ⁠♡

Also, to know the lore between what happened with Belikov, their General and Vasili's reason to join the Pantheon, here's the post for the context!

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