#cod: infinite warfare

[efingcod]

THIS IS NOT A JUDGMENT.

It's just a hot-button issue within the fandom, and I'm just genuinely curious about the numbers. Please reblog for a bigger sample size! If you want to put your answer in the tags, feel free, but of course, you don't have to.

I wanted to ask more detailed questions about the games played, but I only had a limited amount of questions. I might make another poll about what games you play or what you play for. CoD Zombies fans, I see you, and I love you.

[blingblong55]

HOLY SHIT, I JUST CAME UP WITH SOMETHING GENIUS. Anytime price or anyone goes shopping, they always get a bag of cheese for grim. Grim and Soap have a little siblings relationship, so of course grim is going to share hangouts with him, i.e. The top of the fridge (don't ask how soap fits up there, no one including himself knows), one time, grim was eating their shredded cheese while watching something on Netflix with soap. Grim noticed soap kept looking at their cheese, now, grim is absolutely terrible at people, but they did what they thought was best, and shoved a fistful of cheese into soaps mouth, then stared at him, waited for him to chew and swallow, then gave him the bag of shredded cheese. After wards they bent over the top of the fridge, opened it, and got out another packet of shredded cheese. Now, both grim and Soap like to sit on top of the fridge and eat cheese together. I have more about gremlin grim, just ask

I love this!!!!! keep 'em coming

Ghost once walked in on this, It was 2 a.m. and all he needed was his midnight drink. From on top of the fridge, he hears chewing, turns the lights on and sees Soap and Grim eating the shredded cheese, They hiss at him and Ghost just walks away.

Another time, when KorTac was visiting the base, Ghost wanted to prank his good old friend König and made him walk to the common room kitchen to get him some water around 1 a.m. König hears chewing, thinking it is a rat, when he turns the lights on and sees Grim and Soap, he falls to the floor and then scatters out of the room screaming for Ghost.

[cod-dump]

Soap after blowing something up: You think someone heard me?

Gaz: Astronauts heard you!

(In space)

Reyes: Holy shit- what the fuck was that?

[rwby-encrusted-blog]

*An Epic Space Battle Taking Place*

Marrow: *Over Radio* They're Hitting us with everything They've got!

Winter: Get out of the Combat Zone NOW!

Elm: We're not leaving you behind!

Winter: Clover Drop Out! That's an order!

Clover: Roger Ma'am!

Elm: We're coming back for you, Hear me Schnee? We will find you!

Vine: Fair Winds 141

*Atlas Ships warp out*

Suit: Oxygen Depleting.

Penny: Specialist, Your suit.

Winter: Took a hit in the cockpit. Left arm's torn.

Penny: Unsettling Report Ma'am.

Suit: Oxygen Depleting.

Penny: Specialist, I-I can't stop it. What do I do?

Winter: *Cough* Let it go Penny.

Penny: I can't Ma'am. You're my commanding officer, Specialist. My mission is you.

Winter: *breathing heavy* W-Who says?

Penny: I'm hardware Ma'am. Ultimately expendable.

Winter: *Losing Consciousness* No no, You're my sister Penny ...

Penny: Your talking Robot sister?

Winter: Affirmative. Like another Weiss.

Penny: Yes, Well I am the charismatic one Ma'am.

Winter: *Chuckles* No doubt ... *Worse coughing*

Winter: *Wheezing* Looks like this is the end of the line Partner.

Penny: ... I think I'm scared ma'am.

Winter: ... Me to- *Cough Cough Cough*

Penny: Ma'am. Ma'am! Stay With me! Specialist!

Penny: Winter ... WINTER ... WINTER ...

[umbranarts]

Brian bloom as Captain Nick Reyes 😫🤌🏼

WHY TF IS HE SO HOT?!!!!!! 🥵

Ps: that’s also Keegan Russ under the mask btw

[supersonictalan]

TELL ME THIS ISNT TRUE

[tacticalhimbo]

Video game moments that will forever change my psyche // FULL SCENE

[perseus-veil]

fucked up little boy i need to kill him

[gamergirlbonestaskforce141riot]

Request for @cumikering <3 hope you like it!

Nora Salter from COD: Infinite Warfare

[mlkshakehotdogs]

dream blunt rotation

[efingcod]

*"I believe the characters are representative of certain archetypes and I can glean what I need from that" (Why aren't these answers longer?!)

My intention with this poll is to satisfy my own curiosity. So far on my previous poll, 68ish people have answered: "I have no intention to play or watch" the CoD games. I personally can't create without the strong emotional connection I get from canon, so I'd love to know how it works for someone who hasn't engaged in a piece of media but creates for it. I did my best to think of reasons why someone might do that, I hope I covered everything without sounding like an ass.

Please DO NOT use my poll to harass or send hateful messages to anyone. That is not my intent with this poll. This is for SCIENCE. That's why the comments are off.

Please reblog for a larger sample size!

[wishfuldivine]

IM SO LATE but lewis hamilton actually IS in cod lol!! he’s in infinite warfare and he is so so handsome 🥰 (like normal)

Really?! The only game I don't play when it comes to the COD franchise, he is there! Lmfao (well, I didn't play Advance Warfare either)

Oh. OH my. I JUST looked it up while writing this. HE'S FUCKING HANDSOME OMG

That's nothing new, though. He has always been gorgeous! Thanks for telling me, Anon! Have a blessed day!

[cumikering]

Nick Reyes x reader

1.3k | whump, fluff The Stars Listened: How Infinite Warfare should have ended (bc my heart can’t handle it)

Five. Mere five survived out of the 767 men and women that day.

That's less than 7%, which was about the same chances of recovery of the sort of coma Nick was in. In the empty hospital hall, you didn't hear the doctor too well as the world fell silent and your vision blurred.

On May 8th, Nick and his valiant crew assaulted the SDF shipyard in Mars’ orbit. Lt. Nora Salter fired on his position on his command and the breach pulled him out of the control centre. He tried reaching his crew, but shrapnel cracked his helmet. In the piercing silent, his oxygen dissipated. As fast as he could, Kloos reached and pulled him aboard just before space took him.

You stayed at the hospital where Salter, Kloos, Boats and Brooks did too for observation. You’d only met Salter, and getting to know the other three allowed you a miniscule relief from your cruel mind. You brought them their favourite foods, retrieved their comfort items and assisted them how you could – anything to stop you from crying endlessly.

You could only imagine how much their souls tore to lose hundreds of their brothers and sisters-in-arms. Yet they were beyond kind to you about your bereavement as if the sea of suffering didn’t threaten to pull them under too. For that, you couldn’t thank them enough.

But one by one they were discharged, yet Nick laid still, his scruff grew heavier - the sight unfamiliar as he preferred clean shaven. You enjoyed assisting him in maintaining the look, like you often did on Sundays after a breakfast of pancakes – his favourite.

For days on end, the TV droned on and on about the victory, about the 767 heroes of the Earth, about Nick Reyes the commander of the UNSA Retribution. Reasonably, it was all the people cared about. The world might at last be at peace, but it didn’t mean much to you without him.

Outside the hospital, the sky darkened, dull and starless. The air hung heavy, looming, suffocating. Time stood its ground, expanding infinitely and May 8th felt far further behind than it was. Your thoughts ate at you, your mind whirring relentlessly as his chances dissolved with each hour. The ticking of the clock echoed like a premonition.

Nick Reyes had always been a wonderer. A devotee of the unknown, of the distant darkness - loved the moons, planets and constellations. He told you to look up to the sky when you missed him and promised he’d always be there somewhere among the glimmering stars even if your eyes didn’t meet. Each time he came home, he brought a photo of the radiant star he spoke to about you, keeping him company. It made him less lonely in the vacuum.

You turned to your lover. You traced the lines of his face, the healing scars and the fading ones. There wasn’t much colour in his chapped lips. He looked older, and you wondered if he’d get the chance to be.

That day even that he was next to you, he’d never been more unreachable. He was more tubes than man regardless how many hours you sat by him, no matter how many cards and flowers and wishes people of Geneva brought him. You couldn’t be prouder of how widely he was loved, yet the weight didn’t budge. It all meant nothing without him to see it.

You reached for him, resting your forehead against your joint hands as you breathed out a shaky sigh. Another tear.

Perhaps you’d said your goodbyes and didn’t even know it, but you would have done anything to tell him again how much he meant to you, just one last time.

Nick woke on the fifth day. It was a finger at first, a twitch of an eyebrow, then his toes. Medical personnel crowded him as he took in his surroundings. Your tears of joy poured when you met his weak smile. His eyes twinkled all the same despite the fatigued gaze.

You could finally breathe. Colour crept back, the chains around your chest gave away. He was there. He was back. The stars listened.

Days later, the late afternoon glow poured through the large windows of your home. You led Nick to the couch, fabric warm from the sunlight. He winced as he lifted his hoodie off. You pulled it over his head, his shirt under rode up to reveal the fading evidence of his injuries.

"Stay," he said, tugging you to sit by him. He carefully laid his head on your lap, avoiding his bruises. He sighed. "Finally some alone time with you. I've missed you so much.”

You caressed his face, drinking him in - the way his lips curved, his bright, gentle eyes. “I missed you too, Nick. It’s not home without you.”

"Do you remember our first date? I was on your lap like this too, looking up to the prettiest smile ever. You made me fall so fast.”

You chuckled. “Of course I remember. You’ve always been so smooth.”

“Only for you, my little star.”

Already, life slipped back to the good days. Just the two of you, gazing at each other, safe in your own little sphere.

“You know, when I told Salter to fire, I had you in mind. I was ready to die, but I didn’t. I watched the shots, like fireworks in the darkest sky. I thought about my parents, my crew. Gibson, Mac, Gator, Griff… My heart was so full, so proud of what we did, thinking of coming home to you.

“When my helmet broke, I wondered what you’d feel when you finally read my farewell letter, when my death is not just a worry but a weight to carry. Then my memory played backwards. I remembered your laugh, our last dinner, our anniversary, first trip, first date... My chest burnt, but I wanted to see you again more than I wanted to breathe.” He cupped your face. “You were all I could think about,” he said breathlessly.

You didn't realise you were crying until a tear fell on his cheek. You brushed it away.

“I love you, Nick. I haven’t said it enough,” you croaked.

“I think I heard you. You said it wasn’t my time yet, said you love me a million times. I’ll never get tired of hearing it.” He smiled, wiping your tears away. “Thanks for staying with me.”

You leaned into his touch, eyes shut. “It’s nothing you ever need to thank me for.”

“With how much we destroyed, SDF won’t be a threat for at least decades. It’s what I’ve always wanted when I volunteered, but more than that, I want this with you. This is for you, for us.”

“Do you think if we wish hard enough, we’ll have a forever?” you whispered.

“We can try, but I’m already beyond grateful of this sliver of time with you, from now to whenever it is. It might just be a speck in the infinity of the universe, but it’s the entirety of my soul in ours.” His voice shook as he brought your hand to his lips. “I love you, always. No matter where I go.”

You looked out the window at kids running down the street, wind danced in their hair, giggling like the war in the skies was but a distant nightmare. Maybe there would be a generation that couldn’t imagine it, untouched by the horrors of loss. Maybe even one or two of your own.

“Want to help me shave?”

You turned to him. His eyes were the brightest oceans in the summer, gleaming under the mighty sun. Another tear stained his cheek. You let it be.

It didn’t hurt to smile. “It is Sunday.”

@sofasoap @b1rds3ye

[myzkagirl]

im gonna start a writing side blog :) this will be my writing blog! excited to have ya’ll there <3

[frost-westbrook]

My infinite warfare steelbook I picked up at gamestop for ten bucks today!

[cod-dump]

Could you imagine Price and the others were transported to another one of the CoD games, like Infinite Warfare?

(Honestly I see the game being cut in half because Price and Soap would just instantly go to the guy and shoot him)

Price and Soap would honestly cut any game in half. Also imagining them in SPACE?? Hello, I would pay good money for that! Though I wonder of they would be a part of SCAR or if 141 has their own standing in Infinite Warfare.

Excuse me while I go back to Infinite Warfare and imagine the 141 boys in the mix