#codghosts

[nekomusumefrontalcortexplosion]

Cod Ghosts Screencaps

[nonchalant-abby]

OKAY, picture this:

an au where all of the Ghost boys have a kid, and their kids go on to take their parents places in the Ghosts team (kinda like Hesh and Logan but not so miserable?)

Possibly including Hesh and Logan??

[loganwalkerz]

I will never forgive the way the cod fandom treated Call Of Duty Ghosts because yall are the reason I've gotta sit wondering what happened to Logan Walker after the endin

We ain't ever getting part 2 to that amazing master piece 😭

[schizo-bbgs]

Keegan colored

[gunnrblze]

City Dweller, pt. 2

☽ Hesh x Reader, 1600k words, SFW

The drabble inspiration for this fic, part 1

Hello all, here’s part two of roommate life with our green eyed cutie :)

Waking up to a tender ache in your triceps and shoulders from moving boxes all day yesterday, was not your favorite thing about your first morning in this new apartment.

The eye bags under your eyes from not sleeping much through the night, wasn’t either.

And the dozens of boxes and bags piled around your bedroom was definitely on the bottom of the list.

What did peak your interest, was the slight whine you heard outside your door at such an early hour. Padding across the cool tile until you turned the door knob, you looked out into the hallway at eye level. But the culprit was at your feet.

Riley wagged his tail furiously when he spotted your form, head tilted and tongue hanging half out, staring up at you with his dark eyes.

An eyebrow raised, and you kneeled down to stare back at him, petting the smooth fur on the top of his head. He responded like he’d just won the puppy lottery, immediately coming closer, tail wagging and trying to nuzzle up to you. You couldn’t help but smile, petting down his back. The dull ache in your upper body stung, but he was too cute to pass up. You figured he should get to know you too, at least, as his new roommate.

His owner made himself even more known, though. A deep, nearly booming “Riley” called out from down the hall and around the corner, followed by footsteps. Maybe his commanding voice sent a shiver down your spine, maybe it didn’t.

Glancing up and then down the length of the hallway, you spotted Hesh standing at the end. Arms crossed as he spotted you kneeled down in your doorway, his dogs head practically atop your shoulder as you scratched behind his ears.

A smile crested his lips before he neutralized it, walking down the hall to gather Riley by the collar after another call of the dogs name didn’t seem to make him detach from you.

“Sorry he bothered you so early, he’s not used to having anyone else here” He’d apologize, pulling the canine off you gently before you stand back up.

Explaining that you didn’t mind only seemed to make it harder for him to hide that faint smile on his face, trying to maintain the apologetic attitude. Riley let out his own little whine as if demanding to be payed attention to again, and you were grateful for it. Reaching down a bit to pet him again so you could take your eyes off Hesh in his army getup.

That was a view you thought you could get used to. Camo covering his long legs, wrapped so deliciously around the man’s thighs that you made a point not to stare. T-shirt tight around the bulging muscles in his upper arms, it felt like an act of Christ to avert your eyes. Roommate, he’s your roommate, you fool. That internal reprimand didn’t help much, though.

“Once he gets used to you, he’ll be less of a nuisance, promise…” he still attempted to explain, but you couldn’t mind any of it. Not his cute dog, not his cute face. You were still so sleepy, lost in the little moment as you scratched Riley’s head.

You waved him off before you stood back up at full length, not missing the way his own eyes raked over your pjs and then proceeded to grin almost imperceptibly, nearly hidden by his thick beard. You gave him a tired smile, voicing again that Riley was no trouble, before meeting his eyes once more.

Time stood still for a moment, neither of you sure how to proceed. He gave a nod, and looked at the floor for a moment, still holding Riley’s collar loosely in his hand. He broke the silence first, wishing you a good morning, before shuffling back down the hall.

You definitely did not look at his ass before you shut your bedroom door again, flopping back into bed as the sun came up.

. . ・ 。 . ・ ゜ ✭ ・ ☽ ・ ✫ ・ ゜ ・ 。 . .

Your day was spent flitting around your room, unpacking the gargantuan amount of boxes that were piled up. The vision of all your clothing dumped onto your bed was a monsoon of stress, begging to be sorted, folded, hung up.

You took a break around noon, deciding to get a better look at the finer details of the apartment. Maybe you should’ve done that before signing the lease, but hey, you had to take this opportunity before it was ripped out from under you. Had to take him, maybe. No, you thought. Bad girl.

Your fingers trailed along the countertop island as you rounded into the kitchen area, taking better note of all the things he had stored in the drawers and cabinets.

Maybe it was silly to try and derive personality from someone based on the silverware they chose to buy, but you tried it anyways.

You had to take a second look at everything. The table and chairs he had, you, had…the items he chose to leave out on the counter instead of storing away, what kind of food he tends to buy…

The lack of junk food almost made you roll your eyes. You loved a good veggie platter as much as the next person, but you’d have to buy some Doritos if you were living with this guy for the foreseeable future.

You strolled around the living room, noting the lack of decor and, well…general sense of lived in-ness. You could definitely fix that. A rug, some art, maybe some plants.

Would he mind if you spruced the place up? Surely not, considering you live here now too. But would it be odd if he came home one day and you’d transformed an entire space of the apartment? Would he even like your taste in-

You had to knock the thoughts out before they could blossom too much. Not wanting to spiral yourself into an anxious mess over whether or not your totally cool and laid back roommate would mind if you put a throw pillow on the couch.

So you perused the rest of the apartment with the curiosity of a 7 year old. Why you cared so much about the stuff the man kept under the bathroom sink and the way he appeared to do his laundry, was a mystery. You chalked in up to getting to know the green eyed man. Getting to know the space you now live in.

And when you walked down the hallway and stopped at his bedroom door, you were already trying to mentally justify snooping through his bedroom.

No way could you do that, pry through his space like that. You hardly know the guy, and you definitely can’t just invade his privacy like that. But maybe just a tiny peek wouldn’t hurt, you attempted to justify.

Which is how you found your hand turning the knob and pushing his bedroom door open. Just enough, a crack in the door, so you could get a better look at what he flashed you a peek of last week.

Flicking the light switch on, your eyes roved over the sparsely decorated area. A bed on the wall to your right. A dresser on the far opposite side of the room, next to a desktop setup and monitor. You were still wondering what games he played on that thing, itching to cross the room and rifle through the dvd cases stacked up on the desk. You swore you could see Animal Crossing on one of them but that felt like your imagination, probably.

Your eyes flicked over to the closet door, dying to know what he wears aside from his uniforms. Just t shirts and jeans maybe? Oh god, does he wear those tight pants that-

You felt guiltier the longer you stood there, head popped into the cracked open doorway, so you abandoned your thought to take stock of how goddamned neat the bed was again. You thought maybe it was a fluke when you’d seen it last week. That he knew you’d be touring the place, so he did it up all proper. But you’d be damned if he didn’t have a made bed that would have a hotel housekeeper jealous.

He seemed to favor greens and greys, and it made sense when you looked at the rest of the apartment. It was, all in all, a bit bland. But somehow charming, you figured. The tall soldier wasn’t home too often, as he’d explained, so why would he have the place spruced up like The Ritz?

You didn’t debate it too much more, at least not with your prying eyes roaming over the shoes next to his nightstand and Riley’s bed in the corner. Was that a fucking baby blanket for the dog-

You shut his door back, abandoning your searches and returning to your own bedroom to keep unpacking.

. . ・ 。 . ・ ゜ ✭ ・ ☽ ・ ✫ ・ ゜ ・ 。 . .

A half unpacked room was decent work for one day, you’d decided before slumping down onto the living room couch. Limbs like jelly atop the cushions, slumped so far back into the plush grey fabric you hoped you’d be swallowed up whole.

You watched a show on the tv for background noise while you instead just scrolled on your phone, pouting when you remembered your Netflix subscription was about to end. No way am i paying 13 dollars a month just to watch Dexter, you reasoned.

You’d eventually decided you needed dinner, so you ordered takeout because it felt wrong to use up Hesh’s food, although he told you to go ahead and use anything you needed.

Later that night, you tossed and turned per usual, freaking out only momentarily when you heard the front door opening and two sets of feet, or paws rather, coming through the apartment.

You weren’t sure how long it’d take to get used to living with a brand new roommate, especially one that seemed to charm your socks off so easily that it was almost eerie. But when you heard Hesh’s chuckle sound down the hallway for whatever reason, all light and warm, you decided it probably wouldn’t take too long.

You should really be more careful next time you snoop, and actually turn the man’s bedroom light back off…

[quoxal]

Don't just stand there, help this poor man out.

Ahh it continues!! Here is Keegan in a... Situation. Maybe he just needs your help to escape these annoying ropes 😏

[konigbabe]

NSFW alphabet with Keegan P. Russ

Pairing: Keegan Russ x fem!reader

Word count: 3.5k

Tags/Warnings: smut/nsfw; canon compliant; explicit language; praise kink; mirror sex; rough sex; p-in-v sex; canon spoilers; light dom/sub undertones; light BDSM; oral sex; aftercare; teasing; sex toys

A/N: This is essentially my own interpretation of what Keegan Russ' NSFW alphabet would look like. | source |

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A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Aftercare and Keegan go hand in hand; he’s very gentle with you—with the scares of war, roughness of the battlefield, all he craves when around you is just to be present, enjoying the quiet moments you share following the post-orgasmic bliss, his hands caressing your arms, the skin of your hips, the curve of your spine; a content sigh leaving his kiss-bruised lips still glistening with your juices as he rests his head on top of yours. His heartbeat strong and steady, allowing your heart to sync with his and calm down.

Keegan’s also someone who always has a glass of water by his bed for multiple purposes—not only to give it to you to cool your heated body after he’s done absolutely savaging you but to calm down his racing heartbeat from the nightmares he still dreams about, especially after everything that happened with the Walker brothers…

B = Body part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Your thighs; he’s absolutely addicted to the feel of them on his palms, around his hips with your heels digging into his lower back. Keegan would always swallow your moans, inhaling you in as he grounds himself deeper into you. Harder. One of his hands would rest comfortably on the apex of your thigh, drawing tantalizing circles on your flesh—feeling the muscles underneath tremble as he hits that sweet spot deep inside you, the one that makes you say his name as a prayer, as a plea. A mantra for more.

For you, it’s his eyes; he’s quiet, reserved. Reticent…but his eyes, they speak volumes. It took you some time to understand his silent language. It started off innocent enough—he’d give you a look on a mission, telling you to follow him, to stay behind him, to stay safe. Then as you grew closer, as you conquered the walls around him, you’d see the commanding aura surrounding him. He likes control; he’d let you taciturnly know—his eyes would tell you everything Keegan demanded; to be a good girl for him, to open your legs wider, get on your knees, hands over your head; he wouldn’t have to say a word yet you’d always know and more than happily obliged his desires. His gaze would hold you captive, and you could tell he was savoring the moment and the pleasure he was getting out of it as much as you were.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum)

Keegan’s a slight clean freak; it comes from his line of work and spills over to the sex as well. Rarely he’d allow himself to cum on your body—even though he always dreams about you, drenched in his own juices, on your knees for him, his seed spilling from your open mouth, piercing eyes drowning in the view of you so compliant. Swallowing him. Savoring the taste of him, sweet and subsaline.

But there’s nothing like cumming inside you. The tight clench of your walls, urging him to finally let go. Your moans symphony to his ears, eyes locked with yours—pupils dilated, the darkness taking over the ocean blue of his irises—hips grounding into you, claiming you for his own. The way you feel wrapped around him, drawing him in with an irresistible force….yeah, there’s no better feeling than the way your body reacts to his seed inside.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

There was one time when you got taken hostage by the Federation soldiers; Keegan still vividly remembers the way he felt, how worried he was, slipping occasionally, focus faltering as he and the rest of the team breached the compound in hopes to find you—well and alive. He wasn’t very keen on the feeling; he did care about you and always will but never would he thought that your kidnapping would mess his head that much.

He’ll never admit it but it was the moment he found you. Killed the guard, Logan and Hesh behind him as he bashed the door open and saw you—sitting on a chair, legs spread and each ankle tied up to a separate chair leg, a rope securing your stomach to the back post with your arms tied behind your back; you were well and alive, Keegan thanked the God, but it was the way that compromising position pushed up your chest, your prominent curves on display…and he liked the view—for a split second before realizing the reality of the whole situation but yes…seeing you all tied up and gagged ignited a spark of arousal within him that he knew he'd explore later on, when both of you were alone.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Keegan knows exactly what he's doing. He's never been into flings or one-night stands, preferring to explore his own desires and pleasure with steady partners. That stableness has allowed him to build upon his knowledge and now he's ready to share his expertise with you. His touch is confident, each caress igniting a fire in you that starts as a gentle flicker and builds to a roaring blaze with his lips tantalizing yours, exploring and teasing as you writhe underneath him, on top of him, completely at his mercy.

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying…)

He likes you underneath him, facing him; and not only in bed. Let it be against the wall, ankles on top of his shoulders, legs against your chest as he sinks deep inside your sensitive walls, the position allowing you to feel the spongy head of his cock kissing your cervix. He likes to watch you, to truly see the bliss on your face, to feel you clench around him, to see you fold so easily in his grasp.

There are also days where he lets you on top—hands squeezing your thighs, fingertips caressing the curve of your ass as you stay on all fours over his lying form, one arm supporting your weight next to his head, the other delicately tracing the contours of his chest, the hard edges of his torso while you sink lazily on his cock, deliberately and leisurely bathing in the bliss of been filled by the man underneath you, eliciting soft moans and groans from him with your nails scratching his breastplate, running over the jagged skin there…

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

Keegan doesn’t joke around; not outside the bedroom or inside. He’s more of a sarcastic type of person with those he cares about—but when it comes to pleasure and passion, he’s all about the business. There might be a moment or two where he says something laced with satire, where he teases you, tantalizing you and it’s no secret that you do live for those moments—to see him so relaxed, so endorsed in the intimacy of the two of you that he just lets go of everything.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

Keegan has always been an unconventional man, and that extends to his grooming habits. He rarely finds the time to devote to meticulous styling, instead preferring to focus his energy elsewhere. But one area he does make sure to attend to is his facial hair. He knows how uncomfortable it can be to wear a mask over the stubble, let alone a full beard, so he takes time to make sure it's well taken care of.

That doesn’t necessarily translate to other areas of his body—he has a nice, thicker happy trail; one that you just love letting your fingertips trail along, even when you’re just lying on his chest, in your shared bed, snuggled together and about to fall asleep. It calms you, a perfect lullaby.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

Keegan’s someone who always enjoys the close intimate moments between you two—even if not confirming it verbally, his body language betrays him every time. He’s gentle and loving, worshipping your body with slow and sensuous movements. Kissing and nipping at your skin, at the flesh of your shoulder, extending the gentle assault onto your neck as he slides into you, filling you to the brim; caressing your skin, murmuring sweet nothings and telling you how beautiful you are, how well you’re taking him…

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

He’s a grown man with needs, especially when he was still alone, he’d get it over with pretty quickly; finding the whole act to be his own way of relaxation and release of all the built-up tension he'd been holding inside, not really something he’d indulge in. Nowadays, Keegan doesn’t have these needs that often.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Keegan definitely is way filthier and kinkier than most people have him for;

There’s the praise kink; Keegan’s not someone who talks that much during sex. He can do dirty talk and fuck he does that good—but when he opens his mouth, in those sacred moments, he always makes sure to let you know how good you are, how pretty you look and sound. Also, the sound of your moans, calling out his name and babbling about how good he makes you feel gives him an incomparable rush of pleasure.

He’s certainly fond of fucking you in front of mirrors (as explored in lose composure); having you bend over a drawer, rutting into you with his eyes staring you down in the mirror, gaze fixated on the way your eyes focus on the way his cock sinks into your walls, coated in your juices, glistening and so red and angry as he pounds you into complete submission.

There is a whole side of Keegan to explore and you are adamant about finding out more about his little secrets...

L = Location (Favourite places to do the deed)

Keegan is fine with anywhere you’re game to do it. Of course he prefers the bedroom; it used to be standard for him before ODIN fell—ever since the Federation war and ever since you, he changed his tactics a little, twisted them to your own desires; because when on a mission, there’s no guarantee you’ll return to the comfort of your own bed so when the two of you feel the need to fuck each other’s brains out and are all for it, he really doesn’t mind having you against some old rusty wall in a questionable basement with the rest of the team somewhere in the same building.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

You. Everything about you; everything you do. But especially when you’re in your game—he’s seen you shoot a guard with his own rifle and it was you, shamelessly showing off before his eyes that turned him on that time. He’ll watch you with passionate admiration and then lead you somewhere private to show you just how much he admires you. The thought that someone so gorgeous and strong-headed as you chose to be with him feels more than appetizing.

N = No (Something they wouldn’t do, turn-offs)

Keegan will never agree to degradation or anything to do with weaponry inside the bedroom; he’s rough, can be very demanding and fierce sometimes (but always tentative to your needs)—pushing your head into the pillows, fingers gripping your hair harshly as he grounds himself inside you, one hand guiding your hips to meet him halfway as you feel the moans getting caught in the soft material of the mattress; he’d growl into your ear to just take it. He lives for when you leave marks on his skin, crescent bruises from your nails digging too deep into his muscles, sometimes even drawing blood, bite marks on his shoulder from trying to keep quiet as he pounds into you right next door to Merrick….but he’ll never be okay with making you bleed.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Keegan never says no to a blowjob; he rather relishes in it when you go down on your knees for him, but his real passion lies in giving you the pleasure his mouth and fingers can bring you. Your taste, smell, the way you react—it’s something that shifts him into a state of euphoria. For him, it’s an opportunity to show you just how devoted he can be; it’s also oddly comforting for him, with your legs squeezing his head, locking him in place, he’s content at that time with his own pleasure just secondary to yours…

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

More than rough and fast, Keegan likes to take his time. He’ll take every minute he has with you and draw them out, make you come twice before he even lets you get your hands on him. And even then, when you beg him to finally be inside you, he’ll deliberately take it slow. Tantalizing you, punishing you as if you’ve been bad even when that isn’t the truth. It frustrates you, the way he sets a slow, sensual pace and barely pulls out of you, preferring to stay deep inside and rock against you and feel every slight tensing and releasing of your inner muscles. He’ll take advantage of every second you have together.

However, there are days when you both want nothing more than tear each other apart; those days end with him ravishing you wherever you are, taking you against the wall without bothering to take off anything, not even his gloves and mask. And sometimes it’s you who does that to him—goading him into fucking you hard and deep; or you’ll push him down on the ground (or on a chair) and just ride him, use him (until he comes, sometimes too fast because you drive him fucking insane with your wild demeanor).

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

Keegan, as mentioned before, prefers to take his sweet time with you. However, if the options are quickie or nothing, you know he’ll never decline that offer. Sometimes it’s when you feel too needy in the morning as he’s about to leave; you’ll wrap your venomous fingers around his wrist, still naked in his sheets with him fully dressed, mask in his hand, just reaching for his gun on the night table when you stop him—ask him to stay a little longer. Initially, he’d decline so you’d turn to begging, pleading and when that fails (that man is strongwilled sometimes, stubborn even), you just tug at his wrist with all your strength, making him lose stability and fall right on top of you, make him give into you, even if he was already meant to be sitting in the briefing room (but let’s be honest; he’s much happier buried inside your soft slick walls, hearing you moan his name rather than sitting on a chair surrounded by the rest of Ghosts).

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

Keegan’s line between experimenting and taking risks is pretty thin; he’s keen on experimentation—even before the fall of ODIN, he lived by the “try everything once” phase and is still game when it comes to your love life. It’s your suggestions that mostly reveal his hidden desires. He wasn’t someone who experimented often but with you and how open you are to try new things; it allows him to find himself as well (and make him fucking fall in love with you even more, not that he might admit it to you anytime soon though).

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

He’s someone who may not be able to last more than one, maybe two rounds (especially with how physically tiring his job can get) but this man knows how to make it count. He’ll be tantalizingly slow, leisured thrusts, sometimes just staying seating inside, shifting and grounding his hips without pulling out—drawing multiple orgasms out of you until you’re so spend that even your moans became barely audible, throat painfully dry, muscles relaxed to the point it feels like someone injected you with epidural, yet he won’t stop, drowning in the bliss your body gives him.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

For himself? No.

To use on you? Maybe—it’s kind of an apocalypse after all and people have other things on minds than trying to get their hands on sex toys. But he might have brought you something he found on one of the regular raids; it took some serious deep cleaning to make sure everything was sterile and safe for use. After that? This man is unstoppable with it; after he reaches his own climax, he’s all game to continue working your body to another blissful release with that toy.

U = Unfair (How much they like to tease)

Keegan is undoubtedly a teaser; slowly picking up on the ways to tease you based on the way you tease him (an eye for an eye). You have a knack for knowing exactly how to make him ache: eating fruit in front of him and lick each sweet drop of juice off your fingers; your body brushing against his as you lean in close when you’re in public; you give him glances through your lashes because you know that a certain type of look makes him go hard.

He slowly picks up on what makes you do the same. The first time he put his hand on you in public (and not on a mission) with casual ease, you nearly jumped out of your skin; talking to your superior with the Ghosts around you, his hand resting on the lower of your back, the curve on top of your ass because he knew no one was able to see it, his fingers drew circles on the material of your shirt, making you stumble over your words, drawing looks from the Walkers and Merrick, all way too oblivious to the way Keegan’s fingers slipped into your jeans, just knuckle deep but still touching the naked flesh of your lower back.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

He’s a moaner; quiet but full of emotion, keeping it contained within himself so that only are able to hear him. Keegan’s not one to be loud which isn’t really surprising, yet he’s vocal in other ways—gentle grunts, suppressed groans and muffled moans. The more he loses the ability to express himself with words, and as his pleasure intensifies, his moans become more impassioned and fervent, until he's completely overwhelmed with pleasure and can only express himself with a deafening cry of bliss.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

Keegan can’t stop thinking about that time he found you bound as a hostage. He doesn’t really want to bring it up because it was after all a traumatizing moment for you; yet his imagination runs wild with the fantasy of seeing you laid out before him, helpless and vulnerable, blindfolded and restrained; laying bare on his bed— not able to move as he devours you like a man-starved beast. The thought of your hands bound above your head, unable to move, only fuels his hunger for you further. He can't help but imagine just how exquisite it would feel to be able to fuck into you in such a vulnerable state.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants)

Keegan’s more on the girth side rather than length; still, he’s big enough to make you feel the stretch when he slides into you. Tantalizingly thick, he always leaves you craving more, filling you up completely, sending waves of electricity through you with each roll of his hips.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

His desire for you is as high as yours, if not higher. Keegan’s someone who not only is more than capable of fucking you before going to sleep but waking up and be ready to do it all over again. His sex drive is a combination of biology and psychology; one part of him completely succumbs to his desire whenever you’re around (or just on his mind) and the other is worry—he worries that this, what you to have going on, is not permanent given the nature of your lives. This fear of his only serves to strengthen his passion, and make him even more eager to please you.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterward)

In accordance with the previous statements, he mostly takes his time; he likes to watch you drift into that blissful slumber, so spent and tired to not even bother to dress up. It lets him savor the moments between you even more. Keegan will sometimes put his shirt on you while you’re already fast asleep—he’ll move slowly and with precision so he won’t wake you up, caressing your body with his fingertips as he slips his shirt over you, taking in the sight of your bare skin against the used fabric. He loves to linger, taking in your beauty and the tranquillity of the night, before finally letting himself drift off in peaceful repose.

[szmxsm]

【COD Ghost】Keegan P. Russ【Commission】

『Your mystery box.』 First time to draw army uniform, thanks for the lovely customer giving me a chance to draw Keegan! Commission open, DM me if you need to draw anything! —— 第一次畫軍裝，感謝委託人給我這次機會畫帥氣的Keegan! 委託開放中，有需要可以直接私訊詢問詳情哦！ —— 60 seconds speedpainting:

[spicelold]

A LITTLE SILLY FED-CHAN ON NIGHT

Fed night is crazy

[aceth3second]

I am vewy proud of my edit :)

Font: lemonmilk

App: capcut

Character and game: keegan p russ from call of duty ghosts

[ledeumaen]

[nekomusumefrontalcortexplosion]

Random fact - I don’t like Keegan's appearance in this level.

[nonchalant-abby]

rorkes favorite song is ghostbusters prove me wrong.

[loganwalkerz]

Angst Rorke x Elias stuff

Elias, who haunts Rorke after everything. Not even death could seperate them. They made their vows that death will never do them part. And it's paid off in a awful way

Elias spirit clings onto Rorke, arms around his shoulder his head resting against Rorkes almost intimately.

It's why Rorke stopped torturing Logan in the first place. It's why he just..let Logan go. He couldn't bare to make Elias spirit anymore upset than he already has.

The longer Elias spirit clings to Rorke the stronger it gets, sharing Rorkes energy. His pain. His anger.

And Rorke just let's him. He doesn't have the heart to stop him

"..I'm sorry..I can't fix you.."

Rorke whispers staring at the mirror where he can see Elias face still. Even when Rorke tries to reach to touch, it feels like Elias is there. He swears he feels his skin.

Rorke is running out of patience to pretend he doesn't care anymore, he's too attatched again. Every time Elias spirit appears and latches onto him, Rorke swears he feels himself leaning into the false warmth.

Even going as far as too beg for Elias spirit to stay longer.

"Just..a few more minutes"

Rorke murmurs but when he gets out of bed the spirit is already gone, leaving Rorke lonely again until it decides to come back. To cling onto him again.

Rorkes become isolated from reality he doesn't even realised he's strayed from the feds path.

He's not realised how far he's lost it as he feels the touches of Elias spirit all over his body, sobbing softly when it disappears realising its showing him what he could've had.

He could've had Elias. He could've settled and grown old together. If hadn't been so weak.

If Rorke had been only a little bit stronger then maybe they could've been spirits together, maybe he would have the real Elias in his arms. But now he's stuck with the spirit.

And he'll do with what he's got. But he wants more. Always more. Always Elias.

[schizo-bbgs]

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[alidravana]

Fandom: Call of Duty - Ghosts

Ship: Hesh/Kick

Length/Rating: ~1.2K, Teen

Tags: Song: Sweater Weather (The Neighbourhood), Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Dissociation, Cold, Day At The Beach, Sweaters, Huddling For Warmth, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Grief/Mourning

Summary:

A return trip to the Santa Monica pier doesn't go exactly as planned.

My entry for Day 1 for @flufftober: "I've got you" and inspired by Song Fic September! Part of the 'Leave a Light On' canon divergence AU.

Please enjoy reading (here on A03)!