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gabriel-rorke · 4 months ago
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Call of Duty: Ghosts infection au
Biters: Biters are radioactive bugs that carry enough poison, disease, and "flesh rot" in their bite that it won't kill the host immediately, but if not cured, can end horribly.
Stage one: the bite. When the host gets bit by the biters, they don't notice, it's like a mosquito bite at first, but it's not itchy, and its much smaller. the host, after 24 hours, will start to feel more pain in the arms, chest and legs, it's extremely faint though. this is the poison flowing through the flesh.
stage 2: sickness. The host will start to feel sick, much like the flu, headaches, coughing, drowsiness, vomiting, etc. the eyes will start to become bloodshot and tired.
stage 3: rot. the hosts skin will start to feel squishier under the skin, the pain has worsened, and the hos feels even more drowsy and weak. the eyes have become even more red and bloodshot, by now the iris and pupil will start to turn white. the host is now almost a walking dead body.
stage 4: peeling. with the flesh becoming even more squishy, skin will start to peel and rot away, teeth will start to fall out and gums become paler. In some extreme cases, mold can grow over the flesh and sometimes under the rotting but not yet peeled skin.
stage 5: growth. This is when bones under the rotting flesh will start to elongate, this is most promenade in the spine, arms and ribs. the bones will inflate and make the flesh above stretch and become much longer. the host's face is unrecognizable at this point, the iris and pupil are whitened over, and the eye whites are bloodshot, in some cases, rot can spread to the eyes and make them collapse into the host's mouth.
Stage 6: bones. The bones can start to chip, break, grow longer, crack, etc. the hosts neck can grow up to 2 more feet during the elongation process.
stage 7: the mouth. The jaws have been unhinged at the point, rot has spread to the mouth and made it Imposible for the host to close it.
stage 8: death. relief. the infection process can last up to 2 months. if face starts to rot while the host has facial scars, the scar will stay on the host, but the skin around the scar will continue to rot.
currently, there is no known cure for "rot disease" also known as "alive zombie syndrome"
(Feel free to use this how you want for your ocs, the characters, etc.!)
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gunnrblze · 2 months ago
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It looks like they broke the bed 😪
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(I disappeared from this, I know 🤭)
YAY ur back 😁
This is so cute. Love the way Ajax is holding their hands LMFAO
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capt-zjaybird · 5 months ago
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badolmen · 1 year ago
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If I think about Hesh for too long I think I’ll burst into tears. This poor fucking guy. He has to sit helpless while a monster forces his little brother to shoot their dad. All he can do is scream. And when it comes time to kill that monster he barely makes it out alive, and then only thanks to his little brother. And the nightmare is over but it isn’t because the monster cannot die and takes away the only family Hesh has left. He has to sit helpless while the monster drags his little brother away. All he can do is scream.
His story ends bleeding and orphaned and alone.
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mrshesh · 1 year ago
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hi! do you have any general hcs for the cod:ghosts boys?
general headcanons - call of duty: ghost's
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overview: general headcanons of the call of duty: ghost's boys!
pairing: none!
genre: fluff, pure tomfoolery
a/n: hi anon! i'm thrilled i finally got a request for these boys. i love them so much, it's getting a bit unhealthy. you're truly the best for requesting them! i hope you love it!
x logan walker
He sucks at puzzles. He’s smart and tactical, but puzzles are on another level of difficulty for him. 
He likes doodling a lot. If he has a pen and a surface to draw on, he will sketch a small smiley or a caterpillar. It has become such a habit that he doesn’t even think about it when he does it. It got so bad that once, Keegan called him out on it mid-doodle, leaving Logan embarrassed for a week. 
He loves the ocean, but beaches annoy him. He hates sand. (I firmly believe his hate for them is from Hesh throwing sand in his face as children.)
He has a picture of him and Hesh as kids in his wallet. He feels calmer when he looks at it, getting into the habit of peeking at it when stressed. 
He’s an avid Deftones enjoyer. He loves Beware and Diamond Eyes. 
He likes caramel-scented things, but he doesn’t like the taste of it. 
He has some insane dirt on Elias, and, of course, Hesh knows all of it. 
For some odd reason, he’s phenomenal at parallel parking. 
x david "hesh" walker
He loves movies. He can watch any genre! Horror? Great! Action? Love. Romance? Cute! Comedy? Perfect! He loves it all. Shows, however? Nope. 
He takes pride in his nails being clipped and filed at all times. He was a nailbiter in his teens, so he cares about his nails more than he should today. 
He can’t cook to save his life. 
Eminem is his go-to artist. He loves and respects many artists, but Eminem will always be at the top of his list. He loves Stan. 
He’s respectful in general.
He’s extremely secure and confident, yet he’s still pretty nervous when he talks to girls. 
He loves long car rides. Driving around in his car while listening to his favorite songs brings out a unique joy in him. 
He, unlike Logan, loves beaches! (He wasn’t the one who got sand thrown on him, so he’s thriving.) 
He hates coriander. 
x elias "scarecrow" walker
Unlike his son, Elias is great at puzzles! He’s disappointed Logan didn’t inherit that quality. He mourns it every day. 
He loves pickles. (Same.)
He manipulated himself into liking beer many years ago. 
People call him DILF all the time. It has happened too many times to count. He finds it funny, while Hesh and Logan are horrified every time. 
He doesn’t know how to put on chapstick. He puts it between his lips and swipes it back and forth, not on his lips. 
He got so much action when he was a teenager/young adult. He tells Logan and Hesh to “live a little” so they can experience that life, too. 
He doesn’t listen to music often, but when he does, he listens to either Korn or Chris Isaak. 
He adores Riley, sometimes stealing him from Hesh without warning. 
x keegan russ
He secretly enjoys ASMR. It helps him unwind and de-stress, but not sleep, surprisingly.
He’s excellent at the game Mafia. 
He has made way too many people giggle excitedly because of his voice. He finds it amusing but disturbing at the same time. He knows it’s attractive, but that many people? He has even made Elias giggle like a schoolgirl because of his vocal folds. 
Keegan strikes me as a Slipknot fan. He finds Killpop and Vermillion to be sexy. 
He loves grocery shopping. 
He talks to himself a lot. He’s antisocial and quiet around others, but when Keegan’s alone, he keeps having full-on conversations with himself. Merrick caught him doing it once - he never brought it up again. 
He enjoys lasagna a bit too much. 
He had a motorcycle phase as a young adult. It got so bad he learned how to do a wheelie on them, but his love for them has died down in the many years he’s been alive. 
He thinks wine is gross. 
x thomas merrick
He cannot stand bananas. Everything about them makes him gag. 
He gets such a rise out of being a bitch. He’s already annoying by default but strives to be even more insufferable for the fuck of it.
He, Alex, and Keegan smoke while being sentimental together at least once a month. (It’s always with Keegan and Alex - Elias, David, and Logan get left out.) 
He listens to underground metal like Sold Soul, and he thinks it makes him superior to everyone else. (And he gatekeeps it.)
He’s immune to pretty much all physical pain except for waxing. It’s enough to make him cry. 
He loved trains as a child.
His comfort song is Toxicity by System Of A Down. 
His appetite is insane. This man can eat a horse and still be hungry by the end of it. 
His calves are huge for some reason. 
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luboy7rt · 2 months ago
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Trios You Would be in Within COD Ghosts Headcanons - (GN Teammate!Reader)
Note: These are Headcanons of what trios including you would be like.
(Feel free to drop your own ideas in the comments/reblogs, No pressure though!
(Includes: Elias Walker & Gabriel T. Rorke, Logan Walker & David ‘Hesh’ Walker, Keegan P. Russ & Alex V. ‘Ajax’ Johnson, Thomas A. Merrick & Keegan P. Russ and Kick & Neptune.
Elias Walker & Gabriel T. Rorke
(Pre-Federation) 
- In the past before Rorke was brainwashed, Elias, Rorke and you would indeed have been a trio. What happens in this trio? Chaos. Pure chaos, Rorke Is a stern leader, who keeps smugly bringing you and Elias into everything he does. You don't have much choice in the matter even if Rorke gives you a ‘choice’, you and Elias are going along for the ride.
- You three would be on missions together always, even if Merrick, Ajax or the others were There? You three always ended up grouping up together, sometimes separated from the group but you all always just.. pop up at the end of the missions.
- There is some funny moments involved with being in a trio with those two, like Rorke just says.. the most cursed shit (no warning involved, could just be random by just glancing at something and blurting out whatever he suddenly thought confidently with no regret no matter how cursed), Elias just looks unamused by it all and you are there either making it worse or better.
- Elias does look up to Rorke, you probably do too If you also follow his command. Rorke tries his best to be a good leader, he's confident in his skills and does try to keep his teammates, Elias and you safe.
- During battles, even if you don't need help or to be watched over by Elias or Rorke. They end up watching over you, and each other. You three always have eachothers back, but the two can end up being aggressively overbearing over the years. Such as: 
“Are you fuckin’ alive?” - Rorke would groan out over the comms everytime he loses sight of you.
“I don't know, – might be? Probably. They'll pop up sooner or later” - Elias would be quick to attempt to reassure Rorke that you were probably fine.
“Fuckin’ great. Might my ass. Get your ass over here..! The fuck you doing all the way over there!?” - Rorke when he spots you from afar, giving you a firm middle finger, wags it about so you could see it. (He won't care if he also gets enemy soldiers attention with that move either)
That's basically how conversations go, constantly. On field and off field. 
- Bar buddies, even if you don't drink. That's alright, but just enjoying each other's company. The other two are drinking but slowly. Elias drinks slower while Rorke would start slow but end up drinking faster and more throughout the night. (The walk back to base? takes hours of pure military stupidity. No common sense, just stumbling between each other giggling like children) 
(After the Federation)
- Things were never the same between you three, Elias and you drifted apart a bit, Rorke... of course wasn't himself. He hated you both but also had a deep obsession. Rorke makes snarky comments whenever he does see Elias and you, making sure you both know how you ‘betrayed’ him. Elias could never end up killing Rorke, that is his weakness, his regrets… and You? You have to watch it all.
Logan Walker & David ‘Hesh’ Walker:
- Being in a trio with these two is rough, Hesh is the leader, anything Hesh says Logan does and you follow. It's basically a big game of ‘we are doin’ this guys’
‘Sure.’ and nods in response. No questions asked.
- Play fights are a thing, off field only though. Where it's usually Hesh teasing or attempting to pick on Logan, like pushing his head down or elbowing him. Making Logan stumble into you, then you tripping over Riley and it just turns into a hectic ‘sparring’ match between you four. These are the moments Hesh enjoys most, just laughing and grinning with the people he is close with.
- You would definitely take a few road trips whenever there are no missions, it's a chaotic mess, the car volume blasting out songs, the windows rolled down all the way, snacks half open or half eaten. Riley in the back trying to ‘fight’ the wind to keep his face out the window but Hesh is driving a bit too fast so it just looks like the wind is assaulting Riley's face and making the dog do the weirdest faces. Logan gets some photos from sticking his phone out the window. 80% chance he drops his phone and you all have to take a U-turn to go get it back.
- Logan would gently bonk Your head whenever he walks by, because Hesh does the same thing to him. Even if you look un-amused, he just does it a bit harder to push your head down. Even if you start doing it back to him, it becomes a ‘battle’ of wills between you three, who could give the most head pats/head shoves. It's the way they show affection. If you don’t end up liking this habit? He just awkwardly hovers his hand over your head, like he really wants to do it, but also respects you enough to fight himself and not impulsively smack your head,
- Clothes go missing or get stolen all the time between you three, a hat? Shirts? Jackets, gloves? Any type of gear? Whatever is yours is also theirs and whatever is theirs is also yours. finding Riley flopped on top of a pile of missing belongings is the norm as Riley ensures to steal anything he could get his paws on too.
- You would get used to the way Logan and Hesh can communicate with looks, at first you would be like what the actual fuck? But over time you start understanding and using it too. The side-eyes, twitches of an eyebrow, when they bite the inside of their mouth. There are all ways to get the point across, sometimes Logan just blank stares whenever he thinks someone has said something completely stupid, like he will slowly turn to face you and just blank. Nothing across his face except a small eye glance toward the person before staring back at you and he knows you know what he's already thinking. It takes all willpower for Hesh and you to not full-blown cackle. 
Keegan P. Russ & Alex V. ‘Ajax’ Johnson
- Keegan ‘can't’ drive, Ajax can (Safer Option). But somehow, Keegan always ends up driving, you end up in the backseat and Ajax holding onto the car handle for dear life in the passenger seat. Ajax always, doesn't matter how many times he has been in the car with Keegan, glances back at you with a look that says are we seriously letting Keegan drive? Yes. You three end up surviving, Keegan can drive but it is also hell depending on the time of day and the mission. Keegan is relaxing when you and Ajax are having the adrenaline rush of your lives. 
You can't even suggest someone else drive as Keegan puts his attention on you instead of the road. Looking at you offended while Ajax grabs the wheel because Keegan is too busy giving you a nasty look with a raised eyebrow. Are you really suggesting he can't drive? He can drive, you want him not to drive? He's hands are off the wheel. But he laughs and puts them back when Ajax smacks him for that and he will go back to driving. No one brings up Keegan’s driving skills after that as Keegan… Doesn't seem to care how dangerous it is when he ‘stops’ driving suddenly. (But he does do his best to keep you all safe, even if he drives crazily he still knows what he is doing despite scaring you and Ajax)
- Have you ever seen two grown men (+ you) cuddle? Now you have. Ajax, you and Keegan probably have known each other for a long time, it started with Ajax and Keegan just sharing a bed. Keegan taking the cold side alone, Ajax not minding where he sleeps but it started off like this, You somehow joined at the right time and now it’s just the norm to sleep in the same bed. Even if it's not always cuddling (Keegan likes his personal space, Ajax wouldn’t mind though as long as you're not being overbearing). Keegan’s leg always sneaks over the two of you during the night anyway, like he's trying to ensure you're still there with him. This tactical sleeping habit ensures no enemy will suddenly take you three out (That’s what Keegan says anyway. You three end up referring to this as tactical sleeping habit in front of others, and never once do you all admit to what this actually means.) (Everyone else just assumes you three just never let your guards down and actually have tactical sleeping habits to ensure your safety, but nah its just the homies sharing a bed)
- Keegan randomly shit-talks people, just randomly shows up between you and Ajax he would be quiet for a moment, a pause of a moment to wait for either of you to notice him. When neither of you two notice him, he just starts talking about some stupid shit he saw a rookie do. Ajax usually listens along and maybe does encourage Keegan to keep going, because when Keegan starts complaining, he usually comes up with unique and hilarious insults that Ajax loves to hear. You are usually dragged right in between them because they also want to hear what you think and if you would also join the shit-talking.
- Pats. Pats are a big thing between Ajax, Keegan and you. Ajax walks past you or Keegan, you'll be on the receiving end of a back pat from him to just silently let you know he is there. Keegan would nudge the butt of his weapon against your upper back as he walks past or his knuckles brushing your lower back. Its juet small touches like these that you three would exchange often.
- They also head to the bar often, if you don't drink that's alright with them, you can be their ride home because they get absolutely hammered. It starts off easy, then Ajax makes a bet that he could do more shots than Keegan, then it gets competitive then you're hauling both their asses back to base at the end of the night.
- Ajax used to drag Keegan home for the holidays, knowing Keegan didn’t have a place for himself. He ended up seeing you at base one year before they left and dragged you along. You and Keegan end up meeting Ajax’s family and are invited every year until… Ajax dies. Sometimes after his death, Keegan and you would still visit to pay your respects and care for Ajax’s family despite the fact Keegan always turns down invitations to join the family get-to-together, he feels like it wouldn't be right to join when he 'let' Ajax die in his arms. (:Sorry)
Thomas A. Merrick & Keegan P. Russ
- Honestly? It's Merrick who is the most protective in this trio, he doesn't stand by someone trying to start shit with you or Keegan, he will just put his own body in front of yours or Keegans if he thinks you are in some sort of danger/trouble. 
- Keegan is a silent protector, he has yours and Merrick's back, always. No issues for him, he simply always ensures that you're both cared for under his watchful eye.
- Merrick always calls for you or Keegan to do tasks, he knows the other Ghosts could do it, but he relies on you both the most because he just knows he could always trust your judgment/calls. It's his first instinct to call for either Keegan or you.
- Merrick does take Keegan with him on holidays (Especially after Ajax's death). (Whoever said Merrick is definitely a widower I agree so much. I'm sorry I can't remember/find where I first saw the Headcanon). But yes, Merrick usually brings Keegan with him, and he would invite you along as well. Usually takes you both out for breakfast, or a small trip just the three of you. Merrick refuses to let you or Keegan pay for a thing, he just waves a hand at you and shrugs you off if you even attempt to while he pulls out his wallet.
- Picnics. Definitely between the three of you, just taking a moment to yourselves away from the constant chaos that is your lives. It usually just happens in silence, after a few hours. You would be laid in the grass together watching the sun set, then stargaze. During these rare moments of silence, it’s just you three. A rare moment of happiness just you three share, while Merrick calls out whatever constellations he could spot. Even moves his hand infront of your eyes to lead your eyes to also seeing it. Keegan ends up pointing out a few he knows from the last time you guys did this, making sure to remember whatever Merrick points out. 
Kick & Neptune
- Kick is the chaotic one in the trio, Neptune the blunt no bullshit guy and you? Are you along for a chaotic ride with these two?
- They will also judge others together. If you are not around they wait for you just to spill any dirt (they find alot of things on people that they shouldn’t know) they dug up on a poor soul.
- They definitely have some intel/technology talks. (Even if you can or cannot fathom what they are talking about). They don't mind to much, well Kick would try and explain it (if you can't understand still he tries again.. and Again.. and again) Neptune would just sip his coffee in the background listening, doesn't even offer his input even if he could help You understand.
- I can't think of anything of these two as they aren't very known but I just wanted to let you all know that I wanted to add them anyway.
(Might add more to this, might not. Thanks for reading)
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halcyone-of-the-sea · 1 year ago
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5k is so deserved! I constantly go back and reread your works and am always looking forward to what’s next ❤️❤️❤️
I’ve been having thoughts about a Hesh x femreader reunion request thats similar to your latest Keegan piece. Except reader was childhood friends with the Walker boys, but despite there being feelings between Hesh and reader they’re scared of confessing because of their friendship. they get separated when Odin happens, and both join the military and reunite during a joint Op with the Ghosts and readers team, and even after 10 years their feelings resurface and finally get together.
Can’t wait to see what you’ll write for all the requests!!
—To The Boy of My Childhood
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╰┈➤ ❝ [Ten years came and went fast, but the memory of the Walker boys stayed. One more than the other. You never got to tell him you loved him.] ❞
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You remembered his kindness, above all. His big, pure, heart. Hesh wasn’t just someone you grew to know and then threw out like a pair of old socks, no, he was too good for that—a mix of playful boyishness and the makes of a fine man. You wished you could have told him how much he meant to you before it all just fell apart. 
Growing up near the Walker boys was a treat and a curse, not for yourselves, but for the adults—no one got in the way of you three. Late nights in the backyard, laughter keeping everyone up into the small hours. The fights and the near-instantaneous make-ups. 
The older years of deep-rooted attraction to the green-eyed boy of your youth.
David Hesh Walker had been everything you had ever wanted, and even when the ground shook and the word split, you still couldn’t tell him how you felt. But fate had plans for the two of you—it was only a matter of time. 
Ten years, to be exact.
You jump down from the helo, your knees taking the brunt of the weight from your gear as your team follows. Fort Santa Monica was a bustling stronghold right on the door of Federation occupation—enemies stalking like animals beyond the wall for a glimpse of weakness. The men and women here were anything but.
“On me!” You call out behind you, and the resounding rush of booted feet follows as you all move out along the helicopter pad swiftly. The unit you were assigned was given a simple task—assist the commanding Captain here and his men with wall defense to reduce the amount of casualties. 
Over the ten years of war, you’d honed yourself into something akin to a walking weapon. Found deliriously surviving in the remnants of the USA, your rage and anger gave you the skills you needed to still be alive when the soldiers found you; brought you back to civilization. It hadn’t taken much for you to sign up after that, thinking Hesh and his brother were dead. 
Hesh. God, you had loved him so much that the feeling hadn’t dimmed in the slightest even now. Being so close to home once more made you feel…strange. 
“Lieutenant!” One of the soldiers comes up to greet you all, shouting above the whir of blades—he was an older man with a shaved head and a large beard. “Welcome to Santa Monica!”
“Good to be here!” You call, a rifle hanging heavy on your chest. “Where do you need us, Sir?”
“Fall in, I’m bringin’ you to Scarecrow!” So you follow, leaving the sandy beach of the port and heading into the dense streets. There were civilians in this Fort, you knew, just beyond the checkpoint of fences. You have to wonder how they felt about this—trapped in a rat cage with the water and the war clamping to them tightly. 
“Heard your unit was well-known.” You’d learned the man’s name was Thomas Merrick—a Captain here. You blink at him, head tilting. “Scarecrow was eager to get you here, can’t say why.” 
“I was told you needed support at the wall, Captain,” you explain, brows furrowing. “Were my superiors mistaken?”
Merrick's brown eyes stare at you as you walk beside him, your men all speaking to one another from behind. 
“No,” is all you’re told. 
This ‘Scarecrow’ was known as only that, and your lips thin at the comment leveled at you. Strange. 
Your other men are shown their barracks, and you send them off to get rid of their packs and belongings while you continue on with Merrick to the control room—eager to meet this Captain and get real answers. 
When you get there, the second you push open the door and Merrick takes his leave, you’re greeted by one of the old faces that you could recognize anywhere. 
You freeze just three feet into the room, locking eyes with this mythical ‘Scarecrow’ but it wasn’t some great war strategist, at least, not as you know him.
“Mr. Walker?” You pause, blinking in confusion. Elias Walker—Hesh and Logan’s dad. Your heart constricts in your chest. 
He looks at you, a small smile on his stern face as his arms crossed, nodding his head. 
“Thought I recognized that name in my request for transfers.” 
“Holy shit,” you breathe, a grin breaking out over your face for the first time in ages. Part of you wanted to race and hug him—bathe in the comfort that his rare soft looks would bring you when you were younger…but you weren’t that kid anymore. Being alive was enough, and with the things you’d seen, it meant far more than anything else. Elias seemed to share that sentiment, as he walked over and put a hand on your shoulder, squeezing it. 
“How did…how are…” Your head shakes quickly, memories flooding back along with the pain. But there, in your chest, a flicker of hope—something more blooming back to life. “Logan?” Your voice is tiny, pleading as you pause, gazing into Elias’s eyes. “...Hesh?”
“I already called ‘em back in. They’ll be here soon.” He gives you a proud nod. “I’m glad you’re still here, Sweetheart.” 
You laugh, smile wobbling. 
Alive. Hesh was alive. 
Every wall you’d built falls the second boyish laughter echoes out from the halls. You turn, hearing feet move down the floor, closer and closer as your body stills like a statue. 
Alive. 
When a shoulder pushes open the door, you stop breathing as a far older David enters the room, Logan, as always, not far behind. 
He’s mature now, with a beanie over his short brown hair and the presence of a grown man holding down responsibilities—he was smirking back and his brother, saying in a voice that haunts your dreams, “Think we should tell him what Riley found today, Logan?” 
The younger brother stops short, locks eyes with you, and his body goes as tight as a fishing line. 
Hesh’s brows furrow. “Logan?” He turns to you and those green eyes go confused for a moment, lips going thin. It’s a flash of recognition that re-ignites them—a flicker of something long past before they snap wide with fierce realization.
Blinking quickly, the man watches you, hands at his sides jerking forward by a millimeter as if to grab for you at even a single glance. No one speaks for a long, long time, and maybe you don’t want them to. Hesh and you are locked in a look of pure pain and elation—a dance of life and death. 
There aren’t any words for it beyond the sudden mad scramble for the other’s hold. 
You collide in a sharp breath and a hand to the back of your head—keeping you to him as you both grasp for purchase; for a glimpse of your childhood back.
“Jesus Christ,” Hesh breathes, anchoring you to him as his chest sputters. “Oh my fucking God.”
“Hesh,” you whimper through a sobbing laugh. “You son of a bitch, I should throttle you.”
He scoffs wetly into your ear, hands quivering and voice cracking. 
“Me? If I remember, Doll, you were the one to take that tumble down the hill—I…I tried to find you, y’know that? I swear, I didn’t want to leave but I—”
You pull back and slam your lips to his. 
It was far better than an ‘I love you’ when he melted and grappled you closer.
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snurtsnurtcreations · 19 days ago
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Hey real quick have some unedited Thoughts before bed
Imagine going on a road trip with David Hesh Walker...
Imagine him blasting music and you both shouting the lyrics together at the tops of your lungs. And the first few are classics/oldies, you know, stuff like Livin’ on a Prayer and Stayin’ Alive and Mr. Blue Sky and the like, and then a couple pop songs go by.. and then a Laufey song starts playing, just some cutesy sappy love song (because he’s a loverboy at heart lets be real here) and he starts fumbling a little, reaching for the console all ‘haha how’d that get into the playlist? so weird lol’ and you laugh a little and bat away his hand and happily sing along and he relaxes bit by bit and towards the end of the song quietly joins in
Imagine him sharing in your excitement when you point out the cool cow or tree or house that caught your attention
Imagine him pointing out a car he thinks is pretty and you getting into a playful argument over what constitutes for a pretty car or not
Imagine stopping at a gas station and he leans into the window to chat with you as the car’s filling up, and when he’s done and you suggest getting snacks he agrees, but just as you reach to open your door, you can hear the laughter in his voice as he tells you to wait, wait!, and then he’s running around to your side of the car and pulling your door open with a bow and a sweep of his arm and a twinkle in his eye and you thank him serenely all “oh thank you good sir” but then you decide to mock him a little too by handing him a penny you find on the ground and saying “here’s your tip, taxi-boy” and he gasps in mock offense and chases after you (he finagles out a proper tip from you later: a good ol smooch)
Imagine he pulls the windows down and turns the music up to the max, and the wind is roaring in your ears and messing up your hair and the both of you are laughing up a storm
Imagine the gps giving confusing directions and he ends up taking a wrong turn, and he complains at the gps as it reorients itself and keeps monotonely telling him to make a u-turn. Imagine him getting frazzled trying to figure out the right way to go, cursing at the gps, and then imagine the tension seeping out of him as you tell him “aw well, we’ll just take the scenic route, huh?” and mute the gps and give him the directions yourself, referring to the map
Imagine the loving glances he keeps darting your way, watching as you stick your hand out the window and play with the wind and absentmindedly mumble the lyrics you only half-know to whatever song is quietly droning on in the background
Imagine him holding your hand and pressing a kiss to the back of your hand, fingers intertwined, all while being dutifully focused on the road
Imagine it starts raining not-so-unexpectedly (you both saw the clouds but you’d been so certain that they won’t start raining), a heavy smattering of droplets hitting the windshield and dropping in through your open windows and you squeal and the both of you hurry to pull the windows up and he laughingly tells you ‘I told you so’ and you shrug sheepishly
Imagine him slamming on the brakes as a deer darts out in front of the car and he curses in surprise and his arm had shot out to keep you in place at the sudden stop and you both are as wide-eyed as the deer, hearts racing. Imagine letting out all the air in your lungs as the deer moves on and then the disbelieving laughter as a couple more deer follow the other one. Imagine David slowly gets the car back up to speed, now being more careful with his surroundings, but keeping a hand settled on your thigh just as reassurance that you’re there and safe and nothing happened
Imagine oohing and ahhing at the sunset together and him slowing down a little to let you get that perfect shot of the sky in between the break in the treeline
Imagine he’s telling a silly story as you’re almost at your destination and you giggle-snort and he feels such a sudden surge of pure love for you, he stares at you with the softest gaze, your hair still messy and wind-swept from earlier, the street lights bathing you in a soft light....
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pear1escence · 4 months ago
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Flower in fall
David ‘Hesh’ Walker x Fem!Reader - 18+
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Angst - Smut Now….I’m not proof reading this so if there are typos and inconsistencies I apologise but I’m not straining my brain any more for today bleh
You’ve always been someone more engaged in your thoughts than whatever goes on around you. On some days, the days pass by in a blur of nothing while you’re stuck twisting the same events over in your mind. What you could’ve done differently. Where you could have been right now.
Maybe if you hadn’t spontaneously walked into that bar on that particular night, you’d never have met him. Maybe you wouldn’t be so heartsick right now, so unsure of what to do. You think about how entirely devastated you felt by that hospital bed where the man you loved lay, unconscious, frail, his sun-kissed skin uncharacteristically pale. You sniff out the memory before it breaks you further.
There’s the buzzing of your phone on the coffee table as it lights up. You ignore it, as you’ve ignored it every other time someone’s called these past couple hours. You can’t talk to David right now. There’s a heaviness that sits deep in your guts that won’t let you. Scared of the inevitable heartbreak a relationship with him brings, the fear that ripples through you whenever he leaves, of the possibility you might never see him alive again. It wasn’t something you’d taken seriously, truly considered, not before Elias had called you on that god-forsaken, unassuming evening, his voice uncharacteristically shaky as he’d informed you of the critical state of his oldest son.
You hate yourself for it, how you’re causing him pain when you could easily avoid to. But you don’t pick up the phone, and a couple more minutes pass before it stills again.
Your spine is curled up by the headboard of the bed you share. The blinds stop the sunlight from trickling in, allows you to escape into what feels like a different dimension, secluded and completely isolated from the rest of the world.
You jolt at the sound of floorboards creaking under heavy footsteps, the sound of your name echoing through the walls, alerting you of David’s presence. There’s a knock on the door before it opens and he steps in. You hide your face like a child, unable to face him, your head buried in between your knees as your arms wrap around them tighter.
David calls your name, louder when you don’t respond. He sighs and steps closer, sitting on the corner of the bed, and you shift your face to the side. He looks tired. Sad. The corners of his mouth pulled into a near pout, and you’re not sure what he’s thinking right now. “I called.”
You stare back at him, sitting up straighter and covering your mouth with the hems of your shirt. “Why didn’t you answer?” He doesn’t even sound angry, just confused, there’s a devastation in his voice that kills you. There’s a gap of silence, several minutes passing before you answer. “I don’t know. I’m sorry.” You croak, your nose stinging.
“You can’t just…ignore me like this, as if I don’t exist, as if I don’t mean anything to you?” He frowns, standing up, crossing his arms and looking at you expectantly. Waiting for an answer you won’t give. He shakes his head, making his way into the bathroom, his shoulders slumped in defeat.
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The sounds of bedsheets rustling and the bed frame creaking wakes you, but the comforting hug of David’s arms wrapping around you doesn’t come. You sneak a glance over your shoulder at the man lying on the other side of the bed, his arm bent at the elbow, a hand placed under his head as he stares up at the ceiling.
His torso is bare, the scar on his stomach in display. The bullet that pierced through his flesh, lodged itself so deep it almost claimed his life.
You squeeze your eyes shut, trying to even out your breathing, calm the storming beats of your heart. “David,” you whisper, shuffling a little closer to him. His gaze falls on you, and you continue. Explain how scared you’ve felt for him, ever since his accident. How scared you are of it happening again, only he might not survive. How scared you are of losing him.
Your cheeks are wet with tears once you’ve aired everything out. You choke on your silent sobs when the familiar warmth of his envelops you as David takes you into his arms, sitting up with his back against the headboard. His hand finds the back of your head, guiding you into the crook of his neck, stroking your hair as his chin rests on your head. You cling onto him as if he could disappear from your hands at any moment, he wraps a burly arm around your back, the two of you coming together like pieces of a puzzle.
You stay like that for a while, neither of you uttering a single word.
You take a final, deep breath before shifting your face to the side, supported on his shoulder. He’s crying, you notice. Pretty green eyes shining with tears that spill over. He doesn’t make any efforts to hide it, lets you take his face into your hands, press kisses onto his skin and wipe the tears away with your thumbs. “I love you.” He whispers, “And I won’t leave you. We’re okay.” It’s a promise you can’t doubt, for your own sake and for his. His hand weaves itself into your hair, pushes your lips against his.
“Love you too,” you murmur against him, kissing him gently, your tongue moving against his, licking into his mouth. It sparks up a desire for him, your hips grinding down involuntarily, in need of relief from the storm of sadness that’s been building up for days now.
He groans into your mouth, his hands meeting your hips, creeping underneath your shirt up to your bare breasts, kneading the sensitive flesh and pinching a nipple between his thumb and pointer before he pulls the shirt over your head, leaving you bare except for a pair of plain cotton panties.
His hands return to your hips as he leans back against the headboard, his hands kneading at the plump skin of your ass, taking in the view of your naked body. “Never get enough of seeing you like this.” he places a kiss on the sensitive skin of your neck, taking in the comforting scent of your skin.
“David,” you whine, raking your nails through the hairy expanse of his chest, all the way down to his flannel pjs, “please?” He hums, his fingers finding their way into your panties and tracing your achingly wet slit, spreading your arousal all over your cunt. “This what you needed, baby?” He hums, nipping at your neck. Two thick fingers push into your poor, aching pussy, gently curling up against a spot that makes you whine, grind down against his fingers for more.
Your hand finds the bulge of his cock, palming him through his pants, his hand faltering in movement for a second as he groans, his brows knotting together, a look of desperation in his eyes that mirrors your own. You find the hem of his pants, tugging them down along with his boxers to access what you needed. His breath hitches, eyes meeting your own through his lashes, as your fingers skim along the length of his cock, wrapping around his tip and pressing around him softly.
He moves with you, his thumb finding your clit and drawing lazy circles as you stroke his cock in slow, languid motions. It’s a gentle pleasure, intimate like the loving revelations you whisper to each other, warm like the crook of his neck you bite into to stifle the whimpers of pleasure that spill out of your mouth, ones he thankfully makes no effort to conceal.
“I needa feel you, pretty girl,” he whispers, placing kisses that follow your cheekbone till he’s connecting them with your lips, his tongue moulding with yours when you obediently open your mouth. His fingers slip out of you to dig into your hips, push you closer to him, your arousal coating his cock as he runs his shaft between your lips, his hot breath on your mouth.
“Look at me, baby,” he groans, a desperate, yearning sound as he pushes into you, the thickness of his cock sending a tinge of pain through you as he stretches out the poor walls of your cunt. His arm wraps around your waist, keeping you close to him as your eyes meet his, “there’s my girl.” He hums, nipping at your lower lip before he gives you another kiss.
You curse at the delicious feeling of being stuffed full of his cock, his tip rubbing against a spot that sends sparks of pleasure through your thighs as you grind down on his thighs slowly. He’s got you wrapped tightly against him, his heavy breaths hot in your neck, craned to the side as you rest your head on his shoulder. You’re content to let your pleasure built up slowly, the slow circles of your hips pulling pretty groans out of him. His groin is hot, sticky with the pool of your joint arousal, and you’d be overwhelmed if you didn’t have his arms around you, grounding you to the moment.
It’s a feeling similar to the good weed highs, an overdrive of hot, sticky love, dizzying, your emotions heightened, completely focused on him. The slow lift of his hips, that needy look in his eyes. You’re still in awe of him sometimes, in awe of this bear of a man you’re wrapped up with, who feels so deeply, loves so sweet. “I love you.” You mutter into his skin, for the hundredth time.
He hums, a breathy chuckle leaving those pretty, pinkish lips. “Love you too.” His arms loosen around you, hands squeezing at your thighs, lifting you up on his cock and lowering you again with ease. The warmth at your core feels like pure, molten pleasure, and his heavy groans turn pathetic with desperation, pouring into you as his lips lock with yours again. You lift yourself up on your knees, just barely hovering over him but allowing him to fuck into you, your nails digging into his shoulders as he pistons into you. There’s something nearly animalistic in the way he’s practically rutting into you, chasing his release, the heat in your core pouring down your thighs in shocks of pleasure as your orgasm washes over you in mind-numbing waves.
Through the rush of your heartbeat, pounding through your eardrums with the aftershocks of your orgasm, you barely register the groans that spill out of him, the squeeze of his arms around you as he clamps you down onto him one final time, his cock buried deep inside of you as his seed spills into your aching pussy. The slow grind of his hips, his heavy breaths, continuous whispers of ‘I love you’ into the skin of your neck.
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The aftermath of sex with Hesh you always look forward to. The damp towel between your legs as he cleans you up so that you can sleep comfortably, an ice-cold glass of water, the stroke of his hand on your hair, lulling you to sleep as you get to lie there lazily, knowing that even in this chaotic mess of a world you’ll always feel at home in his loving arms.
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stargazing-sapphire2 · 1 month ago
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Legacy - 1/?
Summary: With the disappearance of Logan and with Rorke still out there, the Ghosts soon find themselves back at war with the Federation. Amidst the chaos and death, Beth and Hesh will soon find their relationship put into question when an unexpected surprise finds its way into their lives...and whether or not they will live to see the end of this conflict.
[A Post Call of Duty: Ghosts fanfiction; David "Hesh" Walker/OC]
TRIGGER WARNING(s): Canon-Typical Violence, spoilers for the Ghosts campaign, Unplanned Pregnancy, Alcoholism/Drug use, Psychological Torture/Brainwashing, Rorke is a whole ass trigger warning, PTSD *more to be added for future chapters*
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“So…is this it?”
Hesh lifted his head as he heard her speak. He glanced over at her curiously, noting the frown on her face.
“About what?” He questioned.
Beth shrugged, reaching over to push back her bangs from her face.
“You’re going after Rorke.”
“Yeah?”
Beth went silent, as if contemplating her next words. Hesh watched her passively, but some part of him knew deep down he was not going to like what she said.
It was the way she is, after all.
“I could go with you,” she offered softly.
Hesh immediately sat up with a start, and she mimicked the gesture.
“No,” he said, a little too quickly for his liking.
Beth frowned, sitting up next to him.
“Why not?” She demanded.
He hesitated.
How so badly he wanted to tell her…
“This is mine and Logan’s fight,” he replied.
Her eyes flared.
“It’s my fight too!” She snapped. “You’re not the only one who has a stake in this!”
Hesh’s hands grabbed at her shoulders, and Beth froze, eyes widening as she stared at him.
“I can’t..” His voice was shaky, breathless. “I can’t lose you. Please, don’t make go through that…”
Beth stared at him, her eyes softening monetarily as he said this. The pair sat in silence, waiting for the other to speak first.
Finally, Beth exhaled, reaching over to grip at one of his wrists as he slowly released her.
“It won’t come to that,” she murmured, squeezing it lightly as if to reassure him, or herself.
Perhaps to reassure both of them.
Hesh gripped both her hands now, his green eyes staring into her blue ones.
“Don’t make me go through that…” He repeated, voice wobbling as he looked her in the face. “Please…
“You won’t lose me,” she told him, leaning in closer and--
~*~
Hesh opened his eyes.
The first sight he was greeted to was the black canopy of a tent, and a dull, aching throb in his abdomen. Breathing heavily, he slowly sat up, flinching as his hand instinctively went to his torso as pain shot through it.
Where…?
A startled gasp came from a few feet away, and he turned his head, locking eyes with the source.
“Eva..?” He spoke, wincing at rough his voice sounded, and his throat felt like sandpaper.
“You’re awake,” Eva replied, sighing in relief. She set the clipboard that she was holding down, and made her way over to him, checking over his vitals and the wound in his abdomen, which was currently wrapped up. “How do you feel?”
“Awful,” Hesh admitted as she pulled away. Before he could ask for water, she departed from the tent, most likely going to inform someone he was still alive.
He was left alone with his thoughts, and everything came rushing back to him.
Rorke’s boot smashing into his jaw and knocking him back; his own screams echoing in his head, and laying there, helpless and useless, as Logan was stolen away from him.
All because he did nothing
He did nothing.
What kind of brother am I?
The tent flaps opened, and Hesh lifted his head to glance at the intrusion, his eyes meeting the sharp emerald gaze of Henry Ashford.
After the death of Elias, the other Captain had been named his successor, and as of now, remained the current acting commander of the Ghosts. Despite having grown up with the other man as another authority figure in his life, Hesh had seldom ever seen the man in person ever since he enlisted; having only ever spoke to him on the comms when they were out in the field.
To see him in person now meant it was important.
The Ashford patriarch looked tired, his eyes bloodshot and his hair slightly disheveled and a five o’clock shadow on his face. However, he offered a wry smile to the younger man.
“It’s good to see you alive, son,” he said. Hesh sat up, wincing as pain ripped through his abdomen, but he did his best to ignore it.
“Sir-“
“We’ll be moving out as soon as you’re recuperated,” Henry said, cutting off whatever Hesh was going t say. “We put a dent in the Federation’s forces, but—”
“Henry-“ Hesh tried to get out, frustration bubbling inside him.
“-With Santa Monica destroyed, we’ll need to find another base of operations. I’ll be getting our guys from DC on the line soon and—” Henry continued to drone on.
“Henry, where’s Logan?”
Henry paused his yapping, immediately focusing his attention on Hesh.
“Lieutenant?” The older man questioned.
“Where’s my brother?” Hesh repeated. “Where’s Logan?”
Despite his earlier thoughts, Hesh clung to the hope that maybe, just maybe, they managed to catch up to Rorke, and managed to rescue Logan.
Maybe he was nearby, maybe he was outside the tent right now, waiting to be called in.
His heart sank when Henry remained silent.
“Henry, please,” Hesh begged, desperation bubbling inside him. “Where’s Logan?”
Henry closed his eyes, inhaling and exhaling as if contemplating what to say next. Finally, he opened them again, looking Hesh dead in the face.
“He’s gone.”
His heart shattered.
‘What do you mean…” Hesh stammered, trying to keep his voice steady. “That can’t…he has to be—”
“He’s gone, David,” Henry repeated, a little more sternly this time. “Wherever Rorke took him, he was long gone by the time we got to you.”
Hesh stared at him in disbelief, and Henry shook his head, glancing away from the younger man.
“I’m sorry…” He continued. “But I can’t afford to squander anymore resources looking for one man on a wild goose chase, nor is it a top priority. I’m sorry, David, but Logan is gone.”
He’s gone.
The words repeated in his mind over and over, like a broken record.
Anger, sadness and despair all welled within him, cracking at the wall he tried to hold up; damned if he would weep in front of his commanding officer.
Henry watched him passively, although there was a glean of sympathy in the green of his eyes.
“Take all the time you need alone, son…” He said in a low voice after a heavy pause. “Just shout if you need any assistance.”
He seen exited the tent, and Hesh was alone again.
Bringing his knees up to his chest, Hesh buried his face in them, his body shaking as heaving sobs began to tear their way out of him.
I’m sorry, Logan, he thought sorrowfully. Mom, Dad…I’m so sorry…
He let them down.
He had failed all of them.
What do I do now?
The dam broke, and the tears finally fell.
And he began to weep.
“I’m sorry…” He cried.
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mie-png · 2 months ago
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Biker walker brothers<3
So.. i hopped on Pinterest and got slapped with these pictures, so i hope its relatable lolol
Logan walker
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Dirtbike mf lolol - this was times when he got his first bike as a teenager and why not sneak in the bike inside the house? Definitely didn't get a scolding from elias due to the dirt track it leaves from the tyrez on the white tiles lmaoooo anyway, the second picture, that's how hesh planned to gift logan a new dirtbike during Christmas because apparently logan managed to snap the bike in half due to that mf playing jumps with the bike ina forest but it slip off his hamds and hit a boulder and just, *lego sounds*
Hesh did saw it, wouldn't stop laughing over the memory. Yes, logan is alive and well, he survived the fall unlike his bike. Didn't break anything in fact, just a little ankle sprain.
David Hesh Walker
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Hesh wit da gang - so, first picture, dudes was in texas with his hgs, and one of them owned a llama, he has always wanted to touch a llama, instead was challenged to ride the llama. He of course not a pussy. So he did the challenge and end up getting spit on by the llama. Poor gear.
Second picture... So, first death wobble AND crash. He survived due to the gear, but unlike his bike, its completely damaged due to hitting a lamp post. He slid across the road, but survived. Only a few scratches on his thigh and back. It was one hell of a scratch by the way, it kinda scarred, and he had to go to the hospital about it. Elias really got his hands full with his boys.
He didn't regret it tho, just next time, he's going to ride his bike properly and not try some stupid shit because his bike preferences are HEAVY asf.
Oh yeah, he in fact records everything that happened. So he also got the footage of him sliding off the bike. That frame became his pfp on every platform for a full ass year.
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nonsenseafterdark · 2 months ago
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Day Ten: Surgery
Characters: Logan Walker, David "Hesh" Walker
Word Count: 843
Warnings: Mentions of Torture, Limb Amputation
Notes: I know I missed day nine yesterday, but I'll get around to that eventually. Things have been really tough this week. As always though, this is also posted on AO3 and you can find my list here.
When Logan’s arm was initially broken by Rorke, it would later be reset and casted during the early days of his captivity. But just when it was healed enough, his captors would break it once more before repeating the process all over the course of a few months, during which he was also forced through other inhumane torture practices all in an effort to break him not only as a ‘Ghost’, but a man as well. When his brother and teammates recovered him, Logan’s arm was broken again. Once more, it would be reset and casted, but his condition would only worsen. All signs pointed to infection, which was rooted in his inflamed arm that wasn’t healing like it should’ve been. After running a few tests and examinations, and given the repeated trauma, the possibility of amputation was brought up.
To say that Logan was gutted would be a big ass understatement, but there were no other words to describe his shock. Hesh, who had been with him from the moment they rescued him, seemed to grieve along with his brother. Even if Logan was able to get over the infection, who’s to say that he would be able to have a functioning arm again? But if he didn’t get over it, he would die from the infection…
The doctor left the room to give the two brothers time to discuss their options, but the moment the door shut, Logan already had tears slipping down his face. 
“Logan…” Hesh began, but didn’t say anything else. What could he say? There were no words on this earth to rid his little brother of the pain he was in, and it certainly wasn’t going to give him a better arm. 
“What am I gonna do?” Logan asked rhetorically, “I don’t know what I’m gonna do- And what about Rorke, I can’t-”
His breath hitched emotionally, his grief-stricken eyes shifting into anger, “I want to kill him, David. I want to strangle him with my own hands, but now…”
Logan’s face scrunched up as he choked on a cry, to which his older brother pulled him in for a hug, allowing him to sob into his shoulder. None of this was fair. None of it… 
“I can’t let you fight alone…” Logan almost wailed, “What am I gonna do if you guys are gone…!?”
“Shh…” Hesh squeezed him tightly, like he would when they were kids hiding from the thunderstorms and tremors, “We’ll look out for each other like we always do, Logan. After what he’s done–-To dad, to you, to everyone... Rorke isn’t getting away with this.”
Logan didn’t respond, only hugging Hesh tighter with his one working arm. 
“But all I want right now is for you to be okay,” He continued.
“I have to be there too…! I can’t…! I can’t live like this-”
“Logan—”
Hesh pulled away, almost forcing Logan to look at him.
“I can’t lose you again…” He said, holding onto his little brother with desperation.
It didn’t sound like the wrong thing to say, but Logan didn’t seem so assured either. He too, had just gotten back the only family has left, and if he wanted to live, he was undoubtedly going to lose his arm and his career. 
______________________
They amputated his arm off from the shoulder, and Hesh had never seen Logan look so shut down. Not since they lost their dad, not since the Federation attack ten years ago, and not since their mom passed away. Food went untouched, feelings were left unsaid, and his will to live was missing. Hesh knew Logan was strong, and with time, he was going to recover to live the rest of his life and thrive from it even with a missing limb. But for now, he allowed Logan to grieve and to process every emotion that came with it.
“You want to know the worst thing Rorke did to me, David…?” Logan asked one day. 
Given the rhetorical delivery, Hesh didn’t answer, allowing Logan to continue, “He left me alive… And this is how I’m going to live the rest of my life…”
Hesh’ lips twitched to speak, but he held back from saying anything.
“The easiest thing he could’ve done was kill me…” Logan continued, “I think that’s what he wanted to do when he realized that he could never turn me against you… So he started breaking me, like he did with everyone else… And he made sure I was awake for every moment, and alive by the end of it…”
He finished his sentence in a near hiss. 
“I’m alive, David… And I don’t want to be…”
Eyes growing heavy with his own tears, Hesh pulled Logan in for a tight hug, but this time his younger brother didn’t hug back
“I’m sorry, Logan…” He managed to say, and he was. 
He was sorry that Logan was going through so much pain. He was sorry that he had allowed Rorke to take him away like he did.
Though grateful that his brother was still alive, Hesh was sorry for everything.
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deeptrashwitch · 26 days ago
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Promise of a vengeance
This one-shot happens during Severed Ties and Ghost Killer. And this is an inflexion point for J.J as a person and as part of the Ghosts.
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"How are you feeling, kid?" Keegan asked her when he noticed her looking at the landscape.
"Sad, tired...angry." J.J murmured with a sigh.
"I can guess, but hey, Merrick is guiding the Walker brothers. They'll be fine, and by the end of this, Rorke will die finally."
J.J laughed tiredly. "I hope you're right, Keegan. What will you do when Rorke and the Federation fall?"
"Who knows? Maybe find a place to settle down, a reconstructed city."
"You? Sounds nice."
"And you, kiddo?"
"Go back home, or stay, I'm not sure yet."
Before Keegan could answer, their radios cracked to life and put them both alert. They shared a look and got near the path they had at their right, staring at the desert while they awaited for orders. Soon, Merrick's voice became present.
"J.J, go to the nearest explosion site. Hesh and Logan are alive, I need you to find them and give them first aids while extraction team arrives to their positions." Merrick ordered with a discrete sigh.
J.J nodded towards Keegan, then went to steal a vehicle while she opened the coordinates on her watch. "Copy that, on my way to them."
It was some minutes before J.J saw the explosion site and as soon as she hopped down, she noticed Hesh's unconscious form. As she ran towards him, she also noticed the drag marks as well as the trail of blood. She attended Hesh's wound first, worried by his panicked expression even in that state.
"What the hell happened to you? David? David! Wake up!" She muttered, worried. "C'mon! Please wake up!"
She tried to wake him up while she attended his wounds. Without a doubt, she turned his location so Merrick could send the medical team, or at least someone to rescue Hesh.
As soon as she finished, something called her attention. Logan's gun was on the sand, charged, and near it there was a well known knife. A shiver went down her spine at that.
"Merrick, here J.J, you copy?" She said through radio, making sure David was okay one last time.
"Send traffick, J.J, I hear you."
J.J started to run and turned on her location for them to find. "Hesh was wrong, Rorke isn't dead."
"Excuse you? Repeat that."
"Rorke is alive and he has Logan." She informed as she ran up to the mountain. "I'm following a trail of blood that seem to be his or Logan's, my location is on."
"Don't you even try-"
"We need Logan back, one way or another." She said before cutting the comms and turning off her radio.
J.J kept running for a while until she noticed a figure that was dragging another one. Her blood run cold when she noticed how Logan was already unconscious, then a rage took over when she saw Rorke. Without really thinking, she shoot and the bullet passed near Rorke's head and made him look back.
"Leave him, Rorke!" She shouted with a frown.
"Look at that, the little bird finally opens her wings." He mocked her, raising a gun. "What a shame that you aren't a hunter yet."
Then he shot, and it was so precise that it passed through and through in J.J's leg. She fell to the floor with a scream, and even then, she grabbed her rifle and tried to shoot again. To her surprise, even after the shot he seemed to have, Rorke was quick to leave Logan and get near her.
He kicked her wrist to make her loose the rifle, then grabbed her face to force her to look at him. To his amusement, her eyes were now frozen as she stared at him.
"Now you're just like Mario." He said with a smile, taking her knife form its stash. "What a shame you don't have his experience."
"Mark my words, Rorke. I'll kill you, even if it's the last thing I'll ever do." J.J promised, staring at him with a frown.
"You aren't even a Ghost yet, what can you do to me?" He asked, putting the knife point a bit higher than her eyebrow. "And what makes you think you'll even reach me when I finish with your friend over there?"
J.J's eyes darted to Logan's unconscious form, then back at Rorke, shining of fury. "Don't touch him, you-"
"Keep this as a reminder, I won't kill you and you won't even get near me. That boy will find you first, just like I did with your father."
And right before J.J could even glare at the man, Rorke slashed down her eye. She let out a bloodfreezing scream as her other eye filled with terror and rage, all while the blood ran down her face. Then Rorke leaned to turn on the radio, and immediatly Merrick's voice started to ask for her status.
"Come find her soon, Merrick, before she bleeds out." Rorke said, while he smiled coldly at J.J
"What did you do, Rorke?!" Merrick shouted furious.
Then, with a movement, J.J took out a hidden knife and tried to stab Rorke's face without success. With an angered scowl, he let go of her face, kicked her wrist again and then took his gun, pointing at her.
"Let's make this quicker for me."
"NO-!" Merrick shouted, just before a shot echoed through comms.
J.J screamed in pain as the bullet passed through her shoulder, then Rorke smiled a last time and walked away. All she could see was Rorke grabbing Logan's leg and start dragging him again, all while she tried to crawl to stop them. While her head spinned due to the blood loss, she managed to hear Merrick telling her that Keegan was on his way and that Hesh was evacuated.
She extended a hand towards the distant figure of Rorke and Logan, then the weakness and cold took over her. With a thud, her head fell on the ground and as she panted in pain.
Then, she fell unconscious.
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thatonesillyducko · 1 month ago
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CoD Ghosts OC: 𝐄𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐮𝐞𝐥 𝐁𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐧 𝐀𝐬𝐡𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐝⭑.ᐟ - About⟢
Took @stargazing-sapphire2 permission to use Ashford surname and I DID IT🗣️🫵🫵 enjoy my buddy
⛧| Name: Emmanuel "Phantom" Benjamin Ashford 
⛧| Birth date: 29th February 2001 (LEAP YEAR BABY) (Hesh and Logan are clowning on him 💀)
⛧| Nationality: American 
⛧| Occupation: U.S. Army/Task Force STALKER
⛧| Rank: Sergeant (might change..)
⛧| Age: 26 (in 2027), 29 (in 2030) ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ────── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ────── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───
ᯓ★Affiliation(s):
── .✦Family/Relatives:
•Henry Ashford - Father (Alive)
•Helena Rorke - Mother (Deceased, KIA)
•Elizabeth and Evangeline Ashford - Twin sisters (Alive)
•Gabriel Rorke - Uncle (Alive)
•Julianne Foster - Paternal grandmother (Deceased)
•George Ashford - Paternal grandfather (Deceased)
•Marie Henrikson - Maternal grandmother (Deceased)
•Samuel Rorke - Maternal grandfather (Deceased)
── .✦Ghosts team: 
•Elias "Scarecrow" Walker 
•David "Hesh" Walker
•Logan Walker (Unknown, MIA)
•Thomas A. Merrick
•Keegan P. Russ
•Alex "Ajax" Johnson (KIA)
•Kick
•Riley (the goodest of all good boys)
•Jemíma "La Sombra" Ámbar del Mar Hernández 
─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ────── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ────── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───
ᯓ★Appearance: 
⛧| Hair color: Light brown
⛧| Eye color: Blue (Bro might be a carbon copy of his dad but has his mother’s eyes🗣️🗣️)
⛧| Height: 6’4 (tallest of all Ghosts..even his dad) ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ────── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ────── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───
ᯓ★Personality:
⛧| N/A (Sorry, stand by :( ) ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ────── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ────── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───
ᯓ★Background: (more to improve soon..)
── .✦⛧| Emmanuel was born on February 29, 2001 on the Camp Pendleton base in California to Henry Ashford and Helena Ashford (neé Rorke). Making him the younger brother of Beth and Eva.
── .✦⛧| Growing up, he was a calm and quiet kid, but also curious, trying to learn everything. He is unquestionably a mama's boy because he was glued to his mother's hip from the beginning. Until..In 2011, When Helena was killed in action while deployed Emmanuel was 10 years old, both Beth and Eva were 12 years old, Henry was left to care for his children with the assistance of their uncle, Gabriel Rorke.  ── .✦⛧| Despite not having a mother, Emmanuel would continuously attempt to speak or interact with Henry, but he was unable to do so due to emotional neglect. He also observed a clash between Beth and Eva, his sisters. The small boy feels hurt and upset by Beth's fury directed at Eva while she defends herself, but despite all of this drama, he at least has a grey stuffed animal to console him for big emotions.
── .✦⛧| The ODIN strikes happened in 2017, and the Ashford residence was among the many buildings damaged that day. The little family of four lost everything, including their pets and precious things. Shortly after the ODIN strikes, aged 16 he would eventually enlist into the military, much to the reluctance and chagrin of Henry. (mf literally was unlucky enough both to survive the ODIN attack and not being able to leave the destroyed territory)
ᯓ★Trivia:
── .✦⛧| This young boy used to play practical jokes on his sisters to try to cheer them up and make them get along, but it didn't work out for Beth, so he ended up growing closer to Eva than she did.
── .✦⛧| Helena’s death left him devastated. He keeps a little photo of his mother beneath the helmet where it is worn.
── .✦⛧| Emmanuel adores Riley, who spoils the dog with food, cuddle pets, and long walks when Hesh or Logan are not around. Though, he also has sentimental memories of his own pets, whom he actually lost by ODIN attacks 
ᯓ★Faceclaim:
⛧| Zac Efron
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bloodyquillink-blog · 25 days ago
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Concept, David “Hesh” Walker x Reader
Okay so I’m doing a Logan Walker x cafe owner!reader right?
- Imagine David x arcade owner!reader.
- This would probably be an AU where the Federation either didn’t happen or wasn’t as destructive as they canonically were, and Elias and Ajax, at least, are still alive.
- One day, he decides to go on a walk during whatever break.
- He notices the formerly abandoned storefront on that one street now has open doors but he doesn’t hear the sounds of construction like usual.
- David decides to take a peek and sees a bustling arcade with old games he never would’ve expected to see again.
- The floor has that carpeted pattern with the neon squiggles or space/type theme.
- There are a variety of games from shooter to basketball to… is that donkey kong???
- Then he notices you, handing a giant stuffed animal to a guy with his group of friends behind him. They seem to be celebrating his birthday, beers in hand.
- He sees your smile and the way you efficiently collect tickets and tokens for the next people.
- As much as he wants to come in and play, he doesn’t have a long enough break to take everything in, but he takes notes.
- Logan’s birthday was coming up so this could be a fun place to go. The nostalgia was just what they needed, and he could probably reserve the place if he got in touch early enough.
- He looks back at you and your cute self, smile as bright as the colorful lights blinking above. He’ll definitely be back.
- David takes one more look at the sign above, committing the name to memory (only after remembering your face, of course).
But that’s just an idea…
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macravishedbymactavish · 2 years ago
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I Don't Care if You're Contagious (David "Hesh" Walker x GN!Reader)
TW: Mentions of sickness (ie: flu), Hesh being the best boyfriend anyone could ask for
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Everything hurt, your head, throat, all the way down to your toes. TOES. You were fighting some bug that was going around and it knocked the metaphorical wind right out of you. Leaving you tired, sore, and grumpy.
You didn't realize how exhausted you truly were until you flopped onto the bed following your shower. The feeling of your body sinking into the fluffy covers, along with the loose sweatpants and stolen t-shirt (from your ever so loving boyfriend) made you reconsider your original plan. You took a lukewarm shower to try and break the fever, then you were going to eat something. Except in this moment sleep sounded much more tempting.
So that's what you did, an impromptu 3 hour nap that was interuppted by your phone ringing beside you.
With a soft groan you flipped the device over to see who disrupted this much needed nap. Your attitude quickly changed when you saw the contact ID.
Hash Brown ❤️
"Hey" you stifled a yawn, rolling over in the bed. Grimacing at the feeling of your clothes sticking to your skin. Another shower was being added to plan for your afternoon.
"You're finally awake, or alive!" You heard your boyfriend chuckle, "I have a favour to ask".
"What?" You whined, still wanting nothing more than to roll back over and continue sleeping. Eyes still heavy, body stiff, and you were still low on energy. At least you didn't feel quite as awful when your body was in temporary death, power saving mode.
"One of the packages I ordered just got delivered, but I'm still on base for another few hours. Can you grab it from the deck? It's not going to last outside for that long." It was a valid request, even if you despised the idea of moving in this moment.
"Fine" you mumbled, forcing yourself up from the bed with a groan. Every muscle screaming in protest. "You're lucky I love you David" you teased, padding downstairs to the front door.
"Pulling out my full name, ouch" he laughed, feeling bad that he wasn't home to help take care of you. Considering you cuddling him while he was sick a week ago is probably the reason you feel so awful right now. In his defense however, you did say (and he quotes) I don't care if you're contagious. I'm loving up on you.
"I promise this favour is mutually beneficial". You rubbed at your eyes with one hand as you unlocked the front door.
You looked down to see a take out bag and cup from your favorite resturaunt. A large smile broke out across your face as you brought the food inside.
"You ordered food?" You put the phone on speaker as you opened the bag, finding your go-to order inside.
"I ordered you food, yes. Since I'm not home to make you anything while you're sick." You could've cried, wondering how you get to call the most thoughtful human on this planet yours.
"Thank you love" you whispered, maneuvering your lunch over to the couch so you could eat and binge movies for the afternoon.
"Anything for you" he quickly responded, as if your heart wasn't already putty in his hands. "I've got to get back to work, but I'll love up on you tonight. I love you!" You returned the words, happily digging into the food after the call ended.
This man was without a doubt your soul mate.
Taglist: @bloodonmyhands-1221 @ai-luni
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