#i'm on a mission to clear them 🫡🫡

[einsatzzz]

Dan knocks at the door to the inbox:

"I know I'm late but I heard there's tea?"

And Chief joins the tea party, yippeee!! We have a cameo with @mimiruku's Miruku for this one hehe Anyway, I hope Chief enjoys the tea and company at the Ninomiya Estate! 🥰🥰🥰

This development is so funny to me, because I looked at the bunch of asks in my inbox some time ago and thought that we could make a story out of this lmaooo I'll tag this (and the others) under KHRe-OCcurrence as well. Maybe I should edit with a "Previous" and "Next" link too 🤔

[honey-riley]

Love You To Death || S.R.

WARNINGS: Military themes, guns, weapons, violence, detailed gore, mentions of Simon's past.

A/N: This contains an OC :) her name is Honey Tailer (my user is after her 🫡), she's German, so I hope you brought your google translate or other translators. There are more descriptors of her in the story itself <3

A/N pt.2: I'm learning German, and for most of the dialog in German, I use a translator. So, if anything is incorrect in German, don't behead me pls.

wc: 5.9k

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War.

That's all that ever ran through him. A traumatized, mean, brooding war machine. Ever since he was little, that's all he could remember. The war within his household, the constant abuse that his father passed around. The constant abuse he endured as a child had profound and lasting effects on him. It shaped his worldview, eroded his sense of self-worth, and left him with deep emotional scars that manifested in his brooding and mean demeanor. The war within his household became the war within himself, and it consumed him every day.

He had never truly felt warmth. Sure, he had happy moments, moments where he could forget the trauma, moments where the gray cloud looming above him would clear. But only for a moment. He was human after all. The impact of his traumatic childhood on his relationships was profound. He struggled to form deep connections with others, always keeping them at arms length, afraid of being hurt again. His fear of vulnerability and his need for control made it difficult for him to trust and open up to others, resulting in a cycle of loneliness and isolation.

Riddling himself with routines, sticking to schedules, running everything in a timely, comfortable manner is what he loves. What he thrived on. It was something that he knew he could rely on. Every morning, he would wake up at the exact same time, following a strict routine that he had meticulously planned out. From the moment he opened his eyes to the moment he closed them again at night, every minute of his day was accounted for. He found solace in the predictability of his schedule, as it provided a sense of control and stability in a chaotic world. His routines became his lifeline, a way for him to regain some semblance of order in his life and protect himself from the unpredictable nature of human interactions.

So, the day that someone broke that routine for him, that was a day that he was going to remember.

Preparing for a mission, he went in with his normal routine - shower, get his gear on, put the mask on, prepare mentally, head to base, scan in, have breakfast, pack his tactical vest, check his gear, clean his weapons, and head out to the chopper by 0400.

This time, when he got to the chopper, there was a new face. Striking green eyes, long black hair that was slicked back into a regulatory military bun, fair skin, and God, was she short. Standing at four feet, eleven inches, just barely meeting the height requirements.

"Lieutenant." Laswell nodded as he approached. "This is Sergeant Honey Tailer, hope you don't mind her joining you today." She added with a smile. Ghost stuck his hand out for Honey to shake, which she accepted, giving him a firm shake back.

He took in her appearance one more time, noting her black, polished boots, her uniform, which wasn't digital camo, but more like spotted camo. She had a German flag on her shoulders and on her tactical vest.

"My pleasure, Lieutenant." She smiled softly, her German accent apparent in her words. It wasn't strong, it was subtle, she sounded like she had been speaking English her entire life - but she hadn't.

"It's great to meet you, Sergeant." He nodded, releasing her hand.

"Honey's going to be your DM for today. She'll provide surveillance, make sure you guys keep your heads." Laswell grinned as she looked over at Honey. DM, or designated marksman, was a good position to be in - a position that they needed in the team.

The team then loaded into the chopper, strapping into their seats. Honey's rifle sat on her chest, the barrel pointing to the tin floor of the chopper as she looked out of the window. She stared off, lost in thought, devising a plan on how she would go about this. It was an in and out mission, quick and easy - if things went according to plan.

Honey would provide recon and examine from a distance, while the team went in, gathering intel, hopefully going undetected, then Soap would plant the bombs, they would all get back onto the chopper, where Soap would detonate them.

"You'll do just fine, kid." Price's gruff voice snapped her out of thought as he patted her on the shoulder. Honey shot him a small, tight lipped, slightly nervous smile. She was used to this kind of stuff, but to work with a team she had never met, find her groove all over again, and to do it in time, was nerve wracking.

"This isn't your first time, right?" Ghost grunted as he looked over at her, his voice deep, almost like a growl.

"No, sir. I've been deployed multiple times." She replied with a nod.

Ghost took that in an almost snooty, stuck up way. Like she was so young, and she had all this experience, and she sounded like she was bragging about it. That irked him.

Instead of saying anything, he stayed quiet, crossing his arms over his chest. To pass the time, Honey put her AirPods in, and turned on some music, letting out a small sigh as she leaned back into her chair.

There was something about her that Ghost didn't find appealing. Something about her annoyed him, but he couldn't tell what it was.

The metallic sound of her ring clanking against her rifle as she tapped her fingers to the beat of the song she was listening to only made his annoyance grow.

"Wha' song are ye listenin' to?" Soap asked, nudging her.

"Oh, Love You To Death by Type O Negative." Honey said, looking over at him with a small smile.

"Damn, gothic stuff." Soap chuckled, cuing Honey to nod. "Yer pal, Ghostie over there loves that kind of music." Soap chuckled, nodding towards Ghost, making him let out a small scoff.

Not only was Honey now annoying him, she also had the same taste in music? That felt like it wasn't going to fly with him for whatever reason. He was already annoyed that his routine had been disrupted, and now, her presence alone annoyed him more.

"Alright, team. We're landing in Verdansk, just to refresh, you are to take out Makarov. He's in a highly guarded area, with plenty of people surrounding him." Laswell said over the comms.

"Copy." Honey replied, letting out a small sigh. She was the one who was tasked with disturbing the hive - taking out Makarov. She had already been filled in on why they needed him dead, and all the other necessary things such as his identity, where he would be at, his rank, what he looked like.

Once the chopper landed Price divided everyone into partners, and one trio. Ghost and Honey were tasked with surveillance. Ghost was Honey's spotter.

'I'm gonna be stuck with this annoying, snooty, stuck up bitch?' Ghost thought to himself. He kept his opinions inward, thankfully. Usually, with new recruits, he was very vocal about his disdain for them. This time, he kept his mouth shut, just wanting to get the mission done quicker.

Honey established a sniper's nest, and laid on the roof of the building opposite of where the team would be infiltrating.

"What's the drag?" Honey whispered, looking through her iron sights, ready to set her rifle up.

"Not a clue." Ghost grunted as he looked through the scope of his own rifle, adjusting accordingly. He did know, he just wanted her to struggle a bit, make her more 'human' in his eyes.

"You're no help." Honey muttered under her breath, looking down her iron sights again. She glanced over at Ghost for a moment, turning to her own rifle, contemplating something.

She deftly reached over, sliding the scope off of his rifle.

'Now she's trying to fuck with my gear?' Ghost scorned in his own mind. He looked over at her, his brows furrowed under his mask before he snatched his scope back, sliding it back on.

"Du erzeugst ein Glitzern." She growled, taking it back off.

"English." Ghost muttered under his breath, starting to get pissed off.

"You're creating a glint. There's people in that building that can see you because of your scope." She growled, looking over at the moon for a second before looking back at him. She subtly lifted her hand, pointing at the opposing building, and indeed, a faint reflection from the scope could be seen if you knew where to look.

He let out an audible scoff, rolling his eyes. He adjusted his rifle, getting used to just using his iron sights.

"It's a 42 meter separation, the wind is blowing south-east. We're facing north-west. The wind is 6 knots. Light breeze." He replied, telling her what she would need to adjust her rifle.

"Any visuals on Makarov?" Laswell said through the comms.

Honey glanced through a pair of binoculars for a second, seeing Makarov working at a table in an empty room, his back turned to the window.

"Positive. Black, short hair, suit, I can't tell how tall he is, but Ghost can verify that it's him." Honey replied through the comms. "It's him, Kate." Ghost muttered into the comms. "Permission to take the shot?" Honey asked Laswell.

"Granted." Laswell replied.

Honey put down the binoculars and Ghost picked them up, ready to watch Honey shoot Makarov.

Honey lined up her shot, calculating the drag, and the possible path that the bullet would take once it hit the glass. Doubt nibbled at the edges of her mind, raising its voice as her finger hovered over the trigger. But she pushed it away, reminding herself of the countless hours of training. She took a deep breath, pulling the rifle tight to her shoulder, holding her breath so that the shot was steady. She loaded her chamber, taking the rifle off of safety, and slowly squeezed the trigger.

Ghost's heart raced. He felt a pang of jealousy, mixed with a swirl of emotions. 'This should've been mine,' He thought, his chest tightening. 'This is my team. What does she think she's doing, muscling in on my territory?' His fists clenched around the binoculars, sweat dripping from his temple.

The bullet shattered through the glass, sending a gory red mist into the air as Makarov's head exploded. Ghost's jaw clenched as his anger bubbled, the realization of what just happened setting in.

Honey laid her rifle down, staying on her stomach as she glanced over to Ghost. She could see the tension in his body, the balaclava clinging to his face with each heavy gasp for air. Unsure of how to respond to Ghost's obvious displeasure, she gave him a small, tight lipped, reassuring smile.

Ghost glared back, his eyes filled with the intensity of his rage. 'She's taken everything from me,' he thought. 'I can't let her win. I can't let her take this from me too.'

In the aftermath, the team sat in stunned silence, their gazes fixed on the lifeless body now sprawled on the floor. The reality of their success hung in the air, a weighty, shared accomplishment that lingered, tainted by Ghost's bitter resentment. This was a man that they had been tracking for years and Honey came in and shot him like it was nothing. Like it was the easiest thing in the world. And God, that smile afterwards pissed him off so much more.

'What the fuck is she doing? This was supposed to be my job. What the hell does she know about shooting?' Ghost fought with himself internally. He hated this. He ha=ted everything about her.

The pair watched as the team infiltrated the room, occasional gunfire sounding through the air. Honey watched as Soap went in, took a laptop and all the needed files, planting a few bombs on his way out.

Honey stood up, grabbing her rifle, unloading the chamber and putting it back onto safety. Ghost stood up as well, grabbing his own rifle, storming his way back down the flight of stairs to the ground floor.

"Ghost." Honey said as she followed him, her rifle slung over her back. He didn't bother waiting for her, or even listening to her. He silently stormed his way back to the chopper, getting in, and buckling himself up.

Honey set their things back where they belonged on the chopper, ensuring that nothing would fall out. There was an awkward silence as they waited for the rest of the team to get back to where the chopper was. Nikolai sat in the cockpit.

"How was the mission? You finally nail him?" Nikolai grinned, his thick Russian accent apparent in his words as he looked back through the door, glancing at Ghost.

"Honey did." Ghost muttered, his fists balled under his biceps as he crossed his arms. "Her shot was just luck." He added, looking outside of the chopper, avoiding eye contact. He knew it was more than luck - it was skill, but he didn’t want to admit it.

Honey winced at his words, looking over at him, her eyes narrowing slightly. She glanced away, keeping her eyes off of him. She had always been doubted. She had worked her entire life for this moment, and the entire time, she had been doubted. She didn't know why it even hurt at this point - she should've expected it. But, she was going to stand up for herself for once - even if it didn't work.

Honey looked at him, her brow furrowing. "Luck?" She asked, her voice slightly hurt. "I took the damn shot, calculated it. I did everything I needed to. And it's just luck? I’ve worked my entire life for this, I’ve worked my ass off. Making sure that I could make a damn shot." She added. Honey wanted to get frustrated, she wanted to argue, but she took a deep breath, keeping her mouth shut.

Ghost's jaw dropped slightly at her response. His glare softened, his unwavering anger faltering for the first time. He didn't know what to say to counter her words, her confidence - and for once, he found himself at a loss.

'All of my years of practicing, honing, just for it to be chalked up to luck? Fuck this guy.' Honey thought to herself, letting out a sigh. She wanted to be on this team, she had worked for it for years. She wanted to be on the top - the best of the best, and this was her chance. She wasn't going to ruin it.

Her thoughts were interrupted by the rest of the team getting into the chopper, carrying files, laptops, and USB sticks. Everything that they could get their hands on that could be important, they took.

"Let's watch this puppy blow." Soap chuckled as he buckled into the chopper. Nikolai lifted the chopper off the ground, getting it a distance away before Soap pressed the button, making the entire building explode and collapse in on itself.

Honey watched as the orange and yellow flames licked the air, huge billows of smoke and debris shooting up into the air.

"Christ." Honey murmured, watching the smoke shoot up. The blast wave then hit the chopper, making it sway and vibrate. Nikolai quickly corrected, starting their flight back. The flight back to base was almost silent, everyone processing what had just happened, and why it had happened.

'Why was Honey the one to kill Makarov? Why was this new recruit the one who got to end the man we had fought to kill for years? And why was it so easy for her?' Ghost was furious at the thought of it.

'Why did she get the pleasure? The satisfaction?'

When they got back to base, Ghost just wanted to get his report filled and then think things through in his quarters, but of course, Laswell had other plans.

"You and Honey are bunking together." Laswell said as she opened the door to his quarters. Honey stood behind Laswell, her bag slung on her shoulder as well as a few other things in her hands - two pillows and a blanket.

"What about Soap?" Ghost asked, looking over at the other bed in the room - the bed where Soap slept. That side of the room was blank, Soap moved rooms.

"Soap bunked with Gaz. We don't have another room for Honey, so she's going with you." Laswell said, turning around and walking away. Honey came in quietly, her steps silent.

She placed her things on the bed, avoiding him. She busied herself with the task of getting her things set up - making the bed, putting her things in her dresser and closet.

"There are rules here." Ghost grunted as he watched her, his attention drawn away from his paperwork.

"Keep your shit on your side of the room, keep it clean, keep it neat, and don't talk to me." He added. Honey didn't do anything but nod as she folded her clothes. Pajamas, uniforms, dress uniforms, civilian clothes - they were all put away neatly.

There was something about her, something that kept his attention away from his paperwork. Something that kept him from focusing. Maybe it was the rage towards her, maybe it was the envy - there was something. Something that he hated. Something that Simon despised. Ghost hated it more.

What do we think of the first part, y'all? Do we love it? Hate it? Eh? Lmk what I can work on as well! My ask me is still open :))

[oh-my-damn]

Please please!!! Tell us the plot for the devil inside!!!!! 😍😍😍😍😍

Your wish is my command, my dear 😌 🫡

I'll give you a short snippet of what I've been working on so far 🫶🏻

This is the fic that will have literally every single trope under the sun (hopefully). I'm going to jam-pack this fic with all the clichés in the world and I have a feeling I'm going to thoroughly enjoy doing it!

Basically I'm going to try and fit in all of these tropes:

Enemies to lovers, grumpy/sunshine, avengers vibes circa 2012 (living in compound), avenger!reader, forced proximity, only one bed, friends with benefits, mutual pining, hurt/comfort, miscommunication, angst for the hell of it, and a hell of a lot of smut. For kinks I'm thinking definitely a metal hand kink, choking, some rough sex but also some soft sex (we like the duality of bucky), spanking, dom/sub vibes (I'm kinda considering experimenting with bucky as both a dom and sub/that they switch bc I feel like Bucky has a subby side), lots of dirty talk obviously, breeding kink/cumplay, touch starved bucky.

It will be Beefy!Bucky (circa Civil War) with manbun, but his vibes will be FATWS!Bucky bc he's sassy and sarcastic and snarky. I may also delve into him having the shorter hair later on in the story, I haven't decided yet, but so far we're doing long haired Bucky bc I love him!!!

These pics inspired me last night to get to work so here are the vibes:

Snippet of The Devil Inside under the cut!

When you got up to get your things, that's when he approached you. Your eyes shot up at the sound of his voice, your body tensing at the question he asked you.

"You call that fighting?"

And that was that. You were too stunned to come with a retort at the time, all you could do was look at him in shock as he snickered and walked off, and you've recounted that moment in your head a thousand times by now. How he laughed you off, the look of amusement on his face, as if you were the dumbest person in the world. It was clear he certainly didn't think you were worthy of being an Avenger.

Ever since then, you've hated him.

It only intensified over time.

There was the time when he scoffed when Tony chose you to go on a mission with Bucky, Steve and Nat. Or the time when he scowled at you for grabbing a beer with the rest of them in the common room after a long mission.

Not to mention the countless times he had walked off, practically mid-conversation, if you walked up to the group he was standing with.

Yes, it was safe to say that Bucky Barnes loathed you, and you felt the same way.

Which only made it more infuriating that he was the most beautiful man you'd ever seen.

[biteofcherry]

Hello friend! I'm here on a Pedro Scout Asknado mission. 🫡😘

How are you seducing Javi P and Joel Miller? Are they seducing you? Are you and one of these fine men in a couple already and doing a "we saw you across the bar" approach?

Oh, my brain short circuited for a moment 🥴

Today I have a craving some mischievous spontaneity. Perhaps, you decided to make your weekend even more entertaining, so after a morning and afternoon of relaxing you decide to go for a drink to this pub near your place. Just a drink, maybe some harmless flirting and that's all.

The handsome, rugged regular at the bar (and probably living in your neighbourhood, since you glimpsed him in the grocery shop a few times) isn't alone that evening. An equally hot man is drinking with him. When his gaze lofts up to you across the bar, a charged jolt shoots straight to your core.

Your regular bar crush has that magnetic, primal sort of vibe, like a wolf who could rip you apart, but tempts you to run your fingers through his fur and lean for a cuddle.

His friend is like a shot of tequila - burns right away and makes your brain agreeable to stupid ideas. Reckless ideas.

Like running your fingers down the stem of your glass in the most suggestive way, before lifting the drink to your lips and taking a sip while holding the stranger's gaze.

A smirk twitches in the corner of his mouth and it has you giddy for more non verbal play.

Then your wolf turns his head enough to catch your gaze. There's some dark possessiveness in his eyes when he looks your way and you almost feel scolded.

Instead of dropping your gaze, feeling embarrassed, you smile and slowly drag the tip of your tongue over your bottom lip, then bite on it.

You expected another smirk, or simply the end of the little game, but without taking their eyes off of you the men exchange some words. Then they stand up. When it becomes clear where their strides are taking them, your heart almost jumps out of your ribcage.

Your breath hitches in your lungs, your thighs clench, as they walk over to you. Each takes a seat on your opposite side. They don't make a single threatening, or inappropriate move, but their proximity causes a surge of heat through your bloodstream.

You're out of your depth now. Flirting with one man is stressful enough, but you're between two who make your brain a little scrambled just with their presence.

But that's okay, they're very good at leading. And a sweet lamb like you is easy to guide and keep in line between the two of them ����

[twilightdomain]

1 3 4 6 7 8 let's go...... (*´_⊃｀)人(´⊂_｀*)

THANKS FOR WAITING im going to answer some of these out of order since they'll make more sense that way..

1. Does your commander have a unique origin separate from the personal story? YEAS ! wolfgang has nothing to do with early personal story up until vigil missions :-) she is busy already being part of the vigil when all that is happening! they were in ebonhawke on behalf of the divinity's reach ministry when the branded attacked in 13..20? and joined the vigil right after it was formed 🫡 he maintained a good relationship w the other two orders and ended up the obvious choice for commander when the time came .. aha💅

6. What did your commander do with Caladbolg, if anything? // 7. What was their relationship to Trahearne? these are a combo answer for me.. wolfgang was neither especially close with trahearne NOR the one who ended up killing him (because they were busy not succumbing to their wounds after they left mordremoth's mindscape). the honor of both fell to trahearne's junior necromancer chreibhe croile… who was deeply devoted to him in a weird way, and kept the broken remains of caladbolg but never reforged it themself. they held onto it for him. he can have it back once they figure out how to (properly, no cut corners) resurrect him. …. ten yeares latér……………. well 😓

8. Is your commander's relationship to Aurene parental, sibling, or something else? i was really hoping for this one heheh even though i think ive talked about it loosely before… TWO ANSWERS.

in my initial timeline where chreibhe croile is the one to receive the pale tree's vision and therefore becomes the egg's champion, both their and wolfgang's relationships with aurene is…… sucks :'D once trahearne goes missing (and worse and worse from there) chreibhe is in no state to focus on literally anything else. they reluctantly attend to aurene when it's demanded of them but they're completely unable and unwilling to nurture the tenuous bond her egg first made with them. caithe does all the heavy lifting and is the only one to really emotionally bond with aurene. the commander meanwhile is watching this whole time SO envious because please please please she could be doing such a better job -> and then she…. doesn't? hard to say. in the crystal desert the two of them find a way to transfer what little bond there is over to him (yay) but even once he's her champion she's more of a symbol and a tool in wolfgang's eyes. their relationship is completely utilitarian, and aurene only puts up with it because she needs their loyalty in order for the world to trust her. when aurene .. metamorphoses or whatever into an elder dragon, she makes it abundantly clear to wolfgang that they are operating on her terms now. were it not for the laws of this land, she would have slaughtered him etc no more like i'm letting you stay my champion bc it looks better for both of us but know that i can absolutely change my mind about this now. you are my accessory not the other way around

IN THE NICER TIMELINE!!!!! which i started playing around in literally because of this topic, wolfgang is the only one who stays back when the shadow of the dragon attacks, so the tree reluctantly grants him the vision instead and he's bonded to aurene from the start, and follows pretty much like a canon compliant commander. in this version of events she considers herself a MENTOR or perhaps a TUTOR and NOT AT ALL IN ANY WAY A PARENT to aurene… as they hand feed the baby carefully prepared fish filets and buy her something everywhere they go and call the exalted babysitters every two hrs throughout s3 and scream themself hoarse when they regain consciousness alone after Kralkatorrik Blast….. this isnt what parents do (in his experience) this is his JOB. but anyway um the love is there and it changes everything

3. Is there an NPC your commander is closest to? in the second version of events (see above), caithe… they relied on each other a lot taking care of and teaching aurene; i think they get along well when their priorities align, and witnessed some of the best of each other that many others weren't privy to. otherwise, rytlock. i think their weird and off-putting personalities are accidentally well formulated so they can actually kind of chill together.

4. Is there an NPC your commander doesn't care for at all? in my first/less sweeties timeline there's a deep mutual distaste (JEALOUSY) between them and. again caithe…. it's all down to circumstance baby…… hmm everyone else (besides like. the game's big bads..) that i can think of that she actually really dislikes is just another OC, not a canon character. he kind of enjoys or respects a lot of the controversial side characters, or otherwise sort of disdains but doesn't seethe over some of the others. i'll probably remember someone she hates as soon as i close this app

[samuelroukin]

I find it funny that you think writing missions is such a chore. I love writing them, the action makes them flow so easily. Then I'm stuck on a smut scene for weeks, because I can't even settle on the mood I'm writing and they tend to get out of hand in two sentences. (By which I mean definitely top!Ghost entertaining bottom fantasies while kissing and I'm looking at the words, like wtf guys, I thought we had a clear idea on what was happening.)

Also my 10k fix it fic is 30k now, which will make it an easy 50k+ as my first serious CoD fic (I might post the two short ones I have to test the waters though lol).

lmao i'm the opposite, writing a mission takes me forever bc how many times can i say "takes cover" and "shoots" in three sentences you know? it's hard not to make them boring so i try to only include them when they serve a purpose other than action for the sake of action, and even then it's like.. how do i make action happen While also addressing the plot. meanwhile smut comes pretty naturally, even if they suddenly get up to something unplanned it's fine bc i can usually make it work; they wouldn't if i hadn't already subconsciously laid the groundwork lol

also isn't that just the way 🫡 they have a way of taking over lmao