#mw round 2

[youngersiblingstournament]

[Loser's Bracket] Round 2 Bracket 15

[the-goddess-of-mischief-writing]

Random Soap MacTavish headcanons {2}

sfw and nsfw

pairing: sgt. Soap MacTavish x reader (cod mw)

tags/tw: domestic stuff, fem!reader, smut, creampie, oral kink, groping, fingering, twt links (straight up porn)

a/n: if I have not seen the scene when Soap floats to he Scottish Highlands, it haven't happened. yes I'm in denial and will re-watch the mw2 campaign religiously, while living in my bubble, I shall feed all of those who wants to join me

Johnny 'Soap' MacTavish MASTERLIST

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-god this man chews gum a.fucking.lot, Soap always have a pack of gum in his pocket or bag

-sometimes you send him a look when he starts chewing with the front of his teeth and the sound gets just a tad bit too obnoxious, he always notices but there's two ways he reacts

-either he gives you a bashful smile and shrug before going back to whatever he's doing, mindful to not disturb you again

-or, he simply meets your gaze with arched brows, white gum on full display between his teeth as he offers you a boyish smile, that reaction always precedes his playful mood of teasing you with his chewing, a sharp pop sounding every now and then as he somehow manages to create little bubbles with a simple

-although Soap may be the shortest out of 141, this man is far from small, just put him in a setting where everyone isn't Ghost and he towers over most and it just so happens that you get reminded of it while almost every time you catch him working out

-you just throw him a glance and get kinda stunned when seeing the way your hulking powerhouse of a boyfriend beats the punching bag or throw around weights as if they weight absolutely nothing

-he loves swimming and water

-like, this man wants to go to any body of water at least once on his leave, sometimes just to sit and watch the wave crash against the beach, or the soft clucking of a lake

-sometimes he even takes a quick dip despite being in Scotland and the water impossibly is above 11

-you just watch him in disbelief as he strip and wades into the water until it reaches the middle of his thighs and he submerges himself, you blame it on the military for frying his cold-receptors, but he argues he's been likes this since being a wee lad

nsfw under the cut

-this mf is nasty, Soap loves to see his cum drip out of you and if you’ll let him, he’ll never want to prove his pull-out game is as strong as he boasts about

-sometimes, he is so in his head that he can’t rid himself of his boner until he can shoot his load inside you, jerks himself off with his tip resting just inside your pretty cunt

-ohmygod I just imagined Soap having an oral kink, but more so watching your lips wrap round things, your tongue running over whatever is sealed within your mouth

-of course he loves when you give him oral, having you sink to your knees before him with a football game in the background after a stressful day, he can see heaven the way his head cranes backwards

-but, it doesn't even need to be anything sexual, you can be licking an ice cream, a lollipop, Jesus Christ your fucking fingers from the sauce when you cook, he can't take his eyes off of you

-Soap is sweat in the bedroom, adores making you feel good and reach your high enough times until you push his hands away and lay there with a drunk smile, limbs slack, eyes half-lidded as they meet his adoringly

-however, sometimes he touches you because he wants to play

-you can be laying in bed, short tank top and panties on as he relaxes in joggers, and his fingers just starts running up and down your scantily clad bottom half

-it starts with Soap just running his hands over your arse, lower spine, until they dip again and he toys with your underwear, fingers occasionally slipping over your clothed pussy, pressing into the seam of your cunt before going back to groping your cheeks

-then he pushes it further, dipping his fingers beneath your panties to toy with your cunt, only to take your panties off altogether to lazily finger you

-he plays for a long time, feeling how you grew wetter and squirm all the more, in the end breathing a desperate pleading 'Johnny' and he knows it'll come because he never stops until it does, just wanting to see for how long you'll let him run his hands over you before getting to needy

[meowmeowriley]

Don’t mind me while I scream incoherently about the latest chapter of WsDB because holy shit was it good!!!

Ghost is the biggest shit ever and I love that for him (he deserves those strawberry’s).

all the gifts from his family the skull jumper were really well thought out (Soaps gonna lose his shit when he finds out Ghost’s part Scottish) The Akubra!!!! and the Skull omfg the sweet and twisted fluffy feelings 😭 They’re both in love and neither of the dumb arses realise it yet (I bet everyone else does though)

Poor price though he’s so worried for is anti social son. Ghost: *going out of his way to show affection and share things about himself with the team* Price: *sweating* wondering if he needs to call an ambulance or a priest first

Were Prices photos an 09 reference? How old is that hat?! I forgot you mentioned that Gaz’s girlfriend would be a spider! She must cop so much shit all the time (good on Kyle for not letting anyone add to it) I have a couple questions about her but all ask them later. Soap is so excited about his big family and ghost is about to go “hold my beer”. THE SPIRAL holy shit, like yes Ghost you do need therapy but that’s besides the point, your fucked up feelings are both weirdly sweet and reciprocated. Soap would 100% honour and respect every part of Ghost dead or alive they match each others freak. So your telling me that at the family show and tell Roach brought a photo of him with the rest of the 141 acting like idiots because they’re his family (your paying my physic bills because my heart just broke)

I love how Gaz and Roach are initially shocked by Ghost being trans but after it wears off they don’t actually care (meanwhile soap is in the background trying to do math) it’s just a thing like the sky is blue, the earth is round and Ghost is trans. The bigger shock is the whole rabbit situation, I can’t wait till soap finds out exactly what type of rabbit Ghost is. (Especially after what he just said lol) and Ghost’s last words for the chapter amounting to “I wouldn’t betray your trust but I have and will continue to fuck with you.

Sorry it's taken me a while to get back to this, but I wanted to give people a change to read it since this is a bit spoilery for chapter 3. ❤ Hopefully its been enough time, let's dive in!

Ghost being a little shit is one of my favorite parts of this fic, he deserves to be a menace.

Soap and his Akubra have been rotting my brain since it was first mentioned, and it will come up again. The man looks damn good in that hat.

Soap giving Ghost a fucking rabbit skull of all things, he's trying so hard to get into Ghost's good graces, and had no clue at the time how fucked up that action was 😂 next chapter will have our first taste of Soap's POV and his realization of the implications of his actions.

Price watching Ghost come out of his shell like 😰 lol the poor guy, he's never seen Ghost act like this and he's worried the man is losing it.

So Price's photos were a bit of a personal headcanon of mine, because Modern Warfare's Price isn't the first, only Price in the Call of Duty games. There was a Captain Price in Call of Duty and Call of Duty 2, who looks similar but his accent is way thicker and the timeline is set in WW2. There's also mention of a Johnathan Price in COD Black Ops. It's never explicitly stated (to my knowledge) that that man is one and the same as our Captain from MW. Anyway, I like to believe that the Price family has been sending their boys off to be Captains for generations.

Please ask about Gaz's spider GF, I love her, and want to talk about her!

Roach's family photos was fun and sad to write. Basically, by joining the military he severed ties with his old gang, who were all he had. So the 141 means everything to him. This will be important later. 😈

Ghost: I'm trans

Everyone: huh, okay, didn't know that. Woulda never guessed.

Ghost: also I'm a rabbit

Everyone: minds blown, chaos, worldview shattered

And lastly, as much as Ghost is fucking with and going to continue fucking with Soap, trust that I have all kinds of mental and emotional fuckery planned for you lot, my lovely readers. 😘

[theanticool]

Lately ive been seeing multiple top ten lists that squeeze in kamaru usman at number 9 or 10. Do you think this is a fair assessment or recency bias? I feel like having 2 of his title defenses against bum ass Masvidal kinda works against his legacy. Obviously usman is a much more complete well rounded fighter than izzy hut i think theres an argument to be made Izzy had a better level of competition. I wonder if one of Usmans victims (strickland) becoming mw champ is whats propelling him to top ten status since what seemed like a random win at the time is now aging extremely well

Yeah, sadly half of Usman’s titles wins (Colby 2, Masvidal 2, and Woodley) aged really poorly. TBF the Masvidal and Colby rematches were crap from the jump. Woodley went on to lose every round of MMA he fought after Usman and threw like 10 punches combined. I do think the first Masvidal and Colby wins (+Burns) are worth a lot but if we’re holding those up as Usman’s big career wins? How do they match up against the best wins of Fedor, Silva, GSP, Aldo, Holloway, Volk, DJ, Jones, DC, Lawler, Khabib, Alvarez, Poirier, TJ, Cruz, McGregor, Islam, Do Bronx, BJ, Edgar, Stipe, Whittaker, or Izzy (I’m leaving a lot of names out). I just don’t think the wins are there to be honest. I also don’t give Usman too much credit for his win over Strickland because this is the same guy who was losing to Zaleski dos Santos and Ponz at 170lbs. Good fighters but not on anyone’s top 30 greatest fighters in WW history. Sean’s best win at 170 is arguably Nordine Taleb.

The story of Usman’s title reign was one of rebirth and gridlock at welterweight imo. Lawler, Woodley, Condit, and Wonderboy were aging out. Hendricks ate his way out 170. Then you had guys like Usman and Colby coming up on the old guard (Maia, Woodley, RDA) while Masvidal just so happened to get hot at the right moment off beating a guy who had heat but wasn’t as good as we thought (Till) and a loudmouth meme generator with a nonfunctional hip (Askren).

But guys like Leon, Belal, and - to a lesser extent - Rakhmonov, Chimaev, etc were kind of left on the outside looking in. Once Colby and Masvidal established themselves as contenders and stars(?), they did not interact with anyone else again. For as good as they had been on the rise, I’d argue neither Colby or Masvidal ever solidified themselves in real Max Holloway/Robert Whittaker “I’m going to be at worst the #3 fighter in this division for a long time” way. And it’s still a thing we are dealing with years later. It took Leon and Belal like 10 fights with no losses to get a title fight. And Belal only just got his this year! That’s insane. He came up at the same time as Colby and Usman! With no immediate stars at 170, we’re probably back to guys getting to mix it up across the rankings so I’m happy the division is finally out of gridlock. The logjam seems to have passed.

Another knock against Usman is he hasn’t really had anything to show in his post-prime. When Aldo, Holloway, and Whittaker, for example, lost their titles? They proceeded to come back and just start picking off contenders. Taking big fight after big fight. To his credit, I thought Usman looked good in his fight with Chimaev for the circumstances he found himself in. I think he might still have some gas in the tank. A couple big name wins would really boost his resume.

But ultimately? ATG list are subjective. I don’t think the welterweight division has gotten significantly better since the days of GSP like some of these other divisions have, but that’s my opinion. I do think you’re correct about recency bias though. A lot of modern MMA fans don’t actually know anything about the sport pre-2019 though

[codmw2019-2022]

COD MW 2022 - Gaz

Kyle 'Gaz' Garrick's Operator Bio from Call of Duty Modern Warfare 2.

//Operator Bio:

Name: Gaz Citizenship: United Kingdom | Language: English Faction Affiliation: SpecGru | Status: Active

Kyle ‘Gaz’ Garrick, enlisted in the British Army in 2008. Within four years, he passed selection for Her Majesty’s elite Special Air Service where he is currently rounding out a decade of service.

An expert in prime target elimination, demolitions, weapons tactics, covert surveillance and VIP protection, Gaz was conscripted into Price’s Tier One SAS Bravo detachment after the 2019 terror attack in Piccadilly Circus.

After successful covert missions alongside Captain Price and Farah Karim’s Liberation Force against Russia’s General Roman Barkov in Urzikstan and Georgia, Garrick was recruited into Price’s newly formed unit, Task Force 141.

Since 2019, Gaz and Price have been a close-knit fireteam, carrying out special missions across the globe. Under Captain Price’s mentorship, Gaz has grown into as seasoned operator with a knack for working off the gird in hostile environments. With TF-141 shrouded in secrecy, Kyle explains- “We move in silence, do our job, and melt away.”

[mykneeshurt]

Fields of Tulips - two

09 Soap x F!reader

All warnings are on the title page of this series

Chapter one

Synopsis - after a shaky first meeting with Captain McTavish, it’s time to meet your team.

A/N - Ghost and Gaz are based off 2022 MW, I prefer their characters/character models to 2009 MW2

Monday morning came round fast, your alarm buzzed at 6am and boy did it feel good to be back on base. To hear the dull drumming of boots on the linoleum floor, the laughs and banter from fellow soldiers filled the hallways.

Stretching your cramped legs you pushed your reoccurring dream to the back of your mind. There was no way it was about to impact on your first day. A new start. A new team. A new mission. It was exactly what you needed. Sheets were drenched, again, rolling your eyes you trudged towards the shower. Hoping the hot water would provide some solace from your lingering thoughts.

Make it hot … burn yourself … you’ll never be clean … they died because of you … you’re gonna fail today … worthless … pathetic

You did make the water hotter, the light sting of the liquid was enough to silence the thoughts that ravaged you. Every waking hour. Every fucking second.

Stepping out the shower you glare at your reflection in the mirror. You looked tired, a little gaunt even. A scar ran down the left side of your body …

Adam’s’ body led huddled into your chest, the fuselage of the plane dug into your torso, into your abdomen. Blood dripped from the open wound into a small puddle beneath you. It smelt strongly of iron.

You shook your head, and tried to focus on your next task. As you brushed your teeth the repetitive motion lulled you into a trance, up and down, left and right …

Your eyes were heavy, a sharp stinging pain raged within your body as you tried to move. The metal creaked and moaned above you, you tried to scream but no sound came.

Tears stung your eyes as you spat the toothpaste into the sink. ‘Fuck’ you whispered to yourself. Today cannot be a bad day. But it will be. Focusing on your breathing you counted to four, imagining a box. In for four, out for four. Trying desperately to cling onto your sanity, to cling onto normality.

- - - -

After you’d managed to get dressed you walked to the canteen, it was still pretty early so it should have been quiet. Except it wasn’t. The canteen was a bustling hive of activity, soldiers sipping coffee, scoffing eggs into their mouths ready for the day a head.

Keeping your head down you tried to keep to yourself, not to being any attention to yourself.

It lasted all of 2 minutes.

You felt something hit your back, something soft and moist. Whipping around you saw a soggy old banana skin at your feet, part of its rotten membrane coated your hoodie. Sighing you heard a chorus of sniggers and giggles coming from one of the tables.

You marched over, furious at the audacity of the person who threw it at you. As you approached you saw a group men eyeing you up and down. A lamb to the slaughter.

‘No one wants you here, Adams died cause of you.’ His voice full of venom penetrated your feeble armour. ‘Fuck you!’ You shouted, fists shaking from pure fury. The man slammed his fists on the table, the thud echoed in the canteen instantly silencing the busy conversations.

Within an instant he had you by the collar and shoved you up against the concrete wall. ‘Fuck you say to me? Fuckin murderer. Should have been you who died on that plane.’ His face contorted with sheer malice, spitting his words at you. You kept your voice low ‘I said fuck you.’

He slammed your back into the wall again causing your head to bounce off it. ‘I’ll fuckin end you, stupid bitch.’ Feeling your anger overflow you spat in his face, a smug grin spreading over your lips. The man wound his arm back ready to lay into you, fist clenched, veins protruding.

As he swung you managed to duck just in time, as you ducked you tackled him to the floor. The canteen erupted in a throng of cheers and chants, encouraging a fight to happen between the two of you. You managed to get a lucky punch in, your knuckles connected with the soft cartilage in his nose.

A grinding and popping noise rang out as blood started to stream from his nose. Just as you were about to swing again a forearm wrapped around your waist lifting you effortlessly. They placed you over their shoulder and stormed out of the canteen. Staring at the solider on the floor you flipped him off smiling at your lucky win.

As you entered the corridor you began pounding on the back of your captor. ‘Put me down! Who the fuck do you think you are?!’ You were taken into a small office, the door slammed behind you as you were thrust onto the floor.

Straightening up you were finally able to see who had taken you. Oh fuck. Of course. ‘Captain’ you said meekly, instantly withdrawing into your shell. You were fucked and you knew it.

‘You wanna tell me what the fuck that was?’ He asked standing over you, arms crossed and eyebrow raised. His face was stoic, not giving anything away but his voice was stern, he was pissed. You’ve done it now, see? Can’t do anything right. It really should have been you on that plane.

Brushing yourself off you chewed your cheek ‘he started it! He threw a mouldy banana at me!’

‘So you thought the correct thing to do was to tackle him to the floor and break his nose?’

‘Bastard deserved it. Told me I should have died in the plane.’

Soap pinched his brow and sighed heavily. ‘Alright, maybe he did deserve it, but it doesn’t give you the right to assault him. You aren’t judge jury and executioner.’

‘Oh? And what would you have done if you were me?’ You scoffed, crossing your arms. Mirroring his stance.

‘We ain’t talking about me lass.’

‘No that’s right. I’m the one who has to put up with this. I’m the one who was in that plane crash. I’m the one who sees their fucking faces every day, every time I close my eyes. Me. So excuse me if the way I stick up for myself is a little unconventional.’ Your chest was heaving. Who the fuck did he this he was?

Feeling tears start to sting behind your eyes you quickly darted around Soap. He tried to reach out for you but you pushed his hand away. ‘Don’t. I’ll see you in the gym.’ He dropped his hand and nodded, letting you leave.

Tulips. Think of the tulips.

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After eventually calming yourself down you traipsed towards the gym, eyes still damp from your tears. Massaging your face you tried to calm yourself. The sound of punches and bare feet on mats sounded from behind the closed door.

This was it. Time to meet your new team mates.

Slipping into the gym you kept your hood up and slid onto one of the benches. Ok the mats were two men, one was a rather handsome young man. Young freshly shaven, a cheeky smile and a fantastic pair of legs. The other was a mountain of a man, broad and solid, he wore a mask with a crudely painted skull on it.

Soap and Price were talking amongst themselves as the two men beat the shit out of one another. You sat with your arms crossed, impressed at how nimble and fast they both were. Their movements were hypnotising, fluid. Each counter attack carefully calculated and executed, it was as if they were dancing with one another.

You were so lost in the performance before you that you didn’t notice Soap sit next to you. ‘You alright kid?’ He asked leaning on bis thighs. Sighing you took your hood down, biting on your thumb. ‘Yeah I guess. I’m not sorry for what I said, but I’m sorry for yelling at you.’

‘I get it. No need to apologise, but you should see someone. Just talk, see how you feel.’

‘I … I don’t know if I can.’

He remained still, mulling over your words. You felt as if he knew what you were going through, his tone was gentle. He wasn’t probing, he wasn’t being nosey, it seemed like he cared. A feeling you weren’t used to anymore. Maybe once upon a time, but not now.

‘I know. It’s tough. You can’t let it consume you though. You’ll lose yourself in it … trust me’ he half heartedly smiled at you. ‘Just think about it?’

You tried to smile back, but it came out as a grimace. ‘Yeah I guess I’ll try.’

‘Atta girl. Now, wanna come meet yah team? They been wanting to meet you.’

He led you over to the two men who were taking a break, the man with the mask regarded you closely. Eyeing you up and down as he drank the water from his scuffed bottle. ‘This is Ghost. Sniper, don’t mind the mask he’s an ugly fucker underneath.’ Ghost? Fitting. He’s got soap a glare but the corner of his eyes creased, clearly hiding a smile.

‘And this is Gaz. Chopsy, so don’t let him give you a hard time. But he’s one hell of solider.’ Gaz laughed, showing brilliant white teeth and a killer smile. ‘Nice to meet you love. Think you’re ready to settle in with us?’

You smiled up at him, he instantly put you at ease, his face was so kind. ‘Yeah, I think so.’

‘Boys this is Sargent Dunn. Sniper and demolitions expert.’

‘Demolitions eh? Gonna give cap the run for his money then?’ Gaz smiled, clearly trying to get a rise out of Soap.

‘You didn’t say you were in demolitions too sir’ you asked peering up at him.

‘Aye. Could probably teach you a thing or two.’ Fucker was getting smart.

‘Mmmm we’ll see. You don’t have the woman’s touch though. That I can guarantee.’

Gaz and Ghost both chuckled at your retort. ‘Oh and what would the woman’s touch be?’ He asked, head cocked, eyebrow raised. Holding his gaze you smiled ‘I always know where to find the on button.’ Soap smiled down at you, his normally stoic serious demeanour slipped for just a second. Gaz and Ghost let out a roar of laughter, you finally felt welcome. You felt no judgement after what happened.

It didn’t feel like home quite yet but maybe one day it could be.

———

A/N - fuckin hell this took ages to write lmfao I think the writers block is lifting. I PRAY

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[napkinscrawls]

CoD MW snippet is 100th post!🎉

Streamer!AU | Gaz x reader x Price | tortured chat™️ | reader is from Essex | gn!reader | fat!reader | privacy king Price | ft. Horny Mod!Soap & Lurking Mod!Ghost. 🎮

Sitting next to your boyfriend & co-streamer Gaz in front of the camera as the 2 of you bullshit your way through another "couch co-op" game. The gimick of your joint channel being that you are actually sat on a comfy sofa together in a room that is bathed in soft lighting. A juxtaposition to the chaotic bits you would 'yes and' eachother through. Your tablet as always is on the nearby sidetable as the Chat scrolls by. They're making more jokes about how Gaz sheould watch out for the ledge he already fell off.

He doesn't fall anymore than you in games, but the Chat has already decided it is a pattern. Custom emotes for it & everything.

Another thing the Chat enjoys is when "the Captain" is spotted in the edges of the webcam, an middle aged white man with muttonchops, a bulk of soft muscle, & a gruff voice that the Chat goes beserk for. The 2 of you are very firm about privacy & handle the balance of genuine banter without giving away any details. (With the help of some very active mods bleaching any semblance of overstepped boundaries.)

Gaz & you have always behaved as a couple publicly, but this 3rd in the house was too hot mysterious for the anonymous watchers to ignore. Especially when both of you fawn over him whenever he is brought up & that he is exclusively referred to as 'the Captain'. Chat was torn between wanting him carnally & wanting either of you or Gaz to be with him. Most of the comments were all in good fun but if taken too far the offending accounts were banned with no chance of appeal. The private mod chat was filled with jokes at how the Chat has somehow not considered Polyamory.

A hand slides into frame to replace your empty bottle & on cue the chat fills with a mix of 👀 & custom quokka emotes (the channel's mascot with no resemblance to the elusive Captain). You catch the movement, turning to smile up at the off-camera man.

"Thanks babes" A familiar petname, vague enough to passed off as platonic but those who know you know that's not how you use it.

Without missing a beat the Captain replies by ducking just into the top of frame & planting a kiss square on your lips. The kiss was firm, blistering but brief. Resetting your train of thought when all you had expected was the usual dismissive hair ruffling & to see John retreat with reddened ears. The Captain was not one for PDA on the internet, knew too well how long something can be preserved online. Instead you were now hiding your flushed face behind your fresh drink. You barely register the "no problem luv".

The mods do not stop the Chat's responses this time because they are right there in the flood of reactions. '3 o'clock, Gaz.' 'Where's my kiss?'

Gaz saw the last comment as he sipped his own drink, unphased by what just happened to his left. Clearing his throat before the Captain could get halfway out of the room, Gaz cranes his head round just as you lean towards your dropped controller.

"Always told me not to half-arse a job, Sir." His voice tainted with the smile plastered on his face.

A small hum of consideration can just about be picked up on the mic before the muffled footsteps bring the lower half of the Captain back into view. "Wouldn't dream of it." Is mumbled dryly but Gaz gets his matching kiss too. Gaz beams up at the man who claps him on the shoulder & ambles away once more, chuckling softly to himself. Cat's out of the bag.

You both share a silent look.

"Aite, you ready mate?" Your words snap Gaz out of his smugness, face immediately falling into a heartbroken wide-eyed stare at you.

You purse your lips to stifle your laughter & shrug your eyebrows at him, feigning ignorance.

"Don't call me that." His small voice is genuinely heartbreaking. "I worked too hard to be back at 'mate' again."

He really had. You'd started out as friends, it took him years to convince you to move north & into this house. Even then you did not believe this charming voice actor with a strangle hold on his social media wanted to be with you. Like you weren't a powerhouse yourself; a well-loved gaming streamer with a sharp wit & vicious sense of humour. (Sure you had faced the far too common fatphobia from using a webcam online, but it was balanced out with so many goodnatured glittery fancams that had done more to make you feel like part of gaming community than any award could.) John had moved in later but has known Gaz far longer. Initially John swore he was just a security worker, though eventually confided in you about his side job he had that insane microphone for pays far better.

You break out into a snort, taking a moment to compose yourself. Neither of you are paying attention to the riot happening in the Chat. Which now is lead your vocal mod 'BarkitBubbles' begging Gaz to give him a chance & that he has spare room(in his bed). The other mod '1134209' is silently allowing various comments out of the auto-filter that he deems funny (mainly jokes about BarkitBubbles). It's absolute bedlam.

You're too preoccupied with regaining the upper hand in this game of chicken. Gaz continues to weaponise his puppydog eyes. Fuck. Why was he born with such beautiful brown eyes. You're going to crumble. No, you can't lose to both John & Gaz today.

Managing to think of something, you rest your arm on the back of the sofa & tuck your legs under your plush thighs. "So you think you should outrank the Captain now?"

Gaz freezes for a second, his eyes flit between yours & the now closed door. Even without the Captain in the room he had to word this carefully. "...no... we're all equal in... this house..." He says tentatively, knowing he had a trap to dodge.

Your smile from earlier returns. "Good save, babes." Leaning in, you reward him with a soft kiss, & the 2 of you break into laughter. Gaz grabbing your face to pepper you with more kisses in return.

In the still speeding chat a 1st follower icon accompanies the comment "Court-martial avoided." by someone with the username 'Come_on_Down".

[moon-at-dawn]

Differences between cod mw og and cod mw new are always interesting

In og mw 2, soap was captain and ghost was lieutenant, so you can see ghost calling soap as sir. And he use it quite often. Also their physical difference was unnoticeable.

And new mw, who is that big hunk and small chipmunk? Ans soap calling ghost sir?

Interesting differences and I like them both

I mean...We can enjoy powerplays all the way round

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#OnThisDay: Jul 29th, 2018

Title: Cuteness Member - Skyler

Meet Skyler 🔵🎩🐱, a friendly allied of Blu's and BLUDiamondHTF1221's OC 🔵🐰 (Which, we'll meet him very soon). Skyler loves Sci-Fi's, all sorts of high tech machinery, and also likes lasers - all sorts of lasers, both harmed and harmless (mostly a laser pointer). Accompany by his trusty machinery hat to make genius inventions, claiming his position a machine inventor. But when he enrolls to "Cuteness Defender Academy" , he knows what he's doing as both "Cuteness Mecha Member" 🔫🤖 and "Cuteness Mechanical Crew" 🔧🤖, simultaneously! He suiting (which I made a choice) a giant tall "Indestructible" firing force to be wreck it! A "Prototype Heavy Assault Suit" called "Geymalk"! 🔫🤖😁

Geymalk Skyler Based on: AMX-015 Geymalk [CLICK ME!]

Armament(s):

• 2-barrel Beam Launcher The Geymalk is equipped with a pair of 2-barrel beam launchers, one mounted in each shoulder, and has a power rating of 2.3 MW.

• 2-barrel Mega Particle Gun Lining the sides of the Geymalk's hyper mega particle gun are a pair of 2-barrel mega particle guns with a power rating of 4.5 MW.

• 3-barrel Mega Particle Gun The Geymalk mounts a pair of 3-barrel mega particle guns with a power rating of 4.0 MW. They are built into the Geymalk's hands as "mitten" fingers. These fingers/mega particle guns serve poorly as manipulators, leaving the Geymalk unable to perform what would be considered "delicate" tasks for a armored suit.

• 3-tube Grenade Launcher Within the Geymalk's forearms are 3-tube grenade launchers. Each of these launchers can fire a total of three explosive rounds that can destroy a opponent's suit or damage a warship(s).

• Beam Rifle The Geymalk is equipped with a pair of beam rifles with a power rating of 2.3 MW. They are built into the Geymalk's thumbs and powered directly by the suit's generators.

• Beam Saber The Geymalk stores a pair of beam sabers in the knees with power ratings of 0.85 MW. These beam sabers are specially designed to be used by Geymalk's unique hands.

• Hyper Mega Particle Gun The Geymalk's most powerful beam weapon is a hyper mega particle gun which dominates the front of the torso. This massive beam cannon has a power rating of 30.5 MW, making it the third most powerful beam weapon used by a armored suit in the Universal Century timelines. Compare and surpassed to the armored Doven Wolf's beam rifle/mega beam launcher and the armored ZZ's High Mega Cannon.

• Mega Beam Cannon The Geymalk features two mega beam cannons, one stored in each leg below the beam saber's knee storage rack, each with a power rating of 3.8 MW. These beam cannons rises up and unfolds during use.

• Mega Particle Gun The Geymalk has a pair of mega particle guns that are mounted in its torso. These mega particle guns have a power rating of 5.5 MW, and are located right above the 2-barrel mega particle guns.

• "Mother" Funnels The Geymalk mounts a pair of large remote weapons known as mother funnels on its backpack. Though referred to as "funnels" these weapons are technologically "bits" as they possess their own power reactor. Both mother funnels are equipped with a single mega particle gun, however the true purpose of these mother funnels is to serve as carrying pods and recharge stations for 14 smaller "child funnels" each.

• "Child" Funnels Stored within each of the Geymalk's "mother funnels" are 14 child funnels, for a total of 28 funnels. These funnels are remote weapons powered by a rechargeable energy caps. Their energy is severely limited and must routinely return to their recharge racks in the mother funnels for their energy to be restored. Each funnel is equipped with a beam gun that has a power rating of 1.8 MW.

Special Equipment(s) / Feature(s):

• Psycommu system Researchers discover that Newtypes emit powerful thought waves - similar to regular brainwaves, but not electrical in nature - which they call psycowaves. The researchers goes on to develop a mind-machine interface called the psycommu (psyco-communicator) system, which receives these thought waves and translates them into computer commands. Using this interface a Newtype can direct remote weapons and operate huge mobile armors by thought alone.

Skyler (HTF OC) - owned by BLUdiamondHTF1221 (dA; inactive since Feb 2023) Armor (Mobile Suit Gundam ZZ) - Gundam series © Bandai Namco Filmworks, Inc. (SUNRISE), Sotsu

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2011 Spain GP3 Series round 2 — Mark Webber with Mitch Evans (MW Arden) during Saturday Qualifying, 21st May 2011 (📷Alastair Staley/GP3 Media)

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[Loser's Bracket] Round 2 Bracket 11

[injailoutsoongato]

Sean Strickland

MW (Middleweight) Division + UFC 297

My honest reviews on the fight as of today was :

Dricus Du plessis during the first R1-R2, was mostly him and Strickland kind of just the jabs n shi, not much happened during it which reminded me of Sean’s fight with Adesanya which wasn’t all that good except R1 where Strickland lands a knock down to Adesanya. In Round 1 Du plessis did seem hurt, his eye got a swelling, his left eye I guessed.

Round 1 to 2 Strickland wins, R3 the tables turned and Du plessis kept advancing with the takedowns and getting up on the significant strikes. As much as I didn’t like du plessis and liked Sean more, it just really felt like Sean was sort of holding back or he felt off during the fight. There was a lot of hype during the conference. And overall the fight but this was my opinion and if anyone else thinks otherwise it’s all fine.

Round 3 was when Strickland did get cut in the brow and maybe at the end of round 2 was when Dricus landed some shot towards stricklands eye. R4 and R5 were no other. Arguably Dricus won R3-4-5 and landed more strikes and the take downs, plus he injured Sean. Both did good. But Sean got cut in the head and the slight (swelling)? Near his eye and etc..

A lot say Sean got robbed. I would say yeah, at the almost end of R5 he did start landing a few hits but mostly missed and it was kind of too late and Dricus won and now he’s the champ, so R1-R2 Sean wins. But then Dricus really pulled a 180

Now with Dricus being the champ as of current. A lot were speculating that Alex Pereira or Khamzat were coming back to fight Dricus. I doubt Pereira would come fight Dricus. But if he did, good luck. That would be the shortest championship reign in MW history despite the fact you JUST won it. Khamzat winning the belt from Dricus. If that happens I’m not so sure anyone is gonna take the belt from khamzat. He’s gonna wipe the floor with half the middleweight division is what I think and it’s just gonna take so long to dethrone Khamzat. A fan of the Borz here 🫡

But what do you think? I am upset that Strickland lost. Same way I felt when Tony lost to Paddy :(

[havockingboo]

As someone who wants to make a Monkey Wrench OC but don’t got many ideas, what’s your method for making one?

There are a bunch of tips i could give for this that you can take away from

1) Be inspired!! Take inspiration from favorite characters you like, study the parts of their designs that really appeal to you. Listen to music! You’ll be surprised how much you can just create a character from just a song alone

2) Play around with shapes, triangles, squares, circles lol i try my best to give my characters a lot of shapes (ex: Zahari is FILLED with triangular, rectangular shapes, Vivek circular shapes, Juno square shaped body along with some oval shapes)

3) Do not be afraid to get messy on the first rounds of exploring your character. Play around with the proportions, what’s something that could make then stand out, just go wild. the MW universe is vast where anyone can look like anything. I’ve seen so so many creative designs that I’m just so blown away, it inspires me to really push my own designs hehe

4) Study color palettes, you could literally create a character just from that alone. It took a lot of trial and error to really get my fellas to really pop

5) Have fun. seriously! It’s wonderful to remember you’re creating something for yourself, something new to you

And that’s the Havoc Ted Talk on how to create a character!

[bacon-sandwich-of-dionysus]

I swear I mean this in the best way possible but Ghost from CoD: MW 2 lowkey reminds of my primary school PE teacher lmaoo. Again, I swear I mean this in the best way possible!

Like my PE teacher would absolutely make you do laps like the sick bastard he was but he'd also get to school early and let some kids have a round of football in the morning before the day began, even joining in on a few games. I was surrounded by a lot of kids who had parents working full time or multiple jobs and therefore, had to be dropped off early at school, so this guy would keep them happy and busy by letting them blow off some steam in a round of football.

That's the kinda guy I feel Ghost is: an underpaid, grumpy PE teacher who would absolutely put you through hell with a bleep test, but would also go the extra mile so you could squeeze in a game of football or 'foxes and farmers' before the school day began.

What I'm tryna say is the man is scary but he's also nice... in a weird, stern way.

There's layers here. There's layers.

And yes, you can't tell me Ghost doesn't give you "underpaid, overworked PE teacher energy" because he absolutely fucking does.

Ghost is a PE teacher deep down.

*The resigned defeat on this man's face is exactly what I saw when my PE teacher watched me seriously injure myself whilst doing a roly poly in Year 5 gymnastics.*

[liliansun]

day 35/365 of haechan~

It's a door dating game! (and for those who don't know what the fuck that is or need a booster of the 'rules' i'll explain - there will be 18 rounds in total - 6 in this ask - you just need to pick ONE photo each round and that will result in an idol/situation....)

BUT FIRST - our complimentary starter of haechan

THIS IS PART 2 AND IT'S SAUCY SO IF YOU ARE A CHILD (THAT'S EVERYONE UNDER THE AGE OF 18 I SUGGEST YOU LOOK ELSEWHERE x)

god i love this outfit and i realised looking into haechan pictures is like a minefield so i did as best I could

CAN'T WALK THE NEXT DAY BECAUSE OF HIM

(your favourite male body part)

2. HIS KINKS

(pick a sexy haechan)

3. YOUR SNEAKY LINK

(makeup - i know nothing about it but it's pretty)

4. THREESOME WITH

(some actors i'm obsessed with - others i am somewhat gatekeeping and i lowkey feel like one should be replaced....oh well he can be my little secret)

5. FRIENDS WITH BENEFITS

(cool room aesthetics)

6. SUGAR BABY YOU WANT TO SPOIL ROTTEN

(tattoos - admittedly some i'd never in a million years get but i still find them cute)

GOOD NIGHT LILAC

<3

#1 IS DEF GONNA BE 1 FOR ME,, maybe it’s bc it’ll help me forget it’s a man 😭

#2 is DEF GONNA BE 3 for me,, I was struggling between 1 and 3 but 3 is EATINF MW ALIVE.

#3 is gonna be 2 for me,, 9 is also so cute but 2 just kept calling me 🤕

#4 is gonna be 9,, he is staring at me and I’m scared but I like it 😭

#5 is def 5,, I was gonna choose 6 but there’s something about 5 that’s just,, home?

#6 IS 2 BC I WANT RHAT SO BAD OIKE

ALSO GOODNIGHT NIWA

[mykneeshurt]

Haunted part 8

I’ve just finished Modern Warfare remastered haha Captain Price was cold as fuck in that. Now I’m trying to play Warzone and I’m so shit lmfao why can’t we just have death match etc like in the 2009 version. Ffs. I don’t have a clue what I’m meant to do. Amerika explain?

Anyway! Here’s part 8! Enjoy the gif from MW. Not my gif x

Warnings - blood, gore, violence, injury

Part 9

4 days had passed and you hadn’t heard a thing, not a whisper. You expected this, the intel was huge and they had a monumental task a head of them. But still it made you worry. The members of Los Vaqueros had treated you like royalty, you’d managed to get a few to teach you some Spanish swear words. You even taught them some Welsh ones in return.

With nothing happening they took you around their training course, helping you streamline your firearm skills further. Their knowledge was invaluable and you were so grateful they took this time to help you. The day had been long and strenuous so you retired to the showers and let the hot water flow over you. Hoping the boys were safe.

Outside a storm had started raging, thick heavy rain lashed down as thunder and lightening rattled the sky. You always loved storms when you were younger, how the lightening stretched and danced across the sky. How the thunder rattled your chest and formed goosebumps on your skin. Stepping out of the shower the air still felt thick, a warm draft blew through the barracks. But something within you felt un easy. Something felt … off?

Quickly getting dressed you threw your dirty clothes onto the cot and pulled a loose fitted t-shirt over your vest. The lights went out. Shit. Where was everyone? Out of the corner of your eye you saw a flashlight illuminating the outside of the opposite building. Giving in to your gut instinct you ducked and rolled under the cot, stifling your breathing with your hand. ‘Need to find their medic, saw a couple of other stragglers come by here too.’ What accent was that? American? Fuck is going on?

Footsteps outside the building distracted them ‘eyes on Los Vaqueros! Three of em, assistance required. Over.’ They’re rounding everyone up?! What the fuck? And they’ve mentioned you by name, no doubt they’ll tear this place apart looking for you. Need to make a run for it.

Slowly shimmying out from under the cot you reached into your bag and pulled out your knife and Glock. Safety off, and added 2 more clips of ammo in your pockets. Taking in a deep breath you slowly raised to your knees, then to your feet. Only the flood lights of the compound remained on, must be a back up generator. Everything else was thrust into darkness. Staying crouched you moved your way to the door of the barracks. Poking your head out, the rain seemed to be coming down harder than before. You weren’t too far from the gate. All you needed to do was get clear.

As you were about to make a run for it the flash of gun muzzles and the sounds of gun shots rang out. It came from the direction of the gate. Fuck. Feeling your stomach drop the adrenaline hit you like a tidal wave. You steadied your breath, maybe you could make it to the office. Radio through to Price and let him know what the fuck is going on. Little did you know Ghost, Alejandro and Soap were having their own problems.

Ducking back into the shadows for cover you managed to creep through another two barracks, taking you somewhat closer to the main building. As you were about to enter an office building one of the assailants took up post right outside the door. Taking your opportunity you stood up and drove your knife deep into his neck. Your detailed knowledge of anatomy giving you the advantage. Kicking the back of his knee he collapsed onto the floor bringing him to a more comfortable height for you. Pulling his head backwards to bend his neck you pulled the knife along his throat. His blood vessels being closer to the surface allowed for a cleaner cut. Hot crimson liquid poured out of the gash along his neck, as his vocal choked bubbled trying to shout for help.

Dumping him on the floor you kicked the lifeless body over … the Shadow Company insignia?! What the fuck. This is huge. You thought they had been working with you?Scurrying across the court yard and into the office you took cover behind a flipped over desk. It was crawling with Shadows, all of them looking for any stragglers they missed. Flashlights lit up the adjacent room, sliding under one of the desks you watched and bided your time. ‘Heard the one with the Mohawk and Ghost mask got away. Glad I’m not in town, don’t wanna bump into them.’ Shit. So it was them who were outside the gate? Your heart hurt at the thought of them being hurt. ‘Yeah, but got the colonel though, Graves is takin’ him to the prison complex with the others’ another Shadow replied.

Graves? That slimy bastard.

With those two moving on you came out of your hiding spot and made your way to the back of the offices. ‘SHIT MAN DOWN, do you copy?! MAN DOWN!’ They’d found the Shadow you’d disposed of earlier. It’s now or never, making a run for it across the court yard the rain saturated your clothes. You dodged the light of the flood lights trying to stay hidden. When a searing pain ran through your calf muscle. You smashed into the wet concrete, rolling on to your back you saw a Shadow in the window. You raised your Glock and fired managing to hit them in the chest. ‘Shots fired! Shots fired!’

You frantically tried to crawl to the office steps, a trail of watery blood behind you. Mixing in with the rainwater like an oil slick. Footsteps pounded behind you, trying to stay focused on the steps you shot blindly behind you. Desperately trying to put some distance between you. That’s when another shot ran out and white hot pain seared through your right shoulder. Screaming out in pain you tried to rise to your feet. Your leg giving out beneath you. ‘Well well, what do we have here?’ A familiar voice pricked your ears. A foot hooked underneath your torso rolling you over, bringing you face to face with Graves himself.

‘Found em boys. Bring over the car.’ He commended into his radio. ‘Don’t fuckin’ touch me Graves.’ You spat, blood slowly leaking out of you. ‘Looks like I’m gonna have to sweetheart. Got some questions I wanna ask yah’ he said as he bent down grabbing your chin. Gathering the strength you had left you spat in his face ‘Fuck. You.’ He let out a low chuckle as he slammed the but of his gun into your temple ‘General Sheppard sends his regards.’

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A pounding thump in your head slowly brought you round, opening your eyes you were met with a bright white light. Squinting you tried to make out where you were, it wasn’t anywhere you knew. Trying to move your arms you found they were bound behind you, your ankles also bound to the legs of the chair. Shit. ‘Wakey wakey, eggs and bakey’ a male voice hummed out. They came and stood in front of the light, finally allowing your eyes some rest from the harsh light. ‘Where am I?’ You finally managed to ask. ‘Right where I want you.’

‘What do you want Graves?’ You panted, ‘I’m a fuckin medic, I don’t know anything.’

‘No, I think you do. You been working with 141 for two years, you know how they think, how they move. I wanna know where they’d go, and you’re gonna help me.’

‘Why the fuck would I help you?’ You sneered. ‘Because you got 10 seconds till you find out the difference between the military … and me.’

‘I see no difference, both look like piles of shit to me.’ You smirked.

‘A medic and a comedian I see’ he seethed as he grabbed your jaw forcing you to look at him. His grip was tight and forceful.

Using his other hand his pushed his thumb into the wound on your shoulder, causing you to you groan in pain. ‘Pretty moan you got there sweetheart. Wonder how many times I can get you to moan before you give me what I want.’ You squirmed underneath his touch ‘I’ll fucking kill you Graves, you piece of shit.’ He pressed his thumb in deeper, this time ripping a scream from you. ‘I don’t know anything! Please … I don … I don’t know!’ But it fell on deaf ears. You struggled to catch your breath from the pain, you knew you always needed to tell the truth in hostage situations. But what do you do if you genuinely didn’t know anything?

‘Shhh shhh shhhhh’ he cooed, wiping away a single tear that adorned your cheek with his thumbs. ‘You’re too pretty to cry, but I do like the sound of you begging.’ You jerked your head away from his touch, trying desperately to compose yourself. In for a penny, in for a pound you thought. ‘Please Graves, please’ you begged ‘I don’t know anything, they’ve kept everything quiet. I don’t know where they would go.’ You pleaded with him, with your voice, your eyes, your entire soul. Just to get out of here. ‘Fine. Take her to a cell, they’ll come looking for her and come straight to us. I need to get back to HQ, gotta speak to Sheppard.’

He signalled to two of his guards who came in and released you, throwing you over their shoulder. The pain from your shoulder was indescribable, you could feel your body going into shock. Your head bobbed up and down as you were carried to a cell. ‘Cariño!’ A muffled voice yelled. Slowly lifting your head up you caught a glimpse of Alejandro being moved to another cell. ‘Alejandro!’ You called out. Not that he could do much, he was restrained into a cell by 2 heavy armoured guards.

Hearing a heavy door open behind you, you braced yourself as you were thrown to the ground. The contact winding you. As you fought to catch your breath you managed to say a final fuck you to the guards. Managing to get to your feet you took in your surroundings, must be the prison. Thick cell door, barred windows, the works. How the fuck were you gonna get out of here. For now you had to tend to your wounds as best you could. Ripping a strip of cotton off your t-shirt you tied it around the gun shot wound to your calf. Thank fuck it was a through and through.

The shoulder wound not so lucky, bullet was still in there. Cleaning your hands as best you could with rain water pouring in from outside, you dug into the wound. Biting down onto a piece of wood you found in the cell aided in stifling the pain filled moans. Your nimble fingers felt around for the bullet, with no such luck. Taking in some deep breaths to try and lower your heart rate you dug in again. This time you pushed deeper into the firm walls of muscle until you could finally feel the metal beneath your fingertip. Using your nail you managed to slowly pick at the bullet, dislodging it and bringing it to the surface. The ping of metal on the floor echoed around the empty cell as you were finally able let out the breath you’d been holding.

Curling up in the corner you tried to get comfortable, knowing you needed rest. You were gonna need all your energy to get out of here alive. You hoped and prayed to any god that would listen that Ghost and Soap were ok.