#nova cod

[sapphyrnidae]

that iconic lord of the rings drawing except make it call of duty

gaz has to be in the carrier because he’s the one who keeps falling out of helicopters 

[charliemwrites]

SpecGru au part 9!! (Getting back into the groove of it, but happy to be writing for it again!)

Content: safe/sane/consensual sexual content - fingering (reader receiving)

You wake up warm, in the dark. Pleasantly drowsy and heavy.

There’s a big body behind you, a line of muscle and heated skin. It takes a moment to remember it’s not your captain behind you, but your Nitko, snoring softly against the nape of your neck. He’s cuddled you in close and tight, a thick arm tight around your waist, wrist nestled between your breasts. His hand, broad and calloused, is curled lightly against your collarbone.

His arm is under your head, a perfect plush pillow. You run your thumb over the ruined tattoo wrapping his forearm. He says it used to be a skull, but you can’t ever make out the design with the heavy scarring interrupting the ink.

“любовь,” he rasps into your ear.

You press back against him, twist your head to kiss the lax muscle beneath your head. The change in your breathing must have awoken him. He squeezes you a bit tighter for a moment, feeling like an oversized teddy bear. You smile, realize he can feel it when he puffs with amusement.

“детеныш,” he murmurs, lips brushing tender skin.

You sigh, try to dig your voice out of slumber, but it’s slow to come these days. Even when you haven’t had a bad night, you have trouble speaking in the morning. None of your team minds – but especially not Nikto, who hardly ever speaks more than a handful of sentences a day.

For a while, the two of you doze, breaths sinking, enjoying the time darkness before daylight heralds the return of his mask. You don’t mind it, of course, respect his need for privacy and protection, his discomfort with the scars of his torture. But you won’t feel guilty for enjoying the rare access to his mouth, either.

His fingertips begin to trace over the curve of your collarbone, a featherlight caress that makes you shiver. Eventually his palm travels up to your throat, cradles you there, thumb against your quickening pulse. Not gripping or restraining. Just holding, measuring. You tilt your chin back to give him access, finally manage a soft hum against his palm.

“Can I take care of you?” he asks.

“Hmm?”

You almost mourn the loss of his hand on your throat as it maps down your bare body. But then it stops at the soft hair of your pussy, curling almost playfully. You inhale softly, a thrill jolting through your stomach, sinking low and simmering in your gut.

“пожалуйста,” you whisper.

You’re already warm and wet for him, know it as soon as guides your thigh up and over his own. Leftover pleasure from your private time with the captain and a night with your ass cradled against Nikto’s pelvis. You grind back against him now, feel the delicious bulge of his cock parting your cheeks.

He hushes you, peppering kisses along the line of your neck. “Relax. Let me take care of you.”

You stop pushing back against him, making your body go lax and compliant again. He murmurs praise against your skin, a single finger dipping into your slit, skating over your slippery, swollen clit. You gasp softly, slumping back against him, spreading your thighs a bit wider.

There’s nothing hurried about it, just a gentle, coaxing pressure and leisurely circles. Almost hypnotic, the novel texture of his finger pad setting your nerves alight. You’re still sensitive from the previous night, melting in his arms as pleasure quickly turns your hazy brain to cotton fuzz. When the pleasure starts to crest, he changes the rhythm, rubbing circles in the opposite direction. Doesn’t stop the climax altogether but delays it, spools it out.

You make a soft noise, not sure if your disappointed by the denial or grateful that he’s drawing the pleasure out. When he’s treating you like this, the build up is just as good as the orgasm itself. You could live forever in moments like this, soft and blurry and riding on a constant thrum of ecstasy.

“Easy, easy,” he soothes, “let me take care of you.”

You squeeze his arm in agreement, moaning softly as he changes the direction again. He sucks gently at the sweet spot behind your ear, nothing that’ll leave a mark – but enough to sweeten the pleasure into something syrupy, dripping from your lips on humid breaths. His pace never changes, never hurries or rushes you to the end. Like he could spend all morning playing with your pussy too. Just lets it build and build…

“Whenever you’re ready, любовь,” he murmurs. “I won’t deny you anything.”

The pleasure crests like sunrise, liquid gold pouring over you. You moan, voice pitching low in your throat, none of the desperate high pitch of the night before. His teeth sink gently into the spot he’s been lavishing. No pain, just a pleasant ache that makes you tingle from head to toe.

Nikto doesn’t stop until you whimper softly, tapping twice at his arm that you’re overstimulated. He stops instantly, eases away, squeezes your hip and thighs until you catch your breath.

“Alright?” he asks.

“A-alright,” you breathe, craning your neck back to receive a languid kiss from his rough lips. “Do you want to…?”

“Not today,” he replies, sparing a moment to adjust himself in his underwear. “Just wanted to be good to you.”

You hum in understanding, wriggling around to press your hands to his scarred chest. “You’re always good to me.”

He hums, drops a lingering kiss on your forehead. “Need help cleaning up?”

“No, love, thank you though,” you murmur. “Should I grab your mask while I’m up?”

“It’s on the dresser.”

“Got it.”

You sneak one last kiss before shuffling out of bed.

--

Price’s arms are crossed tight when Simon files into his office with the rest of the 141. His expression could be carved of stone, jaw tight. There’s no evidence of it, but Simon can tell he’s been pacing. Has the grim look of a mission with shit odds and no backup, but they’ll have to make it work anyway.

“I talked to her captain,” he begins without preamble.

Simon stills, doesn’t acknowledge the guilty glance Johnny shoots him. Gaz audibly swallows and tucks his hands into his pockets.

“He’s agreed not to contact Laswell for an exchange.”

Something in Simon’s chest loosens. If your captain contacts Laswell to get a new team assigned to the mission, it means you’re gone again. Beyond their reach. He could have made peace if he never saw you again. But to have you here, within arm’s reach – even if you can barely look at any of them right now… well, you always saw reason once you got the worst of your feelings out.

Simon knows he’s banking on your forgiving nature, but the 141 was your first team. The fact that you’re still so angry with them means they still mean something to you, even after all this time.

“This needs to be put to rest,” Price continues. “I know we’ve all got bad feelings about what happened, but it can’t keep interfering with the job.”

Johnny and Gaz duck their heads, ashamed. Simon’s own chest twists. In retrospect, throwing his fight with you was stupid and desperate. He had been hoping that a few good swings would soften you up to a real conversation – but he shouldn’t have discounted your pride. Especially when it comes to him.

“He’s agreed to talk to her, see if she’s willing to hash things out with any of us – but under the caveat that we keep it professional.”

He rocks back on his heels, pins them each with a hard look. The kind that promises retribution.

“Whatever you’ve got to say, save it for after hours and hope she doesn’t swing on you. Dismissed.”

Even Johnny is quiet as the three exit Price’s office, a somber frown on his face. Simon doesn’t wait to ask him what he’s thinking; he already knows. Johnny may have put up a haughty front earlier, but eventually his true feelings will surface. The hurt and guilt, the confusion and fear. He and Gaz loved you in a way Simon couldn’t manage. Even if you’re still pissed, Johnny’s such an earnest sort that you’ll soften to him eventually.

Same with Gaz. Forgiveness is a light at the end of that particular tunnel.

It’s a coin toss for Price, your poker face is especially blank when it comes to him.

But for Simon…

Simon’s made peace for a long time that there’s little redemption for him. On Earth or anywhere else. With you… at the very least you deserve an explanation, even if it doesn’t absolve him of anything. You should know that his intentions were never to have you removed, by your own volition or otherwise.

Maybe he wasn’t too far off with the initial idea – let you get the anger out. He’s the one that deserves it, not Johnny or Gaz or even Price, really. Went about it the wrong way, maybe, but not a bad idea all around.

So, he doesn’t make the turn to the 141 barracks. He pivots instead for the SpecGru hall.

It’s quiet, all the doors closed, with no indication of who is staying in which rooms. But Simon doesn’t need it. He knows that yours is the third door down on the right, across from Russ.

He pauses outside, stares at the cheap woodgrain as he loads words like bullets.

Raises his hand to knock, knuckles white beneath his gloves—

“Daddy!”

He freezes. Denial flares hot and bright for a moment, a desperate hope that he didn’t actually hear that. But then it comes again, that desperate, needy pitch he remembers on his weakest, loneliest nights—

“D-daddy!” your voice slithers out from beneath another door, wraps around Simon’s throat and strangles him. A hitched moan follows, one that he knows from experience means you’re out of your mind on pleasure.

And it’s like his mind is working against him, because he picks up the little, damning noises he didn’t notice before. The obscene slap of skin on skin, the deeper, quieter cadence of a man’s voice. It only takes a moment to recognize it as your captain’s, the rasp of it unmistakable, even if individual words are inaudible.

Simon feels his stomach curdle and sink, chest burning with something he can’t identify. Anger? Jealousy? Shame? He can’t figure it out – not right now, right here. With the sound of your impending climax making you louder and louder, clawing memories from his brain. A life he should have had with you, a relationship he never had the strength to acknowledge.

He turns on his heel and storms away, almost shoulder-checking Nova on his way.

--

Nova greets you rosy and bright at breakfast later that morning, a coffee for you already in hand. It’s such a sweet gesture that you can’t help yourself. You curl an arm around her waist and kiss her, licking the taste of too-sweet tea from her lips. Your precious girl.

“Morning, pretty thing,” you hum.

There’s a blush blooming high in her cheeks as she pecks your nose. “Mornin,’ babes. Made it right?”

You accept the mug from her, take a quick sip. Not too hot, just the right amount of cream and sugar – you even catch a hint of cinnamon, her calling card for your drinks.

“Perfect,” you reply, kissing her forehead, “thank you, love.”

She hums, sends you off to Keegan and your captain with a little pat on the ass. You sit at the table with a warm greeting, leaning into Keegan when he curls an arm around your shoulders. In the kitchenette, Nova and Nikto are exchanging their own good mornings, a sly grin on her face as she teases him.

“Here, baby,” your captain calls, sliding a plate of pastries your way. “You haven’t eaten since dinner.”

You tuck into a muffin while he and Keegan continue chatting – sounds like they’re discussing plans for the day. Training schedules and dealing with the 141. It’s too early for you to be bothered by talk of your former teen, so you just listen quietly, enjoying your breakfast. Nova takes a seat beside you, snuggling in extra close with her thigh against yours.

“How was your sleepover with the cap last night?” you ask.

“Cozy. We watched one of Keegan’s true crime docs,” she replies happily. “Missed you and Nik, though.”

You smile, knock your knee lightly into hers. “How about you and I start that new season of Doctor Who tonight? I’ll do your hair while we’re at it.”

She lights up. “Yeah? It’s a date.”

She flicks a glance over your shoulder, you turn and catch Keegan watching you both, eyes half-lidded. Fond, warm. With the mask, he can be inscrutable to others, but you know how to read the light in his eyes. Never knew you could understand someone so well when they want you to know them.

You only realize that Ghost was there in the doorway when you notice the dark flicker of him walking away.

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[numberonecodwomenfan]

im going crazy thinking about my idea for a cod women roller derby au

i play roller derby and i literally just finished practice so its fresh in my brain rn

also theyre all on the same team because i want them to be besties ok

laswell is the captain of the glam grenades (yes i know the name is corny, derby team names usually are lmaoo), and her wife coaches the corresponding junior team. laswell’s derby name is watcher, and her number is 01. she usually plays as a blocker, but she’ll pivot sometimes.

farah is almost solely a jammer. her derby name is farah scare-‘em (which again, i know its corny but all derby names are 😭). she’s a speed DEMON, and she’s insane at jumps. if she’s jamming against you, you’re barely even gonna land a hit on her. she’s jumping around on her toe stops and squeezing around blockers like she’s dancing. alex goes to all of the team’s practices and bouts, and he’s practically drooling the whole time like “holy shit thats my badass girlfriend”

valeria is usually a pivot. her name is slammin’ scorpion (referencing that one line where alejandro calls her a scorpion 🤭), and when i say slammin, i mean it. shes one of those blockers that gets penalties constantly. she is VICIOUS. she send jammers flying when she hits them. she has a lot of pent up anger, ok? god forbid a woman has hobbies.

roze is a blocker for sure. she’s sturdy as hell and it takes a lot to take her down. her derby name is ragin’ roze and shes a bad bitchhhh!!! i like to think shes pretty tall, so sneaking around her is a no go with those long legs. she also seems like the type to manhandle her teammates a lot. like if the jammer is moving to the opposite side, shes yelling “out!” and just yanking the other blockers over.

callisto is a blocker too. she prefers to play as a point because she’s a control freak, and while she trusts her teammates, she prefers to be able to see the jammer. this is a really stupid joke but i think it would be funny if her derby name was lady liberty because she’s from france and moved to the US lmaoo

i feel like stiletto’s derby name would just be stiletto. its cool enough on its own lmao. she also gives blocker to me, and i feel like shes the type to get penalties a lot and then get insubordination penalties for giving the refs sass.

nova feels like a jack of all trades to me. i think her derby name would be nova, and i feel like she would be one of those players that just throws caution to the wind and charges in with no hesitation.

kleo is greek and i also imagine her to be pretty tall, so i think her derby name would be something like amazon lol. i feel like shed be a pretty aggressive blocker. she is NOT letting that jammer past, so much so that she sometimes gets stop block penalties.

uhh yeah thats all the brainrot i have lmao. i might draw them 😏😏

[cariadlovescodwomen]

listen, i get it, i really do, i get that there is a lot more male characters in the game to obsess over, buy could ya please acknowledge the women? pretty please?

i’m scared of annoying people with repeating myself so much, but this is my blog??? 😭 i’ll post about this as much as i want, lmfao

i love them so much that it’s killing me, or the lack of content for them is

re-reading the same four headcanons, two fanfics, non-stop checking one blog over and over again

i’m happy for ghost/soap/price/könig stans… i am not at all envious… not at all… (but why do some of you guys exclude gaz from 141 stuff??)

i’m fed when it comes to valeria, thankfully, but that’s about it (any cod writers that write for valeria, kate, and farah, i love you so much, but i’m way too scared to ever make an ask, even anonymously)

(does anyone else’s social anxiety extend to the internet?? i find posting these things incredibly nerve-racking, i could never ask a STRANGER ON THE INTERNET to maybe write something for me)

[blu3-ja3]

Okay! So I've done a bit more thinking and digging around, I kinda forgot that warzone existed and has existing characters. Like I was aware of it vaguely in the corner but never really thought to look more into it. Then I got curious about König's character and which game he was from only to learn about the entire warzone roster.

Yes I've never touched Warzone despite playing COD. I mostly played the story campaigns or Zombies because I've never actually owned a cod game I've played my friends game. I've never actually played the mw3 remake because me and said cod friend stopped hanging out after quarantine.

So all this to say I've read a bit about Nova and really liked her! And canonically speaking she would be interacting with the 141 unlike König if I've read the lore right. I believe König and the 141 are on the opposite sides? But then again so is Graves and I wrote an interaction between those two so who knows! Anyways...

O'CONNOR! The absolute lesbian that she is! Would totally crush on Nila, I mean come on you have to be blind to not think she's pretty! And from what I've read regarding her lore she's very thoughtful and persistent! So my brain immediately started brewing up ideas about the two ladies and their dynamics.

I think O'Connor and Nila would be aware of each other, never really interacting but have heard of each other through mutuals. I'm thinking initially some of Nila's team interacted with the 141. It would mostly be the sergeants from both teams interacting together. Like Roach, Soap, and Gaz would hang out with Nova's team even after Gaz becomes 2nd Lieutenant.

Like Gaz, Soap, and Roach hang around some of the 41 Company (Nila's team) when on base. So yeah the two know of each other but haven't interacted in any capacity beyond maybe a little nod of acknowledgement when passing each other on base.

That is until a mission goes south leaving O'Connor and a very injured Ghost to be the only ones to return to base. O'Connor is effectively placed into the role of captain of rescuing her team. Laswell immediately suggested Lieutenant Nila Brown and 41 Company or something to help with the retrieval of Price, Soap, Gaz and Roach.... So yeah I'm writing it! ENJOY!

It was supposed to be a simple mission, they were split into 3 teams. Alpha Team: Price and Sanderson were on exfill; they were to get transportation out the base and to be ready to leave. Bravo Team: Garrick and MacTavish were to find as much information regarding the ultranationalist, who they have as targets, and any future plans. Charlie Team: Riley and O'Connor were to go into the leader's quarters to learn of weapons and what they know of Makarov's situation and location. In and out, simple and clean. No bodies only silence.

They shouldn't have continued once they notice the sudden changes in patrols and perimeters, but the only way for them to get out of there was in that base. So they went through with the mission, it was their only course of action.

It all went to shit fast after getting the information, the other two teams were busted and rapidly being swarmed while waiting for Charlie. Riley was shot three times; two right lower abdomen and one upper left shoulder. Carrying the lieutenant made O'Connor slower and she made a decision, she told them to leave. And they did, Price ordered O'Connor to find a vehicle and get out, to find them...

O'Connor isn't sure if she regrets making that call. She knows the rest of the team was shot down, she knows that at least 3 of them parachuted out. She knows that MacTavish was able to make contact with her before their signal was jammed. O'Connor has hope, she knows they're alive, that she can get to them. But the current colonel isn't sending anyone to look for them.

"What the feck do you mean?! My men are still out there, Colonel!" O'Connor slammed her hands down onto the desk as she stood.

She was called into the office soon after O'Connor arrived on base, driving like a bat out of hell to the facility making the two day trip back to base a one day trip. As soon as Simon was taken away for medical treatment O'Connor jumped into action. She started pulling soldiers preparing a rescue team to go into the woodlands of the Russian Taigas only to be stopped and forced into the stupid conversation she's having now.

"With all due respect Captain O'Connor your men are dead. If the crash didn't kill them, the elements and wildlife would have, and if that didn't then the enemy search teams would... Your goal now is to remember the fallen, gather a new team and complete the mission. Am I understood?" The american colonel smiled at O'Connor with the most condescending smile on his lips.

"With all due respect Colonel" O'Connor mocks his southern accent. "If you bothered to read our files that were provided to you, then you'd know that those men have survived odds much worse than those. So no I won't remember them as fallen. If at least one of them is alive I want to recover them, and radio contact is proof of life for at least one!" O'Connor glared at the man where he sat, not once looking up from the papers on his.

"That's an order Captain, do not force my hand and claim insubordination from you..." The man glanced up at her before waving her out.

As soon as O'Connor's hand touched the nob of the door the Colonel's voice rang out, "I'll even be nice and give you some time to visit with Lieutenant Riley before you go out... You've got until tomorrow morning Captain."

O'Connor tensed before leaving the office, doing her best not to slam the door as she pulled it closed behind her. O'Connor quickly made her way across the small base towards the medical bay. She was informed that Simon would recover, nothing vital being hit or damaged miraculously. She stepped into Simon's room, surprised to see the man awake. She quickly tossed him a cleaner mask and turned away from the man.

"No need for that Doc, but I appreciate the sentiment." Simon's voice was strained even if he was trying to hide it.

"I respect you too much to assume anything Shade," After Simon gives her the all clear O'Connor turns to sit down next to the medical bay bed. She started to rub her eyes trying to figure out what to do next.

"We're going after them right?" Simon's voice drew O'Connor's eyes up to him.

"No... You're staying here Lieutenant." O'Connor sighs before continuing. "This colonel thinks that they're dead, he wants me to forget going after them and to finish the mission..." O'Connor looks down at her hands as they ball into fists in her lap.

"You're not going to are you?" Simon leans back from his sitting position, groaning as he moves.

"No, I could care less about finishing the mission..." O'Connor glared at her hands before continuing. "If it was Price here, he'd be able to convince that colonel to go after them but I don't have his silver tongue..."

"So what's your plan Captain?" Simon and O'Connor looked up as there was a knock at the door. Simon yelled out to enter. A familiar woman entered the room, if O'Connor remembers correctly her name and rank; Lieutenant Nila Brown.

"I'm looking for you Captain O'Connor, do you have a moment?" She stepped in and stood at attention.

"No need for that Lieutenant. Aye, I've got a moment what do you need?" Nila closed the door before turning back towards the two sitting figures.

"I want to help recover the 141, Captain..." O'Connor cringes a bit before holding up a hand to stop Nila.

"Please, call me Doc... I'm not comfortable being called Captain off field... I didn't go to medical school for nothing." O'Connor looked towards Simon before looking back at Nila.

"I had a hunch you were Doctor O'Connor, I didn't think we had two O'Connor's on base... Anyways Doc, I know your team is still out there and you're being sent out back tomorrow to complete the original operation..." Nila's smile was confident as O'Connor gave her a nod of affirmation, ignoring the butterflies in her chest.

"Listen take my team with you, if not all of them then at least me."

"Why the sudden interest?" Simon's voice rumbled through the room.

"I was sent by Laswell to find and help you recover your team. I was waiting outside Colonel Autumn's Office when Dr. O'Connor was with him... I know that the wanker isn't going to bother looking for even bodies to retrieve. Take some of us with you, split us into two teams. That information is mostly likely long gone now but if we can recover your team there's a chance that they still have what we're looking for yeah?" O'Connor nodded looking towards Simon who nodded once. She trusted the lieutenant's judgement, if he was comfortable then so was she.

So the next morning O'Connor gathered a team as the colonel instructed. Once out of briefing and into the field O'Connor relayed the slight alteration of the plan. They were going to be in 2 teams, O'Connor and Nila would be splitting to search for the 141. Everyone else would be under Laswell's command and their team leader. A new lieutenant and his two sergeants, one Lieutenant Russ and the Walker brothers.

(Recently watched someone play through COD Ghosts for the first time and I missed the boys)

Nila and O'Connor got to work immediately. Once in the area O'Connor last made contact with Soap they began to move towards the crash site. By the time they'd found it they'd receive word from the infiltration team that the compound had been left abandoned.

"That's a good thing, they wouldn't have sent a search party for your men Doc..." Nila spoke as she continued looking around the crash sight. O'Connor relaxed a bit but kept her head on a swivel. Nila eventually found boot prints moving towards the east, back towards their base of operation.

"So... You have an actual medical degree." Nila asked as they followed the boot tracks.

"Yeah, I was doing a desk job while raising my son... It was too slow for me so I figured I'd at least go to school. The military was all too happy to pay for my medical degree and specialization." O'Connor was half paying attention to the conversation as she moved through the forest, Nila placing markers along their path. She knows she's coming off as uninterested but in that moment O'Connor couldn't care less.

O'Connor was worried as another trail had started following the boot trail, it was liquid and all O'Connor's fears were confirmed as the duo came across a murky red puddle of blood and melted snow. O'Connor didn't notice herself freezing up until a hand touched her shoulder.

"We'll find them Doc..." O'Connor nodded as she kept pushing forwards.

They kept moving through the woodlands, O'Connor only stopping to put on her jacket as it got colder. They ate quickly before O'Connor was up again pushing onwards. When they started down the trails the sun was just coming up over the horizon, now O'Connor had a flashlight out following the trail of blood and boot prints.

"It's getting darker, we should sto-" O'Connor grabbed Nila by her arm pulling her back away from a steep ravine edge. It was well hidden, you wouldn't notice it until you were right on top of it.

O'Connor used the light to check both to the right and left of the ravine for the continuation of the boot prints. She looked down into the ravine when she couldn't find any. There was a groove of someone falling down alongside ruts from people following after.

O'Connor didn't hesitate jumping down into the ravine, keeping her balance as she slid down the mud and gravel ravine walls. Once she reached the bottom she turned towards Nila, shining the light towards her and gesturing for her to stay there. O'Connor watched as Nila looked towards something to the left of O'Connor. Before O'Connor could ask what she saw she felt the cool press of a knife to her neck.

"You couldn't just walk around the damn thing could ya?" The familiar voice of Kyle Garrick in O'Connor's ear behind her.

"Wait! Gaz! It's me!" O'Connor reached for the hood, tossing it back to reveal more of herself.

"Jesus Doc, we nearly gutted you!" MacTavish's voice came from in front of her as what O'Connor thought was a rock moved revealing Roach and Soap both armed.

"Where's John?" O'Connor rushed towards them as she was released.

"Over here Maeve!" The strained voice of John Price called out from her left. Wasting no time she began to check the men over as she moved towards Price.

Roach, covered in filth, was limping heavily not putting much pressure on his left leg. Soap and Gaz had a few cuts on them from what she could see as very dirty. As she approached Price, O'Connor had to fight back tears. The man looked like death, pale and dirty; cleaner than the other three men but still dirty.

His left pant leg had one of the men's jackets wrapped around it tightly, she assumes Roach's. O'Connor could see the crimson red staining it darker. She moved towards him, not removing the jacket as she began to untie the clothing and started to pact the wound better before wrapping it and securing it. O'Connor began barking orders, having Nila secure a rope and helping get everyone out of the ravine.

"Lieutenant Russ? We've found my men are you still at the compound?" O'Connor asked into radio hoping she was in range.

"Copy that Captain O'Connor, we're leaving the compound now. Not much recovered but we've got what we could find." O'Connor is carrying Price back the way they came, thankful for Nila marking their path back with reflective flags.

They kept moving, the last bits of the sun slowly disappearing. O'Connor removed her jacket tossing it towards Roach who had nothing to help with the cold before she was lifting Price again carrying him in a bridal carry. Nila and Soap traded so now Nila was helping Roach maneuver through the woods. They make it to the wreckage of the helicopter before stopping.

"Everyone good? We're at the last push just a bit further from here," O'Connor had Price click her receiver on her radio. "Lieutenant Russ, we're about 30 minutes out."

They continued moving and finally saw the vehicles sitting idle. The rest of the team had departed leaving only Keegan, Logan, and Hesh at the trucks. Once they spotted the little troop the three men instantly jumped into action helping where they could.

"Captain O'Connor, we've received word from Colonel Autumn... He's not very happy with you from the sounds of it." Hesh informed O'Connor as she climbed into the back hatch of one of the trucks. She helped Hesh maneuver Price into a more comfortable position.

"He can deal with it, we recovered the information they had as well as my men... I don't see what's the problem." O'Connor didn't look up from where she was working on Price's leg.

"You went against orders, O'Connor?" Price croaked out quietly. O'Connor gripped the man's hand softly squeezing it.

"Of course, you'd do the same for anyone else... Besides Ghost would rip my head off if I came back without everyone..." O'Connor smiled down at the man as they began moving. She rubbed her eyes trying to fight the tears.

Once on base O'Connor gathered all the information the 141 managed to gather before everything went to shit. She left the two groups trusting that the two lieutenants could handle getting everyone settled. As O'Connor left she heard rapid footsteps as Nila appeared at her side.

"You're dismissed, Lieutenant Brown, thank you for your help but this is my punishment to bare," O'Connor looked forwards as she walked through the halls. She was fully prepared for her rank to be stripped from her, this Colonel was known for pulling that a lot.

"With all due respect Doctor O'Connor, we all agreed to the plan." Nila spoke as she stepped in tandem with O'Connor. They stopped outside the Colonel's office before knocking and entering together.

"You have some nerve O'Connor... I directly told you to leave them out there, they were a lost cause. Instead you directly go against my orders and don't even recover what was originally needed! I should court martial your sorry ass" Colonel Autumn was standing back facing away from them.

"Actually sir, I've recovered not only my men but the original data we recovered on our original mission..." O'Connor tossed the small package down onto the table before continuing. "There's three USB sticks in there with everything we could get originally. And sir my men are all still alive and now are home, so go ahead. Court martial me, strip me of my rank, do whatever but just know you. Were. Wrong." O'Connor kept her head high and maintained eye contact with the Colonel. The man's lip twitched before he seemed to deflate and dismissed the two women.

Once they stepped out of the room O'Connor deflated a bit, placing her hand over her heart.

"That was hot..." O'Connor's head whipped towards Nila. O'Connor could feel the blush spreading across her face as her heart continued to pound away in her chest.

"What?! It was! You kept calm and took total control... It was hot!" O'Connor swallowed around nothing as she looked down at the slightly shorter woman.

"Thank you Lieutenant Brown..." Nila rolled her eyes before speaking again.

"It's Nila or Nova, none of this Lieutenant Brown mess." O'Connor felt her stomach drop and her heart did a backflip as Nila smiled up at her.

"I'm sorry I was rude earlier, I promise I'm usually much nicer in conversation when I'm not scared for my men..." O'Connor averted her gaze a bit, feeling slightly ashamed.

"I thought that was hot too! You were so focused and driven. Nothing seemed to sway you from your mission. And you were so focused..." O'Connor blushed even harder as the two women began to walk toward medical. Nila continuing her ranting compliments about O'Connor

"Ah! Well thank you... For the compliment and for your help. I owe you a debt." O'Connor looked at Nila, smiling towards the woman.

"You could take me out for a drink! You could show me how you actually are during conversation, how that sounds?" Nila stopped in front of her as they reached Ghost's room.

"Oh! Um yes a drink would be lovely!" O'Connor felt like she was on fire when Nila smiled at her.

"GREAT! It's a date! See you tomorrow night!" Nila yelled before skipping down the halls of medical.

O'Connor opened the door to find Ghost and the youngest three all together. She stepped in trying desperately will away the blush on her cheeks before the men in the room noticed. Soap and Gaz turn towards O'Connor with knowing grins.

"Where's Price?" O'Connor asked as she moved towards the little group trying to ignore the looks.

"He's getting stitches, he'll be placed in the room next to mine once the prosecutor is done." Simon said as he stopped MacTavish's attempt to help him sit up. O'Connor nodded before turning to Roach.

"How's your leg?" Roach was sitting in a chair as he shrugged.

"What does that mean? Did you not go get checked out Sergeant?" O'Connor's furrowed as she moved towards the man. She now lets her gaze look at all three of the younger soldiers noticing that they're all still dirty.

"Alright, you two go shower and change. Sanderson you come with me after we get you checked out you're doing the same thing!" O'Connor said as she helped Roach stand. When neither of the boys begin to move O'Connor glared at them.

"That's an order boys, now get moving." O'Connor boomed a bit commanding.

"What about Price?" Garrick whispered, O'Connor's shoulders dropped a bit as a smile crept onto her face.

"I'll come get you lads when he's out but in the mean time go take care of yourselves yeah?" O'Connor pats the boys on the back before helping Roach into an empty room and starts working.

After tending to Roach's injuries and sending him off to take a shower, O'Connor did the same. After a shower and a fresh change of clothes O'Connor arrived at Price's room to find everyone there already.

Simon was in a wheelchair chair leaning against MacTavish who was standing behind him. Kyle was sat in a chair holding Price's hand and Sanderson was sitting at the foot of the bed. They all turned towards O'Connor as she entered the room.

"What happened with the Colonel?" Price was immediate to ask once noticing O'Connor.

"Nothing, he got what he wanted and I proved him wrong. There was nothing he could do." O'Connor walked over to Price's side. "Are you okay.... All of you?"

"You came back for us instantly O'Connor, we're fine." Kyle smiles softly at her as O'Connor feels tears start to well up.

"I made the wrong call... If you would have died-" O'Connor drops her head as tears roll down her cheeks.

"But we didn't though, Maevis, we're all here. We're safe and being treated. You made a call and it was the best one at the moment." O'Connor sucked in a breath calming herself a bit more.

They all talk for a bit before the younger men go to eat and sleep, taking Ghost back to his room. O'Connor stays to talk a bit longer quietly filling out a report for Price regarding the mission.

"So... I heard that you were assisted by the commander of the 41 Company? Lieutenant Brown right?" O'Connor looked up for a moment before continuing her writing.

"Yeah, Nila. She managed to convince the new kids to help... The Walker brothers and Lieutenant Keegan Russ, they're effective and quite capable."

"Those three will be going through a trial period with us. Nice to know they work well enough with you... So Nila hmm?"

"Yes what of her, she was kind enough to offer her assistance. She's got a good head on her shoulders, I'm thankful for her help, John." O'Connor continued writing her report on glancing up at Price through her eyelashes.

"Mhm and the date?" O'Connor's hand stopped writing instantly, looking up at him fully.

"We're just getting drinks, John, nothing serious. I wasn't the kindest to her while we were out looking for you and I owe her for helping me... It's nothing more than that. Why the interest?" O'Connor didn't mean to sound so defensive but she couldn't help the tension that eased its way into her shoulders.

"I'm simply curious that's all, Ghost said that the Lieutenant seemed to be pretty smitten with you O'Connor..." Price smiled at O'Connor as the woman began to blush. Price continues his teasing and joking before they fall into comfortable silence and O'Connor finishes her report as well as Price's before turning them in and going to her barracks.

So I'm writing about their date next!

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[that-one-hom0]

More CoD art heres Kleo🩷🫶🫶

Novas here too bc they r gfs :3

[novasintheroom]

Ghost who, under “orders” from his army therapist (and with Price’s encouragement), starts looking around for hobbies when he’s on leave.

Not sure what to do at first. Tries gaming but gets bored of it and the PS4 stays gathering dust in his flat. Plants don’t appeal to him because he won’t be around enough to take care of them. Thinks about knitting, but is a bit too embarrassed to walk into the local craft shop to start making doilies.

Finally goes to the library after seeing a flyer advertising a painting class and thinks, “Hell, why not.”

Shows up in his hoodie, black face mask, and black baseball cap. Gives most of the old ladies attending the painting session a good scare

Until he rolls up his sleeves to avoid getting paint on his good hoodie. Then those old ladies are ogling his forearms and the tattoos painting his skin.

Is very attentive to the hired artist leading the session. Hasn’t got an artistic bone in his body, but dammit, he’s going to report back to his therapist that he tried if it’s the last thing he does.

Two little old ladies, Mrs. Levine and Ruby, pluck up the courage to sit beside him and start chatting him up. Compliments his painting, talk about their grandkids, how one of Ruby’s grandsons is into heavy metal (assuming Ghost is as well). Ghost listens half-heartedly, just trying to get the brown right for the deer he’s putting on paper. They manage to weasel out his name:

“Simon,” he announces gruffly.

“Oh, what a good name,” Mrs. Levine says.

He goes to the next activity as well: polymer clay creations. His hands are big and meaty and he has to take more clay than is probably reasonable to make the little pig he’s got going.

Mrs. Levine and Ruby are there too and sit right next to him to chat with him again. They love his idea of a pig and make a cow and sheep to go with it. When the hired artist comes around to see how everyone’s doing, Mrs. Levine announces that the three of them “have a little farm going” and that “Simon’s the farmhand.”

He's glad he's got his face mask on. He can feel his ears going red at the look the artist gives him.

Again, he’s very attentive to the hired artist, watching her hands carve into the soft clay with her nails to get texture on her dinosaur. He tries to do the same, giving whispy little hairs to his pig. It’s not pretty, but he feels a smidge better about going when it’s all done.

Mrs. Levine and Ruby get more information out of him as time goes on and he attends more activities. Soon their friends join in on the conversation, and Ghost – Simon – is well-known at the library for being the military guy who attends every Saturday when he’s not deployed. The little old ladies love him, even if he “doesn’t say much.” He’s helped them carry their bags of books and crafts to their cars, listens to them prattle on about activities and their aches and pains, and even scared off some hooligans who were trying to disrupt their library activity.

(They’ve all got little old lady crushes on this big man who takes time out of his day to better himself, and they love his dry/dad jokey humor)

(And he won't admit it, but these are his little old ladies now. Clarice brought him brownies that he absolutely devoured when he got back to his flat they were so good, and he can't help but laugh at how often they try to set him up with their granddaughters. And how they "trip" often just to hang on to his big arms. Birds are birds, no matter their age.)

[nova-lunosi]

[s-oaps]

💀 GHOST IN THE CALL OF DUTY: WARZONE MOBILE TRAILER

[serialkilluh1996]

☏ ring…ring… thoughts on König and late night snacking? 👀💜

OMG YESSSSSS

König is a top tier night snacker. Like, on a professional level. First of all, this is a beg fella. You don't have an itty bitty diet with a body like that. He'll act modestly about it in public cause he just doesn't like people much, so he'll shy away from showing his characteristics to avoid being perceived by general society (aka his fucking closest friends), But TRUST this man loves to eat.

You'll notice he's more of a drinker during the day. Electrolyte water, smoothies, even scotch or whisky to fit this facade of the burly macho man that everyone thinks he is, but at night, my man is a MENACE.

Two in the morning, and König's up fixing bowls of cereal back to back with no concern whatsoever for his inevitable stomach aches. He'll be scoffing down creampies like a child who finally moved out of their parents' house, free of basic dietary rules such as "dessert after dinner" and "breakfast food in the morning."

Does it fuck with his health? Maybe. Does he do his best to reverse his actions during the day? Absolutely! But with a metabolism like his, how can he help himself? Not to mention his adoration for homemade food. Sure, König will settle for some simple cheap store bought treats, but there's a certain flavor in something made right at the house. Love. And he loves cooking. Don't be shocked when he's throwing down in his apron at 11pm at night, making whole ass steaks for himself.

He's got a system for it too. If the foods cooking, he needs something to eat while he cooks, so he'll cook something else that takes less time to make. And while THAT cooks, he's popping grapes and strawberries in his mouth by the second. This habit of his makes him more efficient during the day, as König doesn't stop to eat breakfast in the morning. He's already stuffed like a pig from the night before.

And he typically has leftovers, via his habit to overestimate how much he'll actually eat of what he cooks, so he can always bring a little snack with him if necessary. That's if he's not running completely on his day drinks.

P.s I'm totally not projecting some of my habits onto him.

[fic-heaven]

Fic-heaven's COD masterlist

Pick your drink=> Feel free to request anything

Echo 3-1 (Alex Keller)

Wooden rabbit's foot

Gaz (Kyle Garrick)

Butt stuff (unfinished)

Ghost (Simon Riley)

All for a pair of tits / part2 n.fw

Distant memory [AOT AU]

Good lucks kiss

Brown eyes (+Gus)

Jealous much? (+Price)

Last confessions

Soap (John Mactavish)

Nutella Doughnut

Friends doing friends things (messy unedited) n.fw

Price (John Price)

Duty's Price (2.)

Jealous much? (+Ghost)

Pretty lies n.fw

Reyes (Enzo Reyes)

Was it that hard to say? n.fw

Make it a twenty. n.fw

The three fools head cannons (1. 2. 3.)

Turquoise smoke.

Gus (Gustavo Rodríguez)

Steak n' lobster

Fangs [masterlist] n.fw

I will try n.fw

Brown eyes (+Ghost)

Ice cream incident.

That one Halloween party (1.)

All I want for Christmas is you.

Fruta del pecado [masterlist] n.fw

The three fools head cannons (1. 2. 3.)

König (Andreas Dobler)

Say my name (1. 2. 3.) n.fw

Nova (Nila Brown)

The three fools head cannons (1. 2. 3.)

Graves (Phillip Graves)

Duty's Price (1.)

But you belong to me.

Victor-1 (Alejandro Vargas)

Mi corazón, mi ira (coming soon)

[lethalchiralium]

man’s is running a school at this point

that iconic lord of the rings drawing except make it call of duty

gaz has to be in the carrier because he’s the one who keeps falling out of helicopters 

[charliemwrites]

Part 4!! (No content warnings)

Fuck these men :)

You roll your neck, trying to loosen muscles tense from keeping your head locked in place. Hard work denying natural instinct to look at whoever is speaking, but the 141 doesn’t deserve any more of your attention than they’ve already stolen. Even if they didn’t know they had it at the time.

You’ll have to ask Nikto if he’ll massage out the knot forming there. He’s handy with anatomy like that.

“Listen, about what happened…” Gaz starts.

“Not relevant,” you snap, crouching behind a barrel.

“I’d say it’s pretty relevant,” he replies. “It’s not right, how we left things.”

You nearly snarl. ‘Not right’ is the understatement of the bloody century.

You twist on him. “You’re being unprofessional. Shut up and take this seriously, Garrick.”

You duck as a sniper shot pings dangerously close to your head. Spot Nikto across the way, hand-signaling to ask if you need back up. You reply with a ‘no’ and turn back to Gaz.

Thankfully, it seems he’s caught the message and keeps his mouth shut for the rest of the stupid drill. You resist a snappish comment when it’s over. Up until Gaz starts up again.

“I just think you deserve—”

“I don’t care what you think I deserve,” you interrupt. “I know what I deserve. And it’s a partner that can keep their feelings in their vest.”

Speaking of, Nikto appears at your side like a shadow in shifting light. There’s a disapproving tilt to his head, aimed at Gaz. You shake your head and tap your knuckles against his.

“Need a water break?” You ask, worried about how long he’s been under the helmet.

He shakes his head, then surprises you by bumping his forehead against yours — his version of a kiss. Even in private those are rare. You hum at him.

“Thank you, Nik.”

You have to run the next drill with Soap. Know from the start he’s going to be a stubborn prick about it. Can see it in the set of his jaw and the flicker in his eye.

“Didnae have to be a knob to Gaz,” he says.

You don’t respond, slipping away as the exercise begins. He calls after you and hurries to catch up, nearly blowing your cover.

“He feels bad enough for what happened, ye know.”

You level him a cool, blank stare. “You speak for him now?”

His eyes narrow. “If you won’t give him the chance to, aye.”

You knock his leg out from under him and fire at the “enemy” combatant, Nova. She sportingly goes down, but mutters that you should have let her take the shot. You should have.

“You compromise this drill again,” you tell a toppled Soap, “I’ll tell Laswell direct that you don’t belong on this mission.”

You spin on your heel and continue the exercise, ignoring any and all attempts by Soap to get you to speak again. At the very least, he picks up the slack, earns his callsign.

Nova finds you again when it’s over, arms around your neck and chest plastered to your back.

“Look’it you go, mamas,” she coos. “Shot me through the heart all over again.”

You laugh bending your legs to let her hop up for a piggy back ride. Yeah, you’re tired. But never too tired to carry your girl around. She giggles in your ear as you carry her off back to your captain for her next drill.

“With Price now,” he says, tucking your hair behind your ear.

“Sure thing, boss,” you answer, doing a good impression of enthusiasm.

You know your place, settle into position just behind Price’s left side. No overtures about the past this time. Whatever iota of lingering respect you have for him grows as you complete the drill flawlessly. When it’s over, the two of you are at the furthest point from the designated “start”. And that’s when he decides to open his stupid mouth.

“It wasn’t personal, you know,” he says.

You smooth out your expression even though you don’t turn to him, already starting back.

“Okay.”

“It was the best call,” he explains, falling into step with you.

You tilt him a sideways look, don’t even bother with your full gaze. Spent far too much time looking up to him, by your estimate.

“Okay.”

“I look out for my soldiers.”

You turn forward again. “I wouldn’t know.”

Your captain happens to intercept, sweeping you up with one arm. You yelp, though can’t help grinning as you hook your fingers in one of his chest straps.

“Shouldn’t sneak up like that, sir,” you scold.

“That’s how I’ll know when I need to retire,” he replies with a crooked grin. “When I can’t sneak up on you anymore.”

You huff, snatching his sunglasses off his face to wear all the way back to the start point. Keegan meets you, looks directly at you as he salutes.

“Captain,” he says.

You laugh, give your CO his glasses back.

“Keeping fuckin’ around, Russ,” the captain rumbles, “I’ll take it out of your ass later.”

You gasp, scandalized, and laugh as the little skin visible through his smearing face paint turns pink.

“Off with you, girl,” your captain says. “We’re done after this, so keep it quick and clean.”

“Yessir,” you reply, jogging off to meet Ghost.

Fucking Ghost.

You don’t spare him a single look as you set up for the exercise. If nothing else, you have every expectation that he won’t say a single goddamn thing to you. No attempted apologies, no reprimands, no justifications. Just radio silence, like always.

What you don’t expect is for him to treat you like nothing’s changed. Like you’re still a fresh transfer that can’t watch their own six. You consider just putting your “gun” away and trailing after him until the exercise is over, but that would be just slightly too immature.

So you suck it up, grit your teeth, and do your job. Up until he gets in the fucking way. You’re about to get a sneaky shot on Keegan — a rare thing indeed — but Ghost moves. Goes out of his way to get the shot you already had and loses you both the element of surprise.

“Fucking oaf,” you snarl, scrambling behind a wall. “Is this your first fucking day or something?”

His eyes flash across the corridor. “What the fuck did you just say?”

You don’t reply, getting low and kicking your boot off, carefully sneaking it towards the corner like you’re trying to peek out. Keegan comes around, aiming too high and in the wrong direction, and Ghost shoots him.

Keegan “goes down” — goes out of his way to land on you, actually. You huff and shove at him.

“It’s not nap time,” you groan.

“Can’t hear you, I’m dead.”

You snort and shimmy out from under him. Not so different from most mornings, actually.

“If you two are done…” Ghost growls.

You suck your teeth and stalk off, giving Keegan one last pat to the back. The rest of the drill is barely civil, Ghost’s eyes more on you than on the training grounds.

When it’s finally, finally over, you sigh and pause, trying to work out that knot again.

“Haven’t changed a bit, have you?” Ghost sneers.

It’s meant to hurt. Meant to piss you off. Maybe remind you of the last things he said to you. You don’t look at him, bending to re-lace your boots. Thrilled to realize it’s like poking at an old scar. The skin is deadened, even though a mark remains.

“Fuck you’re so immature,” he growls.

You straighten and just start walking. Keegan finds you almost instantly.

“The hell was that about earlier?” He asks, frown audible.

“Ugh, he got in the way. I would have fuckin’ had you, otherwise.”

His eyes spark with outrage. “He fuckin’ what?” He snarls, turning like he’s about to say something to Ghost. Which… no. Just not worth it.

“Keegs,” you sigh, “c’mon, I told you this would happen. He’s not worth it.”

He scoffs, laces his fingers with yours. “‘Course he’s not. Don’t waste bullets on the dead, right?”

You snort and tug him along. The rest of your team will be waiting.

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[cariadlovescodwomen]

i’ve sucked it up for so long, but it’s actually killing me now 😭

we (i) need more cod women content on this app!! platonic or romantic; valeria, kate, farah

i don’t care for könig, horangi, gromsko, etc

i want roze, calisto, stiletto, luna, kleo, nova!!! i love them so much it hurts

headcanons, fics, whatever

i doubt anyone’s gonna see this, but oh, well 🤷‍♀️

i am *not* trying to make anyone write for characters they don’t want to/don’t know very well!

anyway, thanks for listening, lol 😭

[blu3-ja3]

HELLO! So I have lots of colored coordinated characters and I realised I should probably give a bit of a key to how this will go in my head. SO! Here's all the characters that I plan to write. It's basically a key for Readers.

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1st Captain John Price: Purple

2nd Captain Maevis "Doc" O'Connor: Pink

1st Lieutenant Simon "Ghost" Riley: Blue

2nd Lieutenant Kyle "Gaz" Garrick: Green

Sergeant Major John "Soap" MacTavish: Red

1st Sergeant Gary "Roach" Sanderson: Orange

Kate Laswell: Just Italicized

Ghost Team (Stalker)

Lieutenant Keegan P. Russ: Blue and Italicized

Sergeant Major David "Hesh" Walker: Red and Italicized

Sergeant Major Logan Walker: Green and Italicized

Sergeant Major Alex V. "Ajax" Johnson: Purple and Italicized

Reoccurring Side Characters

Nikolai: Bold, Red and Italicized

Alejandro Vargas: Bold, Green and Italicized

Rudolfo "Rudy" Parra: Bold, Blue and Italicized

Alex Keller : Bold, Orange and Italicized

Farah Karim: Bold, Pink, and Italicized

Head Scientists Jillian Rodriguez: Bold, Purple and Italicized

Lieutenant Nila "Nova" Brown: Orange and Italicized

Villain/Antagonist will be in Bold! Sometimes they'll be colored if they're reoccurring for example

Philip Graves and Shadow Company

Konig and KorTac

Vladimir Makarov and RUN (Russian Ultranationalist)