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theotheronedotorg · 7 months ago

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What would mama walker be like at a holiday party, particularly one that included the other Ghosts? How would she “control” the Ghost boys?

Thank you for sending in a request, Anon! I'm sorry if it wasn't what you were thinking.

Warning: A little mention of 9/11. I don't know much about toddlers, so I apologize if I got the personality and/or attitude wrong.

Mama Walker!Reader AU

• So, Mama is the type to be quiet and awkward when the party is just starting, or when she just gets there, but then she'll be pretty talkative and the nicest person you'll ever meet.

• Of course, if it was her party that she'd be throwing, she'd still be pretty awkward, but instead of growing more comfortable, she'd secretly get panicked.

• She wants her guests to be as comfortable as possible, but she'll be too awkward to forwardly ask if everyone is enjoying their time or not.

She took in a breath, smoothing out the Christmas red dress she wore, the material stretching out lovingly around her pregnant belly. The white fluff that circled her shoulders from behind and dipped to meet just above her swollen breasts felt like a cat's fluffy hide against her pale skin. The dress was made with the image of a pregnant woman in mind, with the front of the skirt being a bit longer than the back to give off the illusion of it all being one length as it reached her slightly swollen ankles.

She couldn't understand why she felt so nervous. She knew everyone at the party, and she wasn't the host of it, but she still felt nervous. Maybe it was because she hadn't seen most of her and Elias's friend group since last year. That could be it, but then again, her and the girls tended to talk a lot on the phone.

Maybe it was because of the planes? Ever since the four planes struck American soil three months ago, there hadn't been many outings. Many were still grieving, and most were in denial of such a tragedy occurring. Mama knew that things like this happened. She was married to a soldier for Christ's sake, but even she still couldn't believe such a thing could happen.

"Nervous?" Her husband's voice sounded from behind her, his hand pressed to the small of her back as David held his other one, staring off into the winter-covered land. His 2-year-old brain was still rather scattered, all memory and focus all over the place. Though, one thing was for certain. He didn't like social gatherings.

Mama blinked once more and tilted her head to gaze into Elias's eyes, his brown ones peering gently into her more green ones. Honestly, how could one's eyes look more green than their natural color? It was weird, but it was so perfect on her.

"Only a little." She responded after a hesitant pause. "I haven't talked to Gabe in a while." She breathed out, shuffling on her feet. The light brown boots she wore kept her feet patted comfortably, but even she could feel the slight pain in them from standing for so long in the lobby.

"Last time I talked to him," Elias hummed as he raised his eyes towards the ceiling, tracing the lines that were painted against the panels, "he was focusing his time on fixing his cars and being on deployment."

The woman hummed lightly, sliding her hand to the underside of her swollen belly and raising her other one to brush some hair behind her ear. She knew she should have put it up before they left. "Well, I hope he doesn't drain himself with how much work he's putting himself through."

Elias nodded, looking back down to his wife, "You and me both, hon."

"Bunny!" Mama jumped from her stance at the slightly bigger-than-average round kitchen table and turned towards the strong voice, smiling when she saw the bald man walking over to her.

"Hey. Gabe." She spoke softly and opened her arms, inviting the male in for a hug, which he greatly appreciated and accepted. Minding her baby mound, he wrapped his arms around her upper back and squeezed her gently, smiling as her arms encircled his upper back and applied slight pressure there. "How are you doing?" She asked softly and pulled away, holding his strong biceps for a moment as her eyes darted over him, taking in the black wrap that stood against his red Christmas sweater. She honestly forgot he sometimes needed a back brace. He was still young, about 27 now, but the poor man had messed up his back a few years back to the point he needed a back brace for when he was going to be standing for long periods of time.

She took her hands back and placed them to her stomach, her eyes darting back to looking into his warm brown ones.

"I'm doing good." He responded, nodding towards the drinks, ones that weren't alcoholic, and raised his brow in a silent question. "Been working on a few bikes here and there. Landlord is still a bitch, though." She smiled at his words and moved towards the front of the round table. She's always liked Gabriel Rorke, he was the one who introduced her and Elias. Even though it was he who was flirting with her that night, she was glad to call him a friend.

"And I'm guessing your neighbor is still the old lady who flirts?" She laughed out as he groaned, already knowing the answer to her question. She tipped her glass to her lips, taking a sip of the liquid gold (water) she had picked from the non-alcoholic section of the room. Her eyes roamed around the room as Gabriel began to talk about Mrs. Clark and how she kept on scaring away any potential flings by grossly flirting and/or yelling at him about cheating.

She furrowed a brow when she noticed a bump in a tablecloth from across the room. When she glanced towards Elias, who was by the table, his eyes met hers, almost as if sensing her intention of a silent conversation. Her gaze glanced around his person and found no 2-year-old child. She looked at the bump one more time before glancing back to his eyes. All he did was nod and jerked his head towards the said table.

She took in a breath and looked back to Gabriel, placing her cup down and smiling apologetically at the 27-year-old. All he did was stare at her for a moment before he sighed.

"Yeah, okay. I'll be here."

"Thank you, Gabe." She smiled and walked past him, sending him a parting wave, to which he returned it with one of his own.

"Now," she mumbled and sat down, rubbing her stomach slightly as she felt the kick of the baby against her insides. It made her let out a breath and rub against the offending area. "Easy on the kicks. Any more, and you'll pop out." She took in a breath and leaned back in her seat, letting it back out as she felt another kick, this one softer.

She tipped her head back and closed her eyes, keeping herself still and relaxed before she tipped her head down and looked to the tablecloth.

"David," she mumbled softly and tilted her head to the side, her eyes questioning, "Why are you under the table?"

"There's a lot of people."

"And you don't like a lot of people?"

"I don't like people."

Mama blinked at his response and looked away, raising her hand to hide her smile behind the back of it. He'd had such a way with words that it made her crack up sometimes.

"Really?" She asked and looked back to the white material that draped around the table's legs. She blinked when no response came, but a smile quickly rose to her lips when she watched the 2-year-old crawl out from under the table and stand, holding onto her dress and watching her stomach. He's been fascinated with it ever since she began to show. Her hand moved, lifting from her cradled position against her stomach, and placed it on his blonde fluffy hair. At this point, it was useless trying to tame it. He'd just mess it up five minutes after she'd finish.

"That was boring," David grumbled into his father's chest, the man held him against his strong build as the three walked across the parking lot and to their car. The response he got was an amused snort from his father and a giggle from his mother.

"Really?" Mama questioned lightly, the image of David passed out on the couch inside the big apartment's living room still amused her. "Is it because people were there?"

Elias gave his wife an amused smile and rolled his eyes at the nod the toddler gave.

"Well," she started, "You did great tonight. How about we get ice cream tomorrow?" The promise of a sweet treat made David perk up and he looked to her with stars in his eyes.

"Really?" He smiled wide, "Can we get ice cream now?"

She let out a soft laugh and shook her head. David could be seen physically deflating as she stopped before the car and watched as Elias opened the front passenger door for her.

"We can get some tomorrow." He promised, watching his wife shuffle in, making sure her feet and hands were safely inside before closing the door. He glanced back to it before his eyes met his son's and he pressed his forehead to his smaller one. "Plus," he whispered and smiled as David placed his small hands on his cheeks, "Mama's tired. It's best to sleep now before she falls asleep in the car."

David's smile rose to his rather tired face and he let out a giggle."Mama's hard to wake up she's sleeping."

Elias hummed in agreement as he opened the back door and placed David into his car seat, buckling him into place.

• As for why Keegan and Merrick weren't there, those two aren't old enough to join the army.

• Keegan is roughly around 8 years older than Logan, 6 for David, and Merrick is 13-15 years older.

• I feel as if it would be a bit weird to put them in.

• I like to think that none of them lived in the same state before they joined the military as well, so to go to a party that would probably not even be in their state would have been pointless.

• As for 'controlling' the Ghosties, I don't exactly see her being a mom to any of them.

• Not that I don't think she wouldn't be, she totally would have. But I don't think she would have met them.

• Other than Rorke. She'd known him the longest, which was, like, minutes before she met Elias.

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vikingghostwriter · 19 days ago

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𝚂𝙸𝙻𝙴𝙽𝚃 𝙷𝙸𝙻𝙻! 𝙶𝙷𝙾𝚂𝚃𝚂 𝙰𝚄

A psychological horror AU where the Ghosts are forced to confront what they tried to forget.

Type: Headcanons and yaps Characters: Elias “Scarecrow” T. Walker, Thomas A. Merrick, Alex “Ajax” V. Johnson, Keegan Russ, David "Hesh" Walker, Logan Walker and Gabriel T. Rorke. Dr. Melissa “Lisa” Westwood (OC) Genre/Tone/CW!: Psychological Horror / Drama Haunting, introspective, surreal, emotionally heavy with moments of eerie quiet and personal revelation. Fandom: Call of Duty: Ghosts

I think Silent Hill: Shattered Memories is one of the most unique games in the Silent Hill franchise, and it’s perfect for bringing Ghosts in because it’s less about monsters and more about psychological profiling, memory, and emotional trauma.

The Ghosts are:

Soldiers with buried trauma

Survivors of betrayal (Rorke)

People who’ve lost family (Ajax, Elias, Logan if he’s brainwashed)

Experts at repressing emotions

Crossover Concept:

“The dead don't sleep in Silent Hill. And neither do the Ghosts.”

After Ajax’s death, the team starts receiving scrambled radio signals from what should be a dead frequency—his voice, calling for help from a location marked only as “Silent Hill.” At first, Merrick calls it static hallucination, grief, a hacked channel maybe. But when Logan begins having recurring dreams—of blood-streaked corridors, Ajax’s voice echoing from within fog—they decide to investigate. Except when they get there, Silent Hill is not on any map anymore.

𝙱𝚘𝚗𝚞𝚜 𝚝𝚠𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚜:

Riley disappears early. Reappears covered in blood but unharmed.

The “final boss” confrontation with a massive “The Ghost Killer” Ghosts’ own logo—skull-faced, godlike, demanding silence (alongside a bit of Federation's attacked) creature born from shared trauma.

𝚂𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚌𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝙸𝚍𝚎𝚊:

Each Ghost has a solo “fog trial” in Silent Hill.

The radio picks up old comms chatter from dead Ghosts.

Eventually, they reunite—but changed. Not all may make it.

Each Ghost faces personal manifestations of their trauma in the town.

𝙺𝚎𝚎𝚐𝚊𝚗’𝚜 𝙾𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍

He survived when others didn’t—and he never forgave himself for it. Ajax was more than a teammate. Keegan wonders if his silence killed him. Every mission he leads feels like gambling with ghosts.

Environment: Cold, metallic corridors in a hospital, echoing with bootsteps. Blood on the walls. Echoes of Operation: Sand Viper.

Monster: A humanoid figure in Ghost gear with Ajax’s voice—but his mask is torn, mouth sewn shut.

Symbolism: Keegan's fear of failing the team. His guilt. The way he buried emotions under orders.

Mechanic: Every time Keegan looks back, the base shifts. Mirrors reflect the fallen Ghosts, not him.

𝙷𝚎𝚜𝚑’𝚜 𝙾𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍

He was always the protector—but he failed everyone he loved. He believes he pushed Logan too far. He’s haunted by how his need to prove himself led to broken bonds, and possibly his brother’s ruin.

Environment: A funhouse war zone—everything twisted, loud, and disorienting. His own voice mocking him /Or crumbling city where everything explodes in slow motion (the time of ODIN Strikes).

Monster: A shadow dog that acts like Riley, but its bark is distorted and its eyes bleed.

Symbolism: Hesh's fear of losing everything human inside himself. His silence isn’t peace—it’s repression.

Twist: He can’t shoot the monster because it looks like him.

𝙻𝚘𝚐𝚊𝚗’𝚜 𝙾𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍

He was silent because he trusted others to lead. Now he’s lost himself. He doesn't remember who he is without the Ghosts—and fears he never had an identity at all.

Environment: A quiet, echoing streets in San Diego. Picture frames with blurred faces.

Monster: A doppelgänger of himself, reckless and cruel, dragging Hesh behind him /Or Logan wanders through fog where his own reflection stalks him, wearing a Federation uniform.

Symbolism: His fear of becoming like Rorke. His impulse-driven rage. Lost identity. PTSD. The fear that he’s forgotten who he is.

Mechanic: Logan’s section has no dialogue. He writes or draws on walls to communicate.

𝙼𝚎𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚌𝚔’𝚜 𝙾𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍

Leadership means sacrifice. He made the call, and the body count followed. Carries the weight of dead Ghosts who followed his orders. Feels he became the very machine he used to fight against.

Environment: A war room. The walls are made of TV screens replaying every mission gone wrong.

Monster: A towering bureaucratic beast wrapped in dog tags.

Symbolism: Guilt as a commander. The weight of every name he couldn’t save.

Voice: A chorus of former squadmates screaming “Where were you, Captain?”

𝙴𝚕𝚒𝚊𝚜'𝚜 𝙾𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍

He sent his sons into war. He raised them to be soldiers. But now? One son is broken, the other burned with guilt—and Elias can’t undo what he built.

Environment: The Walker's residence house frozen mid-collapse. Cracks run through the walls. Photographs of Logan and Hesh flicker like static, their faces blurred. The TV loops footage from ODIN's destruction, but no one changes the channel. The front door never opens. He’s trapped.

Monster: A massive, faceless soldier in old Ghost gear (Rorke). It drags two mannequin-like children behind it on leashes, whispering “Dad..? DAD! DAD HELP US!” One of the mannequins' weeps (Hesh). The other is silent (Logan).

Symbolism: Elias’ guilt overturning his sons into soldiers. His obsession with protecting them became the thing that got him—and Ajax—killed.

Mechanics: Doors open only when he recites failed orders. The rooms rearrange if he tries to call out their names.

𝚁𝚘𝚛𝚔𝚎’𝚜 𝙾𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍

He was loyal. He was perfect. And they left him behind. The Ghosts made him a weapon. The Federation broke the blade. Now, all that’s left is a man who wants others to suffer like he did.

Environment: Training rooms loop endlessly—like Rorke’s life: always prepping for war, never healing. Hallways filled with locked doors—each one labelled with a Ghost’s name. Inside: static. A mirror room shows Rorke in tan-olive uniform (Legends Never Die)—clean, alive, proud—until it shatters, and blood spills from the cracks. There’s a surgical table with Rorke's durag and headphone the middle—half burnt, half pristine.

Monster (if one exists): A shadow-Rorke, wearing the Ghost mask fully. It speaks in Elias’ voice, then his own. It repeats: “You were never one of them. You were always disposable.”

Symbolism: A warning for Logan (if Logan is being corrupted or used by the Federation). A final confrontation space. A reflective what-he-could’ve-been contrast for Elias or Ajax. If Rorke dies here, it could be symbolic—like his soul finally consumed that broke him (The pit or a room where Rorke was held for brainwashing processes).

Alternate situation: There is no monster.

Rorke is alone. Utterly alone. The true horror is that no one remembers him as he truly was—only as what he became. He tries to talk to reflections of Ghosts… but they just laugh or disappear.

𝙰𝚓𝚊𝚡 (???): 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙴𝚌𝚑𝚘 𝚘𝚛 𝙶𝚞𝚒𝚍𝚎

He died believing he was forgotten. His memory is distorted in everyone’s minds. May return as a manifestation of their guilt or as a lingering soul who can’t move on.

Not a ghost. Not alive either.

Appears as a glitching memory between dimensions.

May lead or warn Logan in the fog.

May become an ally in Keegan’s trial.

Or worse… may not forgive them.

𝙺𝚒𝚌𝚔'𝚜 𝙾𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍

He’s always in the backbone, the shadows, behind a laptop. Knows everything but feels like he’s nowhere. He saved lives. His mind is a filing cabinet of failures.

Environment: An endless server room—rows of flickering monitors playing live feeds of ops gone wrong. He’s stuck at a keyboard that types in blood. Every time he tries to shut off a screen, another opens showing a teammate’s death—ones he couldn’t stop.

Monster: A humanoid mass made of wires and camera lenses. It speaks in overlapping Ghost comms and distorted screams.

Symbolism: Kick’s trauma isn’t front-line—his horror is watching. Failing to extract in time. Always being the eye in the sky but never the hand to save.

Mechanics: Must "decrypt" puzzles to escape—but the answers are never complete. Audio logs randomly play his own voice panicking, “I’m losing them—Grab the data and get out of there!”

𝙳𝚛. 𝙼𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚊 “𝙻𝚒𝚜𝚊” 𝚆𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚠𝚘𝚘𝚍 (OC)

Lisa Westwood is the Ghosts’ version of Michael Kaufmann, but with sharper style, Texan realness, and that cat-eyed “I know you’re lying” stare.

Role: Psychologist for a classified military trauma program. Somehow appears in dreamlike sequences between each Ghost’s trial.

Vibe: Calm, sharp, disarming. Her Southern charm masks deep insight. She always knows more than she lets on.

Setting: Each session with her happens in a dimly lit, wood-paneled office with soft ticking clocks and fogged windows. The room subtly shifts depending on who’s in it.

Lisa (to Keegan): “You say you don’t remember Sand Viper. But your hands are still trembling, sugar. Memory ain’t the problem. Guilt is.”

Lisa (to Hesh): “You jump first. Ask later. But when did you start deciding your brother’s life for him?”

Lisa (to Logan): “It’s awful quiet in here. Funny how silence can scream.”

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