#oc: Ghost/Gabriel

[spinchs-field]

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[waywardbabysis]

Just things Supernatural fans understand 😎🖤😅

[gabriel-rorke]

fan CASTING💜

[gunnrblze]

Mood boards for the Ghost boys (+ my oc Strike)

Hesh-

Logan-

Elias-

Merrick-

Keegan-

Kick-

Rorke-

Strike-

[maymaylyn]

Welcome to tonights cut of! Risky texts from Amara

[stargazing-sapphire2]

Legacy - Prologue

Summary: With the disappearance of Logan and with Rorke still out there, the Ghosts soon find themselves back at war with the Federation. Amidst the chaos and death, Beth and Hesh will soon find their relationship put into question when an unexpected surprise finds its way into their lives...and whether or not they will live to see the end of this conflict.

[A Post Call of Duty: Ghosts fanfiction; David "Hesh" Walker/OC]

TRIGGER WARNING(s): Canon-Typical Violence, spoilers for the Ghosts campaign, Unplanned Pregnancy, Alcoholism/Drug use, Psychological Torture/Brainwashing, Rorke is a whole ass trigger warning, PTSD *more to be added for future chapters*

TAGLIST: @thatonesillyducko , @gunnrblze , @deeptrashwitch , @piouswolf , (more to be added)

A/N: this was a long time coming, and due to the lack of Ghosts 2 being released by Activision, I decided to write it myself...to the best of my ability; dedicated to my darling @thatonesillyducko because this fic would not have made it off the ground if it wasn't for you. All the best loves to you.

The moment her boots hit the ground, she ran.

She ran as fast as her legs could carry her.

Her heart pounded against her ribcage, and blood roared in her ears as she felt the sand at her feet.

I have to hurry, what if…

And she stopped.

Her heart sank.

Hesh’s eyes met hers, and she saw the raw anguish in his gaze. He was laying in the sand, hand pressed tightly to his abdomen as blood trickled from between his fingers, staining the ground red beneath him.

For a moment, Beth stood frozen. Her heart skipped a beat as she and Hesh made eye contact; shock in her eyes, pain in his.

She snapped out of it, and rushed over to him.

“Hesh!”

She dropped to her knees beside him, her hands reaching out to touch him; to let him know he would be okay and he was not alone.

“I’m here.” Her voice wobbled, and she would have kicked herself for sounding so weak in that moment, but sitting there and seeing Hesh bleed out broke something in her.

“I’m here,” she repeated, gently pulling his hand back to get a good look at his wound. “Everything’s going to be fine—”

“He took him…”

Hesh’s voice abruptly cut her off, and she stared at him.

“Who took him?” She questioned, feeling her heart pound in her chest.

“Rorke,” Hesh responded. He sounded so weak, so tired and defeated. His voice was raspy as if he had screamed for hours, and barely had the strength to keep going. “He…he took Logan, Beth. Fucking damn it, he took Logan!”

Beth’s heart sank, and guilt immediately washed over her once she realized Logan had not been there when she found Hesh.

Her eyes drifted a few feet away, and she saw the drag marks in the sand, dried blood scattered about with no doubt there having been a struggle.

Oh, oh no. Oh God, no…

“I couldn’t…” Hesh’s voice shook as he continued to speak, rambling almost akin to a madman. “I couldn’t save him. I just laid there and watched. I just fucking watched as he took Logan away, like some useless piece of trash. What…” His voice cracked, and his eyes began to glisten.

“What kind of brother am I?”

He crumpled against her, face pressed into her side as his body began to shake with sobs.

In that moment, Beth did not know what to do, feeling helpless as he did.

Her arms instinctively wrapped around him, and she pulled him closer, although careful of his wound.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered. “I’m so sorry, David…”

[aweisz]

finally oc time!

some info about them under the cut

remember how i (i think?) mentioned the thing with the 19th century? this is it

papa tristis ii was papa in the 1860s–1880s. had an older and a younger brother. also at least one kid who became papa after tristis' younger brother in the 1890s

gabriel is a cardinal who fucked that old man (tm). former catholic priest. grey eminence. loved his little evil plots and schemes and things like that. outlived tristis and hated himself every second of his remaining life because of it

toxic tragic old man yaoi yippee

also paintless option

[howtotwirlaknife22]

Broadway-Prologue

A/N: okay, so after careful consideration and re writing my oc’s story a million times, I’ve come to the realization that the story is simply too long to post in one giant fic like I was originally planning to do so I have decided to break her story up into different parts. This story will be getting progressively darker as I post more parts, but this prologue will be a little sliver of what’s to come. Viewer discretion is advised, and none of what is described in the story is real or encouraged in real life (hopefully obvious, but just for warning).

❗️TW’s❗️: NSFW, cannon typical violence, descriptions of torture, descriptions of sexual and physical abuse, descriptions of broken bones and teeth, descriptions of violence against a female, descriptions of a higher spiritual power, some(?) inaccurate descriptions of military operations.

🔞❗️ NSFW UNDER THE CUT, MDNI BEYOND THIS POINT🔞❗️

A fist went swinging.

It connected with a jaw, then there was a crunch. Blood. Teeth. A pathetic whimper, followed by shallow breathing. A woman, her ankles and wrists bound behind her, lay on her side in an awkward position. She had been stripped down to her underwear, and seemed to be covered in various injuries. A different finger broken on each hand, fractured ribs and bruises covering her from head to toe. A few cuts were still fresh, and blood trickled down her body and dripped onto the floor under her. One side of her hair was shorter than the other, as it had been cut and shaved haphazardly. She had multiple burns, and handprints were coupled with bite marks in certain areas. She was physically dirty. She looked as though she hadn’t taken a shower in months, which wasn’t far off from the reality. Her curly hair was matted in the places that weren’t cut off, and if she had a mirror to look into, she knew she would for sure have deep bags under her eyes. A man crouched down in front of her. The man who threw the punch. The man who caused all of this in the first place. He let out a deep chuckle before he finally spoke.

“I gotta say, you’re one hell of a fighter little lady. I wasn’t expecting you to last as long as you have.”

She didn’t acknowledge him. Her breathing was labored, and she tried her best to keep her mind off the immense pain she was in by staring at a crack in the concrete wall. She had become fond of that specific crack for this reason exactly. Every kick, every punch, and every touch she received could have sent a normal person over the edge. But she tried to keep calm and recall her training, and she redirected her mind towards the crack in the wall. The man suddenly grabbed her by her matted hair, and yanked her head up to look at him. She let out a pained groan, and his eyes raked down her face. She opened her one good eye, the one that wasn’t swollen, and met his dark gaze. He cracked a small smirk, and balled up his fist in her dark hair. She winced and opened her bloody mouth to make a noise, but nothing came out. The man began to speak again, his voice lower this time. “You know the drill sweetheart. All you have to do is chirp, tell us those codes, and we’ll send you right back home. And If you make it difficult for us, well…I think you’ve already gotten a good taste of what happens..” she searched his dark eyes for any hint of sympathy, or regret. Or any form of pity at all. But there was nothing. She mustered up all of the strength that she had left, and spat out a glob of blood at his face. He recoiled in disgust and let go of her, letting her fall to the hard ground. He growled as he wiped the blood off of his face and turned back to her, rage radiating off his being. He walked to her, placing his boot on her face. “Y’know, you’re a stubborn one that’s for sure. But we’ll see how tough you are after you spend a couple days in the cooler. How’s that sound?” He pressed harder on her head, earning a muffled whine from her. She felt like her head was about to explode. She felt helpless. She never felt connected to any deity out there, but in that moment, she prayed that someone would be her savior. She wasn’t sure how much longer she could survive without help. She wondered where her team was, what they were doing in this very moment. She wondered if they ever completed their mission, and she wondered if they were all safe. She could only hope and pray they were. She began to feel herself slipping in and out of consciousness, and she started recounting the events that led to her capture once more, wondering where she went wrong, and what she could have avoided. The last thing she noticed before she finally passed out, was the man speaking to a soldier. Only he wasn’t an average federation soldier, he had different gear from the others. He didn’t have the usual helmet, just a mask. Her vision began to tunnel in, and she felt the exhaustion begin to overtake her consciousness.

[plx-zma]

@ultrademonkiller737 This idea popped into my mind, and I just had to. 😭

[tokillamockingbird427]

I made another meme

Pls god I love this. (Meme for the "Rorke is trans, Elias has a third surprise child. Yes the two are related, HEAVILY.")

On another note I do think Logan would be very very happy to have a younger brother. Finally, he really knows how Hesh feels, PLUS he's not the baby anymore! (Immediate cut to Hesh calling him "My baby brother!" even after Liam is brought into the light.) I can see him and Hesh being uber protective of the babiest bro, and god help the poor bastard that ever insinuates he's not as much a brother for being half their blood.

Keegan would also be defensive of (another) Walker bro, cus well. Look how he treats the other two. He and Riley are very vigilant guard dogs.

[yudvinpricestoryland]

your face when you could turn the Reflector into anything, but chose a chthonic very tall faceless man…

no judgement hah

[spinchs-field]

Keep your dog on a fucking leash.

unshaded version just for funsies

[lemonqii]

Chat I'm cooking so hard rn

[gabriel-rorke]

[gunnrblze]

The Ghost boys (plus my ocs Strike & Helena) as tweets, part: I don’t remember😗

Hesh-

Logan-

Elias-

Merrick-

Keegan-

Kick-

Rorke-

Strike-

Helena-

[maymaylyn]

Something from discord