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callsignmarz · 10 months ago

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‼️MDNI‼️ - Keegan P. Russ x Y/N | Fem

“Claim Me.”

"Just grow a pair and go talk to him." Keegan insisted, slamming the door to a humvee, clearly checked out from the conversation.

"That's not how nature works, Keegan." You riposted, turning your attention back to Logan, who was currently across the motor pool, chatting to a few other soldiers.

It was no secret that you had a little crush on Logan Walker.

Whenever he was in the area, you felt like a teenager again with her first school crush. Just the sight of him made your cheeks flush a light shade of pink and your knees ready to buckle. And If Keegan had to sit and listen to how fine of a man Logan was one more time, he swore to himself that he will end it all, right then and there.

"Besides, I'd rather just...you know, let things...happen..? Yeah. Let's just go with that."

Keegan raises an eyebrow, shaking his head, unconvinced by your sad attempted claim.

Letting out an exasperated sigh, Keegan makes his way over to the mobile toolbox that you've been leaning on for the past half hour — instead of helping him like he asked you in the first place.

Sensing you needed a little help in the love department, out of the kindness of his cold grinch heart, he gives you some words of advice.

"Standing on the sidelines isn't going to get you far, y/n. A man likes it when a woman takes charge. It's hot as fuck, actually." Keegan galled, giving you a friendly wink. He obnoxiously clicks a pen that he had tucked behind his ear and retrieves the clipboard next to your elbow, scribbling down the required maintenance notes.

He had a point though.

But you would never admit that, especially with how vulgar he put it.

So, you just roll your eyes in protest. "Is that so? Then tell me this. Since when did you become such a 'Love Guru?' Last time I checked, you still had trouble finding yourself a girlfriend." You implored the 'notorious' ladies man.

He hands you the clipboard and you promptly grab ahold of it. You watch him lift up the hood of the truck with one arm as if it weighed nothing.

Why did anything he did always had to be so..?

"That's where you're wrong, Sweetheart. I'm not looking for a girlfriend. Just looking for a good time." He chuckles dryly.

"You're vile." Your face contorts in disgust, but he just shrugs off your jab.

"I've been called worst, Sweetheart."

The sound of a boot scuffling against the gravel, pulls your attention away for a moment and your heart flutters when you realize Logan was standing a few feet beside you.

Okay. Act normal, Y/N...what the fuck is normal!?

"What's up, kid?" Keegan greets cooly, snapping you out of your head.

Tearing himself away from the vehicle, Keegan and Logan clasps their hands together, briefly pulling each other in, bumping shoulders before releasing one another.

"Let me guess, causing trouble?" Keegan quipped as he folded his arms across his chest.

Logan gives a friendly smile, his voice came out a smooth baritone, "Always." He flicks his gaze to you, with eyes now wide and mouth agape with incredulity.

"Who's your friend, Russ?" Logan asks as he gives you a once-over look, intrigued and wondering why he hasn't seen you before.

"This is y/n. She more of a thorn in my ass than a friend." Keegan half-jokingly introduces while giving you a look that says 'Now's your chance.'

Clearing your throat of all the cobwebs that formed within the few minutes, you extend your right hand as you give him a quick run down, "Sergeant Y/N L/N, PCS'd from Fort Wainwright about a month or two ago." Logan listens intently, taking ahold your hand with a firm grip and a surge electricity to shoots through your body.

"Pleasure to meet you, Sarge. Alaska must've been one hell of an experience." He mused with his dark caramel eyes locked in on yours. Slowly, Logan lets go of your hand, but purposely allows his touch to linger.

"I'm surprised you didn't go AWOL." He chorkles.

Slightly shrugging your shoulder and batting your lashes, you pick up on his subtle cues.

"There were days where I was tempted to, but I'm pretty good at being on the straight and narrow." You say coy-like with a smile that matched your tone.

"Good, good. But, hey! I actually have to get going, but uh...You should stop by later tonight and we can finish up this conversation. What do you say?" Logan asks with a quizzical smile, his teeth were pearly white and straight, just the way you like them.

Your mouth gaps open slightly, surprised by how fast everything was moving. You almost pinch yourself to make sure you weren't in a dream but the look from Keegan was an obvious indication this was no dream. Far from, actually.

"Uh, y-yeah. I don't mind." You finally answered.

"Cool...See you then, y/n."

With that, Logan walks off with your eyes following him until he's no longer in sight. You then whip around, almost tripping over your own feet, turning to Keegan and exploding with screeches of excitement.

"Did that actually happen!?" You squeal, rushing over to vigorously shake Keegan's shoulder.

Swatting your hands away, Keegan keeps his eyes forward as he tick in his jaw serves as a seedling of jealously that grew and bloomed a vibrant sprig of green.

"Yes. Now can I get back to work?" He sneers in frustration, retreating his focus back to the engine of the truck.

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As painful as it was to your ego, you take Keegan's advice and with newfound determination eddied in your irises, you come up with an idea.

A man likes when a girl takes charge.

Keegan's voice resounds in your head. The heedful reminder causes your eyes to roll into the back of the your skull. Then your attention shifts back to your reflection. Surveying your outfit one last time as you twist and pose your body in the mirror making sure you were up to par.

Adjusting your black crop top so it flattered your boobs and the ripped up mom-jeans you wore were loose but they hugged you curves just enough to accentuate the roundness of your ass.

And underneath...a matching set of magenta laced lingerie.

There was no way you were not getting laid.

It was a quarter until midnight. The plan was you were going to sneak into Logan's room undetected and surprise him in his bed.

As crazy as it sounds — it was foolproof.

Like, what man wouldn't dream of a woman, as feral as you were, crawling into their bed in the middle of the night?

Right?

After applying the last layer of your clear lemon flavored lipgloss, you roll your plumped lips together followed by a loud suckered pop and you set out on your mission, making a swift exit out the door.

Approaching his quarters, you had to move quickly and quietly. You discreetly reach into your bra and redeemed a simple black bobby-pin.

Good ole reliable.

Throughout the years you've served in the military, you were taught a lot of different things. Tactical insertion being one of them. You knew how to breach any area. From battering rams to hacking security systems but, none that required something so mundane as a hair accessory.

While you expertly pick the lock, you kept your head on a swivel, making sure no one spots you committing this heinous act.

Once you hear the audible click, the corners of your mouth lifted into a confident smile.

Getting up to your feet, you casually make entry.

First thing you noticed was the overpowering smell of cedar wood. Coughing up a lung, you came to the conclusion that the air quality in here was 99.9 percent cologne and that last .1 being oxygen.

Getting past that, it was also rather dark.

Carefully waving your hand around, you try your best not to crash into anything. Eventually, you find yourself bumping into his bedpost, startling Logan out of his sleep and the same familiar baritone voice calls out in surprise, "What the fu—Y/n?"

"Wait! Shh...Just listen, please!" You say right away, hoping it'll calm him down.

"I know this is a bit crazy but just...listen. Okay? I've had a crush on you for a while now and I don't want to blend in with the other girls. So, I guess what I'm trying to say is," You swallow hard, your tone drops to barely a whisper, rolling your lips together as you crawled your way into his bed.

"Just let it happen."

In the dark, your lips find his, silencing any doubt or apprehension from leaving his mouth. A bolt of electricity shoots throughout your body, awakening the longing desire within you.

Not only was he surprised by your assertiveness but it came as a shock to you as well. Being an introvert, you wouldn't have guessed in a million years that you would've be the one to make the first move — all thanks to Keegan.

Logan's lips end up prying your lips apart, deepening the kiss with his tongue, ravishingly exploring your mouth and eliciting soft moans to muffle out as your mouth moves in sync with his.

His rough hands snake their way to your waist before hauling you over onto of him.

Your breath hitches when he breaks away from the kiss and his nose creeps up alongside your throat. Once he finds the most sensitive spot, his mouth latches onto your skin, nipping and sucking until little plum colored splotches decorate your neck.

The two of you wasted no time tearing the clothes off each other. The lingerie you wore for show, unfortunately went unnoticed as it was discarded just like the rest of your wardrobe.

You felt a firm grip on your left breast, before you were greeted by the warmth of his mouth. Not only did Logan have a pretty smile, but he knew what to do with it as his tongue swirled and his teeth gently gnawed on your erect nipple.

A symphony of orchestral moans filled the room.

The sexual connection and burning passion between you two was undeniable.

It was as if this moment was supposed to happen.

As if the two of you were meant to come together and become one.

A dream verging to come true.

Digging your nails into his back, you align him up against you seeping cunt, slowly slipping his swollen cock inside. A small whine of pleasure leaves your lips as you allow your slick walls to accommodate and adjust to his size.

"Ride me, beautiful." He rasped, his tone dripping with ascendancy and urgency.

Like flipping a switch, your back arches, rolling your hips and taking your time descending down only to spring back up when you couldn't fit any more of him.

His size was impeccable.

Your ex wasn't even close to the size and length that Logan held and from the one night stands you've had in the past, they could barely last two whole minutes.

You were in for one hell of a joy ride.

Logan's hand creeps its way from your navel, up and between your breasts to wrap around your throat accordingly.

Taking back control, he bucks his hips, crashing them underneath your thighs, barbarously driving himself deeper into your tight pussy. With your hands on his chest, you prop yourself to hover your ass over him as he kept his unwavering assault.

"Yes, yes, yes! God fuckin—Please don't stop." You whine breathlessly.

"Does the princess want to cum all over my cock?Mmm...such a needy little whore, you are..." He growls, his tone edging you closer to unraveling.

Your body felt as though God sent an angel down just to solemnly fulfill your sinful needs, relieving you of your last unholy act, right before your soul ascends to the heaven's gates.

Delirium intoxicates and overwhelms your senses, clenching your silky walls around his otherworldly cock, urging him to spill his load inside.

"Keep it coming and drown my cock. Fuck...I'm about to cum...Say my name, baby." He grits through his teeth, his thrust becoming more erratic by the second.

As your moans grow louder, your body quivers, riding the wave of your own insatiable orgasm.

"Oh God, Yes! Logan!" You screamed his name.

Your lips collided with his own as he lets out a deep groan. The heat of his load erupts and pulsated deep inside of you, filling you up to the brim. You slide off of him, allowing the contents to pour out of you. The two of you pant and gasp for air, coming down from the euphoric high of your releases while your bodies entangled together.

If you had to be honest, he was more than good, probably the best sex you've ever had.

Silence fills the void with the lingering scent of sex in the air.

Without saying a word, Logan sits up, detangling from your arms and walks out of the room then returns with a towel in hand.

Your eyes strain trying to make out his features as an unsettling tension builds between you two.

"Lo—" You say faintly, making an effort to comfort him.

However he sharply cuts you off, "Lemme stop you right there." His tone dripping with grimness.

Your face twists, utterly confused, watching his dark silhouette walk over to a drawer, pulling out a pair of sweats to slip in.

"I was bound to break it to you one way or another." He says sardonically, scuffling his way across the room, flicking on the light and blurring your vision temporarily until it steadily returns to adjust to your surroundings.

"Sorry to disappoint you, Sweetheart. But unfortunately I'm not your knight and shining armor." He says with a disdained sniff.

Your mouth flops open, struggling to form any sentence, but ultimately one phrase rolls off your tongue.

"What the fuck..."

The .1 percent of oxygen left in the air was sucked out the room completely, leaving you to suffocate on the distressed revelation.

The love story you'd hope for came crashing down hard. Once again, he was right about one thing...

He was no Prince Charming.

He was Keegan motherfucking Russ..

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loganwalkerz · 8 days ago

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Headcannons along with tiny relationship headcannons for The Ghosts sexualities :)

Logan Walker: Closeted Bisexual who doesn't really care to come out. He'll bring home a girl one time and then a boy another. He doesn't come out he just let's people figure it out. Doesn't feel the need to tell anyone who he's crushing on or if he's dating either, he'll just casually bring someone home and if anyone asks he'll casually respond "my partner" and continue on. It's not that he doesn't care but he just doesn't feel the need to tell anyone anything.

Is the type of partner to randomly give you gifts because something reminded him of you. Enjoys watching the way his partner smiles as a lil plush of their favourite animal is on the bed or if they have their favourite dinner in the fridge.

Is a crystal guy, will buy you shiny rocks and tell you the meanings behind them. If you are into zodiac signs he'll let you ramble bout them.

Hesh Walker: Questioning. He doesn't know as he's not really had the time to look into himself, he had a responsibility as a older brother who lost his mother and has a military father. He then had another responsibility when he became a soldier. His first crush was probably Jessica Rabbit then he saw Keegan sparring with Ajax and decided he wanted to be pinned by Sergeant Russ too.

Is a very sweet partner, he enjoys sharing tasks. Cooking dinner is a duo job. Shopping is a duo job. bathing Riley is a duo job. So is taking Riley on walks. Being an older brother hes desperate for approval that he was often declined by Elias. He'll need some validation and comfort, he doesn't spend a lot of money on gifts but he LOVES taking his partner on dates to paint pottery or deer watching. He doesn't hunt them but he loves watching them.

Elias Walker: Bisexual but a lot like Logan just doesn't tell anyone unless they ask him. He has a wife. He had exes of both genders. He was a hardworking man and after his wife died swore to never date again as he was utterly heartbroken.

He'll need someone with a stable mindset, needs them to understand that he's a captain so he's busy a lot. That doesn't mean he won't send you love letters and roses.

Thomas Merrick: closeted gay. I think due to being raised in a very American military family, some homophobia went on in his household, so when he began having thoughts about guys, he immediately began to freak out. He didn't want to be gay as he wanted to be his father's "perfect" son. He's got internalised homophobia. When he meets Rorke he definitely had a few thoughts that he was ashamed of and it was actually his old drill Sergeant from his marine days that helped him understand that his thoughts weren't bad. That he's not wrong for how he feels and that he's accepted.

It was very hard to get Merrick to open up about his feelings but it would've definitely been after a long chat he finally admits how he feels for you and in general. He's slow to start dating wanting to ease into that life that he's been depreived off. He's scared even if he doesn't admit it because he's meant to be a tough captain.

He tries to be gentle with his partner and unlearn his father's ways. Showing he will still be a good partner and a good captain.

Ajax Johnson: Pansexual who is very open, has grabbed Keegans ass in front of everyone calling him his "honey boo bear" watching Keegan die of cringe with a proud smirk. He was the guy in high-school who denied being any queer thoughts but would constantly be sitting on his friends laps and flirting, squeezing each other's muscles whilst their girlfriends sit so confused.

Dating Ajax means dating Keegan. The two are joined at the hip so when third person comes along expect to be sandwiched between the two as they secretly cause chaos. Will make sure to embaress you with cringe nicknames that you secretly adore. Keegan who's love is reassurance and words whilst Ajax love language is touch. Getting praised by Keegan and smothered by Ajax. What a way to go huh?

Kick: He doesn't care for the labels, he finds the labels overwhelming. Kick hates being perceived in general so when someone asks him a personal question he stares blankly until Neptune will cough breaking the awkward silence as the person walks away. Kick has dated one person in his life and hasn't felt attraction much towards others than this person.

He's got a very strict routine that he's had since he first joined the military and HATES when it's changed. Often Neptune and Merrick prepare Kick early for changes in plans so he can mentally prepare.

Loves gift giving, will get matching everything. Bracelets. Boxers. Shirts. Pajamas. Piercings. Knifes.

Neptune: omnisexual, he's attracted to all genders but he's mostly attracted to Kick's ass. And personality of course. He's not dated around much but definitely had his fair share of crushes. had a crush on captain America as a kid but saw bucky and fainted.

Love language is quality time, he loves to do his paperwork with his partner. Cooking with them. Watching movies. Even scrolling through social media in the same room.

Torch: Straight but ally. He had a girlfriend once but broke up with her as he felt bad with how much time he was putting into his work over her. Felt like she deserved better. He's had a few hook ups but doesn't do long lasting. He's the token straight guy the Ghosts love.

And of course, Rorke: I'd like to say demisexual. He's definitely not a major sex addict although after some trauma maybe had some issues with hypersexuality, but that's not something he could control and he's aware of that as much as he hates it. Rorke tries to not get his feelings involved with his align of work, he learned after Elias that not even the closest ones to you can be trusted.

As a partner it takes A LOT of time for him to truly open up to you, and even then he probably wouldn't tell you everything he's been through. He doesn't really care for gender, as long as you respect his boundaries.

Doesn't do PDA. Struggles with affection in general due to trauma and doesn't take praise well. Praise makes him feel oddly disgusted especially after the pit.

He needs his space but he likes to be in the same room as you. He won't join in on activities but will observe you doing.things like cooking or cleaning. He'll help out every so often but tries to keep himself busy also.

Will spend time with you whilst cleaning guns, he'll show you how to protect yourself. Teach you a lot of self defense and what to do in kidnapping and hostage scenarios.

He's a gentle but distant lover. You won't be able to convince him against the federation, he's brainwashed and has been tortured. He makes it clear you stand by him or no where near him at all.

#call of duty #cod ghosts #call of duty ghosts #elias walker #hesh walker #logan walker #keegan russ #cod rorke #ajax johnson #cod ajax

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gunnrblze · 3 months ago

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Baby swing anon, I was reflecting on my prior misadventures (getting stuck in a baby swing, getting locked in a band closet, getting trapped on the loft) and asked what the stupidest thing the Ghosts have ever done 😔

Only if you’re willing ofc ❤️

Ah yes lmao, welcome back! I’m very much willing to make up stupid ideas for stupid things the Ghost Boys have done :D

Hesh- got so angry once he punched a mirror on accident (typical white boy) and broke the glass, had to get every single knuckle stitched up. it’s the stupidest thing bc what did he get upset over? Something logan said…😕 mad over typical little brother behavior

Logan- stared at a pretty girl for too long that when she caught him, he was so afraid of coming off as a creep that he tried to scurry away. and fell on his face in the grass

Elias- when he was first trying to court Miss Walker, he’d wait by the phone for her to call him, for HOURS. probably not the stupidest thing, but it is to him lol cause she wouldn’t even call half the time at first 😭

Merrick- fell off a boat once during navy seal training. it was so stupid because he was ALREADY a trained seal, he just slipped on a little puddle and fell into the water like a starfish

Keegan- similar to Merrick, slipped Mario kart style on a banana peel, in front of his sergeant major while in the marines…poor thing got made fun of for months

Kick- fell offstage at his high school graduation... right before giving his valedictorian speech

Rorke- had too many shots of tequila at a bonfire once, has a scar from a nasty gash on his calf (fell into a cactus…)

#call of duty ghosts #cod ghosts #call of duty #cod #david hesh walker #logan walker #elias walker #thomas merrick #keegan p russ #kick call of duty #gabriel rorke #call of duty rorke #these are so dumb lol but they feel correct #gunnrblze rambles

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nonsenseafterdark · 1 month ago

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Day Eight: Car Sex

Characters: Logan Walker, Keegan P. Russ

Word Count: 991

Warnings: None

Notes: Logan is trans in this. As always, it's already posted on AO3, and you can view my prompt list here

Logan didn’t have the patience to walk with Keegan back to his bedroom, yet both of them knew that they couldn’t just fuck each other here out in the open. There was barely anyone out at this hour, but that didn’t mean there wouldn’t at least be someone walking around outside only to see the two sergeants sucking at each other’s lips. Neither of the two couldn’t tell you whose idea it was, but eventually, they would find themselves in the back of an armored Jeep, Logan wearing nothing but a shirt as he straddled Keegan’s lap and kissed him deeply. The other man's hands roamed down his body, gripping his hips briefly before one of them drifted right in between his legs, fingers barely grazing his wetness.

“Jesus Christ, Logan,” Keegan rasped out, “You’re this wet for me already?”

“You always make me feel good, Keegan,” Logan whined, legs twitching as he felt his finger tips tease and rub his entrance in circles, “You know I can’t help it…”

“You’re getting no complaints from me.”

Keegan let out a hum as he slipped a finger inside, savoring how hot Logan felt while squeezing his bare ass with his other hand and giving him a playful slap. The other sergeant moaned out, clenching around his finger and grinding down against him. Keegan latched his lips onto his neck, sucking a bruise into a sensitive patch of skin before slipping another finger inside of him, curling them and causing Logan to moan out.

“Right there…!” He keened, leaning away slightly to give himself a moment to take off his shirt, now completely naked in Keegan’s lap.

Keegan sighed deeply as he took in the sight of Logan, his body already glistening with sweat. He admired the sounds coming out of him, both his sweet moans and the lewd sounds coming from his wet cunt as he pumped his fingers in and out.

“Keegan~” Logan was pressed up against him once more, grinding his hips down on his hand in a much harsher manner, “I want you inside me…”

“Yeah?” Keegan mumbled against his lips.

“Please, baby. I need you.”

Pulling him in for another open mouthed kiss, the older man stilled his fingers inside before slowly pulling them out. Logan whined at the loss, but was immediately distracted as Keegan broke off the kiss to suck on his fingers, the other man watching lustfully.

“You taste so good, Logan,” He sighed deliciously, “Next time, I need to make you sit on my face.”

Logan moaned at that thought, imagining Keegan’s soft tongue against him and eating him out like he’s been starved for days. But for now, he worked on undoing the man’s belt and pulling down his pants and boxers just enough to free his hard cock. He stared down in admiration, closing the distance between their faces with another kiss as he adjusted himself so that he was hovering over him. His legs twitched as he lowered himself down, his entrance touching the tip briefly until he started sinking down on his cock. Their kiss slowed to a halt as Logan gasped out pleasurably, Keegan letting out a stifled moan as the other sergeant clenched around him.

Immediately after lowering himself entirely on his cock, Logan already began to move, the burning sensation rubbing at his walls slowly being replaced by pleasure as he was stretched out. His hands rested upon Keegan’s shoulders, looking down at the bulge in his stomach every time he came down.

“Fuck, Keegan…” Logan whimpered.

Keegan bit down his lip, stifling a groan as he watched the other man bounce on his cock, desperate for pleasure and closeness. To keep him from slipping out of his hold, his hands gripped at his hips, occasionally roaming down to grope at the flesh of his ass. He’d thrust up if he was able to, hitting a spot inside of Logan that had him moaning out, but he’d otherwise be pulling him back down on his cock, trying to pull him in deeper every time. The tinted car windows fogged up from their body heat and breathing, and with the way he was being held and stretched with every inch of Keegan’s length, Logan was getting closer and closer to his orgasm.

“Gonna come…” He murmured out. God he was so close, but he didn’t have the energy to keep riding him like this, “Keegan, please~”

“I know, baby, I know,” Keegan panted out, “Just hold on…”

He gripped onto Logan’s hips before adjusting himself slightly before he began to thrust up, pulling him harshly down on his cock. His eyes widened as he moaned significantly louder than before, a harsh pleasure shooting up his body. He’d definitely be feeling this in the morning, but he loved when Keegan was rough with him like this.

“You gotta come for me, Logan…” The man beneath him moaned, indicating that he was getting close too.

Logan couldn’t get out a coherent sentence as he stared into his crystal, blue eyes, but he only managed to nod as his legs shook.

“Right now…! Right-fucking-now-!” Keegan thrusted up several times more when suddenly he arched back, eyes squeezing shut and biting down on his lip to stifle his deep moans. But he didn’t stop thrusting up, not even letting go of Logan, who reached his orgasm not long after, clenching around him and finding enough energy to bounce on his cock to chase that high and slowing down when he reached the point of overstimulation.He collapsed against Keegan, hanging onto his shoulders loosely as his legs trembled around him, and the other man caressed his shaking thighs. For a moment, Logan could almost pass out like this against him, only to open his eyes and see the fog on the windows.

“God help the poor souls who’re gonna be driving this tomorrow…” He mumbled out, earning a hearty chuckle from Keegan.

#call of duty #call of duty ghosts #cod ghosts #cod #cod logan #cod keegan #logan walker #keegan p russ #walruss #love and broken bones #l&bb #kinktober #whumptober

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your-fave-is-being-blended · 1 year ago

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can you blend logan walker from call of duty ghosts please? love seeing my bbg’s getting blended <3

Sergeant Logan Walker from Call of Duty: Ghosts is being blended!!

You cannot save him.

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stargazing-sapphire2 · 19 days ago

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Daniel Walker

Full Name: Daniel Elijah Walker

Date of Birth: September 1st, 1983. Los Angeles, California

Nationality: American

Occupation: United States Marine Corps

Rank: Sergeant

Age: 28 years old (At time of death)

Status: Deceased / KIA

Family / Relatives:

Andrew Walker - Father (Deceased)

Arabella Addington - Mother (Deceased)

Elias Walker - Older brother (Deceased)

Mina Hutchinson - Wife (Deceased)

Arabella Walker - Daughter (Alive)

David "Hesh" Walker - Nephew (Alive)

Logan Walker - Nephew (Status unknown, MIA)

Elias Walker II - Grandnephew (Alive)

Helena Walker - Grandniece (Alive)

Appearance:

*Hair color: Brown

*Eye color: Green

*Height: 5'11 / 180 cm

*Scars/Beauty marks/blemishes: N/A

*Faceclaim: Glen Powell

Personality:

On the surface, Daniel comes off as your "typical" Marine: Loud, stern, a hard ass, and uses crude humor as well as being slightly unhinged to a degree. But through all of that, he is caring, kind man who would move the world for his friends and family.

Having lived a difficult life at a young age, Daniel holds somewhat of a cynical view of the world. "Can the optimism; shits only going to get worse so do yourself a favor" was typically his saying to recruits. However, this attitude lessened after he married and became a father; of which something he would not have for long or live long enough to let it change him completely.

Background:

Daniel was born on September 1st, 1983 in Los Angeles, California, to Andrew and Arabella Walker née Addington. He was the couple's second child, seven years younger than their first son, Elias.

Shortly after Daniel's birth, their mother had caught Andrew in bed with another woman, the affair having started months prior. The divorce was nasty, and Andrew signed away all of his parental rights, having no interest in being a father to his sons. Due to this, their mother worked herself to the bone to provide for her children, while Daniel was left in the care of Elias.

Growing up, Daniel was a happy, outdoorsy kid, from skateboarding with his friends and playing sports after school; he was never one to stay inside for too long. The only drawback was Daniel wishing Elias could spend time with him outside of just being a babysitter whenever their mother wasn't around.

When Daniel was 11, the then 18 year old Elias left home and joined the Army right out of high school. Despite still remaining in contact through letters, phone calls and sending money so his mother could provide, Daniel grew resentful and angry, seeing this as a form of abandonment much like how their father left. Daniel changed for the worst; often getting into trouble at school, whether it was mouthing off to a teacher or getting into fights, and when he got older, he turned to partying, drinking, drugs, and chasing any skirt that came his way. Whenever Elias was home, Daniel would often start arguments with him, despite Arabella's best efforts to keep the peace between her boys.

After he graduated high school, Daniel decided to join the Marines, seeing as college had not been for him and he had flunked out in the first semester. This decision was supported by Elias, hoping it could bridge the gap between them, but Daniel remained cross with him, still clinging onto the bitterness he had when he was younger.

The military life was an entirely different perspective for Daniel. The rigorous training and tight schedule whipped him back up into shape and straightened his bad attitude, something that he grew to be grateful for, as he knew he'd be dead in a ditch somewhere if he continued the way he did prior to enlisting.

Months after he completed basic training, Arabella was diagnosed with a terminal illness, and did not have much time left; her final request being that she spends the remainder of her days with her boys. Both Elias and Daniel, for their mother's sake, stepped up and looked after her when they could. She would eventually pass away in her sleep in late 2003, and this would lead to Daniel and Elias reconciling, and Daniel would be introduced to his nephews, David and Logan, whom he had grown close to.

Daniel gained combat experience throughout the Tel Aviv war, although he would not come out unscathed, with both physical and mental scars.

In 2004, Daniel met Mina Hutchinson, a waitress who worked in a cafe when Daniel was visiting South Dakota. The two eventually fell in love, and got married two years after dating. Mina's good nature and patience tempered out Daniel's hotheadedness, and he considerably mellowed out, much to the gratefulness of Elias, as he was more than happy to see his little brother find someone.

In 2007, Daniel and Mina would have their first kid, a girl they named Arabella after her paternal grandmother. However, Mina passed away shortly after giving birth due to complications, leaving Daniel as a single father. Despite the struggles and grief, after having been abandoned by his own father, Daniel swore to never let that behavior repeat, and with the assistance of Elias he stepped up, and made sure Arabella was loved and taken care of.

Unfortunately, Daniel would not be in his daughter's life for long. In 2011, while on deployment, he and his unit were ambushed by Federation soldiers. Daniel was killed instantly, having been struck by a sniper's round through the back of his skull; he was only 28 years old at the time of his death. He would leave behind the 4 year old Arabella, who would then be taken in by her uncle Elias not long after her father's passing.

#oc bio #cod oc: daniel walker #call of duty ghosts #cod ghosts oc #ghosts oc #cod oc #sapphire's ocs

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southernbluebellereader · 2 years ago

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*slams money on counter*

GIVE ME ALL YOU GOT ON OUR BELOVED LOGAN!!

pls

🥺

👉🏼👈🏼

Sgt. Logan Walker HC's Part 2

(Because we love out lover boy)

A/N: I got some HC's and he'd be like as a father, BUT BESTIE I'M GONNA GIVE YOU MORE HEAD CANONS BECAUSE IDK WHAT TO WRITE WITH HIM

Master List (tag list at the bottom)

I said in the first head canons post I made that my mans Logan got jokes. Bestie, he gone have you on the FLOOR. You gone have abs by the time you're done laughing.

Deadass, once you get to know this man, he's so funny. No doubt in my mind - I think it has to to with being the second child. (Self-Insert: I'm the oldest of 3, my younger sister is funny as shit)

But he's also very calm and collected, which is what he's known for. So aside from his Hesh, his dad, you, and a select others knowing how funny this man, he's very stoic and knows how to carry himself.

The Keeper of The Snacks

He got all the snacks

You ain't even time to process the face that you hungry/want a snack and he already pulling out snacks for you and him from God knows where.

like even on missions and y'all have some down time, he just pull out Twix and gives you one of them. Not even saying nothing. Just leaving you flabbergasted.

If you take too long, he'd get on to you then eat it himself.

"Just fucking take it, or I'm gonna eat it."

According to the Wiki, he knows how to hunt, so expect him to go hunting according to whenever hunting season is (idk when that is lol)

Makes his own deer jerky and gives you a bag

Always getting you little gifts and trinkets - mostly without saying anything

Literal Crow-vibes in a sense that he gives you gifts in return for being his bestie and/or S/O

Again, he tall, dark, handsome, and ~mysterious~

Because of that he will communicate with you via Morse Code by blinking. That's the only reason you know Morse Code

Like you respond to him normal, and he just talks to you in Morse Code.

Hesh being the big bro he is, is like "wtf, talk normal, stupid"

anyways

NSFW (18+) (RATED M FOR MATURE) (MINORS DNI)

Doesn't talk too much in bed, mostly grunts, heavy breaths and moans, but like- in your ear (hot as fuck)

Loves when you're on top of him, he wants a good proper look at you, his beloved

He a grabber

like when he fucks you, he be grabbing your thighs, your hips, your sides

low-key manhandles you, but is King Of Aftercare and kisses every little mark he's given you

Loves hearing you whisper sweet nothings to him, aside from praises.

THE STAMINA

THE ENDURANCE

THE SPEED

Liked the classic moves, but up to try new things, whatever to please YOU, HIS BELOVED

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TAG LIST

@ateliefloresdaprimavera @galagcica @sweetybuzz25 @wisedinosaurpolice @itsasecrets-things @ronbon @lieutenantlashfaz @piper570 @shuttlelauncher81 @thanksbutno98 @gabriellathegreat @kult6 @loadedberetta

#cod #call of duty ghosts #cod ghosts #logan #Logan walker #walker #sergeant walker #sergeant Logan walker

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thatonesillyducko · 1 month ago

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CoD Ghosts OC: 𝐄𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐮𝐞𝐥 𝐁𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐧 𝐀𝐬𝐡𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐝⭑.ᐟ - About⟢

Took @stargazing-sapphire2 permission to use Ashford surname and I DID IT🗣️🫵🫵 enjoy my buddy

⛧| Name: Emmanuel "Phantom" Benjamin Ashford

⛧| Birth date: 29th February 2001 (LEAP YEAR BABY) (Hesh and Logan are clowning on him 💀)

⛧| Nationality: American

⛧| Occupation: U.S. Army/Task Force STALKER

⛧| Rank: Sergeant (might change..)

⛧| Age: 26 (in 2027), 29 (in 2030) ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ────── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ────── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

ᯓ★Affiliation(s):

── .✦Family/Relatives:

•Henry Ashford - Father (Alive)

•Helena Rorke - Mother (Deceased, KIA)

•Elizabeth and Evangeline Ashford - Twin sisters (Alive)

•Gabriel Rorke - Uncle (Alive)

•Julianne Foster - Paternal grandmother (Deceased)

•George Ashford - Paternal grandfather (Deceased)

•Marie Henrikson - Maternal grandmother (Deceased)

•Samuel Rorke - Maternal grandfather (Deceased)

── .✦Ghosts team:

•Elias "Scarecrow" Walker

•David "Hesh" Walker

•Logan Walker (Unknown, MIA)

•Thomas A. Merrick

•Keegan P. Russ

•Alex "Ajax" Johnson (KIA)

•Kick

•Riley (the goodest of all good boys)

•Jemíma "La Sombra" Ámbar del Mar Hernández

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ────── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ────── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

ᯓ★Appearance:

⛧| Hair color: Light brown

⛧| Eye color: Blue (Bro might be a carbon copy of his dad but has his mother’s eyes🗣️🗣️)

⛧| Height: 6’4 (tallest of all Ghosts..even his dad) ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ────── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ────── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

ᯓ★Personality:

⛧| N/A (Sorry, stand by :( ) ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ────── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ────── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

ᯓ★Background: (more to improve soon..)

── .✦⛧| Emmanuel was born on February 29, 2001 on the Camp Pendleton base in California to Henry Ashford and Helena Ashford (neé Rorke). Making him the younger brother of Beth and Eva.

── .✦⛧| Growing up, he was a calm and quiet kid, but also curious, trying to learn everything. He is unquestionably a mama's boy because he was glued to his mother's hip from the beginning. Until..In 2011, When Helena was killed in action while deployed Emmanuel was 10 years old, both Beth and Eva were 12 years old, Henry was left to care for his children with the assistance of their uncle, Gabriel Rorke. ── .✦⛧| Despite not having a mother, Emmanuel would continuously attempt to speak or interact with Henry, but he was unable to do so due to emotional neglect. He also observed a clash between Beth and Eva, his sisters. The small boy feels hurt and upset by Beth's fury directed at Eva while she defends herself, but despite all of this drama, he at least has a grey stuffed animal to console him for big emotions.

── .✦⛧| The ODIN strikes happened in 2017, and the Ashford residence was among the many buildings damaged that day. The little family of four lost everything, including their pets and precious things. Shortly after the ODIN strikes, aged 16 he would eventually enlist into the military, much to the reluctance and chagrin of Henry. (mf literally was unlucky enough both to survive the ODIN attack and not being able to leave the destroyed territory)

ᯓ★Trivia:

── .✦⛧| This young boy used to play practical jokes on his sisters to try to cheer them up and make them get along, but it didn't work out for Beth, so he ended up growing closer to Eva than she did.

── .✦⛧| Helena’s death left him devastated. He keeps a little photo of his mother beneath the helmet where it is worn.

── .✦⛧| Emmanuel adores Riley, who spoils the dog with food, cuddle pets, and long walks when Hesh or Logan are not around. Though, he also has sentimental memories of his own pets, whom he actually lost by ODIN attacks

ᯓ★Faceclaim:

⛧| Zac Efron

#cod oc: emmanuel ashford #cod ghosts oc #cod ghosts original character #cod ghosts #call of duty ghosts #enjoy this new ghosts oc y’all have been waiting for #All credits to my dude for help<3 ilysm

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ai-luni · 2 years ago

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Virago Pt 2

David "Hesh" Walker x Fem!Reader

Part 1

A/N: I did planned to take this further and try to fix it but an angsty end just felt right. My heart's broken, I hope yours is too. There likely won't be a third part but I like vig (she's basically a self insert so um...) and might write her again.

Again thanks to @aukuro for finding his photo for me

Word Count: 5.7k

Warnings: Angst, canon typical violence, sexual assault reference, panic attacks

June 28th - Tragedy

You could have sworn you heard gunshots, your unconscious hazy and unstable state made anything you saw or felt or heard feel like a dream. You heard Hesh’s voice, he called out to you, he calmed you down and you wanted to smile.

You thought of this all over. You thought of his voice. Had you been awake, the thought would have all felt incredibly indulgent but when your subconscious prevailed, your core desires never hid. They always led your mind back to a little house with that silly little boy and his silly little dog.

Some days it was a cabin in the woods, just you and him alone while Riley chased rabbits. Other times it was a house next to the coast. Playing volleyball with the boy, shirtless and tanned while Riley ran away from the waves. There wasn’t much beach left for unauthorised personnel’s this day and age but your subconscious never wanted to play politics.

The moment you truly opened your eyes, it took you a few seconds to realise you were awake. Uncontrollable brain fog; you couldn’t figure out what time it was, you couldn’t figure out where you were. All you knew was that you wanted to go back to sleep, live in that dream a little longer.

Your knees felt like fucking shit. Your head felt like fucking shit.

Oh dear Lord what happened.

What was in your lungs, were you drowning?

Why are they so sticky, why couldn’t you breathe.

Fuck.

What happened, fUCK WHAT HAPPENED.

“Hold her down.” A gruff voice you didn’t recognise spat at you and a little bit on you. A pair of arms reacted, wrapping around you and holding you tighter to the wooden chair frame against your back. You were so in your head, so in your body, you hadn’t realised your thoughts manifested into panic and your heart was beating dangerously fast.

“After all that and she’s still going.” The voice behind you added. He spoke directly next to your ear, too loud you instinctively flinched away from him, The sound like a patrol banging on someone's door, prying their way in.

You opened your eyes, first meeting Hesh. His eyes painted with concern and defeat and rage and… You weren’t sure. He probably wasn’t sure.

Then you met Merrick’s line of sight, his eyes only told you that he was sorry. Your heart shattered, everyone accepting the situation for what it was. The ghosts had failed their mission.

Keegan wasn’t back yet. Elias was yet to be seen..

You looked to Logan. His face was pale, blood covered his clothes, eyes bloodshot and puffy red. You gave him a concerned look he failed to meet. That’s when alarm bells rung in your head. Something happened while you were out. Of all of you, Logan’s spirit was the hardest to break and this boy right now looked the epitome of defeated.

“She wouldn’t last this long if I got my hands on her, if you know what I mean.” Some of the surrounding soldiers chucked which turned into hollers. You were tied and held back like your soul depended on it but Hesh and Merrick, it was their final straw.

“You’re fucking disgusting, I’m going to kill you!” Hesh launched out of his chair, directly towards the sergeant quicker than anyone else could even think about stopping him. Merrick took the chance of surprise, following suit soon after.

Like it was coordinated, a window shattered, the commanding officer in the centre of the room fell to the ground half a second later. There was no time to question it.

“Logan now!” He sprung out of his chair, knocking out the sergeant behind you. It took you a moment to find your balance. Logan’s arms were held out for a second to spare, making sure you did stay on your feet.

“Got you Vig.” You’d smile later, realising he used Keegan’s nickname. But not now.

Everything burnt. Adrenaline burns hotter.

You stole the gun from the body behind you, ready to keep moving. You hadn’t noticed the way you stumbled as you walked, Hesh did. He was by your side in a heartbeat.

“Virago,” He held your shoulders like fine china, his voice soft and low, a sound that would get you into bed any other day. “You okay?”

“I think so.” You groaned as you tried taking a step. Perhaps you were worse off than you thought. In reality, you almost saw death’s door. Your face was purple, legs almost numb, something between your legs and in your gut stung like the worst pain you’d ever felt and your chest crunched at every step you took.

“You okay, Merrick?” Hesh asked over his shoulder, Logan helping him to his feet.

“Yeah. Ribs broken, but I can move.” He didn’t sound well, but he was more put together than you were. Maybe you had come out of this most worse for wear. “You stick with Virago, we gotta keep moving!”

June 28th - Start of Mission

Logan led the way, Merrick a close second, double clearing a room. Hesh had an arm around your waist, you felt like dead weight, clutching your gun like it was gonna make a difference.

“Keegan, we’re up and moving. Get here as soon as you can.” Hesh spoke into his com. The static of it was even enough to set off another siren in your head.

“Check. I’ll meet you in the kitchen.”

“We need to make it to the west side of the building, It’s our best chance of getting out of here.” You spoke, Hesh depositing you against a counter to open the next set of doors. From where you stood, you weren’t sure you’d helped all too much, maybe hitting one soldier. Performance at this very moment wasn’t your main concern however.

Then finally you made it to the kitchen. The long room was clear, keegan meeting you halfway, eye focused on the exit.

You held your hand out to catch yourself on the wall, there was a small office off to the side you entered, giving a quick once over and nodding back to Hesh.

“Vig doesn’t look too good, is she gonna make it standing?” You could barely hear Keegan's voice as he spoke to Hesh.

“They did a number on her but she’s still got some in her. She sticks with me.” He replied.

“It’s clear. Bring Merrick in here, he’s gonna need a minute.” The moment it left your mouth, Merrick’s torso gave out and he fell onto a rack of plates and cutlery. Hesh was by his side in moments, basically dragging him into the office room. The racket of it all sounded 10 times worse with the stakes at hand.

“Shit, we gotta hide. Logan, in here. Quick.” Keegan was the last to enter the room, stationed and ready next to the archway. They heard us in the kitchen and were making their way in.

You sat on the back wall, finally taking the moment to catch your breath.

“Turn your radio down.”

A chorus of shh’s echoed in the space.

Your heart hasn't slowed down since you woke up.

All your focus was on the window. Heavy footsteps and a radio spouting portuguese steadily approaching.

The next series of events happened within the blink of the eye. Keegan jumped on the soldier the moment he entered. Body to the ground with his legs flailing about, searching the carpet for anything. Not a sound to be heard but his struggling grunts, Keegan's arm playing the part of a suffocator and muffler.

Then show time really began.

It was a shit show. One room after the other in a maze of hallways and foyers. Elias seemed long gone, Riley only crossing your mind upon Hesh’s inquiries. You stuck close to his shoulder, he almost had you anchored over his right shoulder, your feet sometimes not so much as grazing the ground as he moved you along quicker.

It took a two story drop for all of your injuries to really let themselves be known. Even after Hesh breaking your fall.

Something in your left knee wasn’t sitting right, blood had soaked a patch of fabric off the back of your shirt, a warm liquid trickled down the side of your neck and all you could hear was the ocean again.

A dog bark, a seagull squawk. Instead of fading black, your vision desperately wanted to fade a gorgeous baby blue. Sweat built behind your knees, sand sticking to it for dear life. His voice calling out to you once more.

He called you by your name, and it was bliss. It wasn’t a question of give up and give in, but inevitability.

“Virago?” He took you by the shoulders, now in front of you. Hesh’s panicked look subsided as you responded to his call, waking up. “Thought we lost you for a second.”

“If we can make it to the strip, I can find us a ride out of here.” Keegan reassured, not much of a plan but enough of a goal. A guttural moan left your lips as you tried to take a step, you were over Hesh’s shoulder completely in seconds.

“Take it slow, we’re gonna be outnumbered.” With that, Merrick led the way.

You fell into a routine, Hesh stationing you behind a fallen structure piece to cover him as he covers Merrick and Keegan making further ground.

Logan had Riley on his own shoulder as you preoccupied Hesh’s. The poor dog ran out at the wrong time but he’ll be okay.

Gunshots and yelling. It felt like years.

“Right side!”

“Cover me!”

“Watch out!”

“I got him!”

A total overwhelming, overstimulating combination of every sense. The sand and the hot sun. Your jaw crushed at every recoil, the sweat on your palms building your gun almost slipping out of your hands.

The smell was foul.

It was too much, you told yourself you couldn’t do it anymore.

It was exactly that that made you run to the evac helicopter. And that that saw you collapse the moment you were safe.

The baby blue sky had already swallowed you whole by the time the helicopter left the ground. This time it wasn’t just Hesh’s voice. Merrick’s voice as course as the sand you saw further and further in the distance. Keegan’s the tall grass that tickled your feet and Logan’s the seafoam that met the shore ocean to the shore. And it all drowned out. Only four steps in the waves took you under, cold and refreshing, a tingle on your skin.

You woke up maybe 15 minutes later, still in the air. You were in Merrick’s arm, himself just as out cold as you were. Hesh sat across from you, next to his brother, Riley over his lap. The three of them looked sorely unwell. But it was all over now. You hoped it was all over now.

Once you were out, HQ sent you to a US naval carrier just off the east coast. And that first night, you held Hesh.

He didn’t say anything, he didn’t cry. He barely slept. He just rested his head on your chest and let you hold him. In the early morning, he got up and left.

People heard what was going on and just pretended not to notice the two of you staying together at night. It was the least they could do. He watched his father die in action, his brother get shot in action, his dog get shot in action, his girl could barely walk and was now undergoing sexual assault kit.

Merrick took you and waited five hours for you to finally re-emerge from the medical ward. You did not see Hesh until later that night. He found you and on that second night, you both cried.

The second day, you stuck by Hesh’s side and he stuck by yours. Slowly but surely you found life returning to him. As your own and his brother's wound healed, he was starting to understand that he hadn’t lost it all.

Riley was walking, you were walking by yourself, Logan was walking by himself. And although you almost saw him smile, he still continued to blame himself.

It was that day however, you had your first mission debrief. He did not visit you the third night. His eyes became a cold shell again, he had one thing and one thing only on his mind. And you know you wouldn’t be able to join him on the mission to stop him from going too far.

“You’ll be leading this one, Hesh.” Merrick informed, something returned to Hesh’s eyes like a challenge.

The fourth night was the beginning of the end. He wasn’t a cold empty shell, whatever he felt evolved into something worse. Rage over rage built in layers. Every time he looked at you. The deep purple bruise under your eye and busted lip. When he touched you anywhere and saw you flinch or felt a lump. When he heard your manual breathing with every step you struggled to take.

When he saw the healing bruises on Logan’s shoulder, heard the wheezy cough he’d let out when he tried to drink or laugh. Or when he held his father’s balaclava in his hands. The image of his father’s body on the ground next to his brothers in a pool of blood.

He only heard one voice, it was the laughing of a killer and his men.

Unconditional rage turned David’s pupils a colour so unnatural. It hardly recognised him.

You wanted to beg Merrick but you weren’t sure what for. Hesh had to do it, the mission had to come first. You had no idea how to express to Merrick that this was going to become more than a mission to him.

Keegan was already gone who knows where and you were alone. Even in Hesh’s arms. There was no one to hear out your screams.

“Those fucking federation scum are gonna get it for what they did to you. As for Rorke.”

He didn’t need to finish the sentence.

You were scared.

He was more than ready.

The eighth night, you couldn’t sit right. Everything felt wrong. The night before, you had a dream so terrifying, you woke up in a cold sweat and paced the room until five. You couldn’t bring yourself to visit anyone. Every passing day waiting for this thing to happen felt like another failed day to stop it. You knew you couldn’t but by god if you didn’t feel guilty for not trying.

Something bad was going to happen. Something so earth shatteringly bad, nothing was going to be the same and you weren’t ready for it. It was so consuming and tiring and you were so exhausted. Your muscles were under constant stress and fizzled by the day, it felt like you’d had a cold for 4 months. Your skin pale and bruises refused to heal like they should. It was wrong.

You were almost on your knees to Merrick, you had to be out there with the Walker boys. He denied. David denied. Even Logan denied.

That eighth night, you almost felt like you could throw up at any given moment. It was actually that eighth afternoon when Hesh visited you. Merrick sent him to check up on you. He’d never seen you so unravelled, even after so many years of being a ghost by your side.

Hesh calmed you down, himself oddly relaxed for the chaos that had unfolded just days ago and was bound to unfold any second. He coaxed you into your berth, hands firm on your shoulders and he coached you to breathe: in and out.

In and out.

His gaze was then the softest you’ve seen them since he found out this was his mission. Was it more or less settling, you were unsure. You just wanted a break, you wanted to forget even for a moment.

You kissed him to forgot, he kissed you like he loved you. Everything he wanted to get back for you, he put into that kiss. He made everything so hard to forget. Everything had to come out. It was your last chance and if he slipped through your fingers, you wouldn’t be able to live with yourself.

“You can’t do it. Please don’t go.” It was a sob, barely audible on his lips. A stain now appeared on his left shoulder as you laid everything you had out to him.

“The mission comes first, It has to be done.” It felt like he was lying through his teeth.

“Then stick you’ll the mission!”

“Rorke is my mission!”

“When they tell you to come back David, you come back!”

“Rorke has to die! That motherfucker took everything!”

“Then don’t let him take you from me!”

“He won’t be taking anything from anyone when I get him!”

You wailed into his shoulder. The screaming match (certain the entire boat could hear) ended with you on your knees, holding the boy by his shirt. He had whittled you down to nothing, a pure catch 22. Your pleas fuel the one action that caused the pain in the first place.

“You have to trust me.” He cooed, your name sounding like the most gentle word on earth when he said it.

“I trust you with my life. I don’t trust you with yours.” You were defeated and the anticipation was unbearable. If he couldn’t make you forget, then you’d have to show him all your love while you still could.

Every piece of skin, every nerve in his body. You would feel guilty - deep down you knew the call was coming tomorrow - but you didn’t give a shit, he wouldn’t give a shit. If this was all you could get, you had to make it count. You couldn’t make it stop, you might as well give him something more to fight for.

July 5th - All or Nothing

You got two hours of what you could barely count as sleep. The both of you back into preparation for the day waiting for the call. And it came early.

The carrier was being evacuated, you made your escort quickly alongside Merrick. The last image you kept of Hesh for the next couple hours was his hunched form over a gun, clearing the deck and you might have as well prayed in that moment.

Merrick brought you with him to the mission control room, you were still unwell but your input is always valued.

In truth, you knew he only kept you on the bench because you’d throw a fit if he didn’t.

You were sitting in the back of a dark, hot room. Filled with coloured screens. People everywhere and Merrick in the middle of it all. He stood for the most part, hunched over his own screen. You listened intently to his every word.

“Latest intel has confirmed Rorke is at the facility but you have to get that missile launched first.” Your breath was caught in your throat. It was almost pathetic how worked up you were over this boy.

You knew to him, this mission was nothing. An A to B when his real goal was R. You knew this could change everything, put you in a large lead against the federation but that switch failed to push itself completely over. The image of that boy’s concentrated eyebrows, two finger’s applying the navy face paint in the mirror. His lips, his hands. The love you once saw in him blown out pupils.

It was excruciating. You were restless. You couldn’t see anything, you could barely hear anything. You have no idea how Elias did this so many times before, you’d lose your mind.

There was chatter and movement. You knew everyone in this room was skilled at their job - hell, they save your life every single time you go out there - but movement right now made you want to shit yourself.

It had barely even been 15 minutes until you heard a “we have a successful launch.”

You felt your first breath, taking in enough air to prepare for another hibernation. Now was the true test of Hesh’s self control, true motives and how smoothly it was going to go was unprecedented.

“Negative Hesh.” Your ears perked up, Merrick in the centre of the room had an eye on you. “Return to rally point, we’ll track him down together.”

You were on your feet now, the closest person to you had their headphones ripped off. The poor lady was too focused on the screen in front of her to really care.

“Sorry Merrick. Your mission is complete, ours isn’t.” It was his voice. The feeling of sickness returned quicker than it left. Everything played out exactly as you knew it would. Just as you were anticipating and you could do nothing about it.

“Goddammit boy!” Merrick threw the headset onto the table in front of him, the people within his vicinity ducking out of the way. The look of defeat in his eye, no match for your own.

You told him so. You tried to tell him so. And he didn’t listen. He didn’t want to find you, if there was anything on this earth he would be afraid of, it’s the look he knew was waiting for him.

You couldn’t take it. The room was suddenly so stuffy. Too loud.n

You stormed out. Merrick was close on your trail. Your back was to him, wasn’t gonna stop you from giving him a mouthful.

“Those stupid fucking boys!” And hell broke loose. “Of course he wasn’t going to listen!”

“Virago.” Merrick held a calm and steady voice, sure he was angry - maybe even more than you because it slipped through his fingers, it was always right in front of his eyes - but it felt less like a loss of everything to him the way it did for you.

This boy had you wrapped around his little finger, he couldn’t take his finger off the trigger.

Merrick took slow, calculated steps. Approaching a wild animal moments before disaster.

“Don’t you dare! Of course he doesn’t listen! He never listens and he’s gonna get himself and Logan killed! I knew it was going to happen, I just knew it and I still couldn’t stop it.” Your hand was holding the wall, every word coming out more of a heave than a yell. Merrick’s efforts of calming you down really only made it worse. “Don’t you dare! I begged you! I was on my stupid fucking knees!”

“Sergeant.” Your hot headedness was never going to outdo his own, spontaneous outbursts. “I am your superior!”

That was all it took to make your engine stall. The ball of energy trapped and swallowed once again and you were humbled back to a professional stance.

Sweat leaked from your pores, tears crawling out of your eyes, spit settled on your chin. In any attempt to hold back any emotion, it was too strong. And if not anger, distress was the next best option. You must have looked like an idiot but it happens to the best of us. Merrick had no words to speak, his own body processing a loss of his own.

“I’ve just never had something that good before.” It was all you could think of. After a beat of silence, it was the only thought brought to the forefront of your mind when you questioned your overattachment over the past day. And with a sheepish expression, Merrick showed you his attention. His own eyes filled with a sorrow like the reality of Elias’s death and now the possibility of his son's death only just hit him.

“You got me, kid.” It was the most genuine thing you’d ever heard from him. The sight of a tear on his cheek was sobering. A plug pulled out of the drain, the adrenaline escaping your body taking all your colour with it. And you laughed.

“You’re an old fart.” He seemed to go through the same process, soon his own pale face smiled in the bittersweet moment.

“You’re probably right.” You shook your head.

“Nah. You still got it. You’re the greatest leader I'll ever have.” And the closest thing you have to a father figure you wanted to scream. But the grin that was fighting it way onto his face was enough satisfaction for you.

If it was just the two of you out on the field, you knew at that moment it would be enough. You could do it by his side, he could do it by yours. It would be enough.

“If they’re not dead by now, go find him.”

You took Merrick’s place. It only took a couple seconds to orient yourself with the information in front of you but with perfect timing, you heard his voice once more. You left out a sigh of relief.

“Merrick, we’re on the train. We’re going after Rorke.” There was clear gunfire in the distant background, only a few minutes until the air attack. Whatever was going to happen was going to happen quickly and it had to happen now. There was little time to blink, a much needed gear shift was finally made in your mind to focus. The switch was pushed all the way.

“Solid copy.”

“Vig?” That was Logan.

“I can prepare an evac as best I can, recon’s on standby but the place is going down.” You heard Hesh let out a breath. Maybe you were just letting yourself hear things. “Be careful.”

Like a send off to a deathwish. The radio silence was an overwhelming sound. You turned to Merrick once more, watching your command.

A proud smile and eyes that spoke a truth of wisdom. “There’s no turning back now, might as well guide them back home.”

With that, you stationed yourself off to the side. Watching as Merrick took over the room again, this was a much bigger assignment than just getting these boys home but things felt so much better now that you were finally off the bench. You listened closely to the progression of things. Merrick trusted you’d guide the boys if any problems were to arise.

“Virago, do you copy?” Hesh called.

“Copy, Hesh.”

“We’re moving in on Rorke. If you hear the word “checkmate”, you will fire on our position. Confirm.”

“Say again, repeat your last.”

“You heard me, Vig. On “checkmate”, hit the train”

At this point, there was no point fighting. Merrick’s grounding stare gave you a nod. You had to trust him.

Hesh was stubborn like that. Somehow his mission was now yours. You found it hard to deny him of what he wanted, what he planned. You couldn’t deny the rage he was feeling that filled the void of his father and you couldn’t deny the insufferable lack of motive he’d have for anything else if he didn’t get this out of his system.

There was no fighting him. Not for something like this. Even if it was going to kill you on the inside. He has always been driven by his heart, over his brain and especially over his dick. And you knew for as long as it took, revenge for you and his dad was always going to be the only posted note on his to-do list in there.

“Checkmate.” In under two minutes.

“Checkmate confirmed.” The train was taken down. Then fully submerged. So was your heart and the lump in your throat. So quickly, you couldn’t even think about it. An awful, hideous part of your brain, the mind you held pre Rorke’s return, started to think this could be the start of the end of it. That this could all be worth it.

So long as you remembered how David made you feel, it would never truly feel worth it.

Every limb had gone numb and you sat in your chair spaced out. The chaos around you drowned out.

You saw it again, like it was through a looking glass. The beach. The sand and the waves. You couldn’t hear it. As much as you forced yourself to - ‘Bark Riley! Goddammit bark!’ - it always felt too artificial. And what once was a gorgeous baby blue, returned to black. And the dream was gone.

So deep in your state of mourning, it took multiple radio calls to try to put life back in you.

“Virago, Come in.”

“Vig? Merrick?”

You were so out of it and stunned, so certain for at least 15 minutes you’d heard the last of him. Merrick scrambled to your side. Connection was weak but enough. He grabbed your comm.

“Hesh? Hesh, is that you?”

“Yeah, I'm with Logan. We’re okay.” He sounded scuffed but he sounded alive, that’s all you could ask for.

“And Rorke?” Merrick asked, your sigh faintly picked up by the device that brought a smile to Hesh’s face.

“Dead. He’s dead.”

“Copy that.'' The smile on Merricks face was undeniable as he proudly patted your shoulder, “the federations in full retreat. The rest of the payload’s inbound to finish the job.”

“Sit tight, recon’s coming for you!” Finally gaining your bearings, you snatched the device to reassure them. You only wished you could be there to pick them up.

Yourself and Merrick ran to meet them upon arrival. Their return not at all being what you expected.

“No! We have to go back! That motherfuckers taken him who knows where!” The helicopter door was opened to Hesh kicking and throwing a riot. Logan was not there.

If the Walkers were good for one thing, it was disappearing on you.

A soldier exited the aircraft, meeting your side.

“He’s been like this when we picked him up, not in good shape.”

“What about Logan?” Merrick asked.

“There was only him when we got there.”

There it was, you thought It all felt a little too good to be true.

It was a struggle but the two of you managed to get the last Walker brother inside, explaining the event.

Rorke was still alive, he dragged Logan away. It took two hours just to get that out as you patched his face and examined him. He wouldn’t let anyone else in the room. Hesh was in bad shape, you suspected he had a bad concussion.

After another two hours, you finally convinced him to get in someone who could properly look after him. You were quick to find Merrick at that time, he was waiting for information. He actually looked nervous.

In that hallway. As people ran around you, Merrick stood in front of you. It all felt a little useless. Everything you fought for for at least the past five years, this back and forth. It was always going to be just that. Just a back and forth. Only took maybe two weeks, but it was enough to pile nihilistic thought upon nihilistic thought in your mind.

“Rorke’s alive.” You failed to meet Merrick’s eyes, the tone in your voice spoke volumes. “He took Logan. Dragged him who knows where.”

“Sonofa-!” He threw something against a wall. Suddenly you felt like a child again, getting in trouble, standing at the front of the class with your hands behind your back. Life repeats itself like that.

“Just when you think you’ve done enough to change, everything repeats itself.” You weren’t going to cry. You didn’t even feel sad. You’ve taken lose after lose before but this was different, the collateral damage was too personal. It just made you wonder.

“Are you still with us Y/n?” You could only nod. He kept an eye on the door Hesh was behind, he was contemplating. Like it was a game of chess, he anticipated every outcome as far as his mind would let him. He was a good leader like that.

“Go, find keegan. He should be back in 2100.” You nodding making your way to the control room. It was significantly quieter. Maybe only two people were at their stations, the rest were gone.

“Keegan, how to copy?”

“Keegan, can you hear me? What’s your status?”

“Copy. Mission was successful, on our way now.” There it was.

“Copy that. Loki was a success.” The moment success left your lips was enough to set off a tear. Everything in your gut wanted to fight it, you had to. You had to stay professional.

“Good to hear, Vig.”

“Get some rest, things will get hot when you get back. Logan’s gone MIA. We'll be on his trail soon.” Keegan only let out a dissatisfied grunt. He wasn’t the type to show his emotion, but you knew this would be difficult for him to deal with, especially after Ajax.

“Copy.”

October 10th - unadulterated hope

That night Logan disappeared, seconds turned into minutes, minutes into hours. Then to days and weeks and before you could get an ounce of proper sleep, it had been three months. Three months and with the four of you, scuffed, exhausted, dehydrated and just on the edge of radio connection in the amazon forest.

You knew any day now you’d have to give up. You had already been advised to drop this rescue search for a month now, it was only a matter of time until it was no longer a suggestion but an order.

You weren’t even sure how far lost Logan would be by now. You knew Rorke wanted him on his team, you know what the federation did to Rorke was probably what they’d have to do for him. It took Rorke 10 years, if you found Logan within the first year, there was no doubt you could save him.

Hesh trembled in your arms most nights. You were all he had.

You were his distraction. He tried to be yours but the boy couldn’t help getting so overcome by his emotions most of the time. When things get tough, you turn to Merrick instead. He grounded you and you grounded him.

Most nights you and Hesh found yourselves talking about the beach, talking about finding Riley and Logan and laying in the hot sun together.

He would explain San Diego to you, it was everything you could ever dream about. He told you about the stories his father would tell him.

You drifted to sleep with the vision of a blue, not quite that gorgeous baby blue you remembered but it was blue enough to get you through it. You forgot how Riley’s bark sounded, Hesh’s warm arms were substitute enough.

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montcumbry-gaytor · 2 years ago

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Twenties • Prologue

David "Hesh" Walker x Male Reader

Summary : It had been two months since the disappearance of Sergeant Logan Walker, Field commander Hesh, Commander Thomas Merrick, and Sergeant Keegan Russ are trying anything and everything to get him back, with you, Sergeant Y/N "Bishop" L/N.

A/N : I finished COD ghosts in like two days and im just enamored with the ending, with a fair warning that im not real smart so there may be mistakes regarding military aspects of this fic 🫶 be warned.

CW : Spoilers for COD : Ghosts, Semi-Mutual pining.

Unpleasantly awoken for who knows how many times now, you finally chose to pop out of bed rather than rolling over and hoping for another hour of sleep before you were needed on duty.

Pulling the grey t-shirt you once slept in over your head, you tossed it into a laundry basket, replacing said shirt with a similar one of the same breathable material, now long sleeved to cover the many scars you formed.

You slipped on your Camo pants, and tied your black combat boots on tight, raising up to pull your dog tags from out under your shirt, letting them dangle freely from your neck.

You took a minute to slip into the bathroom, Slicking your hair back and brushing your teeth, you had time for all these things, as per usual with your mornings, because no one was required to be up until an hour later.

You trekked the halls of the large base, its silence comforting and common to you, your footsteps quiet as they were trained to be, not only to not wake other soldiers, but to never alarm an enemy of your presence.

Walks like these comforted you, little to no people ever crossed paths when you went, leaving you to your thoughts, clear your head after yet another restless night, preparing yourself for yet another long day.

Upon crossing in front of the main command room, your eyes landed on an almost unmoving Field commander, part of the infamous Ghosts and the son of the passed Captain Elias T. Walker.

You slowly stepped into the room, finding no one but him occupying its walls, his shoulders rising and falling slowly, his arms crossed in front of him and his face tucked into them.

"Hesh?.."

You lightly pressed a hand on his shoulder, watching him shoot awake, seemingly a light sleeper alike you.

"As much as you need sleep, i recommend your quarters. Long night?"

You asked, pulling your arm back to your side, watching him rub the inner corners of his eyes, his lips upturned at your comment.

"Quite, Sergeant. What's the time?"

"Quarter past four, Sir."

You said, eyes quipping to the clock and back to him, watching as he pushed himself out of the office chair.

"Up early again?"

"You know me."

You answered, a small, tired grin flashing at Hesh, the friendly banter normal, as you had begun this since you had joined Elias' forces, catching Hesh asleep almost anywhere, and if he wasnt, he was exhausted.

"Walk with me?"

He asked, Green eyes eyeing you as he slung his coat over his arm.

"Always, Sir."

"-You really dont need to call me 'Sir', Bishop."

"I know, im still going to though."

You stated, walking with Hesh, slowly making your way outside the base, the sky barely beginning to brighten, the moon and stars danced faintly in the sky, the winds bite tickling the back of your neck.

"Any leads on Logan?"

You could hear the deep sigh Hesh let out, you understood the hurt his voice carried.

"Merrick said that theres a possible bunker Rorke had been staying in before he went M.I.A with Logan."

"Doesnt sound like much, Anything counts though."

You said, leaning on the railing that overlooked the city the base was set in, troops, officers and more trekked on below, everyone beginning to wake.

"Anything and Everything counts."

He said, You could only answer in a nod, Your eyes glazing over his relaxed demeanor, though his brows furrowed and his jaw tightened, you could tell it was determination that fueled him.

"I'll go with, I always do."

"You know i cant argue with that."

Hesh chuckled, turning around and leaning his back on the railing, Unbeknownst to you, he watched as the sun rose in your face, the way the wind tussled your hair and the way your lips curved as you listened to him speak.

"You have anything lined up for me today?"

You asked, your eyes flickering over to him, and back to the sunrise, fiddling with your dog tags.

"Just some boarder watch from eight to four, you can take riley with you so you dont get bored."

He responded, silence was carried between you, watching as the sun had risen, you could hear the faintest noises of Hesh's breathing.

"Well, We should be getting back in, especially me, Walk with me?"

"Always."

He hummed, joining you as you walked back to the area where both you and hesh's quarters were located, small talk passed the time it took, finally landing the both of you at your room.

"I've gotta get ready, and I'll take good care of riley, You should shower though."

You joked, tussling his messy hair with your hand, chuckling as Hesh playfully smacked your hand away.

"See you later sir."

You watched him walk away, his footsteps disappearing as he rounded the hall, leaving you to get your things, pulling your vest on over your shirt.

Slinging your rifle around your shoulders after turning its safety on and checking it was properly loaded, you made your way to find riley in Hesh's room.

Peeking through the door, Riley immediately took notice of your presence, padding up to you with a wagging tail.

"Hey boy, You're with me today."

You hummed, crouching down to his level to pet behind his ears, standing once more, Hesh's familiar smell of gunpowder and rain meeting your nose, a comforting and friendly smell.

"Hm.. You're lucky you get to sleep in here."

You hummed, Clicking your tongue to get Riley's attention.

"Come on boy."

Exiting Hesh's room (Unfortunately), you pulled the door shut, humming a tune as you made your way down the stairs, Riley following in suit, Now on the concrete ground of the city, you passed many soldiers, a group of privates, which saw you and gave you a quick salut before continuing to their needed positions.

the large concrete wall stood between the city and the outside, steel stairs leading to the towers you made your way up, Sg. Russ turned his head to yours his eyes softening as he recognized your familiar face.

"Sergeant."

He said in recognition nodding his head upwards, you did the same back.

"Im taking over for you, you should get some sleep Sergeant."

"Very much needed sleep, Thank you, Bishop."

Keegan said, rising from his position, his rifle slung around his shoulder, patting your upper arm as he trekked off, exhausted after a long night.

And thus began your watch, sitting in the foldout chair, you eyed the wasteland -esc roads, seeming as if no life was found for miles.

WOOO!!! tell me if yall want more of this shit because i had so much fun writing it!! Hesh needed a lot of love and I'm gonna give it to him!!!

#male reader #call of duty #cod #hesh walker #call of duty ghosts #david hesh walker #hesh x male reader

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rinniewrites · 2 years ago

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Ghost Stories Chap.1- No Man’s Land

Simon “Ghost” Riley x Fem!Ghost Reader (MW2 (2022) X COD:Ghosts (2013) crossover

Summary: Taskforce 141 is sent on a confidential mission where they discover Ghost isn’t one of a kind.

A/N: decided to rewrite the first two chapters because I did not like the way the story started. I combined the new ideas mixed with the old ones and made one long chapter!

Word Count: 2.8k

Task Force 141 was sitting at a booth in a bar with their usual banter. Soap and Ghost make horrible jokes making Gaz howl in laughter while Price shakes his head. “Aye! Laswell!” Soap shouts pointing his drink in her direction. “Hey boys I have a very special task for you,” Laswell says as she approaches the end of the table with a file in her hand. “Special, eh?” Gaz questions as he reaches for the file. “Top Secret.” She says pulling up a chair from a nearby table.

“I have a very good friend down in Santa Monica. He has two sons. He’s sent them on a special mission down in No Man’s Land. It is a confidential mission but his sons can’t go alone and I want you all to assist them.” “And what will we be assisting them with?” Price raises an eyebrow as he reads the file on Logan and Hesh.

Laswell glances around the nearly empty bar before turning back to the group of soldiers. “My friend, Captain Elias Walker has recently discovered that the Federation seeks to overwhelm the United States and they plan to do it using the ODIN missiles.” She explains pulling out more pictures of documents. “Bloody hell.” Gaz sighs. “Your job is to help assist Logan and Hesh in grabbing intel and finding out who is in charge of the Federation and take them out. I can have a plane ready for you by the morning to take you to their base in Santa Monica. If you are up to the task.” Laswell explains. Price nods his head, “We’ll take it.” Ghost looked away taking another shot and getting up to leave.

------------ SANTA MONICA 1400 HOURS

“Aye we should go to the pier and ride the wheel huh L.t?” Soap wraps his arms around Ghost. “Johnny gets off of me we are almost there.” Ghost grunts. They approach the entrance to the base where Elias Walker was waiting for them. He quickly scans the group of men before standing up straighter. You could see the conflict in his eyes. “Gentlemen. I am Captain Walker I run the base here.” Price fixes his hat before taking a step forward, “Captain Price. This is my taskforce 141. This is Sergeant MacTavish, Sergeant Garrick, and Lieutenant Riley.” The men nodded in greeting. Ghost could feel Walker’s eyes lingering on him. Obviously, it’s something he was used to but he did not enjoy it when people stared longer than they should.

Walker continued to talk while his eyes were still on Ghost, “I’m sending you to assist my boys in a secret mission in No Man’s Land. That’s the area where the accidental ODIN missile hit. Right in front of the stadium. The federation has turned it into a base. They already got a headstart so the path should be clear and you could meet them right at the tunnel. After you gather the intel you will meet with a very special recon team. They will help the rest of the way.” He explained to the task force. He then turns and nods at a soldier behind him that had a box of new radios. “These are the radios with special comms you will need to complete this mission.”

As the men begin to switch out their radios Walker called out to Ghost, “What’s your callsign Lieutenant?” Ghost looked back at the Captain before answering, “Ghost, sir.” Walker hums before asking a question. “You ever hear the Ghost story.” At the mention of that Soap and Gaz shoots up. “The infamous story about the Ghost Team that took on hundreds of enemy soldiers and won? I used to hear that story all the time when I was a little lad.” Soap said cheerfully. Gaz nodded. “That’s just a made-up story though right? That was only the story reported of them and it is kind of hard to believe.” Walker chuckled before turning back to Ghost, “You remind me of one, a Ghost. They wear those masks like the one you got on your face.” Ghost remained silent but was interested.

Walker starts to walk towards a jeep signaling the men to follow. “This is the truck you will be taking follow the road down until there is no more left. You will see the entrance to a forest, follow the trail and it will lead to where my sons are. Good luck soldiers.”

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The men finally see the entrance to the tunnel in the distance Price sigh in relief as the journey to get there wasn’t easy. He thinks back to how the ground shook as they walked on the edge causing Gaz to almost fall off the end of the edge, a deer scaring Soap causing him to curse loudly in his native language which caused Ghost to scold him resulting in a small argument almost alerting the enemy.

Once they reached the right side of the tunnel Ghost spots two people laying the grass, which would’ve been invisible to the untrained eye. Logan and Hesh stand up and train their guns at the other men. Price holds his hands up, “Sergeants, we are taskforce 141 sent by your father to assist you.”

141 quickly introduces themselves. Hesh steps up nodding at the group, “Nice to meet you all, our job right now is to head into the tunnel and gonna put this camera on Riley so he can scout the area and look for intel. We will meet with a recon team after” He leads the group to the tunnel.

As the six of them and Riley, the german shepherd walk into the tunnel, Gaz notices multiple conveys coming down. “Vehicles incoming, shifting right.” He warned. The group quickly shuffles behind rusty cars as the vehicles pass. As they get to the end Hesh puts his hand up, “Hang on. Straggler on the right, two o’clock. Take them out.” Logan signals for Riley to kill him. As Riley takes down the Soldier the team continues moving forward. “Jackpot,” Gaz says. Price looks in the direction Gaz is, “Sergeant, there is a massive enemy camp just ahead.” Hesh nods and hands Logan his tablet, “Sync up with Riley.”

Logan syncs up with Riley. The dog slowly moves forward and climbs through the entrance of an abandoned bus before continuing out of sight. “Wanna see why Riley is the most valuable teammate?” Hesh asks pointing to the tablet. The team gathers around Logan and watches carefully.

As the soldiers watch the camera they see Riley in the grass dodging Federation soldiers. Suddenly Gaz points to an area on the screen, “The guy on the trailer, you see him?” “Hold on Riley.” Hesh zooms in to see an unfamiliar man standing on the trailer as two Federation soldiers bring out someone their faces weren’t visible since the man was blocking the view. “Riley move to the right.” Riley obeyed Hesh’s orders as the captured person came into view everyone looks in confusion. Soap turned to Ghost and says, “Ghost he looks like you.” Hesh turns to his brother, “ Logan sync up the mic let's hear what the bastard is saying.”

The mic soon pics up the conversation, the man leans down to look at the masked man, “What’s wrong? You look like you've seen a Ghost.” He taunts. They could hear Ajax’s shaky voice, “Rorke?” He asks. The group listens intensely. None of them had heard of a Rorke before. Rorke signals the two soldiers to send Ajax back into the truck. The man, Rorke turns to the rest of the soldiers, “Move everything to firebase Charlie! Including him! Operation Homecoming will be on schedule!” He exclaims. Hesh curses quietly telling Riley to head back.

“What the hell is Operation Homecoming?” Ghost asks. “Hell if I know.” Price says as Riley returns. Suddenly, Hesh’s radio goes off, “Viking what’s your position? You all better double time or get left behind.” Hesh groans in frustration before responding, “Let's move! Stalker-Six, we're headed to your position. Don't start the party without us!”

The men regroup with Riley at the exit point. Riley takes off forward, barking. “What the hell Riley? Slow down!” Hesh shouts after the dog. “What’s up with the dog?” Soap asks watching Riley growl at the tall grass ahead. “It looks like he senses something.” Ghost says.

Growling was heard all from multiple directions.“Shit! It’s wolves!” Gaz exclaims reaching for his handgun. All at once, the wolves started running at the group from all directions. Ghost shot at a wolf that was heading for Logan, he nods at him in thanks. While Ghost were focused on Logan another wolf tackles him. Ghost hits it with the butt of his gun and it backs off before attacking Riley. Logan shoots at the wolf. Not being able to catch a break, the handgun runs out of ammo. The wolf Ghost shot at looking pissed as it leaps toward him. The wolf almost got a hold of the masked soldier before a man tackles it down. Two other dark figures run past him shooting the wolves off.

As Logan, Hesh, and 141 gather themselves the three new figures turn around to face them. There were two men and a woman. They wore all black but masks covered their faces. Ghost makes eye contact with the woman. You look him up and down as Keegan side-eyes you before throwing a nasty look at Ghost. Price and Gaz share a glance and Soap gawks at them. “Holy shit! You’re the Ghost team! The one from the stories! Yer real!” Ghost quickly hits him upside the head, “Quiet MacTavish.” You smile at the man with the mohawk. “You’ve heard of us before?” You smirk. Merrick scoffs before turning to you, “Noir we don’t have time for this.” He heads over to Hesh. “Do you have the intel?” Hesh stares at Merrick before grabbing the intel, “Captain Merrick? We were waiting on you, sir.” Merrick scans through the intel. Price speaks up, “ We saw a group of Feds moving a guy to Firebase Charlie. He was wearing a skull mask as well.” You glance at the tablet in your captain’s hand. “Yeah Ajax. They’re taking him to the stadium.”

Merrick nods while putting the intel away in his vest. “All right, we don’t have a lot of time. You stick with us but you listen to what I say no questions asked, understood?” There was a chorus of “Yes sir!”.

-------- Fireball Charlie 1546 HOURS

The group crouches in an abandoned building right across from the stadium. Keegan prepares a gun before turning 141. “Remote Sniper. It’s not loaded. Anyone wanna do the honors?” Ghost grabs the sniper and points it toward the stadium. You slyly scoot next to him before leaning closer, trying to match his line of sight. You hear him scoff but chooses to ignore you. “You have eyes on Ajax yet?” Keegan questioned pushing in between you and Ghost. Your face scrunches up and you gently push his shoulder. “Negative.” He briefly responds. Soap comes and sits on the other side of Ghost, “Aye, L.T. check the press box. Twelve O Clock.”

“You got eyes on him?” You questioned. “Affirmative, but they’re moving him.” Merrick grabs a grenade launcher. “We should move in.” Gaz looks at Merrick puzzled, “Move in? There are at least a couple of hundred soldiers out there. What about backup?” “Why do you think you’re here.” Merrick sneers. “Convoys incoming. Logan, Noir, Price, grab a grenade launcher and help me tag them.”

You four tag the trucks as they come by. “Convoy cleared let's move.” You reach two empty trucks and climb in. Ghost sits in the front with Keegan. Riley sits next to you sniffing the air and listening for enemies. Keegan starts the truck up before turning to Ghost. “Watch and learn kid.” Keegan begins driving across the street. “Approaching Gate,” Merrick announces. The gate was heavily guarded by Federation troops. “Blow the charges on my mark.” Price tells you and Logan. “NOW.” Trucks explode as Keegan accelerates through the gate alerting the troops in the field. “WEAPONS FREE!!”

Shots are flying everywhere as more and more soldiers come out to stop the truck. Keegan makes a sharp right causing everyone to hit the other side of the truck, nearly falling off. “Fucks sake Keegan you can’t drive for shit!” You yell trying to grab your gun and continue shooting at the soldiers. Keegan makes another turn before driving up seats and into the stadium crashing right into a concession stand.

Merrick frantically gives orders over the chaos, “Noir! Take the 141 and go find Ajax! We’ll hold them off from here and meet you on the second floor near the southwest box.” “Rog! Riley, let’s go!” You run as the rest of the Ghosts throw smoke and flash grenades. As you reach a dark hallway a flash bang goes off. “Company! One O Clock!” You exclaim while covering your eyes. Gaz pulls you cover with him. “Looks like they’re protecting the door.” You nod as you get back up shooting an enemy and throwing your knife at another that tries to crawl away. You grab a flash and throw it toward three more federation soldiers blocking the door. “EKIA. Let’s move.” You push through the doors to find the room mainly empty. Nothing but an injured enemy on the ground. The rest of the Ghosts run in behind you, Merrick grabbing the Federation soldier and holding him up.

“Where is he?!” “I don’t know!” Keegan notices Riley sniffing the ground, “Riley’s got his scent let’s go. Merrick slices the soldier's neck before following Riley.

Riley leads them to a slightly open shutter door. You give Ghost a smoke grenade. “Smoke ‘em.” As the room begins to fill up with smoke, soldiers start piling out Soap and Gaz shooting at them until no more came out. Once you make sure the room was cleared you continue to follow Riley. You walk in between Soap and Ghost. “Dogs are really intelligent and easy to work with I believe every task force should have one.” Ghost huffs out a breath that you think counts as a laugh. “Johnny’s fuckin’ terrified of dogs almost pissed his bloody pants once when he thought a pitbull was chasing him.” You hold back your laugh to save Soap’s pride. “Oi, L.T. don’t go around telling my business you fucking clipe.”

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Riley leads them to a clubhouse door. Price steps up and puts his ear to the door. “This must be where they’re holding Ajax. Gaz, help me smoke them out.” as soon as they throw the gas you all rush in, quickly clearing the room of Federation soldiers. “On Riley, he’s found Ajax.” The room was dark but you could hear Ajax’s haggard breath. You turn on your flashlight to see Ajax beaten up and bloody, barely clinging to life. Keegan rushes over and takes his mask off, holding him up. “Come on Ajax stay with me.” He feels blood on his hand as he sits Ajax up. “Shit it’s bad.” Your heart dropped as you see your teammate, an unbeatable Ghost, dying in Keegan’s arms. You don’t cry though, you know how dangerous this job can get and the many sacrifices that will come. But it doesn't stop you from feeling anguished.

Ajax gasps for air and spits out blood. His lips quiver as he tries to speak. “Rorke, it's Rorke… Look at the wall... Look. He’s targeting…” He suddenly stops moving. “Ajax!” You call out. “He’s gone.” Merrick curses loudly. Price and Gaz take off their hats in respect. Hesh takes your flashlight and walks to the wall. “Holy shit.” Ghost walk towards him. “What is it?” Hesh calls out, “Merrick come see this!” The rest of you (besides Keegan) stalked toward the wall. The wall displays a bunch of notes in different foreign languages. Pictures of the team are scattered all around. You see a picture of Ajax with his face crossed off and his mask hangs by the photo. Merrick takes the mask down and holds it in his hands. “Rorke, he’s targeting Ghosts. This is a kill list.” You stare at the candid photo of you. It was you talking to Ajax a few months back outside the safe house in Rio De Janeiro. Next to the picture was a blank face photo with question marks on it. Showing that they did not know what you looked like behind the mask. Ghost asks the question most of you were thinking. “Who the hell is Rorke?” He got no response.

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