#stone cod

[d0gmeats]

(´,,>ω<,,`) !!!!

[purple--queen]

it is so funny that a lot of gamer dudes on Instagram protray Ghost has this big alpha dude who never never shows any feelings...as if he doesn't cry doing sex when jonny calls him a good boy

[verynordiclars]

black ops art dump

[altcvnningham]

idk why i thought ab this but imo adler isn’t huge on pda BUTTT he is serious about silent gestures of care + affection. being cia means his head is perpetually on a swivel buttt when it comes to the mundane he is constantly in tune with what you want and need, from the superficial to the serious.

dress you did a double take at past a boutique? it’s mysteriously hanging in your closet the next time you get dressed. he hears you sigh to yourself about the leaky faucet? it’s fixed, though you never recall touching it. you start waking up every day with a crick in your neck? hm, suddenly you swear these pillows somehow feel more plush, more comfortable, different. obsessing over a certain song you keep hearing on the radio? somehow you find the whole album in your record collection.

foot rubs without question after you take off your heels you’ve worn all day; dishes washed and house cleaned even though you’re sure you’ve both been busy at work; quietly doing up a button on the back of your dress without even telling you that you’ve missed it.

he’d spoil you to heaven and back in the tiniest ways and you won’t even notice it enough to insist that you don’t deserve it. somehow, you just think life got strangely easier when adler walked into it.

[rhaenyra]

Call of Duty: Black Ops 6

hook & slash + batter up

[eyelambspider]

♰ 𝐂𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐃𝐮𝐭𝐲 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 ♰

⤷ ❝ You Broken? ❞ catalogue as per @eyelambspider

Navigation: Here you will find links to all my COD works/imagines/hcs. Each is sorted by: character, fic name, and a short description. Some characters don't have anything yet, but they will. The 'Assorted' List is just a compilation of multiple characters so I don't have to repeat them!

AU Tags: #Outlast Au / #DBH Au

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▹ Assorted

Lingerie || Kinktober ( Price, Gaz, Ghost, Soap, König x gn!reader ) The COD men react (separately) to their s/o in lingerie.

Doctor, Please Listen! || Kinktober/Outlast AU ( gn!reader x TF141, König, Horangi ) Oneshot: You are a doctor during the escape of project Walrider, and they all need you to stay alive.

Getting Jealous for 'Stupid' Reasons || ( gn!reader x Price, Ghost, Gaz, Soap, König, Horangi ) Drabbles: Scenarios where they get jealous of the idea of you and another man.

Its a... Keepsake || (gn!reader x Price, König, Ghost, Weaver ) Hcs: They keep a photo of you.

Stream Starting Soon! || ( twitchstreamer!reader x taskforce 141 ) Hcs: 141 happens to watch some of your streams!

Spider. Eye. Lamb. || Outlast Au ( gn!reader x König, Gaz, Price ) Hcs: Surviving Murkoff's Trials.

My Cuddles! || Fluff ( König & Krueger x gn!reader ) Oneshot: König and Krueger get jealous and fight over the right to cuddle up with you.

Let Me Worship || Nsfw ( Soap x chubby!reader x Ghost ) Oneshot: Soap and Ghost Threesome.

▹ John Price

Death of a Bachelor || Angst ( Price x gn!reader ) Oneshot: He thinks back to his 'would be wedding day'.

Apocalypse & Auralism || Kinktober Nsfw ( Price x gn!reader ) Oneshot: Price leads your group of survivors to safety, and when no help is coming, he makes you an 'offer'

Giving Control || Nsfw ( Price x gn!reader ) Short Fic: Control is important to you, and behind closed doors... you let Price take control.

▹ Simon "Ghost" Riley

Cannibal & Oral || Kinktober Nsfw ( Ghost x gn!reader ) Oneshot: You and Ghost are kissing in a small closet until you decide to get on your knees for him.

Slasher || Kinktober Nsfw Collab w/@lady-boketto ( Slasher!Ghost x gn!reader ) Oneshot: The killer, Ghost, stumbles upon you and Gaz getting 'intimate' in the woods and decides to listen.

Cocktail Parties || ( Ghost x reader ) Oneshot: You and Ghost had an argument before an op, and to make things worse, he has to watch you flirt with strangers. Versions: Male!reader / Fem!reader

▹ Kyle "Gaz" Garrick

Siren & Aphrodisiac || Kinktober Semi-Sfw ( Mer!Gaz x gn!reader ) Oneshot: During a storm you fall off your ship, only to be saved by a mermaid

In Your Sunlight || Kinktober Nsfw ( Vampire!Gaz x gn!human!reader ) Oneshot: After a long night of feeding, Gaz just wants to be close to his love.

Short 'n Sweet || ( Gaz x gn!reader ) Drabble: Gaz finds himself nervous when it comes time to propose to you.

▹ John "Soap" MacTavish

Potion & Body Swap || Kinktober Nsfw ( Soap x reader ) Oneshot: You and Soap drank something strange, and find yourselves in each others bodies, accidentally turning each other on.

Versions: Male!reader / Fem!reader

▹ König

The Quiet Type || Horror/Yandere ( Mute!König x gn!reader ) Oneshot: After a year of therapy and losing his voice, only one thing makes him happy anymore: you.

Repurposed || Detroit Become Human AU ( Android!König x gn!reader ) Fic: Reader decides to take a chance and give an old android a new life.

Parts: One / Two

Creepypasta || Kinktober ( König x gn!reader ) Oneshot: While on a scouting mission, you and the scary scared Colonel encounter something strange.

Eldritch Horror & Biting || Kinktober Semi Nsfw ( Monster!König x gn!reader ) Short Fic: Since he's shown you his true face of tentacles, he's become clingy and won't let you go until you have a pretty mark on your skin.

More Monster König Rambles: One / Two

Slasher || Kinktober Sfw ( Michael Myers!König x gn!reader ) Oneshot: While trick-or-treating, you (unknowingly) run into the horror of Haddonfield.

You've Watched 'Carrie', Right? || Kinktober ( König x reader ) Oneshot: Its prom night, and as much as König hates it, he has to work up the courage to confess to you and get back at his bullies.

Versions: Male!reader / Fem!reader

Winter Drabble || ( König x gn!reader ) He's just admiring the view... and the snowflakes in your hair.

▹ Kim "Horangi" Hong-jin

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▹ Grigori Weaver

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▹Farah Ahmed Karim

Picture You || Angst ( Farah x Fem!reader ) Oneshot: You've been pining for her affection from afar, only to find her one night in Alex Keller's arms.

▹ Harry Stone

Strawberry Shortcake || Suggestive ( Stone x gn!reader ) Oneshot: Stone decides to take a smoke break and ends up fantasizing about you.

[the-whispers-of-death]

Vampire!reader with the 141 + Stone but instead of some centuries old ancient vampire king who lived in Europe who struggled with his humanity and immortality and broods and grumbles and is old its just some guy who's from the 1920s to the 1940s who's a big jazz enthusiast and no one understands the slang he uses

He avoids any really old people because he knows them and he doesn't want to risk the chance of them recognizing him

Not because he doesn't want to be realized as a vampire he just made a lot a enemies back in the day

-🔮

Oh, I can just see Price joking about how you two are the old men and the rest are the youngsters. Despite him being closer in age to the rest of the 141 than to your age. In my heart of hearts, Price loves jazz and so you two 100% bond over that.

Soap and Gaz are big on (lovingly) making fun of your old slang terms. Soap especially finds your slang funny because he's finally not the only one who doesn't use common British slang.

Gaz makes fun of it (again, lovingly) but he secretly loves your slang. And like Price, he loves your taste in music. I just got this image of him collecting jazz records and now imagine him fanboying over the original records you must have.

Ghost understands your avoidance on old people and he makes sure to always follow your lead when you're nearby people you might've known back then. He asks you about what it was like to live back then and asks you if you served in any of the wars.

Stone is in fact the one who is the most wary of you initially, and yeah it's because you're a vampire. But once he realizes how chill you are, he likes you.

He asks you about what the stars were like back then, if any of them have faded in the night sky since you first saw them. You could tell him that there was no to little difference in the starry sky from then to now and he'd still ask about the differences. Look, he's very interested in stars.

I feel like all of them except Stone and Ghost would allow you to drink their blood if you asked.

Soap begs you to drink his blood, not because he has a blood kink, but because he loves knowing he helped feed you. Gaz makes sure you're fed regularly and eats foods that will make his blood taste even better. Price is the type to crack jokes while your fangs are in his neck, I can just see it.

Ghost might take a while for him to allow you to drink from him, but he'd get to trusting you with that eventually. He always tenses first and then relaxes, since he's just typically on edge.

Stone, I'm sorry to say, may never let you drink his blood.

[d0gmeats]

[m1cr0-bats]

Misc operator doodles

[angelusmortis77]

Drew Stone from BO6 looking really cute, I also finally got him in game hehehe

[ghostsforghosts]

Bear!Reader

This is a masterlist for everything for Bear!Reader (I might have missed some things, I don't know). This reader is male and with the entire 141 + Stone, though it starts with my COD OC Stone. Thus, this only will be filled with the fics that are either only the 141 or the 141 + Stone. (If you'd like the complete masterlist, you can go to my main @the-whispers-of-death)

(Yes, I know that I've made masterlists on my main blog and could just link the masterlist to my pinned post, however, I'm making new masterlists so that I can just update this instead of the old one when/if I expand this series. Yes I am linking posts made from my main blog, yes this is me.)

Daddy (with Soap only)

Brat (with Soap only)

Softness (with Soap & Stone)

Two DILFs (with Price only)

Comfort 3.0 (with Gaz & Soap)

Envy (with Ghost only)

Hold Me Please (with Ghost only)

Piercings (141 + Stone)

Piercings 2.0 (141 + Stone)

Graying (141 + Stone)

Carrying Your Men (141 + Stone)

Copping a Feel (141 + Stone)

Intimidating (141 + Stone)

Headcanons (141 only)

This may not be a completed list (it may be expanded upon)!

[leblogreblog]

Fic idea:

Streamer Robotnik, building a comunity between Sonic 2 and Sonic 3, with Agent Stone as his trusted moderator with tendency of leaking IP of those who get too negative towards his doctor. Chat is convinced they're secretly in love, but they aren't, right?

Right?

[lulurubberduckie]

Cbf!141 that have been secretly in love with you for years but songs:

Captain John Price: Can I Be Him by James Arthur

Simon Ghost Riley: Mx.Sinister by I Don’t Know How But They Found Me

Kyle Gaz Garrick: Figure You Out by Voilà

Johnny Soap MacTavish: Crush by Cigarettes After Sex

[panchulien]

Makarov and Nikolai have a conversation. (Abrupt Ending)

The cell door opened with a loud buzz.

Nikolai welcomed himself in, cautious in his steps as if trying not to disturb the man inside.

The room was small and dimly lit, consisting of only one table and two chairs on opposite sides. Said man was currently sitting at the chair close to the wall, his head bowed and his wrists tied together with cuffs. He didn't bother looking up when Nikolai entered.

Nikolai approached the chair, pulling it towards himself and taking a seat. His eyes never left the other man for a second.

A few moments passed, Nikolai quietly observing the man before him. It felt strange actually sitting across from him for the first time. Makarov looked exactly like he did in the newspapers and the camera footages. Although, slightly less intimidating now with the cuffs tied to his wrists and the grey jumpsuit he wore.

Nikolai remembers seeing him once or twice when they were younger, during his time as an informant inside the Ultranationalists. The organization was operating through multiple divisions and they never had the chance to talk or even acknowledge each other as Nikolai was busy climbing up the ranks. Makarov was probably doing the same, he thought. Two bright young men, with very different ambitions.

Nikolai wanted to see it for himself, that Makarov was finally taken down, his empire crumbling along. He had spent the last few years of his life working towards putting an end to the man's plans. It had been a slow and deliberate process, Nikolai witnessing every single step of it, watching as Makarov unleashed hell upon earth. But all of that was over, and now here he was with the man sitting across from him, stripped of all his power.

"I know you." Makarov breaks the silence, pulling Nikolai from his thoughts.

"I know everyone Price works with. You're his lapdog." He says with a smile, his brown eyes locking directly onto the matching pair across him.

Nikolai keeps his face straight. He knows what kind of a man Makarov is, having studied him long enough to have somewhat of an understanding of his tactics. He won't let Makarov have the upper hand by getting a reaction out of him.

Nikolai simply raises one eyebrow, prompting him to continue.

"I am quite familiar with your work, Nikolai. Russian Air Force, the Allegiance... Your very own Chimera." Makarov knows his enemies, Nikolai expects nothing less from him. He only briefly wonders just how much Makarov actually knows.

"Funny, isn't it? They let just about anyone into our army. Even a traitor such as yourself." He looks straight into Nikolai's eyes with barely contained disgust.

Nikolai is taken aback at first, but decides to indulge. "A traitor?" He smiles, amused.

"Da. A traitor who works with the West against his own country. Tucks his tail behind his legs and cries to the Brits just to save his own skin. What do you call that?"

So, Makarov was aware of the accusations made against him. It wouldn't surprise Nikolai if Makarov was the one behind them in the first place.

"Against my own country? That's a rich accusation coming from an Ultranationalist." Nikolai calmly responds, leaning back against the chair with his arms crossed. "MI6 came to me, just to stop you from starting another World War."

Makarov ignores the comment as he continues, "Not even man enough to accept an honorable death. If I had known you'd be such a problem in my plans, I would've personally seen to your execution." He doesn't even try to hide the resentment in his voice, almost sounding regretful.

"Shame, Nikolai. A man like you would've been a great asset by our side, but you just had to go and sell yourself to the West. I pity you, almost." Hatred hangs from his every word.

Nikolai lets the words wash over him, taking a second to process. It almost amazes him how Makarov still believes that his cause is righteous, even when he's completely powerless and reduced to nothing. It's the end of the road, doesn't he realize that?

"I must have done something very, very wrong if I earned the pity of a man like you." Nikolai responds, unflinching at Makarov's poisonous words.

"You don't see it, do you? Price is using you. That's what they all do." Makarov leans forward, the cuffs clinking against the metal table.

"I would hardly call it using if it meant the end of all the death and destruction caused by your hands." Nikolai leans forward. He was a fairly patient man, but Makarov was slowly working towards getting under his skin. Nikolai had always been a true patriot at heart, it was what drove him so strongly to work against Makarov. It had pained him to see his beloved country get ruined by a man like him for a violent and pointless cause.

"I did everything for the motherland, Nikolai. We grew up watching everything crumble, all of its glory gone and forgotten, turned into a joke by the West. I swore to restore it." Makarov's condescending smile was long gone, his expression troubled instead. "But like most, you lack conviction. Turned puppet at the hands of the West, it's exactly what the ancestors feared." He finishes, wide eyes darting between Nikolai's.

"Do you even hear yourself, Vladimir?" Nikolai would honestly laugh if it wasn't for the fact that the man looked dead serious.

"You did all this for the motherland, killed all those innocent people for what, a greater Russia? Is that what you want me to believe, that you're supposed to be some kind of hero?" Nikolai was genuine in his question, Makarov's words were messing with his head, every confession surprising him even further.

Makarov shakes his head. "Oh, no. I am no hero. I was simply the messenger." He replies, huffing out a laugh.

"I only ignited the flame, and it will only spread from now on. You cannot stop this, Nikolai. All other attempts will fail, just like Mactavish did."

Nikolai's hands twitch at the mention of the Sergeant. There had been many sacrifices made along the way, just to put the man where he was currently locked up, and John Mactavish was only another name in that long list of people who gave up their life.

Nikolai grits his teeth. "You keep his name out your mouth." Memories come flooding back to him, the Lieutenant's devastation, the funeral ceremony, the Captain going off the radar to hunt down the General partly responsible for this. He remembers the young Sargeant, his boisterous laugh and thick accent, his warm and inviting presence. That bright light in his eyes extinguished by the man sitting right in front of him.

Nikolai takes a second to pull himself together. He swallows the lump in his throat, dismissing the sudden urge he has to kill the man right then and there. God knows Makarov would benefit from it, no, Nikolai wasn't here for revenge. He didn't even know what he was here for, his mind was foggy. The man had really succeeded in getting under his skin.

Nikolai pushes his chair back, loudly scratching against the surface. He has to get up and move, regain his focus. Makarov smiles up at him, knowing very well he managed to get inside his head.

[eyelambspider]

♡ Strawberry Shortcake || Stone

⤷ summary : stone's smoking when he suddenly realizes you look really fucking good, enough to start fantasizing about you ♡

┊pairing : harry stone x gn!reader ┊content warning : mention of drugs/smoking, swearing, nsfw, stone and his horni thoughts, lap sitting, shotgunning ┊word count : 1.6 k ┊a/n : completely inspired by his bo6 skin

The dry filter of the blunt pressed against his dry lips like an angels kiss. Reverent and duly satiating his thirst for that divine high.

Stone sighed softly, the nicely wrapped joint dangling between his lips as if it were made to sit there. His iconic green balaclava was rolled up in order to free his mouth for a well earned smoke. Exposing the stubbled expanse of his pale throat and jaw. Hints of a moustache peaking out from under the hem but still hidden by the knitted fabric.

Normally, he wouldn't have done something so... hasty—like rolling up his mask—but fuck he was dying for a buzz.

The fact you were sitting across from him was hardly a deterrent either.

Stone flicked the wheel of his lighter, cursing as it sparked but never caught. "Piece of shit," he murmured, the joint sticking to the edges of lips while he spoke.

Of all times...

The pad of his thumb ground against the small metal wheel, the skin already rough from the countless times he'd done this.

Click. Click. Click.

Until finally, the damned flame sparked to life. "Thank fuck," he muttered, uncharacteristically gentle as he cradled its warmth and brought the lighter up to his lips. The pearly paper caught and burned before ebbing into a low simmer. Finally getting what he had wanted since this whole 'operation' had started:

A fucking smoke.

He set the lighter down on the armrest, leaning back into the loveseat he had taken up residence on. Sinking into the old cushions as if he hadn't a worry in the world.

Stone finally closed his lips around the filter, breathing in low and deep, allowing the sugary sweet smoke to skim across his tastebuds and fill his lungs.

"Fucking hell-!"

Stone suddenly pitched forward, the burn of the smoke forcing him to expel a series of almost violent coughs and wheezes.

From where you sat, your eyes flickered up with a glint of discontent, watching as smoke began to pool around him in a thin fog.

The mission-the one you were both supposed to be doing-was to track and report on the small cafe across the street. Noting who came and went through its doors, and more importantly, waiting for your target to show up.

And yet, despite your protests, Stone had still managed to conjure up a blunt to smoke.

You didn't even need to say it. Stone could already feel the contempt rolling off you in waves as he cleared his burning throat, still snickering and coughing until he relaxed back into the loveseat with a soft thump.

"Didn't expect this shit to be so bloody sweet," he explained with a raw tone, pointing with the end of the joint as if to prove a point.

Wasn't sure what kind of weed he bought-didn't care either-but he wasn't expecting the smoke to taste like maple sugar and vanilla. Sweet wasn't his thing.

It didn't matter though, because just as quickly, Stone was bringing it back up to his lips, taking another long drag and letting it sit like cotton candy in his lungs. The second hit becoming easier.

He breathed out deep and smooth this time, the light grey smoke billowing out in soft plumes in the space between you two.

He sat back, utterly relaxed as he watched the smoky tendrils lick and curl upwards towards the ceiling in an intricate, formless dance.

For a few minutes, his slowly reddening eyes dilated and zoned in on the sight... before his eyes focused in on your form from beyond the thin veil of smoke.

Your head was already turned to the book perched in your hand, eyes always flickering to the side to watch and lookout for the target. Probably pissed that he took his 'break' to smoke...

You both knew he wouldn't be able to swap out and take watch for a while. Not while he was high.

"You're a bloody buzzkill, ya know that?" he piped up with a grin.

When you didn't respond, he didn't push it. No point in poking for a fight when all he wanted to do was sit back and enjoy the quiet; Now that he had time to smoke his weed 'n all.

Stone let his head loll against the cushion of the chair, angling his blue eyes upwards. Both of his arms were now slouched up on the armrests, his legs spread wide and comfortably.

A lesser man would've fallen asleep right then and there.

He pulled the joint from his lips, tapping the ash onto the motel carpet.

The initial burn of the blunt had rubbed his lungs raw. The feeling akin to breathing in a fine, powdered glass. But slowly the elegant pain wore off and filled itself in with a syrupy feeling that warmed his chest and spread out towards his fingers and toes.

Every nerve in his body begun vibrating and buzzing pleasantly. The high wrapped around his ribcage like an angels wings and staying there. Light and feathery.

Stone had to fight the urge to chuckle at the feeling. Like his body wasn't made of lead anymore... but rather: replaced by a soft cloud.

The room now smelled acutely like a carnival; Candy apples on a hot day, the smell of cotton candy and popcorn.

He licked his dry lips, remembering to reach up a heavy hand and pull his balaclava back down. The silence in the room stretching on.

He heard the sound of you flipping a page in your book, and suddenly propped his head up. Not particularly fast, but the movement made his vision swim and stretch. Trying to blink into focus.

For one reason or another, Stone seemed completely captured by your presence. His blue eyes couldn't let go. Watching as the dappled sunlight filtered through the window next to you, highlighting the supple curve of your cheek and lips.

"Fuck..." he muttered under his breath.

The masked man nearly jolted at the sudden perverse grumble that slipped from his lips... so profoundly surprised by the sound that his eyes widened slightly.

Where the fuck did that come from?

For a moment, he'd worried you'd heard the odd sound... but you didn't seem to notice. Thank fuck-... but... not being caught right away made the thoughts come flooding back just as quickly.

Your lips, your hair, the curve of your neck and throat.

His eyes kept drinking you in, roaming down your body with a soft hot desire. The buzz in his veins only making the situation worse for him.

The blunt was making him really fucking horny, filling his head with heady images and fantasies of what he'd like to do to you should he be given the chance.

Kiss your lips swollen, bite them until they were raw and you whimpered into his mouth. To tangle his hands in your hair and tug at your scalp. Wrap a hand around that throat of yours and just-bite or suck or squeeze a bit-

"Fuck" he muttered again, realizing he was sinking further and faster into the deep end. Getting worked up for... 'no reason'?

Stone pried his eyes away, trying to loll his head back again and focus on the bland popcorn ceiling above...

But he was getting fidgety, his leg bouncing softly as he tried to think of literally anything else-but all he could think of was fucking you.

The seat of his pants began to tighten, cock swelling beneath the denim at the mere thought of being buried in your heat.

He tried to hide his erection subtly, placing his free hand on his lap and covering it some.

Couldn't just take a smoke and relax, could he? Of course, the sweet blunt and smoke swirling in his head had to make him horny.

He tried to curse the feeling, but couldn't find a real push to do so... His body felt too good. Too alive.

So, he lifted his head again, stealing another glance at you.

Its not like you were doing much. Just sitting, chin in palm and reading. Eyes darting off to the side to watch the cafe... too wrapped up to notice he was painfully hard and fantasizing about you sitting in his lap instead.

Straddling him, wrapping those legs around his and seated on his thighs like you belonged there.

He shuddered involuntary at the thought, wishing and hoping you'd sit all your weight on him right about now.

He'd wrap his arm around your waist and pull you down onto his lap. Grind your hips against his in a way that spoke of a primal, instinctual need that was building inside of him. To cradle the back of your head and card his fingers through your hair. Hold your face so close to his that your noses would brush. Your soft looking lips skimming over his teasingly. He'd take a drag of his blunt, reveling in its sugary sweet tang before he pulled you close, waiting for you to part your lips so that he could kiss you. To breathe the warm smoke into your lungs, to feel you breathe him in like you needed him just as badly as he needed you.

To share a smoky breath like it was both your first and last.

Stone let out a shaky breath, panting softly as white-hot desire wracked through his body. His eyes were red around the edges now, blue eyes blown wide with a mix of THC and lust.

His leg never stopped bouncing, and he tapped the ash of his joint back onto the carpet again. Silently debating what or how he was going to fix the problem now throbbing insistently against his zipper.

[nomizombie]

first art post!! finally had time to draw my fantastic majestic boy, könig :33