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Hello and welcome to my Bloq.

I am Rieke 30+ and come from Germany.

I like everything that has to do with medicine and emergency medical services.

I love to write fanfictions or play Video Games.

What i can say. I'am a Rorke and David Mason Fan

Do you have any Questions? Dont be Shy send me your Questions. 😃

COD Ghosts OC's

Claire Rorke

Fanfictions

I'am not like her (maybe i change the Title)

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PoV: you see the that Rorke wear barrett in the Vanguard Multi Player.

But month before you read the Short Story about him where he found the Barretts from the Federation Soldiers Fancy. 👁👄👁

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Look at my Baby girl 🥹 @mutant-okuri-inu did a great job 🥺🥺😍

Maybe my girl Claire 🥺👉👈

She's so cute. 🥺

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Chapter 3

18 March

Claire woke up the next morning to a loud noise in the kitchen. A little confused, she looked at the clock on the small bedside table.

"7 a.m. ....", she mumbled tiredly and stroked Max's head, who was lying next to her on the bed. She never wanted the former K9 dog to sleep in bed with her. But Claire skillfully ignored it.

It had always been a tradition when her father was off that he prepared breakfast. Claire finally rose reluctantly from her bed. The Malinois immediately jumped off the bed and ran to the door, waiting for the brown-haired girl.

"I'm coming," the brown-haired girl mumbled and clumsily plodded to the door and finally opened it. The Malinois immediately ran down the stairs and was greeted by her father.

"Well Max, is Sleeping Beauty coming too?" he said jokingly as Claire went down the stairs.

The 16-year-old hadn't been fully awake when she went down the stairs and entered the large, spacious kitchen, which was directly adjacent to the living room.

"Ahh, there's Sleeping Beauty," he said as he put the orange juice on the table and looked back at her.

It had been so surreal at times that he was a trained killer and at the same time a father making breakfast for himself and his daughter.

"Sit down Claire," he said, finally pointing to the table as he looked back at it. When he said this, it always meant something bad. Hesitantly, the teenager sat down at the table and looked at her father, who was still putting the homemade pancakes on the table. As he sat down at the table, he looked at her.

"Your therapist called me yesterday and told me," he finally said, pouring some coffee into his cup and giving the brown-haired woman a serious look.

"You think I didn't watch that and look in the fridge to see what was there and what's still there when I get back," he finally said and looked at the brown-haired woman seriously.

Claire swallowed briefly as she sighed.

"I don't want it to end like it did two years ago," Rorke said seriously and crossed his arms. He sounded worried.

"I know," the brown-haired girl remarked meekly.

"It wasn't because of you that I've been so busy with work these months, but because Elias' wife died and he took some time off," he added, looking at her.

Claire looked at Rorke in surprise. She knew that his wife wasn't well, but she wouldn't have thought that. But her thoughts continued to circle.

Should she say it? Should she say what she had observed?

"I want you to eat a balanced diet today when we start the self-defense," he suddenly remarked and the brown-haired woman flinched.

She wondered why he was so determined to teach her self-defense. The brown-haired girl brushed a strand of hair out of her face and looked at him.

"Why did you remove all of Mum's pictures?" she said carefully and looked at her father. He looked at her, somewhat surprised.

It seemed as if he hadn't expected this question.

He was silent for a moment.

"The memories still hurt," Rorke finally said and Claire looked at him.

"Oh. I hardly knew her," she remarked quietly.

How could she know her mother? After all, she died... no, she was killed while Claire was playing with her toys in her room. She was found sitting next to her dead mother a few hours later.

Unaware that she had died.

Rorke sighed softly.

It hadn't been an easy subject for either him or Claire.

Claire didn't realize until she was a teenager that she was sitting next to her dead mother as a small child.

"Are you still dreaming about it?" asked Rorke, looking at his daughter while he ate.

"No. I think I'm repressing it just like you're repressing it Dad," she said quietly and ate some of the scrambled eggs, glancing at the Belgian shepherd sitting next to her. Just one look was enough and she knew he wanted something too.

"Don't even think about eating what I put on your plate," he finally remarked admonishingly and looked at her seriously.

"Don't play the lookout again," she groused, sighing and stroking Max's head as she looked back at her father.

She knew that she would be under close observation again as her eating habits had changed for the worse.

"I'm still wondering why you suddenly want to teach me self-defense," Claire finally said, looking at her father.

He looked at her.

"Because I want you to be able to defend yourself. You're 16, you're homeschooled, but you're out and about without Max," he finally explained and looked at her.

Claire swallowed briefly.

"You killed soldiers with your bare hands back then. I don't know," Claire remarked a little skeptically and looked at him.

"You're not supposed to kill people either! I'm just teaching you the basics, that's all," he finally remarked, looking at her.

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Chapter 3

18 March

Claire woke up the next morning to a loud noise in the kitchen. A little confused, she looked at the clock on the small bedside table.

"7 a.m. ....", she mumbled tiredly and stroked Max's head, who was lying next to her on the bed. She never wanted the former K9 dog to sleep in bed with her. But Claire skillfully ignored it.

It had always been a tradition when her father was off that he prepared breakfast. Claire finally rose reluctantly from her bed. The Malinois immediately jumped off the bed and ran to the door, waiting for the brown-haired girl.

"I'm coming," the brown-haired girl mumbled and clumsily plodded to the door and finally opened it. The Malinois immediately ran down the stairs and was greeted by her father.

"Well Max, is Sleeping Beauty coming too?" he said jokingly as Claire went down the stairs.

The 16-year-old hadn't been fully awake when she went down the stairs and entered the large, spacious kitchen, which was directly adjacent to the living room.

"Ahh, there's Sleeping Beauty," he said as he put the orange juice on the table and looked back at her.

It had been so surreal at times that he was a trained killer and at the same time a father making breakfast for himself and his daughter.

"Sit down Claire," he said, finally pointing to the table as he looked back at it. When he said this, it always meant something bad. Hesitantly, the teenager sat down at the table and looked at her father, who was still putting the homemade pancakes on the table. As he sat down at the table, he looked at her.

"Your therapist called me yesterday and told me," he finally said, pouring some coffee into his cup and giving the brown-haired woman a serious look.

"You think I didn't watch that and look in the fridge to see what was there and what's still there when I get back," he finally said and looked at the brown-haired woman seriously.

Claire swallowed briefly as she sighed.

"I don't want it to end like it did two years ago," Rorke said seriously and crossed his arms. He sounded worried.

"I know," the brown-haired girl remarked meekly.

"It wasn't because of you that I've been so busy with work these months, but because Elias' wife died and he took some time off," he added, looking at her.

Claire looked at Rorke in surprise. She knew that his wife wasn't well, but she wouldn't have thought that. But her thoughts continued to circle.

Should she say it? Should she say what she had observed?

"I want you to eat a balanced diet today when we start the self-defense," he suddenly remarked and the brown-haired woman flinched.

She wondered why he was so determined to teach her self-defense. The brown-haired girl brushed a strand of hair out of her face and looked at him.

"Why did you remove all of Mum's pictures?" she said carefully and looked at her father. He looked at her, somewhat surprised.

It seemed as if he hadn't expected this question.

He was silent for a moment.

"The memories still hurt," Rorke finally said and Claire looked at him.

"Oh. I hardly knew her," she remarked quietly.

How could she know her mother? After all, she died... no, she was killed while Claire was playing with her toys in her room. She was found sitting next to her dead mother a few hours later.

Unaware that she had died.

Rorke sighed softly.

It hadn't been an easy subject for either him or Claire.

Claire didn't realize until she was a teenager that she was sitting next to her dead mother as a small child.

"Are you still dreaming about it?" asked Rorke, looking at his daughter while he ate.

"No. I think I'm repressing it just like you're repressing it Dad," she said quietly and ate some of the scrambled eggs, glancing at the Belgian shepherd sitting next to her. Just one look was enough and she knew he wanted something too.

"Don't even think about eating what I put on your plate," he finally remarked admonishingly and looked at her seriously.

"Don't play the lookout again," she groused, sighing and stroking Max's head as she looked back at her father.

She knew that she would be under close observation again as her eating habits had changed for the worse.

"I'm still wondering why you suddenly want to teach me self-defense," Claire finally said, looking at her father.

He looked at her.

"Because I want you to be able to defend yourself. You're 16, you're homeschooled, but you're out and about without Max," he finally explained and looked at her.

Claire swallowed briefly.

"You killed soldiers with your bare hands back then. I don't know," Claire remarked a little skeptically and looked at him.

"You're not supposed to kill people either! I'm just teaching you the basics, that's all," he finally remarked, looking at her.

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Chapter 2

March 1, 2015

"Claire? Hello Claire?" a voice suddenly said and the brown-haired girl finally looked in the direction of a young man who was holding his clipboard and repeatedly tapping the pen on the clipboard. His voice had a reassuring tone.

It was hard for the brown-haired girl to be at the therapy session today.

Even though she could use this hour on this day, the anniversary of her mother's death.

The brown-haired woman looked at the man with a raised eyebrow and sighed.

"Do you think your relationship with your father has improved over the years or has it gotten worse?" the young therapist said, tilting his head.

Claire swallowed briefly and began to stroke the Malinois.

"Yes, I would say it has gotten better," she said, looking at the young man. He nodded and leaned back in the chair.

She looked at him and sighed.

"He's given me more freedom now, including letting me dye my hair and then letting me get a piercing," she said, looking at the young man. Claire found it difficult to maintain eye contact.

"But?" he spoke reassuringly and looked at her.

"He's distancing himself again. And I can tell. I don't know if it's because the older I get, the more I look like my mother or if he's more busy at work again," the brown-haired girl remarked as she continued to stroke the Malinois. It hurt to tell him the truth that her father had become more and more distant since the last vacation.

The therapist nodded again and looked at her.

"When was your last meal?" he asked and the brown-haired girl looked at him, completely taken aback. She was silent for a moment and didn't really know what to say.

"Yesterday morning. I'd been under a lot of stress. Since he's somewhere in the world on duty for ours, I always had to leave early. Because of the public transport," she said, looking at her therapist. Only now did she realize how sad her tone actually was.

"But I had breakfast this morning and wanted to grab something on the way home," she added quickly. She was panicking inside. However, she didn't want to not see the signs. She had been too proud.

A strange trait that her father also had.

"Do you want me to talk to your father about it," her therapist said.

Claire blinked a little and stopped the stroking.

The brown-haired girl knew exactly what this meant.

"Claire, don't get me wrong, yes. But I see you back in that vicious circle where you were at 14. That's why I think it might be a good idea for me to talk to your father," the therapist added, looking at her. However, the brown-haired girl could see something in his expression. He had been worried.

"You can leave him a voicemail. Because I'm sure he won't answer when he's chasing some terrorists again," the brown-haired woman remarked, looking at the therapist.

"I don't know any different from him," he finally remarked and sighed softly.

"The therapy session is over, Claire. Is there anything else on your mind?" the black-haired man spoke reassuringly.

However, the brown-haired girl shook her head and looked at him.

"Okay. I'll see you next week and remember. You can always take Max with to the Therapy Session," he finally said and stroked the Malinois goodbye.

Claire finally nodded and got up from the chair.

After saying goodbye, the brown-haired woman walked through the streets with the Malinois dog.

Again, the brown-haired girl was so lost in thought.

Claire couldn't deny that she blamed herself for possibly triggering her father, reminding him again and again of her mother, his deceased wife.

After a very long walk, the brown-haired girl arrived at her home. To her surprise, she saw her father's pickup.

A little surprised and shocked at the same time.

Claire cautiously opened the door and looked around.

"Dad?" she called into the house and unleashed the Malinois dog. He immediately ran upstairs. So he really was back and in his study.

"Come here, please," she finally heard and the brown-haired girl tilted her head.

She went up the stairs. The brown-haired girl had to remember that her therapist had probably already called him today. The brown-haired girl entered the study.

"How was the therapy session?" he began immediately without looking up from his laptop.

"Yes, it was," the brown-haired woman remarked and leaned against the doorframe. He suddenly turned his eyes away from the screen and looked at his daughter.

He didn't seem to believe her.

He was a soldier.

A special operator and, above all, one of the best.

"Really?" he asked emphatically.

She noticed a worried undertone.

He probably wouldn't believe her.

"He'll call you one day and wants to talk to you," she added, looking at him. Her father frowned.

"That's fine, I've got the days off," her father replied and suddenly his look became serious.

"I want to teach you some self-defense," he finally said and the brown-haired girl didn't really know what to say.

How did he imagine she would do that?

If she attacked her father, he would send her to hospital with just one move or break all her bones.

"What are you looking at? Did a ghost cross your path?" he said somewhat amused and finally got up from his chair and walked towards the brown-haired girl.

"Or do you have something against a father wanting to spend time with his daughter and teach her some of his defense skills," he finally said and looked at her.

Here iam. I thought about and make this Story to a story about Claire and her Father Gabriel Rorke.

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I'am not like her

Chapter 1

January 5, 2015

The brown-haired girl was standing in front of the military area with her 4-year-old Malinois male Max. Which had retired at just 3 years old due to an injury. Since then, Max had been a constant companion to the 16-year-old. The brown-haired girl finally showed her passport at the entrance, which she had received from her father, and with a nod the brown-haired girl was finally let in. It had always been like this since last year. He took the suitcases with him so that Claire only had to take the dog and her handbag. Together they always went from the base to the airport where the vacation started.

"Young lady, how about the ID?" suddenly came from behind the brown-haired girl. Somewhat startled and unsure, the 16-year-old turned around and looked at a man who had completely shorn his hair and had a somewhat more pronounced beard.

"Thomas, leave it alone," the brown-haired girl hissed annoyed and crossed her arms. The older man laughed a little and ruffled her hair while looking at her with a grin.

"Did your father let you dye your hair? And wait, is that a piercing? Has your old man had a good day?" Thomas asked with a grin, looking at the brown-haired girl. Claire had had the tips dyed gray and had a septum pierced.

"I'm 16 years old and he's given me a bit more freedom now," Claire finally replied, looking at the taller one. Who began to smile a little.

"It's not easy being the daughter of a single commander of a special force," Merrick remarked quietly, glancing at the brown-haired girl. She sighed softly. However, Merrick was right.

Claire had never had it easy, especially when her father was not only strict on the base but also at home. Which made Claire feel guilty again and again and put herself under massive pressure. As a result, she almost slipped into anorexia at the age of 14. After this incident, the relationship between the two improved. Since then, her father has taken several weeks off from time to time to give the 15-year-old a distraction.

Finally, he knelt down and stroked Max's head.

"Well young man. Are you enjoying your retirement and not doing shit?" he asked jokingly, stroking the Malinois' head.

Suddenly she heard footsteps behind her and the teenager turned around to see her father talking to Elias as they came out of the building.

"Wow, Claire, you've grown up," Elias said, smiling at her and receiving a critical look from Elias.

"Tell me, Gabriel. I'm sure she can meet my eldest son to study, can't she?" he finally asked, looking at Claire's father.

The look became more serious.

"Your sons only teach Claire nonsense," he said seriously and patted the brown-haired girl on the shoulder.

"See you in five weeks and have fun in London, you two," Elias finally said, bidding them both farewell.

And the next Post but here is the Proloque I hope you enjoyed.

But why 2 Postings? I promised someone to post it but i fogot it

😱😱 shame on me

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My First Post is my Call of Duty Oc i hope you like her :)

Claire Rorke

Born January 1, 1999

Place of Birth: Langely Virginia

Nationality: American

Age: 28 years (2027)

Rank: Lieutenant

Affiliation:

Medic

Infantry

Ghosts

Hair Color: Brown

Eye Color: Brown

Height: 176 cm

Characteristics:

Cut on the lip

Personal environment:

Father: Gabriel Rorke (Captain of the Ghosts)

Mother: Lainey Rorke [previously Connor] (CIA Agent)

Aunt: Susan Niemann [previously Rorke] (member of the Ghosts)

Uncle: Ralf Niemann (German Police Officer)

Boyfriend: David 'Hesh' Walker

Max Malinois (will be put down)

Lotty black German shepherd (Riley's older sister)

Claire was raised by her mother and father together until she was 4 years old. When both were not there, however, she was looked after by a nanny. When she was 4 years old, she came home from an outing to find her mother lying on the ground, badly injured and dying before her eyes. After the death, her father threw himself into work, trying to come to terms with his wife's death. He gave Claire to his sister, who lovingly looked after the little girl.

When Susan was seriously injured in a covert operation, Claire became 6 and Rorke decided to take Claire in. So that Ralf could look after his twin sister. However, Claire was unable to bond with her father. As she only ever had to deal with a nanny or the parents of a teammate. Claire kept having problems because of her anxiety, which is why Rorke decided to give her lessons at home. As Claire became more and more isolated from him. He took time out to show Claire that he wasn't who he was.

Rorke made everything possible for Claire so that she no longer felt disadvantaged.

When Claire was 16, she lost her father. Merrick took her in and supported her when she decided to join the army at 17. Claire met David Walker. She had a brief dating phase which broke up when she focused more on her education. They got together 2 years after the ODIN incident.

Claire was recommended as a candidate for the Ghosts at the age of 23.

As a teenager, Claire was already interested in medicine.

Personality:

Claire is a quiet person. She finds it difficult to form bonds with people because of her childhood. She also finds it difficult to show emotions.

3D Render was a comission from @skylovesducks ❤️