Writing For Nikto

Writing for Nikto

I'm thinking about writing a sweet headcanon for him, idk his characteristic very well but got this cute idea.

i wanna know how baby daddy Simon would handle his kids teenage rebellion phase PLEASE 🙏

Not well.

This man loves his kids, he die for them, kill for them; however, he has no good representation of a father or how to raise children. He knows what a mother’s love is but does not know to be a good father.

His kids know he’s in the military, and that it and his identity needs to be hidden.

His kids probably grew up being teased for coming from a single mom. Bullied for not always having the latest clothes or technology (Simon didn’t think it was necessary. He will never let them live in poverty with no new clothes, but brand clothes make no sense to him.)

If his kid is a Boy, he be more involve and show a tuff love situation, like how he deals with recruits but less soul crushing and miserable. Maybe try to connect. If his Son becomes abusive or a womanizer Simon won’t let that slide.

If his kid is a Girl, who is rebelling by acting out and partying, he’s going to ground her and take away privileges. He won’t take brat behavior. If his daughter is rebelling by doing drugs and alcohol, straight to rehab.

If his kid is Nonbinary he has no idea what to do. He’s an old man at heart, struggle to understand or get. He thinks it’s stupid and it drives a wedge between them. His child is more likely do more self harming stuff Simon will step in.

In all I feel like his kids either gender or in between struggle with a sense of abandonment issues or daddy issues. It’s not that he doesn’t love them, but it’s because he’s technically dead, and does dangerous work.

Humanoid monster

Previous, Next

“What was that about?” Soap asks Gaz. The two of them backed down when the reporters got nosy, they followed her all night long hounding her for answers.

“Abraham believed In a theory, it's written in Latin so either she knows Latin or Abraham told her.” Gaz grumble digging through his notebook.

“What theory?”

“There was a time were humans and monsters got along, they worshiped this female deity. She was murdered, and war broke out, Abraham was born in the last few days of her reign.” Gaz explains finding his notes he had written about back when he was in school.

“So?”

“So Abraham no longer speaks about this time, and in one of his papers, he theorizes this deity is still alive.”

“Mate—”

“That woman is highly educated, she shouldn't be, she wasn't born here she *came* here. Teaching humans is banned in all states except for Switzerland, how does she know?” Gaz asks Soap shrug, it didn't sound important to him but from the look on Gaz’s face said it all.

“Mr. Garrick,” the two sergeants froze and turned to see Priscilla standing there peeping her head in head feather raising in slight embarrassment. “Do we need to cancel flight training?”

“No!” Gaz shouts and walks closer to her. “Your mother.”

“yes?”

“Did she go to school?” asked a question with a smile.

“No… Why?”

“Well your mother knows things she shoulders like a diety—“

“Oh you mean Abraham’s fairytales? he likes to tell fairytales when we were little, you know? of a better time where we’re all equal, it helped most of us sleep.” Priscilla says fondly with a sweet smile on her lips.

Gaz sighs and Soap pats him on the shoulder, with a small reassuring look and smile, “See mate, you overthinking it.”

“Your mother where did she come from?”

“She came from South America and found most of us traveling up to North America and sailing over to Asia, then traveling to Switzerland.” Gaz nods and the two walk to the field with the little Harpies.

The press saw them, and the monster swarmed them, “What’s your view of the orphanage director?” The first reporter asks.

“She’s my mother—"

“So she cut off your wings?”

“No! She found me like this—“

“If given the opportunity would you go home?”

“This is my home!” Priscilla shouts her frustration begins to teetering on tears. Gaz spread his wings out blocking her from the cameras.

“Don’t bother the kid—“

“As a soldier in the monster military aviator wing, what’s your view of this almost dystopian utopia?” One Gargon asks her snakes hissing with delight and anticipation.

“I am weary but everything here so far looks good, and the orphanage director didn’t know we were coming or how long we are staying,” Gaz said in the most PR statement possible. Switzerland has one of the biggest armies, and it is wise not to attack its citizens and their politics. The media followed them, Priscilla couldn't stop looking over her shoulder, they were making her uncomfortable.

“What's your relationship with each other?” a reporter asks.

“I'm helping the younger harpies fly.”

The reporters mostly watched, occasionally they would speak to their camera, and it was easy to hear them.

“Most of these harpies are missing wings or mutilated. We suspect that the orphanage—”

“Shut up, pendejo!” One of the kids shouts at the reporters. “We all had these injuries before the orphanage.”

“It’s done by you monsters,” another girl snaps.

“Why do you defend this place?”

“It’s our home,” nearly everyone replies.

—-

The air of attrition on cordiality was fading, for every child was a surveillance camera all going back to Mother Maia. This was not lost on anyone, not the soldiers or the reporters.

The children slowly became guarded. Weary and secretive. It wasn’t lost on the task force that they were no longer welcomed there. The gargoyle creatures that usually only watch began to show themselves more often, the dragons were more active, and they were expanding their territory.

Both sides of the war were left with little progress made, and far more interest in the orphanages. The human side is more than the monster’s.

“Maia,” Abraham walks into the dimly lit office. She looks up, and the veil hangs up on her hat hook. Abraham nodded and sat down. “My old contacts have warned me that the monsters have decided to hack—”

“I understand” Mother Maia responded in a calm tone, “I’ll change a few things. The only thing they will get is the spending log, it’s best.” She smiles and begins to type away.

“There have been talk about monsters adopting—”

“I will not allow it,” Mother Maia looks up, “we both know the children who will be adopted will be sent into the military or worse eaten, I am no fool and neither than you.” Abraham smiles and nods before standing up, his wings doing a small stretch.

“I am glad we are on the same page,” Abraham said with a smile, Mother Maia only nodded and continued to work.

Abraham always knew humans were not equal to monsters in strength, but their intelligence is quite admirable. It’s been centuries since Abraham found a human he could view as equal, but another Maia was that human.

She was articulate and wise for someone who never had a true education. And yet with his simple guidance, she was able to keep her children.

“What about the new disease?” Abraham froze and sighed. Everyone knew at this point, even the humans.

“The Monster scientists have named it Cerebrum deterioration, or as the soldiers call it brain rot.” Abraham studied Mother Maia’s face, most humans couldn't hide their glee when disguising this topic, all except for Mother Maia.

“How pitiful, has it linked to the human resistance?” she sighs the scars across her face rippling with the slight movement of her face.

“No, the scientists said it was discovered rather than made.” Mother Maia nods and continues to write.

“Let's keep informed if a war breaks out this could affect this free state.” Mother Maia said sternly. Abraham agreed. “And when the vaccine is made, be sure to be one of the first to get it, you are a model.” Abraham laughs but nods.

“You are a strange one—”

“I am only being realistic Abraham, even though you've been a pacifist for a few hundred years, you still hold power.”

“Of course.”

It's called immortal shenanigans

Would anyone be interested in a COD fic where they meet a weird immortal?

Soap's eccentric Cousin! reader

Soap's eccentric Cousin! reader drops by the base with a bucket full of eels to pour onto Soap as he sleeps

Soap's eccentric Cousin! reader Who then blames it on Gaz and Soap 100% believing them

Soap's eccentric Cousin! reader Who took off running when Gaz saw them and climbed onto Ghost and hissed like a raccoon and began to honk like a goose weirding everyone out

Soap's eccentric Cousin! reader Who looked all 141 in the eyes before eating a cockroach alive

Soap's eccentric Cousin! reader Who stole Price's hat and hid it in Soap's room getting him in trouble

Soap's eccentric Cousin! reader who gives Soap his first gray hair in the span of 30 minutes of being on base

Soap's eccentric Cousin! reader Who was asked to come down and help with a bomb because they constantly work on creating new fireworks, bombs, explosive

Soap's eccentric Cousin! reader who is a pyromaniac that stares at every fire they see to the point Soap has a leash attached to their belt to drag them places

Soap's eccentric Cousin! reader who left Soap gagging, gasping, and crying for some peace

Soap's eccentric Cousin! reader drops by the base with a bucket full of eels to pour onto Soap as he sleeps

Soap's eccentric Cousin! reader Who then blames it on Gaz and Soap 100% believing them

Soap's eccentric Cousin! reader Who took off running when Gaz saw them and climbed onto Ghost and hissed like a raccoon and began to honk like a goose weirding everyone out

Soap's eccentric Cousin! reader Who looked all 141 in the eyes before eating a cockroach alive

Soap's eccentric Cousin! reader Who stole Price's hat and hid it in Soap's room getting him in trouble

Soap's eccentric Cousin! reader who gives Soap his first gray hair in the span of 30 minutes of being on base

Soap's eccentric Cousin! reader Who was asked to come down and help with a bomb because they constantly work on creating new fireworks, bombs, explosive

Soap's eccentric Cousin! reader who is a pyromaniac that stares at every fire they see to the point Soap has a leash attached to their belt to drag them places

Soap's eccentric Cousin! reader who left Soap gagging, gasping, and crying for some peace and side-eyeing Soap to do anything

Soap's eccentric Cousin! reader who is definitely on the Autism ADHD spectrum

Soap's eccentric Cousin! reader who fell asleep actually saying mimimimi as a sore

Soap's eccentric Cousin! reader who makes all of 141 drink and cry after they left

Soap's eccentric Cousin! reader who is now band from all base activity unless it's world-ending events

Soap's eccentric Cousin! reader whom Soap loves dearly but is too... chaotic for even him

Soap's eccentric Cousin! reader who is Soap's only family who is still around

Soap's eccentric Cousin! reader who sends Soap weird ass shit with no context

Soap's eccentric Cousin! reader who knows all the base drama and has weekly gossip Facetime as they cook and Soap has some off time

Soap's eccentric Cousin! reader who sends Soap actual homemade soap they found in food shape because one time Soap accidentally ate Soap when he was sleep deprived on leave

War Machine

Former teammate turn machine

War Machine! Reader who was once Gaz’s mentor and died yeas ago

War Machine! Reader reappeared killing hostages and giving Soap a gut wound

War Machine! Reader who works for the highest bitter aka Makarov

War Machine! Reader who broke free from the programming and attack Makarov’s forces and alerted 141

War Machine! Reader who meet one on one with Laswell telling her to leave her alone

War Machine! Reader who's being chanced by 141 for her crime

War Machine! Reader who Gaz found first and told War Machine! Reader to be put her hands up.

Gaz! who was shaking because this was his former Lieutenant who died standing right in front of him.

War Machine! Reader who turn around and gaze at him with eyes of no recognition.

War Machine! Reader who explain what happened and that they wish for a peaceful like away from war

Gaz! Who tazed them and knocked them out

141! Who waited for this machine human hybrid go wake up. They notice this person have autopsy scars across their chest

Gaz! Who feel conflict seeing their old Lt. In front of him

War Machine! Reader who wakes up seeing Ghost standing in front of them, gun at the ready

War Machine! Reader who was given a chance to either join them or be dissected and destroyed