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today's thots: shitty memes edition
Someone had to do it. This be me.
Catboy Ghost teehee ;3
I lobe him
He’s consuming my mind or something
The line between Simon and Ghost
Nothing on this planet makes me happier than when SoapGhost fic writers treat Ghost and Simon like 2 separate identities. Like Ghost is cold, direct, straight to the point and no fucks given but Simon is a broken, affection starved and lonely man,, IDK IT’S JUST SO GOOD
Like especially whenever the line between the two is broken by Soap and he just finally accepts his emotions and learns to deal with and move on from his trauma to be a better man UGHHHH!! I’ve only read one like this and I’d have to dig through my collection to find it but if anyone has ANY like this PLEASEEE!!! Give me, thank you :3
'Won't ever let you go'
Original by: @sorry-but-no-sorry
Thank u for making this 🖤🧡
Best type of mental support, hug from scottish man.
God i love him so mutch, in mw2 (09) he was the best, and they made him even better in mw2 (22)
Her art always makes my whole body tingle, in a good way.
Finally a WIP that I'm vibing with 🥲
Trying out some new angles to challenge myself. Took me half an hour to get it right but it looks good so far!
Anyways, hope you like this messy sketch! I guess (^///^)
(Edit : I finally drew the dead bodies AKSDFKSADF)
knights in shining tactical gear | 1
s. 'ghost' riley x f!reader x j. 'soap' mactavish
Summary: After the undead apocalypse has destroyed most of society, your main goal is to survive and take care of your baby niece. At a moment of utter desperation, two veterans come to your rescue.
Warnings/Info: Zombie Apocalypse AU | 18+ | tw: suicidal thoughts; angst; dark humor; cussing; tw:blood and gore; fluff; hurt/comfort; found family; strangers to lovers; protective!Ghost and Soap
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You grit your teeth until your jaw nearly pops with every step you take. A sharp pain shoots through your ankle, up your leg whenever your body weight shifts to your right foot.
Your ankle...it's broken, at least badly sprained. You're not sure, you didn't have any time to check since you tripped up and twisted it during your escape from your previous shelter. Plus, you're neither nurse nor doctor.
The garage was dark, a clusterfuck of boxes upon boxes, cartons, a broken car, and tools everywhere, and then it happened, but you had to get out of there fast, or else you would've been trapped.
You gulp down the scream caused by pain and frustration bubbling up in your throat and blink away the tears of fear and agony running down your dirty cheeks as you clutch the bundled-up baby closer to your chest. She's still sleeping, even while the dead are chasing you.
Now you're limping down the road towards the gas station. The large front windows had been broken in, that's why you passed on taking up shelter there when you came through the small-town initially, but the heavy door to the storage room behind the counter was intact then, so perhaps you can barricade yourself in there.
It won't be of any use though, the voice of reason is screaming in the back of your mind, but the pain and hopelessness are making you act haphazardly.
You're out of food, meds, baby formula. You lost your handgun in the previous house, and you'll be trapped again once the dead have caught up with you.
"I can't do it...I can't do it, Derek", you whimper as your arms now begin to ache and tremble from exhaustion. "I'm so sorry"
The snarling and groaning becomes louder as the herd of undead starts closing in behind you. You're a couple of feet ahead of them, but you're getting slower and they keep marching relentlessly.
You'd promised your brother you'd take care of his baby girl as he died in your arms.
"Promise me, Y/N, whatever it takes."
You did. You tried. It wasn't enough.
The dark, scary thoughts come back to you. You could've ended your misery when you still had the chance. A quick, merciful death for Sadie, and a bullet to your head afterwards.
No. God, no! You squeeze your eyes shut as you begin to move faster, and you scream freely then, from the top of your lungs to overshadow the pain.
Sadie jerks awake in your arms and you feel her big inhale of air before she starts crying and wailing with you.
You try to coo at her, try to calm her down while you make your way inside the gast station, but it's little to no use.
Broken glass crunches beneath your boots as you walk inside the building. A quick scan of the store, there's no time for looting or making sure it's deserted. The shelves look empty anyway, and the storage door is still closed.
"I know, I know. I'm sorry, sweetheart", you hush her as you spot a crowbar on the counter, caked with dried-up blood at its curved end. You grab it in a haste, carefully securing Sadie close to your chest with your other hand.
"Come on now, please"
You limp behind the counter, your blood now rushing in your ears as adrenaline continues to be the only factor keeping you from crumpling.
There's movement behind you, the glass crunches again as the first undead pool into the store, and when you reach the door handle your heart is violently beating in your throat.
This is it, if the door is locked, you will die and Sadie, too.
But as you push the handle down, the door proofs unlocked and while there seems to be something blocking it from the other side, you manage to push it open just enough to throw the crowbar in and squeeze through afterwards.
You kick it closed behind you and brace your back against it as you try to catch your breath.
Sadie is still crying and clinging to your shirt, so you start rocking her in your arms, leaning in to so she can listen to your voice as you hum a random melody for her.
You flinch when the undead start knocking and throwing themselves at the door.
"It'll hold, honey. We're safe here, they can't get in", you whisper repeatedly, until you start believing it yourself.
There's a wooden chair to your left, and it must've been the object blocking the door before. You reach for it and set it down in front of the door before you sit. You let your gaze wander around the room, your heart still beating fast as you try to take it in. It's not big, but mostly dark. The only source of daylight coming from the tiny window at the top of the wall across from you.
Your left leg bounces nervously as the noise outside becomes louder. You don't know how many of those monsters have followed you. 20? And all the hubbub will only attract more.
Sadie is still fussing as you chew your bottom lip raw, zoned out for a moment as you try to comprehend the situation. You'll crash soon without water and pain meds, when the adrenaline has worn off. You can feel it already as your brain registers your hurt ankle. It's fire licking up your leg now, up to your spine.
You let your head fall back and rest against the, but the permanent knocking and guttural snarls make you sit up straight again.
You can't be taking breaks now.
You don't know how long you've been sitting on the chair, rocking Sadie back to sleep in your tired embrace while the dead continue to try and break in.
They can smell you, sense you, even if you stay perfectly still. Once their only instinct gets triggered, they won't stop hunting a human until you have successfully destroyed the remains of their rotten brain.
You look down at the baby sleeping in your arms; she looks more than peaceful right now, but you know she'll demand some formula soon. You smack your dry lips together and exhale slowly, wincing when you try to wiggle your toes. The pain has subsided a little now that you had a moment to rest, but the numbness of your limb worries you. What if it's broken? You don't know how to fix a broken ankle. Hell, you don't even know if you'll be able to keep the both of you alive through the night.
"Lord, just give me one more day and I'll find someone who can take better care of her", you whimper into the darkness as your eyes well up with a fresh wave of tears.
Suddenly, the steady, sharp firing of gunshots cuts through the familiar noise of guttural snarls and moans. You perk up on your chair as the hammering on the door becomes less and less when the undead abandon their hunt to focus their attention elsewhere.
There's some shouting, more gunshots, closer now too. Sadie wakes up again and wiggles in your arms as new noises echo through the store.
You duck instinctively when some shots are directed at the door.
"Knives out, Johnny. We neeed'a safe our ammo"
"Roger that, Lt."
There's more ruckus outside, some kind of hassle, more snarls, then bodies dropping to the floor. Your heart rate drops and your breathing goes shallow as you press your ear to the door.
"Ugly bastard that one", one man says and chuckles. His accent is thick and Scottish, his voice friendly and eager. "tried'ta take a bite o' me hand."
There's another voice, deep and unfaltering. His accent smooth and British.
"Be quicker next time then. Ya done it a million times now, Johnny."
Sadie babbles then, tugs at the fabric of your shirt to get your attention.
"Shh, sweetie. Be quiet...please, be quiet", you coo at her desperately. Perhaps they'll leave you alone if you stay put.
"Ya think she's in there?"
"Must be. It's the only place she coulda gone"
Your stomach drops then. Dealing with the undead was one thing, but running into men as a lone female was quite a different story and you haven't had one good experience yet.
"Lass uh miss...yer in there? We just want ta help ya, thought ya might be in trouble"
You bite your tongue to keep yourself from making a sound while you gently rock Sadie to keep her quiet.
"There's, ah - shit. Uh, we don't want to harm you, miss. We uh we just wanna make sure you're okay"
His deep voice makes a shiver run down your spine and the way he's fumbling with the right words to not scare you, makes you less tense.
"Very smooth with yer words there, Lt. Is that how you used to talk to the ladies? No wonder yer one lonely, ol' bast-"
"Shaddup, Johnny! Bloody hell...the lass is terrified, I'm trying ta make her trust us"
"D'ya even know how you look with that mask on? Blood and guts all over? Fuck, I'm terrified of ya right now"
Their sudden banter makes your brows furrow and your fear of them cease somehow, but a sudden, timid knock makes you jump again.
"Hey, miss? My name is Sergeant John MacTavish, me and Lieutenant Riley here just wanna make sure yer doing okay. We, uh, we heard ya scream and...we heard a baby. The baby yours?"
You're not entirely sure why, but as soon as the sergeant drops his voice to that gentle tone, Sadie's eyes light up with joy. Perhaps she thinks it's her father speaking to her, and the thought makes your heart clench with grief.
"She's -"
Your voice is hoarse as you try to speak up, so you clear your throat before you start again.
"She's my niece. Her name is Sadie", you say and your throat becomes thight as you choke back tears. "She's only eight months old."
"Alright then", John says and lets out a relieved chuckle. "And what's yer name, miss?"
Sadie giggles in your arms, tries to wiggle herself from the blanket and her sudden eagerness calms you down.
"My name is Y/N, Sergeant."
"Have you got any weapons on ya, Y/N?", the other man, the lieutenant, butts in and it makes you suspicious again.
"What if I do?"
"Way ta go, Lt! Make her distrust us again...Jesus fuck"
There's a moment of silence, before the lieutenant speaks up again. More coherent and suave this time. His voice runs down your spine like oil, and you can't help but be curious about his appearance.
"I'd say you're lying, Y/N, but that's fine. I'd probably lie too if I was in your situation. You're a sharp woman. Tough as nails, too"
"Well, I'm trying", you mutter under your breath before another, sharper knock follows.
"So, will ya attack us if we come inside now, Y/N? Aye or nay?"
You snicker at John's choice of words and your throat hurts afterward. Meanwhile, Sadie continues to wiggle and move in your embrace.
"Fine, sweetheart. Don't make me regret this"
You wince again as you slowly lift your aching body from the wooden chair, only to limp towards the wall across from the door.
"You can come in. I'm unarmed", you call out to them as you lean against the wall to keep your weight off your injured ankle.
There's some mumbling, some words shared between the two and you immediately regret your decision, but it's too late now and then the door door is pushed open.
They walk in slowly with heavy boots and steps, obviously armed to their teeth with their rifles raised and the tactical lights pointed at you, and when your gaze falls upon the giant man with the skull mask, your legs nearly cave in.
"All clear, Lt.", the shorter one says and drops his rifle, though it dangles on a sling at his side. His eyes light up as they meet yours and he offers you a friendly smile.
"See, we ain't so bad, huh? We're the good guys", he jokes, then shrugs. "sort of."
You nod eagerly and swallow thickly as he walks towards you. It's too quick, too familiar and you crouch down at the wall even though your ankle punishes you with searing pain, and you hug Sadie so tightly to your chest, you fear she might suffocate.
"Easy there, Soap", the Lieutenant barks, but stays at a reasonable distance. Now you know what the sargeant meant with the mask, the blood and gore.
And John listens to him, backs away immediately to give you space with his hands raised.
"I'm sorry, lass. Didn’t mean ta scare ya right away"
You nod and try not to hyperventilate. Sadie cries out and ease your hold on her at once.
"That's a baby", John says in awe, shooting his lieutenant a look of his shoulder. "a real baby, Lt."
You think you can see him roll his blackened eyes at the statement before he drops his rifle at his side too. He crouches down, but still looks huge, and he points at your legs.
"You hurt?"
Now John gets down on one knee too when he notices the way you're gripping and pawing at your injured ankle. You didn't even notice you were doing it.
"I...I tripped and twisted my ankle. I've been running with it since"
"How long?", he asks soberly while John pulls something out his tactical vest and grabs his canteen from his belt.
"A couple of hours? I'm not sure"
He clicks his tongue while John sucks in a breath.
"Ouch. Sorry, 'bout that, lass. Here...can I give that to you? It's water and some pain meds"
"Only one, Johnny. She's weak and we need her awake to...to care for the baby"
The lieutenant clears his throat then and lets John take care of you for a moment. You're less intimidated now, but still wary; you must be.
"There ya go. Good job", he praises you as you swallow the white pill and drink eagerly from his canteen. John watches with an enchanted smile as you hold the flask to Sadie.
"She's a cutie, eh. I just want'ta squish those chubby cheeks"
You laugh breathlessly and when John has another close look at Sadie, she reaches her little hand out to him. The sight makes you tear up and melt simultaneously.
"Alright, ya finished? We need to get going. Get somewhere safe before nightfall"
John coos at Sadie, who giggles at the attention, but he nods and his eyes shift back to you.
"Think ya can walk?"
You press your lips together, suddenly afraid they might leave you behind after all if you say no. But you shake your head reluctantly nonetheless.
"Her ankle's looking pretty grim, Lt. It might get worse if she continues to walk without any support"
The lieutenant has his back turned towards the room as he looks outside into the store with his rifle up again. He peeks over his shoulder, dark eyes assessing yours before he drops his rifle with a sigh, marching towards you.
You push back into the wall, spine stiff like an arrow as he crouches next to John. His mask looks even more frightening close up, with small splatters of dark blood scattered over it. Even his black gloves have a white skeleton print, and you kind of admire the dedication to detail. He still towers over you, but you feel like he tries his best to be on eye level.
"Soap, you take the babe, I'll carry her and then we move fast", he explains factually before adressing you directly. "That alright with you?"
You gulp, biting the inside of your cheek as you nod at him. Meanwhile, John holds his large hands out to you with a look of encouragement in his eyes.
"Promise I'll take good care of her", he assures you before you hand her over to him. He looks down at her with a smile and rocks her gently as he stands up.
"Aye, now your turn", the lieutenant chimes in and your attention is on him again. You want to ask him how he wants to go through with this, but before you can do so, you yelp when he picks you up bridal style like you weigh less than a bag full of feathers.
You awkwardly cling to his tactical vest, unsure how to position yourself in his strong arms while he keeps his gaze straight ahead. You feel his hand on your back, the other resting on your knee, squeezing ever so slightly as he moves.
"Alright, Johnny, moving out."
Even mercenaries have a past.
I really like how it turned out. I have more plans with these drawings but I already love how it looks together.
Task Force 141 wishes Happy Holidays!
WIP for the ending scene of "Chapter 3: This it is and nothing more" from my COD ff "Firebird"!
Will Price ever get used to being called by his full name?
This work is actually inspired by an Oppenheimer edit I saw on tiktok.
Top right corner, you can see my (first) design of Laswell‘s wife, whom I called Rosaline in my ff Firebird.
"A few people laughed. A few people cried. Most people were silent. Now I am become death, the destroyer of worlds."
"𝘐𝘵 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴. 𝘑𝘶𝘮𝘱𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦."
"𝘐 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘮. 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘐 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯'𝘵."
(Firebird, Chapter 6)
The quality became quite bad due to the troubles I had saving the video and I might repost it, once I get it to work like I want it to, but for now I am quite proud of this. It's my first edit of this kind.
The drawing was inspired by the audio I used (which I first saw/heard on tiktok).
In the top right corner you can see my first design of Laswell‘s canon wife, whom I gave the name Rosaline.
Inspired by this edit
A short, silly comic of how Ghost sent Jumpscare to the afterlife (+sketches of younger and current Jumpscare)
Finally! I've finished the artwork for the end of Chapter 3: This it is and nothing more of my fanfiction "Firebird" on AO3!
I should be working on the next chapter soon after this unplanned hiatus.