Hesh Walker - Tumblr Posts
Angsty angst >:3
(wip zombie apocalypse AU :O)
Def some shit Logan would cook, smiley toast, yes its burnt i was distracted with washing the dishes but he would burn toast to
i can jst imagine Hesh making this for him after he gets resuced (let me be delusional) as a coping mechanism, and eventually other ppl join in and they all start baking together to help Logan and its a cute lil teambuilding thing and if they set off a few fire alarms thats not rlly their fault
I could def see him working at a McDonalds bc Elias said "It looks good on your resume! Best training option available."
He's just standing there as someone throws a drink at him bc they were deaf asf and didn't hear their border being called out and the ice melted.
That afternoon he has to break the news to his dad that he got fired within the first week for laying hands on a customer.
What do you think Hesh's first part time job is
Hesh listens to chapell roan and sobs when he thinks about his ex
he's a lil overcooked
This made me laugh so hard 😪
Not hesh giving ✨oldest daughter energy✨
Kit: Y'know a lot of us were pretty happy when the Federation first attacked.
Hesh: W- I'm sorry, what?!
Kit: Well, America's a pretty shit country, the government was like, reeeeally fucked up and you used to have a pretty high average weight.
Kick: Ahh, yes, the glory days.
Hesh: I still can't get past the fact you were HAPPY about acts of terrorism?
Kit: Well we didn't know that, you do know the Federation spread propaganda and convinced a lot of people that America struck first? That's why we didn't send troops for ages. Well that, and the fact that our government was infiltrated by the little shits and my military base went against orders to get soldiers out here.
Keegan: I could see them doing that.
Kit: Holy shit!
Kick: Damn dude don't scare us like that.
Hesh: I- you know what? I'm gonna leave it. You're here now, helping us, defying orders to leave us for dead. It's fine.
Kit: To be honest though, now yall aren't arguing about who's national parks are better or dealing with fucked up politics, it's kinda nice to visit.
Hesh: I fucking wish I was in Australia right now.
Exactly! Operation SV was such a traumatic experience for everyone involved, and everyone there was mostly of age - by that i mean at least 18-19. You know who were under that age though? Keegan (16-17) and Ajax (17-18). Imagine going through three days straight of fighting, having to kill people with your bare hands, having to hide under dead soldiers' bodies, while being 16-18. Not to mention, they would have to have been in the military at least some time before that to qualify for that mission. I rarely see anyone talking about even if it would add a lot of depth to the Ghosts, especially Keegan and Ajax. After all, Logan and Hesh were similar ages to them when ODIN struck, something else that was incredibly traumatic to experience at their ages. It could be a great way for the four/three of them to bond.
Sorry for the rambling, but Operation SV and Keegan canonically being the youngest Ghost before the Walker brothers joined is one of my favourite parts of the Ghosts lore.
‼️ TW: BLOOD ‼️ (granted its not very realistic but still)
the best friends finally meet !! granted its during the end of operation sand viper and theyre both Going Through It™ but at least they met :)
random 2 am though but what did logan wear before elias handed his mask down to him. like we know logan only got the iconic mask AFTER elias died (i think?? im not sure) so what did he do before that. did he just paint his face like hesh. if so what design did he have
is that why hesh painted his face instead of wearing a mask? because he had no mask??
More cod doodles
Okay, so, I have an old Zombie novel I was writing that I can repurpose, and I also have this really cool supernatural idea for the COD boys....
I suppose I can do both, but updates between them will be staggered a bit because I am working overtime and looking for an apartment. :)
Really hoping for one of the racing ones, or the supernatural ones because that's my jam but I can't decide so y'all decide for me.
update on the valor chronicles & azraels wing:: the outlines have been officially drawn up for Azrael's Wing, and I'm doing a first draft of it as we speak!! for the valor chronicles (COD Supernatural/Paranormal/Cryptid) I am still working out some flaws with the plot and outline, along with deciding what route I want to go down on. If you guys have any suggestions for what creatures I should do certain COD guys (and girls) drop it into my ask box. ((Please try to stay away from other COD Artists & Writers ideas on the AU. I don't want to copy anyone.))
AZRAEL'S WING {Intro}
Obligatory Trigger Warnings: Blood, Gore, Horror, Body Horror. Semi-Inaccurate Medical Information. Murder. Suicide. Cannibalism. Violence. Loss/Grief. PTSD/Trauma. Food Insecurity. Emotional Distress. Mental Health Struggles. Social Isolation. Political Oppression. Attempted Genocide. Disruption of Normalcy. Child Labor. I mean, the list can go on, this is what I imagine would happen if the government basically turned against it's citizens and tried to kill them all, but failed and now people are trapped due to rampant viruses and disease.
If any of the above makes you even slightly uncomfortable, then this series is NOT for you. This is a DEAD DOVE: DO NOT EAT. For that reason, if you're a minor, please do not read this series. THIS IS PURELY FICTION, ANY LIKENESS TO ANY REAL WORLD EVENTS IS ACCIDENTAL.
Linked below is a document purely made for this Tumblr series. It's for people to be able to go back and reference it, and learn a little about the world the characters have found themselves in. This is all original lore I have written for a novel I have scrapped, so I hope you all enjoy.
Life flickers across the screen, a young man is sitting in a room with three men sleeping behind him. His hair is shaggy, and a dark charcoal color. His eyes, unlike his appearance, are bright and filled with the smallest spark of hope. The boy couldn't have been more than 19. His green eyes look over the camera he was using for the recording, his hands are held out, soft palms turned calloused, as if it was to catch the camera if it fell. "Okay, I think... I think it's working." He sighs, and sits backwards slowly, putting his hands in his lap as he looks at the camera, his eyes glazing over in thought. This was obviously poorly planned. "I am Hesh Walker, and I am apart of the Seraphims of Xalar. This is a video to the world. We're alive. The government, they turned against us. They're denying us food, water, shelter, medicine... the list can go on." Hesh takes a deep breath, breath hitching on a choked sob. The video gets cut as he reaches forwards, frantically grabbing the camera. The next video, is a video of a forest. Hesh sitting on a stump of a chopped tree as he looks into the camera. "Okay, take two. I am David Walker, son of Elias Walker, the Scarecrow." He seems more confident, takes a slower inhale than before. "I am a leader within a group of survivors of the Collapse. We're being led by a man by the name of Ghost." He lets out a soft laughter. "Ironic, really..." He mutters under his breath. "We are a group of survivors well within the hundreds. We have women, men and children. We require immediate extraction. The government has turned their backs against their people." Hesh looks down, wringing his hands in a subtle display of discomfort and even nervousness. "I don't want to die here." The final video, is a masked man with Hesh's eyes looking at the camera. He's sitting at a table in front of a window, the sun must have been setting, because it was getting darker outside, but the sky was still holding on a semblance of light. Dark storm clouds were in the distance, as the man sat in the chair. His emotions were unreadable from the mask, but the way his arm laid haphazardly on the table, his legs spread in a way to take up too much space, the man was more than comfortable where he was. With who he was. Smoke bellows out from the mask. He must have taken a drag of a cigarette before this. "This is Michael, a Seraphim Leader of Xalar." The man starts, leaning forwards, his arms coming to rest on his knees, hands clasped together. "This is a message to the world. The United States have fallen. Dust and rubble is what remains. Xalar, is all what remains on the East Coast. We have set up a farm, and partially rebuilt an entire city while you all have done nothing. You all watched the lights go out and the people go silent, and have not even bothered to send any sort of transmission to ask what has happened." The man scoffs incredulously, shaking his head in what seems to be disbelieving anger. "Some of the very best PMC and military personnel have been trapped in this special slice of hell, waiting for someone to come extract us and the civilians we have been protecting. It has become clear to us that the rest of you will not be coming for us." The man leans forwards, his eyes narrowing, voice dropping to a dangerous tone full of promise. "So when we rise from the ashes, don't bother asking help from us. This is my official resignation from the Special Operatives team called The Ghosts. Michael, over and out."
