Kick Cod - Tumblr Posts
I'm begging u if anyone has any COD: Ghosts content (official or not) to fuel my hyper fixation i will literally marry you
I LOST IT AT ELSA AND NOW I CANT STOP THINKING OF HIM SWINGING AROUND A TREE IN NO MAN'S LAND SINGING LET IT GO WHILE LOGAN AND KICK ARE CRYING LAUGHING, DAVID IS TRAUMATISED, KEEGAN IS UNFAZED AND MERRICK IS CONCERNED (IDK WHAT TF NEPTUNE WOULD DO SORRY HES JST STANDING THERE)
BRO GOT SO SILLY HE BROKE RORKE'S MIND CONTROL AND THEY START SINGING AND DANCING TOGETHERRRRR
IM DYUNG
The Ghosts but their names are spelled wrong
Merc Log Dvid Kegn Kick Elsa Ajacks Rock
NO I JUST REALISED
THATS EVIL
IM SAD NOW
BUT STILL LAUGHING
The Ghosts but their names are spelled wrong
Merc Log Dvid Kegn Kick Elsa Ajacks Rock
some of yall alr know where this is going
Hesh - Beans
Kick - Partner in crime
Merrick - Dad
Elias - Elsa
Logan - Blonde bitch
Keegan - Spooky scary skeleton
Ajax - Ajaxolotl
Rorke - Jackass
If I were to have the CoD Ghosts boys as contacts, this is what I would name each one.
Hesh - Heshbrown
Kick - Tech Support
Merrick - Bald Captain
Elias - White-haired Captain
Logan - Ninja
Keegan - Keg
Ajax - Ajax the great (like the trojan warrior)
Rorke - Bandana dad
Call of Duckies Ghosts ! Ajax and Kick are here and in the shop !
Nord's relationship with them (CoD: Ghosts) canon:
❤️Red:Hate/Enemy
🧡Orange: Don't know
💛Yellow:Know
💚Green:Like/Respect
💙Blue:Friends
💜Purple:BBF
🩷Pink:Crush
Link to the template
I love this, especially what Logan is doing
Pookie, because I love you so much I brought you this 💞
Context: The little ball of ghosts gossiped not in a good way to Ghost
Hello pookie!!
Oh no LMAO I would not want to see them fight 😭😭
(who drew this art tho? it's so good)
If I were to have the CoD Ghosts boys as contacts, this is what I would name each one.
Hesh - Heshbrown
Kick - Tech Support
Merrick - Bald Captain
Elias - White-haired Captain
Logan - Ninja
Keegan - Keg
Ajax - Ajax the great (like the trojan warrior)
Rorke - Bandana dad
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."
