GAZ

HUNT. HUNT YOU CAN'T DO THIS TO MY GAY ASS. YOU CAN'T. THIS PANSEXUAL IS PERPETUALLY PANICKING. GAY PANIC. AAAHHHHH

Can't stop thinking about an all woman Task Force coming to SAS and helping Task Force 141 + Kortac for a mission

Can't stop thinking about the male team waiting for the women to get here, expectations all different for each of them

Can't stop thinking about a huge, futuristic transport plane coming down to land, and Soap wondering why they don't have one that cool (And Ghost telling him to shut up)

Can't stop thinking about two women jumping out of the jet and play fighting, chasing each other and one pinning the other one down in a chokehold

Can't stop thinking about the absolute shock the men have on their faces when they see how fast they are, and how tall and big and pretty these two women are

Can't stop thinking about the giggling women standing up but get pushed forward by another girl, even taller and bigger than the other two, frowning at them and snapping at them to 'keep the line moving'

Can't stop thinking about more of the female team coming out of the plane, some with headphones on, some talking to each other, and some straight up ignoring the male team as they carry heavy cargo like it weights nothing

Can't stop thinking about how there's a K9 handler on the team and brought out these big ass wolf-dogs with spiked collars and one of them scares the shit out of Soap because it barked at him and she apologizes to him with a nervous smile (he's already in love)

Can't stop thinking about how the males can't stop goggling at these absolute beautiful women that pass them by who look like they're from the fucking island of Themyscira

Can't stop thinking about how Capitan Price and Ghost almost pass the hell out when they see the last two women get out of the plane, the tallest person they've ever seen in the front and a bit shorter one in the back

Can't stop thinking about how all the women have to bend down to go through the doors

Can't stop thinking about all the women finally introducing themselves with their call signs and the tallest one in the team (who almost broke their doors because she cant get through them) is the Capitan and her second in command is behind her

Can't stop thinking about the second in command giving Ghost a small nod with a soft smile, sending him in a spiral

Can't stop thinking about some of the girls crowding the men, cooing down at them about how cute they are and how muscular they are, pinching their flustered cheeks and curiously groping their overwhelmed bodies

Definitely can't stop thinking about how the men know they're absolutely fucked for these few months.

Can't. Stop. Thinkinnggggg.

My precious moots <333

this is for a really specific reason right now but reblog if you love and care about your mutuals so so much and want to hug them tight and tuck them into bed

can't find a post like this so I made it myself

he so handsome! Handsome little man! Wanna squeesh him

Just an fyi to anyone who cares, i will be posting cod art that includes my oc Cormac. If you are interested in learning more about him, i will link you to my Ao3 where i upload short stories as well as lore regarding my little guy!

@hunterbunter3000

I'm so fucking feral right now.

Damn, needed to hear this

Thanks ghoul :D

i don’t know if this is too personal but i’ve really been struggling with just writing without feeling so nervous and obsessive.

i feel like if i’m not recognized by the writers i’m inspired by im not doing it right. i really wanna write stuff and be apart of a community but i truly don’t know what im doing. it feels like i need to be noticed to be okay with my writing.

i’m sorry for the dump it’s just this has been fucking with me for a week now and i wondered if you’ve had an experience with this.

The first time a writer I followed liked one of my posts I texted my sister and we screamed about it. I was shocked and awed, I wondered what they liked about it and how I could write more fic that this person I looked up to would like.

We all want to be recognized by people we admire, but that shouldn't be the goal. We can hope for it of course, but ultimately you should be writing for yourself. Don't write to impress people because ultimately you'll be disappointed with your writing if you don't get the response you want, and being disappointed in your art is a terrible feeling.

As far as being part of the community goes, I don't think there's any sort of secret club or inner circle, there's no "famous cod writers" discord(at least not one I know about), it's all just people writing what they love. You're part of the community just by engaging with their content. More importantly writing means carving out space for yourself within the community. Fandom is an ever expanding market, each new creator sets up a stall and starts doing business alone, they don't usually join another creator's stall, and you'd never say the people walking around aren't participating in the market.

If you feel like your writing needs to be noticed to be worth anything then find a friend to notice you. Their opinion will feel like gold compared to anyone else’s. At the end of the day you're the only person who has a say over your writing, so write for yourself. You'll never know what other people like and you can't please everyone, just do you and people will find you.

THE PRICE/WITCH OTP CONTINUES RRAAAAHHHH

Have we… heard about Viking!Prices darling yet?

We have! Viking!Price has a Völva(Witch/sorceress) that he's desperately in love with. Courting a völva is no simple thing though. They dance around saying the words they mean, never quite touching the affection between them but never ignoring it. He brings her gifts from his travels, and she covetously hides them away. She lays blessings upon him, worries over his wounds, and he wishes he could take away the weight on her shoulders. They sit quietly next to each other, counting the lines on their fingers, easing their calloused skin in one another's grasp.

Price dislikes the way the spirits treat his völva, running her ragged and speaking about her as if she isn't something wondrous. One day he'll have enough of it and put her over his shoulder to steal away somewhere kinder. Somewhere warm.

The need to have these women step on me praise me is beyond anything this world could even begin to comprehend

Can’t stop thinking about the women can easily flip ghost or konig into the fucking ground. Like a sack of potatoes because they are strong like that.

Can’t stop thinking about soap shooting his shot on the K-9 handler but fumbled when she gave him her full attention.

Can’t stop thinking about Ale getting beet red, squirming, and stuttering when one of the women sit besides him and flirt with him. Looking at him with her intense and alluring eyes.

Can’t stop thinking about Price who is usually compose and sharp minded getting distracted and blank when the female captain, speak and he just straight of the bat agreeing with her.

Can’t stop thinking about Gaz being coodle just because how cute he is, the ladies coddles him, and always compliments him doing a great job. Making his head spin and dying inside.

😫😫😫😫

Losing my mind rn fr fr 💯💯💯

GUYS PLEASE

Hello please reblog this if you’re okay with people sending you random asks to get to know you better