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General hc on why cod ghosts are the best characters in cod universe!
Warning: infinity auras you might get blind, also a lot of when words
When Logan looks into the mirror, He finds no reflection of him because there is only one logan in this world!.
When Rorke does push-ups, he is actually pushing the ground down!.
When elias visits your house, you will become the guest.
Kick wears sunglasses so he protects the sun from his eyes.
When keegan was born he named his parents.
When Keegan downloads an app, The app actually agrees to his terms and reading his privacy policy.
When graham bell invented the first telephone, he found 13 missed calls from Kick.
Hesh speaks, the words thank him for using them.
Merrick Coughs, the viruses get sick.
In school Teachers raise their hand when they wanna talk to logan.
As a kid Keegan plays hide and seek, the darkness hides from him.
Rorke jumps into the ocean, the fish start drowning.
Merrick stares at the sun, the sun puts on sunscreen.
Hesh takes a shower, the water gets wet.
Logan ties his shoes, the laces thank him for the privilege.
Rorke goes to sleep, nightmares get scared.
Elias plays chess, the king sacrifices himself.
Keegan takes a selfie, the camera apologizes for not being worthy.
Kick enters a room, the walls step aside out of respect.
Logan makes a wish, the shooting star thanks him for the opportunity.
Keegan whispers, thunder takes notes.
Rorke claps, earthquakes happen in another country.
Kick runs, the wind tries to keep up.
Merrick blinks, time pauses out of respect.
Elias gives directions, Google Maps listens.
Hesh plays a game, the controller follows his commands before he even presses a button.
Keegan sleeps, his dreams ask for permission to appear.
Rorke walks into a bank, the vault opens by itself.
Kick flexes, mirrors gain muscle.
Logan breathes, the atmosphere takes a deep inhale.
Merrick looks at a clock, it resets to his time zone.
Logan drops his phone, the ground apologizes.
Rorke walks into the jungle, the predators play dead.
Keegan plays poker, the deck shuffles itself in his favor.
Kick takes a nap, time slows down to let him rest.
Hesh watches TV, the villians act good out of respect.
Riley chases his tail, the universe spins backward.
Rorke snaps his fingers, gravity takes a break.
Keegan sharpens his knife, the blade gets scared.
Kick stands still, the Earth rotates around him.
Logan looks at the stars, they shine brighter to impress him.
Riley growls, nightmares wake up screaming.
Riley digs a hole, archaeologists discover a lost civilization.
Keegan puts on a mask, the mask feels protected.
Logan opens a book, the words read for him instead.
Rorke steps on a crack, the Earth apologizes and fixes itself.
Kick makes a call, the phone already knows what he wants to say.
Merrick loads a gun, the bullets get scared and try to run away.
They said everytime Elias tells a bedtime story to hesh and logan, the monsters under the bed fall asleep first.
Keegan walks through the fog, the mist clears a path for him.
Rorke throws a rock into the ocean, the tides change out of fear.
Kick blinks, camera shutters try to keep up.
Hesh whistles, birds stop to listen and take notes.
Merrick wears a watch, time tries to impress him by running faster.
Riley howls, werewolves Hide under their beds.
I'm just so fucking in love with this game
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Sir kick.
Knigh! kick! X Queen! F!reader
notes: slight nsfw? I know this rlly can't happen or the moments been kinda illogical but come on chat this century has become extinct, Let's have fun.
Words: 3,583
also not using thou, art etc... idrk abt them chat
For years, you have been bound in chains of duty, shackled to a marriage not of love but of power. A union sealed in ink and coldly witnessed by courtiers who care not for the heart that beats beneath brocade and gold. You were promised to a man who holds dominion over kingdoms, yet none over your affections.
The king—your husband—is a fortress of ice, impenetrable and unyielding. His gaze, when it does fall upon you, is one of obligation, not devotion. His hands, ever steady in matters of state, have never trembled with longing for you. And so, the years have passed in a silent war, your heart waging battles he will never deign to notice.
One evening, beneath the weight of candlelight and crushed velvet, you dare to speak.
"Is there anything within these walls that you do love, Your Majesty?"
He does not look up from his documents. His quill moves, steady and unhurried.
"Do you expect a sentimental answer, my queen?"
"I expect a truth, if you still recall how to speak one."
At that, he pauses. The fire crackles, filling the space between you. When he finally meets your gaze, his expression is unreadable, a mask carved from stone.
"My duty is to the realm. Love is a luxury I was never granted."
"No," you say, voice sharper than the jeweled dagger at your hip. "Love is a luxury you never desired."
He does not deny it.
And so, your restlessness grows, a storm stirring beneath silken gowns and polished smiles. One day, the storm will break. And when it does, the king will be forced to see what he has long ignored—whether it be your wrath, your departure… or your betrayal.
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Then, Sir Kick steps into the picture.
You sense him before you see him—the shift in the air, the low murmur of courtiers parting as he strides through the chamber. When your gaze finally finds him, he is already watching. He stands at the far side of the royal court, his armor gleaming beneath the chandelier’s golden glow, every inch of him a warrior among men who speak only in parchment and coin. His presence commands attention, but it is the way his eyes sweep over the room—then settle upon you—that sends a spark racing up your spine.
That gaze… it is dangerous. Familiar.
You have felt it before, lingering when it ought not to, igniting something within you that has long been smothered beneath duty and decorum. Unlike your husband, Sir Kick is a man of action, a man who does not waste breath on empty speeches or politics spun from dust. His wit is as quick as his sword, his charm sharper still.
And most of all, he does not fawn over your crown.
No, he does not see a queen, a figurehead draped in velvet and restraint. He sees a woman. And that—above all—is what makes him dangerous.
Kick tilts his head slightly, a silent challenge in his expression. He knows precisely what he is doing.
And worse still?
So do you.
You already know that tonight, it is happening.
The thought lingers at the edges of your mind, winding through your veins like a slow-burning flame. There is no hesitation, no wavering. The moment has been inching closer with every stolen glance, every unspoken word exchanged across the great hall, every quiet yearning left to fester in the dark.
And tonight, the dark will no longer be empty.
The court is still alive with laughter and politics, the air thick with the scent of wine and candle smoke. The king, ever dutiful, is engrossed in matters of state, his back to you as he bends over parchment, sealing his attention to anything but you.
It is almost too easy.
You rise from your seat with practiced grace, your departure barely noticed amid the swirl of conversation and music. Your footsteps are quiet, measured, as you weave through corridors draped in shadow, the weight of your gown trailing like whispers against the stone floor.
Then, the signal—small, deliberate, undeniable.
Your fingers brush the edge of your collar as you pass through the archway, a movement so subtle that only a man accustomed to watching you closely would notice.
And Sir Kick does.
No words are needed. The silent command is clear.
The small chamber at the far end of the castle—the one hidden away from prying eyes, where the last bell will toll, and where, at long last, this night will unfold exactly as you have both willed it to.
And as you disappear into the shadows, you know he will follow.
The door closes behind him with a quiet click, sealing you both away from the world beyond these walls. The moment Sir Kick steps into the dim glow of candlelight, his smirk unfurls—slow, knowing, edged with danger. He removes his helmet with a practiced ease, shaking loose the mess of black hair that falls over sharp, amber eyes. Those eyes flicker as they settle on you, brimming with that same reckless, playful confidence you have come to recognize.
And yet, beneath the bravado, there is something else. Something unspoken.
He takes a step forward. Then another.
His movements are unhurried, deliberate, until the space between you is little more than a breath. Close enough that you can feel the heat of him, the steel and leather of his armor mingling with the faint trace of something unmistakably him.
Kick does not waste time.
"It seems your king has left you quite lonely," he murmurs, voice low, teasing—but not entirely mocking. No, he is far too perceptive for that. He knows what this is. What this could be.
Your spine remains straight, chin lifted with the pride of a woman who was never meant to be ignored. The soft breeze tugs at the silk of your gown, brushing against your skin like a ghost of a touch.
"Mind your discipline, Sir Kick," you reply coolly. "He is your king, too."
Your words are firm, but the fire in your chest betrays you—burning, roaring to life after years of being buried beneath duty and cold indifference. And Kick… Kick sees it.
He always has.
A slow, knowing smile tugs at the corner of his lips. "Ah, but a crown does not make a man worthy." His voice is quieter now, his gaze tracing over you with an intensity that sends a shiver through you. "Nor does it make a woman any less deserving of being seen."
And in that moment, as the distance between you teeters on the edge of something irreversible, you realize—he is not asking permission.
He is waiting to see if you will grant it.
"Do you think you’re the first knight to think such things?" Your voice is steady, unwavering, yet threaded with something hotter, something undeniable. Your gaze narrows just slightly—not in warning, but in challenge.
Sir Kick does not falter. He only smiles, slow and deliberate, before a laugh escapes him—low, rich, tinged with arrogance. The sound curls around you like smoke.
"I am not like the others," he muses, tilting his head as if amused by the very idea. "They are noblemen draped in steel, men who wear titles as if they are armor. Nothing more."
He takes a step closer, his presence pressing into yours, the warmth of him cutting through the cool night air.
"But—" he leans in just enough that you can feel his breath against your skin, his voice dipping into something hushed, something edged with certainty— "we are not here for just talk, Your Majesty."
Your pulse does not betray you, but he knows. He always knows.
The air between you is charged, a thin thread pulled too tight, waiting—daring—to snap.
And this time, you are the one who must decide.
With a single step forward, Kick closes the distance, his presence wrapping around you like a silent vow. His gloved hand settles lightly against your back, his touch barely more than a whisper against the delicate fabric of your gown. And yet, it is enough. A shiver dances down your spine, betraying you in ways words never could.
He knows exactly what he’s doing.
His charm is effortless, woven into the very way he moves—every shift, every glance brimming with an unshakable confidence that sets him apart from the lifeless courtiers who whisper empty praises in your ear. He does not hesitate. He does not ask.
He simply takes.
And for once, you welcome it.
Because this—this is what you have longed for. The spark. The fire. The undeniable sense of being seen, not as a queen bound by duty, but as a woman aching to be touched, to be wanted.
Kick’s fingers press just slightly, guiding you closer—not enough to overstep, but enough to remind you of the choice that lingers between you. A choice you are more than ready to make.
Without another word, Kick closes the space between you, his lips descending in a deliberate, slow motion. The first brush of his mouth against yours is light—teasing, almost as if he's savoring the moment, testing the boundaries. The faint pressure lingers, a quiet invitation, but it does not take long for you to pull him closer.
The yearning inside you surges, a wave that has been building for years, drowning out all the hesitation and restraint. You need this. You want this.
With a boldness that surprises even you, your lips part and meet his in a kiss that is anything but tentative. It is deep, hungry, and without reservation. The pressure between you builds, both urgent and reckless, as if your souls are calling to each other—demanding, aching for something only this moment can fulfill.
Kick’s hands move swiftly, finding the curve of your waist, his fingers grasping the soft fabric of your gown. He pulls you against him with such intensity, your body flush against his. The cool bite of his armor against your skin contrasts with the scorching heat that radiates from his chest, the firm press of muscle beneath the metal.
For a brief second, he pulls away just enough to breathe, his gaze locking with yours. His eyes search yours, intense and focused, measuring the weight of this moment—this choice.
A silent question lingers in the air. Will you go further? Will you let this consume you both?
But you know. Neither of you will pull back now.
"You're not shy, Your Majesty," he breathes, the words slipping from his lips with a hint of amusement. A smirk dances across his face, pulling at the corner of his mouth as his eyes study you—devouring the fire in your gaze.
You meet his stare without flinching, unwavering in the heat of the moment. "Shyness was never an option, Sir Kick," you reply, your voice steady, a trace of something darker in your tone. "I have nothing to lose."
His smirk deepens, but there’s a flicker of something more—recognition, perhaps, or admiration.
You’ve made your choice. And it is clear, to both of you, that nothing will stand in the way of what comes next.
As Kick’s hand slides down to your waist, pulling you further into the heat of the kiss, time seems to slow. You melt into him, the world around you fading, leaving only the intoxicating feeling of him against you. But then, without warning, there’s the unmistakable creak of a door opening—a soft, hesitant shuffle of footsteps.
A breath catches in your throat.
The man freezes in the doorway, his wide eyes taking in the scene before him. His hands twitch instinctively toward his weapon, unsure whether to flee or to sound the alarm. He’s seen enough to understand the situation unfolding before him, but uncertainty hangs in the air.
But Kick—ever the confident knight—doesn’t flinch. Not even a twitch.
You, on the other hand, gasp against his lips, trying to pull away, startled by the intrusion.
Kick does not yield. He does not break the kiss, instead drawing you closer still, his lips lingering on yours for just a moment longer—slow, deliberate, as if to make sure every ounce of the moment is savored before he pulls away.
When he does finally pull back, his eyes do not seek you. They turn, effortlessly locking onto the crew member standing frozen in the doorway. His gaze is cool, amused even, as if this were nothing more than an amusing interruption, rather than an undeniable breach of decorum.
Kick remains close, his body still pressed against yours, the heat of him never fading. His voice, deep and laced with that characteristic playfulness, cuts through the tension in the air. “Ah, a late-night wanderer, is it? I must admit, I don’t recall sending for company.”
The crew member’s face goes a shade lighter, his eyes darting nervously between you and Kick, unsure where to settle his gaze. He can’t seem to tear his attention away from the knight who stands so confidently, every inch of him exuding power and daring.
“My… my apologies, milady, Sir Kick. I did not intend to... interrupt.” The words stumble from his mouth, his voice quivering slightly under the weight of the situation.
Kick’s smirk widens, and he steps closer to the man, completely unbothered by the interruption. His tone shifts, deepening with a subtle threat wrapped in amusement. “Interrupt, you say? How unfortunate.” His gaze never leaves the crew member’s face, studying him like a predator eyeing its prey.
The tension in the air is thick, suffocating, and for a moment, it seems as if the world has gone still, the only sound the beating of your own heart.
“Now,” Kick continues, his voice low and dangerous, “tell me, good man, does this situation call for... the death of a loyal subject, or shall we let you return to your duties?”
The crew member’s breath catches in his throat. His hands tremble slightly, torn between fear and the bewildering absurdity of Kick’s words. He knows—he knows well enough that, despite the knight’s playful tone, this is not a question one would answer lightly.
The room hangs suspended between two worlds: one of royal consequence, the other of recklessness and daring.
The crew member stiffens, his body rigid with nerves as he scans the room. His eyes flicker to you, searching for a sign—an indication of whether he should flee or stay, whether he will be met with mercy or wrath.
Kick, still standing close, keeps that infuriating smirk on his lips. His voice drops lower, tinged now with mocking amusement. “Do you need to be reminded of your place, or is it clear enough for you to depart without further need of... persuasion?”
The words hang heavy in the air, each syllable dripping with the promise of consequence, but there’s something else beneath it—a dark playfulness, as if this is all a game to him, one in which the crew member is an unwilling pawn.
The poor man shifts uneasily, his feet planted but clearly uncomfortable. He stands frozen, caught in the middle of a situation he was never meant to witness. The awkwardness is palpable, and you can almost feel his pulse quickening. He tries desperately to hold onto his composure, but it’s slipping.
He is a man who knows well enough the power of royalty—but what does he know of knights who mock it so boldly? What does he know of the dark games played beneath the surface of titles and crowns?
Kick watches him with those dangerous eyes, waiting for the crew member to make his choice. Every breath in the room seems drawn tight, as if the next move will send the entire situation spiraling out of control.
For a brief, tense moment, you stand still, caught between the weight of the situation and the undeniable pull of the power that Kick exudes. His presence looms like a storm—unfazed, teasing, his every word a sharp note, his smirk never wavering. But beneath it all, you know this could go one of two ways: You could end this charade, banish the crew member and regain control—or you could allow Kick to toy with him, a choice that might reveal more than either of you are prepared to handle.
With a deliberate breath, you step forward, breaking the stillness. Your voice rings out, calm and measured, but beneath it lies the unspoken weight of royalty. “There is no need for dramatics, good sir. You may leave now, and I trust you shall say nothing of this to anyone.”
The command is clear. Your words leave no room for debate, no space for disobedience. The crew member nods quickly, clearly grateful for the queen’s composed, regal demeanor.
But before he can take his leave, Kick’s voice slithers through the air, full of mischief, his tone laced with a dangerous undertone that threatens to undo any calm you’ve offered. “You heard her, good man,” he says, still leaning casually against the space between you and the crew member, his eyes alight with an unmistakable gleam. “Leave now, and we won’t need to have a longer conversation about your future... unless, of course, you find the idea of becoming a knight’s plaything more to your liking.”
The implication hangs heavy between them, a challenge wrapped in a jest that leaves the poor crew member trembling in his boots. His eyes flick nervously between you and Kick, his grip tightening on the doorframe as if it were the only thing keeping him anchored.
The door clicks closed with a soft thud behind the retreating crew member, leaving you and Kick in the dim light of the chamber.
You turn to face him, arms crossed, an eyebrow arched in mock disapproval, but there’s the slightest curve of a smile on your lips—one that speaks of both amusement and challenge. “You’re insufferable. We are in the royal chambers, Kick, not some tavern. Have a bit of decorum.”
Kick’s smirk has only grown, his gaze never leaving you as he steps closer. His grin widens, and the mischief in his eyes dances like flames on the edge of a storm. “Ah, but where’s the fun in that, my lady?” he says, his voice smooth, laced with the promise of trouble. “I did not expect such... eagerness from you. I must admit, your taste for the forbidden is... intoxicating.”
His words hang in the air, just as the space between you and him shrinks. Every syllable a challenge, every inch of him a magnet pulling you in. He knows. You know. There’s something about this dangerous edge, the way he pushes, the way you can’t help but lean into it.
You hold his gaze, the playful tone in your voice not quite hiding the heat that flickers beneath it. “And what if I told you, Sir Kick, that the only thing more intoxicating than that is the danger of making it real?”
The air between you thickens, becoming something both dangerous and thrilling. You’ve found what you’ve longed for in Kick—the passion, the confidence, the very thing that’s been absent from your life for far too long. In his presence, you are no longer just the queen, the dutiful wife; you are a woman who has reclaimed something for herself.
Without a word, you step forward, your movements deliberate and fluid. With a swift, commanding gesture, your hands reach for the iron of his armor, and in one smooth motion, it falls to the ground with a soft clink, the weight of it no longer between you.
Kick exhales slowly, his chest rising and falling beneath the remaining layers of his attire. He looks down at the discarded armor, a side smile tugging at his lips, a quiet acknowledgment of your boldness. His eyes lift to meet yours, and there’s something in his gaze—a flicker of both surprise and admiration. He isn’t used to being unseated so easily, but something about you is different.
“I do believe you’re starting to make your intentions clear, my lady,” he murmurs, his voice low and filled with an unmistakable edge of excitement. He doesn't move yet, still lingering in the moment, as if savoring the shift that has happened between you.
You gasp softly, caught off guard, and a surprised laugh escapes you. You've never experienced anything quite like this—this bold, fearless display of power. In an instant, Kick’s strong hands are at your waist, lifting you effortlessly off the ground. With a swift, confident motion, he throws you onto the bed, the soft thud of your landing muted by the lavish fabric, but the effect is undeniable.
You steady yourself on your hands, bracing against the softness of the sheets as your eyes meet his, a mixture of shock and anticipation flooding your chest. you saw him. taking his shirt off, His build is evident—solid, controlled, each movement a reflection of the strength he carries with him, and yet, there’s something gentler in the way he looks at you now.
Kick, for all his cocky bravado, is never careless. He’s always mindful, always aware of the power dynamics at play. He's careful not to make any overt move that might call attention, even now, as his eyes scan you with a mixture of hunger and respect. But here, in the hidden corners of the castle, in the quiet shadows of the royal garden where the walls can't listen, you and Kick have carved out a dangerous, intoxicating space just for yourselves.
You sit up, looking at him, the weight of the moment sinking in. “One day, this will be over, won’t it?” you ask, your voice quiet, carrying with it an understanding that only the two of you share in this fleeting space of freedom.
Kick’s grin widens as he steps closer, the playful edge still lingering in his gaze. “Perhaps,” he says, his voice thick with promise. “But tonight, Your Majesty, let’s enjoy the here and now.”
Kick leans down, his breath brushing against your skin as he moves closer, his hands steady and sure as he guides you back onto the bed. The kiss comes swiftly, claiming you with a fire that burns away any hesitation. In that instant, the world outside the room disappears. The soft pressure of his lips is a promise, a stark contrast to the cold neglect you’ve known for years.
You fall back against the bed, your heart racing as his kiss deepens. You’ve never known anything like this—never felt so desired, so alive. The emotions that surge through you now are a sharp contrast to the emptiness that’s haunted you for so long. Deprived of tenderness, of passion, of connection—what did you endure all of this for? To live beside a king who could never see you, never understand you, only the crown you wear? A man who’s a bastard to treat you this way.
But Kick—Kick has filled the emptiness in your heart. Where there was cold distance, there is now warmth. Where there was neglect, there is now care. His touch, his kiss, they have filled every vacant corner of your soul with a fire you never thought you’d feel again.
And in that moment, with the world outside forgotten, you are free.
*sigh* okay imma let out my cursed pics from the studio
oh yeah call of duty ghosts, kinda mess with this game (let it consume my mind and inner thoughts to the point it has slightly destroyed my mental health)
call of duty ghosts but with my oc explaining the lore pt1
my imaginations before i go to bed:
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The first "I love you" in the relationship [requested]
characters: Logan walker, Hesh walker, Keegan russ, kick
notes: SFW content, kinda chessy for me since i love angst more than this shit but whatever man whatever this fandom wants
Logan walker:
yeah you are the first who is going to say it don't argue with me.
Logan struggles with words and would never rush into saying it.
tbh i think logan has never had partners in his life :(, he kept training not knowing anything about love.
sometimes i think hesh is the one who couraged him to date and elias too, telling him that he has been more than 30 years serving for this country and even though.
elias controlled and balanced the love and working with his mother.
It happens A late-night moment at home, when he’s quiet but seems lost in thought.
I think when you have been dating for months? like more than 8 months.
You’re curled up against Logan, watching, but he’s barely paying attention. His mind is elsewhere—probably thinking about a mission he can’t talk about.
You run your fingers through his hair, massaging his scalp gently. He sighs closing his eyes, leaning into your touch and getting out of the blurred world he was in.
"I love you, you know that?" you said lifting your head up to look at him.
Logan freezes,oh boy even his body tensing slightly against you, you can feel that already.
Logan’s eyes widen slightly, like he wasn’t expecting it—even though he’s felt it for a while.
He takes a deep breath, trying to find the right words but failing.
Instead of answering right away, he gently pulls you into his arms, holding you tighter than usual. After a short pause, he finally murmurs, “…I love you too.” which made you smile into his arm, you were proud of that to let this sweet boy speak of his feeling.
Later, he shows it rather than says it—staying close, kissing you, covering you in blanket when he thinks you're asleep, and making sure you’re always safe.
because words aren’t enough, but he hopes you can feel it.
Hesh walker:
he will say it first, But he blurts it out impulsively.
hesh is the one with partners but i see he had 3 or 2? and they weren't that serious they didn't reach that level with him.
but since he is a grown ass man (28) he found you
going out with him for classic dates.
It happenes in a playful moments while teasing each other.
in the kitchen, you kept arguing playfully talking back to him gahly! he thinks to himself how did i get with a woman like this.
"god you're impossible...I love you" he said with a soft shrug hands on his hips looking down smiling.
he said it without thinking, The moment he realizes what he just said, he freezes, eyebrows raising slightly like "Well… guess that’s out now."
and you had butterflies and bugs in your stomach like hello? did this handsome just tell me that??
"oh my god david?!" you said with a happy chuckle, heart already out of your chest "you just said this!!".
you wanted to step closer to him, He watches your reaction closely, trying to act all cool and confident but is secretly panicking inside.
you shaking your head while holding his face, which lead him to hold both your arms. "I love you too!"
his grin turns soft, and he pulls you in for a tight hug, whispering, "Good. ‘Cause I’m not going anywhere."
totally forgetting about the baking yall been making out. (wtf did i just type)
Keegan russ:
bro why is it so hard to write keegan, like this man is a hella mystery.
you are the one who said it sorry, cuz Keegan is way too guarded to say it first.
why i think he thought about his job first before you like he hates it if you are involved with someone like him, what if something danger happened to you because of him?he is way too cautious.
but because of those damn eyes of yours the weakest thing he will do is keeping you with him.
how did it happenes? late night walking, this man adores these times secretly especially after he has been with ya.
i think he ended up with a talk active partner? but no that much, he is just a listener and a talker sometimes.
you like it when he talks, his creative words and the sarcasm he is using making you say unbelievable about him.
He had insisted on walking you home—not out of obligation, but because it was simply in his nature.
When you reached your doorstep, you turned, your fingers curling around the doorknob. The soft glow of the porch light cast sharp shadows across his face, accentuating the sharp angles of his jaw, the glint of something unreadable in his eyes. (lord have mercy i got too much in details)
“Well, kid," his deep voice rumbled through the quiet, rough yet familiar, "guess I’ll see you around.”
You nodded, a small smile tugging at your lips, warmth flickering in your chest at the easy finality in his tone. He turned, hands tucked into his pockets, ready to disappear into the night like he always did. (bro is batman but he never tell you that)
“Keegan?” The name left your lips before you could think twice, barely above a whisper, but it was enough to make him stop.
His shoulders stiffened for the briefest moment before he turned back to you, his lightened gaze steady.
You didn’t wait any longer—you just walked up to him, arms wrapping around his neck. His eyes met yours, and God, it was so hard to be honest while looking into them. It seemed just as hard for him.
He was stunned, motionless, but his gaze remained stoic, unreadable.
“I love you,” you murmured, like it was the most obvious thing in the world.
He took a moment, then let out a stiff chuckle. “Must be the champain messing with your little head.”
“Shut up. I said it… I love you.” The second time, your voice was firmer. That’s when his eyes softened, a rare smile tugging at his lips—your first time seeing him like this. Gentle.
For a long time, he doesn’t speak. The silence stretches, heavy—almost unbearable.
Then, finally, he whispers—so quiet you almost miss it.
His fingers close over yours, grip tightening as if grounding himself in the moment.
He exhales, then presses a lingering kiss to your knuckles, the warmth of it seeping into your skin.
“…I love you too.”
Then he went to the shadows of the streets and after that time, you never see him again...
im joking bye.
Kick:
Kick is always aware—sharp, cautious, both in his military work and personal life. Nothing slips past him.
He never talks about his partner. He’s a ghost, a skillful one. Never caught, never seen unless he wants to be. Have you seen the kill list? He’s needed, and yet the feds can’t find him.
He doesn’t have trust issues, not exactly—but he’s careful. Always watching, always a step ahead. Especially when it comes to his relationships.
He even hesitated to date you, afraid you’d get hurt because of his work—afraid that if anything happened, he’d never forgive himself. Not even in death.
But he went for it anyway. Because he knew how to protect you. He kept you far from enemies, tracked every possible threat—all without you even knowing. He was secretive like that.
Man fuck the enemies he thought, he is in his 30s and we live one time why don't just have a partner in ur life?.
Not even the gang knew he had a partner. Only Merrick, who one day casually let it slip in front of him—like it was the most obvious thing in the world.
So he said it it just slips out casually not knowing the effect he will do on ya.
He said it during a random completely unromantic moment.
He doesn’t even realize what he said until your eyes widen. "Oh, damn. Did I just say that?"
You shrugged, still shocked. “Uhm… yeah, you did!” You shook your head, trying to process it.
He tried to play it off, acting like it was no big deal. “Well, yeah, of course I love you. Have you seen yourself?”
You couldn’t find the words. Your eyes softened as you looked at him, still stunned, heart pounding in your chest.
But when he saw you getting emotional, the act dropped. He smiled—small, genuine—and muttered, “Alright… yeah. I love you. For real.”
And later, he proved it. Small, silent acts of devotion—fixing things for you without being asked, making sure your coffee was just right, staying up just to watch you sleep peacefully.
FBI kick
fed soldier: I SWEAR TO GOD I don't know where is rorke!! i literally ran away from the federation sir!
suddenly out of nowhere kick push the door aggressively stepping in with a black jacket and glasses, holding out FBI ID CARD
kick: this is the "female body inspector".
hesh: ...
merrick: ....
kick: Speak up where is the kid??!!
eyebrows twitching with seriousness acting like a main character
man legends never die hit haawwdd
thinking about zombie apocalypse with cod ghosts character (so unserious)
characters: logan walker, hesh walker, kick, keegan russ
X teammate reader
logan walker:
oppp- wrong picture
Logan walker:
The quietest dude ever—Logan wouldn’t say a word even if the world was ending (which it technically was).
You’d been fighting for your life, running for what felt like hours, until you finally found shelter in an abandoned store.
Exhausted, you crouched behind the desk, catching your breath, when you noticed something—or someone—lying a few feet away.
Instinct kicked in; you gripped your weapon, nerves on edge, and prepared yourself for the worst.
Creeping closer, your heart pounding, you got a better look and froze.
It was Logan.
He was asleep. Just lying there, arms crossed like it was nap time in kindergarten.
“Logan!,” you whispered, trying to wake him up.
Nothing. Not even a twitch.
You sighed, lowering your weapon.
“Logan, you’re serious right now?” Still no response.
Apparently, Logan could sleep through the literal apocalypse without a care in the world.
As you kept muttering about how lucky you were to find someone alive, he finally opened his eyes.
Logan stared at you for a moment, his expression unreadable, before letting out a quiet sigh and sitting up.
He didn’t say a word—of course—but glanced at his watch, completely ignoring your rant about surviving this nightmare.
You kept yapping about the horrors you’d faced, how relieved you were to see someone from the team, and how you thought you’d never make it.
Meanwhile, Logan was completely in his own world, barely listening.
His mind was already planning the next move, calculating every possibility, mapping out the escape like this was just another day.
At one point, he gave you the slightest nod, as if to acknowledge you were there, but his focus stayed locked on his plan.
You were half-annoyed, half-relieved—this was so typical Logan. Even in the apocalypse, he stayed the same: quiet, efficient, and impossible to read.
"by the way logan there is no food... i tried to go to that supermarket but it was...well crowded" you said feeling your stomach aching
You were mid-sentence, going on about how tough it had been out there, when Logan stood up abruptly and walked right past you.
He didn’t say a word (of course he didn’t), just moved with quiet determination, heading straight toward the back of the store.
For some reason, you weren’t scared—this was Logan, after all. The guy had been sleeping here like it was a Sunday afternoon nap. If anyone could survive this mess, it was him.
Minutes passed, and you heard him coming back, moving a little faster this time. Before you could ask, he grabbed you by the shoulder, his grip firm.
“What... what?” you stammered, caught off guard by his sudden urgency.
Logan took a steadying breath, his face calm but serious. Then, for the first time since you’d seen him, he spoke.
“Run.”
The single word made your stomach drop. You barely had time to process it before you looked behind him—and saw the wall practically bursting open with a swarm of zombies.
They were coming straight for you, groaning and stumbling over one another, and your survival instincts kicked in.
Without another thought, you both bolted, running as fast as your legs could carry you, with Logan leading the way like he had everything already figured out.
"DID YOU AT LEAST GET FOOD?"
Logan was a zombie magnet. No matter where you went, it was like they could sense him from miles away.
You’d be walking through a crowd, trying to stay low, and then—bam—the zombies would all suddenly turn and head straight for him, ignoring you completely.
You’d stand there, frozen in shock, as they chased him down like he was the main course.
It was honestly ridiculous. “What the hell, Logan?” you’d wonder, but you knew better than to ask. He had that effect, and it was like he was used to it.
But sometimes, when the noise and chaos calmed down, there’d be a brief moment where you could see the cracks in his otherwise stoic exterior.
As you sat eating, Logan would fall into rare moments of quiet, and it was then you could tell he was thinking about the people who weren’t there anymore.
You noticed the flicker in his eyes—like he missed Hesh and Elias, wishing they were with him, especially when things got too heavy to bear alone.
But there was no time for sentiment. Logan wasn’t the type to soften up, not when the world was falling apart around him.
Then, while you were both eating in silence, you heard Logan pause mid-bite, his expression distant.
“Leave some for—” He trailed off, and you looked at him, confused.
“For who?” you asked, your mouth still full.
His eyes dropped to the ground for a moment, a rare flicker of something sad in his gaze.
“...Riley,” he muttered quietly, almost as if he were talking to himself.
He didn’t say more, just continued eating, the weight of his words lingering in the air.
Logan’s weapon of choice? A crowbar.
It wasn’t just any crowbar, though—he was obsessed with it.
You tried offering him a gun once, hoping he’d at least consider something with a bit more firepower, but he just shook his head.
Instead, he held up the crowbar like it was Excalibur, his eyes dead serious "seriously logan take this you may need it!"
“Don’t need a gun,” he muttered, his grip tightening. “Too noisy. I don’t want to attract attention, and ammo’s a waste.”
"BRO JUST SAY YOU RAN OUT OF AMMO" You didn’t argue. He was a master with that crowbar—silent, efficient, and downright unstoppable when it came to killing zombies.
It was like the weapon and Logan had become one. With one swing, he could clear a path, and before you knew it, the zombies were on the ground, barely a sound made.
Watching him work, you almost forgot how dangerous it all was—until you heard the sickening crack of bone as another zombie dropped.
Hesh walker:
The forest was dense and eerie, the kind of place that felt like it was hiding secrets behind every tree.
You had your path memorized—there was a safehouse somewhere through this mess, but the atmosphere here was off. Something felt... wrong.
You kept walking, eyes darting around, the rustling of leaves making you tense.
And then, it happened.
Without a word, you felt it—a shift in the air, something moving behind the thick trees.
You froze, taking a deep breath, gripping your weapon tightly. Every muscle in your body was on alert, ready for anything.
You stepped forward slowly, your eyes sharp, scanning the shadows, when suddenly—
Something pounced from behind.
A startled scream escaped your lips as you whipped around, weapon raised.
But then, you saw it—Riley.
His excited, goofy grin was unmistakable as he practically licked your face, like you hadn't just been in a fight for your life.
"Riley?" you said, voice full of surprise and relief, your heart finally slowing.
He stopped licking you, and you could practically feel him grinning even more.
You couldn’t help but laugh slightly, holding him back. “What the hell, man? You nearly gave me a heart attack.”
Riley just wagged his tail, clearly too happy to care.
Just as you were catching your breath from Riley’s surprise ambush, you heard a voice cut through the trees.
"Riley!"
You turned just in time to see Hesh emerge, his expression a mix of relief and caution.
But then, as soon as his eyes landed on you, his steps faltered. He froze, a look of shock spreading across his face.
"Y/N?"
A wave of relief washed over you, and you stood up, barely able to contain your smile. “Hesh!”
You both exchanged quick greetings, the tension from the forest momentarily easing. Hesh’s lips curled into a small but genuine smile, his eyes scanning you for any signs of injury.
“I’m just glad you’re alive,” he muttered, more to himself than to you. He looked you up and down, his gaze lingering for a moment, checking for any wounds.
“Not bitten?” he asked, You raised an eyebrow at the question, but before you could answer, he added, “I’m not asking because I’m worried you’re going to attack me. I’m asking because I’m scared for you.” yes he was straight with this
You paused, realizing how much that statement meant. He wasn’t worried about surviving the apocalypse with you, he was worried about you surviving it at all.
It hit you then—Hesh had always been protective, but now, with the world falling apart, the stakes felt higher.
You nodded, reassuring him, and then it dawned on both of you.
“Wait,” you said, glancing between him and Riley, “we’re heading to the same place, huh?”
Hesh nodded, the relief on his face mixing with the realization that, despite everything, you’d somehow ended up back together.
Every morning, Hesh had the same routine: a motivational speech to get everyone’s spirits up.
"WE SURVIVED YESTERDAY! WE’LL SURVIVE TODAY!" he’d shout, his voice booming, and for the first time, it’s inspiring.
After the hundredth time, though, it just got… annoying.
At least today, he brought food—sort of.
He insisted on being the one to cook, as usual, though you didn’t argue. It gave you time to relax.
As you two ate, Hesh just stood there, waiting, not touching his own plate.
"Man, I wonder if Dad knew this would happen—he trained us, me and Logan, to survive. Guess it paid off, huh?"
You nodded, chewing, before taking another bite—but then, just as you were about to finish, Hesh’s face dropped.
He peered down at the food product, his expression turning from casual to horrified.
"Okay, I fucked up," he muttered, eyeing the beans. “These are expired."
You froze, mid-bite, mouth wide open in shock. "You’re kidding, right?"
Just then, hesh noticed Riley still happily munching away at the beans.
“RILEY! STOP EATING THAT!” he shouted, leaping to his feet.
Hesh scrambled toward Riley, panic in his eyes. "No, no, no! Riley, stop!"
You were left there, holding the spoon, still shocked by the mess Hesh has just made
like hell he would send riley to attack the zombie or protect him
i see him use stick shapren it so it can use as a weapon cuz elias training didnt got waste
Keegan p russ:
You were fighting for your life—sweat dripping down your face, every move a calculated risk. The world was chaos, but you were doing your best to keep it quiet, avoiding the sound of gunshots to keep the zombies off your trail.
But that plan was quickly falling apart when a zombie dog lunged at you, its snarls sending a cold shiver down your spine.
You gritted your teeth, refusing to scream, but the dog wasn’t letting go.
Desperate, you shoved your hands into its face, trying to pry it off you, but it only snapped back harder.
You were about to lose it when—BAM!
The shot rang out, echoing through the silence of the forest, and the dog’s head exploded, its body going limp in an instant.
You didn’t need to look to know who it was.
The familiar cold efficiency of Keegan.
The dog’s body hit the ground "Rest in pieces," he said simply, deadpan, eyes still on the now-lifeless head blown zombie dog.
You couldn’t help but roll your eyes, exhausted, and dropped onto the ground, trying to catch your breath.
Keegan stood there for a moment, his face unreadable, before offering a hand to help you up.
"Been through hell, kid," he muttered, pulling you to your feet.
His tone was dry, but there was a quiet understanding in it—a recognition of how close you had come to not making it out of that one.
Keegan turned around, walking a few steps ahead, expecting you to follow his lead as usual.
“So, what’s up?” he asked, the words casual but his tone sharp, as if expecting more than the usual small talk.
You shrugged, still a little shaken, trying to shake off the adrenaline. “Uh, you know, just zombie apocalypse…” You trailed off, not really having anything new to say.
Keegan stopped in his tracks, turning around to face you, his eyebrow cocked.
“Yeah, I gathered that, idiot," he said, his voice laced with sarcasm. "Why don’t you just tell me something I don’t know?” this is from snapcube re2 lol
You thought the days of endless training were over, but Keegan had other plans.
He had this uncanny ability to sneak up behind you, completely silent, and scare the living daylights out of you.
"Keeps you sharp," he'd always say with that smug grin of his after watching you jump out of your skin.
Honestly, you hated it, but you couldn't argue that it worked.
Still, you didn’t exactly appreciate the fact that you almost died because of a zombie dog, and Keegan didn’t either.
The moment it was over, you could feel his piercing gaze on you, making sure you were in one piece.
"Next time, don’t let a dog get the drop on you," he muttered, his voice like a low growl.
You rolled your eyes but couldn’t help but feel a small sense of gratitude. Keegan may have been a pain in the ass, but he knew how to keep you alive.
Keegan has this bizarre talent—he can somehow sense how many zombies are nearby, just by sniffing the air.
No one knows how he does it, and honestly, you’re too scared to ask. The way he just casually inhales and then rattles off a number is honestly a little unsettling.
On supply runs, though, he’s a stealth master. You’ll lose track of him for hours, and when he reappears, he’s holding something ridiculous like gourmet chocolate.
"Found it in a mansion," he’ll say, as if it’s the most casual thing in the world.
You just shake your head—Keegan had a way of disappearing into thin air and showing up with treasures from places you never would’ve dared to enter.
He’s a knife guy, too—silent, deadly, and incredibly skilled.
You’ve seen him take down a zombie in one swift motion, barely making a sound.
If you ever need to sneak through a hoard or take something down quietly, Keegan’s the one you turn to.
The camp was in chaos—zombies were breaking through the perimeter, and you were freaking out, trying to gather everything together.
"Keegan, come on! Let’s go!!" you shouted, grabbing your gear.
But there he was, sitting calmly on the ground, sharpening his knife with a whetstone like it was just another day.
He didn’t even look up at you. “They’re slow. We’ll be fine,” he said, his voice as calm as ever.
"KEEGAN!!" you yelled, but it didn’t faze him.
The guy had no sense of urgency, and somehow, it worked. You couldn’t even remember the last time you saw him stressed.
liner kind using "should have stayed dead" when he shot a zombie.
kick:
You were fighting for your life when, out of nowhere, Kick made his grand entrance with a flamethrower.
Yes, a flamethrower—like it was the most normal thing in the world.
“Totally practical!” he shouted, firing the flames at the zombies with reckless abandon.
But of course, things went sideways, and before you knew it, half your shelter was on fire.
"WHAT IN THE ACTUAL—?? KICK, YOU BURNED EVERYTHING!" you yelled, frantically trying to douse the flames as your safe space turned into a disaster.
After the chaos settled and you were finally safe, Kick walked over, completely unfazed by the damage he caused.
“You’re alive now, right?” he asked, checking to make sure you were okay.
You nodded, still catching your breath.
“Then shut the fuck up,” he said, offering you a look that was somewhere between a smirk and indifference.
Kick was always the first to come up with outlandish ideas, and one of his most "brilliant" suggestions was duct-taping machetes to shopping carts.
“Zombies won’t stand a chance!” he’d declare with an enthusiastic grin, already getting to work on the "weaponized" carts.
At first, it seemed like a fun, creative idea—until the zombies got too close.
The machetes were heavy, unwieldy, and the shopping carts? They just weren’t built for battle.
Spoiler: The zombies did stand a chance.
It all turned into chaos, the carts getting stuck, the machetes swinging wildly and missing their mark, and you both barely managing to stay alive.
Kick was grinning through it all, still having fun in the madness. But the truth was, this kind of reckless thinking was bound to get you both killed if you kept it up.
The fun was wearing thin, and you were starting to realize just how dangerous his chaotic ideas really were. "ok fuck me let's get serious" he said panting "thank you?"
Kick's chaotic creativity knew no bounds. One day, he decided to strap dynamite to a remote-controlled car and drive it straight into a horde of zombies.
The explosion was massive, taking out the zombies... but also knocking over half the shelter in the process.
As the dust settled, Kick turned to you with a grin. "Scale out of 10 if Merrick would kill me here when he sees what I’m doing?"
You just sighed, rubbing your temples. This was getting ridiculous.
And then there was his "Machete Madness" phase, where he duct-taped three machetes together and proudly called it the "Tri-Chop 3000."
It was supposed to be the ultimate zombie-killing weapon.
Except after one swing, the whole thing snapped in half.
"Well, shit," he muttered.
You couldn’t help but think, This kind of chaos is going to get us killed one day bur weirdly you are surviving because of him
At night, Kick would sit around the fire, telling spooky theories in his head
They were so terrifying that you couldn’t help but flinch at certain parts, and Kick loved it. He’d practically beam with amusement at your reactions.
he would say something like "what was the last they think before they turn to a zombie?" or "we killed humans by the way..."
but you were pretty sure he was just having too much fun watching you squirm.
One time, Kick suggested using fireworks to distract the zombies.
You shot him a look and replied, “Or we could not die.”
He just shrugged with a grin, muttering, “Alright, alright, never again.”
But the most puzzling thing about Kick? He always had a spare weapon.
Broke your bat? He had an extra one.
Out of bullets? He’d casually hand you a mag.
No one knew how or where he kept it all, but somehow, Kick always had exactly what you needed when things went south.
When the car ran out of gas, Kick’s first solution was to suggest pushing it to the next town.
"I can totally do it," he insisted with confidence, as if it was the easiest thing in the world.
(Spoiler: He couldn’t.) The attempt ended in a lot of frustration, sweat, and a very not moving car.
Then there was the time he found a stash of protein powder and decided to make “zombie apocalypse shakes.”
They were awful. Honestly, you couldn’t tell if they were meant to be a joke or if Kick was serious, but you couldn’t bring yourself to drink another one after the first try.
He also bet he could wrestle a zombie to the ground without killing it.
And somehow, he won. But now, no one was eager to sit near him, especially after hearing the grisly details of his "win."
On the plus side, he was always entertaining, especially when it came to killing zombies.
Every time he took one down, he’d say, “That’s one more for the highlight reel kid!” as if he was on some sort of twisted reality show.
merrick calling rorke secretly
merrick: rorke this is not fucking funny bring the kid back
rorke: no.
merrick: FUCK YOU MEAN NO?YOU THINK YOU CAN TAKE WHATEVER YOU WANT?
merrick: AND WHY THE FUCK IS KICK ON THE SAME LINE WITH US??
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Logan walker:
when you first enter the kitchen for a coffee you found him there leaning against a counter looking at the floor
lord have mercy why am i nervous? that's what you thought and because of that you barely even said "yo" coming out of your mouth
Quietly nods at you in acknowledgment. He’s not much of a talker
Then while you are making coffee you will see him trying to put the spoon in the roaster.
"LOGAN DON'T!!"
The type to quietly pass you the ketchup before you even realize you need it and this made you go "oh. thanks!" and he go nodding
while you were eating you will find him organizing his food into sections on his plate like it’s a tactical map and hime looking like he is doing an art.
this made you more and more knowing he is so cute bye
you always thought because of his calm personality he may be Arrogant because he is elias's son i mean that is the first impressions
but guess what he offers to help you settle in by carrying your gear and that surprised you and made you look stupid and he looks dumbly at you when you're flushing
i can see him as a spending time he Loves card games and casually invites you to join him for a round of UNO.
He’s ridiculously good at bluffing, which makes sense given his silent demeanor.
He wins nearly every game, leaving you wondering if he’s secretly psychic.
Surprisingly, you were talking to each other while playing, which made you ask him in the middle of the discussion if he had ever had a partner before.
He looked at you with his dead eyes, making you wish you hadn't asked.
lmao that was just his regular look he shrugged looking at the card then spoke quietly "no...but hesh was the one who gets partners honestly" he actually started open up by saying "i mean i could but i didn't have time for that since dad used to train us" :(
HIS VOICE WAS SO COMFORT WHEN HE WAS TALKING AND YAPPING
after a hella of weeks with him he was in charge of training you, he is patient when helping you with drills. He doesn’t say much, but his feedback is always spot-on.
"You gotta stay still i can see your hips moving while you're shooting"
he sighed when you did this again "we are gonna have a looong time.." hesh said while smirking at logan who closed his eyes for connection with nature
Tries to be helpful but ends up accidentally making things harder. Like that one time he threw a training dummy at you during a reflex drill.
but you were too distracted by Riley barking in the corner and suddenly attacked him out of nowhere. You got tackled by the dummy.
You find him outside staring at the stars with Riley by his side. He doesn’t mind your company and even lets you pet Riley.
Surprisingly opens up during quiet nights. One time, while cleaning his gear, he shared a story about his dad teaching him how to fish as a kid. “I hated it at the time cause i fell unconsciously in the water, but now… I kinda miss it.”
It caught you off guard but made you appreciate how much depth there is to him.
Has a secret stash of snacks in the base, which you accidentally discover one night. He doesn’t get mad, just sighs and says, “You can have one. One.” he warned you👺
Starts inviting you whenever he go to the bar after a succeful mission with the team "i think it would be great if you come with us not sitting here in boredom".
LORD HAVE MERCY he shocked with a small smile in the bar while you were talking which made you think that mf smile like us?
he is so sweet but you can't see this since he is so straight to his tasks no jokes, no laughs thats what the ghosts are
Gives you a once-over, arms crossed, and deadpans, “ Another rookie. Try not to trip over yourself, yeah?”
he thought you won't go last here lol
and he thought it like that in the training “What are you doing? That’s not cover. That’s standing awkwardly behind a fucking barrel you gotta be fucking kidding me.” He’ll roast you relentlessly
but then show you exactly how to fix your mistakes, complete with sarcastic commentary.
"i bet you were shoved in lockers as a kid" you thought you got rid of merrick but kick is here
He’s the guy barking at you during obstacle courses, making sure you don’t slack off. “Move faster! You think the enemy’s gonna wait for you to climb a wall?”
even though you're doing your best he is just trying to wake you up by what he think
"the last soldier i was in charge of you made him look like a superhero to me"
Doesn’t pull punches—literally or figuratively. If you mess up during sparring, he’ll call you out. “C’mon, kid, is that all you got?”
But when you finally land a hit on him, he smirks and says, “Not bad. Don’t let it go to your head.”
and then he flips you on the floor like a burrito
Once you found him checking on the computer and it was clearly a report. "man shut up no one gives a darn about riley eating biscuit" hesh
"hey kick where i can find papers?"
"in the locker." he said simply then when you opened you were shocked by how many computers and keyboards in there "WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT WINDOWS 98?"
"yeah i can't throw that masterpiece" he said proudly smirking looking at you resting on his chair
"no DO NOT touch that retro keyboard unless I tell you to!"
once you found him Reads books like spy thrillers or military history during his free time.
He pretends not to care when you ask about them, but five minutes later, he’s explaining the entire plot of The Hunt for Red October with surprising enthusiasm.
Eats like it’s a mission. No small talk, just shovels food like he hasn’t eaten in a week.
He’ll occasionally toss a sarcastic comment your way, like, “You gonna finish that, or are you on a diet?”
Joins you in the common are He doesn’t say much at first but eventually opens up with a dry joke or two.
“If you think today was bad, wait until Merrick decides a mission Afghanistan. You’ll wish for combat drills.”
Doesn’t usually talk about himself, but when he does, it’s in the form of dry, understated remarks.
“I’ve seen worse places than this base. Like that time I got stuck in a swamp for two days. Don’t recommend it.” You can’t tell if he’s joking or not.
letting you take the last slice of pizza during dinner. He doesn’t say anything just looking at you blankly
"..."
"..."
"ok have it"
you catch him smirking when you thank him. “Don’t get used to it.”
He’s the one who bluntly points out where you’re lacking. “Your reaction time is decent, but you’re slow on target acquisition. Fix that, or you’ll be a liability.”
Beyoncé, and what is her relationship with Call of Duty ghosts? (this is serious guys i can't take it anymore...)
if i disappear after this post yall know the reason
first of the GIMME SOME curse that came into hesh suddenly!
um like hello the way he squat his leg opened! come on now hesh babe i know you're so down to earth but not like that
let y'all all some photos that the Cod Ghosts fandom has been shut about! I know we are dead but not like that
i'm not thanking Beyonce let what is going to be be
lmao edited and added more in this post
꒷꒦︶꒷꒦︶ ๋ ࣭ ⭑꒷꒦꒷꒦︶꒷꒦︶ ๋ ࣭ ⭑꒷꒦꒷꒦︶꒷꒦︶ ๋ ࣭ ⭑꒷꒦꒷꒦︶꒷꒦︶ ๋ ࣭ ⭑꒷꒦꒷꒦︶ 𝐊𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐫 (yeah im a writer just wait for my exams to be done and i will be unstoppable🙏🏻yall will be spoiled)
𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: 𝐒𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓
IDC i see him as a twitch streamer if he isn't in the military
this dude is locked in in games that he played like no joke
"SHUT UP im not a hacker" that what he would see in his chat while playing shooting game and be winning everytime
i feel like his chat is sassy with him and like to tease him and provoke him but like hell he would care to them
he is that dude that has no idea how he got famous (it's clear)
THIS MAN WOULD STARE AT THE SCREEN BLANKLY IF HE GET THE BEST TWITCH STREAMER AWARD
then he would turn his head smoothly at his chat typing aggressively 'what the fuck! dude you won!!'
then he say "what is that suppose to mean..." trailing off looking at his chat STARING BLANKLY
and the next day he will keep streaming like nothing happened
he won't mod anyone in his chat not a single person idk why but i see him
and his chat be begging for it
"shut up Kicko_left_nipple im not gonna mod ya"
he is that kind that say "yeah ban this dude" "ban whoever said that" "let's get {user} banned on every social media to have ever existed back and forward" help this is caseoh coded
he would be pissed off if someone actually tricked him by some kind of moves in games and it turned out to be fake
lets get into emotions...
first off he would chuckle this dark and short one if the chat type something funny or bully him
like this man will just sit on his chair comfortably smirking at his chat slightly loving how some people got this nerve to bully him
or...write 'juicy' confessions...
like the first time happened to him he is eyes widened at this message in his chat saying how she want him to dominate the shit out of her till the morning and more and more
like he was playing peacefully and yapping with smile then his eyes falls on his chat and he wish he didn't
HIS SMILE DROPPED WITH WIDENED EYES looking at his chat especially the message "..."
and chat be typing 'WHAT IS WRONG WITH DUDE!' 'LMAO'
"....yeah good stream chat..."
and boom the stream turned off
then after he get famous he will get like a lot and will shrug them off not caring because this loser doesnt know how to reply to them
"so you're in yalls basements simping over me? ok good" he's not complaining
mf will get shocked if he gets one from boys bye
he is that type of gamer that if a sad scene showed up like everyone cried over it he would just look at his screen blankly not a single emotion showing
while his chat is crying
and when the sad scene ended he keep staring at his screen blankly then continue playing like nothing happened
oh lord i can imagine him looking so good with his clothes imagine the black top on him reflecting every damn muscle he has? drooling
his hand is so big while his face has these sharp features HELLO with his eyes skjdhflzsiudhgfiluseghl
fan fact kick has amber eyes fight me
with his black hair fight me (he's bald XD)
like this dude is so pretty but we cant see that enough
anyway heading to the emotions one will he get angry if he lose?
no but if the game is too hard for him he will complain so bad like
"NAH GET THIS GAME BANNED ON EVERY UNIVERSE WHAT IS THIS??" he said while pointing at his screen angrily
dont let this dude play elden ring oh no
unfortunately he did and played and this dude was pissed at the fact he lost with the same boss 23434 times
then he had enough as he lost for the 43439th time again
this dude would chuckle sarcastically "wow haha" then he would change his mood with anger as he hit his hard fist on the desk breaking the cam
"GOOD STREAM CHAT" he would yell
not gonna lie but he would block merrick and ghosts fellas like he feel embarrassed a bit and shy that his fellas see him gaining money from streaming :(
but since logan is a mute character he would forget abt him and he didn't block him so logan would tease him and suddenly appear in his chat with 'logan-walker' user typing and sayin yo and typing in his chat like he is on of his followers
KICK WOULD SWALLOW HIS THROAT AS HE SAW HIS USER AND CONTINUE PLAYING
"so...heading to the next mission yeah.."
LOGAN WOULD WATCH WITH A SMIRK
like he would think how this quite kid had an interest in these stuffs like him
would he show his gf?uhm..at first he wasnt sure tbh
once he decided to do some fun things trying to talk with strangers on omegle then he met a fan girl
"omg kick is that you??!" she would slightly scream as she saw him in front of her on her screen
"in the flesh" he would say simply with a smile resting on the back of his chair comfortably
"oh my god!! can we you know...f***?" remember we listen and we don't judge 🙏🏻
the fucker has the nerve to chuckle at her shamelessly
"nah sorry we can't i have a girlfriend" he would say still resting on his chair
THE GIRL WOULD BE SAD
would he simp over female characters? yeah like his fav mortal kombat character is sonya whenever she shows up he say "yeah step on me"
be cautious spicy down there
this mf would wear short sleeves top showing his muscle arms especially above the elbow...
he would be such an ass and groan as he show them pretending to be tired from gaming
hadn't any idea that he killed people by that
ok bye this got so long
―୨୧⋆ ˚ don't forget to join the discord server for cod ghosts fans!
https://discord.gg/25YpWJN4fk
꒷꒦︶꒷꒦︶ ๋ ࣭ ⭑꒷꒦꒷꒦︶꒷꒦︶ ๋ ࣭ ⭑꒷꒦꒷꒦︶꒷꒦︶ ๋ ࣭ ⭑꒷꒦꒷꒦︶꒷꒦︶ ๋ ࣭ ⭑꒷꒦꒷꒦︶ 𝐊𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐫 (yeah im a writer just wait for my exams to be done and i will be unstoppable🙏🏻yall will be spoiled)
𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: 𝐒𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓
IDC i see him as a twitch streamer if he isn't in the military
this dude is locked in in games that he played like no joke
"SHUT UP im not a hacker" that what he would see in his chat while playing shooting game and be winning everytime
i feel like his chat is sassy with him and like to tease him and provoke him but like hell he would care to them
he is that dude that has no idea how he got famous (it's clear)
THIS MAN WOULD STARE AT THE SCREEN BLANKLY IF HE GET THE BEST TWITCH STREAMER AWARD
then he would turn his head smoothly at his chat typing aggressively 'what the fuck! dude you won!!'
then he say "what is that suppose to mean..." trailing off looking at his chat STARING BLANKLY
and the next day he will keep streaming like nothing happened
he won't mod anyone in his chat not a single person idk why but i see him
and his chat be begging for it
"shut up Kicko_left_nipple im not gonna mod ya"
he is that kind that say "yeah ban this dude" "ban whoever said that" "let's get {user} banned on every social media to have ever existed back and forward" help this is caseoh coded
he would be pissed off if someone actually tricked him by some kind of moves in games and it turned out to be fake
lets get into emotions...
first off he would chuckle this dark and short one if the chat type something funny or bully him
like this man will just sit on his chair comfortably smirking at his chat slightly loving how some people got this nerve to bully him
or...write 'juicy' confessions...
like the first time happened to him he is eyes widened at this message in his chat saying how she want him to dominate the shit out of her till the morning and more and more
like he was playing peacefully and yapping with smile then his eyes falls on his chat and he wish he didn't
HIS SMILE DROPPED WITH WIDENED EYES looking at his chat especially the message "..."
and chat be typing 'WHAT IS WRONG WITH DUDE!' 'LMAO'
"....yeah good stream chat..."
and boom the stream turned off
then after he get famous he will get like a lot and will shrug them off not caring because this loser doesnt know how to reply to them
"so you're in yalls basements simping over me? ok good" he's not complaining
mf will get shocked if he gets one from boys bye
he is that type of gamer that if a sad scene showed up like everyone cried over it he would just look at his screen blankly not a single emotion showing
while his chat is crying
and when the sad scene ended he keep staring at his screen blankly then continue playing like nothing happened
oh lord i can imagine him looking so good with his clothes imagine the black top on him reflecting every damn muscle he has? drooling
his hand is so big while his face has these sharp features HELLO with his eyes skjdhflzsiudhgfiluseghl
fan fact kick has amber eyes fight me
with his black hair fight me (he's bald XD)
like this dude is so pretty but we cant see that enough
anyway heading to the emotions one will he get angry if he lose?
no but if the game is too hard for him he will complain so bad like
"NAH GET THIS GAME BANNED ON EVERY UNIVERSE WHAT IS THIS??" he said while pointing at his screen angrily
dont let this dude play elden ring oh no
unfortunately he did and played and this dude was pissed at the fact he lost with the same boss 23434 times
then he had enough as he lost for the 43439th time again
this dude would chuckle sarcastically "wow haha" then he would change his mood with anger as he hit his hard fist on the desk breaking the cam
"GOOD STREAM CHAT" he would yell
not gonna lie but he would block merrick and ghosts fellas like he feel embarrassed a bit and shy that his fellas see him gaining money from streaming :(
but since logan is a mute character he would forget abt him and he didn't block him so logan would tease him and suddenly appear in his chat with 'logan-walker' user typing and sayin yo and typing in his chat like he is on of his followers
KICK WOULD SWALLOW HIS THROAT AS HE SAW HIS USER AND CONTINUE PLAYING
"so...heading to the next mission yeah.."
LOGAN WOULD WATCH WITH A SMIRK
like he would think how this quite kid had an interest in these stuffs like him
would he show his gf?uhm..at first he wasnt sure tbh
once he decided to do some fun things trying to talk with strangers on omegle then he met a fan girl
"omg kick is that you??!" she would slightly scream as she saw him in front of her on her screen
"in the flesh" he would say simply with a smile resting on the back of his chair comfortably
"oh my god!! can we you know...f***?" remember we listen and we don't judge 🙏🏻
the fucker has the nerve to chuckle at her shamelessly
"nah sorry we can't i have a girlfriend" he would say still resting on his chair
THE GIRL WOULD BE SAD
would he simp over female characters? yeah like his fav mortal kombat character is sonya whenever she shows up he say "yeah step on me"
be cautious spicy down there
this mf would wear short sleeves top showing his muscle arms especially above the elbow...
he would be such an ass and groan as he show them pretending to be tired from gaming
hadn't any idea that he killed people by that
ok bye this got so long
link in pinned post!
i literally moaned by yall excitement please reblog this post so we can gather a lot of ghosts fan <3
Discord server
oh lord help me the anxiety hit me😭😭...so i made discord server for cod ghosts fans still has no members but i wanna make sure if anyone would join since it would be some kind of a place for ghosts fans
please type something or put a like if you're interested so i can drop reblog this post and drop the link
Discord server
oh lord help me the anxiety hit me😭😭...so i made discord server for cod ghosts fans still has no members but i wanna make sure if anyone would join since it would be some kind of a place for ghosts fans
i will post it in pinned post!
please type something or put a like if you're interested so i can drop reblog this post and drop the link
so yall wish me luck i got exams for the next two weeks and yeah im cooked here bunch i made so i can 'less-stress' (they're shit i know)
