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all-for-the-simps · 9 months

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i write and post on here when I'm motivated.

and ill be more motivated

when people who my fics are actually meant for, interact with my stuff.

my dni rules are simple. respect that.

#istg bro #fanfiction #x male reader #x reader

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FEMALE READER WRITERS, PLEASE STOP PUTTING MALE READER IN YOUR TAGS! ITS NOT CUTE NOR FUNNY!

“w-well there’s so many male readers!”

DUDE NO THE FUCK THERE ISNT?! THERE IS SO MANY FEMALE READERS, ITS NORMALIZED TO MAKE THE READER FEMALE TO POINT JUST PUTTING ‘X reader’ AUTOMATICALLY MAKES IT FEMALE READER COMPARED TO PUTTING GN! READER.

Thanks for coming to my TED Talk, have a wonderful day my dudes, dudettes, and dudeinis!

#not just the disrespect of my dni rules #but this too #i read more than i write #(blame lack of motivation cause of yknow... all the fems i need to block cause their neglect to see my dni rule ON EVERY FUCKING FIC I POST #but PLEASE #TAG CORRECTLY PEOPLE #IM FUCKING BEGGING #no actually #im not begging #i am fuckign DEMANDING #im fuckign sick of it #so fuckin sick

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all-for-the-simps · 11 months

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i already did it on an alt acc of mine, so here's that. nice lil screenshot-

we out here-

i found this darling little picrew by @hellosunnycore and if it isn’t just the cutest thing i’ve ever seen!!

no pressure tagging some mutuals who’d i’d love to see! @pettyprocrastination @sprout-fics @soapskneebrace @yeyinde @mvtthewmurdvck @charnelhouse @inklore @guyfieriii @vaderstherapist @honeydjarin @haylzcyon & anybody else who’d wanna have a go <3

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all-for-the-simps · 11 months

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CoD OCs Incorrect Quotes - Part One

Call of Duty: Modern Warfare 2 {Incorrect Quotes}

Context: I love people’s CoD OCs… So, I made this. They’re all best friends <3 (Seeing as I’ve got a tiny bit of writer’s block, this is the site I got the incorrect quotes from: https://incorrect-quotes-generator.neocities.org/)

A/N: Chase belongs to: @doggoboigaugau, Colt belongs to: @xweirdo101x, Reaper belongs to @keeganbrainmush, Frost belongs to me.

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1. Reaper: Gently taps table Frost: Taps back Chase: What are they doing? Colt: Morse code. Reaper: Aggressively taps table Frost: Slams hands down YOU TAKE THAT BACK-

2. [Reaper's helping Chase out after he got injured, while the others are watching] Frost: How does Chase look? Colt: A little better than you, actually.

3. Colt: How did none of you hear what I just said? Frost: I’ve been zoned out for the past two and a half hours. Chase: I got distracted about halfway through. Reaper: Ignoring you was a conscious decision.

4. Colt: Can I be frank with you guys? Chase: Sure, but I don’t see how changing your name is gonna help. Frost: Can I still be ‘Frost’? Reaper: Shh, let Frank speak.

5. Chase: Screams Frost: Screams louder to establish dominance Colt: Should we do something? Reaper: No, I want to see who wins.

6. Chase: Why is Colt so sad? Reaper: He took one of those “Which Character Are You?” quizzes Chase: And…? Reaper: He got Frost.

7. Chase: Truth or dare? Frost: Dare Chase: I dare you to kiss the hottest person in the room. Frost: Hey, Reaper. Reaper: Yeah? Frost: Move, you’re in the way of the mirror. Colt: I swear to god.

8. Frost: Hah! 69! You know what that means? Reaper: What? Colt: That you're a child. Chase: HOW'D YOU GUESS MY IQ!?

9. [Frost is cooking] Chase: Any chance that’s for me? Frost: It’s for Colt. I’m planning on making some bad choices tonight, and I need him on my side. Reaper: I never realized the forethought that went into being a disappointment.

10. Reaper: [Trying to fill out legal paperwork stuff] Were you guys born AMAB or AFAB? Colt: Bold of you to assume I was born at all. Chase: I personally was created in a lab. Frost: I just straight up spawned lmao.

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If you want ur CoD OC featured on one of these next time, it’s a big yes. I’ll have some questions about the oc, but-

#fanfiction #x oc #oc #cod #mw2 #cod x oc #mw2 x oc #141 #ghost #soap #captain price #gaz #alejandro vargas #rodolfo parra #los vaqueros

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all-for-the-simps · 11 months

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there do be smth in my drafts 👀

#oooooooooh

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"Sword in a Gunfight"

: Prologue :

CoD x Original Character Call of Duty: Modern Warfare II

Context: I know nothing about the military or how it works, I've never played CoD and all the characters are probably ooc 'cause I don' know what I'm doing but please, enjoy just as I have written it :))

A/N: This prologue chapter is a little boring, it's mostly just an introduction but. I had a lot of fun with this and I've got a big old plan and I can't wait to show you people. Anyway, please respect my dni rules and i appreciate your reblogs :) (I'll add pics and cool stuff like that to this soon, my wifi is dying right now-)

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“‘Los Vaqueros’? What kind of a name is that?”

“Frost…” Price sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“Mexican Special Forces and they named themselves ‘The Cowboys’? They could’ve picked any other name but had to go with one that makes them sound like a gang of immature teenagers trying their hardest to be rebellious.” Frost said, earning a groan from the rest of the unit.

“You finished?” Ghost asked, giving Frost a tired glare.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m done.” Frost nodded. Soap chuckled and Gaz just face-palmed. As you can probably tell, this sort of thing happens quite a lot.

“I suggest you don’t repeat any of that when you meet them, you might get beat up,” Soap said, leaning an arm on Frost’s shoulder. Frost raised an eyebrow but nodded, agreeing. Price leaned his hands on the table they were all standing around and sighed before glancing at Frost to make sure he wasn’t going to open his mouth again.

“... As I was saying…” Price said, giving Frost another glance. “We have been hired to help protect a man named Mateo Perez. Lives on the outskirts of Las Almas, that’s why we’re working with Los Vaqueros.” Price explained as his men listened.

“Unlike El Sin Nombre, Perez is a community donor-type. Giving a portion of his money to the people. No gang connections, no drugs, no weapons, nothing. From our intel, he’s just a rich guy who loves his hometown.” Gaz added, crossing his arms as he spoke.

“Then why would he need protection from 141 and Los Vaqueros when he probably has his own unit of bodyguards?” Frost asked, tilting his head to the side. “It doesn’t seem like a matter of national security.”

“He’s got a point.” Soap muttered. “Is there another reason we’re taking this gig?”

“We don’t know. He wants to discuss the details personally and that’s all we were told.” Price shrugged.

“Soap,” Frost whispered to the man beside him.

“Yeah?” Soap replied, leaning closer.

“A tenner says this is an ambush,” Frost said.

Soap took a second to consider, “Yeah, alright, you’re on.”

“Hell yeah,” Frost said before the both of them turned back to the conversation the others were having.

“We meet with Los Vaqueros when we touch down in Las Almas. From there, they’ll take us to Perez.” Ghost said.

“Wheels up at 0600.” Price said, tapping the table. “Dismissed.” As everyone walked away, going to get ready to leave, Soap walked alongside Frost.

“It’ll be good to see Alejandro and Rudy again.” Soap said. Frost nodded and kicked a rock across the ground.

“Alejandro? Rudy?” Frost repeated, looking at Soap.

“The colonel and the sergeant major of Los Vaqueros.” Soap shrugged. “Good guys, the pair of them.”

“And how do you guys know them?” Frost asked as he fiddled with the dog tags around his neck.

“We had a mission with them a while back. Stopped a couple of missiles and a terrorist, found out who El Sin Nombre was, we were betrayed by Graves and the Shadow Company, General Shepard had something to do with it too, but I think Price and Laswell are going to handle that-” Soap rambled on, only to the cut off by a very confused Frost.

“Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait… First of all, what the fuck? And second of all… What the fuck?” Frost furrowed his brows and shook his head, trying to process everything Soap had said.

“Has no one ever told you this?” Soap asked.

“No??” Frost said. “Who the fuck is Sin Nombre?”

“El Sin Nombre. Head of a drug cartel who was helping a terrorist. Apparently, her name is Valeria and she knew Alejandro. Bit of a shock to all of us, really.” Soap explained.

“... Alright. I know about the Shadow Company and Graves thing but I didn’t realise Shepard was involved in that.” Frost said.

“None of us really understand it.” Soap shrugged. “Graves took control of Los Vaqueros’ base and held them all captive. Rudy got out of there and helped us, but Alejandro was detained.”

“I’m guessing this Graves guy is dead.”

“Very.” Soap nodded before they both went their separate ways to get ready to leave.

“I’ve always hated flying,” Gaz grumbled as he sat stiffly between Frost and Ghost.

“You didn’t always. You can fly helicopters.” Ghost said.

“Still,” Gaz grunted. Soap, who was sitting opposite them all cracked a mischievous smile.

“Does this have anything to do with that one time you fell out of that-” Soap was cut off.

“Yes!” Gaz said, shuddering at the memory. Frost frowned and patted Gaz’s back.

“It’s going to be fine, man.” Frost smiled.

Ghost shifted uncomfortably, “Wish they made the seats more comfortable.”

“Yeah, both sides of my arse are asleep.” Soap added and Frost gave him a look. “What?” Frost just raised his eyebrows and looked at his boots.

“Tell me, Frost…” Ghost started, looking over at him.

“Yeah?”

“Why do you never wear any gear?” Ghost asked. “Bit of a stupid move if you ask me.”

“You don’t even have a proper shirt. You let your shirt open a bit.” Soap said.

“And?” Frost asked, defensively.

“You’ve got your chest out, practically begging to be a target.” Soap said.

“No protection at all, they’re right you know,” Gaz added.

“Whoa, guys. You don’t have to gang up on me, we haven’t even landed.” Frost said, putting his hands up in surrender.

“Is it because you want to show off your tattoos?” Soap asked, almost mockingly.

“Yes, but it’s not just that,” Frost said, glaring at Soap who just smiled.

“What could it possibly be? You’re going to be the first casualty at this rate.” Ghost said.

“If you shut up, maybe I’ll get around to telling you.” Frost crossed his arms in annoyance.

“Alright, keep your hair on!” Gaz exclaimed, rolling his eyes as the others sighed.

After a pause of silence, Frost nodded, “Thank you… It’s because the fighting style I have requires manoeuvrability and having gear on just restricts movement.”

“The gear also makes sure you don’t get shot.” Ghost mumbled.

“Have you seen his reflexes, Ghost?” Soap asked, baffled. “He split a bullet in half with a sword!”

“No way.” Gaz shook his head. “Impossible, man.”

“He did! I was there!” Soap yelled.

“Jesus, keep your fucking voice down, mate!” Ghost said.

Frost shook his head, “You know, you guys are so-”

“Landing!” The pilot’s voice echoed from the front of the plane, interrupting Frost’s thought. As the plane lurched and started to descend, Gaz gripped Frost’s and Ghost’s knees on either side of him. Ghost and Frost looked at each other before sighing and just letting him.

Once the plane had landed and everyone had gotten up and stretched, the hatch opened and they were greeted by the bright light of the Las Almas afternoon sun.

“Jesus, it’s hot out here.” Soap grumbled, trying to adjust his gear as they walked. Ghost simply grunted in discomfort, shifting his weight from one foot to the other, wriggling a finger under the neck part of his mask to make himself more comfortable.

“Yeah, it really sucks to have heavy gear on now, huh?” Frost laughed.

“You can shut your fucking gob, man,” Soap said, pointing a finger at Frost's face.

“Will you two behave please?” Price said, walking past them all. “It’s like babysitting… Only worse.” Ghost nodded in agreement and joined him.

“Where did he come from? I didn’t see him on the plane.” Frost said, pointing after his captain.

“I think he was sitting in the cockpit,” Gaz said, stretching his back a little before following Ghost and Price.

“Alejandro!” Soap yelled out, Frost jump out of his skin at the sudden volume. Frost watched as Soap jogged towards two men who he assumed were Alejandro and possibly that other Rudy guy.

“Good to see you again, hermano,” Alejandro said as he grabbed Soap’s hand in greeting, a wide smile on his face.

“For fuck’s sake, Soap, you scared the shit outta me,” Frost said, slapping Soap over the head.

“Ow! Fuckin’-” Soap said, turning around but then just sighing.

“Who’s this?” Alejandro asked, looking Frost up and down curiously.

“I don’t remember him from the last time you were here,” Rudy added, smiling slightly.

“Alejandro, Rudy, this Fr-” Soap started but got immediately cut off.

“I’m a grown-ass man, I don’t need you to introduce me,” Frost said and Soap rolled his eyes. Frost looked back at the two men and smiled slightly.

“Frost.” He said, putting out his hand. Rudy took it first and shook it graciously with a friendly smile. Alejandro took it next and gave it a firm shake, but he didn’t take his hand away for a hot second. Frost slowly let go and Alejandro followed before giving Frost a wide grin.

“Welcome to Las Almas, Frost.”

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AHHHHHHH IT'S HEREEEEEE

#fanfiction #x oc #oc #cod #mw2 #cod x oc #mw2 x oc #141 #ghost #soap #captain price #gaz #alejandro vargas #rodolfo parra #los vaqueros

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all-for-the-simps · 11 months

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starting to write my cod oc fic

lets hope i actually get reblogs and my dni rule is respected

#im fuckin watching u she/hers #u got enough fics

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all-for-the-simps · 1 year

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i've got a lil masterlist going on for him, so there's a lil bit to view but:

is this plugging?? accidental self-promo??? not sure, but here is my own lil guy-

Show us the cod oc pls🙏🏻

well since you asked so nicely.

Aaron " Reaper " Adamos Hernandez. ; picrew.

Codename History.

The history behind his codename is not actually referencing to the Grim Reaper, but to the Carolina Reaper chile. It had been a dare when he had first appeared as a rookie in the army to eat a coralina reaper without milk after. And he did. He had a hard time training the morning after with his stomach protesting every lap he ran.

Childhood.

Reaper grew up in the IE area of California, The bad parts specifically. He had been exposed to gangs and things like drugs and alcohol at an early age. But don't doubt it, his mother and father were amazing parents, always making due with what they had to make their boy happy along with his little brother, Kaleb. As a teenager, He had urges. Urges that would cost him. He had gotten involved with a gang and was skipping school more and more often and caused his grades to slip, bringing the attention of his parents. His mother begged him to get out of it safely and his father only worried for the safety of the family if the gang he'd gotten involved in decided that they didn't want to let Aaron go. His father had every reason to be worried. The gang had appeared to be understanding, teasing him for being a mommas boy before letting him go. Aaron went home, happy to see his family and relieved to finally be free. Until he saw his dear, intelligent, and perfect, little brother on the sidewalk, bleeding out with his parents crouched over him. His mother was sobbing, holding pressure to the gunshot wound in Kalebs abdomen as his father sat on his other side on the phone with the ambulance. Time seemed to slow down as Aaron ran to his brothers slowly dying body, instantly sliding down on his knees without a thought of the scrapes that would appear in seconds. Tears glazing his eyes, Aaron looked down at his brother as blood trickled out of Kalebs mouth. He couldn't be saved. After the confirmation of their little boys death, his father spun out into a rage. Tackling Aaron in the parking lot and proceeded to punch at him until his nose was crooked and blood soaked his face. " This is your fucking fault! If you had never gotten involved with that stupid group of bastards, Kaleb would be home eating dinner! Maldita sea, Aaron! " Aarons mother only watched in grief stricken horror, her mouth open as if she wanted to say something but words not coming out. " I never want to see you again, you will only come home to get your things and you will leave. Not in the morning, Now. " His father ordered, standing up and cleaned his knuckles off on his already blood stained shirt. One of his sons blood was already on there, might as well get the other ones too.

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Show us the cod oc pls🙏🏻

well since you asked so nicely.

Aaron " Reaper " Adamos Hernandez. ; picrew.

Codename History.

The history behind his codename is not actually referencing to the Grim Reaper, but to the Carolina Reaper chile. It had been a dare when he had first appeared as a rookie in the army to eat a coralina reaper without milk after. And he did. He had a hard time training the morning after with his stomach protesting every lap he ran.

Childhood.

Reaper grew up in the IE area of California, The bad parts specifically. He had been exposed to gangs and things like drugs and alcohol at an early age. But don't doubt it, his mother and father were amazing parents, always making due with what they had to make their boy happy along with his little brother, Kaleb. As a teenager, He had urges. Urges that would cost him. He had gotten involved with a gang and was skipping school more and more often and caused his grades to slip, bringing the attention of his parents. His mother begged him to get out of it safely and his father only worried for the safety of the family if the gang he'd gotten involved in decided that they didn't want to let Aaron go. His father had every reason to be worried. The gang had appeared to be understanding, teasing him for being a mommas boy before letting him go. Aaron went home, happy to see his family and relieved to finally be free. Until he saw his dear, intelligent, and perfect, little brother on the sidewalk, bleeding out with his parents crouched over him. His mother was sobbing, holding pressure to the gunshot wound in Kalebs abdomen as his father sat on his other side on the phone with the ambulance. Time seemed to slow down as Aaron ran to his brothers slowly dying body, instantly sliding down on his knees without a thought of the scrapes that would appear in seconds. Tears glazing his eyes, Aaron looked down at his brother as blood trickled out of Kalebs mouth. He couldn't be saved. After the confirmation of their little boys death, his father spun out into a rage. Tackling Aaron in the parking lot and proceeded to punch at him until his nose was crooked and blood soaked his face. " This is your fucking fault! If you had never gotten involved with that stupid group of bastards, Kaleb would be home eating dinner! Maldita sea, Aaron! " Aarons mother only watched in grief stricken horror, her mouth open as if she wanted to say something but words not coming out. " I never want to see you again, you will only come home to get your things and you will leave. Not in the morning, Now. " His father ordered, standing up and cleaned his knuckles off on his already blood stained shirt. One of his sons blood was already on there, might as well get the other ones too.

#can he be friends with my cod oc 😶👉👈#cod oc #mw2 oc #oc #fanfiction

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THE RESULTS ARE IN

im so excited, yall have no idea-

alejandro it is AHHHHHHH

(however, lowkey bugged about how there were 19 total votes and only 5 notes (2 out of the 3 reblogs being my alt accs-). so it would be nice of yall to reblog my stuff (the dni rules apply tho))

but now i must consume canon alejandro content to write this WHOO

prolly wont start writing for a couple weeks cause I'm kinda busy right now, but i will be updating chapters where i can :)

#im so fuckin exCITED #AHHHHHH #fanfiction #x oc #oc #cod #mw2 #cod x oc #mw2 x oc #141 #ghost #soap #captain price #gaz #alejandro vargas #rodolfo parra #los vaqueros

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all-for-the-simps · 1 year

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today's the day, people. the poll results come in

i have refused to look at em until the time is up and i am terrified-

#fanfiction #oc #mw2 oc #cod oc #cod #mw2

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all-for-the-simps · 1 year

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Once more for those in the back.

#im begging bro #istg #makes me so mad #i make a poll for a fic #currently 16 votes #maybe 2 likes #the only reblogs are from my own alt accs #its fuckin demotivating #reblog peoples shit

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all-for-the-simps · 1 year

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Pssst

Hey, are you an artist or writer with WIPs?

Come here... I got a secret for you pssst come ‘ere

#crying

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all-for-the-simps · 1 year

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#as u can see across my 3 (mostly just 2) accs #its an opossum #theyre just cool

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all-for-the-simps · 1 year

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The Poll

if you dont know what the hell I'm talking about, here's the link to the 'Trial Oneshot' post where I did a short oneshot for each pair:

VOTES AND REBLOGS ARE APPRECIATED :))

🚫female-aligned people DNI🚫

#fanfiction #x oc #oc #cod #mw2 #cod x oc #mw2 x oc #141 #ghost #soap #captain price #gaz #alejandro vargas #rodolfo parra #los vaqueros #poll

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‘Trial Oneshots’

CoD x Original Character Call of Duty: Modern Warfare II

Context: RIGHT, this is what I’m going to do. I am extremely indecisive about which man I want to pair Frost with (‘cause I simp for most of them and can’t choose.) So, what I’m going to do is in this post, write short bullet-point oneshots for each man. AND THEN, add a poll and have you people (the readers) choose which of them has the best chemistry with Frost. When I have the results, I will begin writing a more plot-based story with continuous chapters (I love angst and slow burn so-)

A/N: I’m excited for this- The options are listed so :) (also, everyone is very ooc ‘cause I don’t know too much about canon but I do not give a single shit.)

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Ghost - “Have some respect.”

Frost walks through the base, a rhythm to his step as he plays keepy-uppy with a small pebble he found on the ground.

He doesn’t see Ghost walking towards him, also not looking at what he’s going.

They end up bumping into each other, causing Ghost to drop some papers on the ground and causing Frost to lose balance slightly.

“Watch where you’re going!” Ghost grumbles.

Frost crossed his arms, “You could’ve walked around me, y’know? Plenty of space.”

Ghost narrows his eyes are Frost, who’s his height and is just as big as him.

He thought that if he could intimidate this newcomer, he’d gain some sort of respect.

“I was busy looking at these. You should’ve been more aware of your surroundings.” Ghost said, waving the papers in Frost’s face.

“Maybe you should’ve been looking where you were going, yourself.” Frost grunted.

Ghost was sick of this guy's shit. From day one, Ghost thought he was far too immature and disrespectful.

And from day one, Frost thought that Ghost was uptight and just out to get him.

“You will have some respect for your superiors.” Ghost said sternly, with a tone that sounded like he was talking to a child.

Frost scoffed and said, “Respect is a two-way street, Lieutenant.”

With that, Frost walked off, hands in his pockets and humming satisfied with how he handled the conversation.

Ghost stares after him, his profound irritation only increasing as he watched Frost saunter away.

[You do not understand how much I love angsty enemies-to-lovers arcs-]

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Soap - “Do the thing.”

Soap watched as Frost demonstrated hand-to-hand combat techniques to some new recruits, teaching them to further enhance their capabilities.

Soap appreciated Frost’s swiftness and his display of obvious experience and skill.

After the session was finished, Frost started walking away and Soap quickly followed.

“Do you have your Katanas here?” Soap asked.

He was always extremely curious about the swords.

Frost laughed and said, “You just want to play pirates, don’t you?”

Soap got defensive, “No! No, it’s not that!”

“Then what?”

“Can you do the thing?”

Frost got confused, “... What thing?”

“The thing you always do. Your signature move!”

“Soap, I don’t have a signature move.” At this point, Frost was confused but found Soap’s failure to properly convey what he means amusing.

“You know, when you-” Soap then demonstrated a specific move by waving his arms in the air a bit.

Frost burst into laughter and Soap couldn’t help but laugh along, knowing how ridiculous he probably looked.

“I see now, come on then.” Frost laughed and started walking to the barracks (He keeps his box under his bed).

Soap waited outside the door and when he saw Frost come back out with his Katanas, he was ecstatic.

“Come on!” Soap sort of cheered. Frost laughed and stood in front of an empty barrel.

Frost then stood focused, his vibe completely different from a second ago, his stare intense.

Soap was astounded by how fast Frost could switch up his demeanour.

Frost jumped and swung his body around, 360° kicked the barrel, then crossed his swords and sliced away horizontally, taking the top off the barrel and a perfectly straight line.

Soap’s jaw was practically on the floor. “I could watch that all day.”

Frost sighed, knowing now that every time Soap would see him, he’d ask Frost to do that.

[And yes, these two would totally play pirates with each other- A truly chaotic duo.]

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Gaz - “What do you think of dogs?”

Gaz found himself hanging around Frost during their downtime on the base, finding Frost’s company new and different.

The way Frost talked about things was intriguing to him.

One day, while just casually talking like they usually did, Gaz had an idea.

“What do you think of dogs?”

“Dogs?” Frost repeated.

“Yeah. We have K9s, I was wondering if you wanted to see them training.”

“Hell yeah, man! I love dogs. Always had them growing up.”

Gaz nodded with a smile and led Frost to the K9 training… place… thing.

When they got there, they just stood on the sidelines watching the dogs take orders.

Frost had never seen something like that before, not in person at least and he got somewhat excited.

Gaz watched Frost as he got increasingly happy over these dogs.

When the dogs were done with their training, Gaz didn’t have enough time to turn to Frost before the guy disappears and reappears standing in front of the person training the dogs.

“Can I pet them?” Frost asked.

The handler was a bit shocked at the forwardness of Frost’s excited tone but nodded when they saw Gaz coming up behind Frost.

Frost immediately knelt down and began laughing as the dogs licked this friendly stranger’s face.

Gaz looked down at Frost playing with these two dogs and found himself admiring Frost’s smile.

Gaz patted one of the dog’s heads and chuckled quietly as the dog licked his hand.

Frost was still laughing, and it simply excited the dogs further.

Gaz laughed to himself when he realised that Frost had the same energy as these dogs.

But he knew that if he told Frost that, Frost would deny it and then immediately prove him right.

[It’s giving secret admiration and neither of them knows, y’know?]

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Alejandro - “Be more careful.”

Alejandro has to patch up Frost after a rough mission.

Frost was more injured since he doesn’t like using guns on the field, so he’s got a few more bullet wounds than most men.

“You’ve got a gun, why don’t you use it?” Alejandro asked.

“I’m trained in close-contact fighting, what can I say?” Frost replied and then hissed at the pain as Alejandro jabbed a wound a little too hard with a sanitised cloth.

“Sorry,” Alejandro mumbled, glancing at Frost before going about the task more gently.

“You know, I admire your tactical strategies. I could never have come up with a plan like that.” Frost said.

“I’m Colonel for a reason.” Alejandro quipped with a slight smile. “But you got badly hurt, I wouldn’t call it a full success.”

“Argh, that’s my own fault, not yours.” Frost dismissed.

“You were one against four at one point, you understand you’re lucky to be alive?” Alejandro said, brows furrowing.

“Well, I’m still here, so it’s fine,” Frost mumbled.

“You should be more careful,” Alejandro grumbled, frustrated.

“We’re in the army, Alejandro. It’s our job to get shit done. Doesn’t matter how many bullets I take, I’m still helping people.”

Alejandro pursed his lips and stopped what he was doing and considered his next words carefully.

“Every time we lose someone, we not only lose the person but all of their experience and skills,” Alejandro said and Frost chuckled.

“Let me guess, you just want a guy with swords around to save your ass- OW!” Frost yelped as Alejandro tugged on the bandage he was tying around Frost’s arm on purpose.

Alejandro chuckled as Frost glared his him.

“That’s for getting hurt.” He said.

“Yeah, and you’re not helping,” Frost said before smiling slightly.

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Rudy - “Duck!”

“Frost, down that alley. We’ll be able to sneak around easier in the dark,” Rudy said and Frosted nodded.

As they rounded the corner, they came across two men guarding the door of the building.

Rudy and Frost looked at each other, silently agreeing to take out one guy each.

As quietly as possible, they snuck up behind the men and as Rudy shot one man, Frost put his hand on the mouth and nose of the other, quietly slicing his throat from behind.

They both lay the bodies down and went back to the alleyway, waiting for Alejandro to give the signal.

But that signal never came, but the sounds of gunshots and incoherent yelling could be heard in the distance.

Rudy looked at Frost and they both ran back down the alley, crossing over different streets to go to a more tactical point.

But on their way, they came across the enemy.

As Rudy shot at people, ducking behind the wall, Frost was out in the open, slicing up men and deflecting bullets.

Even in the midst of battle, Rudy couldn’t help but admire Frost’s reflexes.

When all nearby enemies had seemingly been defeated, Rudy stood up and smiled at Frost.

He didn’t see what Frost saw behind him.

“Duck!” Frost yelled and without any hesitation, Rudy hit the ground.

Frost threw one of his swords at the man who had his gun aimed at Rudy from behind.

The man went down and Frost walked over, taking back his Katana.

Rudy looked at Frost with slightly wide eyes.

“Thanks.”

“No problem, man.”

[Nah, ‘cause they’d be so soft with each other.]

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[I was going to do König too, but I’m gonna focus on 141 for now. If someone wants to see the König/Frost chemistry, then I’ll do it.]

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I will also do incorrect quotes, comics, headcanons and other more silly things with these guys because that’s always fun :)

#fanfiction #x oc #oc #cod #mw2 #cod x oc #mw2 x oc #141 #ghost #soap #captain price #gaz #alejandro vargas #rodolfo parra #los vaqueros

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x OC Masterlist

This is for my more self-indulgent stuff (I enjoy it, let me live-)

🚫female-aligned people DNI🚫

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CoD X OC

~ Pre-story writing prep ~

"CoD OC Reveal" - I drew him myself :)

"Who is Frost?" - Original Character Introduction

"Trial Oneshots" - Testing to see which pair has the most chemistry

"The Poll" - The poll that determines who I write a slow burn with

"Poll Results" - The poll results announcement lmao (I am very excited)

~ "Swords in a Gunfight" ~

Prologue

~ OC Shenanigans ~

Incorrect Quotes - Part One

#fanfiction #x oc #masterlist #oc #cod #mw2 #cod x oc #mw2 x oc #141 #ghost #soap #captain price #gaz #alejandro vargas #rodolfo parra #los vaqueros

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