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killingick · 1 year

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Green Eyes, White Lies

TW: Mentions of assault, violence, smoking

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ᴅɪꜱᴘᴀᴛᴄʜ ꜱqᴜᴀᴅ(ꜱ): 7, 25

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"We should work together more often, it get's boring being in a squad that has everybody occupied and unable to talk. You know with a hacker, rigger and a mercenary." You scoffed watching as Huntress practically ogled over Riley.

You'd hated being around squad 25, more specifically her. She'd obviously had a thing for Ghost and he was well aware of it. Though, he never really gave her the attention she'd wanted, he would tease her every now and then out of boredom and it irritated you.

Private Rigger and Specialist Error weren't as bad to be around, although they'd never really talk since they were both pretty quiet, they would never miss out on slandering Huntress when she'd switched from being soldier to damsel in distress for the day.

"I can see the flag, it's our territory now. Race you to the entrance point?" Soap nudged you with his elbow.

"I mean if you're trying to get shot, sure run right at them. I'll be doing a light jog to catch up with you." Error choked on the water from her flask at this, whilst Rigger smacked a hand over their mouth in shock.

"Your humour's a bit dark for a time like this don't you think?" Huntress butt in, sending a glare your way.

"Dunno love, I mean your boyfriend seems to like it but we're all entitled to our own opinion's—."

"Andddd that's enough humour for the day." Error slapped a hand over your mouth, shooting Huntress an apologetic look on your behalf before dragging you both up ahead and away from the other squad members.

Upon your arrival, you'd all been ID'd by your tags and patted down for wires. Basic procedure just in case someone tried to sneak in or had decided to betray their allies.

You'd reported the files you'd come across to corporate, and they were more than joyful about your success, praising you and your squad endlessly, which put a smile on your face.

The military had already pre-planned an advance into Warsaw; starting far out and gradually sweeping their way in, claiming territory on the way as they progressed. Needing time to plan it, your squad had been informed to lay put until they'd had new orders.

You almost crumbled in delight hearing those words. A night off? With military protection? Not having to worry as heavily about a potential ambush or worse? You did not mind if you fucking did.

You and a batch of other resting soldiers had been located in a building which luckily still had running water but the heating wasn't the greatest. There weren't many bedrooms, leaving the majority of you to sleep on mats scattered about the vacant rooms, whilst everyone ranked sergeant major or higher got the luxury of using the bedrooms, cheeky cunts.

You'd showered, glad to be alleviating yourself from the confines of your uniform. You'd thrown on a black tank top and basketball shorts, a match from the very few clothes you'd brought along with you for this expedition. Slipping a blade into the string of your panties as a just in case, you decided to call it a night after you'd got yourself a drink. The sun was already setting, and Soap had pretty much collapsed after getting out of his uniform alongside other soldiers.

You couldn't help the giddy smile that made it's way onto your face at the thought of this cold drink; your squad had to learn to ration things like food and water, so drinking it in the abundance you were about to put a smile on your face as you practically skipped down the hallway.

Coming across an area which you'd refer to as the kitchen, you took note of the armed officers protecting the rations available for the soldiers staying the night. A precaution, just in case anyone had tried to take more than what they were supposed to.

All these rules really made you homesick. Though you'd lived alone, you'd much enjoyed the freedom that came with it; being a student a few years in at Uni and only recently turning 22 before being forced into immense training for a battle your country was no where near prepared to fight.

Your gymnastics aided through it quite a bit, but nothing could aid the numbing feeling you'd grown accustomed to after being screamed at day in day out, beaten down, bruised, assaulted, until becoming who you are today.

ᴄᴏᴅᴇ ʀᴇᴀᴘᴇʀ: better known as the Grim Reaper. Notorious for the multiple riggings, search and destroys, and other one man missions SHE had completed without the help of a man let alone her so called previous comrades. She was almost as well known as Ghost among the upper ranks, but not quite there yet and she was proud of it.

You'd felt like an example to all the other private ranked females, a symbol that screamed that "YOU CAN DO IT." that this military isn't just a man's playfield, and you fucking loved it.

You trotted back down the hallway, chugging the water as you walked, but being careful not to spill a drop as you sighed in relief from the sensation of it running down your throat.

God snapped when he said 2 Hydrogens and 1 Oxygen made water.

Before you could chuckle at your own joke you were startled by the feeling of someone grabbing your arm and dragging you around the corner. The pursuer pushed you up against the wall, encasing you with his arms pressed against the wall on either side of your head.

Instinctively, you dragged the switchblade from your panties, flipping it out and pressing the blade against your perpetrator's neck.

"Lay a hand on me and I'll end you right here." You paused as you spoke looking up to meet the gaze of your masked comrade. Even outside of uniform he was sexy, and it made your heart twist and turn in ways you'd hated. Alike to yourself he was clad in a black tank top, which revealed his toned, muscular figure, and black joggers. Refusing to take the mask off as always, but that didn't stop you from reading the smirk on his face that reflected in his piercing gaze.

"Stand down Reaper." He mused.

Sighing you flipped the blade away slipping it back to it's original place and crossing your arms over your chest as you met the man's gaze.

"And how may I help you Simon."

"Not the government, not here, you know that." You rolled your eyes. It was mandatory that soldiers either referred to their comrades by their code name or their last name should it be one that's common, making it harder for the enemy to potentially uncover their true identity and threaten them outside of their line of duty.

Given how fond your squad was of one another, you'd all formally introduced yourselves, but swore to keep it hushed to the last name only.

"You really should stop rolling your eyes at me." He cupped your chin lifting your gaze to meet his own.

"Yeah?" You responded in a shocked tone that dripped with sarcasm.

"Yeah." He mocked.

"I just wanted to inform you so you're not as pissed later, our squad may merge with 25's for the next mission—."

And with that your night was ruined.

Your brain had managed to drown out Ghost's voice after that comment. You were too focused on watching whatever essence of your happiness remained dancing away from you before tripping on a land mine and blowing itself up into a million tiny pieces.

"Are you even listening to me?" He pressed snapping you out of your daze.

"Mhm." You swiftly replied and he paused looking down at you before shaking his head and sighing. He dropped his arms back to his side, stuffing his hands into his pocket before turning away and walking off down the corridor.

"Going for a fag, do you want one."

"You know I do." You sighed, jogging to catch up with him.

The two of you sat on the rooftop of the building. Veils of smoke dancing up into the starry night sky from the cancer sticks that rested between your fingers. Ghost would always raise his mask just over his nose when smoking with you. Knowing how he'd felt about showing his face in the army, you'd never glance his way out of respect, but you'd seen the half visible on occasions whenever turning to him for a lighter or accidentally doing so when the two of you talked.

He didn't mind, if it was you at least.

"Why are you so jealous of Huntress." He spoke as he exhaled making you freeze.

"You what."

"You heard me." A silence fell between the two of you as you puffed from the cigar looking off in thought for a moment.

"It's not that I'm jealous of her, she's just rude. Why does it matter." He didn't respond to your remark, ashing out his cigarette and throwing it off the rooftop leaving the two of you in silence.

You'd heard him shuffling as he turned his whole body around to face you. You gave him a quick side glance, letting him know he'd had your attention. His mask now back to covering his face.

"Do you like me soldier?" You paused at the statement. You could feel your heart begin to race as this was just thrown at you.

You didn't feel as though you'd been obvious about your feelings toward him, but he'd still caught on. He was always sharp like that, always catching onto the littlest things that everyone else seemed to skim over.

But you couldn't let him know. It felt sacred in this setting.

Confessing your feelings to your comrade even though you were pretty much a part of the fucking suicide squad, it felt selfish.

"I'm going to bed." You pushed yourself up, wrapping your arms around yourself and walking away.

"Lieutenant." He called out to deaf ears.

A hand grasped itself around your waist, spinning you back around into the warm embrace of your comrade. You could feel your face heat up at the proximity, his toned chest now pressed closely against your own as you looked up to meet his gaze.

"I asked you a question."

"Negative sir..." You mumbled in reply.

"Look me in the eye and repeat that." He cupped your chin, forcing your gaze up to meet his own, and you couldn't help the way your legs practically melted below you, leading you to stumble further into his embrace.

"U-uhm." You hesitantly got out as you broke the gaze you shared.

"Eyes are here." You looked back into his eyes at that statement, teeth sinking into your lower lip before you parted your lips, praying you'd be able to repeat yourself without hesitating as you did a moment prior.

"I-."

"Ghost?"

You pushed yourself out of his embrace, standing upright and straightening out your clothes. Your nervous expression carving into an irritated one as your eyes landed on the wicked witch herself.

Huntress stared between the two of you, chewing on the inside of her cheek in confusion as she lifted her gaze to meet your comrades'.

"Change of plans... we leave in three hours..."

You mentally cursed yourself from missing out on the sleep you'd felt more than entitled to.

"Goodnight Captain." You stumbled your way back over to the fire exit, making your way back into the building, leaving his question unanswered.

As huntress’ voice echoed behind you, you could feel his gaze burning into you as the door swung shut.

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welldonekhushi · 29 days

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Call of Duty OC: Katya Kovalevskaya 🌹

An updated bio sheet of Katya! The last one felt like it was straight Wiki format style, but doesn't really explain her character properly, I also added some changes to her character as well so, here you go! <3

GENERAL:

Name: Katya

Full name: Yekaterina Viktornovna Kovalevskaya

Codename: "Katyusha"

Alias(es): Lady of Death (by the Red Army), Mama Katya (by her soldiers), Der Russische Leutnant (by the Germans)

Age: 32 years old (Call of Duty: World at War), 58 years old (Call of Duty: Black Ops), 70 years old (Black Ops: Cold War)

Gender: Female

Nationality: Russian

Languages spoken: Russian, German (for intelligence purposes), English

Date of birth: June 15, 1916

Place of Birth: Ural Mountains, Imperial Russia

Sexuality: Heterosexual

Martial Status: Single

Occupation: Senior Lieutenant and Sniper of the Red Army (retires after the events of the first Black Ops)

Status: Active

Rank: Senior Lieutenant (1942), Lieutenant Colonel (1945)

Affiliation: Red Army, CIA (briefly)

Universe: Call of Duty: World at War, Call of Duty: Black Ops, Black Ops: Cold War (alternative AU)

Faceclaim: Anna Chipovskaya

Song: "Katyusha" by Boris Alexandrov

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Biography: Yekaterina, commonly known as Katya joins the Red Army for the service of the Soviet Union to avenge her parents death under the hands of German forces. While defending her country amidst the raging Second World War, she faces tremendous amounts of obstacles and barriers in her life which often try to make them as her weakness, but the woman was sworn to take her last breath in achieving one goal with her comrades — and that was liberating Berlin.

AFFILIATIONS:

3rd Shock Army (Red Army)

Sergeant Viktor Reznov [K.I.A]

Private Dimitri Petrenko [K.I.A]

Private Chernov [K.I.A]

Commissar Markhov [fate unknown]

Major General Nikita Dragovich [K.I.A]

Colonel Lev Kravchenko [fate unknown]

CIA (Call of Duty: Black Ops)

Alex Mason

Frank Woods

Jason Hudson

Grigori Weaver

SKILLS AND ABILITIES:

Weapon induced: Scoped Mosin-Nagant, Tokarev (TT-33), PPSh-41, Molotov Cocktail, RGD-33

Fighting style: Hand-to-hand combat, but rarely, since she's more used to being a sniper giving covering fire

Special skills: Is a very experienced sniper, that gave her the infamous name of "Lady of Death", but Katya didn't want to coin such a name for herself when she was only serving her people as a soldier of the frontlines.

Talents: Knows natural remedies, holds a lot of empathy for others, can speak fluent German even if she knows a little bit of it

Shortcomings: Due to the incident, she lost her face partially along with the half-vision of her eye throughout the accident, faces survivors guilt, is a bit mentally depressed but she's able to push those negative thoughts down

PERSONALITY:

Myers-Briggs Type: ISFJ (The Defender)

Is very protective towards her comrades: Ever since she lost her parents, Katya had always been searching for a way to cope up with her loss by taking care of the people she loves and believes in the most. Even if she never married, or birthed a child, she automatically unlocked her motherly instincts by calling her comrades as her "sons and daughters", considering them as her one, found family.

Ruthless, but at times merciful: Katya has shown immense strength and courage in the battlefield as a sniper and a squad leader, haunting the Germans in their own sleep thinking Katya wouldn't kill them and make the mattress they're sleeping on as their deathbed. But also, when Katya wants to show mercy, she'll show it. She thinks there's no use to wasting her own bullets on someone who already decided to surrender to the Red Army.

Emotional: Let it be a soldier dying, or a civilian, she'll ask forgiveness from God that she wasn't able to save an innocent despite having the duty to protect her own people. The incident that killed all of her soldiers left her deeply scarred, and believed she committed a bigger sin for being too naive and careless, and she deserved the impact on her face. It was even worse when Nikita Dragovich killed her teammates again by putting them as test subjects for the Nova 6 experiment that made her grow deranged and bloodthirsty to hunt Dragovich and his lapdog, Kravchenko in a fit of vengeance, until the CIA caught her presence.

Intelligent and observant: Katya is more aware of her surroundings ever since the incident impacted her, which caused her to be very vigilant, and grew her intelligence in the battlefield which made her useful for the Red Army as a sniper and as a squad leader in the infantry.

BACKGROUND STORY

Katya was born around 1916 with her mother Elizaveta Kovalevskaya (neé Petrova) and father, Viktor Kovalevsky. Spending her childhood in the Ural Mountains, she learnt how to snipe at a young age from her father, who was a hunter, the reason why she took her father's skill in the field of sniping.

In 1939, she recruited herself in the Red Army as a sniper, in which her talent gave a huge role and reputation among the soldiers as a source of bravery, courage and inspiration, that gave her the name "Lady of Death". But, Katya on the other hand didn't want to coin such a name for herself when she believes she's only doing it for the protection of her own people.

But, in 1941, when Germany attacked Soviet Russia under "Operation Barbarossa", her village became a victim of the attacks, which ended up killing her family in the process. Broken and enraged, Katya wanted to avenge her parents death by going through missions and eliminating every single enemy who tried to cross the Soviet borders. Her life completely changed when one day she encountered General Heinrich Amsel, who was responsible for the death of her family along with many others, wanted to kill him by her own hands but never succeeded because he evaded before she could get to him.

Furious, the General wanted to eliminate Katya in her path, by luring her into a trap that he was staying at a hotel and could grab her an opportunity to end his life there. But little to her knowledge, it was all a set up, when he used that entire building as a decoy with the explosives attached. His soldiers locked away his teammates, including Katya but she was able to break through it. In a desperate attempt to find her comrades who were still locked inside, it was too late before the explosion could take effect, and blew her out of the building, leaving her drastically injured.

The explosion was the turning point of her life, where it emotionally scarred her and made her regret being a soldier, when she couldn't even protect her own soldiers, who basked into the flames of Amsel's planned explosion. She was taken for medical assistance, which took her a month to recover physically, and mentally. But, that didn't stop Katya from retiring, as her mind still revolved around that one goal — to eliminate General Amsel, and push all the German forces back from invading Russia.

Somewhere around 1942, she was promoted to Senior Lieutenant, and became the squad leader for the 3rd Shock Army, and participated in the Battle of Stalingrad alongside Pvt. Dimitri Petrenko and Sgt. Viktor Reznov. As the General's whereabouts were found, she led her team throughout the warzone and successfully countered Amsel, which led to his untimely death under the hands of Dimitri's sniper rifle. Katya, who held immense pride for the Private for doing something she couldn't, made him along with Reznov and Chernov as her closest comrades.

After the entire battle, in 1945, they finally achieved victory by liberating Berlin by hoisting the Soviet flag on the Reichstag, Katya was now at peace, hoping for a better future after the war's end.

But, somehow.. her life was going to go into a bigger turmoil, when she gets sent to the mission around the Arctic Circle, leading the events of the first Black Ops.

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short-wooloo · 1 year

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its 2023, which means these:

are 15 years old this year

feel free to add any others you can remember!

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bumblingbee1 · 2 months

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#bee's survey #cod #call of duty #codz #cod zombies #call of duty zombies #nacht der untoten #verruckt #shi no numa #der riese #cod waw #cod world at war #call of duty world at war

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off-topic-ig · 5 months

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#breaking bad #left 4 dead #resident evil 4 #call of duty world at war

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supersonictalan · 3 months

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TELL ME THIS ISNT TRUE

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devileaterjaek · 1 year

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Call of Duty: World at War (NDS)

This was a real thing. This was a real product that Activision charged money for.

#call of duty world at war #call of duty #nds #ds #nintendo ds #gaming #fps #first person shooter #low poly

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writer-of-various · 1 year

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#call of duty #cod cw #call of duty cold war #call of duty black ops 3 #call of duty black ops 2 #call of duty zombies #call of duty black ops 4 #call of duty black ops #call of duty world at war #black ops series #my vote is bo4

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a-good-blog-name-but-its-taken · 3 months

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Incorrect quotes from Call Of Duty: World At War

#cod waw #call of duty world at war #incorrect quotes generator

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aliceindaisychains999 · 5 months

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Friendly reminder that today, December 4th, was the day Richtofen successfully teleported a walnut

#maddie speaks #IT WAS A GREAT DISCOVERY DAMN IT #TOO BAD MAXIS #edward richtofen #dr edward richtofen #ultimis richtofen #call of duty world at war #call of duty zombies #codz #cod zombies

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killingick · 1 year

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Bratty Soldier

Now i hate writing smut, period, but i do it time and time again. This ending will really piss you off with good reason, because i’m an asshole :)

TW: smut, choking, spanking, degradation, overstimulation, edging, brat, ruined orgasm, the urge to punch the author

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A small whimper left your lips as the rough calloused hands of your group's commander forced you to grind against him on his lap.

You foolishly grabbed at nothing as your hands remained cuffed behind your back, whilst you were being pushed closer and closer to your first high.

Ghost gazed up at you pleased with the sight of you squeezing your eyes shut of embarrassment whilst your teeth sunk into your lip, in nothing but your underwear which he'd stripped you down to. His hand left your waist, trailing itself up your body before stopping at your throat and squeezing it tightly.

"Look at me when you come." He growled as your eyes fluttered open, locking with his lust filled pools. You shivered as your arousal began to wash over you, a moan escaping your lips as you struggled against his grasp. He smirked at your weakness, continuing to grind you down onto his clothed member as his lips grazed the skin of your neck, trailing up to your ear as he overstimulated you.

"What did I tell you about moving without my permission." His voice dropped octaves lower as he sternly spoke against the soft flesh of your ear.

"Fuck you sir..." You lowly whispered but this remark didn't miss his keen ears, only making his pants grow tighter as thoughts flooded his mind of what he wanted to do to you and how he'd wanted to fix that fucking attitude."

"Gladly."

He pushed you off his lap making you fall flat on your ass with an "umph." As you went to glare at him the sound of his belt unbuckling caught your attention and you shyly looked away.

"Don't be shy now babe, keep the same attitude you'd had earlier." His member sprung free from the confines of his boxers and he palmed himself whilst taking steps towards you. Grabbing your arm he flipped you over onto your stomach, pulling your waist back till your wet hole pressed lightly against his red tip, leaking with pre. He groaned as he rubbed himself against you, coating himself in your juices.

You bit your lip arching your back more to tease him. Though you'd always 'detest' the idea of being with him like this you couldn't help the way your body submitted to him. You'd needed him, bad, even if this was only just a punishment.

He lined himself up with your entrance and began his entrance. A low curse left his lips at the feeling of your tight walls cushioning him. You couldn't help the moan that left your lips as he stretched you painfully. He was fucking huge.

When he was all the way inside, he curled his hips back before snapping them back into you, hands finding themselves on your waist he began his assault, not letting up despite the whimpers and pleads you let out at how rough he was being.

"—feels so fuckin' good." You managed to get out through your pleasured stupor earning a slap to your ass as he grabbed and squeezed it.

Your eyes began to froth with tears as he fucked you senseless, mindless babbles escaping your lips as he greedily chased his high, pushing you closer to your own with each thrust.

Flipping you over onto your back, he re-entered you, pushing your legs back into your chest and grabbing your throat as his hips rolled into you, effortlessly hitting that sensitive spot that made your eyes roll back in pleasure.

"Fucking greedy whore." He teased as his thumb brushed itself against your lips, which you greeted with your tongue, sucking on it teasingly making him groan at the sight of you.

"I'm gonna come sir, please." You begged as he picked up the pace, feeling himself grow closer too. Your legs began to shake as you shivered, the euphoric feeling coming closer and closer, echoing throughout your mind as your nails clawed at the floorboards beneath you.

And then it all stopped.

Whining at the feeling of him leaving your core, he stood up staring down at you with an amused look on his face.

"I don't make brats come." He stated and you sent him a sharp glare.

"You know what, go fuck yourself. I hate you." You breathlessly got out, making his expression fade into a darker one.

He approached you once again, grabbing you by the throat and forcing you to meet his gaze.

To say you knew you fucked up was an understatement, and fear immediately clouded your expression as you gazed back up to meet his.

He readied himself to speak before pausing. Rolling his eyes he released his grip on your throat before pushing himself up and walking away, throwing the keys to the cuffs at you in the process.

"Fucking cunt." You mumbled.

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