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krabzyr · 3 months
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Farewell to 2023, embrace the 2024 with open arms. May it be a year of growth, achievement, and fulfilment. Happy New Year, my comrade. ✨ P/S: I just noticed that I colored it wrong- I hate myself. o)--(
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inactivegaz · 7 months
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krabzyrart · 6 months
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"America's Monster"
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nanobyting · 1 year
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2/23/23 hi this has been sitting in my wips for so long i just needed to get it done AAA                                                              ac: forget - pogo (edited) src: cod bocw
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eccentrcks · 3 months
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You Can’t Break The Broken
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Sneak Peek Synopsis: she is no more than an anomaly to them as much they are nothing more than her official enemies. Marlene is self-aware that no one will save her from this situation, so she has to try to find a way to save herself. Word Count: 1.9k Warnings: non-consensual drug use and touching (always ask before you touch), strong language, brief moment of violence, threats of violence, injuries, and not proofread/edited yet. Author’s Note: Starting off the new years with a sneak peek of my series! Whoo-hoo! Now remember, this is just a part from my first chapter. Which means this isn't a quarter or half of it. I'm still working on it in my own pace and I'd appreciate some feedback if you're into it. Just comment, or ask via the box above, if you want to be tag for sneak peeks and chapters! Taglist: @revnah1406
Marlene had woken up to several broken bones, shivering skin, and horribly bruised in the cold lake after throwing herself off a cliff. Rough hands yanked her out of the cold water and limp form plopped onto the hanger floor.
Then her vision blackened with her breathing low.
Eventually the twenty-year-old nearly jolted awake on some gurney. Wrists tightly strapped onto the bars through thick leathers. Although she had trouble opening her heavy eyelids, she shifted her head to try to fully wake herself.
“I didn’t think she’d recover this fast.” She heard a man’s voice spoken as a rough, calloused hand gripped onto her jawline to move her face to the right side. “Jesus, the likeness is uncanny. Only her hair is just brown instead of brown copper.” He muttered at the last sentence as it felt like she was being closely inspected. Quite uncomfortable for her.
She smelt smoke and heavy expensive cologne. Must be him, good god that’s fucking strong. Other than that, something else reeks bleach, metal, and something more you’d only smell at a hospital only.
A heartbeat monitor can be heard close by too, but on her left side. It was steady at the moment. His grip remained on her face. She couldn’t move much and felt something quietly thrumming soothingly in her chest.
“Marlene Jamie Monroe. Estimately around her early twenties. Student at Stanford since 2018. Nothing much out of the ordinary about her personal life.” A british voice of a woman is heard and sounded like she was reading off of a—
Wait a goddamn second. That’s my college ID, lady! Marlene thought angrily as she heard the heart monitor beeping slightly increased, but she could tell it wasn’t acknowledged.
“Could be fake.” The man scoffed and sounded like he was smoking and puffed a smoke. “2018? Really? Sounds like a failed attempt of forgery.” He sounded like an asshole as his hold on her finally released her.
She never felt so relieved and detested his touch from now on. So dehumanising to her. Not treated with an ounce of dignity, but she shouldn’t be surprised. How could she? To them, she’s an anomaly and complete stranger to their time. Someone- no, something that is about to be objectified.
“It looks authentic.” The woman deadpanned with a sigh, dropping the wallet down on some tray. “She can be her granddaughter or great-granddaughter due to their similarities-“ She tried theorising, but it sounded like the man didn’t want to hear it.
“Eibhlín didn’t had any children from what I know.” He interrupted her abruptly. “She didn’t even mention having any living family members. Not once.” He said firmly.
“Hmm…” She heard a skeptical hum from the British woman.
A hand caressed her hair, moving strands from her face as Marlene couldn’t even cringe away, or hit his hand off of her, but her body forcibly remained still. She hated it when it trailed to the deep scar on the left side of her neck, tracing delicate lines on it.
“Her blood test results showed something… interesting.”
“How so?”
“Her body seems to be rejecting any drugs we’ve injected into her to make the pain tolerable, but it barely affected her as it should have, and her blood showed some peculiar results.”
Jokes on you, I have a high pain tolerance. Tylenol or ibuprofen were never my friends growing up.
“What do you think is wrong with her?”
There’s nothing much wrong with me.
“That’s the point. There’s nothing wrong with her. Ms. Monroe just has something we don’t have: an advanced physiology. Much more than any ordinary person should have in themselves. Her genetics appear hereditary as well, it could’ve been recessive.”
Now I know why mom never let me go to walk-ins at hospitals… She was afraid of people like them.
“So you want to do more tests on her while I interrogate her?” He sounded miffed and sounded like he didn’t want anyone else touching her under his watch.
Fuck you.
“I need to collect as much research off of her before Hudson decides to hand her off to Requiem.” The woman said firmly back at him and stood her ground against the man. “We’ll likely have her just for a few weeks or less and I need to gather more information about her origins before anyone else does.”
Hey now, I’m not a property-
“He won’t.” He sounded too overly confident for her taste. Marlene absolutely hated it and wished she could slap it out of him if it were possible.
I’m a human being!
“I wouldn’t get that confident if I were you, Adler.” The woman said dryly.
“We got her first, Park. She’s ours.” He snapped irritably.
This genuinely infuriated Marlene from the inside and she wanted nothing more than to possibly strangle this asshole, slam his head against a hard surface, and drown him as slow as she could.
“One of their operators found her first before you and your men intercepted her.” Park said pointedly.
She wasn’t going to deny that, but these guys don’t exactly play fair with other agencies from what it looks like to her.
“He failed to handle her properly before we got to them and chased her down throughout the arctic woods.” He snorted.
To be completely honest, it’s what anyone would do if they were in my position. Waking up in the middle of nowhere, especially in the arctic, with lack of warm clothing and getting chased down by assholes. They would’ve run and fought back too if they could have.
“She took down most of your guys and theirs before throwing herself off the highest cliff before you can even cuff her. What does that say about all of our competence against her?” Oh, how much money Marlene would pay to see his face after she’d said that.
Silence.
“Hudson can hold off the director as he can before deciding anything. I want to try to get some possible vital information out of her while you do your thing.” He sounded reluctant and already too pissed off by this conversation.
I hope his pride, or whatever he has, is bruised as his stupid face. Marlene would give a kidney just to make this man’s life a living hell.
“Fine.” Park sighed.
Fuck.
Then the girl slowly fell deep unconscious again and her head dropped to the side. It’s like her mind was forcing herself to rest so she can heal faster. Whatever happens… she’ll find a way out of here.
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Marlene wasn’t completely mobile once she’d woken up again. This time she was strapped down on a metal chair. A black bag was over her head. Breathing unsteadily and weakly looked around for any sounds on where she was.
Now she lacked shoes. Her socks. Her favourite navy blue zip-up hoodie. Her hair completely loosened from her usual low ponytail. But only remained in her dried dark grey t-shirt and skinny jeans.
The leather dug into her wrists, but it barely affected her. She heard something shutting and footsteps. Then that familiar whiff of cigarette and cologne immediately got to her.
Tensed when a gloved hand touched the back of the bag before yanking it off.
“Someone’s finally awake now.” He said gruffly and her vision was briefly blurred, but managed to get a good look at her captor after it clears.
Tall caucasian, middle-aged man with a scar on his face. He had some neat big poofy hair swept to the side with a light stubble on his face, although it looks like he shaves pretty often due to the aftershave smell. She couldn’t see his eyes due to those stupid, but nice looking shades he had on. Asshole wore some eighties attire and somehow managed to look good in it.
And in her personal assessment of him: he has to be the most unbelievably intolerant man to be around with. Too confident. Looks like he can’t take a good joke and lies easily that just eventually became a habit for him. Practically committed and married to his job. Morally grey that leans more towards the darker side than the bright side.
So in her understatement… he’s a dick. Great, just great.
“Took you long enough.” He muttered and puffed a smoke before standing in front of a tray of tools that caught her attention. A drill. Scalpels. Unnecessary different types of blades— yeah, you get the picture. So much stuff you’d need to interrogate an unwilling subject.
If this wasn’t a completely serious and unsettling situation. She would’ve had some crude, witty joke prepared to be used by now.
“You were out for days.” He commented and dragged his cigarette on an astray before turning back around to sit in front of her while dragging a stool behind him. “But you’re lucky I’ve had patience for you.” His gaze raked over her vulnerable form. Analyzing her. Seeing if she’d break and spill or rather keep her mouth shut and defy him.
He won’t break me, I’m already broken and no one can’t break what’s already broken. She thought dryly and swallowed hard and kept her face neutral. But it doesn’t mean I’m broken, it doesn't make me weak.
“You’re a tough cookie to read.” He admitted and gave a light huff. “Not everyone has that privilege around me.”
“That had to hurt your tiny ego.” Marlene couldn’t resist commenting with a cold chuckle. “You can’t always get what you want.” She repeated what her mom would always say to her or to someone else who the woman would put them in their place.
He clenched his jaw lightly and snorted. “You’re right. Not everyone can get what, or who, they wanted.” He responded back to her coldly.
“Just like us. I won’t get my freedom anytime soon and you won’t get anything out of me.” Marlene snickered and winced lightly when she realized her rib was still healing and extremely frail at the moment. That impact must’ve had a good effect on some of her bones.
“We’ll see about that.” He stared down at her in an attempt to intimidate her. “You’ll give me something and I’ll somehow figure out the rest of it.”
“You won’t, Adler.” She said blankly.
It appears her knowledge of his name without an introduction had triggered him.
He suddenly stood up and walked to her side. “I should’ve known you were somehow conscious and listening to us three days ago.” The man muttered and grabbed a fistful of her hair to forcefully yank her head back as Marlene grunted a little and gritted her teeth. “You’re too special to permanently damage, so I’ll take it easy on you from now on, Doll.”
Or unless you disobey, I don’t hesitate to use more brutal methods on you from my hands. He didn’t need to say it since his expression says it all.
She hated smelling his breath when his face neared hers. Coffee, tobacco, and a little bit of mint. However her defiant honey brown eyes met his steely gaze through those cola-shaded sunglasses he wore.
“So? You won’t be the first or last to hurt me for shit.” She impulsively spat at his face with a sneering look on her face. “You’re not special and you certainly won’t break me, asshole.”
Then she received one of the hardest backhands from the scarred face bastard for her insults thrown directly at him, but Marlene doesn’t regret saying the truth.
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cornerdreams-txt · 1 year
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alright, since this post about woods having a fuckton of trauma from his childhood got more attention than i expected (even if its only at 12 notes right now), lets talk about it!
woods probably joined the military just to have somewhere safe to sleep and food to eat. he probably never cared about fighting, given his hatred for authority. but where else could he go? not back to his fucking home, that's for sure. so long he can survive, it's fine, because going from a child to an adult on the streets means that you're in survival mode, 24/7. and being military didn't help with that.
because of how children process thing, and how younger humans develop, woods isn't going to know how to relax. how could he? any sign of vulnerability is a weakness and a target for attack, for all he cares/knows. if anything, relaxing and letting his guards down is probably only more stressful to him.
this is why mason is so fucking important to his character, no matter how you see their relationship. because mason needs him as much as he needs mason. to keep mason in check, but also because he's probably woods' first ever real friend. plus, when david is born - considering alex calls woods "uncle woods" when talking about him to david - this probably means that woods was involved in david's life before panama. you know what that means? alex mason gave him a family, for what is probably the first time in his entire life.
frank woods never had a family. he didn't have a stable home, a place to eat, somewhere safe to sleep. he's a tragic, hurt character, and the fact that he's so aggressive is rough is because nobody taught him how to be soft. how to be vulnerable, how to be gentle. and i think that raising david was better than any therapy he could've given, even if it started because, without meaning to, he killed the man who gave him safety - gave him a place of sanctuary - for the first time.
his aggression isn't hot. it's not cute. it's not a funny character trait. woods was so traumatized that - let me restate this - he was never taught how to let his guard down. he physically does not know how to.
i could do a whole other analysis on his and mason's dynamic and how vital they are to each other's character, but that's for another, separate post.
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wolfviolence · 1 year
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sillay adler moment.
im normal about this outfit of his btw. heart emoji
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mctvsh · 1 year
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My second OC, and now in Black Ops Cold War! Bell. Ekaterina Burova (Perseus team) / Jessica Riggs (Adler’s team)
Here I’ve got some old arts and also 3d model made in Meta Human. @onlycodcanjudgeme
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hazard-15 · 1 year
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@shinmiyovvi Here's some old drawing of my cold war Bell oc, Marie (I'm thinking of renaming her as a whole so its subject to change) She's honestly a little goofball who just also happens to be a badass 😌
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shinmiyovvi · 1 year
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Fuck I'm having Perseus brainrot again AAAAAAAA I JUST MISS THIS MAN SO FUCKING MUCH WHY DO YOU HAVE TO DIE ON ME😭😭😭😭
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grim-has-issues · 5 months
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who wants to talk about codbocw?
anybody? please?
lets talk about the implications b/w the relationship between a female bell and adler. lets talk about their dynamic.
what about with the bell and the team?
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krabzyr · 8 months
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Alternative conversation for "I have to ask. How did you get that scar?". 💀
Reference: Funny Looking Mask
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derwingamer · 1 year
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I'm live on YouTube.. check me out and vibe https://www.youtube.com/live/cb4VhUE3JPA?feature=share
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drewells · 2 years
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I got put on a poster #codbocw 😥
http://dlvr.it/SXVNpZ
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nanobyting · 1 year
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" it was never personal. " || 10/15/22 ======== ac: snowfall - øneheart x reidenshi src: cod bocw
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revachul · 2 years
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Forsaken Easter Egg Cutscene | Black Ops: Cold War
- I wil shut down Requiem. Our agents can move on Weaver and the rest.
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