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local-crying-boy · 21 days

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𝔸 𝕣𝕖𝕤𝕥 𝕨𝕖𝕝𝕝 𝕕𝕖𝕤𝕖𝕣𝕧𝕖𝕕

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Pairing: Hadir Karim x GN!Reader

Genre: One-shot, pure fluff

Warnings: Reader’s gender is never specified, basically a longer and more one-shot-y version of the original/imagine, quite short

Summary: A quiet and peaceful moment that you and Hadir are now able to share more often now that Urzikstan is free from the Russian army.

Word Count: 500

Based on this imagine I wrote a little while ago (but it’s now a one shot yippeee)

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Urzikstan was finally free, after a long fight and the loss of many good people, Urzikstan was finally free. There was no lingering fear of possible attacks or death. No more thought of ‘what if today is our last day?’ Or ‘what if this is the fight that we die in?’.

It was another morning, without the dread of danger looming over both of your heads. You and Hadir were both laying in bed, there was no immediate need for either of you to get up, not yet anyway. Of course, Hadir still was Lieutenant and the both of you still worked under Farah's command. However, neither of you needed to get up, specifically, get up as early as the two of you were up now, which would have been the usual time that you two would get up when the war between Urzikstan and Russia raged.

It was one of those mornings where you couldn't help but feel completely and utterly lucky that both you and Hadir were alive to live another day, that the two of you could wake up in each other's arms once more. Despite everything the two of you had gone through, despite everything Urzikstan had gone through, the two of you were still standing. Surviving. Living.

It was all anyone could hope for, really. To live. To love. To finally have someone to call theirs. A home to go to. A bed to sleep in. Peace.

With your hand on his cheek, your thumb gently caressing the Lieutenant's cheek ever soft and smooth movements, a once rare occurrence when the two of you were carrying burden upon burden on your shoulders. You could feel as his cheeks moved upwards when his lips were pulled into that sweet smile.

"What are you doing?" He had asked with a low and quiet voice, one that was only for you to hear right now.

Your eyes were glancing upon every single detail on his face, every curve and seemingly flawless feature on his perfect face. You spoke innocently, a small grin of your own spreading across your face. "I'm not doing anything."

A simple lie, one that you had told countless times ever since the short time Urzikstan had been free from the clutches of the Russian army. This 'nothing' that you were doing was a common occurrence, a silent movement to observe and appreciate Hadir, the fact that he was still alive. Breathing, and by your side.

"I'm sure it's nothing." Hadir chuckled out, taking your hand from his cheek, kissing it gently. He looked you in your eyes and his other hand went to the back of your head, holding you closer to him.

You shifted closer to him when you felt him place his hand on the back of your head, his fingers entangling with your hair and stroking it gently. "You have no proof I'm doing anything."

He let out a quiet laugh, laying his forehead against yours, causing the both of your eyes to close. "No, I suppose I don't..."

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4me2knowandyou2wonder · 7 months

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Teeth Headcanons for Modern Warfare Characters

this one feels shorter to me but I have a feeling that just means I'll be writing more about them in the future! >:]

Farah and Hadir

Farah and Hadir didn’t have the luxury of dental care during their adolescence (obviously). So their teeth came in how they did and that was that. Hadir has far more crooked teeth than Farah does. He lost both his top and bottom right premolars (the ones right behind the canines) in a ‘swept-under-the-rug’ beating during the first year of his imprisonment giving his right canine teeth space to stretch out and become crooked. As for his left, he lost his upper canine in a fight with a Russian guard at age 19. Hadir has never given his teeth any thought, genetics weren’t in his favor in the straight teeth department before anyway (Fig 1 & 2). His right front incisor got chipped when he was pushed into some concrete too, causing it to look sharp (Fig 3). Hadir doesn’t brush his teeth often, if at all, but he does oil-pull with whatever plant oil he can find, which at least keeps the gingivitis at bay. Lmao!

Farah somehow got away without losing any of her teeth, and they actually came surprisingly straight considering what he brother’s genetics would have indicated. (Fig 5 & 6) She used to oil-pull like Hadir but after hanging out with Alex ‘oh-so-good-at-taking-care-of-his-teeth’ Keller, Farah has taken up brushing her teeth at night (and maybe trying out his Waterpik a few times… for the experience.)

Both Farah and Hadir were able to let their wisdom teeth grow in entirely, lucky them.

(Also, Farah and Hadir both have front incisors that press slightly on each other and are shaped in a way that makes them form a slight v in the front which I, OP, thought was an interestingly similar characteristic that made them look much like siblings. (Fig 3 & 4)!!!! )

So far I’ve been figuring that the character's teeth were just the actor/actress's teeth but Hadir made me realize this isn’t entirely true, compared to his actor (fig 7 & 8) Hadir has much worse off teeth and that makes so much sense for his backstory!

proof for everything I just said under the cut

Fig 1 & 2

Fig 3 & 4 hadir (left) farah (right)

Fig 5 & 6

Fig 7 & 8 (did I mention Hadir’s actor is really pretty-)

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fixfoxnox · 1 year

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Calming (Hadir/Makarov)

Description: Makarov is enraged when he hears rumors spread about his mate. His mate calms him with promises of blood and heat.

Warnings: ABO AU, Violence, Implied NSFW, Discusses NSFW, Sexual Fantasies, Blood kink, mention of biting. Mention of sex in front of a dead body.

Note: As usual I write my male Omega's as essentially just being men with vaginas. Apologies if this isn't your taste.

"I bet if you ask, he'd spread his legs nice and wide for you," the man gave a snicker at the thought and nudged his friends side, "I mean, we all saw the way that he was "helping" Alexei with his rifle. I guarantee it isn't just Makarov's cock he's riding."

Makarov brought his cigarette to his mouth and took a slow drag from it. Anger was coursing through him, building steadily as the two stupid alphas around the corner continued to gossip, completely unaware of his presence, despite his slowly thickening scent. He was angry. He was going to rip them apart for speaking so lowly of what was his. But he didn't rush himself. He let the two men continue talking. He let them continue to dig a hole for themselves.

"I heard he threw himself at Makarov's feet, didn't have anything else to offer him so he just offered his body like a whore." Lies. Stupid lies at that. The thought of what the two men were saying made him laugh, they surely did not know his vozlublenniy if they believed such a thing.

Would he have loved it if his mate had immediately thrown himself at his feet and offered himself so easily? Of course he would have. However, his mate wasn't like that and it was one of the things that Makarov adored about him. His love had a little bit of a bite to him and he wouldn't change that for the world.

"Really? I mean I believe it. Rumor is that he's been flaunting himself around. Alexei said he let him fuck his mouth, apparently he was quite good with his tongue."

Anger coursed through Makarov's chest again, burning so hot that he was sure it was going to be permanently seared into his veins. He was going to tear these men apart and he was going to delight in the feeling of their blood on his skin. And, he thought as he took another slow drag of his cigarette, after he would find his mate and calm his senses by either burying his face in his neck, or his cock in his cunt.

With the thought of his pretty little mate waiting to be ravished, he snubbed his cigarette against the wall. His gun was happy weight in his hands and the weight of the knife strapped to his waist had him buzzing with excitement. The hot anger in his chest demanded to be sated and he intended to sate it with blood.

Makarov didn't bother knocking, he just pushed his way into the room. He could hear his mate talking and, as he opened the door wider he could see that the other was standing over a table, papers strewn about in front of him. He was talking with a few people through the computer, quickly and quietly asking questions in a language that Makarov was still trying to pick up fully. He could understand enough. Something about plans to investigate a soviet missile silo, one that was long abandoned.

He didn't bother waiting or trying to stay out of the way. After all, this was his mate. He would have his attention. Planning could wait, for now he needed something the calm the carefully simmering rage that still festered in his veins.

He moved quickly and quietly across the room before wrapping his mate up from behind. Immediately that sweet scent hit his nose, working through his system to put him at ease. Makarov buried his face into his neck, trying to get closer to the scent, trying to drink it in as much as possible.

His mate was quick to lean forward and tap a button on his computer, muting himself as the others he was talking with continued to speak as though nothing was happening. "Volodya," Hadir's voice was low and immediately Makarov could pick up on the concern that laced it. It was clear that he'd picked up on the anger that was still searing through his mate.

Makarov groaned into his neck, placing a kiss against his skin as Hadir's scent shifted to something tailor-made to comfort him. Something that slowly overwhelmed his senses with warmth and smothered the anger in him. "Saharok," Makarov acknowledged, still pressing closer, "how much longer?"

"Twenty minutes," Hadir answered easily, "are you covered in blood?" His voice stayed the same, but Makarov could smell the rising concern on him. That was no good.

He pressed closer, nipping at Hadir's neck, just over the mark he'd made some time ago, just over the mark that branded Hadir as his and his alone. A sense of satisfaction filled him at the reminder and he nipped at the skin again, running his tongue carefully over the scarred skin that he'd put there. Hadir shivered in response to the touch and leaned further into him, tilting his head just enough to give him better access to the expanse of skin.

"Not my blood."

"I figured," Hadir answered, his focus now less on the computer in front of him and more on grasping tight to Makarov's arms as his mate teased at his skin. Makarov delighted in the scent of heat and arousal that began to lace his mate's delicious scent.

He hummed against Hadir's throat, one of his hand slipping just under his shirt to skim across the skin of his chest. "Killed two of my men, have to kill another as well." the anger that had been simmering in him earlier made its reappearance, sharp and hot and demanding that he toss his mate over his shoulder and let him watch as he skinned alive the alpha that would dare claim to have touched what was his.

Immediately Hadir's scent shifted to comfort him again, answering his anger with an instinctual response. As much as Makarov hated to admit it, his advisors had been right. Taking a mate certainly helped to calm him.

"And why did you have to kill these men?" Hadir asked quietly, his attention a bit more focused despite Makarov's continued tempting attention at his neck.

Makarov gave a low growl at the memory and his grip around Hadir tightened, "They were talking about you. Calling you a whore, claiming you'd slept with one of my men." He paused for a moment before adding, "one of them is claiming to have fucked your pretty mouth."

Hadir paused at the words and, for a long moment, he said nothing. Makarov couldn't read much on his scent either and that fact sent stress running through him. He wondered for a moment if the other man was enraged by his words.

After several moments, Hadir reached forward to tap the button for his mic on the computer. He cut off the man that was currently speaking with a harsh snap to his words, one that sent heat down Makarov's spine. He quickly informed the men that he had something to take care of and let them know that they would speak the following day. With only a few other quick orders, he was ending the call and slamming the computer shut.

From there he careful turned around to face him, Makarov let the move happen, loosening his grip and moving his mouth away from Hadir's neck until his mate was facing him. He was quick to bury his face back into his neck, though, taking in deep breaths of the scent, still trying to read any sort of emotion on his mate. Sometimes he hated how good Hadir was at controlling his scent. It had left him more than a little lost during the beginning of their relationship. He knew his own scent was like a wide open book for Hadir. He could douse the anger and control it in front of others, but Hadir could read him too well.

Hadir traced along his spine, carefully moving until his hand was skating past Makarov's neck to bury itself in his hair. "Volodya," he spoke quietly, his words betraying nothing. Makarov could finally catch a wiff of his emotions on his scent and it was almost overwhelming. Rage, worry, love, heat. "You don't believe these men, do you?"

"Of course not," Makarov answered, his face still tucked close to Hadir's neck. "I trust you. I know you would never do such a thing. I know I'm the only one who can touch you."

Hadir seemed to give a sigh of relief at that and, immediately, he relaxed in Makarov's arms. Makarov hated that. Did his mate really think he wouldn't believe him? Did he really think that he would trust the word of three idiotic alphas over his own mate?

"Thank you," Hadir pulled Makarov closer to him, one of his hands gently stroking through Makarov's hair, carefully undoing any tangles as it went. "My love, perhaps," he seemed to hesitate for a moment and Makarov was quick to pull back to look at him fully.

"What is it? Vozlublenniy, tell me." He pressed his forehead against Hadir's, carefully catching his eyes to watch as his face dusted a red color. He always got like this when Makarov pressed them close like they were now.

Hadir seemed to hesitate for another moment before he offered in a careful but strong voice, "Perhaps you would let me handle this other man? The one who claims to have," his face wrinkled up for a moment before he spit out, "taken me in some way."

Makarov hummed at the words, though the alpha in him fought at the idea. He was supposed to take care of his mate, not leave it up to Hadir to handle. It was an irrational part of him, one he knew his mate hated, but one he found pressed back against the idea.

"Vozlublenniy," he started carefully, prepared to turn his mate down as kindly as he could.

Before he could get any further, Hadir was tugging him down to press their lips together in a harsh kiss. Makarov was quick to respond to the biting sting of teeth tugging at his bottom lip and the tongue that seemed insistent on making its way into his mouth. He pressed Hadir back against the table further, moving their bodies until they were pressed tight to one another. It was near impossible to tell where one of them ended and the other began and Makarov was determined to be even closer.

His hands moved down Hadir's hips, skating over his ass with only a quick squeeze given to the fat there as they moved. His hands gripped tight at Hadir's thighs, tugging at them to encourage his mate to move up. Hadir responded quickly, jumping just slightly to allow himself to be sat on the table. He spread his legs, allowing Makarov his rightful place between them.

Hadir grabbed tight to Makarov's hair then, using his grip to pull the man's mouth away from his own. The action pulled a low warning growl from Makarov's throat, but he seemed unphased. Hadir gave a small grin before pressed forward to peck at his lips. Makarov tried to chase when he pulled away, but he was stopped with a swift tug at his hair.

"Volodya," Hadir's voice was low and teasing and he eased himself closer to Makarov again, moving until their faces were only an inch apart, their breaths mixing together, "let me handle him, hmm?" He paused for a moment before adding in a low voice, "You can watch."

Makarov groaned at the idea, his eyes closing just briefly so that he could imagine what Hadir was proposing. His sweet mate with a knife in his hand, blood staining his skin, a man begging for his life, pleading for mercy that Hadir would not give him.

He imagine after, licking the blood from his mate's skin, pressing him close and sinking his fingers between his slick soaked thighs. He imagined biting at his throat again, latching onto his skin and drawing blood from from him as he brought Hadir closer and closer to his end, close enough that he would beg for release, beg for Makarov to fuck him right there with a still warm body bleeding on the floor in front of them.

He cursed under his breath, arousal pulsing at him and filling the air around them. He knew that Hadir could taste the thick scent of him on his tongue, he could tell by the way his mate laughed. The sound of it sent shivers down his spine.

"Do you want that?" Hadir practically purred the words and Makarov pressed closer to him, desperate to feel all of him as he licked and nipped desperately at his throat.

"Yes," he muttered out, "Yes, I'll let you handle it. I'll let you do it."

Just like that Makarov was shoved away from Hadir's body. He stumbled back at the sudden show of strength from his mate and watched hungrily as Hadir pushed himself off of the table and crossed the room to pick up his knife. It was one Makarov had gifted to him and just the sight of the blade in his mate's hand was enough to have him practically vibrating with excitement, hunger pouring from his body in waves.

Hadir tucked the knife into his belt before starting toward the door, hardly giving a glance to Makarov as he passed. He only called out for him when he opened the door, turning to meet his eyes with a twinkle in his own. "Are you coming, Volod'ka?"

Makarov practically melted at the words. He was no better than a dog as he followed behind his mate loyally, a thick scent of heat trailing after him.

#vladmir makarov #hadir karim #hadir cod #makarov/hadir #hadir/makarov #hadakarov #call of duty fanfic #call of duty

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s-oaps · 14 days

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CAPTAIN PRICE’S DEATH STARE | MWII ATOMGRAD RAID

#captain price #john price #farah karim #hadir karim #call of duty #cod #mwii #modern warfare ii #codedit #atomgrad raid #gifs*

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sleepyconfusedpotato · 11 months

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⚔️ MWII (2022) Character Ages (as of 2022) ⚔️

I was on a character age brainrot back in January and now It's back because of @angelsarewatching so I'm gonna go ahead and post this on Tumblr. Tell me what you think tho and discussions are open!

🐑 Gen. Shepherd - Around late 50s, Pushing 64. I searched it up and apparently, the mandatory retirement age for all general officers is 62, in some cases 64. But if he got into the recommendation list after Brigadier General (O-7), it's allowed to be more than 62. He's a Lt. Gen, so that's O-9. Also, Glenn Morshower (Shepherd's actor) is 64 so let's go with that.

🧠 Laswell - 47-ish. At MOST 55. (Rya Khilstedt is 52. AMAZING BEAUTIFUL SHOW -STOPPING)

🚁 Nikolai - 45 as well. I would go with 48 though.

🪦 Graves - 40. He gives Texan cowboy energy. I just know he's an old dude and is actually older than the rest of the gang.

🛖 Alejandro and 🦂 Valeria - 37. Maybe 38. I don't know at what age someone could make the rank Colonel 'cause that's quite high up the ladder. (They might as well be older than Price. Shit, they might be 40.)

🚬 Price - 37 (Canon) c. 1985.

🐎Rudy - 36. He's been close with Alejandro for 20 years now. Assuming they're bestest of friends and knew each other even before military, Rudy would be around 36/37 as well.

💀 Ghost - 35 or lower. As far as I know, lieutenants are usually young, unless he enlists first before a few years later he went to the Royal Military Academy Sandhurst (RMAS). OR. His preference and efficiency of working alone are far better for use on the battlefield. The higher you are in the ranks, the more soldiers you are responsible for. So the higher-ups might purposefully don't promote him (and he prefers and agrees to it as well) so that he can continue working alone rather than leading a squad. He surely can lead a team, but he's better at doing shit alone. Crazy theory but hey, it's fiction.

🦿Alex - 35 (Alex was a Delta Force until 2013. Assuming he's around 26 when he finally goes to the CIA, that means he's around 32yo in 2019 and 35yo in 2022)'

🔭 Hadir - 33/34 (Canon) 1989/1990. I’m choosing 34 tho since in the ‘Hometown’ mission he was almost a teenager.

☀️ Farah - 30 (Canon) January 12th 1990.

🧢 Gaz - 26 (Canon). The bio says he enlisted in the British Army in 2014. Assuming Gaz finished high school first, he must’ve enlisted when he was 18yo. That means he was 23yo in MW19 and 26yo in MW22.

🧼 Soap - 26 (Canon). He’s canonically the youngest one in Task Force 141. The bio mentioned that his cousin is in SAS and he often time visits the base. Setting aside the fact that the cousin brought a fucking kid to a top-secret base, lil’ Johnny must’ve been like “I DON’T WANNA GO TO SCHOOL I WANT TO BE AN SAS SOLDIER” and he canonically LIED about his age. Apparently, he went in when he was 16 but got caught several times, until finally when he was 18 he got in.

That's it folks! Tell me what you think (｡･∀･)ﾉﾞ

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azucarera-art · 8 months

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of all the ppl to fall for.. smh

#old art #forgot to post this here lmao #cod #call of duty #farah karim #alex keller #hadir karim #faralex #call of duty modern warfare #animatic #azu art

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shadow0-1 · 16 days

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sniper

#call of duty #modern warfare #call of duty modern warfare #MWII #CoD MWII #CoD MWIII #MWIII #blender renders #Alex Keller #hadir's sniper 🙂

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mudgazing · 4 months

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I'm having way too much fun with tiermaker :D

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atlas-likes-writing · 4 months

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RANKS OF CALL OF DUTY!!

To help my fellow COD fanfiction writers with ranks of the military, because (this may just be me being picky) but it incessantly annoys me when someone writes König as a lower rank as Ghost, or Price a higher rank than Alejandro. Hopefully this helps! Reblogs appreciated :)

Also, these characters are not from the same country, so their ranks may be different due to their affiliations. I combined the American and British ranks together for more accuracy. If I'm wrong, please let me know so I can correct myself!

Will be in the format of

Highest rank-

-Rank:

Name, name, name

Lowest rank

Reblogs appreciated!

General:

-Norris

-Herschell Shepherd (it depends but he's also a Lieutenant General in some games)

Lieutenant General:

-Herschell Shepherd

Brigadier:

❌️

Colonel:

-Alejandro Vargas

-König*

-Marshall (the dude who had his muppets on a string /ref)

Commander:

-Farah Karim*

-Phillip Graves*

Lieutenant Colonel:

❌️

Major:

❌️

Captain:

-John Price

-John "Soap" MacTavish (2009 games)

-Viktor Reznov

Lieutenant:

-Simon "Ghost" Riley

-Hadir Karim*

Second Lieutenant:

❌️

Sergeant Major:

-Rodolfo Parra

Warrant Officer:

❌️

Staff Sergeant:

-Nikolai (but the name of his rank is "Senior Sergeant" because he's Russian)*

-Griggs

Sergeant:

-John "Soap" MacTavish (2019 version)

-Kyle "Gaz" Garrick

-Keegan Russ

-Roach

Corporal:

-Krueger*

Lance Corporal:

❌️

Private:

❌️

So, in the span of things:

König > Price > Ghost

Rudy > Nikolai > Soap > Krueger

Farah = Graves

Ghost = Hadir

König = Alejandro

Edit: As some have stated in the comments, PMC ranks do not equate to "proper" military ranks. As such, take what I say with a pinch of salt. PMC characters/characters not in the military will now have an asterisk (*) next to their name. :)

If you'd like me to add to this let me know! Comments or reblogs work :). This'll update pretty steadily:)

Masterlist

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xxfaggatronxx · 17 days

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D-Did someone say CoD characters and their colognes/ perfumes?? Can be used or viewed as Omegaverse, also I don’t really mind if you wanna make these your own headcannons while writing: go ahead! ❤️

Price: Tabaco, Amber, Pepper

Gaz: Caramel, Sea salt, Sandalwood

Ghost: Anise, Bourbon, Cherries

Roach: Lemon, Sage, Bergamot

Soap: Mint, Oak-moss, Leather

Laswell: Rosewood, Narcissus, Lavender

König: Chocolate, Cinnamon, Musk

Horangi: Vanilla, Cardamom, Oranges

Nikolai: Frankincense, Pear, Chestnut

Makarov: Hazelnut, Cream, Clove

Farah: Magnolia, Green Tea, Honey

Hadir: Ginger, Juniper, Tonka Bean

Alex: Grapefruit, Cedar, Amber

Valeria: Rose, Saffron, Coconut

Alejandro: Rain, Cypress, Nutmeg

Graves: Coffee, Spruce, Myrrh

Rudy: Vetiver, Rosemary, Moss

Keegan: Jasmine, Neroli, Tangerine

Logan: Apple, Geranium, Mint

Hesh: Iris, Grapefruit, Redwood

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adlerslittlefirecracker · 2 months

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Alright COD enjoyers, let's talk facial hair...

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local-crying-boy · 20 days

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Not me who made a Hadir Karim playlist because I couldn't find any and had to put matters into my own hands..

Playlist link for those who actually want to listen here

Not like it's a very long one or one that might be very connected to Hadir, just songs that make me think of him every time they start playing.

Here are the songs that are on the playlist:

1. waiting Room (Phoebe Bridgers)

“Know it’s for the better” He stole the gas and used it because he wanted Urzikstan to be free. And “Plus, I know whatever happened to me, I know it’s for the better” because let’s be honest he probably knew he was going to die at some point, and he knew that it most likely wasn’t going to be from natural causes, not with the war he grew up in.

2. Fool (Bôa)

“You and I, born as fools now.” I don’t know what it is about this line, but it hits and it makes me think of Hadir. Maybe because he used the gas, making Farah despise him. “You and I think, think we rule now” this mf became Commander at some point, which just ENRAGES Farah, no?

3. O Superman (Laurie Anderson)

Well, does this song need any explaining? I found this song on a Farah playlist (made by one of my favourite Tumblr accounts, hence me making a post about the Hadir playlist). So if this song makes me think of Farah, it immediately makes me think of Hadir.

4. Love and War (Fluerie)

Love and War, says it in the title, no? Plus, “the truth begins to show”? Him using the stolen gas to save Farah and Alex, but only killing the Russian army and some ULF soldiers (if I remember correctly). And don’t even get me started on “lover, hunter, friend and enemy, you will always be every one of these.” UGHHH it's such a good line and I think that it represents Hadir very well, maybe alongside Farah too.

5. In the house - In a Heartbeat (John Murphy)

Do I really need a reason for this song? It's so good and it makes me think of numerous edit ideas (despite the fact that I give up on editing the minute I open Capcut), just the vibe and sound reminds me of Hadir, makes me think of his whole character development, his story, ect:

6.Forest (Twenty One Pilots)

"The situation's becoming dire" The line makes me think of the moment when Hadir calls Alex to help him get the gas, making it be used and everything kicking off and him becoming the enemy. "And for some reason I smell gas on my hands" well, this needs no explanation. "This is not what I had planned" Although I think that Hadir knew that Farah would have gone against him the moment he decided to use the gas, I feel like he wouldn't expect her to basically turn on him so much that it seemed like she didn't love him anymore.

7.Army Dreamers (Kate Bush)

I think everyone can see why I put this song on here, not only because it is such an amazing song, but also because Hadir is obviously a solider. Also, I know the song's meaning is about a mother grieving her son dying because of war. HOWEVER, the song does heavily remind me of PTSD that soldiers suffer from (more so from the music video where all their eyes are wide, which kinda is like Shell Shock/PTSD), and I'm 100% certain that Hadir, like any other character is CoD, would suffer from some type of mental illness, or nightmares, or grief/guilt from being soldiers.

8. I know it's over (The Smiths)

The repeat phrase of 'Oh mother, I can feel the soil falling over my head" just makes me think of how he died and, in my head, I have an image of him just dead and, well, we know his and Farah's parents are dead. I don't know how to explain it exactly, been staring at this paragraph trying to figure out what the hell I'm trying to say. But it just makes me think a lot of him and his mother, because I seriously get vibes from him that he was a mama's boy before she passed.

9. Advice (Alex G)

"The world is full of fishes, but I trust you" really makes me think of him and Farah, because the two of them would have had to relied on each other at a young age after their parents died and when they were building up ULF and during their time in prison. They would have had a lot of trust in one another, which makes sense with the amount of pure betrayal and rage we hear in Farah's voice when she finds out Hadir stole the gas and then used it. The two of them would have had such an almost unbreakable relationship, not only because they are siblings, they trusted one another and they went through so much, they would have HAD to have trusted each other.

10. Poison Tree (Grouper)

This song alone has so much emotion to it, it ALTERS my brain chemistry. I love this song, so it just meant I had to link it to one of my favourite characters. Which, therefore, means it has a place on the playlist.

11. The Hand that feeds (The Crane Wives)

This song screams Farah, but I feel like it could apply to both Hadir and Farah. Afterall, the both of them are doing a tiring job that is going to both mentally and physically drain them. It's dangerous and they know it. "My papa taught me how to growl, how to bear my teeth and growl", although in the scene where we see of kid Farah and Hadir, their father turns to Hadir and says to 'stay strong for Farah', this is probably one of the many reasons why he does so much for her, even if makes her fucking despise Hadir for what he's done.

12. I wait for you (Alex_g_offline)

"I wait for you" I don't know what is it about the repeated line that makes me think so much about Hadir, about his whole character, but for some reason it really does.

13. If we have each other (Alec Benjamin

The song that makes me, really, think of any two characters that are related. "So I'm thankful for my sister, even though sometimes we fight" the line is more so towards the usual sibling type fights that happens throughout with growing up with siblings, which would easily be able to apply to the two of them. However, it also makes me think about the fact that Hadir still loves Farah and calls her sister, even when she hates him. When he was dying, he even said to her that he still loves her even though she hates him now (something along those lines)

14.Where'd all the time go? (Dr. Dog)

"There ain't no way to sweep up the mess that we've made" I know it says 'we' but I think that Hadir regrets what he did, even if he believes that it helps winning against the Russian army, I don't think he likes that fact that Farah hates him over it and he knows that he can't do anything to fix that, to 'sweep up the mess'. There's no fixing that, there was no fixing that broken trust between them after that.

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