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crowdiminico · 1 year

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Dad things Sandman says/does because he's a total dad™ :

He leans on doorframes, crosses his arms and asks "You okay?" when Roach is upset.

Makes sure everyone has eaten breakfast - can't go out working on an empty stomach.

"I'm not talking as his Commanding Officer, I'm saying, as his DAD, I don't think-"

Stands on the porch in the middle of a hurricane, hands on hips and says "Yep, looks like rain."

Takes Nacho for a walk and converses with the neighborhood dog mums (they think he's hot - he is oblivious).

"Ro'... Roach don't- Roach! Oh my god- GARY DON'T YOU EVEN THINK ABOUT IT-"

So many puns. Sometimes he says them ironically, but sometimes he just can't help himself.

"Simon, if anything happens to my kid; I'm going to shove that mask so far up your ass, you'll be able to cough it up. You understand?"

Talks in baby voice to Nacho - because he's the bestest boy, oh yes he is, Nacho is the goodest doggo in the world, oh yes yes he deserves all the treats.

Constantly living heart attack after heart attack because of his and Roach's occupation.

He's Roach's father before everything else - he will always prioritise his son and makes it very clear to the people he works with.

#sandman more like dadman #am i right #sandman is roachs dad and no one can stop me #cod bloodlines au #bloodlines #sandman cod #cod sandman #call of duty sandman #call of duty roach #gary roach sanderson #simon ghost riley #call of duty modern warfare 2 #modern warfare 3 #cod mw3 #cod mw2 #cod mw2022 #call of duty headcanons

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cod-dump · 1 year

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Been thinking about that sandman and price ship the anon mentioned

They were together for a while, and both teams went on missions together often because of this. However they decided to break it off, because Sandman was nearly killed because Price got something wrong. He was scared of losing sandman. They remained on good terms because there was no bad blood between the two, and would sometimes join forces together on missions that required a trustworthy ally.

Price didn't know 'down the rabbit hole' would possibly be their last goodbye.

When Sandman had gotten hit by the shrapnel from the car, Price felt time slow down. This was a mess from, from start to finish. His intel was bad and they’ve lost good men today. But he refused to let one of those men be Sandman.

The fact they got out alive, Price clutching the bleeding Sandman as exfil got them out of there, it was a miracle itself. Sandman was taken straight to surgery to save him, Price unable to do anything but pray to the god he didn’t believe in. He stared at the clock most of the time, anxious and tears threatening to spill. He was such a fool.

After hour a nurse comes to him. He jumped to his feet at the sight of her.

“How is he?!”

“The surgery was a success, he’s going to be fine.”

Price almost cried out in relief.

“I won’t lie to you, it was touch and go throughout the procedure. Someone was looking out for him.”

Price almost looked up at the ceiling but didn’t.

“Can I see him?”

“He’s resting and will probably be out until tomorrow.”

“I don’t care… Can I sit in the room with him?”

The nurse nods and takes him through the halls to the room Sandman was in. Seeing him out of gear, covered in bandages and pale form bloodloss— Guilt wracked him. The nurse directed him to a chair near the bed.

“Let him rest.”

She left them be, Price staring at Sandman. His normally beautiful hair looked dirty, his strong body now looked so frail. Price sniffs before taking the chair and moving it next to the bed. He gently takes the sleeping man’s hand and cradles it in his own, afraid he would break.

“I’m so sorry…”

Price laid his head on the bed, still holding Sandman’s hand, as he cried. He almost lost him. All because of rotten information.

At some point Price fell asleep, head nestled against Sandman’s hip. He wasn’t sure how long he’s been there, only that he was exhausted and in pain from the angle he’s been resting at. Fingers gently comb through his hair and it felt nice, loving. Price’s eyes snap open, realizing only one person could be doing that.

He sits up and Sandman is smiling tiredly at him, “Hey, John.”

Price tears up immediately, Sandman cupping his cheek.

“I’m okay, love.”

Price wanted to crawl onto the bed and lay with him, but he didn’t want to risk hurting him. So he just moved closer and rested his head on his arm. Sandman leans over and kisses his head, trying to joke with him.

“The fact a shitty little Honda almost took me out.”

Price looks at him and Sandman’s face falls, “Too soon?”

“I almost got you killed…”

“Hey, I almost died choking on a pea. I would rather be taken out by a car.”

Price sits up straight, “Sandy—“

“John, it’s okay! I’ve had countless near death experiences, what’s one more?”

“Because you almost died because of me!”

Tears fell down his face and Sandman seems to understand what was bothering Price. He takes one of Price’s hands and brings it to his face, kissing the man’s knuckles.

“John… it’s not your fault this happened.”

“It is! I’m the one who got the intel, who lead us through this-“

“Bad intel happens all the time.”

“But this time almost took you-“

Price stops himself from talking, swallowing back his tears. Sandman just tilts his head before kissing Price’s knuckles again. He then tugs on the man’s arm and coaxes him to lean closer to him. Their kiss was soft, Price melting against him. When they finally pull away Sandman strokes Price’s face.

“I’m not going anywhere. You hear me? It’s going to take a lot more than some shitty Honda to take me from you.”

Sandman kisses him again like he was trying to convince Price of that. Price sighs, pulling away from Sandman before resting his head on his chest just so he could listen to his heartbeat. Sandman puts a hand on his head, lightly scratching Price’s scalp, knowing how much the man loves it when he does that.

“I’m not going anywhere…”

Price closes his eyes, letting Sandman’s heartbeat calm him. Remind him that he was indeed alive.

#price calls him sandy #price x sandman #sandman x price #cod mwii #modern warfare ii #call of duty #john price #sandman cod #cod sandman #ask #thanks for the ask <3

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kenjiro-kun · 1 year

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Stand Alone Stories/One-Shots:

A Man Can Never Rest: Derek is haunted by his past which caused him to get injuried during an ambush. Sandman worries about him, making sure he is taken care of before going off on a mission he may never return back from.

Where are Your Loyalties?: Ex-Russian spy Katrina moves to the United States with her two sons as her husband leaves them to continue his duty to the Motherland, ending their relationship forever. Few years into living in a city, at a bar run by an Aussie Bartender, she meets Janet, a single mother who loves wine that she happened to sit by. Katrina, out of her usually composed self, stares at the woman, which made Janet annoyed. It sparks an unlikely conversation that untimely turned into a friendship. Though, Katrina's ex-husband returns for one last mission: Kill Janet.

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kiwikipedia · 1 year

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Fordo and Sandman would be such great friends actually

#star wars #call of duty modern warfare #cod: mw #sandman cod #commander fordo #captain fordo #the Muunilinst 10 #call of duty #Kiwiki Speaks

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evilwy · 6 months

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Thank you and have a nice day!!

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lazycats-stuff · 9 months

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crowdiminico · 1 year

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Sometimes I feel so out of place in the Roach hashtag because every other post is like 'SoapGhost with Roach as dead ex' or 'SoapGhostRoach' and then I'm over here like 'hehe Roach and Sandman goofy ahh Sanderson family'

TF141 members appear as cameos in my posts - in my house we have two random 10 year old side characters as the main attraction 💀💀

#i spent years reading sad roach #and so i gave him a happy family #let the boy have his fluff!!#let sandman be dadman!!#gary roach sanderson #sandman cod #cod sandman #modern warafre 2 #modern warfare 3 #cod mw2 #tf141 #team metal

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cod-dump · 1 year

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Sandman and Price dated at one point, broke up on good terms, since they still work together

*leaves without any context*

You know what? I see it. I really do……

I’m going to be thinking about this ship now dammit

#call of duty #cod mwii #modern warfare ii #john price #sandman cod #cod sandman #ask #thanks for the ask <3

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kenjiro-kun · 1 year

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A Man Can Never Rest

Character: Derek "Frost" Westbrook (MW3)

Theme: Angst

POV: Third Person

Type: Short Story

Words: 1.6k

Other: Implications of Sandman x Frost

Summary: Derek is haunted by his past which caused him to get injuried during an ambush. Sandman worries about him, making sure he is taken care of before going off on a mission he may never return back from.

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Frost was a silent, obedient soldier under the command of Sandman. Killing the Russians, any hostile in his way to the objective at hand, he was a machine in the eyes of the enemies, but to Sandman, he was a fighting man. He followed Sandman though the streets of Paris, the green toxin fuming around him as he engaged the enemies. He threw the smoke for War Hammer to blast down on the hostiles, seeing the bodies fly and the vehicle destroyed.

“The entrance is up here,” Sandman called out. The GIGN soldier, Sabre, stood across from Sandman as he took the cap off, showing a ladder that led to the sewer. Frost followed after Sabre, the long climb down made his arms slightly sore. As he made the way down, Sandman brought out the device, checking for toxins, but Frost was more focused on the boy in the corner of his eye. He turned his head to see him staring back at him, the more frightening part of the boy was that it was him. He jumped back into the corner as Sandman squatted down to tell him that it was clear to take off the mask, but the detail tore away from his mind seeing someone be cared for huddled up.

“Frost?” Sandman grabbed Frost’s shoulder, calming him. “What’s the problem?”

“Has your friend been infected?” Sabre asked, trying to mind his business.

Sandman ignored the stupid question, showing Frost the device. “No sign of contamination, we are clear on taking off the masks, but we must keep our eyes open. Come on.” He helped Frost, seeing the younger man still in a trance, staring at something, but he couldn’t see what it was. “There’s nothing there, Frost.” Frost glanced at him, nodding his head as he leaned away from Sandman’s hold. “Only one light on, we can't draw attention to ourselves.”

“I’ll lead then,” Sabre said, taking point.

Frost couldn’t get the image of himself out of his head. He wanted to forget his home days, it would be better, if something were to happen to him, he didn’t want to think about the consequences of his death. He tailed Sandman, stopping behind him as Sadre opened the door, going deeper down. Soon enough, the march ended up in the catacombs.

“How many bodies do you think are down here?”

“Let’s hope we don’t end up as one.” Sandman replied to Grinch’s question.

Frost dragged behind, his head aching. He kept himself steady, holding his helmet to calm the pound of his head. He wanted to fall to his knees, but Sadre was surprised by a sudden soldier, shooting him through the metal gate.

“Let’s move forward.”

Frost saw a small glance of hostiles before a flash blinded his vision and his ears rang viciously, worsening his already longing headache. “He’s getting away!” In a second, Frost shot his gun with no intent to kill as he chased down Volk, climbing up the ladder to Paris streets, shooting enemies as Sandman called towards the van. He jumped in the passenger sheet, covering Grinch as he got in the driver. It wasn’t a minute later before Sandman called for his aid in the back.

He took the larger weapon, shooting down jeeps. “S--” He grabbed Sandman, pulling him deeper in the vehicle as a sudden enemy popped out from the corner as Grinch struggled to get the van moving. “Get it moving!” Sandman ordered, quickly giving his thanks to Frost.

“On it!” Grinch replied, pushing down the gas pedal.

As the van continued moving, Frost’s attention was back in the front, shooting down the back tires of Volk’s car. Grinch rammed into the man’s car, and Frost took the moment to kill the solides inside. In the last moment of impact, Sandman got out from the back, dragging the man out from the broken glass of the car.

“Come here!”

Frost watched with little enthusiasm as his head continued to throb. Grinch patted him on his shoulder, seeing the minimum that he could through Frost’s goggles. “You all right?” Sandman glanced at the quiet soldier before letting the knowledge of Volk in his procession. Frost nodded, dismissing the worry from his squadmate. “Okay, no worries, Frosty.” Frost shockingly saw Grinch smirk at the reaction he had. “Lighten up, we got ‘em, everything is going to be okay, for what it is.”

“Enough chat, we need to get on the move.”

“You heard him.”

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In the group of other soldiers, waiting for the extraction of Volk, Frost sat down, resting his head on his hand. He closed his eyes, and against his will, his mind began to rest. The sound that knocked him out were the chaotic laughter of privates, he fixed his posture.

When you fall, you won’t be missed. When he falls, your pain will be even worse.

Frost glanced all around him to see where the voice was coming from, and he saw himself, a boy of the time he wished to never return, pointing at him with a smile.

Frost! Frost! Frost! Frost! Derek! Derek! Derek! Derek!

Frost pushed his hands onto his ears, his leg bouncing frantically. He could feel the cold touch of his younger self from his clothes, and he jerked his body, falling palm first onto the concrete. He pulled himself together, but the one person he wished didn’t witness his freakout, was the only person to come to his aid.

“Frost?” Sandman called to him. “What’s going on with you?” Frost was still focused on his younger self staring at him, mocking him. “Damnit Frost, snap out of it!” He felt himself get jolted back into reality. “I don’t know what’s going on with you, but I can’t be worried about you as well. Pull yourself together, our day isn’t over.” Sandman sighed, pulling Frost to his feet.

“Here it comes!” A man said.

Sandman ran over, and Frost followed him. When the transport came closer, it was soon shot out from the sky, crashing bare meters from Frost. “Ah, shit.” Sandman cursed.

Frost climbed back to where he was, hearing Sandman shout orders. He glanced back at the wreckage and saw the same sinister smile from his younger self. But behind the small figure, a flash was seen and an echo of bullets made all the soldiers pull out their weapons and fall behind cover. Frost wasn’t so lucky, no, he was the target. He felt his body jerk, the pacing of his heart, the sweet adrenaline kept the pain down to a numb feeling, but the blood sweeping through his clothes stated the problem for him.

“Frost!” He heard Sandman. “No, Frost!” Once the threat was seen, more enemies popping out, the soldiers covered Sandman to safely drag Frost from spraying bullets. “Get over here!” Sandman called out for help. Many soldiers distracing, helping the injury that Frost was mentally unaware of in his haze. He knew he was shot, he didn’t know how many times, nor the damage.

“Stay with me Frost!” Sandman watched as Frost could barely keep his eyes open. “Keep them open!”

To the order, he strained himself to do so, for the longest time possible, but in the situation at hand, it drained him. “Shit! Frost! Frost!” Frost fell under the bloodlost, seeing Sandman’s stressed out expression before he was out.

***

Sandman turned his head to Frost, who was sleeping restlessly. His chest was exposed, the bandages tight on his body. Frost, through the delirious struggle, wanted to keep his head gear on. Though Sandman pulled down the cloth that covered the younger man’s mouth. Out of the many injuries Frost has sustained, it wouldn’t worry him, but the hesitation that Frost had when he was shot, it worried Sandman to his very core.

He has never seen the reserved man so vulnerable before. The silent man that was calm, even when bullets from everywhere were raining down on him, he was water that never stopped. It was admirable, to everyone that watched. Now, he stopped flowing.

There was something else on the back of Sandman’s mind. The scars that covered the majority of Frost’s body weren’t from the war, he didn’t want to make assumptions, but there is a reason Frost always asked for his orders. Frost needed them to keep his mind off something else. He didn’t know what the younger man was running away from, but he wished to help rather than distract the bigger issue.

“How is he?” Truck asked.

“He stopped bleeding everywhere.” Grinch spoke up from behind Truck.

“Oh, state the obvious.”

“Enough,” Sandman examined. “We have bigger issues.”

“What else is bigger than the Eiffel Tower falling down?”

“We are called to help out Price.” Sandman told.

“We can’t do that, not with the condition Frost is in.”

“He will have to stay.”

“The last time you left Frost alone he ended up hurting himself. Who’s going to watch him?”

“Gator will.” Sandman said. “When we leave, he’ll be here along with others that will check his condition.”

“Are you sure?” Grinch asked, pushing Truck aside.

“Yes,” Sandman replied.

“Then let’s suit up, huh, Truck?”

“Sure.” He followed after Grinch.

Sandman, before he trailed, walked up to Frost, creasing his face with his finger. “See you on the other side, Frost.” When he pulled back his arm, Frost weakly gripped his wrist. “Frost?”

“S’man.” Frost mumbled. “Where ‘ou goin’?”

“Nothing to worry about, get some rest.” Sandman patted gently on Frost’s shoulder.

One look back, Sandman knew Frost was asleep again, and he made his way out.

He didn't know what today would led him, he knew the risk of his life was death, and that is exactly what he got.

Frost lost his mind in grief.

He lost everything that day.

His younger self still haunting him as he isolated himself from the outside world.

When he falls, your pain will be even worse. . .

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kiwikipedia · 12 days

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Hot COD summer where the 141 and Delta Team Metal go to the beach.

Truck and Grinch are trying to bury Sandman, Roach filled Price’s hat with sand and is trying to put it back on his head. Ghost still has his stupid mask on. Soap fell into a tide pool.

Frost and Yuri are throwing a frisbee. It wrecks Gaz’s sandcastle. Ramirez was invited by Frost. He also is playing frisbee.

Allen is dying face down in the sand (got sun screened and hates sunscreen). Archer and Toad are duking it out via volleyball with Scarecrow and Ozone.

McCoy is fishing. Gator gets fished on accident. Nikolai has to cut the fishhook out.

Overlord was handed a shovel and is now digging the world’s worst and deepest pit.