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welldonekhushi · 18 days

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Call of Duty OC: Vasili "Bell" Sokolov 🔔

OLD DESIGN:

NEW DESIGN:

Finally, I came up with my Bell's bio-sheet as well! I abandoned him for nothing, but now I decided to give him some depth and character for good <3

GENERAL:

Name: Vasili

Full name: Vasili Mikhailovich Sokolov/Vincent Stephens

Codename: "Bell", Ворона (The Crow, by the KGB)

Alias(es): Vasya, Vince, Adler's protégé (by Woods), Scary Old Man (by Sims)

Age: [REDACTED]

Gender: Male

Nationality: Russian (as Vasili), American (as Vincent)

Languages spoken: Russian, English, Spanish, Italian, German and fluent in many other languages

Date of Birth: [REDACTED]

Place of Birth: [REDACTED]

Sexuality: Heterosexual

Marital Status: Single

Occupation: KGB (retired), Perseus Operative (formerly), MACV-SOG (currently, but after the true ending he leaves)

Status: Unknown

Universe: Black Ops: Cold War

Faceclaim: Danila Kozlovsky

Song: "Ostrov Nevezeniya" by Andrei Mironov

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Biography: Bell, unaware about his own existence and his past, sought to assist the CIA special agent, Russell Adler on the aim to hunt down Perseus. Every moment that passes, he starts gaining his lost memory back, which makes him question himself about what he truly is. Would Bell choose the right side of history, or choose his own?

AFFILIATIONS:

KGB (Committee for State Security)

General Anton Charkov

Major Dimitri Belikov (double agent)

Major Vadim Rudnik

Lev Kravchenko

Perseus Faction

"Perseus" (leader)

Arash Kadivar

Anton Volkov

Qasim Javadi

The Safehouse

Alex Mason

Frank Woods

Russell Adler

Helen Park

Lawrence Sims

Lazar Azoulay

Aleksandra "Aleks" Clarke R. (@alypink )

SKILLS AND ABILITIES:

Weapon induced: Knife, MI6A1, M60, MP5, Type 63, LW3 — Tundra, AK-47, Throwing Knife

Fighting style: Systema, hand-to-hand combat, a little martial arts

Special skills: Has a good sense of observation and quick to react to the situation, can compose himself in many identities

Talents: Vasily could learn languages easily at a fast rate, even after getting brainwashed, he still retained those qualities within him

Shortcomings: Has frequent headaches, loses focus at times, not very confident when it comes to taking a decision, becomes absolutely dependent on his superiors

PERSONALITY:

Myers-Briggs Type: ISTP (The Virtuoso)

Is aware of his surroundings: Because of his career as a special agent, Bell conceals himself in terms of his personal life in seclusion. Even knowing he's hunted everywhere, he intelligently makes himself invisible from the outside world which makes others difficult for him to locate or recognise.

Works in solitude: Vasili/Bell has always prefered to work alone, but it doesn't mean he doesn't mind going on missions with the team. But, as his habit of being a special agent, that trait normally came from him back in his days when he worked with the KGB.

Observant and intelligent: Vasili was able to survive any sort of situation because of his good observant skills, and his capacity to act quicker. He was able to learn a lot of languages as well, and posed himself in different identities, that made it harder for the intelligence agencies to track him down.

Is reserved and introverted: Bell really doesn't speak to anyone much, unless when it comes to planning or going for missions, he needs to form a sort of communication to keep it lively. He is seen being more comfortable with Mason and Woods, but never felt having a good vibe with Adler. It was odd on his part, but it was going to grow very obvious when the truth would have come closer to any minute.

BACKGROUND STORY

Bell, who first used to live under the identity of Vasili Sokolov, was born in a family who had an army background, where his mother and father, both served during the Second World War, and hearing their stories, it gave Vasili a motivation to support his parents legacy by joining the intelligence — which was the KGB, going under the codename "Crow".

THE KGB ARC [REDACTED]

When Vasili joined the organisation, he showed a remarkable performance as a special agent. Some say he was born to join the intelligence and make the country proud, or he was a gifted child who could learn anything quickly and successfully perform a mission by stealing info or destroying any plans that could harm his country, without any failure. He even pointed out possible mistakes while planning out a mission, and in the end they worked out efficiently.

Sooner or later, Vasili's influence spread all around the world, especially during the Cold War, the enemies of the Soviet Union had a kill/capture on him. "Kill" because Vasili knew too much about them, and "Capture" because, they wanted him to tell everything he has with him, which likely created a risk for the KGB and they couldn't do so. With that, General Anton Charkov gave him the order to "retire" and stay hidden to protect himself along with the organisation. Disappointed, Vasili protested that it was the only thing that "kept him going", but having no choice, the agent decided to leave the KGB, under the General's orders.

PERSEUS ARC [REDACTED]

It was a matter of time, when one was going to collect him instead, realising he was now no longer affiliated with the KGB. Vasili was met with someone who called himself "Perseus", and requested him to join his alliance, since he knew about Vasili from his influence, and promised to give him full security, knowing he was hunted worldwide too. Seeing that as an opportunity, Vasili agreed to join in good terms, directly becoming Perseus's loyal agent.

As he continued his journey in the faction, he had shown his skills again which made Perseus as his most trusted agent, unlike the rest. But, at times Vasili has shown inner conflict towards his ideas. During the moment when he was explained about "Operation Greenlight" with the members, it left a strange feeling within his heart. He tried to protest, but he somehow couldn't refute his superior's words, and decided to acknowledge instead. Vasili had kept showing a remarkable performance, much to Arash Kadivar, one of the faction members, being envious of his relationship with Perseus.

Kadivar lures him to Trabzon Airport, where he takes Vasili, and explains that he didn't want any more "competition", resulting in him shooting the special agent in the car he was present in, leaving him to die and bleed alone. But, sooner or later, an attack situated on the airfield, unbeknownst to the dying Vasili who was growing unconscious every passing minute. Growing lost in his own thoughts, about Perseus that promised him to give him protection from the outer forces, but didn't recognise that his "own" people were against him too, as he questioned his existence at the same time.

SAFEHOUSE ARC

The voices echoed, and the man started to lose his breath.. until he woke up, and found himself in a strange place, where he couldn't remember anything of what happened. This is where, he encounters Russell Adler, a CIA agent who he curiously looks upon, having no idea. Unable to introduce himself, Adler briefed him about his name, being it under the codename "Bell". And this is where, all the very events of the canon game begin from here.

#cod #call of duty #bocw #black ops #call of duty black ops #black ops cold war #cod bell #bell oc #vasili sokolov #call of duty oc #oc #original character #oc biography #original character profile #character profile #my oc #my oc character #vasili bell sokolov

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sunfishsiestalah · 3 years

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Circus Master

#another doodle....#when will i ever regain enough brainpower to make a complete illustration again #wip #i guess #i want to polish this someday #my art #doodle #vadim rudnik #i find it charming that perseus let a dude who just turned 30 #run the the collective's humint op in western europe #yasssss baby we let competency and not age do the talking here in the collective 😘#call of duty #bocw #cod cold war #call of duty black ops cold war #call of duty cold war #reverting back to my old anime-ish art style because it uses less brainpower #headcanon: this man is capital 🅱️ bisexual #because i love seeing cold war male honey traps who love doing their jobs #this headcanon applies to aldrich as well #they're bffs #just ignore the hands. i suck at drawing them #was inspired to made this from flipping through my copy of kotteri's zine #operation red circus

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yunatheintrovert · 3 years

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thief | ABO AU Stitch/Bell & Perseus/Bell

You shifted nervously in your seat, the heavy weight of his stare bearing on you.

You were guilty of the crime...and he knew that.

Finding the little chip at the rim of your coffee mug to be suddenly very interesting, you listened keenly to Perseus’ words about the next phase of the plans, keeping your hands off the cup’s warm surface. You were already warm enough as it was.

Someone probably messed with the thermostat, you thought with a sigh. You were tempted to take your coat off but that would be inappropriate right in the middle of a briefing-

“Are you feeling alright, comrade?”

You blinked, looking up at Perseus at the head of the conference table. Your neck and face heated up, as you smiled sheepishly at the alpha.

I interrupted the meeting, you thought while mentally kicking yourself.

“I...I’m fine,” you mustered out, glancing away. You heard that it was better to not meet an alpha’s eyes when one did something annoying. You didn’t know anything about it. But maybe it’d work.

And then you found yourself staring into one cerulean eye and another milky opaque eye.

He knows, you thought, guilt with a hint of panic clawing at you. Sure, what you did was wrong and eccentric. But you could always replace what you took-

You bit your lip nervously. Becoming a kleptomaniac suddenly in the span of a few days wasn’t something you planned on.

But you just had to-

And it wasn’t like you snuck into his room and stole his hooded jacket from there, right?

You risked a glance back towards Perseus. The alpha had once again resumed his briefing with grand talk of ushering in the new Soviet era with the help of Rudnik’s spy ring.

You glanced at his coat. The olive-green military coat looked warm and practical...

Really you had to get it from Stitch. Otherwise, you’d fall prey to your kleptomaniac tendencies and steal Perseus’ coat.

And that would be death by embarrassment.

You’d rather risk death by Nova-6 at Stitch’s hands.

Granted, if Rudnik didn’t get to you first.

You had stolen his cap, after all.

You resisted the urge to groan at the memory. At this rate, your kleptomaniac tendencies were going to make you enemy No. 1 for the rest of the organization.

Shaking your head mentally, you tried to focus back on the briefing only to find yourself greeted with silence-

...and the heavy weight of stares bearing down on you.

Perseus, Stitch, Rudnik...they all knew.

You opened your mouth to start the rambling nonsensical apology-because even you didn’t understand why you suddenly became a kleptomaniac-only to be interrupted.

“Peaches,” Stitch nearly growled out.

You blinked.

“How much fucking perfume did you put on?”

“I didn’t put any perfume on…?” you trailed off confusedly. You leaned your head to your shoulder, taking a light sniff. Maybe someone tried to poison you…

No, you shook your head. You couldn’t smell anything on your person much less poison.

“Honey,” Rudnik mused out loud with a wolfish smile on his lips. Stitch turned to him with an irritation in his eye.

“It is peaches.” he nearly snarled out.

“Honey.”

“Peaches!”

Confusedly, you looked over to Perseus for guidance. This was usually when he got involved…

Yet the alpha just sat there at the head of the table with...amusement in his eyes as he looked over at the two bickering alphas.

“Should I-” you tried to offer your help only to cut yourself off when you heard a sudden crash and the sound of something breaking-

You blinked.

Stitch had just...thrown Rudnik through a wall…?

‘Why?” You tilted your head, musing the question out loud. Sure, they were alphas and you’ve walked into an elevator before with alphas tearing each other apart without so much as a word. But, still-

This was work.

Besides, even though you were distracted, it wasn’t like Rudnik didn’t know better than to mock Stitch about his eye and scar after what happened last time.

You turned around at the sound of...laughter?

“Roses,” Perseus said with a smile and amusement dancing in his eyes, “And vanilla,” he mused.

You abruptly stood up from your seat with the words excusing yourself from your meeting ready on your lips-

And then your legs buckled beneath you, a shiver of heat wracking through you…

Suddenly a large gloved hand grasped your arm, steadying you as you leaned against it. You glanced up only to take a step back instinctively out of respect with an apology on your lips.

“Sorry-I shouldn’t have done that, sir-” the formality fell off your lips easily.

“It is fine. You look under the weather, comrade.” Perseus laid a hand on your shoulder. You looked away, not wanting to see him or that damn coat of his that just looked so warm and nice-

...your kleptomaniac urges were already acting up again.

“Let me help you back to your room. You need rest, приятельница.”

Your protests died in your throat as you realized that debating about it with him would just mean more time around him and his coat. The determined look in his eyes as he stared down at you and the gentle yet firm grasp of his hand on your shoulder told you everything you needed to know.

You nodded obediently.

It was funny how everything felt in a bit of a haze walking through the hallways of the safehouse back to your room with him guiding your unsteady steps. You noticed how he walked slower than his normal pace, keeping in tune with your shorter steps.

Don’t overthink it, you told yourself.

Perseus was just being considerate to a loyal operative and comrade of his like yourself.

And just like that, his footsteps stopped and you found yourself staring at the door of your room. You breathed out a sigh, both of relief...and a bit of disappointment. It was hard to tell what you felt. But being by him like that felt inexplicably good.

And that was peculiar.

Just like those damn kleptomaniac urges of yours.

“Thank you for helping me to my room,” you said with a sheepishly smile, still looking down and to the side away from him. You weren’t going to risk looking up at him and his damn coat.

“It was my pleasure,” Perseus nearly...rumbled out. You resisted the urge to stare up at him in surprise. His voice sounded a bit different from usual...more like how the others were acting at the moment.

But why?

“Well, I should, uh, go rest now,” you awkwardly explained, opening the door. Although, that was a complete lie in and of itself. You planned on drowning yourself in decrypting ciphers from Crypto AG and the CIA in order to drown out the embarrassment of it all.

His hand finally left your shoulder. You felt a shiver wrack through you. It was strange. Even though he was warm, it wasn’t like you were cold still due to someone messing with the furnace in the building.

“In case you get cold,” you felt a warm weight and looked down to see that olive-green military coat of his in your hands

“I-”

Perseus tilted his head with a smile, “I would be disappointed if you didn’t take this like the others.”

The rest of his words flew over your head. All you could do was register those two last ones.

The others…

Your eyes widened.

Of course, he knew.

Before you could begin a flustered explanation and apology for your kleptomaniac behavior, Perseus leaned closer to you. “I hope you choose mine, приятельница.”

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Author’s Note: So...yeah I wrote out an ABO AU one-shot/ficlet with some Omega!Bell and Bell/Multi content to it. ABO AUs are kinda fun to think about so I might write Oblivious Beta or Omega!Bell again sometime, maybe even a multichapter fic involving MK Ultra and Omega!Bell in this AU. Anyways, this is just something I wrote out at 2am last night and was a neat way to practice some writing. Thanks for reading!

Special thanks to @samatedeansbroccoli for beta-reading this!

#cod perseus x bell #perseus/bell #perseus x bell #my writing #stitch/bell #abo au #Omega!Bell #Oblivious!Bell #some implied Rudnik/Bell #lol yes I just made that pairing #Vadim Rudnik

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samatedeansbroccoli · 3 years

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Lazar: Today is a good day! Nothing can bring me down!

Volkov: Approximately 4.2 Million deaths per year are attributed to air pollution.

Rudnik: There are still multiple genocides occurring around the world.

Arash: The Earth was on average 1.76°F and 0.98°C in 2020.

Perseus: The rate of deforestation between 2015 and 2020 is approximately 10 million hectares.

Bell: Your contacts could get lint on them and you won’t know until you blink and it gets stuck behind your eye.

Lazar: *sobbing* LET ME BE HAPPY FOR ONE DAY???

#call of duty #black ops cold war #bell call of duty #eleazar azoulay #perseus call of duty #Arash kadivar #Anton Volkov #vadim Rudnik #I spent way too much time researching this #broccoligonewrong

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guigz1-coldwar · 3 years

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'Only hope' : New chapter for "Redemption in a Spirit in a Cold War" is out !

"Only hope"

Chapter Summary : Yirina is troubled to have to go back in Cuba and it's worst when Park can't come with her.....

To read it on AO3, click here !

Words : +3400

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Cuba.....the country that I never wanted to come back after all these times and by all the odds, the man who we are going to neutralize named Vargas has to be there in Havana. He could have been in South America, in Asia or even back in the USSR but why it has to be exactly Cuba ? It was certainly going to be bad for me to put my feets back on the Cuban soil but I have no choice but to go there with Garrett : Greta is keeping the prisoner we got from the Perseus hideout in control while Park need to rest for her arm.....it was just me & Garrett.

We both prepared our bags quickly and then, we were on our way to the Tempelhof Airport as our plane, according to Garrett was there for us. It was weird for me to say that Park wasn't there with us in the mission and it was like my first days when I woke up : feeling kind of lost, trying to find her back again and frankly, I was resisting the urge to go back to the safehouse and stay with here but I couldn't do that....there were no step back for me and I wouldn't do that to Garrett, leaving him alone like that.

The flight was going to last at least 13 hours for us to arrive in Havana and since we are leaving West-Berlin at 5 PM and thanks to the timezones, we will arrive at our destination only after midnight with just one stop at Lisbon like we did to go to the New Orleans almost 2 weeks ago. With Garrett, I talked a little during the first hours until we arrived at our first and only stop. As the plane was getting refueled, we were awaiting inside the plane.

"Yirina, can I....ask you something ?" Garrett called me out as I was looking outside through the porthole to see the maintenance crew, refuelling the plane.

"Yes." I said, looking back at him, he was just sit in front of me, I was almost scared by him.

"Why are you stressed to go to Cuba ?" He asked me and I was a little troubled to talk about it.

"I...I can't tell you, Garrett." I replied, almost losing my words in the process. "There's things I can't talk about." I added, redressing myself in my seat.

"Listen, I know but there's things that I know about you." He affirmed, making me look at him with narrowed. "Things that Park told me about."

"Really ?" I breathed

"I know what happened to you with the CIA." He said, sure of him as I was looking at him almost chilling from the inside. "She told me a lot about what she did....she's still feeling guilty about it, you know." I was speechless, looking pale to him as I realize that he was well aware of my real state since a long time.

"It is something I don't want to talk about, Garrett." I admitted, it's still hard for me to mention it and talking about it to someone other than Park....it's really hard. "Park, I'm not blaming her at all, it's just the CIA that I'm blaming for it."

"She talk very nicely about you, each day." He told me with an grin. "You got very lucky to find yourself with her." At this moment, the plane started to move again, meaning that we will have to face the longest part of the flight to get to Havana.

"Thanks...thank you." I put my arms on the armrest as the plane was taking off the airport, putting us up in the skies again.

"Since you came back, you made Park smile again for real." He confessed to me, making me grin a little from it. "You did really had an impact on her that even Greta wasn't able to have."

"About Greta, how is she seeing it ?" I asked as for now, Greta was getting aware that me & Park was an thing and she maybe talk with it to him.

"To say, she was a little disturbed but she's getting over it." He replied, looking away through his porthole. "I'm sure that she will fully understand your relation with Park." He looked back at me. "You know, when Park did her coming out to me, I was impressed by it."

"When did she do it ?" I questioned him.

"She did it in 1976 after an mission in Poland and of course, she wanted to keep it a secret because of the ban in the MI6." He answered, looking at me with an great look. "Only me, you & Greta knows about it."

"Well, some people in the CIA know too now." I whispered, rolling my eyes as he was making wide eyes. "Don't worry, there are good peoples....except the one who the CIA is trying to save."

"Shit, Adler knows about it ?" He spoke to himself before sniffing away as I nodded to him. "That guy is really an pain in the ass."

"I'm seconding that by a lot." I joked before I laughed about it before I breath again, wanting to change the subject. "Anyway, you didn't tell me about who was Vargas precisely."

"Oh yeah." He looked at the table that was between my seat and his seat where the file about Vargas was on, the Greenlight one stayed back at the safehouse in West-Berlin. He opened up the file to make me look at it as I didn't have time to check it. "Name's Sebastian Vargas."

"Former soldier of the Colombian National Army, I see." I said, looking at Vargas records.

"He left the army to join the M-19, considering that the government was corrupt and to fight the cartel." Garrett added those intels that was not in the records "He joined Perseus in 1982, serving as an saboteur before he put himself to work with Stone."

"Guess that the MI6 is looking for him ?" I presumed and he nodded.

"At the beginning of the year, he has taken 4 british tourists hostages in Colombia and before the MI6 could do an thing, he killed them." He clenched his fists, talking about that event I wasn't aware of. "Since, the M-19 itself rejected Vargas because they didn't want to have us on their backs and after that, he stayed in Cuba."

"And now, we are going to track him down..." I cut myself as I put the records file back on the table. "Do you know why he's still in Cuba ?"

"First is to hide from the MI6's sight." Garrett started, raising his left index finger. "Second is because he will tell us who's the person helping Perseus with soviet weapons." He raised his left thumb to me

"So, we try to take Vargas alive." I said and he nodded again.

"I'm sure that the MI6 will be pleased to have his head." He affirmed before looking outside. "We know exactly where he is in Havana and thanks to that, we'll be just in Havana for an day."

"Let's hope so." I admitted, crossing my arms to look outside too....I really want to just be in Cuba for one simple day.

"Now, it's better to have some sleep." Garrett suggested as he get comfy in his seat, closing his eyes to the outside as I wasn't sure to have a sleep in here.

I was trying to not get to sleep as I wasn't feeling so tired now but the events of today even small gave me in an second an envy to get myself some rest and maybe trying to have some peace for the moment. Garrett was very quick to sleep almost 2 minutes after he closed his eyes as me, I was trying to do the same as him and it took me 20 minutes to replicate the same thing from him : closing my eyes, looking at the outside...just needing some peace.....

I was working late at my desk in the CIA safehouse, trying to find something on the Operation Red Circus leaded by Vadim Rudnik, the intels that Belikov gave to us during our mission in the Lubyanka was helping me but since it was nearly 3 AM in the night, these intels wasn't helping too much. I didn't know why I didn't try to bang my head on my desk, looking at all these papers on my desk. I really wanted to do this but I was soo tired to do a thing but also because my nose was hurting me because of Adler's punch one hour ago

It was just me working in here, the other were all sleeping in their beds and my desk was the only light in the whole place to be on. Seriously, I was wondering why Adler wanted me to still work lately and why I had to agree to his stupid orders to stay awake, giving me the impression that I'm the one working with Park & Lazar in here and just Adler watching us like chess pieces he's moving.

Suddenly, I started to hear some footsteps coming from the dorm and I stopped myself to work, wanting to know who it was.

"Bell ?" It was Lazar himself, dressed back in his normal clothes...wearing his favorite 'Burger Town' shirt. "What are you doing here ?" He asked as he moved near my desk

"Working." I replied in a very low voice, sounding just tired as hell.

"You work at 3 AM ?" He raised an eyebrow, putting his hands on my desk. "Seriously, you're telling me you're working at 3 AM ?" I nodded to him slowly.

"Adler asked me to work and I don't know why but I agreed to it." I fully responded, getting some papers back in place with my hands. "Been working since 10 PM on it." I looked away to the coffee machine direction. "Coffee helped to stay up."

"You're putting your work before your health ?" He moved to get sit on Park's chair.

"No but....there's something that Adler has on me....like he's controlling me." I suggested, making Lazar raising an eyebrow "I have....some sort of things telling me that....Adler is dangerous with me."

"We all think of it but we can't tell it loudly, Bell !" He told me with an grin, tapping on my left shoulder "Anyway, you should really get some sleep." He proposed me.

"I don't know..." I put my eyes on the papers I just put back in place. "Why are you awake too ?" I asked him back.

"Oh, couldn't sleep and also because someone was maybe using the coffee machine." He scoffed, making me laugh a little after all these times, him doing it too. "Wanted to know who was the mysterious person who was maybe already preparing us breakfast."

"Guess you got your answer now." I said with a funny tone before looking at him who was looking, curious.

"How's things with Park ?" He questioned me, his left arm on the desk, the other on his legs

"Pretty good for the moment." I started, looking at her desk that was just next to mine. "She's happy with me and I'm happy with her....if we don't count Adler stupid mind." I pointed at my nose. "He punched me after I taunted him about his life, prick wanted me to stop my relation with Park."

"At least, you proved him that you can stand against him." He crossed him arms, leaning back on Park's seat. "I wish that sometimes, I can punch Adler in his teeth....just for once."

"Maybe you will have a chance someday." I claimed before he decided to go up from his seat.

"You're sure that you don't want to go to sleep ?" He asked and I shook my head.

"No, I will be fine." I replied before....suddenly, everything goes to black all around me, I wasn't passing out but everything around me except Lazar was disappearing and I stood up by shock, looking at my hands, trembling.

"Yirina ?" It was Lazar's voice and I looked at him, now wearing his combat suit....the same one from Cuba. "Yirina, promise me." He added, saying my real name.

"Laz' ?" It wasn't me as Bell anymore....something was very wrong in here, I wasn't in that memory anymore before I looked at Lazar with shock and stress in me.....

"Do it for me....take care of Park !"

I immediately woke up with an start inside the plane, sweating by a lot by the memory I just got back....focused on a talk I had with Lazar. I was so troubled, trembling because of it. Since we had to go to Cuba, it's maybe sure that I was going to freak out. When I woke up, Garrett was sleeping and it was 11:30 PM meaning that we will arrive in Havana in 30 minutes. I decided to go directly in the plane private bathroom to get some water on my face to calm myself down.

I looked myself in the mirror, thinking about Lazar....about what happened to Cuba, the disaster the CIA is calling an operation.....and also about me : How I'm still alive after what happened to me ? I looked at my head, at my scar, wondering about how Adler even if he's an monster wasn't able to see that he missed his shot against me on that cliff. Once I was finished after 10 minutes in the bathroom, I returned to my seat, awakening Garrett, alerting him of our soon-to-be arrival.

We arrived in Havana at exactly midnight in an MI6 clandestine runway near the city and soon that I got my feet on the ground that I was feeling weird in me....Cuba, here I was again ! I couldn't remember what happened 3 years ago when we first arrived in Cuba and honestly, I think it was better to think of something else instead of that. With Garrett, we took a car that was given to us and we were on our way to the temporary safehouse we will have : a small apartment in the Barrio Chino district of the city.

Honestly, even if I was no tired anymore and when we arrived in the apartment, I told directly Garrett that I needed more sleep before going to work and he understand, saying that we could only start work in the day. So, I immediatly go into the bed I first see and I was back to sleep again. I woke up later the next day, the May 6th at almost noon due to some Cuban traditional music from an radio in the apartment.

"How was the second round of sleeping ?" Garrett asked me as I stepped out from the bedroom, walking to the table where there were something to eat.

"Better than the first one." I replied, sitting down on a chair. This second round, like he said, wasn't so troubling for me and I didn't have anything that woke me up again. It was still strange to have sleep well in Cuba. "Anything new ?" I questioned him as he didn't go to sleep for the second time.

"I made some calls : we got to meet an 'concerned citizen' at the beginning of the night in a bar called 'Monserrate Bar'" He responded, looking outside the apartment at the streets as the table was just next to an window, I started eating something at the same time. "Since we know that Vargas is in an apartment located just at one street from the bar, it will be easy for us."

"So, it's just going to be us ?" He nodded to me

"The man that will help us will give some means to get to Vargas, don't worry. He's an long time friend of mine." He affirmed to me with an smile.

"You really had a lot of contacts like Park said." I scoffed, making him laugh

"Oh, I know a lot of people around the world." He said with an funny tone, looking at me with wide eyes. "Can say that I'm the friendly MI6 agent know by a lot."

"Helping us by an lot." I admitted before I looked at the satellite phone on the table. "Uhm...Park told me to call her, can I ?"

"Of course, just finish to eat and then, you can call her." He smiled at me, putting the phone just next to me.

I finished to eat my breakfast and then, once I was done, I took the phone and I decided to go back into my private room, sitting in the bed before I started to compose the number of Park's satellite phone slowly because I didn't want to make an mistake in it. I breathed as I composed the very last number before I put the phone near my right ear, awaiting for her to respond to me.

"Helen Park !" I heard her voice through the phone and it relieved me in the inside, pleased to hear her voice, she was very fast to respond.

"It's me." I told her in a low voice.

"Oh, Yiri !" She exclaimed, sounding happy too. "It's so good to hear your voice."

"Can say the same by an lot, Park." I said, looking throught the window of my room. "We arrived in Cuba hours ago but I fell asleep again, I'm sorry for the late."

"It's okay, you called me right ?" She affirmed to me, making me smile. "Which time is it in Havana ?"

"It's noon and it's very sunny." I replied, sounding good, changing from the rainy weather from Berlin time to time. "And you ?"

"Almost time to eat diner and in here...it's mixed between sunny and raining." She scoffed at the end, making me laugh. "So...uhm....how do you feel ?" She asked me, worried

"Well, it's strange to be back here." I responded, taking a sad tone in me. "I...I had an memory with Lazar and it's very troubling." I added, still sad.

"Can...can you explain it to me ?" She questioned me, hearing her getting redressed somewhere.

"It was during an night in the safehouse where he found me at my desk working late at 3 AM but then....something strange happened." I started, my voice almost cracking from telling it. "I was like in a black void with Lazar....talking to me with my real name and he asked me something."

"What did Lazar asked ?" She was sounding worried and curious.

"He asked me to take care of you." I replied in a low voice, moving to face the ceilling. "It's what he asked me to do and that's I want to do : taking care of you." I added, mixed between sadness and sure of my words. "Park, I want to stay with you, to be with you."

"I know, me too." She affirmed. "I'm so sorry that I wasn't able to come with you." Her voice was also cracking about it. "I know that you're in good hands with Garrett."

"Yes, I am." I breathed, looking at the closed door of my room. "Park, I will come back very soon to you."

"Yiri, you will, don't worry !" She admitted before I could hear her sniff. "I will never let you down, be sure of it."

"Thanks Park." I whispered, feeling a tear on my face that I cleaned with my free hand. "We will maybe come back for tomorrow....back to you."

"It's good to hear." She said with an better voice. "Everything will be fine, Yirina !"

"I know, I will do my best for you."

"Listen, I have to go eat and then have some rest for my arm and if you're fast enough, you can get back to me when I woke up next morning, you will be my surprise." She informed, meaning that it was the end of the call, I wanted to last more longer but work needs to be done and I prefer to let her rest.

"I will try my best, Park." I told her, redressing myself to get back on sitting on the bed's edge. "Love you 3000." I added.

"Love you 3000 too, Yiri. Come back quick." She exclaimed before the line went shut, leaving me just alone in my room.

I was so much happy to have hear her voice but sad because she wasn't there with me, probably in our bed in the safehouse at West-Berlin. Once the call was finished, I stayed on the bed, holding the phone in my hands, feeling some tears on my face while smiling with joice.....

I will take care of you for the rest of my life, Park !

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Perseus, probably: You did well, comrade ☺☭📡☢

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sunfishsiestalah · 3 years

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Call of Duty Black Ops: Cold War as vine comps (Part 3 - I really should be drawing my 100+ WIPs right now instead of making this)

Part 1 - The Perseus Collective

Part 2 - The Safehouse Crew

When Stitch was gonna kill Adler for just 30 rubles

When you just wanna vibe to the theme song, make two extraordinary sacrifices and be a goddamn hero till the end but your CIA superior won't let you

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Modern!AU Perbell/Bellseus (Bell x Perseus) ideas

NOTE: This AU idea doesn't reflect the author's political leaning, and the AU is not meant to be taken seriously, so please refrain from making quick assumptions about the author. The concept in this AU is purely just for fluff + comedy purposes, and truly has no hidden agenda whatsoever. The author's sole intention in this AU is to capture the wackiness of the political fandom in social media spaces, especially on Twitter. Please, be civil and kind to others, and have a good day to everyone

Ok instead of your usual coffee shop, flower shop or tattoo shop AU, how about a social media!AU, but make it a little bit political. Not only there's age gap relationship, but there's also clout gap relationship for extra humor 😀 Also I made this fluffy AU because I'm trying to future-proof myself to cope with Perseus' inevitable death in a few years if Cold War 2 eventually becomes confirmed sdgfgshdsjsk

More under the cut, buckle up fellas because it's a looooong one

Perseus 👤

👤 Is a very famous, left-leaning political commentator, media host and bestselling author

👤 Is also a retired military general, so his current career choice as an outspoken public figure really ruffled some feathers in the government's top branches, because he's collected quite a bit of dirt on a lot of them during his time in the service 😈

👤 Also has his own podcast and YouTube channel

👤 Initial Twitter follower count: 800,000+ followers (verified of course)

👤 But his follower count jumped to 950K+ in two weeks after he went on Twitch (through Bell's suggestion) and played video games with other famous streamers and some politicians for charity streams (think casual multiplayer games like Among Us or Fall Guys etc.)

👤 It jumped to 50K+ more in ten days after Bell took a picture of him wearing cat ears and posted it in his account

👤 His tweets always go viral (30K+ likes) at least twice a month

👤 His recent activities really made his peers question his credibility, but he doesn't mind it that much because he's all in it for the clout glad that because of him, more people especially the youth are becoming more aware of the importance of gaining political knowledge, and how it could benefit them, the environment and the future generations

👤 One day, he decided to shave his mustache because he felt like it, and after that (again, a suggestion by Bell) he posted a picture of his clean-shaven face on Twitter, as a heads-up for his fans before he had to go live on a morning talk show in a few days (if it wasn't for the mustache, he actually has Paul Rudd syndrome where he doesn't look a day above mid 40s, when in reality he's approaching 60 in a couple of years)

👤 Turns out, that post went super viral (thanks to the thirsty side of Twitter) and the day he went to the interview on the live talk show it became the most-watched episode in the show's 25+ years of history 😂 (that episode also becomes viral on YouTube, raking in a million views in three days)

👤 Bell actually predicted this outcome all along, and genuinely enjoyed reading, from their couch, all the thousands of people's live thirst-tweets on Perseus while he was on air (there's a looot of tweets asking Perseus to make an OnlyFans account)😳

👤 Now before all of this happened, almost a quarter of Perseus' fanbase was already consisted of thirsty people, but the sudden influx of followers caused the thirsty ratio to go up to 75%, beating the percentage of followers who are genuine fans of his commentaries 😂

👤 Perseus on live TV: *Destroys his debate opponent with facts and logics™*

👤 Perseus back at home, crying on Bell's lap: He called me a mean name on live tv….😢😭😭😭😭

👤 Final Twitter follower count: 1.6 million followers 🤣 (still verified)

👤 Silently prided himself as being ~not like the other boomers~ because of his ease and knowhow with current tech devices, almost better than your average millennial or Gen Z (Bell really likes and appreciates this part of him because they don't have to explain to him what VPN is and how important it is to use it)

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Perseus in his home office: *sets up the camera, lighting and PC by himself for the Twitch stream*

Bell: Oh hey, do you need help with installing OBS and Steam?

Perseus: *gives Bell a stink eye*😒

Bell: Sorry, no disrespect. I forgot that you're not a ~regular boomer~ 😏

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Bell 🔔

🔔 PhD graduate in information security

🔔 Works as a senior consultant in a tech company

🔔 Met Perseus on their campus when they were doing their PhD studies (he was a guest speaker for a university event at that time) and they became close acquaintance in no time

🔔 Has no other social media accounts except for Twitter (Bell's friends forced them to make one)

🔔 But they have always been a lurker without an account in multiple social media platforms for a very long time(for the memes and keeping up to date)

🔔 Initial Twitter follower count: 141 followers

🔔 Mostly tweets and retweets about infosec, cybersecurity and tech stuff (with occasional memes and cat pics)

🔔 Perseus really insisted on Bell using his platform as a means for them to give awareness about tech and cybersecurity to the public, especially about the increasing amount of e-waste in the environment

🔔 Bell doesn't like talking that much, but continues on anyway because they're passionate about the cause

🔔 And so, they became a semi-regular guest on Perseus' bi-monthly podcast show, as a professional giving insights and opinions on the tech and information industry

🔔 Bell has become such a familiar face and voice in the show that some of the viewers and listeners started shipping them and Perseus 😗 (Perseus staring intensely while making 🥺 eyes at Bell everytime they talk doesn't really help them either, they're both on camera and on YouTube live so everyone can see their faces )

🔔 Everytime Bell makes an appearance, their Twitter follower count steadily increase about 1.5K per podcast episode

🔔 But on one fateful episode, an additional guest at that time inquired what's really going on between both of them, and Perseus accidentally blurted out their relationship and also Bell's pet name, much to Bell's dismay (they both have been involved for a while but Bell would like to keep it private)

🔔 Since that episode, Bell's Twitter followers exploded from 15K to almost 30K in a couple of days, but most of that are actually hate-follows from Perseus' more "passionate" fans 😰

🔔 After that, Bell had to permanently close their Twitter DM's after getting few dozen death threats and a ton of hateful messages in the inbox

🔔 Bell doesn't really care about the haters but it's getting kinda annoying when Bell posts something about infosec-related, there's always gonna be a couple of thinly-veiled insults in the replies for no particular reason at all 😅

🔔 Bell, to Perseus: Hey check out this random message I got in my DMs, it says here "I don't know what your actual gender is, but I definitely fucking know that your pronouns are bitch/whore" and I'm like okay??? That's a really funny insult, actually.... 🤔

🔔 They really thought about abandoning or deleting the account, but decided against it because of that account and the podcast, Bell has gotten in touch and made friends with other industry professionals, so they wouldn't let it all go to waste (also their account just got verified recently so heyyoo)

🔔 Final Twitter follower count: 33,000+ followers (verified)

🔔 One time, Bell accidentally retweeted a sick meme on Perseus' Twitter account, while using his phone to browse the platform. But his fans really liked it because they were like ~omg he retweeted a meme, that's so relatable omg what a cool boomer~ so yeah 🤫

Extras: (Don't worry they're all paid very well)👍

👥 Rudnik as Perseus' personal assistant, he handles all the appointments/interviews and other PA stuff

☣ Stitch as the tech guy,he handles all the tech equipments (camera, audio, lighting, editing etc.)

🐍 Naga also handles the tech stuff, but he's primarily the comment/chat moderator, although he lets the horniest and thirstiest comments through sometimes for laughs

A/N: Feel free to change Bell's entire personality or everything on them here because this is just an interpretation of my own Bell. Heck, change the ships, concepts and all the characters in here as well if you feel like it, but don't forget to tag me because I would like to see your take on it too✌ it's free real estate 🏡

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