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kortacqueen · 1 year
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MORE MORE MORE KORTAC INSPIRATION HAS HIT LETS GO
Hutch, my man, is a computer genius
However his true power remains long unknown UNTIL a bet comes around
During one of the team game nights, König loses and is forced to reveal a story about a scar not gotten in the field
He shares a long scar running up his forearm and says it’s from a dirt biking accident, mentioning that there may be footage of it somewhere
He doubts anyone actually saw it since it was only aired locally
Hutch says ‘if I find it, can I show it to everyone?’
König responds (he is a little drunk) ‘I bet you can’t find it, but if you do I’ll owe you one favor AND tell you another story of a scar, just you.’
Time passes and people move on. It’s a while before they are all able to have a full team game night together
Before they can start, Hutch gets them all to the rec room, his computer hooked up to the TV
A long video file ready to play as everyone sits down.
‘I win our bet König’ was the only warning everyone got before Hutch started a video of a 15 year old König dirt bike racing in the mountains on old footage.
Clear as day, near the end battling for 1st, a kid nicks König’s bike and he falls off the hill into the deep mud on his arm
Quickly getting back up, he fights for the top spot. In the final stretch, König passes the kid and flips him off
Then proceeds to mock him while on the podium with his still bleeding arm, gesturing that he’s crying then laughs and points
Safe to say a fight broke out and the footage cut off
Hutch was standing there a little to proud of himself, and he does receive his special story
Out of solidarity, he has not looked at anyone’s search history on base.
Hutch, Declan, Oni, Roze, Zeus, and Horangi are great singers and have amazing range
Stilletto, Zero, and Askel should never be allowed to sing and aren’t banned but they will get glares
All of KorTac are a little sadistic in battle, but there is definitely a range.
Surprisingly König, Stiletto, and Oni are at the top of this list. Callisto is the only one who will force them to stop.
Oni can, will, and has cut off arms with his katanas just to leave them to bleed out
König likes to use a sledgehammer when available, he swings so it hits the enemy’s head but there is usually a wall of floor to meet them.
He has a biting problem too. If you put your hand on or near his mouth he will bite you through the mask if need be, fingers have been lost and König thinks it’s hilarious.
All of them carry a spare balaclava in case comeones is ripped, most often Horangi’s or König’s.
Some of them take medication for many things
Most for PTSD and depression, König for those and anxiety and insomnia (caused by his anxiety and depression)
The man is bad WITH his medication, without it he is so much worse. As an unmedicated kid who needed meds, he would hardly leave his room and would panic attack upon returning
The days that he misses, he locks himself in his room and cries all day
Though one of the lesser religious of the group, Klaus embodies the Christmas spirit the most
Though, he acts more like a demented Santa
Singing carols with twisted lyrics as he completes his missions, finishing with a ‘ho ho ho, and have a merry Christmas in hell’
He gained an affectionate nickname of ‘Krampus’ given to him by Fender and König who grew up with it.
It was not out of kindness or humor that they gave him this name like everyone believes.
To strengthen his bond with the name, he researched several different traditions over many countries with the creature and began to terrorize them all.
Fender and König were terrorized the most and their childhood trauma/fear was used against them.
Declan found this especially funny. You could tell Klaus just pranked them is Declan was seen with tears in his eyes.
Eventually, Fender and König call him Krampus throughout the year, while the rest stick to just Christmas time.
Zeus, although very polite, can be incredibly judgemental.
If someone eats something he deems as disgusting, he’ll scrunch up his face and give this horrified look.
This look has spared no one and made several people cry.
The reveal of König as a Colonel had shaken everyone. Apparently Zero was the only one who guessed right but was under the impression König had no idea how he got there
Which, to be fair, is kinda true
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moongreenlight · 6 days
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Soap (who you’ve never met before ever in your life) being your server during an anniversary dinner with your long-time boyfriend except he took one look at you by the host stand and decided he had to have you. 
Calls you “sweet thing” while he unwraps a straw and puts it in your water glass for you. 
Asks if you’re out with your brother (without making eye contact with your boyfriend) and even after you told him no, he still ‘makes the mistake’ a few other times during the meal. 
Stops over way more than is necessary. Probably has the kitchen intentionally screw up your appetizer so that when you bring it up he can make you feed him off of your fork. For quality control, of course. “Cannae have a sweet thing like you wasting the talents of a pretty mouth like that on something below par.”
Your boyfriend is pissed. Sends back his food twice and makes such a scene that the manager comes over. When he throws accusations of an “overly fucking friendly waiter,” you try to smooth the situation over by saying that everything was fine. Your boyfriend gets so riled that he throws a fistful of cash on the table and tells you it should cover his meal and your ride home. 
Soap swoops in while you’re sobbing at the table. Slides in your side of the booth carrying a scoop of vanilla ice cream topped with an obscene amount of whipped cream and a cherry. Squashes you up against the wall while he coos kind things in your ear. Like he’s reading off a script meticulously chosen to include all of the right things that make you let down your guard enough to agree to let him drive you home. 
“Wouldnae hear of you driving yourself home in this state, kitty.”
And once he finally gets you back to his, he goes in for the kill. Keeps saying the right things, keeps wrapping his arm around you and pulling you right into his side, keeps pushing his face close to yours. So much so that it almost feels like it’s your idea when you- still hiccuping and sniffling softly- lean forward and close the centimeters wide gap between you.
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ilovelosermen69 · 8 months
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Girls when they see a man in uniform
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bluegiragi · 1 year
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sparring practise gone wrong!!! gone sexual!!! not clickbait!!!!
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forestshadow-wolf · 2 months
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The 141 have to go to some ceremony or like an international meeting that involves the 141 or something. So they're all in their dressing blues or whatever.
And the place gets attacked. It's an explosion that throws them all off their feet.
When soap comes too, after what couldn't have been more than a few seconds, his ears are ringing, the world seems like it's moving too fast and too slow at the same time.
He feels himself cough, as he looks around. Things are on fire. He has to check if he's hurt, he knows he does, his hands pat around his torso. Nothing that could be considered pain flared at him as sounds start to return to him.
He looks down at himself, he's dusty and dirty. Ghost is crouching in front of him, saying something, he's just as dusty, the half balaclava looks more white than it does black now.
He feels his voice more than he hears it when he yells "What?", his ears still trying to clear the ringing from his head. Ghost just yanks him up by the lapels, that seems to shake the shock out of him.
Everything floods back to him like a tsunami, then he's up and moving. Shouting orders he can barely hear, hauling officers up off the ground, trying to spot price and gaz.
He's ushering people away from the blast site when he finally spots price, helping a woman out the door and handing her off to someone else.
It's when he's almost reached Price does he start to hear gunfire in the not distance. That is not good.
He finally reaches price, Ghost by his side, having obviously had the same thought as him.
"Where's Gaz?"
Price and Ghost look around, at the very obvious lack of the man. The gunfire is getting closer now.
"You mean you haven't seen him?", Both he and Ghost give a negatatory. "Shit- shit shit shit. Alright Gaz is second priority. Staying alive is first. Got it?"
"Yes sir."
A second explosion rocks the building and one of the inner walls crumbles. SHIT. That is very not good, he thinks as the three of them duck behind a pile of rubble as lead flies into the room.
A hand automatically reaches for the sidearm that's not there. Damn these formal events. Damn them to hell. Old fashioned way it is then. At least most of the people here are trained for combat...
It's hard to say what happened between the three of them slitting up, and when ghost tackles him behind a slab of concrete just before a bullet whizzes past them.
"Solid?"
Price snaps his neck from behind, didn't even see it coming.
"Yeah"
"Anyone found gaz yet?" Price asked
"No sir. Not yet-" another explosion rocks the building and he thinks he can hear something in the walls straining to stay up. It must've been a pre-set charge because they don't hear anything other than more should as more of the building comes down. "Cap. These walls won't hold much longer, we have'ta get these people out. Now." He watches more of the wall buckle and a piece of the ceiling fell.
"You and Ghost get them out, I'll find gaz." The captain growls. They nod an affirmative.
They're rushing the last person out when price finds them, Gaz hauled over his shoulder. He can hear the walls groaning now. They have about no time at all, so he rushes price and gaz out first, then ghost. It's not a moment after he's following that he hears the structure supports coming down, and it'll take seconds for the rest to follow.
It's pure luck, and maybe a tiny bit of skill that has him literally barrelig ghost out as the entire thing collapses.
He lays on the ground panting. Ghost is groaning beside him.
"Okay. It's official. I hate these stupid ceremonies." Ghost laughs beside him.
When he pushes himself up he can see price crouched next to Gaz, everyone else is milling about, thankfully he sees no other threats.
It takes an hour to get contacts oht for air support. But they do get it eventually.
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The debrief was a shitshow. As predicted. They still don't know the purpose of the attack, best guess was that it's might have been a distraction, but no other base was attacked, and they can't find any missing data or servers. Everyone is on high alert about the situation.
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thegnomelord · 4 days
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speaking of a cod apocalypse (i think actually idk i just skimmed over my tl) thoughts on the boys becoming some sort of fucked up mutated creatures?
like they're soldiers, right? and assuming the government sends them out to deal with whatever apocalyptic shit there is, surely one of them makes a stupid mistake that'll cost them their lives. fast forward to them succumbing to whatever radioactive shit decided to live in their bodies, and they're dead but alive? and like... just grotesque things. they're still them, just more brutal and monstrous. maybe their skin is melting off, maybe they're growing another limb or two, maybe they have teeth growing on their head.
anyways, thoughts on this kind of genre???? :))))
(i think itd be cool if like.... some of them merged together, just a mass of limbs and skin :33)
Okay, consider: Horizon zero dawn world, full of killer machines and tribes n shit, combined with the virus from the Prototype (that and darksiders are my fav games of all time tbh) also body horror, specifically the blend of machine and flesh bh, is my favorite shit :Dd this is a rough idea
So like as killer machines were sweeping across the planet, devouring everything in sight and replicating, a disease was created that, it was hoped, would be able to infect and eat away at the metal. But it fails, the virus ends up infecting the soldiers that are fighting against the machines and just, combining the human and machine.
The world eventually goes so far to shit that everything on the planet dies. The war machines become deactivated and some of the machine/human mutants are sealed away in bunkers to be used as experiments.
And just like, the 141 becoming a blend of steel and flesh in the grotesque approximation of what they used to be, able to strip away parts of other machines and graft them to their own forms.
Gaz was the first, fighting on the front lines back when he had foolishly believed the killer robots could be defeated. He had gotten separated when he got infected, the fear secondary only to the pain as his flesh literally melted into the corruptors, bone and muscle becoming tangled in gears and wires until all he could feel were his numerous stilt like legs now scrambled to gain purchase on the blood soaked ground . Turned into some weird metal scorpion bellow the waist, weaponry weighing on his back and coolant full wires snaking across his body, Kyle had passed out from the pain, his body further changing in his slumber to grow skin and eyes over the raw metal.
He woke up deep underground in a bunker, turned into a science experiment.
Price was next. He was a soldier turned scientist, working on a subfunction of the teraforming AI that would work to clear the world of the virus that had unleashed. He was the soft voice of comfort Kyle would listen to when they pricked and prodded him, the person Kyle spilled his heart out time and time again.
It came as little surprise when Price became infected. He had started to feel lethargic and sick for the few days, all of it going unnoticed as no one knew how the virus affected humans. That was until he came in contact with a Plowhorn, that changed him into a bulwark of flesh and metal, a living tank with a heavy crest of horns sitting on his head and thick metal plates to protect him.
Price and Kyle kept each other from going insane, figuring out the worst part of the virus — they had become immortal like the machines, but still felt pain like people, pain muddling their brains when pistons and gears would grind against flesh again and again until it regrew in a different way.
They were finally freed when the people experimenting on them died and the AI released the locks of the doors. They emerged hell knows how many years later, taking the first steps into a reborn world that was still crying in it's cradle.
Soap was amongst the first humans to emerge from the mechanical cradle, thrust into a wild and untamed world full of strange machines, with no tools but his hands. While out trying to scavange some of the metal from downed glinthawks he was attacked by Scrappers, ending up infected with the virus that had been slumbering in the earth. Soap became like the sphinx, glinthawk wings attaching to his back with wires, talons merging with skin and pushing out bone, the body of the scraper combining with his own until he was unable to stand on two legs, forced to crawl on all fours and screech in pain through distorted vocal chords until Price and Gaz found him. They took care of him until he was used to his body enough to soar through the air about as well as he could run across the earth.
Simon was the last, born to a tribe that valued strength and worshipped the machines above all. And Simon is the only one who's convergence to steel has any semblence of thought or preparation. He had spent years hunting Fireclaws, tearing off the intact pieces and pistons after every hunt until the shamans of his tribe deemed him ready to become one of the metal gods. The change was slow and painful, bones melting and hardening around new metal, body getting bigger and flesh stretching to fit the new frame, heavy claws weighing on his muscular arms until Simon had become Ghost.
It wasn't what he expected. What he had done in an attempt to fit in amongst his kin served to further push him away as his tribe worshipped him as one of the machine gods, erasing his name as Simon. It was a relief when he met the others, finding comfort in their disfigured and grotesque bodies that looked so similar like his own.
And then you meet them.
Maybe you're a foolish mercenary that stumbled too far into the wild, maybe you're one of the subfunctions of the original teraforming AI that gained sentience. Either way, you didn't fear them, you tried to talk to them, to get to know them even when every societal law of your tribe deemed them as monsters and demons.
And on one random evening, when they had all settled into a rough cuddle pile, scarred flesh over sharp metal creating enough of a cushion for you to sleep in the middle of them all — safe and warm... It occured to them: you are nice, you are kind, and they want to to stay by their side.
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vithoma · 7 months
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ghcstao3 · 8 months
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au trope of soap and all his dumbassery on a beach contemplating (out loud, to gaz, who is beyond exasperated at this point) whether it would be worth pretending to drown to get the hot lifeguard (ghost) to give him mouth to mouth
soap later getting ghost’s attention but only because he somehow manages to sprain his ankle all because he took a bad step after climbing out of the water, and now he’s wondering how he’s meant to turn this embarrassing circumstance into a way of casually asking Ghost the Hot Lifeguard on a date
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mykelneedssleep · 2 months
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Customary new chapter post, I can't really think of anything witty or interesting to say so we're just going to leave it at that
Metanoia Summary: Three years ago something happened between Soap and Ghost, a week later Ghost disappeared but now he's back at Price's request to join their newly expanded team on a big mission. Soap has to learn to work with a version of Ghost that he doesn't understand, a feeling he's never felt before. Ghost has to navigate his conflicting feelings for the man he ran away from while Soap begs for his forgiveness and argues with him in the same day all while focusing on the missions they're given. Chapter 1 - https://archiveofourown.org/works/53278909/chapters/134831704
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ghouljams · 10 months
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OMG i saw your post regarding the snippets and at this point im taking anything. im a little curious about "The Big Motherfucker" (that felt so silly to type goodbye. hoping this is abt konig because i saw you refer to him once as the big motherfucker with the teeth lol)
That is in fact my fae!König doc! And it is because that's Liebling's first thought when she sees him lol
You wouldn't mind cooking for König so much if he didn't hover over you. He follows you like a baby duck, just a step behind you as you putter around the kitchen. You're not claustrophobic but you would love a little space. You can't even ask him for help after watching him eat a raw chicken leg bones and all.
"Do you mind?" You bump him out of the way trying to open your fridge.
"Not at all," he always sounds so damn pleased with himself, it's annoying. You swear at him under your breath and grab what you need. You nearly knock your head against him when you stand up, he's leaned so close to you while you were fishing around.
You never get used to that. The way he seems so desperate to be close to you, even if you're just grabbing carrots. Desperate enough to keep you on edge with how much he seems to loom over you. It's concerning how many times you've bumped into him because you turned too soon or stood up too fast. Maybe he's doing it on purpose. Maybe you should put a bell on him. At least then you'd be able to hear when he was close.
As it stands you just have to feel for the way your hair stands on end when he's just on the edge of pressing against you. Always waiting to feel him touch you, or speak, just so that creeping sensation of his phantom touch will leave you alone.
König runs his tongue along his teeth, grazing their sharp edges to try and take the edge off his urge to bite. Not yet, he thinks staring down at you --you handle a knife so well, he wonders what else your hands can do-- but soon.
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sergeantwoods · 2 months
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gaz : if i had a penny for every time i fell out of a helicopter, i'd have two, which is kinda funny.
soap :
soap : and you said, you're not afraid of helicopters ?
gaz : nope !
soap, mumbling : not yet, anyway ...
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flowerboy4eva · 4 months
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loth-moth · 9 months
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Call Of Duty: Modern Warfare 2 (2022)
KorTac Operators - Default Skins and In Game Biographies.
For all your creative/curious needs.
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All images, characters and writing belong to Infinity Ward and Activision. I've simply edited them down to full cards for the sake of accessibility. Enjoy <3.
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cass-the-mess · 10 months
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Alexa play Fragile by Tech N9ne
(Chapter 11 of Callsign: Zero is in the works folks and we're turning up the angst in this one xoxox)
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dragon-watcher03 · 6 months
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Bros, stop following me. I'm almost at 200 and I can't write a special rn. But if I do hit 200 during November, then I'll release a special after the 1st of December.
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amongthe141 · 1 year
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Shadow Merc- Chuy
First bundle purchase of season 2 MW2...my guy Chuy! It's giving me Mortal Combat Subzero feels and I'm HERE for it.
Season 2 is such a beautiful themed season.
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