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mission accomplished.

[a-mason]

"a dear friend of mine used to say: 'you can't kill me.' and fuck it, i'm the same."

"you don't need to know what i'm doing. you don't need to know where i am. some of you know me, but keep that to yourself."

"consider this an open invitation to a conversation. an ama if you will. i'm all ears."

[heyo, it's dog, the writer behind this iteration of alex mason :3

i just wanted to pop in to give y'all some rules:

i'd prefer that no minors interact with this account; as i am an adult writing will be accepting 18+ asks, i do not feel comfortable with minors interacting with me.

an addendum to the previous point: regarding the 18+ asks, i am perfectly okay with discussing kink related questions, however, i am not accepting anything regarding scat, watersports, and non-con.

considering how this is a side blog, i will not be able to follow back under this account.

lore questions are allowed, and encouraged! i've played through most of black ops continuum (waw, bo1, bo2, cold war, bo6) and i love speculating the "what ifs" regarding if mason was to survive, and how it could change things.

roleplaying is welcomed! but do remember that real life holds precedence. if you are uncomfortable with something or you want to change the rp / stop altogether, let me know, and i'll do the same!

anons are welcomed! and if you want, you may claim an emoji to tag yourself, go nuts (within reason) pestering a!

claimed sign offs: 🎭, 🐟, 💉, ♜,

shipping is okay, crack-ship or not! though don't expect a to be easy to woo. you'll have to earn it.

regarding his timeline: it is set during an alternate timeline of bo6, sharing a universe with @r-adler (my new cod bocw ask blog, by the by) - 1992. alex mason, a dead man walking cursed with lycanthropy, works alongside the rogue ops, providing intel, serving as a secondary support.

this portrayal of alex mason will be out of character in some regards, but i will try my best to keep things reasonable - even though this is a large departure from canon.

now with all of that out of the way; have fun!]

[a-mason]

[mason totally would double take at woods when that man is shirtless. and with that being said, time to draw dad bod woods send post]

[a-mason]

[bangs loud pot come get y'all food]

[a-mason]

[mason totally would double take at woods when that man is shirtless. and with that being said, time to draw dad bod woods send post]

[the-earth-is-hungry]

"rough day?"

[ @a-mason ]

(The man sighs)

You could.... say that....

[a-mason]

(The man begins fidgeting with his long black trench coat. His hand more specifically near an opening.)

-

m███ briefly made a face, for a second he wasn't sure which scar the man was talking about. he carefully followed the other's eyes with a slow hand and felt the hard knot of scar tissue. "ah, this?" he sucked in a breath. "well, uh, i got shot. it's just - it's just some stupid shit from back when i was younger. well after my stint here, don't worry."

m███ caught sight of the man's hand snaking to an opening and turned slightly from the other. he shifted a bit, quietly debating on how to navigate this situation. his best bet was a white lie. he didn't have a valid reason to use his concealed carry yet.

"you could say that." he said, tentatively. putting a calloused palm to the seam of his neck and shoulder and another to his hip, he shrugged. "didn't do anything special." (lying was easy for the old dog; he had done it his whole life. his job, for a good chunk of his adulthood, was lying in the name of the good ol' u.s. of a.)

[the-earth-is-hungry]

"Nothing special"? What exactly did you do..? I-.... I don't know if...

(He shakes his head)

..I want to make sure of something....

(He seems more on edge than he was before. If waiting for a response he won't like. Like he's expecting it.)

[a-mason]

the way m███ carried himself told of nothing. no cues, no identity.

visually, he was an every-man: plain - a blank canvas, but his eyes have stared death in the eye far too many times to be anything but. as if immune to death, and stubbornly so.

"a lot of the things i did, i don't got the clearance to tell." he said plainly. "but i what i can say, compared to the bullshit some of my buddies went through?" m███ tucked a hand into his pocket and tugged out a pack of cigarettes and some matches. "mine wasn't all that special." he shook himself a cigarette, and offered one to the man. "you smoke much?"

[a-mason]

If you're the person I believe you to be, let me know how you're doing now. Recovering from what you had to is certainly not the easiest thing in the world. I know coming up with the initial treatment plan wasn't.

(Guess who finally caved and made an rp blog 😔)

- @ask-drsunny

"hey doc, long time no talk, huh? "i'd say i'm doing well. well enough to work at least. i can talk, walk, write and shoot, i only gotta deal with some minor issues. "but, enough about me. what's new with you?"

[a-mason]

...She'll play this game with him until he fesses up.

-

"christ." he chuckled to himself. "they never fucking change."

"good to see that some things don't change. where are you sanctioned currently?"

[the-earth-is-hungry]

"rough day?"

[ @a-mason ]

(The man sighs)

You could.... say that....

[a-mason]

(The man begins fidgeting with his long black trench coat. His hand more specifically near an opening.)

-

m███ briefly made a face, for a second he wasn't sure which scar the man was talking about. he carefully followed the other's eyes with a slow hand and felt the hard knot of scar tissue. "ah, this?" he sucked in a breath. "well, uh, i got shot. it's just - it's just some stupid shit from back when i was younger. well after my stint here, don't worry."

m███ caught sight of the man's hand snaking to an opening and turned slightly from the other. he shifted a bit, quietly debating on how to navigate this situation. his best bet was a white lie. he didn't have a valid reason to use his concealed carry yet.

"you could say that." he said, tentatively. putting a calloused palm to the seam of his neck and shoulder and another to his hip, he shrugged. "didn't do anything special." (lying was easy for the old dog; he had done it his whole life. his job, for a good chunk of his adulthood, was lying in the name of the good ol' u.s. of a.)

[a-mason]

If you're the person I believe you to be, let me know how you're doing now. Recovering from what you had to is certainly not the easiest thing in the world. I know coming up with the initial treatment plan wasn't.

(Guess who finally caved and made an rp blog 😔)

- @ask-drsunny

"hey doc, long time no talk, huh? "i'd say i'm doing well. well enough to work at least. i can talk, walk, write and shoot, i only gotta deal with some minor issues. "but, enough about me. what's new with you?"

[ask-drsunny]

Very little on my end; one of my doctors got a brand new deck of cards in the mail, so everyone's been obsessed. I believe the gambling ring here rivals those in Vegas.

The slew of patients has slowed down a bit, but the ones I do have are the same as always. Denying, downplaying, and deflecting from any lingering symptoms they have. Making my job just that much harder.

[a-mason]

"they're still doing that? what are they wagering now?"

sat at his computer, m████ passed an uncomfortable thumb over his chin. "denying, downplaying, and deflecting" was exactly what he was doing. thankfully he didn't have to answer to her a his doctor.

[the-earth-is-hungry]

"rough day?"

[ @a-mason ]

(The man sighs)

You could.... say that....

[a-mason]

m████ hummed in response, tugging at his linen shirt to keep cool. "paradise, huh? a bit ironic of a name, don't you think?"

[the-earth-is-hungry]

It is.... Everyone here is sick... all of them.... except for me. I know it...

(He takes a shaky breath, voice sounding paranoid)

are... you new here....?

[a-mason]

the older male quirked up a brow. the other's paranoia was evident; prodrome psychosis etched in the man's features. he'll keep that to himself though. better to play it safe.

"sick, huh? some kinda local epidemic." he mused.

m████ sighed a bit. "you could say i'm new. been here before, a long ass time ago, but not long enough to make any connections." (a quick once over and his history with war was obvious: he was strangely tidy; a long since healed over head wound, a lazy eye under it. m████ was littered in faded scars.)

[a-mason]

🎱

[ 🎱 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat kind of future do they crave, and who’s in it ?

"what kind of future i crave, huh? now that's tough. "i know before all of this, i wanted a future where my boy can be safe; he could do what ever he wanted, however he want, marry the love of his life... but now? i don't know anymore. that's still the hope, but the future is... just so bleak. i'd rather stay present."

the future m████ craves for himself doesn't involve peace anymore. all he ever knew was danger and insecurity - from birth to death to resurrection, there was always a level of risk, and now he just craves something to keep him busy, distract him from the warzone in his head, or keep him present enough that he isn't 'possessed.' if there are people in his future, he'd want woods with him; and david far from it.

[the-earth-is-hungry]

"rough day?"

[ @a-mason ]

(The man sighs)

You could.... say that....

[a-mason]

m████ hummed in response, tugging at his linen shirt to keep cool. "paradise, huh? a bit ironic of a name, don't you think?"

[a-mason]

Meow..? Mrrrow..meow meow… purr…

smoking was a new vice m████ had picked up in the recent months; not enough to keep up with the likes of adler or woods, but enough to raise some concern.

he was spacing out when buddy bunted its head into the underside of his palm. he blinked, looked down, then gave the cat a quick pat.

"i'm alright, buddy. i'm okay."

he wasn't sure if he was telling the truth anymore

[a-mason]

If you're the person I believe you to be, let me know how you're doing now. Recovering from what you had to is certainly not the easiest thing in the world. I know coming up with the initial treatment plan wasn't.

(Guess who finally caved and made an rp blog 😔)

- @ask-drsunny

"hey doc, long time no talk, huh? "i'd say i'm doing well. well enough to work at least. i can talk, walk, write and shoot, i only gotta deal with some minor issues. "but, enough about me. what's new with you?"

[ask-woods]

The fuck are those…blocky men?

[unmotivatedartistry]

we are the masonlings please feed us

[ask-woods]

How did you get in my house. Get out

[unmotivatedartistry]

I've always been in your house. I am the rats the scuttle in your ceilings at 2:51 AM each night.

[ask-woods]

I ain’t even awake at that hour.

Time to set out some traps, then.

[unmotivatedartistry]

well. Someone is. it's probably maaason.....

wait. Can you put peanut butter in the traps. Please

[a-mason]

"i thought we had an unspoken agreement to not mention that i'm up at 3 in the fucking morning."

[a-mason]

Dad...

Thoughts?

https://www.tumblr.com/d-mason/785897030390349824/did-you-tell-your-friends-the-secret-that-you?source=share

— @d-mason

m████ cocked his head to the side, scrolling through the brief interaction. since when did woods have a kid?

then he had the following question: would woods be the type to leverage having a kid for a burger town kids meal?

the answer? yes.

"no comment."

[a-mason]

At a free play arcade where its pay to enter, and there's tons of retro games, NES's, Japanese rhythm games, a bunch of cool stuff. No air hockey unfortunately. I can send pics if you want?

"they still have arcades nowadays? sure, i'll take some pictures! send 'em my my way!"

[aedearly]

✎ㅤ. . .ㅤ𝑯𝑬𝑨𝑫𝑪𝑨𝑵𝑶𝑵 𝑸𝑼𝑬𝑺𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵𝑺.

₊˚⊹ ㅤa collection of character analysis/headcanon questions to learn more about your character and your partners'! writing/headcanon prompts requested by anonymous. feel free to edit these as you see fit.

[ 🖐️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat do their hands feel like: soft, calloused, trembling ? [ ☂️ ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they crave touch or fear it ? [ 🎐 ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they have a sound, like a song or voice, that they associate with peace ? [ 🕊️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhen did they feel the safest ? [ 💤 ]ㅤ.ㅤhow do they sleep ? curled up, sprawled, holding onto something ? [ 🦇 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat is a fear they never talk about ? [ 🔒 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat is a secret they’ve sworn never to tell ? [ 🪢 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhen was the last time they broke a promise ? [ 🫳 ]ㅤ.ㅤwho do they feel they owe, but never paid back ? [ 💼 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat do they always carry with them ? [ 🧨 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat’s the quickest way to set them off, even if they hide it well ? [ ⛓️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat does guilt feel like to them ? [ 💢 ]ㅤ.ㅤwho have they never forgiven and never will ? [ 🩸 ]ㅤ.ㅤis there something or someone that, if lost, would break them ? [ 🌧️ ]ㅤ.ㅤis there a pain they refuse to heal from ? [ 🪞 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhen have they looked at their reflection and hated what they saw ? [ 📿 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat superstition or ritual do they cling to ? [ 🌊 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhen was the last time they cried ? [ 🐾 ]ㅤ.ㅤdo animals like them instinctively ? [ 🪶 ]ㅤ.ㅤhow do they laugh ? [ 🫀 ]ㅤ.ㅤwho taught them what love is ? did it hurt ? [ 💭 ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they believe they’re worthy of being loved ? [ 🎀 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat is their main love language ? [ 🔦 ]ㅤ.ㅤwho do they search for ? [ 📜 ]ㅤ.ㅤis there a story they love sharing with others ? [ 🌒 ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they have a dream or goal they have given up on ? [ 🕯️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat memory do they replay when they’re alone ? [ 🌪️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat’s the one choice they regret (not) making ? [ 🧩 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat’s a truth about themselves they refuse to admit ? [ 🍻 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat kind of drunk are they ? [ ✉️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat kind of letter would they write but never send ? [ 🗡️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat is a scar that they have but never talk about ? [ 🕸️ ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they have a favourite lie they like to hear ? [ 🪦 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat would they want on their gravestone but never admit aloud ? [ 🎱 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat kind of future do they crave, and who’s in it ? [ 🌀 ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they have a recurring dream or nightmare ? [ 🍃 ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they feel like they belong ? [ ⚓ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat does “home” mean to them ? [ 🧭 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhere would they go if they could disappear tomorrow ?

[ask-woods]

Ask away, you little shits.

[a-mason]

"Come back, the kids miss you!"

It's me. I'm the kids.

Also...

Happy pride month. 🏳️‍🌈🎉

- @d-mason

a███ couldn't help but chuckle at that. looks like his kid does want him in his life. (he knew that the baggage of his absence was still there; and he could never make up for lost time, but being accepted back into david's life? nothing felt better than that.)

"hey kid! i'll try to visit more often; and if you're up to go hunting, come up to the safehouse. happy pride! - dad"