♱ about me: fangirl with too much creativity, she/her, aro/ace, mexican-american, intj, goth (specifically victorian-gothic)/yallternative, visual-kei lover, metal, kpop and vocaloid enjoyer, rural/small town girl who deep down likes country music, likes to play video games (especially visual novels), writer, adores reading & literature, into anything vampire related, art & history, horse girl, certified loser and an oxford comma enthusiast
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♱ fav book shelf: The Alchemist by Paulo Coelho, Valerie and Her Week of Wonders by Vítězslav Nezval, Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen, Eleven Minutes by Paulo Coelho, Mexican Gothic by Silvia Moreno-Garcia, Crime and Punishment by Fyodor Dostoyevsky, Emma by Jane Austen, East of Eden by John Steinbeck, The Judgment by Franz Kafka, Purple Hibiscus by Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie, The Only Good Indians by Stephen Graham Jones, The Jaunt by Stephen King, A Thousand Splendid Suns by Khaled Hosseini
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۶ৎMasterlists
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‗ ❍Horangi's Masterlist
‗ ❍Roach's Masterlist
‗ ❍Ghost's Masterlist
‗ ❍Soap's Masterlist
‗ ❍Alejandro's Masterlist
‗ ❍Rudy's Masterlist
‗ ❍Phillip Graves' Masterlist
‗ ❍Makarov's Masterlist
‗ ❍Nikto's Masterlist
‗ ❍Krueger's Masterlist
‗ ❍Keegan's Masterlist
‗ ❍Adler's Masterlist
‗ ❍Frank Woods' Masterlist
𓆩♡𓆪 COD Headcanons Masterlist
𓆩♡𓆪 COD Headcanons Masterlist (continued)
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♡︎ Price has accidentally broken his promise of going to get checked up by you. It's not like he's doing it on purpose, he swears! He'll just get caught up in making sure his men are okay, debriefing and all these other duties that he'll forget to drop by. Him ignoring your phone calls was the last straw, even if it was unintentional. You didn't have to inquire as to his whereabouts; his men saw you coming and not wanting to be caught in the mess pointed you to their captain. And he doesn't have it in him to even get mildly annoyed when you drag him to your private quarters to ensure no one will interrupt you. No one comes to get him either lol.
♡︎ For Simon you'll stay up extra late at night to wait for him to drop by. You know he's often a busy man and prefers to be attended by you when you've got no other patients in your clinic. But the clock hand moves further and he still hasn't shown up. You know not to be impatient but you snap when Soap drops by and is surprised to see Simon hasn't come by. "Oh, you didn't know?" and then he proceeds to reveal to you the most horrific discovery, your beloved Ghost had a grave injury. Soap steps back as you brusquely give him your thanks and set off to hunt down your man. If his injury was this bad, what could have been so important to keep him from coming to you immediately? Truly, he couldn't have been so petty as to want to wait last minute to get it treated... either way, Simon senses your wrath and decides to stand in place to accept his fate.
♡︎ Johnny knew you'd freak out if you found out he had first gone for a celebratory dinner and drink before coming to get patched up. Which is why he tried to slip into your station pretending he had taken a nap. If he acted like he had overslept due to exhaustion then it'd make sense why he was coming so late... right? "Poor Johnny" was all that Ghost and Gaz could say as they walked away after filling you in on their friend's failed plan. You didn't lose your cool, at least not visibly. If Johnny came in knowing how infuriated you were then he'd book it fast. Which is why you kept your cool and instead set up and prepared for a very long and thorough medical examination. Nowhere for Soap to run if you were the one holding the needle.
♡︎ Kyle really tries his absolute hardest to get treated by you as soon as possible. But things just keep getting in his way! The hard thing about being such a dependable and likeable guy is that everyone seeks him out. He's been dodging people left and right as if it were an RPG level he was trying to pass. Still, you can't help but feel mildly annoyed that he hasn't dropped by earlier; causing you much worry. You go looking for him and he can only do his best to hide the growing smile on his face as you seize him by the collar. Stares at you dreamily as you treat him, and you try hiding the small smile that wants to show. It's really impossible to be mad at this man when he's your best patient; barely grunts or makes any exaggerated sounds of being in pain. You end up making him stay the night on the pretense of making sure his bandages don't fall off. He's more than happy to oblige.
♡︎ Roach knows you care for him a great deal. Countless times you've rushed to his side when no one else has, which is why he was hoping to go to you right away. Until that talkative Soap HAD to get in his way. The grip around Roach's shoulder is so strong he can't slip away, and he mentally groans at the mental image of you waiting for him. It's not long that you're stomping through the halls and spot your beloved Roach prisoner in Soap's hold. No one gets in the way of you giving that Scottish soldier a piece of your mind, which is terrifying to observe, and rescuing your patient. You nearly carry Roach away in your arms and lovely tend to his health in the privacy of your station. Since learning that he missed his lunch with the idea of coming to see you in mind, you even go ahead and feed him. Yes, he's a grown man and soldier but who is he to refuse such gentle care?
♡︎ Alejandro will never admit, for as long as he lives, that he actively avoids getting treated by you. It's like ever since your relationship grew deeper you've grown more comfortable with calling him out on his bad health habits. He'll beg Rodolfo to pretend like he doesn't know anything about his whereabouts when he conveniently disappears during your hunts for him. Of course, a betrayal from a friend is always in order when this happens. Rodolfo tells you anyway and you have a field day looking for Alejandro. You don't even know why he tries hiding anymore when you know all his hiding spots. Oh, and no excuses about being too busy! Your word as a longtime medic carries a lot more weight than Alejandro would like.
♡︎ Rudy will come as soon as you call for him. He's seen firsthand how you hunt down unwilling soldiers and would never deliberately do anything to get on your bad side. Scary enough is when you're holding a needle or administering medication. But he can rest easy knowing that despite your tough exterior built over the years, you can still find within your heart to make room for him. His eyes show nothing but complete trust even when you're sternly giving him directions on how to change out his gauzes. Times when you've been so stressed due to the amount of stubborn soldiers you've treated you have accidentally taken it out on him. Your heart clenches when you notice how understanding he's being.
♡︎ Phillip couldn't hide from you even if he tried. He knows his Shadows will switch sides over to you the moment they find out their commander isn't going to his checkups. In fact, he can't pretend to forget his appointment with you because someone is always reminding him every week, every day and every hour. Also, he can pick his battles. He wouldn't even dream of going against a medic like you who is more than capable of taking down a big soldier if need be to administer first aid. He'd rather be on your good side since you're the one with at advantage with all the sedatives. Whenever he's lingering a little too long you'll walk out of your room to find him and drag him along. He, of course, doesn't protest nor mind that some Shadows stop and watch.
♡︎ With Makarov you can't properly arrange a time for him to come see you for his checkups, especially when it comes to unexpected wounds or injuries. You've probably spent more time wandering the place looking for him than you have treating other patients. With all your years of experience, soldiers BEG to be treated by you, but here is Makarov discarding it. You know that if you bring this issue up with him he'll simply tell you to stay by his side as he moves along. It irritates you that he doesn't care about potentially getting in your way. So, you do what's best and you go looking for him the INSTANT you hear about him getting hurt. He's wearing a smug smile when you finally corner him, because he knew you'd be coming the moment he let word slip that he had an injury that needed to be treated.
♡︎ Keegan swears the injury he got from training wasn't THAT bad, he even "forgets" to take the medicine you've prescribed him. Word somehow gets to you that one of your patients isn't listening to their medic and suddenly you're on a manhunt. Keegan hides but not because he's scared of you or anything. He just wants to mess with you for a little while longer. When you eventually get him into bed (woah not like that) to rest. He's doing everything he can to hold back from chuckling as he sees you so focused on wrapping him up. You don't even know it's the way you furrow your brows or pout that has him watching you so intently. When you ask him how he feels he says in a tone so smug you stop what you're doing to raise a brow, "Oh, I'm doing just fine.".
♡︎ It's impossible to haul König all the way to your clinic. Once you tackle him (he felt as if you just bumped into him) you have to figure out how to drag his big self to get patched up. He's prying your hands off of him promising he's fine and not even in pain. "Just wait until that adrenaline wears off!" you yell and stomp off. He's surprised you gave up so soon but goes about his day until he starts getting drowsier and eventually drifts off to sleep. You come back to find him right where you knew he'd collapse. Pulling gloves and a mask on you realize others might mistake you for trying to get rid of a body. You don't know how to explain you're really just treating a stubborn patient.
♡︎ Horangi should really have some compassion for your poor nerves. But you'd rather die than admit it to that smug bastard. He gets injuries all the time that he doesn't go get patched up. And you always find out when he gets up from bed and the blanket slips off his bare torso and these jagged lines and bruises are on full display. You launch into a lecture about how he should tell you about this and get treated blah blah. Horangi is just waiting for you to finish for him to tell you about his most recent muscle pain, completely discarding what you told him. Honestly, what can you do besides sigh and sweetly plea for him to be more careful. And in typical Horangi fashion he says no <3.
♡︎ Since Nikto got taken care by you for the first time, he's been going a bit more often whenever he experiences pain that he can't solve. But whenever he comes in for a serious injury, you can't let him rest alone. You're "running" into him in the hallways to ask how he feels today, any pain, etc. How strange for a busy medic to suddenly have enough time to leave their other patients and focus on him alone. You've warned him to never miss his follow-ups with you, even though he thinks his injury is fine. And God forbid he misses one because he's seen firsthand how you can drag someone nearly twice your size for not following instructions.
Reader who has a real job and actual bills. Reader who prioritizes her own peace over his feelings. Reader who has hobbies that don’t revolve around a man. Reader who actually has a life outside of him. Reader who says “no” and means it. Reader who isn't easily impressed. Reader who’s petty. Reader who has trust issues. Reader who chooses her girls every single time. Reader who has a body count and isn't ashamed of it. Reader who is exhausted by male fragility. Reader who holds grudges. Reader who’s a mess. Reader who’s mentally ill. Reader who makes mistakes. Reader who’s manipulative. Reader who’s selfish. Reader who’s morally gray. Reader who’s awful. Reader who genuinely doesn’t give a fuck.
König- He said it first... Accidentally. It slipped out while he was waking up from some strong as hell anesthesia. You, being his concerned partner, ran in as soon as the nurses gave the okay. So there he was, lying on the hospital bed, and he was on the verge of tears the moment he saw you.
"Schatz …! Oh, da bist du ja … Ich habe dich vermisst!" His words were a bit slurred, and you had to place a hand on his chest to encourage him to stay down. "Oh, ich… Hehe... I love youuuu..."
When you tell him about it later, he's mortified but confirms that he meant it... He just wishes that he could've done it with more grace.
(Translation: Honey…! Oh, there you are… I missed you!)
Horangi- For someone who loves games of chance, this man was not going to take a chance by saying it too soon. Horangi did not want to come off as some clingy, mushy bastard. Or at least not yet.
So, of course, you had to say it first. It was before a massive operation, one where you wouldn't be by his side. You gave each other the usual 'don't die' and 'I'll haunt you if I die' talk, all lighthearted and nonchalant... Until the one meant to lead your team calls for you over the radio. You gently butt your helmet against his and just go for it.
"Kim... I love you. Okay?" You keep your voice low, only so he could hear.
His brain short circuited for a second, but he managed to respond very eloquently.
"I... Y-you too..."
You're gone (and laughing) before he can correct himself. He might've only lived through the mission out of sheer determination to actually say it back.
Nikto- This man would say it first as if he's said it before. So casual... Too casual.
It catches you off-guard, he was just complaining about how he had to go and clear up some mission details with his boss. His voice goes from soft, to a near growl, bored, and back to soft again... You're pretty used to his mannerisms since he always comes to you with a post-mission rant. You let him ramble a bit while you sharpen some knives, being the active listener he needs.
In the middle of it all, he suddenly hits you with: "You are a good listener... We love that." He pauses, then corrects himself with, "We love you. Anyway..."
You almost slip and nick yourself with the knife, turning to look at him properly. Maybe you should ask him to circle back to that, but he's already enthusiastically going on about something else that happened.
Now imagine the red string of fate being a huge source of comfort in konigs life, right?
At night, when the phantom-sounds of gunshots and screaming get too loud, he curls the string around his fingers and stares at the striking red. On days where konig wants to love anybody but himself, he holds that red and sends it all his love.
A promise there's someone out there who would hold all the ugly, terrifying parts of him and love him anyways. Love all of him.
He doesn't notice when it happens, caught up in the middle of an op. He leaves base with a red string, and sometime between then and returning back it's...gone.
His soulmate dies before konig can meet them.
He...loses himself a bit. Who would want him, who would love him if not you? He can't cope without that red string.
No one comments on the bracelet konig wears constantly nowadays. It's striking red, beads reflecting a deep wine in the sunlight. When he feels stressed, angry, bad, he runs his fingers over the bracelet.
I want to request COD men receiving a heartfelt letter from their lover while they are away for longer than usual (bonus if there's tears from their lover on the letter) (I hope that made sense)
(I apologize if I didn't follow the rules correctly, offended you in anyway, or any words I used wrong 🙏)
𓆩♡𓆪 Headcanon: They Receive Your Letter
THE LETTER, (dated 1862) William Powell Frith (British, 1819-1909)
A man of his age and rank is no longer afraid of showing the obvious symptoms of missing his beloved, and the letter he received only go to amplify those already tender feelings
As he reads your letter over, it's not his voice but yours that resounds in his head, your hand moving the pen over the paper and stringing these sentences together, by the stroke of the ink he can tell on which lines you hesitated and which ones you wrote in a frenzy as if in a hurry to get them out of the brewing of your heart lest they fly away like a winged horse
He only wishes he could hear these words from you, to know what was the look on your face, or better yet to stare into those cherub eyes of yours and forget every responsibility ever, deep in your eyes you reflect what is dear in your heart and with your mouth you speak it
This letter is nothing but a small looking-glass through which he can catch a glimpse of you in
Ghost
A man like Simon who is usually so removed from his feelings when in company of others, feels his heart clench when opening your letter and feeling the now dried paper texture underneath his fingers where your tears have fallen and dried
He always came back, but somewhere within your heart you missed the warmth he reserved for you, and with words you conveyed those yearning feelings in this letter to him
You had not wanted to burden him, your hand hesitating as you wrote out the sentences, but you could not wait for a miracle to tell him how much his presence was missed by you
And he knew that your absence made his heart grow fonder as he lost himself in reminiscence
Perhaps he would not know of this pain of missing you if he had not known love at all, but then his heart would have been torn asunder, in place of those horrid feelings that plagued his early life; a light flicker known as hope warms him when in your presence
He keeps these concealed feelings pocketed alongside the letter; only taking it out to read when alone
Soap
In a previous hc I had mentioned how he would adore writing letters to you, exchanging them like how Napoleon wrote to Josephine at times, in a desperate manner and without pause
Was probably tracing your face with his finger on a photo he's folded and unfolded many times until he hears he's got correspondence, has a faster reaction time than when he receives orders and it lowkey annoys his superiors
If there is a windowsill nearby he prefers to read your letter while next to it, as he softly murmurs your written words to himself and with each line his grin grows wider until his eyes come across blurred ink where your tears have fallen
He can only twist the ring around his finger, fidget with it as his grin fades and a sense of guilt replaces the giddiness his heart had felt moments prior, he had promised a lifetime next to you, yet despite how cheerful and merry you had attempted to make this letter, your tears are inevitable proof of your pain
Gaz
Being incapable of wiping the tears left on this letter by you, he clenches his hands into fists as if holding all his feelings back from exploding into a tempest, his unspoken thoughts he would share with you at the end of each day go unheard
With this bubbling up within him, he has no choice but to shut it away and try his absolute hardest to focus on the little words he has from you, he stares at the letter long and hard as if it were a passionate poem in need of deconstructing and picking apart to examine
Rolling each of your words off of his tongue, he momentarily forgets the longing for you that is present in his heart, but as the words from your letter have been cast in the waters of his heart and sunk in, he feels the weight of your affections added to his
There is a stirring in his chest and if you were there you would see it in his eyes too, he flexes his hand as they become undone from the tight fist they were in earlier, no matter how much pressure he applies the empty feeling of your missing hand in his is still present
Roach
This anxiety carried within his chest was triggered by your absence, the letter you sent felt like a small ripple in a lake of memories of which he longed to submerge in, a flicker of your familiar form would flicker in his mind as he read your letter, holding it dear to him
The wear of the paper made it obvious this wasn't easy for you either, he wished to be by your side more than anything else in the world, if only wishing would grant him his wish of waking up beside you
He reads the letter once, twice, then a third and also a fourth time, after that he keeps repeating the words until he can mumble them to himself as a sort of comfort, but each time he chants your words he'll make sure one of his hands is in the pocket the letter is kept in
Assuring him that this letter is not imagined, you have truly sent it and are waiting for him
Alejandro
These letters he keeps with him as if secret incantations he recites when in his worst moments, he whispers your quiet declarations of love to himself, a beautiful melody in his ears he wishes to hear from your lips in place of his own
Will you call him delusional if he admits to sometimes recognizing your shadow casted on a wall as he imagines you writing this late at night when it's likely you do not sleep out of your heart yearning for him?
But a certain letter from you stays with him more than the others, in this one it seems you've scribbled in a frenzied, feverish sort of way compared to its much calmer and sweeter letter counterparts, the words had risen from your intense feelings at having to wait weeks after week with only a letter from him
For you it had felt like eternity and for him to have to realize that it is him to have caused you such pain, will it is rather unforgiveable and a grave sin on his part
Rudy
Lovers have no chance nor opportunity when it comes to expressing their tender feelings for one another, and in this cruel world that kept you from him, he held resentment for that which kept you apart, until that letter from your arrived
Your simple and honest words had a way of making the aching in his chest harder to contain, especially when he remembered how your eyes showed unshed tears as your parted, without asking him for the impossible you only place a hand upon his chest and your lips on his cheek
He gazes at the sky after reading your letter and is comforted by the fact that while you're at home, you're living and breathing under the same sky that overlooks the yearning of two lovers
Clutching the letter to his chest as he rests under a star-speckled sky, which shines brightly, he digs up memories of your face and voice to lull him into sleep because even if the stars aren't aligned in your favor at this moment so long as he remembers the warmth of your embrace and the sweet enticement of your voice then nothing else holds a bigger piece of his heart
Phillip Graves
He's used and even looks forward to reading how much you've missed him in the letters he receives from you, but it's obvious this letters is meant to convey a much deeper sensation, having unearthed the ugliness of what your reality is without him there next to you for such a long, extended period of time is opening his eyes and making him realize the truth
Haggard is the heart in matters of softness to the point that prolonged strain like this will start to wear even the strongest of patient lovers, you're falling into dark despair and sadness without being able to have him
You've fretted and worried beyond your capacity and your only wish is that these next few weeks that remain will fly by in a flash so that you may embrace his familiar form once again in your arms instead of relying on past sensations which are starting to feel like dreams instead, you want reassurance he is still around and for that he can't think of a solution other than wrapping things up to make it back to you safely
Makarov
A man who is so sure and confident in meeting your every need even when he is miles away falters for a moment upon reading your letter, it is obvious you have exposed your heart to him and that is something his eyes lock on to admire in astonishment
Like a timeless verse, the letter is something he spends a long time contemplating, he knows you understand his position and what being close to him implies for your relationship, yet the heart does not show mercy when not in presence of a kindred partner
Your feelings drift from the letter to his heart and take place there until he comes to understand the full extent how deep your feelings run, doing nothing when alone is frustrating enough for you to want you to spill your every feeling and thought onto paper
Keegan
Received your letter and stuffed it into his pocket, waiting for an opportunity to read it alone, and with barely contained restraint from now having heard you for weeks he tears open the letter and devours your sentences with his eyes as they travel across the pages
It's as if needles were being pinned into the tips of his fingers with the way he so slightly shook, he's got such levelheadedness to be carried away by simple follies
But this is no absurdity of his, for as strong as a man can be, in the soft inside of raw flesh he is nothing more but a thought formed out of dust and longing for his partner at his side
In your letter he can tell you've experienced a range of emotions; plunging headfirst into a strong sentiment of yours for having left you alone for so long, then how much you miss him, and finishing off with a threat of him better coming back
A laugh escapes him, deep from within his chest he can feel that painful affection only you can bring out; even when you're miles away
König
Frightened by the break of dawn which is inevitably to come, he clings to that wish of his to see you and for that sky to break soon, allowing him escape into your embrace, for that lonely sky to wave its' goodbye
You know the duty he carries is heavy and he takes it on with no complaint, you are sometimes pierced by the overwhelmingly deep meaning of this task he has, the resolution you carve into your letter reaches him like a severe flame upon opening the envelope
His fingers tremble upon tracing your dried tears across the paper like fragile scars, so pure yet strong are your honest words to him that they go through every part of his body and settle deep into his bones
He knows that if possible you'd want to share your fate with him if it comes to worst, you can't handle being without him and neither can he, wanting to trace your soft cheek with his rough fingers he attempts to wipe the dried tears on the paper
Horangi
The shrike flies east while the the swallow flies west; what a cruel, tragic separation of lovers that ripples across cultures no matter the era humanity is in, forever a pain that will be felt
Through many bitter days he remembers you, despite his letters to you convey none of that sadness it is still very much a present ache every day is further away from you, missing you in heartache
On one of your many lonely nights you write a letter to him, as your pen makes lines of ink across a page, two lines of tears also fall upon the paper; staining and engraving a feeling more powerful than any words you could've written
When your letter arrives safely in his hands, he internally wishes you would forgive his ignorance for he was not aware until now how much despair your heart was experiencing
You've given your love to him without regret, but while he had a fraction of a chance at controlling his fate, you could do nothing but spiral alone at home, and it's hard for a lonely shadow to form a pair
Nikto
Wishing you could whisper your feelings to the wind and have it carry them to him, you try your best to convey them as raw as possible in your letter to him, hoping this feeling reaches him you relay your desire to the moon
The night your letter finally is in his hands, a full moon is high in the sky and lets a sliver of her light through a window, it is that moonlight he uses to read your letter, it is as if the moon uses her magic and suddenly he has a clear vision of your facial expressions as you write the letter
Time is fleeting for Nikto but your resolution to show him the place you've reserved for him in your heart is strong, it has not yet been a lifetime for Nikto to understand the meaning of being loved but he feels the warmth of your words spreading across his chest
It is a strange, blooming sensation that scatters like leaves and reminds him of spring's reawakening
AHHH! THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR DOING MY REQUEST OF PART 2 Of COD MEN VS PERIOD PAIN SIMULATOR!! ❤❤❤ (๑•ᴗ•๑)♡ I loved it so much, also how did you know I was on my period this week?
Anyway, thank you again for doing my request, you have just made my week so much better. You don't have to replie to this, I just wanna say thank you
(Again I hope you're doing well and you're taking care of yourself, life is hard and trying to find the motivation and ideas for writing a request or something you want while balancing with life is very very hard, post at your own pace or take a break when it gets too much, I hope you stay healthy and safe ❤)
(I'm sorry if this is too long again, I got a little too excited when I saw you did my request. I apologize if I offended you in anyway, or any words I used wrong 🙏)
Thank you so much for your kind words! You have no idea how much they uplift me, some days I get home so tired from work only to get overworked even more with house chores and other tasks. So by 10pm I'm usually fighting to stay awake when I'm trying to write some or try playing a game (which is why I haven't made much progress on my game backlog xd)
I know I've brought up my mental issues in the past and this year hasn't been the kindest to me considering how anxious and stressed I get. There are times I've almost fallen asleep on the road while driving because of how little sleep I get and my mood changes aren't the best either. But through writing I find myself able to face those emotions of mine and do something with them.
I think I've discovered more about myself through this hobby to the point that this doesn't feel like a mere pastime anymore. Even when there have been people in my life who diminish this passion I have for writing, I never plan to completely give it up.
I hope you enjoy the writings I post and most of all I wish to portray these characters as they are so you all (and me included) can find enjoyment in reading about them and their antics.
