My name's Eddie (or Das for those who know), and I enjoy writing and art (tho I never post art on Tumblr.) Anyway, here is my intro and my request board for asks. I've taken away some of the characters I'll write for because they were never really requested.
So I mainly write Call fo Duty stuff and you'll see that as you tour my blog posts. I mainly write for Modern Warfare (reboot or OG but mainly reboot as that's what I've played) but I can give other cod characters a shot if you truly want them!
List of the most popular ones/ones I do the most:
Any of the 141 (Price, Ghost, Gaz, Soap, etc.)
Any 141 adjacent characters (Farah, Alex, Nikolai, etc.)
Kortac (König is probably the best, but I can attempt some of the others if you're interested)
You can request any other characters and I can't certainly give it a shot.
Also, I write gender-neutral by default if you're requesting an x reader. However, I will do Ghost x Soap as well as Canon x OC (but you must give me something to work with or if I know you, just drop the name and I'll give it my best shot).
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“How about I pour you a glass on the house, you look a hit worked up. Something bothering you?” Price startles at the voice coming from beside him. He'd been so out of it he didn't realize the Bartender had gone down the line and reached him at the end already.
“Ah. Yeah. Just some work stuff.” Price sniffs and rubs at his nose before clearing this throat. “Being in charge of men who don't want to listen, for better or worse. Love the boys, but sometimes they make me do much more paperwork than necessary.”
“Military yeah?”
“How'd you tell?”
The Bartender chuckles and shakes their head before placing a glass on the counter from behind the bar. “You're wearing a shirt that says Captain John Price on the breast pocket. Made some assumptions because you didn't look like you played on a sports team. Only one other captain I could think of.”
Price looks down at his shirt, totally forgetting he'd thrown on the blasted thing. It was all he had left in his drawer that wasn't in the laundry basket. “Seems so. If you're still thinking about letting me have that drink, I might have to take you up on it. Seems I've gone and embarrassed myself.”
The bartender lets out a bark of laugWhat'and bangs their hand on the bar top twice before snorting. They shake their head and scoot the glass toward Price. “What're we feeling today, Captain?”
“Hate to admit it to the bastard I'm annoyed with, but in the spirit of my anger hit me with a scotch. Neat preferably.”
The Bartender winks and crouches blow the counter for a few seconds before popping back up. He begins pouring the drink with a laugh. “My kinda man, it seems. Anything else I can get for the Captain?”
Price seems to think for a moment before smiling, his mustache riding up with the movement. “Your number, maybe? Here I went and embarrassed myself once, hoping that's enough for this interaction.”
The bartender laughs and taps the counter again. “I'll see about it, Captain.”
Price watches the bartender move away and begin serving the others at the bar once again, he continues to sip at his drink with a sigh. Worth a shot, regardless.
Eventually, the end of his bar trip comes to an end and he waves for his tab. He had gotten a few refills throughout the evening after the first glass was poured. The Bartender from before slides his tab over to him to sign off on it and written on it is a scribbled out number followed by a smiley face with a note reading ‘Don't worry about it. I paid. Hope to talk more, Captain.’
Price looks up from the paper to see the bartender send a wink his way with a smile before turning around to continue serving. He carefully tucks the paper into his wallet while leaving a generous tip. He wasn't about to let the other get away with nothing after all, cheeky bastard.
As always, requests are open. Also if you'd like to pop in and chat about cod, here's my discord server :)
Check out the CoD Squad (Military Propaganda) community on Discord – hang out with 50 other members and enjoy free voice and text chat.
“What do you think about ordering out?” You ask as you rummage through your various storage locations within your kitchen and find out you don't have a single thing.
“You have that chicken in the fridge, just do that.” Simon sets his book down on his leg and looks over toward you. “It needs to be fixed anyway, I don't want it to go bad.”
You deeply sigh, open the fridge, and grab the chicken to examine it. “Don't have anything else to go with it.”
“I can handle the chicken while you fix that broccoli in the freezer. I think we have some of those instant potatoes somewhere.” The man stands with a grunt after placing his book to the side. He joins you in the kitchen by washing his hands and snatching the package of chicken from you. While placing it on the counter, he crouches down to grab a pan from the cupboard. Ceasing Simon turns to look at you with an eseoerated look on his face before it quickly turns into a smile. “Can’t resist anything, can you?”
“Absolutely not.” You pat his back and move around him to grab whatever it is you needed from the freezer. Being in charge of frozen broccoli was a very important mission after all.
Once the bag of broccoli was placed in the microwave and the timer was counting down, you began to hunt the kitchen for the bag of instant potatoes that was promised. Sneaking by Simon, not without another tap to his rear, you eventually find the bag of instant mashed potatoes that luckily was still in date. While the broccoli was microwaving, you began the process of standing next to Simon at the stove to boil the water. Eventually, he knocks his hip into your own and wraps an arm around your shoulders to pull you close to his side. Simon presses a kiss into your hairline, which gives you enough of a chance to sneak another rear tap.
With minimal damage to each of your prides, the meal was eventually created and the table was set. As you were placing down plates and silverware for the both of you, Simon had disappeared into the depths of the house in search of something. When asked, he simply told you not to break anything and snuck down the hallway.
As you began scooping out serving for the both of you, Simon returned while holding something behind his back. As he steps closer, you tug his arm to reveal the hidden item. The item turned out to be a very basic-looking candle, with no label to even suggest it was scented, but that wasn’t what truly mattered. He flicked a lighter out of his pocket and lit it. After carefully lighting the candle, he placed it in the middle of the table with a bashful smile. Tossing the lighter on the kitchen counter, he sat down in his chosen spot with a grin. “I can’t believe we didn’t manage to burn anything. It truly smells nice.”
“We had plenty of fun making it together, so even if it did turn out terrible, the journey we had along the way was worth much more than a tasty dinner.”
“Very cheesy, but I agree. Even if you got more than a few smacks of my arse thrown in there in an attempt to distract me.”
“You don't talk about your family much.” König seemed a bit confused as he looked over at the man beside him on the train. The two were packed together in a rather small seat, well the seat was average sized but König was a fair share above average. Nolan wasn't all that small either, at least broadly.
“Soap talks about them enough that I don't feel the need to.” Nolan rolls his head to the side, his neck popping, to look at König.
“Ja. Soap speaks of his family, but you never speak of yours.”
Nolan blinks slowly before furrowing his eyebrows. The Scot sits up in his seat and turns his body to face König. “Are you serious?”
“Of Course I am. I just assumed you had ill will toward your family, but we’re currently on a train to see them so that didn't seem to add up in my mind.”
Nolan snorted and leaned back in his chair with a thud, he was starting to get restless. His skin felt like it was thumping and he'd picked his nail beds raw just in a few hours they were on the train. “Soap and I are brothers, König.”
The Austrian tilts his head. “Brothers?”
“Sort of. Our mothers are identical twins, Which makes me and Soap genetically half brothers. When our families merged when everyone found out, we were just called ‘the brothers’ because we were the only men besides Soap's father around the house. Soap and I refer to each other as such, even though by relation we're cousins.”
“That… makes a lot of sense. I am completely surprised I did not know this about you. You act similar and look alike.”
“Away an bile yer heid.”
“Ah, ah, ah. You can no longer use that against my ignorance. Your lovely brother-in-law taught me what that meant when Soap said it to Gaz.”
“Brother-in-law?”
“Ghost, ja?”
“They aren't married, König.”
“They might as well be. They argue like a married couple. Just the other day they were arguing over what blanket they should buy for their bed. I snuck a peak and the blankets looked exactly the same, just different colors. It amazes me how people are like that.”
“I don't really understand the whole couple thing, not really. Always gave it my best and you know how that turned out.”
“I think you do the couple thing perfectly fine! Sure we aren't exactly conventional compared to Ghoap-”
“Did you just-”
“But we make it work, ja? Aroaceing against the world.” König draws his hand through the air as if giving a performance.
“I don't think that's a word.”
“It doesn't matter if it's a word. We work well together, mein Schotte, and that's what matters.” König finishes his statement by poking Nolan on the nose. “It also helps that you are very adorable.”
“I kill men with my bare hands, König.”
“Ja! That only helps!”
“You're crazy, absolutely crazy. I don't know how your brain works sometimes.”
“It keeps people thinking. It's quite entertaining.”
Nolan scoffs and shakes his head. His dual colored gaze looks out the window at the fast passing nature. “I think we're almost there. I want out of here as fast as we can go. Don't like the rush of people.”
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