Hello! I am Pinky (any pronouns). I am a queer 19 year old who's a fan of many different things, however I will most likelyyyy be posting about Call Of Duty.
I am not a writer! This blog is solely for fun and to post thoughts I have about characters and such! please do not expect a posting schedule or for me to be active all the time :)
That being said, most of the stuff here and that I engage with is suggestive or nsfw so MDNI.
Im just here to shitpost, dont really plan on orginising any posts or masterlists just yet soooo yea
dont expect great things and as a general rule dont be a dick <3
Hold on guys what if youre married to soap and have a kid and have been married for years and years, been in love since yall were kids. Model couple if the 141.
But one day he confesses hes in love with his best friend, not you, and wants to get a divorce. Upheaving your entire life. You now how to get accustomed to living without your husband. Alternating houses for your kid. Family gathering where youre still inviting (Soaps mom loves you and her grandbaby) so its awkward for you AND Simon but hey, at least Soap got what he wanted.
Trying to get back into drawing and painting a little regularly and trying to be somewhat consistent but my style tends to change with every drawing pmtfo
I honestly love all the angel reader with Johnny but tbh I cant help but imagine him with a genuine monstrous angel rather then "ohhh pretty thing with wings"
I dunno if its true cause I never read the Bible, but my mama always used to tell me that angels were depicted as terrifying but kind, while demons were gorgeous and cruel. So I can't help but imagine Johnny with one of those angels.
An angel, he calls it. He knows it to be true, with the way their touch soothes the ache in his skull, in his brain where the bullet tores bits of him out. To him, they're his savior. To the rest of the 141? It's like watching a child walk up to an eldritch monster.
Wings that beat with every breath, larger than ever thought to be needed to carry the weight of a humanoid body. No skin covers its flesh, meat, muscles, viscera, and bones exposed because what can harm something holy? Its heart beats with every twitch of a wing, the unsettling sight of blood pumping through its veins. Its ribs aren't protective, flaring outwards, and more like wings than ribs coming from its chest.
Eyes pulsate all over its muscle and tissue. Its wings aren't dove white feathers but instead with the blinking eyes of a peacocks feathers. It's voice is stolen from many others, and maybe if they listen closely they can even hear their own voices tangled in the web of sounds creating words, but it only ever speaks the same three words over and over.
"Be not afraid."
a guardian angel.
maybe it was the near death experience, maybe it was the pieces of grey matter that were ruined by the bullet, maybe it was the excision of whatever part of him is meant to keep him from the divine, but when he wakes up he sees it, and he knows.
his guardian angel.
heavenly light spilling from your halo, arms circling him, nature pure and kind. your wings spread like the clouds scatter from the sun, and he is not afraid. why would he be? you follow him, silently, your footsteps matching his, wonder in your wake, the world lighter when your fingers stroke over his head. he understands how prophets could be so firm in their belief, how the martyrs could not waver even in the face of death. they must have seen it too, the presence of the divine as it shines on everything it touches.
so often Soap looks for his reflection to catch the rest of your hands, so much larger than his own as they fold over his chest, holding him in the cradle of the lord. comforting.
you are beautiful in a way that only the divine can be.
he only wishes the rest of the team could see you, then they might not look at him with such unease, might not stutter over their words as frequently, might see fit to end his rehabilitation training earlier.
if they knew he had an angel on his side.
but anyone would be hard pressed to explain that thing hanging over Soap's head was an angel.
its smile is wide and toothsome, mouth dragging its corners to the tips of its ears, such that the top of its head hinges when it reaches with snarled fingers to pluck the scabs from johnny's scar and deposit them down its throat.
its neck twists in jerking spurts to odd angles, turning with clicks to follow johnny's gaz, eye sockets burned to the bone and yet the feeling of being watched never leaves.
its body riddled with bullet holes, swords protruding from the bloody, beating heart that they pin to its chest, the organ to small to belong to the giant. despite the constant drip of fluid it is unbothered by the many wounds, focused only on the sergeant's as it stalls healing for the sake of its own appetite.
if it has an appetite.
soap says its an angel, and what else could it be?
and how do they kill it before it decides heaven wants to claim its lost lamb.
Who I think CoD Characters would go for as a partner (GN)
Obv any persons their type just who i think they would fw (to me, i want all of them anyway 😛)
Price: i think he'd go for someone traditional or at least fit you into that kinda role (regardless of gender) hed look for someone wants to keep the house warm and food on the table when he gets home from deployments, off base he is a simple man
Gaz: To me i feel Gaz is a bit of a clean freak so he would want someone similar in that sense. Other than that, someone with a good sense of style. You know this man is already throwing fits so he need a partner who'll match outfits with him, i think he would also want someone with a good group of friends (hes a girls girls to me)
Soap: Someone alternative. Wants someone who isnt afraid of crazy styles, he WANTS that vibrant dyed shaved mullet 😛 (totally not bias as someone with a dyed mullet) He also wants someone unserious, he deals with life or death everyday just let the man come home and be a silly guy
Ghost: i think he'd definately look for someone who is calm to hang around with. Someone whos okay with just lounging around all day at the house, parallel play type deal. He deals with enough on field he does not need that at home too.
Phillip: He loves a person who fights back with him and argues, someone who does not take his shit. He needs someone to be snippy with him lowkey, buuttt he also wants to turn them into a housewife. He doesnt even need a housewife (pays people to do all the chores already) he just gets off on the idea.
