Tessa Novak (Rye)

Mod is 21+ LT Rye

[rye-bread-call]

“Annnnd that one’s for good Old Sam”

Updated: May 1

Hi, Im Rosie. I am 21 (she/her). I run two accounts, (both cod oc) but act like the two don't interact… and aren't run by one person… don't question it…and if you know the other one…. HUSH.

MDNI with post that have warning

Rules

Don't be homophobic or racist

You can send NSFW ask

Welcome in or out of the COD world

Don't ship Rye with people. You can flirt with her and all. If you want to ship her, just ask me please :) You will see references to her being engaged. To make life easier, unless it's mentioned, just ignore that part)

Minors are welcome to interact with me HOWEVER please don’t interact with post that have NSFW content

•ACCESSING FILE, PLEASE HOLD •

⬛⬛⬛⬛-> redacted

Name: Tessa NovaK

Call Sign: Rye

Military History : Rye is a ‘retired’ ⬛⬛⬛⬛. Originally from Mexico, she served in the United States Military under ⬛⬛⬛⬛, following the ⬛⬛⬛⬛. Having spent time in Shadow Company before being transferred due to her fluent Spanish. Currently working with drug trafficking and cartels under ⬛⬛⬛⬛. However, work is suspended until medical clearance.

Gender: female Age: 38 (probably should be older but hush)

Height: 5’6 ft

Weight: ⬛⬛⬛⬛(nun ur buissness)

Rank: lieutenant. Possibly up for promotion. Medical clearance depends.

Appearance:

Rye is easy to spot due to the tattoo sleeve on the right arm. And tattoo on left knuckles

Parts of her face are heavily scared with her second premolars missing, first molars and one of her seconds due to being held captive by cartel group ⬛⬛⬛⬛.

A chunk of her left ear is missing and scar run through her left eyebrow.

Small scars decorated jack bones. And there are little 'star' marks on each side near her mandible, like an enter and exit wound from a bullet.

A brand mark of the Shadow Company patch on lower left back ( covered by clothes). If she stretches, it can show the every top.

Limp in left leg. Seen when running. Possibly have a cane on bad days. Refer to ◼️◼️◼️◼️ about medication.

Collage on Tumblr of Rye. (Im not sure happy with it but bleh)

Interactions: more to come I'm being lazy

@sgt-artemis-owl-riley

@lieut-callsign-smokes

@price-ofthe-job

@sergeantstefansson

@bravo-six141

@it-must-have-been-the-wind

WARNING SOME POST COULD HAVE

Warning post could mention: rape, torture, child death, and more.

[sugar-and-spice-roleplay-memes]

Send 🕰️ for my muse to talk about something that's been on their mind for a long time.

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[f0xinthefield]

(Feel free to add your oc into the ask if you want it to be an interaction, or if not just send the clock emoji and I’ll make her yap against her will)

[rye-bread-call]

Closed Rp for @f0xinthefield

Ryan wasn’t really sure what spurred her on to invite to Fox over. She enjoyed the woman’s company, yet she didn’t really know her, did she? Well, I guess now would be no better time to learn about her. Screecher had said the two would get along well. For a woman who was constantly fidgeting and nervous, she read people surprisingly well. 

Rye could only huff as she dumped the popcorn into a bow/. She had planned to use the microwave bag, yet for some reason didn’t. Fuck, she had even went out a bought cinnamon. She was trying to be nice. That’s what she told herself. Make a good first impression is what her mother always said. The first one matters the most.

Rye sighed. It had been, as her mandatory therapist had said, a ‘bad mental health day’. She felt more on edge than normal. Like her skin was itching and pulled wrong. She shook the feeling. A tattooed hand running through her short black hair.

She was in a green hoodie and a pair of men’s gym shorts. She couldn’t get herself to care truly. She had come to terms with her scared body, face included. And the long pink line running down her knee was just another mark.

[f0xinthefield]

Nervous was not the word Fox would use to describe how she felt about going to spend time with Rye.

No, not nervous. Guarded maybe?

Rye isn’t someone she’s close with.

Though she is someone that Fox is… potentially somewhat partial to.

The woman had a sense of humor. They’ve had an entertaining back and forth a handful of times now. She was—as far as Fox is aware—a reliable colleague as well, and fairly cordial.

Her company didn’t drain Fox’s mental energy quite as heavily as interacting with most people did, either.

Still, she isn’t familiar in a way that Fox would be willing to let down all her walls for. She hardly does that for the people who are closest to her.

Rye could be a companion. Fox could let herself have that without being entirely skittish about the prospect of being vulnerable. Surely.

She dressed comfortably for the casual occasion. Dark grey sweats and one of her longer t-shirts in a dark blue. Loungewear, essentially.

She holds a small pack of root beer in one hand at her side—she felt weird not bringing anything so she picked it up on the way. Even if Rye didn’t want any, Fox would.

She ended up standing in front of Rye’s door for a lot longer than she intended when she first got there. Staring at the wood like it might enlighten her about how to handle a one-on-one, casual social interaction like a normal person, and not like she’s never had a single social experience in her entire life.

She’d killed at least three minutes before she finally knocked.

[rye-bread-call]

It took a second for two before the handle turned, but the door didn’t swing open. Instead, it stalled for a moment as Rye took in the person behind the door. It was a knee jerk reaction to do it, to check before anything.

“Foxy,” she smiled, shoulders relaxing. Rye smiles a bit, though it was a little tired. Her energy was faltering with her “bad mental health day,” she had scoffed when the woman had told her that.

“Come on in” rye moved out of the way.

Her ‘house’ was like any other, the same setup as most dorms on base. The walls were white, with fake wooden( plastic) floors. But it was still surprisingly cozy. Rye was no designer, by any means, but the house was still homey. It had a more natural, woodsy vibe. Green accented the place, with Warm red and browns.

Jackets hung near the door with a span of military books and a pair of sneakers. Pictures decorated her walls. Some of her with her old team mates back in Mexico. One or two with her Shadow Company. Her face clean of scars but with a cocky smile.

[sugar-and-spice-roleplay-memes]

Send 🧪 for my muse to take a truth serum and have to answer any question honestly from your muse.

Specify for multi muse blogs.

[lt-vale]

Congrats on the kid,Vale. Excitin’ news

*shes smoking*

@rye-bread-call

Not sure if I'm that thrilled tho. I don't know how to be a dad, and surely not to be a dad for a grown up.

[rye-bread-call]

You’re a good guy Vale. You’ll figure it out.

*she pats him on the shoulder, cigarette in her other hand. Though pauses*

How old are they?

[lt-vale]

Thanks. I hope so.

She's 18.... or 19? I'm not sure anymore.

[rye-bread-call]

*she nods as she listens*

You ya plan to contact her?

[lt-vale]

We're already in contact; she reached out to me prior the test.

Gonna grab some dinner with her once my leg is healed.

[rye-bread-call]

*rye smiles at that, her mismatch teeth showing a bit*

Sounds Nice Vale. I wish ya all the best.

*her tone is sincere*

[lt-vale]

a small smile appeared on his lips and he patted her shoulder.

thanks novak

[rye-bread-call]

“Course”

She smiles, waving Vale offs. Though she stands there for a minute. Pushing down that feeling of envy that bubbles in her hallow chest.

[lt-vale]

kieran watched her for a moment

is... everything okay? you seem a bit different.

[rye-bread-call]

“Hm?”

Rye smoothly nods her head, playing off her moment of envy. She had underestimated his ability to read body language. Rookie mistake on her part but she was at the base. In theory, she was safe to relax.

“just tired.” She hum. She quickly puts out her cig, having let it burn too long. “Covered Soap’s drills ‘s mornin’ “ it was a shit excuse but Rye couldn’t find it in herself to make a better one.

[lt-vale]

Without saying anything, he kept watching her but once she replied, kieran nodded.

"You should rest then. Its been a hard day surely. Get some well deserved rest and sleep."

[rye-bread-call]

She smiles a little, “yeah, maybe. “ she hums, hands shoved into her jacket pockets, “keep me updated, if ya don’t mind tho” she gives a soft smile before heading off. She needed a minute, at least till she had her next drill.

[lt-vale]

Congrats on the kid,Vale. Excitin’ news

*shes smoking*

@rye-bread-call

Not sure if I'm that thrilled tho. I don't know how to be a dad, and surely not to be a dad for a grown up.

[rye-bread-call]

You’re a good guy Vale. You’ll figure it out.

*she pats him on the shoulder, cigarette in her other hand. Though pauses*

How old are they?

[lt-vale]

Thanks. I hope so.

She's 18.... or 19? I'm not sure anymore.

[rye-bread-call]

*she nods as she listens*

You ya plan to contact her?

[lt-vale]

We're already in contact; she reached out to me prior the test.

Gonna grab some dinner with her once my leg is healed.

[rye-bread-call]

*rye smiles at that, her mismatch teeth showing a bit*

Sounds Nice Vale. I wish ya all the best.

*her tone is sincere*

[lt-vale]

a small smile appeared on his lips and he patted her shoulder.

thanks novak

[rye-bread-call]

“Course”

She smiles, waving Vale offs. Though she stands there for a minute. Pushing down that feeling of envy that bubbles in her hallow chest.

[lt-vale]

kieran watched her for a moment

is... everything okay? you seem a bit different.

[rye-bread-call]

“Hm?”

Rye smoothly nods her head, playing off her moment of envy. She had underestimated his ability to read body language. Rookie mistake on her part but she was at the base. In theory, she was safe to relax.

“just tired.” She hum. She quickly puts out her cig, having let it burn too long. “Covered Soap’s drills ‘s mornin’ “ it was a shit excuse but Rye couldn’t find it in herself to make a better one.

[lt-vale]

Congrats on the kid,Vale. Excitin’ news

*shes smoking*

@rye-bread-call

Not sure if I'm that thrilled tho. I don't know how to be a dad, and surely not to be a dad for a grown up.

[rye-bread-call]

You’re a good guy Vale. You’ll figure it out.

*she pats him on the shoulder, cigarette in her other hand. Though pauses*

How old are they?

[lt-vale]

Thanks. I hope so.

She's 18.... or 19? I'm not sure anymore.

[rye-bread-call]

*she nods as she listens*

You ya plan to contact her?

[lt-vale]

We're already in contact; she reached out to me prior the test.

Gonna grab some dinner with her once my leg is healed.

[rye-bread-call]

*rye smiles at that, her mismatch teeth showing a bit*

Sounds Nice Vale. I wish ya all the best.

*her tone is sincere*

[lt-vale]

a small smile appeared on his lips and he patted her shoulder.

thanks novak

[rye-bread-call]

“Course”

She smiles, waving Vale offs. Though she stands there for a minute. Pushing down that feeling of envy that bubbles in her hallow chest.

[rye-bread-call]

Closed Rp for @f0xinthefield

Ryan wasn’t really sure what spurred her on to invite to Fox over. She enjoyed the woman’s company, yet she didn’t really know her, did she? Well, I guess now would be no better time to learn about her. Screecher had said the two would get along well. For a woman who was constantly fidgeting and nervous, she read people surprisingly well. 

Rye could only huff as she dumped the popcorn into a bow/. She had planned to use the microwave bag, yet for some reason didn’t. Fuck, she had even went out a bought cinnamon. She was trying to be nice. That’s what she told herself. Make a good first impression is what her mother always said. The first one matters the most.

Rye sighed. It had been, as her mandatory therapist had said, a ‘bad mental health day’. She felt more on edge than normal. Like her skin was itching and pulled wrong. She shook the feeling. A tattooed hand running through her short black hair.

She was in a green hoodie and a pair of men’s gym shorts. She couldn’t get herself to care truly. She had come to terms with her scared body, face included. And the long pink line running down her knee was just another mark.

[lt-vale]

Congrats on the kid,Vale. Excitin’ news

*shes smoking*

@rye-bread-call

Not sure if I'm that thrilled tho. I don't know how to be a dad, and surely not to be a dad for a grown up.

[rye-bread-call]

You’re a good guy Vale. You’ll figure it out.

*she pats him on the shoulder, cigarette in her other hand. Though pauses*

How old are they?

[lt-vale]

Thanks. I hope so.

She's 18.... or 19? I'm not sure anymore.

[rye-bread-call]

*she nods as she listens*

You ya plan to contact her?

[lt-vale]

We're already in contact; she reached out to me prior the test.

Gonna grab some dinner with her once my leg is healed.

[rye-bread-call]

*rye smiles at that, her mismatch teeth showing a bit*

Sounds Nice Vale. I wish ya all the best.

*her tone is sincere*

[lt-vale]

Congrats on the kid,Vale. Excitin’ news

*shes smoking*

@rye-bread-call

Not sure if I'm that thrilled tho. I don't know how to be a dad, and surely not to be a dad for a grown up.

[rye-bread-call]

You’re a good guy Vale. You’ll figure it out.

*she pats him on the shoulder, cigarette in her other hand. Though pauses*

How old are they?

[lt-vale]

Thanks. I hope so.

She's 18.... or 19? I'm not sure anymore.

[rye-bread-call]

*she nods as she listens*

You ya plan to contact her?

[lt-vale]

Congrats on the kid,Vale. Excitin’ news

*shes smoking*

@rye-bread-call

Not sure if I'm that thrilled tho. I don't know how to be a dad, and surely not to be a dad for a grown up.

[rye-bread-call]

You’re a good guy Vale. You’ll figure it out.

*she pats him on the shoulder, cigarette in her other hand. Though pauses*

How old are they?

[sugar-and-spice-roleplay-memes]

Send 🧪 for my muse to take a truth serum and have to answer any question honestly from your muse.

Specify for multi muse blogs.

[mollycat8800]

“Would you mourn me if I died?”

“I mourn you while you're alive.”

[f0xinthefield]

“Stale Bread” is typing

0701 [ TXT ] : what's your favorite popcorn flavor?

[ TXT ] : Just butter and salt-?

“Foxy” Is Typing…

[ TXT ] : …Sometimes I add cinnamon and honey. If I’m in the mood.

[ TXT ] : Why do you ask?

[rye-bread-call]

[ TXT ]: that sounds good.

[ TXT ]: gonna ask if you wanted to go watch the Fantastic Mister Fox

“Stale Bread” is Typing

[ TXT]: do I need to say please first?

[f0xinthefield]

[ TXT ] : Couldn’t hurt.

[ TXT ] : It would be nice to hear.

[rye-bread-call]

[ TXT ] : you’re lucky I like you foxy,

“Stale Bread” is typing…

[ TXT] : will ya do me the honor of watching Fantastic mister fox with me, please, Foxy Girl?

[f0xinthefield]

“Foxy” Is Typing…

[ TXT ] : Well, since you asked so nicely.

…

[ TXT ] : In complete honesty… that does sound sort of nice.

[ TXT ] : Yeah, I’ll watch a movie with you, Rye.

[rye-bread-call]

[ TXT ] : how does 1830 work Foxy?

[ TXT ] : I’ll take care of the popcorn. Though if ya want cinnamon, you may need to bring that

[f0xinthefield]

“Stale Bread” is typing

0701 [ TXT ] : what's your favorite popcorn flavor?

[ TXT ] : Just butter and salt-?

“Foxy” Is Typing…

[ TXT ] : …Sometimes I add cinnamon and honey. If I’m in the mood.

[ TXT ] : Why do you ask?

[rye-bread-call]

[ TXT ]: that sounds good.

[ TXT ]: gonna ask if you wanted to go watch the Fantastic Mister Fox

“Stale Bread” is Typing

[ TXT]: do I need to say please first?

[f0xinthefield]

[ TXT ] : Couldn’t hurt.

[ TXT ] : It would be nice to hear.

[rye-bread-call]

[ TXT ] : you’re lucky I like you foxy,

“Stale Bread” is typing…

[ TXT] : will ya do me the honor of watching Fantastic mister fox with me, please, Foxy Girl?

[f0xinthefield]

“Stale Bread” is typing

0701 [ TXT ] : what's your favorite popcorn flavor?

[ TXT ] : Just butter and salt-?

“Foxy” Is Typing…

[ TXT ] : …Sometimes I add cinnamon and honey. If I’m in the mood.

[ TXT ] : Why do you ask?

[rye-bread-call]

[ TXT ]: that sounds good.

[ TXT ]: gonna ask if you wanted to go watch the Fantastic Mister Fox

“Stale Bread” is Typing

[ TXT]: do I need to say please first?

[f0xinthefield]

Just for these confused anxious, and likely traumatized girls- kiss on the cheek from rye - not cannon to plot what so ever

I hope the writing block demon leave u alone

Aww! 😔 Kaelith would gently lean her head against Rye’s in return for that. A bit like how a cat offers affection

And thank you! I’ve been giving myself a small break from writing and rp so that the creativity has time to come back, and I’m sure it will 😌