(CW: shitty art of a begginer artist, swearing, sometimes sensitive themes and blood) i sometimes change the appearance of my blog so don't be surprised
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General
- Call me Scribble or Vintage
- spanish & English
- Valeria Garza x Alejandro Vargas ship 1# hater (nothing offensive i just.. don't like it)
- I'm stupid af (not completely)
- askbox always open
- I'm an Aligth Motion animator (not a very good animator)
- Beginner artist
- As an artist i have the impostor syndrome.
(The impostor syndrome in artists is that every drawing they make, in their eyes they see something horrible which affects the artist and makes them see that their art is ugly)
- I sometimes SOMETIMES use Gacha Life. But meh
- I barely know anatomy..Or i just don't even use it??
I really don't know if i should change to the TF2 fandom since the COD fandom got really boring. I'm bored of drawing the same character every time and not focusing on something else, really.
One of the most requested costumes, even since years ago! Finally made it into reality YAY! I really went into that American comic artstyle with the shading with my GOAT Jorge Jimenez as the inspiration! I must say, shading the blacks is SO SO FUN!
And you might be able to tell, but Ghost is the excited one here 💀 He's been WAITING to dress up as Batman, and Jade is loving it 🤪
Timelapse will be available for my Potats on Patron!
Gaz: Stranger? She always wants to be unique with clothes...
Stranger: Unique will be the way I'll shove my fist up Makarov's guts if i see him.
Price: Stay focused you two.
fun fact: In the Modern Warfare 3 days, Asper is more reactive and stressed for work, not just for that Makarov escaped but for plenty of trust issues (blame the Complex-PTSD) since it's the first time she meets Farah, it frustrates her how this woman can still be allies with Shadow Company.
extra under the cut
Stranger: Did we really wasted 25% of our tank oxigens to have this fuckin' back stabber here?!
please skip if you're sensitive with this‼ Self care is first!
"The day i became scared of that one wound, it was just a normal training day, i was doing basic training just.. normal, i would think it was hot, i was sprayed with water for some random girls on the bathroom, i forgot to dry my self completely. I was doing laps around the base, just normal, the hot air was hitting me, i was so focused i didn't even heard the Sergeant screaming at me. When the Sergeant stopped me it's when i realized it... suddenly opened, i was exposed to the hot temperature, i even felt the sun radiation at my interior. I knew the doctor told me about being careful with it since it wasn't a so recent treatment, i couldn't move for weeks before getting back to training." - Asper "Stranger" Knight ▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓
“So you’re the street rat who’s going to replace Garnet and Ruby.”
All she saw was the waist of the man and his hands tucked into his pocket. Her small hand was held by another tall woman with a trenchcoat, who had taken her away from the man and woman that had saved her from the streets.
“Those two should've really just told me that they found a replacement. I didn’t have to shoot ‘em, then. Fuckin’ put up a fight when I was the one who trained them both since they were your age. Can you fuckin’ imagine?” He said with a tinge of annoyance in his voice.
This was the man who shot them. He shot her saviors, who, if not for them, she would've still roamed the cold streets of Surrey. She remembered the blood stains on the walls of the small alleyway, how both of them had fell to the ground before a middle aged woman who had came with the man took her away.
The man then knelt down to her height, the puddle on the ground seeped onto his knee and the tail of his coat, not that it bothered him even the slightest. “Face is decent. Very lean, a little bit malnourished – but we can just stuff you with all the food in the world. Your redhead could cause too much attention, but hair is easy to dye. How old are you?”
That question was easy enough to understand, so she answered, “Eight years old, Sir.”
“Great age, that. Look at me.” and she did.
The man looked at her through the lens of his rectangular eyeglasses, observing, scanning, seeming like he was searching for something inside the green of her irises, until something clicked in his mind. “You’re many things, Child, but I can tell one thing.” His cigar moved as his lips curved up to a smile,
“Those are not the eyes of a child.”
—
“T minus 5 to touchdown.” The pilot announced into her ears, waking her up from her little slumber.
It had been two and a half years since Jade last carried the gears; she had to resharpen her blades, feel the weight of the firearms and the mags hanging on her body.
She didn’t miss it at all.
For a while, she had earned her peace: working at her parents' florist, helping the local orphanage and caring homes. Now those were the things that sat right in her heart.
Until this.
Taking a deep breath, Jade opened her eyes and moved her neck side to side, popping the stiff joints after eleven hours of flight. As the aircraft descended to the airstrip, the woman stood up, patting her thighs and shoulders to prep herself up.
The first thing she saw when the rear door opened was a line of 3 LUVs with groups of Mexican Special Forces soldiers running around the base. The fresh air of Las Almas welcomed her, gusts of wind from the aircraft engine touched her skin, and when Jade looked down, there stood a tall man with the description that matched the files Laswell sent her.
“Agent Le Jardin. Welcome to Las Almas!” The man’s rough voice called her as she descended down the rear door. She smiled a bit when he pronounced her last name in a Spanish phonetic way of speech.
Jade took his hand for a strong handshake from him, “Colonel Vargas! Pleasure to meet you.”
“Nice to meet you. I’ve heard good things about you from Laswell.” He sounded delighted.
"Call me Jade, Sir. Have the others arrived?"
“You’re the first one to arrive. I believe the others will follow shortly.” Nodding to the Mexican, Jade glanced over Alejandro's shoulder to see a man in the driver's seat of one of the LUVs, who was looking at her as well.
The ex-MI6 instinctively lifted a gloved hand and waved kindly to him. The man seemed to question her gesture as his expression turned into confusion, nervously waving back at her.
Looking back, Alejandro smiled at her, "That's my second-in-command, Sergeant Major Rodolfo Parra. You can wait inside if you want to have a chat."
That sounded great. From the looks of it, Rodolfo seemed like a nice friend and ally to have. "Sure. I'll see you inside."
Jade moved her legs to the side of the car, opened the side door and sat on the middle row, looking at the sergeant. "Hello there. I’m Jade."
"Hola, Jade. Rodolfo Parra." His gentle voice greeted her, twisting his body to face her.
"Nice to meet you.” She took a glance at his gears. “So Rodolfo, how long have you known the Colonel?" Jade questioned as she tried to make a conversation. Knowing your allies would prove useful in the future (not in a blackmail sense, that's for sure).
"I've known the colonel since even before my enlistment. We both grew up here, so it's only natural that we’re close.” According to Laswell, Alejandro and his team were locals of the city, so that confirmed it. “All we want to do is to protect our home. We share the same goal, same spirit.”
"Same enemy?”
"That as well.” Rodolfo replied. “You’ll see for yourself very soon.”
About half an hour after her arrival, another sound of an aircraft landing caught her attention. Jade watched from the window as the engines died down, and when the rear door opened, she could see two figures of men walking out into the tarmac.
One of them she recognized as Sergeant John MacTavish; his muscular figure and the iconic mohawk were a dead giveaway. He’s the one who hand-shook Colonel Vargas, while on his right, there stood the man himself.
“Lieutenant. Laswell says they call you Ghost.”
“Actually, I believe he prefers to be called–”
“That’ll do.”
Jade giggled involuntarily at their interaction. Was it just her or did Ghost get bigger since the last time she saw him? He’s looking like an absolute tank in those heavy gears of his, and that mask…
“Is that who they call Ghost?” Rudy’s voice interrupted her thoughts. He was looking outside the window as the three men walked towards the vehicle. The Mexican’s voice sounded eager but she could tell from his face that there was a tinge of nervousness on his face.
“Don’t worry, Rodolfo. He’s a friend.” A terrifying-looking friend. “You’ll be glad he’s on our side.”
“Shepherd’s contractors are inbound to reinforce, they’re bringing hardware. They’ll need room.”
“My base is your base.”
“Good, now where’s Hassan?”
“Cartel safe house, ten clicks from here. Get in.”
The SAS operators stepped into the vehicle, sitting on their respective seats along with Colonel Vargas who was riding shotgun right beside Rudy. “This is my second in command, Sergeant Major Rodolfo Parra.”
“Tengo miedo de los fantasmas…” The colonel grinned in amusement at his subordinate’s retort, before looking back at the men.
“You two were the last ones to arrive. The team is now complete.”
Soap raised his eyebrows at Alejandro’s statement, looking at Ghost, “The last? You mean there’s more than us?”
“Ya miss me?”
The sudden feminine voice startled both men. They instantly looked back at the source of the voice, recognizing the ginger, who was leaning in between their seats with her elbows.
“Creepin’ Jesus, Jade! Where did you come from?!” Soap didn’t manage to hide the surprise on his face, his hands looked like he was about to give her a good punch, while Ghost looked to the front, rolling his eyes in annoyance.
“Fucking hell, Midget– Why are you here?”
There it was. She actually doubted whether or not the man under the mask is the same one from the man she met three years ago. Seemed like he was indeed the very same Ghost; same gravelly voice, same foul mouth, and the same nickname.
Looking at their reaction, though, Jade inquired, “Wait, Kate didn’t tell you boys I’m coming?”
“No? We were told there will only be us, plus the Shadows.” Soap answered her question, still looking back at the MI6 agent.
“Huh.” Smacking her lips, she smiled at both of the SAS, “Looks like I was an afterthought in her mind. Someone needed to watch over you guys.”
Ghost scoffed, “We don’t need you to watch over us, Midget. Just don’t be a burden to us.”
“I promise I won’t.”
The sound of Alejandro clearing his throat interrupted their conversations, the three Brits finally looking to the front and finding both Mexicans had been observing their banters with amused faces. “You guys seem familiar with each other. That’s good.” The older of the two spoke. “You speak Spanish?”
“No.” Soap answered.
“A little.” Jade answered.
The lieutenant remained still.
“You will.”
—
Las Almas was a beautiful city, she must give credit where it’s due. Splashes of colors painted the walls of the houses and buildings that looked like they were stacked together along the elevation of the hills. The place was lively with children running around, cars roaming around, locals walking together, shops and carts scattered across the streets.
Soap had been on edge since he saw the armed soldiers. Every corner she glanced to, Jade saw another pair of them guarding the town. The men continued to converse between themselves, how the city was currently ridden with guns and soldiers-turned-Narco.
“Why not you?” Ghost inquired towards Alejandro, regarding his disaffiliations with the Narcos.
Alejandro's eyes glanced towards Rodolfo, “We grew up here. They call us Los Vaqueros… Cowboys. We love this place, and we will die fighting for it.”
His words tugged a string in Jade’s heart. Las Almas was indeed a nice town, and an even nicer place to stay. She could already imagine the parks, the cafes, the cozy restaurants people would visit and share memories with. What would be the best food that this town could offer? Which family would host the best party? What band could light up the whole street with musics and festivities? Jade could safely say that Alejandro and Rudy already knew the answers to those questions.
As their convoy turned around the corner, Soap glanced at a small child buying a balloon who had a Narco holding a gun by his side.
He turned to Ghost, “Kids, guns, and balloons… that’s a new one.”
The way the masked man just sat there in silence had Jade holding her laugh in.
“Narcos use generosity to win over the people.” Alejandro replied.
“Even the children?”
“Especially the children.” Rodolfo confirmed as he stopped near an alleyway, where a yellow police line had been placed. They observed through the window as two dead bodies laid on the bloody cobblestones, covered with white cloth full of writings on it.
All the passengers of their vehicle eyed the scene, “What’s on those sheets?”
“Narcomantas…”
“Cartel clothes.”
“Messages from El Sin Nombre. Warnings, marking territory.” Alejandro’s voice was full of genuine concern. Jade observed his face from the rearview mirror, wondering how many bodies had been covered with the Narcomantas this week alone.
That moniker caught Ghost’s attention. “Who’s Sin Nombre?”
“El Sin Nombre. The Nameless… Leader of the Las Almas Cartel.”
Jade leaned her body forward, putting both of her forearms on either side of Ghost and Soap’s seat.
“Where can we find him?”
“You can’t. No one knows who he is. But he is everywhere. And this is a challenge. But Los Vaqueros like challenges.” Alejandro smirked, looking at his friend, who shared the same sentiment.
That feeling seemed to extend towards the back of the car as Rodolfo retorted, “With your mask, you will fit in well here, Ghost.”
Jade couldn’t hold back her laugh anymore. She blew raspberries on a volume that was proven concerning to Soap, looking as he stared back at Jade with a very concerned look. His hands made a gesture, indicating she needed to stop what she’s doing immediately.
Ghost’s eyes thinned beneath the darkness of his mask, looking at both Rudy and Jade on the rearview mirror with a dangerous gaze.
“Oy, calmada.” Rudy quickly dropped his grin when his joke didn’t land with the humongous Brit.
Jade was still giggling on the back, prompting Ghost to turn his head agonizingly slow towards her.
“Ehem.” She cleared her throat to regain her composure. Once Ghost turned back to the front again, Jade tried her luck, whispering in a low voice where only he could hear it. “That was funny though.”
Ghost turned his masked head towards her again, her bait clearly worked. “What?” Her shoulders lifted up in a shrug.
“Checkpoint. It’s the army. Turn right, we’ll go around.” Alejandro’s voice alarmed both of them. Military cars blocked the streets and the cars that were travelling, checking the drivers for ID’s.
“Why?”
“Some troops are in the pocket of El Sin Nombre. Like I told you, he is everywhere.” Rudy and the convoy then turned right towards another block.
“Cartel is hiding Hassan in a village across the river. Let’s hope he’s still there.”
–
Arriving at the village around the outskirts of Las Almas, Alejandro spoke to his radio in Spanish, to which Jade translated in her mind as a call to get ready. All the soldiers then opened the doors of the vehicle, stepping out into the grassland. Sounds of rifles and guns loading immediately filled the air, accompanied by Spanish chatters among the soldiers.
While the Brits secured their gears, Ghost suddenly started,
“Stay close, Midget. Don't run off like you did.”
That nickname made her cheek twitch, making her turn around towards the masked man. “Run off? I did not 'run off', Beanpole.”
“Yes you did, in Verdansk– What about now? You still have your own mission from Laswell? Or from MI6?” The man walked slowly towards Jade, clearly imposing his larger frame in front of her smalled one. “Strange how I didn't get any prior knowledge about your involvement in this mission – like three years ago.”
Their chatter started to turn heads in the group. Soap, who took notice of this tried to warn them. “Guys…”
“You had your mission in the Armistice. I had my mission to retrieve the files that Zakhaev had stolen. We just happened to be on the same road.” Jade defended.
“I will never trust an MI6 black agent with hidden interests to cover my back.”
“Said the bloke who hides behind a mask.”
“Enough!”
Alejandro’s shout snapped Ghost and Jade from their arguments. They looked around, finding all eyes were on them the entire time.
“Lieutenant, I don't know what issues you have with Jade, but we are about to go find Hassan, and we can't do this smoothly if we are not working together. Comprendes?” The colonel voiced his thoughts in a tone which allowed no room for excuse. Both Brits read his intention clearly, though, seeing as they distanced themselves.
“…Yes, Sir.”
“My apologies, Coronel.”
Alejandro didn’t reply further, only continuing to converse on his radio in Spanish all the while the Brits continued to prepare their gears.
After a few minutes of preparation, the group finally arrived in front of the house complex where they suspected Hassan’s whereabouts. Just before their entry, Jade whispered behind Ghost, who stood in front of her.“If it’s any consolation to you, Beanpole. You can gut me if I suddenly turn out to have my own mission.”
