#alex cod

[sweet-thoot]

Redraw because I love them sm your honor 🗣️❗❗❗❗❗

Also, comparation with the og/old one 🫪

[escapic-mezzanine]

That might be a bit specific but–

Army men with dashing hairstyles who respect women and have a prosthetic leg are what I like.

[raveninrouge]

You're frustrated with Ghost ignoring you.

Alex enters the room.

Y/N: “Hi Alex, wow your arms look great today~”

Ghost appears from the SHADOWS.

Ghost: “Alex.”

Alex: “BROTHER SHE STARTED IT—"

[summiven]

2nd goal of the sergeants kiss challenge

ive been rlly scared to post this bcuz i didnt know how to format it on tumblr,, the last post didnt come out to how i thought it would but i think ive settled on posting it as a seperate post

anyway i hope we liked alesoap and alexgaz :)

[temeyes]

Can you do Alex and Farah, please?

i think he likes her or something, idk

[klaart]

Sprout Alex + Farah!!🌱✨

Trying something different,,

[fishiechippies]

My highlights from the hangout ^^

[crashingcryptid]

John knew that you would never call him at work. You knew how busy he was, and he loved you so much he wanted to keep his work and home life separated. But you called him, not just once, but three times.

"Simon. Take over debrief." Price orders as he grabs his phone and heads out of the room. Part of him was frustrated that you were blowing up his phone, but he knew it wasn't for no reason. Before he can call you back, your smiling profile appears on screen. "Sweetheart, what's going on? I'm at -"

A small sniffle cuts the words off in his throat. "Sweetheart?" You start sobbing softly into the phone, and John can hear shuffling on the other line.

"Hey, John. It's Alex." John feels himself calm down just slightly. If you were with Alex, you were safe at the very least. "Y/N had a nasty fall on our run today, sprained ankle. They'll be in a boot for two week and the doctor will figure out when they can run after that."

"Y/N is okay then?" John asks quietly, hearing Farah's voice soothing you in the background.

"Well... They are really upset with themselves. I know we aren't supposed to bother you at work but they kept asking for you -"

"I'm on my way. I'll grab them some food on the way." John assures immediately, hanging up and taking a deep breath. He knew, deep in his bones, that you would need a babysitter for the next two weeks.

The doctors' orders and even pain wouldn't be enough to keep you on rest.