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[callofdooty]

MW2 Pun Alignment Chart

I was gonna put Nikolai in here but I don't know him well enough. Was gonna put him either in "Apartment "complex"? I find it quite simple" or "Road works ahead? Yeah, I sure hope it does."

Blank ver. and written/text version below the cut! Feel free to make your own version ^^

The Alignments:

König: Chefs kiss? Do... Do they really?

Price: The bird flu? Yeah, they tend to do that.

Soap: You're telling me a shrimp fried this rice?

Ghost + Farah: "What's upstairs?" They can't talk.

Rudy: "Based"? Based on what?

Laswell: Apartment "complex"? I find it quite simple.

Alejandro: Road works ahead? Yeah, I sure hope it does.

Gaz: Wood fired pizza? How's pizza gonna get a job now?

Valeria + Graves You're telling me a ginger bred this man?

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Keegan Headcanons 2

Electric Boogaloo

Though he comes off as distant, Keegan genuinely cares about others.

Like I've said before, he's not broody. He's just quiet and probably has some intense RBF. Otherwise, he's just. A guy.

Doesn't really have a problem with talking, he just doesn't have a lot to say most of the time. Or he prefers others (like Merrick) to do the speaking.

Many people - at first - think his tendency to avoid or disappear from social situations is him being an asshole. In reality, socialising exhausts him. He needs to recharge frequently.

Actions > Words kinda guy.

Good at controlling himself. Generally not impulsive unless the situation calls for it.

You really have to piss him off to get him to lash out. Not so much the patience of a saint; he's just got high tolerance and perseverance.

Though if you'd like the fast pass to agony city (and/or the morgue) then hurting the people he loves is a sure fire way to get there! We all saw the way he acted while looking for Ajax. No doubt in my mind that he'd be like that for the others. No mercy.

Excellent spatial awareness.

Has developed an intense fear of failing others. He doesn't outwardly express it, but internally frets and dwells over things if he's not distracted by work.

Definitely has leadership qualities, but honestly prefers Merrick taking charge more often than not.

Probably has some kind of vocal cord damage.

The more comfortable he is with someone, the more he's willing to hang out with them, even if he's a little drained.

Ajax and Merrick were the first to earn that. He feels the most comfortable in their presence and is more open with them than he is anyone else.

[callofdooty]

'My Bed Is A Pool And The Walls Are On Fire' (Keegan Whump)

Ask and ye shall recieve! Cross-posted on ao3 here!

Summary: Just Keegan being delirious for 1000 words. Pretty much just a sickfic. All other characters are vague, so it's completely up to you as to who/when/where/what is going on outside of Keegan's perception LOL

Warnings/labels: Mild angst, Mild Hurt/Comfort, Brief mentions of suffocation, Whump

Keegan awoke with a gasp.

Fire. It was all he could think about. All he could focus on. Overwhelming heat surrounded him, smothering and suffocating, and though he couldn’t hear the tell-tale crackles or smell the acrid stench of smoke, he was half convinced that he was actually in the middle of a scorching blaze. He could imagine it, bright and licking up the walls, stalking across every flammable surface in its destructive hunt, leaving behind plumes of black and grey in its wake, filling the air with nothing substantial to choke down.

Fuck, he couldn’t breathe. He couldn’t- he needed to get up. Get out of here. Wherever ‘here’ was. (Where the hell was he? What happened?) He planted his hands flat, oversensitivity prickling at the contact, and heaved himself up, biting back a groan at the effort while his sweat slicked hands threatened to slip and ruin all of his progress. 

Cold air hit him like a brick wall, at first feeling like a small reprieve, but soon becoming just another overwhelming sensation. It felt like ice trying to settle into his skin - or even deeper into muscle, nerve and bone - and the contrast knocked him dizzy. Still too warm, but the cold was too… cold. 

Too much…

No. He needed to move. Get out of here. He was a Ghost.. He could handle this… He could… He should… 

Voices. Voices? And footsteps, dull, distant, approaching. A mix of panic and hope tangled inside him; the right company could get him out of here, would get him out of here. On the other hand, if it wasn't- if it was someone else then surely they'd--

Hands were on him suddenly, trying to push him back down. Keegan flinched, bringing his own hands up to fight back, to protect himself albeit ineffectively. Turns out it’s hard to fight when your limbs feel like lead and your entire world is spinning uneasily. Even a weak shove proved too much for him. 

Fuck. Fuck. He needed to fight back. Fight back! He couldn't die here- not in the fire-

No--No! Not like this!-

“Keegan- Keegan, easy!” Familiar. He knew that voice. He couldn’t place it, but his rapidly beating heart apparently could. A single moment of electric clarity broke through his panic, shocking him enough to freeze up. Familiar was... Good. Right? They spoke again in a softer tone, which felt nothing short of weird knowing it was aimed at him.  “Easy... It’s alright, I’ve got you.” 

He chanced prying his eyes open (had he really kept them closed this whole time...?) only to be met with a watery mosaic that was somehow even more unhelpful than having his eyes closed. He couldn’t even make out the person in front of him, just a vague form that barely stood out from the rest of the world around them. 

The world around them that, thankfully, didn’t… seem to be on fire? 

"There we go. See? You're okay." He didn't see, actually. Fuck if he had the energy to say that, though. Instead he could hear. And smell. And feel. No crackling fire. No smoke. No one here to ruthlessly throw him to the fire.

Safe...

A cool hand cupped the back of his neck, the other steady against his shakily heaving chest as he was pushed back again. This time he went down easily, all of his will to remain upright thrown completely out the window, along with his will to fight. And now that he wasn’t focused on immediately trying to drag himself around in a panicked haze, every ache and pain he’d been ignoring came to the forefront of his mind; coming on so suddenly that he let out an involuntary whine, eyes clenched shut and eyebrows knitted together in a wince. Fuck, his head hurt. As did everything else, still burning and freezing and trembling uncontrollably.

What the fuck was wrong with him?

"Keegan?” He opened his eyes to gaze at the shape above him, “You still with me?" A loaded question. One he couldn't even dignifiedly answer, as all he could manage was the weakest hum of his life. Hardly even a hum, more like a broken half-whimper he barely had the energy to be embarrassed about. He was tired. His eyelids felt too heavy to keep open. The hand on his chest moved up to brush his hair away from his forehead, lingering there while the other still settled on the side of his neck.

The contact was... soothing. Which was weird to think about. He really couldn't remember the last time he could describe someone's touch like that. It was much nicer than the frigid air that had attacked him earlier, at least. He leaned into it in spite of himself with a mild shiver; a move apparently so out of character it earned him an almost worried sounding sigh. "He's still really out of it..." Definitely... worried. He's not used to that either. "Can you pass me the cloth?" Was someone else here...?

For a moment, he thought he could just barely make out the sounds of water, but it was overtaken by a still-quiet voice. One he also barely registered as familiar to him. Still safe.

"Is he gonna be alright?" Why were they talking about him as if he wasn't right here? He had half a mind to try muster the ability to reply for himself (Not that he actually had an answer, mind you) until the hand on his forehead was replaced by the - probably aforementioned - cooler cloth. It caused another - stronger - shiver to roll down his spine and through the rest of him, but it felt nothing if not practically heavenly against his feverish skin. (Feverish... Is that what's wrong with him? Sounds right...) Any trace of irritation was washed away along with all of his tension, leaving nothing but pure exhaustion behind. A simmer of sorts.

Everything started to feel distant again...

Tired... Really tired....

"He will be. He jus nee-..."

Everything faded out from there.

[callofdooty]

WIP Game!!

I got tagged by @samithemunchkin to do this :D Thank you very much!

You know the drill: create a new post with the names of all the files in your WIP file folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it.

List of WIPs (note that these are all fics, I just think adding .jpg/png/etc/ is funny):

SorryHesh.jpg

UhOh.png

Is It Cold Outside?

Woken Up Like An Animal

ColdVer.1

A Lighter Feeling

RoachWhump???.wav

Mystery Dungeon AU?

FoundFamilyBullshit

I never know who to tag for these things, so if you're interested on being on like. A list of ppl I know I can tag, let me know HAHA

Tagging: @bubble-dream-inc @goorehound (And of course, don't feel pressured to if you don't want to!)

[callofdooty]

Hesh Headcanons

Most of these came to me in the middle of the night LOL idk what this interpretation is but I'm rolling with it.

Family oriented. FAMILY ORIENTED.

This man values spending time with people so much. He's the one keeping up with his relationships when possible.

Loves easily and loves intensely. Not in any NSFW way I just mean this guy is so heartfelt and genuine it hurts.

Similarly, hell hath no fury like a Hesh scorned.

Intensely protective of everyone he loves. Puts himself between his loved ones and any perceived physical threat out of instinct.

I imagine he's the kind of guy to just. Take care of people. Esp when gets older, this man is making sure people are fed and are comfortable.

"I'm not comfortable if you're not comfortable." Kinda guy

Just for fun I think whittling would be a cute hobby for him. Whittles small wooden figures as gifts. Keeps his hands busy.

Has trouble sitting still for long periods of time. Not that he's bouncing off the walls, he just likes having smth to fidget with (like him throwing a ball for Riley in the first mission)

Animal lover. Just has a way of making animals trust him.

Headstrong motherfucker, will take on any challenege.

When his mother passed, Hesh started taking on responsibilities as a means to cope and also help out Logan and Elias.

Sort of a "grew up too quickly" kind of thing. Probably tends to take on more than he can actually handle, and gets frustrated when he can't, in fact, handle it.

So in a similar vein, hates being looked down on or being seen as a "kid" because he's not felt like a kid in a very long time.

If someone he loves gets hurt, it affects him heavily, especially if he thinks there was something he could've done to prevent it.

[callofdooty]

Wip Wednesday Time, I got whumpril fics in the works. Here's one of them! A little Hesh whump, as a treat :)

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"Yeah, Logan said you were planning on keeping this a secret," Elias sighed, and Hesh only feels all the more awful about it. As if sensing it, or even just straight up reading his mind, he continued, "I'm not angry. I just want to know what's going on with you. Why'd you want to hide this from me?"

"You had too much to worry about..."

"David, I'm always gonna worry about you. You're my son. There's never a time where I'm not worried about you and your brother."

"I know, I know, but- Jesus, I'm twenty-eight! I should be able to take care of myself. Not relying on my little brother or my damned dad like a kid anymore."

"Hesh, you relying on us is not a weakness." Oh boy. That's a sterner tone of voice all of a sudden. "When I brought you and Logan up, I wanted you to be able to rely on each other when you needed it. One day, I won't be around anymore, and it makes me feel a hell-of-a-lot better to know that you'll be able to get through hardships together."

"There's never any shame in letting your team help. That's what a team does, we look out for and support each other."

His mind immediately goes back to Ajax. The way Merrick and Keegan had spoke of him, the way they handled him in death... The closeness of the Ghosts, how they so obviously and openly care for their own... It reminds him of his own family, and knowing now that Elias had at least some hand in shaping these men into who they are, it's only become more clear. He can see the same teachings, same guidance, playing out in front of him. They're strangers, but they already feel so familiar.

"I know you prefer to be strong for others, and I wouldn't want you to be any other way, but you're not invincible, David. A man obsessed with his pride will eventually be a detriment. To himself and his team."

[callofdooty]

WIP Shenanigans

Ajax/Keegan edition!

Thanks to @faccal for the tag on this!!

Woe, Keegan/Ajax fluff be upon ye!

Keegan pressed himself to Ajax's back, head lazily resting on his shoulder. With a tired clumsiness, his arms wrap around Ajax's waist, hands sliding into the front pocket of his hoodie. It's a move that Ajax is more than familiar with by now; and he knows that Keegan must be exhausted if he's using his cuddly warmth sapping tactics in the open like this. Though, perhaps he's grown more comfortable around the Ghosts than Ajax first thought. It brought a fond smile to his face either way. He casually slides his own hands into his pocket to hold Keegan's frigid ones, their fingers lacing together comfortably.

"Tired?" It's a soft question, barely audible against the Ghosts' enthusiastic chattering.

"Mm." Ajax felt the vague hum more than he heard it, and it was followed by a deep sigh.

"Everything okay?"

"'s loud." As if to prove his point, a roar of laughter erupted from the group, and Keegan's hands shifted in Ajax's. That explained more than enough. Keegan's described it before; how too much noise overwhelmed him, especially when there was little else to focus on, how it built up into pressure and static in his head, sometimes to genuinely painful extents. He often pushed himself with it - which, in all honesty doesn't seem like a great idea - but eventually it'd be too much. Now he tends to let them know when he's reached his limit, in contrast to the early days where he'd leave without much of a word, leading to... a couple of unfortunate misunderstandings.

Getting acclimated to each other was a tricky process. Who knew?

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He gently carded his hand through Keegan's hair, lightly scratching his scalp every now and then, which makes him practically purr as he pulled Ajax closer. Tension melted away from them both, leaving them a content and sleepy tangle of limbs. Ajax can't think of anything better than this. Wrapped in Keegan's arms, cosy and lulled by the quiet of the room. It's not often they get to have moments like these. Moments where they're - for once - not jumping a shark tank; not throwing themselves into the hands of luck and praying that the inevitable lets them continue holding on to what's left of themselves. There's no tempting fate here. No fighting. No scrambling to survive. It's soft. It's peaceful. It's theirs. One of the few instances in their life that they can actually call their own. Sparse. Fleeting. Painfully hopeful. Glimmers of sunlight scattered in an endless mist. It's all theirs to bask in. To cherish. No matter how small or mundane it might seem. After all, the sunrise always seems a miracle to those that have never beheld it.

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Keegan getting cold easily > ? > Team Dad Rorke trying to warm up hypothermic Keegan w/ his own jacket