#hesh walker

[lacaptaine]

Hesh is lucky he's a firstborn son and not a firstborn daughter

[tokillamockingbird427]

You think if Logan got Keegan pregnant Hesh would step in as a like a baby daddy in law or like

[tokillamockingbird427]

Hesh would be an earthbender… I can feel it in my noggin.

[tokillamockingbird427]

Really believe they can go far if they make a point of showing how Merrick and Hesh grow together as mentor and mentee. You know? Like Merrick is generally a hard ass but he was concerned for Logan and David when they insisted they go after Rorke. Already making big strides after Elias got killed. Like he realized “Oh shit I’m in charge now.” And locked in.

Keegan would be there for the emotional support that Hesh would need, being his bestie in short terms, but Merrick would be the one to ensure Hesh actually takes to the leadership role in a way where he’ll learn how to use his authority well without being overwhelmed by it.

Big fan big fan

[hesh-w]

[tokillamockingbird427]

Hesh probably sees Riley as his son ngl. He had to raise that furry fuck (lovingly said) and it includes all the typical dad-things. Feeding. Bathing. Helping shit. Playing. Etc. You’d think that would make Logan Riley’s uncle but no. Riley is his brother.

[tokillamockingbird427]

He CANNOT be cool and brooding. He’s capable at his job because it’s his life but he’s a massive noob otherwise. Take this man grocery shopping and he’ll disassociate in the middle of the dairy aisle listening to the fridge hum until someone takes him back to the car. He cannot be a normal person. Hesh remarks to Keegan that he’s cool and Keegan sits there baffled and unsure. Then he gets nervous because he doesn’t know if he should reciprocate the compliment or if he waited too long and now he’s weird for sitting there staring and he’s so uncomfortable he just leaves. And then cries at 3am when he can’t sleep and starts feeling bad for hurting Hesh’s feelings. (Hesh is perfectly fine.)

[lacaptaine]

[Performance Anxiety]

Game: Call of Duty: Ghosts

Pairings: David "Hesh" Walker x Reader (gender-neutral)

Summary: You found out Hesh used to play guitar - long, long, long, looong ago. He's a bit bashful, ease him into it.

Warning: No warnings. fluff, I normally like Hesh suffering but this time it's lovey-dovey mwah mwah sunshines and rainbows

Note: I had it in my drafts on da phone for MONTHS LOL I wanted to finish it properly, but tbh I haven't I'm too easily distracted for this and love starting 100405 projects at once. So let's just say maybe I'll take care of this if I feel like it or if anyone will like it. Who knows! Also posting from my phone, so it will absolutely very likely have bullshit I didn't notice. Also Tumblr is working against me. Also wow, who would have thought, another Hesh fic.

“You said you knew how to play!” You couldn’t help laughing as you watched David pick up the guitar like it was made out of things one would rather not touch with bare hands.

“I did— well, I used to…” he replied somewhat solemnly as he held the instrument whilst he lowered himself on the bed right near you, caressing the guitar with his green eyes.

David scarcely belonged to a category of a man difficult to read; or perhaps such was the case after you've known him for so long. Because when it comes to Walker? You'd find an unclothed body  less exposed than his soul. His anger was visible long before he'd express it. He smiled so gently at the smallest things that pleased him. You could tell when he was sad long before he'd know it himself.

So when you watched as his fingers traced the curves of that long-lost love of his, which sung to him under tenderest of his touches; you knew that fondness - for all that he associated with such an unseemingly simple instrument. That fondness spread warmth through entirety of his being. You saw it in the way he eyed it so carefully, remembering every detail on the instrument and in the way he experimentally pulled at the strings.

He sat down near you, the bed dipping under his weight whilst you curiously pulled yourself closer to him. He approached playing on his instrument somewhat akin to a dog approaching an anxious hedgehog. It was strange to see David like this; so shy, so unsure - the man you knew not as a sheepish one. You cocked an eyebrow with a tender smile spreading over your face, and he couldn't help groaning slightly.

"Don't tell me you're shy now?" You asked, giving him a gentle push to the shoulder.

"It's been a long time," he sighed although he showed no sign of hostility. "Just..."

"Yeah?"

"... Don't laugh, okay?"

"I'm a mean person, but I'm not cruel, David. Come on." You encouraged, shifting your position so that you laid down on your stomach now, elbows holding the weight of the head on your hands.

"Comforting."

"Play something... How about... I don't know Take On Me?" You proposed, and the innocent value of your proposition got the man barking out a laugh; now who's laughing at whom? You were certainly a little bewildered but no offense crossed over your expression. A chuckle of your own escaped you. "What?"

"Like hell I could play that!" His voice rumbled, lightness bouncing all over the walls and filling your heart with affection. In a show of mild disapproval you shook your head and opened your palms briefly in defense. Nothing embarrassing about your proposition, but you did feel the need to maintain your honor... One way or another.

"I don't know what you could or could not play!" You retorted, listening as his laugh soon dissolved into tiny goofy giggles. After rolling your eyes, finding it now the perfect opportunity to encourage him to play; you immediately followed with a different set of ideas. "What about something you played when you started? A song that you liked?"

David hummed thoughtfully, his eyes on you but mentally going through the archive of his memories. Or was he still uncertain? Regardless, making fun of him had little to do with your intentions. How could you ridicule him when a man you've thought you've known for so long, that you've thought wouldn't surprise you, happens to reveal just another intimate piece of him? How your imagination explored the idea of him sitting on his bed, trying and playing all those different tunes. All the attempts, trials and errors, all the successes and satisfied smiles that adorned his cheeks.

How could you make fun of him for that? To learn that a person you adore found an interest in something so tender as the strum of a guitar. You were smitten. Curious. Eager to find out more.

"Fine, fine." He smiled, his gaze settling on the instrument, fingers splaying, trying to remember their correct placing.  "... Just please, don't-"

"I won't dream of making fun of you. I'm serious." You insisted, because it was the truth and he looked at your eyes for a longer while to find it. But you were sincere. Your voice has grown much softer as you continued. "I've never seen this side of you.. I'm curious and fascinated as hell."

David chuckled, dragging rough fingertips over the strings gently. "I sure hope I won't disappoint now. I'm rusty as a nail."

"Come on, David. You probably sound better than you give yourself credit for." You gave him further encouragement that he wouldn't have found otherwise had you not stated it out loud.

David pouted in thought, settling his eyes on the strings and pulled some of them.

And then he played. Just like that.