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[mellosdrawings]

Black Ops Fanweek/Safehouse Crew Week 2025

Day 3 Movie night/Game night

Slight nsfw I guess? Nothing explicit.

Being a leader is difficult. Marshall regrets everything.

[ladysouthpaw1213]

The Official Prompts for Safehouse Crew Week 2025!!!

From June 16th to June 22nd

Day 1: Fathers/Family

Day 2: Die Landebahn/ The Rook

Day 3: Game Night/Movie Night

Day 4: Nightmares/Recovery

Day 5: Missions/Day Off

Day 6: Beach/Barbecue

Day 7: Free Day

thanks you to everyone who voted in, we had so many amazing entries that it was hard to decide.

Here are some basic rules for the week

All types of fanstuff is allowed(Fanart, Fanfics, Renders, Gifs, Clips, Moodboards, Headcannons, etc). Just no ai

You are free to interpret the prompts in any way you like

Take as much time as you need, it’s okay if you are late

If you can, drop some comment and or on the participating creators of the works(even if you are not creating for this week), it would make their day

Have Fun and Spread the word

If you got any questions, feel free to DM Me

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I will forever adore the Safehouse interactions in BOCW

If you ever need inspiration/motivation for art/drawing

Or want to see what everyone saw in 2020 onward

[anime-potato-san]

SAFEHOUSE CREW: DAY 4 (NIGHTMARES)

Please ignore that I’m late again. Several days late

Everyone has nightmares. Realistic or not, they still manage to terrify and torment the poor soul suffering from them.

Bell is no different.

Bell, of course, has to deal with night terrors on a daily basis. And unfortunately, her brain has lots to work with to make her dreams hell. So many traumas to choose from. That night on the Trazadon airport? The Cuba mission? The cliff when Adler shot her? Her past…?

…What’s in that bunker…?

…Open the door, Bell…

…That damn red door…

Every time she thinks that she’ll finally be able to get through that door or get any progress, when she gets to the door, it’s just another hallway. So she tries again once she reaches the other door again. Then again. And again.

Door after door after door after door after door

It’s just never ends. All the while Adler’s voice is ringing through Bell’s ears, demanding she stop screwing around. Demanding that she just opens the door. As if she isn’t trying to. By God, does Bell want to open that stupid door. Anything to make it stop. Are the halls closing in? Are the walls turning into the red bunker door, or is it just her? The doors just surround her, begging to be opened. She couldn’t escape them even if she tried. Bell could have sworn she felt blood trickle down from her left eye as she opened yet another door. More doors. Then, she’s falling. It’s like there’s nothing in this world but darkness and those red doors that seem to be painted with blood at this point.

Bell jolted awake, just barely able to keep herself from making any noise. Yet another nightmare about that godforsaken bunker door. As much as she hates those kind of nightmares, at least tonight it wasn’t reviving Lazar’s death or imagining the others dying. No, tonight, the torment was just restricted to herself, and not once did she ever die in it. Death would have been a mercy, wouldn’t it? It would have made her wake up sooner. Maybe that’s just her own subconscious saying that. Would death have been better that day? Should she have died at Solvesky? Even though she was awake now, a part of Bell could have sworn that her left eye was throbbing in pain.

…Bell turned to her side and wrapped her arms around Adler, holding back tears as she nuzzles her head into his neck. When she felt him stir and turn over to face her, Bell tried to tell him that she was fine. As usual, Adler knew that wasn’t the case. Rather than asking about what nightmare she had, Adler held her closer, kissing a tear on her cheek, murmuring reassurances as Bell fell back asleep. Ironic, she thought. Comfort from the man who caused some of her nightmares. Bell slowly dozed off again, feeling safe this time.

(Thank you @mellosdrawings for the inspiration! Your artwork gave me an idea for one of Bell’s nightmares. Amazing artwork.)

[parvulous-writings]

Day 5 - Days off - Safehouse Crew Week 2025

Words: 1.3K

Notes: This is late, please don't mind it, I've been busy and mildly burnt out kfhgkfh If you’d like to support me more, consider reblogging! I’d appreciate it loads!!

As with all military and military adjacent operations, missions were important. Strategically, and somewhat as a release for any members of the team that were more… Highly strung, than the others. Giving them that release often made them much more bearable to be around – less snappy with the others, and more at ease with themselves. Of course, there’s no avoiding how important and central missions and operations are to continuing the fight for… Whatever cause the crew turned their hands to, no matter which front the individuals were fighting from. 

But the thing that really kept the team ticking along? The down-time. The days of rest. The time away from the front lines. Even if the group was staggered around the globe, there was always one or two left in the Rook. Very rare was it to have all of them in the Rook at once as of late - though still they each had their own little activities that kept them going and helped them wind down between missions. 

Woods - despite being mostly confined to the Rook and parts of its grounds, was often occupied with various plans for the safehouse, or helping work out wrinkles and foils in plans for upcoming missions and operations - working out routes people needed to take, and what contingencies needed to be in place should something go wrong out on the field. It may not have been as taxing in some ways as a lot of the tasks the others had to deal with, but he was still stressed, crabby, and honestly? Just very, very tired. Not to mention, somewhere within him, he missed being able to actually go out there, and help his teammates. He knew that what he did now was valuable, but sometimes it didn’t feel that way. 

When he gave himself - or was told to have - the odd day off, he liked to channel surf whatever was on the TV, or play pool. Though, he mainly did the latter when there was someone that wanted to play with him. Case and Marshall were his favourite opponents by far - Case was slightly more likely to lose than Marshall, but even then, the three men were somewhat even when faced off against each other. Woods could always count on a good, fair match when he was against either of them. Adler was okay to play against - but only when Frank was in the right mood. He had to put up a big fight every match against Russell, because if he didn’t, he was sure to lose. It was fun, but if he was in a bad mood? Not so fun - for anyone. So, he rarely faces off against the blonde, unless he feels lucky or has steam to blow off. There’s only one person out of the lot of them that he refuses to face. 

That person? Sevati Dumas. This was because, no matter how hard he tried, he simply could not beat her. Match after match, and they got the same result. He’d ask her over and over if she had a secret, what she did to just be so good at pool - but she’d only ever shrug at him and reply with ‘practice.’ He had challenged Felix once or twice - when he felt that he was losing his sanity from boredom - but had been turned down by the German, being told that, “It is much more fun simply to watch.” With the quiet addition that Felix wasn’t quite sure he would hear of; “And if your reaction to Miss Dumas’ victories is anything to go by, I would not wish to cause you any more embarrassment.” 

Troy liked to spend a lot of his spare time chatting with the others, about both everything and nothing. Exchanging advice, telling anecdotes, anything that came to mind - no matter how inconsequential it may be. His favourite talking partner? Woods. The man was an absolute goldmine of stories, good and bad, as well as tips for out on the field. He could be found talking with Frank a lot. Marshall looked up to the man, saw him as a role model of sorts - not that he would ever openly or directly admit to such a thing. It was one of those open-secret type of deals. No one ever commented on it, but everyone knew. When not talking to one of the other crew members, he normally can be found working out on the grounds, testing his skill and trying his best to improve, or checking over his equipment. He often would discuss what the best upgrades would be with Felix, knowing that despite the man’s moral aversion to taking another’s life himself, he wanted his teammates to have the best possible advantage that they could. 

Sev and Felix spent a lot of time together, doing various tasks. Quite a few of them, surprisingly, were domestic. With Woods unable to do a lot of cleaning, Felix took it upon himself to do so when not occupied with his own tasks. It was quite therapeutic to him, in some ways. He would get to methodically move through the Rook, cleaning each room in whatever way he liked, taking as much time as he so pleased. When Sev was around, she would occasionally help him. Only occasionally, since Felix would sometimes get a little bit agitated when she tried - he didn't mean to, but he had a system, and as much as he adored Sevati, he did not desire to explain the system to her whilst he was in the middle of it. The other task they do - more as a team, as Sev tests them - is tech modification. Upgrades, and getting them to seamlessly integrate with whatever equipment or gear they needed to use and wear next time they were out in the field. Whatever they’re doing, the others usually found it a good idea to leave them alone - so as not to intrude on the unnervingly thick sexual tension. 

Adler’s favourite way to pass the time or relax was, to the surprise of absolutely no one, smoking. That, or sulking around in the kitchen or saferoom with a downright sour look on his face. Sometimes the look bordered on sad, in a certain light. Not that Adler would ever even entertain that idea - Case tried to once, and the look that he got from Adler? One of the dirtiest looks he had ever seen, bar none. So, Russell was normally left to his own devices when not discussing anything related to leads and the like - and honestly? He much preferred it that way. 

Case was perhaps the… Strangest one, when it came to his spare time. He spoke to people, was involved in banter and menial tasks around the place - so to anyone not around him for an extended amount of time, he seemed fine, normal even. Unfortunately, to the rest of the crew, who had to spend nearly every day with him, he was anything but. He was weird. It wasn’t glaringly in your face obvious - he didn’t threaten anyone or stash weapons away in his quarters like some people may assume; but that’s what made iti so unnerving. Because after breakfast on a day with nothing to do, he just… Disappears. No one finds him for hours - until someone hears a shuffle from a dark corner. And there’s Case. Staring into the middle distance, crouched in the shadows of the corner. He doesn’t speak, doesn’t even acknowledge anyone else in the room with him. He’s in a world of his own. If it was just one corner, it wouldn’t have been so bad - but no. There were many places that Case deemed appropriate to lurk. So, whenever Felix was doing his usual chores, he got to play the wonderful game of; “Where’s Case”. Thankfully, after a while, a man can grow accustomed to another just lurking in whatever corner took his fancy. 

[writer-of-various]

Teacher AU

Woods: Alright you little shits, we are gonna learn how to make paper airplanes.

Hudson: Sit down and shut the fuck up. Now, open your textbook to page 145.

Mason: Alright, so who wants to know about history?

Bell: Are you my writing class or psychology class? Shit, fuck, excuse my language, dammit-

Adler: Do whatever you want, just don't wake me up.

Park: Physics 101, for dummies.

Lazar: Math is hard, but it will get easier along the way. I will teach you how to do math, but even I'll be naming mistakes.

Sims: I don't give a single fuck if you all are considered the "bad kids", just put on your gear and let's work on this bad boy here.

Weaver: Chemistry, network, or communication, which class are you?

[animefreak1145]

Church Bells(Adler x Bell!Reader x Woods)

Previous Intel Next Intel

Fifth Intel | Warmth

Description:

The world ended for Bell after Cuba.

The whole world than followed soon after.

Zombies AU | Drabble Format

Warnings/Tags: Mature Rating, Graphic Violence, Dark Themes, Trauma, Body Horror, Gore, Major Character Death, Brainwashing, Post!Cuba, Pre!Solovetsky, No Solovetsky, Female Bell, Older Man/Younger Woman

Words: 792

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The safehouse had it’s moments, you discovered. Even with the gray walls and floors and dreary aura that can be upon it that can match the walking dead outside. There were moments.

You would awake, early as it were like always(that work ethic of sleeping late and awakening early. You were the best for a reason. Second best.) and be met with coffee made for you already somehow. The way you would like it.

If you fell asleep at your desk or at a stray couch, overlooking plans and maps or other, a blanket would fall upon your shoulders when you awoke with bleary eyes. Never seeming to fail.

Mason would flick your forehead, calling you dingus with a teasing smile and eyes glittering as you rubbed the spot with a petulant pout and a mock glare at him. Before releasing the smile that finally escaped from your lips as Mason grinned. And explained for whatever reason he would call you that this time. (The last run being one of them.)

Woods would pull your beanie/ski mask over your face, blinding you momentarily before letting you go as he laughed and you would punch his shoulder. Once you finally lifted the cloth away from your eyes. He would just laugh harder and despite yourself, a smile would overtake your lips and you would chuckle and feel your shoulders lighter each time he did the obnoxious action. (Surprisingly. Strangely. You wish him to do it again to just get the feeling. He’s good at that.) You still punched him once more for good measure though. Your lips widening when he would wince.

Even Sims finally warming up to you. Outside of talking business and survival. Actually letting you help more with the backup generators. Throwing towels at you or you throwing at him back. You feel like how it was before(there was no before, the memories in Vietnam with him were fake too) and you were selfishly glad for it. Although, his stares at you whenever Adler is near or mentioned are interesting. But you never bring it up and you’re once again glad he doesn’t either.

Park was hard. The British woman you know is charming but can be professionally cold. She took a great part at what happened. You managed to read the files they had on you and your ‘progress’ or rather notes on you about. . .nonetheless. She’s charming. And survival is important. Park is a good run partner. And she can actually give a few more jokes than poking fun at Russian bespectacled prisoners. You think she wants Lazar to be alive in that way. So you tell your own jokes too. Based on the little quirks of her lips and her grateful eyes, you think she likes them.

You miss him too.

And Adler. . .

You thought of Lubyanka. Disguises on and passed the security gate. You see a commotion and can’t help but stray your eyes towards it to what seemed to be the camera room and soon your body did. You spot a KGB soldier look towards you, eyes narrowing before a hand grabbed your waist and bicep and whisked you away to a dark office. You only able to see a scarred face near yours, desk behind you, with the soldier over his shoulder distantly behind the door and your breath being stolen with a press of the lips. Hand still on your waist and squeezing as your eyes widened and staring at cool blue behind shades that were slightly coming off his nose only to close them as the kiss deepened when you gasped. Grabbing onto him by the back of his neck and nearly knocking his cap off his head to card through his hair as he seemed to rumble in his chest and almost seemed to want to push you further onto the desk. Only for him to pull back, lips hovering on yours after you gave a soft pull to his lips in response to his nip, and asking if their tail is gone. And your feelings of hope shattering as realization hit you at the words. The reasons behind his actions.

Adler is the same.

(Distant.)

You are thankful for it. Because you’ve been distant as well. Staying cooped into one part of the safehouse, what used to be a storage room near the main part of the safehouse with the evidence board. You tell the others is to work on something and wishing to be more private and focus. The others accepted it. Woods barely even though he fought you on it you were being a loner again. Adler only staring. Like always, with a cigarette between his lips. As if looking through you. You ignored it. You stayed at that part for days, rarely coming out. Only taking your notes. Writing. Constantly. And looking. And wondering.

You wonder what would Hudson say now.

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A/N: Feel like I should say feelings with Woods is sort of a slow burn. While Bell is more trying to get over Adler and what he’s done in the past.

Things are gonna get confusing for poor Bell.

But I like torturing her, so *shrugs*

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