#stellachapbell

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So have some really rough sketches of Stella as a fox.

I have this thing for the omega verse AU

She would be an Omega as a Fox

Her senses would be even stronger as well her vision and speed.

Hopefully I will get to do a full thing with her and Simon maybe even a story.

Im thinking of what she could be in the Monster AU that @bluegiragi has created. Especially after seeing @islandtarochips post this morning on Tiala.

But anyway enough yapping.

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I have been sketching to practice and playing around with some things.

Thank you

@welldonekhushi @islandtarochips

For letting me use your ocs I have had so much fun!

Tiala Kanoa Agnes Nigel to Islandtarochips

Aditya Yuvraj and Ajrun to Welldonekhushi

Some of these will turn into actually drawings.

I will probably do some more of these at some point. Hope you enjoy !

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Full Name: Stella Chapbell

Codename: Valkyrie

Age: 33

Height: 5'2

Nationality: German (stationed in the UK)

Languages: Fluent in German, English (with errors), Russian, and conversational Spanish some Arbic from (Captain Arjun)

Personality:

Hard exterior with quirky, caring undertones

Struggles with grief, abandonment, and mistrust

Occasionally slips into German when emotional or angry

Misuses English idioms (adds flavor and charm)

Brilliant at reading people — profiling skills are second to none

Her Relationship with Task Force 141

Price: Father figure who saw her potential and gave her another chance

Ghost: Her lover, with whom she forms a trauma-bonded, emotionally complex relationship

Soap: Her sarcastic older brother figure—teases her, supports her

Gaz: Best friend acts as her emotional balance

Laswell: At first, Valkyrie didn't know how to take her. Especially when everything happened with Shepherd, but once she finds out that Laswell was in the same boat as them. She trusted her.

Stella’s background:

Stella was the young girl who lived outside. Her mom always had a hard time getting her to come in. When Stella got old enough, she would go to the cities/towns with her father to help trade or sell things for the family. Her father noticed then her talent. Stella could tell when a person was gonna rip her father off. She stood up to them. Her father was getting ready to pass the business down to her. He knew it would be in good hands with her. When two soldiers came up and asked Stella if she wanted to join. Stella jumped for it. More adventures, and she would outside all the time. Her father got upset and told her no. He told her if she went, then never come back. It hurt her, but her heart was pulling to the adventures. She loved her family and never wanted to disobey. She hugs her mom and turns and goes with the soldiers. She sealed the deal.

To this Stella’s father served in the war. The cold war to be exact. He didn’t want to see his baby girl go down the same road as him or be brought down with what the war brings. He still loves her but he was trying to protect her.

In the military: Stella passed everything like it was nothing. People were impressed with her and some had suspicion of her. She loved being outside, but soon she started to dislike what the job would bring. She climbed the ranks with her profileling skills. She becomes a secret weapon in interrogation. Stella falls in love with her Captain, whose name is Peter. They were going in on some intel when they got ambushed. Peter died protecting her. She soon finds out there a rat in unit and she was sent to UK. She was told for her safety, but the higher-ups told Price it was to keep eyes on her. He had to work with her and report back. Stella stays a year with Price and Gaz. Price then reports back it wasn't her and lost a good person. Stella had the choice of going back or staying, and she stays. She works on getting everything moved to the UK as Gaz helps her with her English and etc. Price continues to monitor and father her. Thats when he asked her to join. Task Force 141.

After MW2 Stella does go back to her parents as Simon goes with her. Her father was on his death bed. When she went back she was really nervous which was different for her. Her father apologizes to her and tells her he is proud of her. He as well explained why he was harsh on her when she asked to go. Stella gained more respect for her father as she lost all the guilt and anger. It was a few days later he passes. Stella was relieved and glad she made that decision cause now she could carry on knowing she had her father's approval. Stella didn't want to leave her mother and begged her to come back to United Kingdom with her. But her mom reassured her that she would be okay. She would be with her sister. They still send letters.

Fun facts about Stella

Ghost is the only one who knows what she is really saying in German. He never told anyone, but he studied up on her language to understand her. Soap and the others find out by how many times she says it with a translation, then they figure out thats what she means when she says it again.

She loves spicy foods. The more spicy, the better.

She secretly loves tea but will never let the team know that.

She did have long hair till she moved the UK, and she cut it short.

Stella looks mean and acts like it, but deep down, she is just a big teddy bear.

She loves to prank the team, especially Soap.

In her spare time, she actually likes to journal or read. Some in English, some in German

With her being a soldier, she doesn't really like to drink. Sometimes, she has one or two she goes crazy if she gets drunk. So, to cool her nerves, she smokes. That's her escape.

She isn't very easy person to gain trust. But once she does she is loyal to you. You cross her thats it its done.

Her nicknames

Price: Stel (dad voice)

Ghost: Herzstück (a piece to my heart)

Soap: Short stack, blondie

Gaz: Friend

Her friends

"Butterfly" Samantha (@welldonekhushi )

Caption Arjun (@welldonekhushi )

Kanoa Toa ( @islandtarochips )

Agnes ( @islandtarochips )

Many many more.

Her face clam

Stella’s Playlist. I have them on Youtube

Playlist

Yes, you are allowed to draw her if you want.

If you do or do a fanfic with her, use #Stellachapbell #Valkyrie

Here is some drawings of her over the years

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Okay this is the start to Simon and Stella starting their future together.

I was talking with @islandtarochips (Thank you) and she helped me come up with this idea. That Price suggests them to talk with a therapist to help them. Cause their relationship is based on trauma bonding. Which later leads to puppy. But enough said. Here is part one to

Tank

Stella was sitting at the table she twisted the ring around on her finger. She was happy but also afraid. Every time she looked at it all she could see was the man in her past bleeding out in front of her. She had no idea Simon had even came in till he snapped his fingers in front of her.

"Huh? Uh..Yeah." she answered quickly as she hides her hands looking around. Her leg was still bouncing like crazy.

"I didn't say anything Love. Expect Mornin'"

He sits down next to her as he puts his hand on her leg. He squeezes her knee a bit. She started to relax to soon her leg stilled. He had took a sip of his tea as he sits it down.

"What has you all up tight?"

She started not to answer but if they was gonna spend forever together she needed talk to him.

"Its just...I got this far last time. What i-" he makes her look at him as his rough finger comes to her chin. He pulls her head towards him gently. She studies his eyes through the mask.

"Stella..This time will be different. I'm not gonna leave you."

She sighs as her eyes look down into his lap.

"Yeah thats what he said to."

Simon knows what she is talking about but to see her suffering kills him. He wishes he could take it all away and just hold it for both but he can't.

"Stel. Look at me." She keeps looking down till that commanding tone came in

"Look. At. Me." Her eyes go up to meet his dark brown eyes.

"Its gonna be okay. We will get through this." He rubs his thumb over her bottom lip gently as it soft and warm against his calloused rough skin. "One day at time. Yeah?"

She finally smiles it was soft and small but it was there. He smiles back at her. The only rare thing she gets to see.

"Yeah. You always know what to say."

"I guess I did learn a thing or two from the old man."

That got a laugh out of her as she leans into Simon's arms. He holds her against him with his resting on her hip. He gives it a gentle squeeze as he looks ahead and sips his tea. This was gonna be a huge change for them both. Did he move to fast? Was they even ready? They both went to one man they know will set them straight. Price.

Stella gently knocks on the office door as he looks up.

"Come in."

They both walk in as Simon shuts the door back behind him.

"What can I help you two with?"

Price asked him still looking at the paperwork with the glasses on the tip of nose.

"We need some advice." Stella was fidgeting Price looks up to see the two of them nervous as he sighs. He takes his glasses off and lays them on the desk. He sits back and crossed his arms across his chest lightly as he tells them to sit. Stella felt like she couldn't sit. That was till Captain/dad tone comes in. "Sit." She sits finally but her leg was bouncing. Simon slowly reaches over and takes her hand in his. She finally could stop her leg but her heart was still racing. Stella finally breaks the silence.

"Ghost and I have been talking. We don't know how to...um...I don't know...Be a normal couple."

Price chuckles as he leans up to his desk as he puts his elbows on the desk. He clasped his hands together.

"Stella love...There are no normal couples. Marriage is messy. Each one is unique cause as the years go on you learn to love each other more then the last."

Simon shifts a bit.

"I think what she was trying to say. Is all we know is by bonding by trauma. We want to make this work."

Price thinks for a second they really good for each other. Stella is just stuck with abandonment and Simon is afraid his ghosts will effect his love for Stella.

"Alright...How about this? Why don't I refer you the therapist?"

Stella spits out the words before she could even think.

"I'm not crazy I don't need a shrink."

Price pinched the bridge of his nose. He exhales.

"Not what I'm saying."

Simon turns to her as he squeezes her hand.

"He is saying for us to get over the trauma so we can bond more with each and not be trapped by that."

Price nods his head relieved that one of them got it.

"Exactly."

Stella then sits back as she feels stupid for what she just did

"Okay. I will try."

Price gently smiles as he leans back in his chair again.

"That's all I want you do is try love. Both of you."

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Hi! Welcome to the page about Stella Chapbell.

Her story is huge and still a work in progress

Stella "Valkyrie Chapbell

Her codename

Mw1 (started)

Mw2 (almost finished)

Mw3 (coming soon.)

Side stories

Stella’s Citizenship

Stella’s Engagement

Tank

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Okay I'm just gonna lore drop with Stella then run! This is from Modern Warfare when they have some down time. Stella was talking with Gaz and Price

The two were bonding well. Stella was taking a leap by trusting Kyle—but if John trusted him, then she felt she could too. Price sat with them as they talked about things from “back in the day.” Stella listened to him with the quiet attentiveness of a child listening to a father. Price noticed the way her eyes softened, shining with that longing for affection she so desperately sought.

They were still waiting for the call from Alex while he worked with Farah.

Laswell rounded the corner and smiled at the scene before her. For once, she saw Stella relaxed—still fragile, still broken, but undeniably innocent.

“Ah, Laswell,” Price said, gesturing to an empty seat. “Come join us. We were just sharing stories from the old days. Got any to add?”

Laswell chuckled as she sat down.

“Not if I want to keep my reputation.”

“Oh, do tell,” Price teased.

“Now, now… besides, you know most of my work is classified.”

John laughed, taking a slow puff of his cigar.

“Well… yes, you’ve got me there.”

Stella glanced between them, confused. Was Laswell higher ranked than them? Her curiosity slipped past her filter before she could stop herself.

“Why is that?” she asked, stumbling slightly over the words.

Laswell looked over at her and chuckled softly.

“I’m CIA. I work closely with military personnel.”

“Oh… that makes sense.”

Stella paused, thinking, then looked back at Kate.

“So that means you know Russell Adler?”

The reaction was immediate.

Laswell and Price exchanged a sharp look. Price froze mid-movement, ashes from his cigar falling slowly into the tray—as though even time had stopped to listen.

“Lass…” Price said quietly. “How do you know Adler?”

Stella’s heart hammered. She looked between them, suddenly unsure if she had said something she shouldn’t have.

“My dad spoke of him,” she said slowly. “He said Adler saved his life.”

Kate and Price exchanged another stunned look—this one heavier, more serious.

Now im gonna run

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Part 3 and Final to Stella’s Citizenship

As the days passed, Stella completed the extra steps. Now, it was just the waiting game. She was getting ready to head out when someone walked in with mail in hand.

“It’s for you, Sergeant Chapbell.” He handed her an envelope. She accepted it gently and nodded.

“Thank you, sir.”

Saying thank you still felt foreign compared to danke, but others didn’t notice the difference the way her team did. She started to slip the envelope into her pocket when Soap chimed in.

“Open it, lass.”

She hesitated, glancing at Ghost beside her. He was steady, as always. If it was bad news, she didn’t want her head clouded in the field. She slid her knife across the seal, tucked the blade away, and slipped the letter from inside. After scanning the words, she looked up, crumpling the edge of the paper in her hand.

“I got accepted to the ceremony!”

She jumped up and down, Soap joining in while the others watched—shocked, but fully understanding how much it meant to her. Price eventually stepped forward, his authority grounding the excitement.

“When do you have to be there?”

Stella glanced back at the letter.

“Uh… a week from today. Tuesday, 0800.”

Price nodded. “Alright. It’s set. We should be back by then. Wheels up—let’s go.”

His Captain’s voice cut through, and the team moved out.

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A week later, they returned on Monday. Stella showered and cleaned up, but sleep was elusive. Simon stayed up with her—normal for them.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen you this nervous,” he said, rubbing her arm as her leg bounced.

“I don’t think I have, to be honest. I can handle firefights, but this… this has me all torn up.”

Simon pulled her closer.

“This is huge. It’ll affect your—our—life, whether we want to admit it or not.”

She looked up at him. “Yeah, but the battlefield is the same, right?”

He paused, his eyes dropping to hers before giving her a gentle squeeze.

“Yes and no. Yes, because it can be. No, because the battlefield isn’t a choice. This is. You chose this.”

She smiled and nestled against him.

“Danke, Simon… Ich liebe dich.”

He lowered his chin to her head, smiling softly.

“Ich liebe Sie auch.”

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The next morning, after only two or three hours of sleep, Stella dressed in her uniform. She checked every detail, making sure it was crisp and in place. Simon walked in with his cap in hand. She looked up, her blonde hair neatly styled, a touch of makeup softening her sharp features. He stepped closer, pretending to straighten her medals before leaning in to whisper something just for her. She smiled as they both put on their hats and stepped out together.

Outside, she found the whole team waiting in uniform. She couldn’t deny the smile that spread across her face or the warmth that filled her chest.

At the ceremony, they separated—Stella joining the group of applicants, the others taking their place among the guests. When she was called up, she stood at attention, her voice steady as she recited each part. She didn’t stumble or mix her words, and relief washed over her. After deliberation, the officials called her forward and handed her the certificate. She wanted to leap with joy, but held her composure.

“Thank you, sir!”

Afterward, though, was another story. She celebrated without restraint.

“We officially have a German-Brit! Let’s go celebrate!” Soap shouted.

Price clapped her shoulder as Gaz gave her a nod and a tap. Simon hugged her tightly from behind as she watched her team ahead of her. She leaned back into him, a smile tugging at her lips.

This was home.

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Part 2 of Citizenship

Later that night, Stella sat on the cot when Simon came in. He glanced over at her—dressed in a tank top and slacks, her tattoo exposed. The skull face cracked with roses always made his heart race; she’d gotten it in honor of them. He stripped off the rest of his gear, setting his gloves neatly on the table before sitting down beside her in his tactical pants and compression shirt. Pulling her against him, she rested her head on his chest while his hand stroked gently up and down her arm.

“You’ve got this. No need to worry. You’ll pass this like everything else.”

She smiled, leaning up slightly before reaching for a letter from her mother.

“You need to read this.”

She handed it to Simon, who took it carefully.

*Dear Stella, my little sunshine,

I am so happy for you. I nearly shouted when I read that you were engaged again! Baby, I am so proud of you—you pushed through and found love once more. From what you’ve told me, this man loves and cares for you. I don’t worry as much anymore, my sunshine. I will hold onto this photo for a long time—please do send more. Papa will never find them.

Ghost, please take care of my sunshine. You have my blessing to marry my girl.

Love,

Mrs. Chapbell.*

Simon looked at her, his eyes glistening with tears he tried to contain. Stella took the letter back as he slid his mask up, pinching the corners of his eyes.

“I’m glad your mum gave me her blessing. You don’t know what that means to me. The woman who raised you now says I can have you…”

Stella leaned close, and their lips brushed in a soft kiss.

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The next morning, Stella threw on one of Ghost’s hoodies over her slacks and stepped out, where Kyle greeted her with a folder in hand. Her heart dropped until she reached for a mug and began pouring herself coffee.

“It’s okay,” Kyle said, smiling. “Not as bad as it looks.”

Relieved, she sat with him as he placed the folder in front of her. Setting her cup down, she leaned forward to look it over.

“This is just basic documentation—name, social security, the usual,” Kyle explained.

She nodded, carefully filling everything out and checking with him to make sure her answers were correct. Within a few minutes, she finished, and Kyle skimmed through the pages.

“Alright. All we need now is Price’s signature, and we can send it off.”

Stella blinked.

“Wait… that simple?!”

Kyle chuckled. “Yeah, that simple. Plus, you marrying Simon soon makes things easier.”

Before Stella could reply, Soap rounded the corner.

“Did I miss the fun? The mighty Valkyrie bringing her reign down on paperwork?”

Stella shot him a look.

“English is complicated. There are so many versions—it should just be one.”

Soap plopped down beside her.

“Aye, but it’ll come second nature to you soon enough.”

Stella ran a hand through her hair with a sigh.

“Let’s just hope it does before the big day. If not, I’ll make a fool of myself.” She chuckled, though the sound was tight.

“It’ll be fine if you do.” Soap clapped her shoulder warmly. “They’ll see how much you’ve fought and bled to protect this country. That should be enough. And if it’s not…” He leaned in like he was delivering a punchline. “I’ll tackle them.”

That earned a smirk from her—he nearly cracked her.

“You’re unbelievable.”

“But amazing,” he grinned. That did it—she laughed for real this time.

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Later, Stella carried the folder to Price. Papers about her already covered his desk.

“Gaz said you just need to sign this off.”

Price glanced up, removed his glasses, and took the folder with care.

“I’ll do that and send it in. We should hear back soon. There are still a few more steps you’ll need to take in the meantime, but we’ll help you through them.”

Stella smiled.

“Danke.”

Danke means thank you in German.