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[undeadbolt]

cod side blog | main: @moltage

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call me oliv | he/him | 20

[undeadbolt]

As much as I hate Warzone's seasonal post-campaign stories, Infinity Ward has shown that they care about the Warzone story updates and that they are actively integrating them into the next campaigns. Alex and Graves getting their comebacks through Warzone, Valeria escaping prison post-MWII and now coming back to play a big role in MW4. So you would understand my frustration when they completely ditch Andrei Nolan and the rest of Konni Group despite showing me in MWIII WZ Season 1 that he was indeed alive and kicking and very much active in fucking shit up again.

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*runs in here from Pinterest*

Dokkaebi w Nolan-

*skiddadles*

KSJSMWPWJDNSJ I love how on point this is because Dokkaebi specializes in drones 😭

Makes me think maybe she'd build shit like this in her free time purely to prank Nolan and terrorize him. It used to be birds when Nolan was young, but now it's the tech version of them that's taunting him. Some of them are too absurd for him to even get mad at (like the picture), some of them catch him really off guard and screaming, some get punched the moment they get close, followed by a giggle coming over the comms or a shout from Dokkaebi "HEY I WORKED HARD ON THAT WHY WOULD YOU BREAK IT" cut to them fighting and arguing like siblings....

imagine a cuter version where Nolan's feeling down and brooding in a corner somewhere , maybe argued with Makarov or performed terribly on something , and he suddenly hears the mechanical whirring of a tiny little robot-thingy approaching him, with a note from Ari on it.. "Wanna grab food?"

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"You really were a warlord?" Nolan asks, fascinated, legs swinging back and forth on the table he's currently occupying.

Ari considers brushing off the question. While her employment under Terminus Outcomes was generally a good run, it wasn't the proudest moment of her career when Deadbolt operatives took her fortress down and forced her into fleeing. (Again. How many more times does she need to go on the run? Maybe Konni Group would be her last, she hoped.) She would have to get back at Soap Mactavish for that later, it was part of why she was working for Konni in the first place.

"Yeah." She simply answers, kind of hoping Nolan would drop the question already, but it was also hard to get mad at the man when he was just asking out of genuine curiosity. He sounded impressed.

"No way," He sounds like an excited little boy. "Where were you located then?"

"Zaravan City, downtown Urzikstan."

It had been nice. A whole skyscraper all to herself, in command of the entire region with her own army of mercenaries working for her. That is until...

"And you had, like, actual actual zombies in there?"

"Are you joking?"

"I'm just curious!"

"Yeah. If you really want to know. It was Viktor Zakhaev who started all of it, I'm sure the Commander was well acquainted with him."

"He was." Nolan pauses for a moment, unsure of what to say next. "You are really cool, you know that?"

Ari laughs at that. Nolan had no business being here, and she certainly had no interest in companionship either. And yet there they were. Nolan had kept asking her questions about her past deployments, maybe it was a test, maybe Nolan really did want to get to know her and become her friend. Ari didn't really care so long as she kept him at a safe distance. You never know.

Though she decides on the latter when Nolan keeps asking her questions about zombies, how they work, what was it like, how she managed... Like a little boy discovering there was a whole new world out there... Ari would find it annoying if it weren't for the pure enthusiasm in the mans voice, so, she keeps entertaining his questions as they hang out in Ari's lab, working on the gadgets Makarov requested while Nolan was minutes away from being scolded for being somewhere he was not supposed to be.

"Just hand me the screwdriver, Nolan."

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A part of me wants Nolan and Dokkaebi to work together again as they salvage the remains of Konni Group and try to come back from it after the unfortunate end to their... commander... but they clash.

Because realistically Nolan would want to continue Makarov's cause right? Carry on the man's legacy. Except Nolan doesn't have the same power. He's not Russian, he can't start shit, he can't put Russia into focus.

Plus why do that when there's another Korean war knocking on the door? So who would he side with? Obviously, North Koreans. The very same people Dokkaebi has been running away from for a long time.

Logically Dokkaebi would have no reason to serve beside Nolan, and she would just move onto the next contractor inside KorTac but... For old times sakes... sighs

[on-a-lucky-tide]

I think you'd appreciate that the promo pics they just released of Price and Ghost have these little details on them, Price's says "Hunted" and Ghosts says "Hunter". Also Price's picture has "cross the line" and Ghosts one says "hold the line". 👀 Shits about to get so real.

I need these in my life, Non. 'Cause they got me thinking of all the Ghostprice I've written and how they work together and urgggghh..

[undeadbolt]

it's a bit blurry since they made it as tiny as possible but 👁️👁️

[tacticalmarten]

t..this....snff... as nolan.......... ಥ⁠_⁠ಥ

IT ISS

Imagining this with hybrid Nolan too... big mountain lion hybrid sleeping, waking up and do tiny stretch. Ears tilting back, tail twitching. He lets out a little grumble as he rolls over... a sleepy sigh before he decides he doesn't want to get up yet and goes right back to sleep...

[x3no9]

As promised: sneak peek at collared Makarov. 🖤

[undeadbolt]

ouyhhhhgh 👁️👁️

[tacticalmarten]

His knees ached, his jaw ached, his throat sore, his mind blissfully empty.

Makarov leans back in his office chair, meeting with a few of the inner circle, discussing plans and possible promotions for those who deserve it. All while Nolan sat between his thighs, hidden by the desk.

He'd tugged his fly down, pushed fabric out of the way enough for Nolan to have something to do with his mouth besides talk. As much as he liked listening to him, hearing what he had to say, he needed him to be silent.

So threading his fingers through his Captains hair he pulls his head closer, hearing him gag and choke, feeling his throat tighten. The hand on his leg tapping desperately, needing to breathe. He lets him, he was nothing but merciful with him wasn't he?

"We should restock on supplies while we are here, I don't want to find us in need of the basics if we are in danger." Makarov sighs, writing something down, voice level and calm, bored. He keeps pulling Nolan back towards him, then away again, using his mouth like he knew he liked. "Is there a problem?"

The two sitting across from him shift in their seats, they knew what was going on, knew better than to comment on it. This wouldn't be the first or the last time he was doing something like this during a meeting.

"No, Sir. No problems." He scoffs, pulling Nolan in again, ignoring the little warning taps on his leg this time, slowly rolling his hips into Nolan's mouth. "Good, you're dismissed then."

He waited until they were gone before he let Nolan go, hearing him cough and gasp for air. Looking up at him with wet eyes and red parted lips. His hair a mess, he was a mess.

"Did I say you were done?" Nolan groans, shivering, his eyes close, opening his mouth and getting back to work.

[tacticalmarten]

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Curse you for infecting my mind with this

"Problem Komandir?" There it was, that cheeky little smile, blue eyes shining with amusement and mischief.

He really should have expected this, it's happened every time they start play fighting, training, wrestling. He vastly underestimates the man above him, perhaps it was his ego talking, telling him he would win this time, or the arrogance that drew him in.

He's on his back now, arms out to the side, legs parted as the asshole above him slides his knee up, leaning over him more when he tries to move, keeping him in place.

He tilts his head away, not wanting to look at that smug expression, the pride, the amusement. Nolan laughs softly, running one hand through soft short black hair, he hated him. He really did.

"Andrei..." He tried to move again, bringing one arm up, hand resting on the back of Nolan's thigh, playing with the shorts he wore. Nolan leaning into him more, heavy bastard.

"You're crushing me..." More soft laughs, he felt the hands on his sides, sliding under his shirt. His face tucked into his neck with a content sigh.

"Really... now?" He sighs, pulling his head back by his hair. "Fine, roll over."

Nolan obeyed like always, smiling at the promise of a treat...

[localgoblinlad]

a good soldier–a leal hound

[nocturnaltigerrevelation]

[777anon]

Snow Leopard!Makarov three seconds before killing whoever walked in on him being cute:

[shadow0-1]

[visaiart]

🎻🎻🎻

[nekrosmos]

Eepy Nolan 💤​

[ocaekija]

trying to get my juice back, its not going well. i somehow got nolan brain worms halfway through anatomy practice and uhh, got carried away.

something still looks wrong with it and my eyes hurt too much to figure out why *pain*. (edit: ofc its right after i post when i figure out the issue le sigh, reuploaded)

[calledannabella]

russian fella