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Warning: emotional numbness, implied depression, Angst. Character: Hesh walker Song rec: Mice On Venus
○ Hesh Walker no longer looks in the mirror the way he once did.
○ It’s not melodrama. It’s just a quiet, unspoken truth. Since the day his father’s heart gave out and Logan vanished like dust on the wind, something hollowed out inside him. Not shattered — not broken in any obvious way — just emptied. A soft erasure, like someone had scraped out all the color from within him with the edge of a dull blade.
○ He doesn’t know what he's supposed to feel. Anger? Maybe. Sadness? Probably. Mourning? Grief? Words like those seem too clean, too neat. Emotions are supposed to arrive with names, faces, pulses — but what he feels doesn’t. It just sits there, shapeless and heavy, like fog that never lifts.
○ So he doesn’t say much. He doesn’t cry. Doesn’t rage. He does what he knows how to do: he keeps quiet and keeps working. The way a lieutenant should. The way he always has.
○ But the team notice.
○ They see the dark, sharp lines etched under his eyes — not just from sleepless nights, but from something deeper, something lodged in the bones. They see the tension in his jaw, the way he stands a little too still, as if movement might shake something loose inside him that he’s not ready to face.
○ Yet he remains what he’s always been: a born leader. Natural. Unyielding. Even when hollow, Hesh Walker is still the man others follow without question — the kind of man who doesn’t need to shout to be heard.
this is how cod ghosts 2 is going to start.
✧˖* Kick call of duty ghosts gifs°࿐
Merrick: "Kick, you'll handle perimeter and security. Nothing and no one gets through."
Kick: "And no one gets out either."
©️Scenes from ASP3RITY on youtube.
Since i made so many updates in the server i should announce on them here.
Cod Ghost server
Hey! It seems like a lot of people still don’t know about our Call of Duty: Ghosts Discord server and keep asking around—even though it’s already pinned in my post! and i have already written in my bio about it.
So, just to clarify—we have a SFW Discord server that’s a safe space for minors. We share art, memes, chat, and just have fun together!
When you join, you’ll need to stay in the verification room for a bit. We’ll just ask about your Tumblr account to make sure you’re not someone we’ve banned before.
So, what are you waiting for? Here is the invite!
Playing cod ghosts but i can't cry.
playing struck down mission and cry Doesn't count because ajax died.
playing sin city mission and cry Doesn't count because elias died and told logan everything is going to be okay before he dies.
playing all or nothing mission and cry Doesn't count because in the begining hesh talked about elias, and also doesn't count again because hesh saw the mask is given to logan and tried to play it off.
playing the ghost killer mission and cry Doesn't count because the ending is shit asf.
Crying at the end of the game Doesn't count because a pit scene showed up and logan is there.
When they bring up hesh walker and i didnt glaze On him at the slightest thing, like him being so wronged-treated, how he deserves better, how he needs a break from everything:
Remember
Call of Duty: Ghosts always felt... off. Not just in the graphics, the textures, or whatever technical flaw caught your eyes—it was deeper than that. It was in the way the game was put together, the way scenes unfolded without care, like the developers were just going through the motions.
Take that infamous kick scene. The driving sequence. The way he wasn’t even there when he clearly should have been. And then there’s Hesh—his own father, Elias wearing the ghost mask, speaks to him in his natural voice, says, "That is really admirable of you," and yet Hesh doesn’t recognize him until he takes off the mask. Really? That’s how that moment plays out?
And then there’s Rorke. Somehow, impossibly, he appears out of nowhere, defying all logic and any sense of realism. Sure, you can bring a character back from the dead, but not like that. Not in a way that feels rushed, forced, as if the writers just needed him there and didn’t care how it happened.
That’s what Ghosts was—a game that could have been great but felt like it was thrown together in a hurry. A story that had moments of potential but was buried under careless execution. And you can’t tell me otherwise.
For me, I never really went deep into Call of Duty: Ghosts looking for hidden secrets—things like mask paintings or small details—because honestly, it felt like they were just thrown in for fun, without much care. It never seemed like the devs put real meaning behind them.
But even with all its flaws, Ghosts will always be the best Call of Duty story game in my eyes. There’s just something about it—it carved out a place in my heart, and no other COD has really done that since. I can only hope it makes a return in 2027, but at the same time... I’m scared.
Scared that Activision will ruin the beauty of it. That they’ll strip away what made the characters special. Or worse—just erase them completely, the same way they did with Roach, the Army Rangers (ramirez, foley and dunn), and Delta Force (sandman, frost, truck and grinch). What, were they too cool for you, Activision?
Whatever. No matter what happens, Ghosts will always stand out to me.
To these cod ghosts editors esp the ones who make sad edits. HAHA😂😂 good for you i hate this game actually so nothing affected me lol😂😂
i say in my mind while sobbing aggressively in my hands
shhh let bro sleep.
Cod Ghost server
Hey! It seems like a lot of people still don’t know about our Call of Duty: Ghosts Discord server and keep asking around—even though it’s already pinned in my post! and i have already written in my bio about it.
So, just to clarify—we have a SFW Discord server that’s a safe space for minors. We share art, memes, chat, and just have fun together!
When you join, you’ll need to stay in the verification room for a bit. We’ll just ask about your Tumblr account to make sure you’re not someone we’ve banned before.
So, what are you waiting for? Here is the invite!
Me with those keegan stans who know the cod ghosts game very well, know every cod ghosts character and respect them and never put him in mw2 timeline.
Male teammate reader realizing that he is seeing elias as a father figure😔
When elias of course was caring but he saw that beneath his stoic personality
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Elias as a Stern but Caring Father Figure X Male Teammate Reader
Notes: getting shot, mention of the hollow feelings!
Elias Walker isn’t a man who gives out praise easily. He’s disciplined, tough, and expects nothing less than the best from his soldiers. But under that hardened exterior is a leader who truly looks out for his men, even if it means showing it in his own quiet, firm way.
Breaking Up a Fight
The tension in the squadroom was thick. You and another Ghost had been angry—something about conflicting orders, a missed extraction point, and heated words escalating into a full-blown argument. By the time Elias stepped in, you had your fists clenched, jaw tight, and were about to throw a punch.
Elias’ voice cut through the room like a gunshot.
"Enough! both of you!"
The entire squad went silent. Elias didn’t yell—he never needed to. His tone alone held weight, commanding immediate respect. He stepped between them, his eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that made it clear he wasn’t playing around.
"You feel like fighting? You take it to the ring. But I better not catch my soldiers throwing punches like a couple of undisciplined rookies. Understood?"
“Tell me what happened.”
It was an order. But Elias wasn’t just here to discipline—he wanted to understand.
After you finished explaining, Elias studied you with that sharp, unreadable gaze. The other soldier just stared, silent, waiting. But Elias cut through the tension with a firm voice.
"You're frustrated. Good. That means you care. But losing your temper? That’s how you lose respect. Next time, think before you act like a meniac."
His words landed like a weight in the air—heavy, undeniable. Then, without another glance, he turned and left.
The soldier beside you muttered a curse and stalked off, but you stood frozen. Something inside you shifted, a flicker in your chest, like an ember catching flame.
Noticing Exhaustion
After days of relentless training, grueling missions, and barely any sleep, you were running on fumes. your movements were slower, your focus slightly off—things only a trained eye would notice. But Elias saw it.
During a weapons check, you fumbled with your rifle, dropping the magazine with a sharp clatter. The room went silent. cursed under your breath, bending down to grab it, but before you could, a pair of boots stopped right in front of you.
Elias.
He didn’t say anything right away. Just stared down at you, arms on his hips. The weight of that silence was almost worse than being yelled at.
"How many hours of sleep have you had?"
You hesitated. "Enough, sir."
Elias arched an eyebrow. "That so? Because last I checked, ‘enough’ doesn’t leave you this sloppy." He exhaled sharply, shaking his head. "I’m not running my people into the ground. You’re no good to me half-dead, so you’re taking the next twelve hours to get some damn rest. That’s an order."
You opened your mouth to protest "Sir" Elias cut you off. "Say one more word, and I’ll make it twenty-four. Now go."
It wasn’t kindness. It wasn’t pity. It was an order—one laced with a concern he’d never admit out loud.
The Realization:
It wasn’t an immediate thing—realizing that Elias was more than just a commanding person.
You had been under his leadership for years, and it had always been about discipline, orders, and the mission.
But somewhere along the way, those orders started sounding less like a commander barking at a subordinate and more like a father looking after his own.
It was in the way Elias noticed the little things—when you were exhausted, when you were unfocused, when you were pushing yourself too damn hard.
You had spent so long looking for approval, for recognition, and for a while, you thought Elias was just another hardass CO who expected perfection.
But Elias wasn’t just tough—he cared. Not in a soft way, not in a way that he would ever admit outright, but in the only way a hardened soldier knew how.
It wasn’t something you liked to admit—not even to yourself.
You never thought much about family. Not really. Life had been about survival, about moving forward, about being a soldier first and a person second. But sometimes… sometimes, that hollow feeling crept in when you least expected it.
Like now.
You sat a few feet away, absently cleaning your rifle, when you saw them—Elias and his sons, Logan and Hesh, talking like it was the most natural thing in the world.
You weren’t eavesdropping. Not really. But you couldn’t help listening.
"You two are getting sloppy," Elias muttered, arms crossed. "Hesh, your stance was too open. Logan, you hesitated at the last second."
The words were sharp, but there was something else beneath them—something steady, something certain. A father speaking to his sons, knowing they would listen and believed in them.
"C’mon, Dad, we still completed the drill," Hesh chuckled, a small, barely-there grin on his face.
Elias let out a short huff of laughter. "Barely."
Logan and Hesh kept talking, their words easy, their smiles unguarded. Elias listened, shaking his head but smiling all the same.
You exhaled slowly through your nose, pretending to focus on your rifle, but your fingers tightened around the weapon.
It was normal. Family banter. Criticism softened by familiarity. A father’s voice carrying weight but never pressing too hard.
It was natural.
And you felt like a stranger watching through a window.
You told yourself it was stupid.
You were part of the team. You had earned your place. Elias respected you. The others had your back.
But no matter how many times you drilled that into your skull, there were moments that made you feel like an outsider.
Like the way Hesh could roll his eyes when Elias reminded them that they only had each other—and still, Elias would stop, give him a look, half stern, half concerned, before offering a small, knowing smile. You had cursed Hesh and logan under your breath more than once, thinking how damn lucky they were to have a father like Elias.
Like the way Logan barely had to speak, yet Elias always understood him anyway.
And maybe that was what made the hollow feeling worse.
Because Elias was the closest thing you’d ever had to a father.
But he wasn’t even related to you.
Not Just Another Soldier
The mission was supposed to be clean—get in, secure intel, get out. But things went to hell fast. The enemy had been waiting, ambush set, gunfire tearing through the air before anyone had time to react properly.
You had been holding his ground, covering Keegan’s six when the pain hit. A sharp, burning agony ripping through your torso.
You barely had time to register the shot before You were on the ground.
“Y/N DOWN!”
Everything blurred. you could hear shouting, but it was distant—like you were sinking underwater. The weight of your gear suddenly felt suffocating.
And then—hands. Strong, steady, familiar hands pressing against your wound.
"Stay with me!" Elias’ voice sliced through the noise, commanding, but there was something buried beneath it—something raw. Something you’d never expected to hear from him.
Panic.
Elias Walker didn’t panic. Not in the field. Not in the face of death. Not ever.
Yet, his grip was relentless, pressing down on the wound with such force it almost felt like he was trying to hold you together. His hands, usually steady as stone, now trembled slightly, but his eyes never left yours.
"Merrick, Keegan—covering fire, now! We need an evac, ASAP!" His orders rang out, sharp and urgent, Now his gaze was fixed, locking onto you as though he could will you to stay conscious.
Around you, the world exploded in action—Merrick and Keegan firing, pushing the enemy back, their movements fluid and practiced. But Elias? He didn’t move. He stayed there, kneeling beside you, a sentinel, refusing to leave your side.
You tried to breathe, but it came out as a wet, broken gasp. The air burned, the pain almost too much to bear.
Shit.
It was bad.
Real bad.
You were fading fast, the edges of your vision slipping into darkness. Everything felt distant, like you were no longer fully part of the world around you.
Your fingers twitched weakly, reaching for Elias’ sleeve—not out of desperation, not out of fear. Just to hold on. To ground yourself in something.
Elias glanced down at you, his jaw tight, a muscle ticking beneath his skin. "Don’t you dare give up, son."
And just like that, the words spilled out.
"I see you as a father, Elias."
It wasn’t planned. It wasn’t some grand confession. It was just the truth—simple and undeniable. The truth you’d buried under years of discipline, of pushing forward, of convincing yourself it didn’t matter.
But it did.
And now, as blood pooled beneath you, as Elias held you together, keeping you tethered to life—those words broke free, and you couldn’t hold them back any longer.
Elias froze.
Elias’ grip on you tightened, his usually unreadable face cracking just slightly, betraying a flicker of something unspoken.
You coughed, the taste of iron thick on your tongue, but you kept going—because if you were going to die here, at least Elias would know.
"I never had one." Your voice was weak, barely audible over the chaos around you. "But you—you were the closest thing I ever had."
Elias’ throat worked, his chest rising with a breath he didn’t release, like he wanted to say something, anything—but nothing came out. His hands stayed firm, steady, holding you like you were the only thing left in the world.
For a moment, you thought you saw something in his eyes—something raw, something real, something that wasn’t meant to be there. But then—
Everything faded.
Darkness swallowed you whole.
Congratulations you are alive
The first thing you noticed was the silence.
No gunfire. No shouting. Just the soft, rhythmic beep of a heart monitor cutting through the still air. The faint, sterile scent of antiseptic clung to the room. Your body ached, a dull throb that reminded you of one undeniable truth:
You were alive.
With a groan, you forced your eyes open. The bright lights overhead pierced your senses, making you flinch. Your limbs felt heavy, leaden. But then, as you turned your head just enough, you saw him.
Elias.
He sat across the room, his posture rigid, arms crossed, his gaze locked on you the instant you moved.
Not just your CO. Not just your commander.
But your father figure.
A weak, dry chuckle escaped you. "Didn’t think I’d wake up."
Elias shook his head, his face still set in that familiar, unyielding sternness—but his eyes were different. There was something raw in them, something unguarded. "Neither did I."
The words hung in the air between you, heavy with unspoken meaning.
You licked your dry lips, the words escaping in a rasp. "Where are the others?"
Elias leaned back slightly, his arms still crossed, his gaze unwavering. "Merrick and Keegan are handling the debrief. Hesh and Logan are outside." His voice softened, just enough for you to catch. "They've been here since we got you out."
You blinked slowly, letting the weight of his words settle into you like a stone sinking into water.
They had stayed.
Elias had stayed.
A tight, painful lump formed in your throat. You swallowed, the motion feeling like shards of glass scraping against your insides. "Did I... actually say that shit out loud?" You said bringing the topic and what you have said.
The question hung in the air, thick with embarrassment, with uncertainty. But Elias didn’t look away, his expression unreadable, as if your confession hadn’t shattered anything between you—just left it exposed, raw.
Elias gave a slow, measured nod.
You groaned, dragging a shaky hand over your face. "Damn. Thought I was just thinking it."
Elias exhaled sharply, not quite a laugh, but something close—something that spoke of years of unspoken tension, of moments like these.
A beat of silence stretched between you, the kind that felt heavy, pregnant with something unspoken. Then, finally—
"You weren't wrong."
You turned your head slightly, your eyes locking with Elias’.
"What?"
The word slipped out before you could stop it, the confusion in your voice thick, unsure. What did he mean? What was he saying?
Elias’ gaze was unwavering, steady, like the ground beneath you was about to shift. "I’m not good at saying crab like this, but—you weren’t wrong. About how I see you."
Your breath caught for just a moment, the words landing in your chest like a punch.
Elias leaned forward slightly, resting his forearms on his knees, his eyes never leaving yours. "You’re not just another soldier to me. Haven’t been for a long time."
You stared at him, the weight of his words sinking deep into you, heavier than any bullet wound, deeper than any pain you’d ever known.
And for the first time in what felt like forever—
That hollow feeling, the one that had always lingered at the edges of your mind, wasn’t there anymore. It was gone.
You let out a slow breath, still groggy from whatever meds were coursing through your veins. Your body ached like hell, every movement a reminder of how fragile you were in this moment, but your mind felt sharper now. You were awake, alive, and painfully aware of what had just been said.
And it felt unreal.
Elias Walker, the man who had trained you like a machine, who had pushed you harder than anyone ever had, who had made sure you never slacked—wasn’t just admitting it, he was outright saying it. He saw you as something more than just another soldier.
But you couldn’t trust that. Not right now.
You shifted slightly, wincing at the dull pain that stabbed through your side. “Sir, you don’t have to say that.” Your voice came out rough, quiet, the kind of sound that only comes from the edge of exhaustion. “I just got shot—I get it. People say shit when they think someone’s dying—”
“Shut up.”
The command was sharp, cutting through your words like a blade. Elias' gaze locked onto yours, unwavering, and for the first time, you saw the weight of something real in his eyes.
You blinked, your gaze shifting to Elias, whose expression remained as unyielding as ever. His arms were crossed, posture firm, but the sharpness in his voice was impossible to ignore.
"I don’t say things just to say them." His gaze held yours, unwavering, like a soldier scanning the battlefield. "I’m not the type to sit here and sympathize just because you're lying in a hospital bed."
"If I want to say something, I say it."
You felt your throat tighten, the words settling heavy in your chest.
You knew Elias wasn't the kind of man to waste words. Everything he said had weight, had meaning.
So why did this feel so heavy?
Elias sighed, rubbing a hand over his face, before looking at you again, his expression unreadable. "You think I’d go easy on you now, just because you took a bullet? I Have seen worse than your situation."
You let out a weak, dry chuckle. "Kinda hoped so."
Elias huffed, the corners of his mouth twitching into something like a smirk. "Not a damn chance."
Silence stretched between you, but it wasn’t uncomfortable, not tense. It was simply there—a quiet space filled with the weight of things that had been said, things that had been left unsaid.
You swallowed, shifting slightly in the bed, feeling the pull of pain in your side. Hesitation tugged at your words, but you pushed it down. “So you mean it?”
Elias didn’t hesitate. His response was steady, sure, like a command. “Yeah.”
“I do.”
You let your head fall back against the pillow, staring up at the ceiling for a moment. Processing.
For so long, you’d thought you were alone in this. That the way you felt—the way you wanted to see Elias as more than just your commander—was something you’d buried deep inside, thinking it was one-sided.
But now?
Now, Elias had made it clear.
You weren’t just another soldier.
And maybe—just maybe—you never had been.
Imagine (seperated hcs and story for both of logan and hesh) wanting to date s/o and wanna tell elias about it since he trained them hard with discipline, then them thinking he my not like it or thinking they are slacking in their life, but it turns out elias actually knew they like S/O and he is totally supporting them
(Sorry im really bad at english but i don't mean elias is a bad or controller father😭😭)
I get u! I liked this ksjvauvhapreiu, They think he’ll be strict, but he surprises them
anon: also they are talking about Fem reader!
Logan Walker
Logan is not scared of much, but telling Elias that he wants to date you? That makes his stomach twist.
He knows Elias trained them hard, expected nothing but discipline, and he doesn’t want him to think he’s losing focus.
He overthinks it for days, wondering if Elias will think it’s a bad idea.
Hesh notices. One day, he just gives Logan a flat look and says, "You’re acting weird. Just tell him."
Logan finally works up the nerve but doesn’t know how to start the conversation.
So logan heads up to elias, Telling hime he wanna talks about something important.
The campfire crackled in the quiet night, faint embers floating up into the cold air. Elias sat across from Logan, arms crossed, watching him with that unreadable expression— actually waiting for him to speak something. Logan cleared his throat, gripping the beer in his hands a little too tight.
"So," Elias finally spoke, giving a simple smile. "You gonna tell me what’s got you looking like you just stepped on a landmine?"
Logan exhaled slowly. This was it.
"I… I wanna date someone," he said, voice steady despite the way his fingers fidgeted.
Elias arched an eyebrow, can't help but his smile widened a bit. "Oh?"
Logan hesitated, searching for the right words. "It’s not just anyone. It’s—It’s Y/N."
The silence stretched for a second. Logan braced himself for any kind of disappointing lecture that elias may give to him, for Elias to tell him that he needed to focus, that this wasn’t the time for distractions. But then—Elias chuckled.
Not a mocking one. A warm, knowing one.
"Logan, son… I was wondering when one of you boys would finally admit it."
Logan blinked. "What?"
Elias leaned back, shaking his head with amusement. "I’m not blind. I saw the way you look at ‘em...." Elias let out a sigh holding his beer "’s the same damn way I used to look at your mother."
Logan swallowed. He hadn’t expected this. Not this easy acceptance, or the mention of their mother.
"You… you don’t think it’s a bad idea?"
"A bad idea?" Elias scoffed. "Logan, if there’s one thing I regret, it’s not telling your mother sooner that I loved her... I fought it for a long time. Thought I had more time. But war doesn’t wait for love, son. You grab it when you can."
For the first time that night, Logan let out the breath he had been holding.
"So… you’re okay with it?"
Elias grinned, reaching over to clap a heavy hand on Logan’s shoulder. "Hell yeah, I am. Just don’t be a damn coward about it, yeah?"
Logan chuckled, shaking his head. He should’ve known Elias would see right through him.
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Hesh walker
Same as logan, he never opened up with elias about his emotions.
Having hard times to get to the point but then he got it!.
He runs through a million worst-case scenarios in his head.
What if Dad thinks I’m not taking training seriously?
What if he thinks I'm slacking?
Of course he is gonna say yes but what if he feels kinda disappointed?
He practices how to bring it up but it always sounds dumb in his head.
He finally tells Elias when Logan gets tired of his whining and tells him to just do it already.
"Okay, okay, but what if he doesn't like it?"
Logan gave him a flat look. "Then what, he grounds you?"
Hesh groaned, running a hand through his hair. "Man, I don’t know! I just—I respect Dad, y’know? And if he thinks this is a bad idea, then—"
Logan cutting him off, deadpan "Then you’ll be a grown ass man crying in his room. Got it. Just go talk to him."
So he did. Well. Kind of.
It took another hour of pacing outside Elias’ office, logan swore that if he hadn't respected hesh he would have thrown him in the office and get done with it already, Then hesh finally knocked and walked in.
Elias glanced up, seeing Hesh standing there with his usual energy—but there was something underneath it.
"Something you need, son?"
Hesh shifted, rubbing the back of his neck. "Uh… yeah. So. Funny thing—" He broke with a very short chuckle.
Elias waited with a bit frowning eyebrows. Hesh cleared his throat.
"I’m, uh. I’m dating Y/N"
Silence.
Hesh Looked at everything but elias pretending he hadn't said anything.
Then—Elias just laughed.
Hesh blinked. "…Wait, what?"
Elias leaned back, arms crossed over his chest, still smiling. "Son, I’ve known that since the second you started looking at her like she put the stars in the damn sky."
Hesh’s face went red feeling the heat. "Hey now dad..."
"Oh, you do. You got my heart, Hesh. Wear it all over your face."
That shut him up. Elias softened a little, voice lowering.
"Your mother was the best thing that ever happened to me. Kept me grounded. Reminded me there was more to life than just war."
Hesh swallowed hard. Elias let out a breath, watching his son for a moment before nodding.
"Come on now...I had you in this life when i was only 23, you're 28 man up!"
Hesh wasn’t expecting that level of support, but something about it made his chest feel lighter. He let out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding and grinned.
"Man, I was so ready to start doing push-ups on command."
Elias chuckled. "Well, since you brought it up—"
"Nope, I'm leaving." Elias laughed as Hesh bolted out the door.
And as Hesh walked away, he realized—he didn’t just get his father’s approval.
He got his blessing.
I want a movie or a series about two characters who train their entire lives and then are wronged when someone close to them is killed. Then they train and get exhausted from the fatigue in order to take revenge on the villain and they come to him only for the villain to fucks the hell out of them and they fail again.
oh nvm i found a game just like the same😍
Cod ghosts react to S/O only wearing heels like everywhere and in everything (events and regular walking)
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Wearing heels!
Characters: Logan walker, Hesh walker, Elias walker, Keegan russ, Kick, Thomas merrick, Gabriel rorke, Ajax
Notes: NSFW!! MDNI!
"Step on me...."
All of them
Bored so wanna describe cod ghosts characters stans! IN MY OPINION AND VISION!
Logan walker stans:
Funny asf.
Post brain rot memes (hmu logan stans😔).
Probably relate to Logan’s quiet yet loyal nature a little too much.
Defend logan, like they will argue with anyone who disrespect logan.
Yapp and speak what is in their mind even if means fighting society.
"I can fix him"
Sucker for brotherhood The Hesh & Logan sibling dynamic is their favorite thing ever.
Hesh walker stans:
Golden Retriever Boyfriend Seekers, They love an extroverted, funny, protective guy.
Either have big brother or wanna a big brother like hesh
Biggest delulu minders (after keegan stans ofc)
Talkactive
They love to banter and never shut up.
They love the strong sibling bond between him and Logan, and will defend it with their life.
Some of em Will argue he’s the better Walker brother.
"He doesn't deserve this"
Some of em think elias not caring abt him
Keegan russ stans:
A cold, careless man barely speak they're obsessed.
“He’s So Babygirl” A grown ass man.
Love Keegan for his mask, quiet voice, and intimidating aura, but also think he’s secretly soft.
Love that Keegan is a stealth expert and probably smells like gunpowder and pine.
Hear his voice lines at 3 AM.
Put him in mw2 timeline what im playing lol
They would let Keegan ruin their life, no hesitation.
Think he is a green card.
Elias walker stans:
DILF Appreciators– You know why they’re here (and it’s not just because he’s a good leader).
No shame in loving a rugged, experienced leader with dad energy.
Admire Elias for being a great father, a skilled soldier, and a natural leader.
Yeah yeah they will defend anyone says otherwise.
Surprisingly they have no problems with rorke.
Want a whole game or DLC about young Elias and early Ghosts.
Love the fact that he raised two men to be ghosts.
Gabriel rorke stans:
The villians lovers ofc.
I Never understood them tbh
Half of them think elias is already wrong let go of him and half of them liking the fact that he is a vendetta character
Not even sorry about him kidanpped logan.
Also half of them like elias.
Love his accent, and the way he talk.
Think he deserves better.
Thomas merrick:
Love Merrick because he gives off strict but protective vibes.
Enjoys characters who take charge and don’t tolerate nonsense.
50% because of his voice.
They love leadership roles and high respect characters.
Less unhinged, but still down bad.
Kick stans:
There aren’t many of them
Love Kick because he’s tactical, no-nonsense, and cool under pressure.
Loves Underrated Characters – Enjoys the fact that Kick is in the background but still awesome.
Organized people idk.
The "Why Does No One Talk About Him?" Crew – They feel personally responsible for making sure Kick gets love.
“The main guys are cool, but this guy? Criminally underrated.”
Probably Read the Campaign Novelization – Just to find extra Kick content.
Ajax stans:
They are less than kick stans
Still mad that Ajax didn’t get enough screen time.
Love the characters who deserved more but got done dirty.
Have read or written fics where Ajax survives and thrives.
They are also keegan stans?
Riley stans:
The goats.
period.
It is impossible to a fandom be this broke
literally cod ghosts fandom:
Last scene they are fighting over a digital art.
HII can you write riley X reader!💋😏😍🙏🏻
WHAT THE HELL??, sure.
[that request was like weeks ago HELPPPP I CANT BELIEVE I WROTE THIS]
No time to explain...
[Years Ago – The Act of Kindness]
It was a cold, lonely evening when you found him.
A small, weak, starving German Shepherd shivering under a streetlight, looking like a tragic protagonist in a war movie. His ribs poked out. His eyes, glassy and desperate. You froze. The wind howled around you. The world slowed.
You couldn’t just walk away. You wouldn’t.
With trembling hands, you reached into your bag and pulled out your last sandwich—your favorite sandwich. You hesitated. Did you really have to give him the whole thing?
But one look at that little face, and you knew.
"Take it, buddy," you whispered, voice breaking like this was the emotional climax of a Hollywood film. "Live."
The pup devoured it in seconds, his little tail wagging weakly. Then he was gone.
You never saw him again.
Until tonight.
The battlefield burned around you. Gunfire echoed. Everything was chaos. You were cornered, breathing hard, blood dripping down your temple. This was it. The end.
Then—
SCREEEEECH.
A black SUV came barreling down the dirt road, kicking up dust, headlights blinding. The door swung open before the car even stopped.
You shielded your eyes from the dust, coughing. Who the hell was driving like this?
Then, you heard the voice.
"NO TIME TO EXPLAIN. GET IN THE CAR."
Your blood ran cold. That voice. It was deep. Commanding. Heroic.
You turned slowly.
And there, sitting in the driver’s seat… was a German Shepherd.
A combat vest. Tactical headset. Dog goggles reflecting the flames of battle. Paws gripping the wheel.
It was Riley.
Your knees buckled.
"NO. WAY."
Riley snarled.
"GET IN, SOLDIER."
Your body moved before your brain could process. You dove into the passenger seat, slamming the door shut as Riley floored it, tires screeching.
You stared at him. Mouth open. Shaking.
"...Riley. YOU’RE A DOG. HOW ARE YOU DRIVING?"
His dog goggles glinted in the streetlights as he took a sharp turn, dodging an explosion WITHOUT EVEN BLINKING.
"I SAID NO TIME TO EXPLAIN."
You gripped the dashboard, mind unraveling.
"...CAN YOU TALK? HOW LONG HAVE YOU BEEN ABLE TO TALK?"
Riley sighed, ears twitching. "Listen, I didn’t WANT you to find out like this. But fate has a way of catching up."
"FATE?! YOU’RE A DOG."
"AND YOU'RE SCREAMING IN MY CAR."
"...IT’S NOT EVEN YOUR CAR, YOU’RE A DOG."
"IT IS NOW."
You blinked in disbelief as Riley casually switched lanes with his PAW.
"I was trained for this," he muttered. "Ever since you fed me that sandwich, I knew... I owed you."
Your soul left your body.
"Riley. Please. You're literally a dog."
He just nodded, eyes locked on the road.
"I know."
You sat in the passenger seat, completely paralyzed. Every bone in your body refused to move as your brain fought to accept the impossible truth.
Riley, a literal dog, was driving an SUV at 110 mph like he had a mortgage and child support to pay.
Your mouth hung open. Your breath came out in shallow, broken gasps. You could still hear the echoes of gunfire in the distance, but nothing—NOTHING—could compare to the sheer psychological damage happening in your mind right now.
Riley, paws gripping the wheel, squinted at the road like a seasoned war veteran. The silence in the car was deafening.
Then, in the most casual, human-like voice you’ve ever heard…
"So, what’s up?"
You blinked. Your entire nervous system crashed like a Windows XP error.
“…Excuse me?”
Riley sighed, tilting his head slightly. "I asked what's up. You seem tense."
You stared at him. Stared at the wheel. Stared at his fluffy paws effortlessly steering. Then back at him.
Your hands clenched into fists. You inhaled sharply.
"UH. YOU KNOW. I WAS JUST ABOUT TO DIE, AND THEN YOU SHOWED UP DRIVING A WHOLE ASS CAR AND TALKING, SO YEAH, I'D SAY I'M A BIT ‘TENSE’ RIGHT NOW."
Riley side-eyed you through his dog goggles and clicked his tongue.
"Yeah, I gathered that, fucking idiot. Why don’t you tell me something I don’t know?"
You sat there. Dumbfounded.
Your brain searched for a response. There was none. Nothing. Just a void of pure confusion.
And then, as if this entire situation wasn’t unhinged enough, Riley took a deep breath, exhaled dramatically, and went:
"Alright, let's talk about the team."
He flexed his paws on the steering wheel like he was about to deliver the monologue of the century.
"Hesh," he started, shaking his head. "Poor bastard. Tries so hard. Always acting like he's got it together, like he's the leader, but you and I both know that kid is two bad days away from a full emotional breakdown."
You blinked. "...Damn."
"Logan," Riley continued, taking a casual turn WITH HIS PAW. "Bro doesn’t speak. Not that he can’t—he just won’t. Dead silent. Stone cold. But if you’ve ever seen him when he thinks no one's watching? Yeah. That man has absolutely cried in his room at 3 AM while listening to Linkin Park. I know it. I feel it in my soul."
You stared at him, unable to process how a DOG was delivering the most accurate character analysis you've ever heard.
Riley continued, eyes still on the road, like this was a podcast.
"Merrick." A deep sigh. "Man’s been through too much. You look into his eyes, and it’s just PTSD and caffeine. He won’t say it, but I know he wakes up in a cold sweat at least twice a week. He's got ‘haunted past’ written all over him. The dude deserves a nap."
Your mouth opened. Then closed. Then opened again.
"Keegan." Riley let out a single, dry chuckle. "That guy? If brooding and trauma had a baby, it would be him. Man tries so hard to be intimidating, but let’s be real—he’s like a raccoon in a human body. He’ll disappear for 14 hours and come back like nothing happened. Probably sleeps in a vent somewhere. I respect it."
You couldn't BREATHE.
Riley wasn’t even looking at you anymore—he was just talking, like this was a TED Talk.
"Kick." Riley let out a low whistle. "Dude’s the most normal out of all of us, which is concerning. Like, why are you well-adjusted? What’s your secret? Are you hiding something? I keep an eye on him, just in case."
At this point, you were fully gripping your seatbelt like your life depended on it.
Then Riley’s voice dropped into something heavy. Emotional.
"...Elias."
A long pause.
A deep breath.
"...Good man. A leader. A father. A loss we’ll never recover from."
You actually felt a lump in your throat. What the hell was this? A eulogy?
You were about to say something, but then—
"Rorke, though? Absolute waste of human existence."
Your head snapped towards Riley so fast, you almost broke your neck.
"Oh—oh my god."
Riley continued, voice full of venom. "Rorke out here looking like a rejected Fast & Furious villain, but ain't fast or furious—just bald."
You choked.
"Looks like an evil stepdad who forces you to call him by his first name."
Tears. Actual tears formed in your eyes.
"I—Riley, please—"
"Man is bald as hell but wears a durag like it's gonna bring his hairline back."
You were GASPING FOR AIR.
Riley simply exhaled through his nose like he had just dropped wisdom upon the world.
You sat there, completely emotionally destroyed, as the SUV finally rolled up to your house.
Riley parked perfectly (because of course he did), put the car in park, and turned to you.
For the first time, he took off his goggles, locking eyes with you. His stare was intense. Soul-piercing.
"Remember this day."
Then, as if none of this ever happened, Riley opened the door with his paw, stepped out, and disappeared into the night.
Leaving you to question everything you had ever known.
"I JUST...."
"We are ghosts bitch."
[FADE TO BLACK.]
🎶 Dramatic music swells. 🎶
[CREDITS ROLL.]
DIRECTED BY: Riley. WRITTEN BY: Riley. PRODUCED BY: Riley. STARRING: Riley.
Elias spent years training his sons to be ghosts, just to get turned into one
General hc on why cod ghosts are the best characters in cod universe!
Warning: infinity auras you might get blind, also a lot of when words
When Logan looks into the mirror, He finds no reflection of him because there is only one logan in this world!.
When Rorke does push-ups, he is actually pushing the ground down!.
When elias visits your house, you will become the guest.
Kick wears sunglasses so he protects the sun from his eyes.
When keegan was born he named his parents.
When Keegan downloads an app, The app actually agrees to his terms and reading his privacy policy.
When graham bell invented the first telephone, he found 13 missed calls from Kick.
Hesh speaks, the words thank him for using them.
Merrick Coughs, the viruses get sick.
In school Teachers raise their hand when they wanna talk to logan.
As a kid Keegan plays hide and seek, the darkness hides from him.
Rorke jumps into the ocean, the fish start drowning.
Merrick stares at the sun, the sun puts on sunscreen.
Hesh takes a shower, the water gets wet.
Logan ties his shoes, the laces thank him for the privilege.
Rorke goes to sleep, nightmares get scared.
Elias plays chess, the king sacrifices himself.
Keegan takes a selfie, the camera apologizes for not being worthy.
Kick enters a room, the walls step aside out of respect.
Logan makes a wish, the shooting star thanks him for the opportunity.
Keegan whispers, thunder takes notes.
Rorke claps, earthquakes happen in another country.
Kick runs, the wind tries to keep up.
Merrick blinks, time pauses out of respect.
Elias gives directions, Google Maps listens.
Hesh plays a game, the controller follows his commands before he even presses a button.
Keegan sleeps, his dreams ask for permission to appear.
Rorke walks into a bank, the vault opens by itself.
Kick flexes, mirrors gain muscle.
Logan breathes, the atmosphere takes a deep inhale.
Merrick looks at a clock, it resets to his time zone.
Logan drops his phone, the ground apologizes.
Rorke walks into the jungle, the predators play dead.
Keegan plays poker, the deck shuffles itself in his favor.
Kick takes a nap, time slows down to let him rest.
Hesh watches TV, the villians act good out of respect.
Riley chases his tail, the universe spins backward.
Rorke snaps his fingers, gravity takes a break.
Keegan sharpens his knife, the blade gets scared.
Kick stands still, the Earth rotates around him.
Logan looks at the stars, they shine brighter to impress him.
Riley growls, nightmares wake up screaming.
Riley digs a hole, archaeologists discover a lost civilization.
Keegan puts on a mask, the mask feels protected.
Logan opens a book, the words read for him instead.
Rorke steps on a crack, the Earth apologizes and fixes itself.
Kick makes a call, the phone already knows what he wants to say.
Merrick loads a gun, the bullets get scared and try to run away.
They said everytime Elias tells a bedtime story to hesh and logan, the monsters under the bed fall asleep first.
Keegan walks through the fog, the mist clears a path for him.
Rorke throws a rock into the ocean, the tides change out of fear.
Kick blinks, camera shutters try to keep up.
Hesh whistles, birds stop to listen and take notes.
Merrick wears a watch, time tries to impress him by running faster.
Riley howls, werewolves Hide under their beds.
"Dad am i adopted😊?"
"Why the fuck would i choose you son😏"
No PDF,USB or FBI analysis required chat🤓👆🏻! look at them!!
I'm just so fucking in love with this game
Me if I were elias
*sigh* okay imma let out my cursed pics from the studio
