Claymore

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I mainly write about my COD OC and Task Force 141, chaos, maybe angst if I’m feeling it. I like making people cry.

(They all have lore. I had to create them so Ryder didn’t feel lonely. A lot of them are connected to Ryder “Claymore” Stone/Vargas-Parra)

Mateo Rivera. He doesn’t show up when writing 141, that’s because I created him to be Ryder’s second in command, and soon to be- love interest after he rises to a Commander rank. - His code name is Viper. Because he has a lisp and sounds like a snake trying to pronounce words.

Commander Barringer. Naval commander, he works close to General Shepard and Task Force 141. He’s a tired man in his 40’s. Had many questions about Ryder when he heard about him.. threatened to call child support when he saw the younger man roaming the base corridors. Does not have a code name. Ryder often harasses him, kind of a father figure to the young man.

Chief Medical Officer Maria Coray. Borrowed from my Titan Fall 2 fanfictions; Maria is the base doctor. She can do field work, chooses not to if she can help it. Doesn’t exactly enjoy being shot at. She was mainly in my Vargas-Parra au because of course I needed a medical character and she lowkey stuck. Ryder calls her Tia Coray because he has known her since he was ten.

Rodolfo Ignacio Parra. The FATHER of Rodolfo Parra, same name, I know. He’s deceased, died right before Rudy was born. He always wanted a child named after him and after four daughters, his wife had Rudy. He died to the narcos, unfortunately you can’t exactly just leave the cartel, of course some things follow afterwards even if don’t want them to.

Tanya Garrick. Gaz’s younger sister, I made her when I was just getting into modern warfare and decided that Gaz was definitely a family man. She brings out the chaotic side of Kyle, she makes her brother forget everything at the door before he comes home on leave. It’s practically gospel to tackle the man when he comes home.

Gotta love when people add Alejandro and Rodolfo to Task Force 141.

It’s just Price bringing it up to Laswell over yea and like, “I have soldiers I wanna add to the task force”.

And Kate is like, random but okay, let’s see—

And Price just hands over Alejandro’s and Rodolfo’s files. (Pokémon! Gotta catch them all)

Laswell: Price.. they already belong to a faction..

Price: Yes ☺️

Laswell: You.. You can’t just add them. Alejandro outranks you.

Price: I can share power 😊.

I feel like Alejandro and Rodolfo don’t really fight it, they can be apart of two groups, it’s no big deal. They weren’t prepared for the absolute poly relationship of the 141 but they make it work. That just means Rudy gets confiscated by Soap and Gaz. Sergeant Trio.

~~~

Ryder didn’t think it through. He woke up early enough that his dads were still getting ready for the day. Then his eyes found it.

His papa’s grey hoodie. The one that went under his tactical vest. It was on the kitchen chair..

That’s when Ryder had the perfect idea. Prank his papí. Alejandro was never fully awake in the mornings, if he took one glance at Ryder and saw the grey hoodie, he would mistake him for Rudy.

And that, he did.

“Morning, mi amor.” Alejandro mumbled, walking into the kitchen.

It was working..

Ryder, being the acting expert he was, handed over a mug of coffee. He hasn’t said anything yet. He may look like Rodolfo, he does not sound like Rodolfo.

It’s not like Rudy talks first thing in the morning. Not before he actually has to use his voice on base.

“We have some trainings to do later.” Alejandro tattles. “I got Soap to help with some demo trainings, though Price told me to watch him. Not exactly sure what that means but—“

Rodolfo walks into the kitchen. He paused. Ryder met his eyes with a smirk. Alejandro was still talking, preparing his coffee with sugar and milk before taking a sip. “Why do you have my..?” He started before Alejandro cut him off.

“Morning, mijo.”

…Mijo.. Not “amor” not “mi vida”. MIJO.

Ryder took a sip from the coffee in his hands, terribly sweet before taking a step back.

Rudy stared, “Con quién crees que estás hablando?” (Who do you think you’re speaking to).

If Alejandro wasn’t awake then, he certainly was now. His mug hit the counter with a sharp clink as he glanced on either side of his body. Two people were beside him, one in his husband’s usual hoodie and another who was apparently his actual husband.

That’s when he realized.. His son looked a lot like Rodolfo even though Ryder was not biological theirs. Another few blinks and Alejandro saw more than the grey hoodie, he saw Ryder’s red eyes and his mop of messy black hair, a stark difference from his husband’s neat hair and hazel eyes. “Oh.. fuck.”

Rodolfo crossed his arms, “So any man in a grey hoodie is enough to make you call them *mi amor*?”

Alejandro turned, “No no no, my love, you misunderstand, you came out the bedroom before me, I figured you were already in the kitchen!”

“You watched me go to the left for the bathroom, you smacked my ass! How did I suddenly get in front of you?”

“I am not awake for this, you cannot blame me. LOOK AT HIM.”

Ryder blinked up at his dad’s, “Morning.” He grinned, not at all regretting his choices. And he got coffee out of it, something his dads didn’t usually let him have, it was always juice or water, this was definitely a win.

“And you,” Rodolfo murmured. “Are a menace.” Taking the mug of coffee away from the boy, “Shouldn’t play so many jokes. Your father is a whore.”

Alejandro didn’t deny it. That made Ryder gag and immediately shed the grey hoodie off his body, “EW! Papa!”

“What? It’s true.” Rodolfo took back his stolen hoodie, and sipped his coffee with an expression Ryder couldn’t match a word to. He regrets waking up… “You two are disgusting.”

“We know.” Alejandro grinned. “Maybe think twice before you play another prank?”

Ryder recoiled, “Yep yep, not touching the hoodie…”

“Great. Don’t, because you nearly killed your father.” Rodolfo murmured. “His forehead would’ve been three inches shorter because it would be nonexistent.”

—

~~~

Ryder was a bit late to his first steps, it was normal from the trauma the boy suffered months before Alejandro and Rodolfo adopted him. But he was a fast crawler that Rudy couldn’t help but be glad the boy wasn’t immediately walking, they still had to child proof the house, their offices and hell, maybe even the entire base.

The first steps was during a meeting with Task Force 141, though it turned less into a meeting and more into a group work session with occasionally a squeal from the baby crawling around the floor behind the colonel and sergeant Major.

“—His hat stayed on the entire time.. We were in the *water*. Last time I checked, hats don’t stay on your head.” Gaz gestured at Captain Price’s hat wildly, “And then he jumps to the fucking land while I’m over here playing loch ness monster with two goats and occasionally a damn knife.”

“You agreed to the mission, Kyle.” The captain rolls his eyes, “You specifically asked to come with me during it.”

“Only because I didn’t want to be with Soap and his shitty humor.”

“Oi! My humor is perfect!” The Scotsman growled.

“Yeah for a grandma—”

The first steps weren’t noticed right away, the soldiers in the room didn’t notice the furrow in Ryder’s brow or the fact his little face scrunches like Rodolfo’s when he’s focused. Ryder was usually quiet and only needed a few glances every few minutes for a check in.

Though Ghost saw movement in the corner of his eye, he didn’t brace, just turned slightly and there the little guy was, one foot in front of the other, slowly.. arms flapping to regain his balance, straight for his papa and papi.

“…Alejandro.. Rudy, don’t panic but—”

The two turned just as Ryder managed to get a grasp on this walking thing. His arms stretched out in front of him, eyes gazed down onto his feet. One foot.. another. Just like he’s seen the vaqueros do when they march in the training lot.

The two were silent as they watched.

And with a victorious babble, Ryder leaned forward and hugged Alejandro’s leg. “BA!”

Soap whooped so loudly that he winced from his own echo in the room. Gaz smiled and clapped. Ghost smiled behind his mask. Even Price tipped his hat to the young boy.

Alejandro scooped his son up, wrapping an arm around Rodolfo, pulling both his loved ones into a crushing hug, “That’s my boy! Mijo, that was so good, you walked!”

Ryder clapped and squealed again, hands immediately finding his papi’s face and his papa’s hair. “BA!”

“Si, Si, Mijo. Such a big boy now.” Rodolfo grins.

~~~

Ryder wanted to walk everywhere now. Hasn’t exactly figured out running yet, thank god for that. Rodolfo could barely handle trying to catch the boy when he decided to crawl off.

The toddler mimicked the other soldiers, marching in place beside Alejandro while his papi gave out orders. He walked to the cafeteria instead of being held by his papa. And he could reach the snack drawer that was the lowest drawer in his papa’s desk.

Before he couldn’t, but now he could.

This has murder in it by the way.. like family-141 but Price is crazy, he has a gun and not afraid to use it type shit.

—

Hear me out. Gaz and Nikolai are absent from the trailer right? (From what I know. I still haven’t watched that shit but I’ve seen snippets)

Here’s where it gets scary… Price killed Gaz so he couldn’t be stopped.

Not saying Price would, or even Activison would— actually, “no Russian” mission.. I wouldn’t put it past them.

But. Price kills Gaz because if there was one thing he needs to do is get away from the task force and that means taking anyone down to do so. He’s a hardened killer, he doesn’t want to but to do what needs to be done— he will.

I don’t know what Gaz would be doing to get killed but if Ghost is trying to stop Price, he should too. What is happening doesn’t sit right and they know better than anyone that if Price has a plan, he’s gonna risk it. So he tries to stop his captain before anything bad, anything out of control. (Father-son moment? Yeah but the father kills his son).

Gaz is trying to calm Price down. I imagine after Makarov killed soap, Price has lost it for trying to go slow, to make plans, he’s tired of losing soldiers. And Soap was the last straw. (Did they ever kill Makarov..?)

And Gaz, poor Gaz, is trying his fucking best saying that they’ll get the bastard once and for all but Price doesn’t need to try any fuck shit—

Blah blah blah, Gaz is dead. Price goes dark.

Ghost. Ghost walked into Price’s office to find Gaz dead. And what’s in the floor? Price’s cigar.. still fresh. And Gaz? No chance of saving.. a look of terror frozen on his lifeless face.

(“You broke rules”) ((ironic is t it Ghosty? Well I guess he didn’t shoot his teammate..))

And where is Nikolai in all this? Keeping low, he doesn’t come out much unless Captain Price or Laswell calls him. Well this time.. Laswell summoned him, into a private room with just her and Ghost.

“No captain today? No sergeant either..”

Ghost crosses his arms, “Neither, not ever again.”

Nikolai is confused, he hasn’t been briefed yet. And while he’s on the blindside here, he’s keeping all thoughts to himself.

Laswell sighs, “John went dark.”

Not the first time…

“Gaz is dead.”

That’s a first.

“Price killed him. And we don’t know what he has planned.”

That’s—

I would say Nikolai is no longer affiliated with Price in any way after. Since Price is out on the run, he’s not trusting anyone. Friend or not.

Yeah, they’re hunting Price down and killing Jim for this one.

~~~

I hope yall enjoy my little angst thoughts for the day.

He died. Don’t know when or how, but I feel like they killed him off— didn’t see him in the trailer, nobody has according to what I’ve read. Maybe we’ll get a scene of his grave.

His actor wasn’t able to make it. Happens all the time, though I guess this would be the time to bring back white man gaz. (Could say he pulled a Micheal Jackson) Though I’m not sure how that would go timeline wise— OR, they just substitute someone else from the series like.. I dunno, Graves.

He’s there, like physically in the story he’s just not the main character. Just like in MW2 where we played mostly Soap with Ghost, Price and Gaz being supporting characters but we don’t focus on them as a main. So I assume in this one, we either play mainly Price or Ghost. So there may be a chance that he’s just not like.. a main player.

He gets mentioned in passing. Similar to #3 but in a way. He’s alive but not there. He could be not in the force anymore, probably clocked out, y’know. Maybe got moved. Maybe he decided that the war wasn’t for him and he got a job at a local cafe where he could drink his tea in peace.

And just for fun:

He’s in a corner crying somewhere. His dad is evil, soap is gone, ghost wants to kill his dad. The whole family’s falling apart and he’s the middle child who has to deal with it all.

~~~

I think at some point, Ghost gets comfortable enough with Soap’s family to the point he could show up unannounced and there will always be a spot on the couch, a seat at the table and a plate during meals, a bed to rest his head and someone to talk to.

Which is why I think he’s the one who.. personally delivered Soap’s stuff from base to his family in Scotland, better him than someone to travel all the way to do all the trouble. That gave him the chance to see all the stuff he and Soap never really got around to talking about. How he used to do sports in school, how he pissed off his middle school teacher, his mother’s famous carrot cake, why exactly he kept that ugly ass haircut with his forehead—

There were some things in the room Ghost would’ve kept for himself but he knew would make someone very happy if they got it. Afterall.. blood was thicker than water and at the end of the day.. He was just Ghost… What he was to Sergeant John McTavish was irrelevant. Especially when the war wasn’t over and nowhere was really safe to settle yet.

Soap’s mother was the first one to really hug him after the funeral. Ghost didn’t wear his mask in their house, being around Soap and all his family made him confident enough to do so.

Then soap’s niece who ghost gave the skull mask from Las Almas, it still smelled like Johnny.. The scent of him never really went away.

Soap’s father, a man Ghost had come to respect just as much as Price. A firm handshake before smiling, “Thank you for looking after my Johnny.. He always was a risk taker. I’m thankful he had someone like you to watch his shoulder.”

“It was a pleasure, sir— Papa.” Ghost corrected himself. “An honor. If time ever comes around, I’d do it again in a heartbeat.”

“I know you will. In another universe, you’d live a good life, Simon. You two would be amazing parents.”

Parents.. Soap mentioned it a few times, offhand, just dreaming about days after wars, after checking rifles in the bay. Days without having to stitch wounds shut and days without having to wake up from thunder without thinking it’s another firefight or a bomb.

//

“Hear me out.. We hypen our names. McTavish-Riley.” Johnny giggled, smacking Ghost with his glove.

“Why do you get dibs on being first?”

“Because McTavish has all the power. The brains and the brawn. Riley just.. You have two first names, let’s be real.”

“You’re a mean goober, Johnny.”

“I know. Thats why you love me. So hear me out.. If it’s a girl, Tank. If it’s a boy, …uh.. Flash bang.”

“Those are terrible.”

“I know!” Soap whined, “But you aren’t giving me much to work with, Si!”

//.

The universe wants me dead. I can feel it. I accidentally pulled an all nighter to get work done and now I can’t sleep at all thanks to the hell that is my inflamed throat and the fact that I cannot breathe out my unclogged-clogged-ass nose.

~~~~

“Didn’t you hear? The new sergeant major is one of those high tech, human like robots from the big cities.”

“I thought Colonel Vargas hated those things?”

“Thought so too! But him and that thing are attached to the hip.”

It was a switch that has been flipped in the last few months. Alejandro didn’t work great with others, his last second in command was a chore to work with. Some were too whiny. Some too reckless. So he didn’t have one for a while, wouldn’t, would not let anyone higher than him assign him one.

Until they sent him an android. Takes orders when asked, doesn’t mess up. If it so happens to get shot, it’ll be replaced the next day. Unlike humans.

For a while, Alejandro didn’t pay it no mind. The android seemed to ignore him anyway. Only speaking when there was a report in cartel routes or something to do with paperwork.

By the second week, Alejandro learned the Android’s name. Rodolfo. Sounded too human for something made of metal and plastic shoved in armor and vaquero uniform.

It was the first month done when Alejandro spoke with him. Or rather, Rodolfo spoke to him.

“You should not drink that much tequila, Colonel. Bad for your liver.” Rodolfo states, leaning against the wall of the man’s office.

“I’m off duty, cabron.. Shut up.”

Rodolfo did.. for a second, “You are still on base, if there was an emergency to be called, it would be difficult for you to focus from the alcohol—“

“Lightwork.”

~~~~

IM TWENTY NOW— NOTHING’S CHANGED, IM JIST ONE YEAR CLOSER TO BEING ABLE TO DRINK.

FUCK ICE

FUCK TRUMP

FUCK PEOPLE WHO THINK “THOUGHTS AND PRAYERS” WILL KEEP KIDS FROM GETTING SHOT IN SCHOOL.

FUCK NAZIS

FUCK RACISTS

FUCK THE CURRENT ADMINISTRATION

FUCK HOMOPHOBES

FUCK TRANSPHOBES

FUCK PEOPLE WHO THINK ABORTION IS MURDER— YALL MAD WEIRD ESPECIALLY THOSE WHO TALK ABOUT CHILDREN.

Y’know what? FUCK BILLIONAIRES.

FUCK WHITE SUPREMACY. FUCK THE KKK TOO.

FUCK AI— FUCK AI “artist” YALL AINT REAL AND WILL NEVER BE. PICK UP A FUCKING PENCIL AND DRAW SOME SQUARES.

FUCK ANYONE AND EVERYONE WHO DISAGREES WITH THESE “FUCK YOU’s”

…with how bad things are getting lately, I think this post needs to be made. Even if I don’t get a lot of traffic around here.

I will add stuff to the list because there is not enough “Fuck You’s” being given to those who need to fuck off.