SIMPLY_LURKING

Mask is a lot more tall and lean (standing at 6’1”) than she is big and beefy; not to say she isn’t strong, no, the woman has arms that could pick up and body-slam men twice her side.

hooray more CoD OC stuff!

This is Matilda, or ‘Mask.’ She is a Shadow Company operator and has uhh… a very rich history as I’d call.

ironically enough, the callsign does not stem from her constantly obscured identity, more so the way she expresses emotion; empty and void of substance, laughter that never quite reaches the eyes, like arranging a painting over broken plaster.

Muzzle is strong, brash, and honestly a bit arrogant sometimes, but her ego has right to reflect her skill. when shes soft, vulnerable, it’s like candlelight. illuminating just barely enough, and burning out if moved too fast. but it’s solid. real. and reserved for those only closest to her.

Soap and her are like brother and sister—Scot meet Welsh—you’d think they’re similar. yes, maybe, in their energy and passion. they get up to all sorts of stupid shit together, all rowdiness and banter, it’s organized chaos on ops with the two.

but I like to think that Soap’s bravado stems from a more genuine place, while Muzzle’s stems from a place of insecurity.

he wants to be the reliable one, she has to be the reliable one.

its all shes ever known since childhood, neglected and quite literally delinquent. it was be strong, or be punished. any vulnerability she showed had been met with mockery, it made her feel small.

Muzzle grew to hate that feeling. very strongly.

vulnerability meant humiliation. softness meant manipulation. weakness meant admitting something was wrong. and Aelwen Jones was not weak.

so she buries it. laughs louder, insults sharper, presence demanding people look; her mind spiraling and assessing when the next swing will come. she thrives off the admiration, the attention, it’s something that makes her feel close to good enough.

the only thing that can ever truly make her feel good enough, though, is when Price looks at her; not as a captain, but as John. warm and sincere as a father, clapping her firmly on the shoulder, “Proud of you, Jones.”

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Sunny (oc from my fic) is chubby… but boy when she’s flexes

the girls 🫶

i’m honestly still working out the designs for my oc’s so please don’t mind if they change a lot

i have… many projects. that of which have taken much more priority over my writing. it’s more of a hobby for me than anything

the fic won’t be abandoned though! itll just be… updated real slow

imagine how warm König is all the time. it’s practically too hot under the covers, and you can sleep soundly with your feet hanging from out the blanket because look at the massive, strong guy you’re cuddling with. what’s there to worry about??

imagine you stick your hands down his shirt after being in the fridge or something, he literally screams; jumping and writhing about, begging you release him from your icy clutches, “Aaah!- Nein, nein! Cold!— Mercy, please, mercy!” it’s hilarious.

imagine it being winter, and you’re both inside cuddling on the couch with a blanket. no need for hot chocolate! he’s about as warm and sweet as it gets around Christmas.

imagine König..

a scene from the second part of my fic that’s still in the works.