#callofdutyghost

If you didn't have a good year hold on 2026 may be the year for you. Honestly you just surviving and being here is a huge accomplishment!

I had a good year! I have had my ups and downs and I have made many new friends! My style has come a long away and this year goal is to improve it even more. I have irl goals and I'm walking into this year in a lot of hope.

Hope to see you all next year! Hope you have a wonderful blessed year!

Down below is just how much my art has improved.

Last year

This year

I didn't think it was gonna get this one done.

Thank the Lord I did!

It was so much but so worth it!

Merry Christmas from Stella and Simon.

They got tangled up trying to hang up lights at the barracks.

They survive war zones and get took down by lights hahaahah

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.

I forgot to post this on here to go with my omegaverse Au.

Dragon Ghost taking care of the Golden Fox Stella.

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.

Chapter 7

They piled into the truck, loaded rucks, and rolled toward the compound. The ride was quiet—Soap and Alejandro talked tactics, while Valkyrie stayed low and focused. Ghost crouched forward and scanned with his scope when they stopped.

Ghost: “Valkyrie, you take right. I’ll take left.”

She slid down beside him, checked her sight, and breathed out.

Valkyrie: “Ready.”

Bang—two suppressed shots. Snipers neutralized.

They moved in, Rudy guiding them to the security room.

Ghost: “Rudy—find Alejandro’s cell. Soap, you run cameras and prep charges. Valkyrie, help Rudy. Move.”

Rudy spun through the CCTV feeds while Soap tapped controls. Valkyrie stood behind Rudy, rifle at the ready.

Valkyrie: “Rudy, where do you hold prisoners?”

Rudy: “We have cells—seniority-based. Wait—hold on.” (He flips the feed.) “There—Alejandro, solitary. Two Shadows on the door.”

Valkyrie (into comms): “Ghost, this is Valkyrie. We’ve located Alejandro. Solitary. Two guards."

Ghost: “Roger. We’ll get him out.”

They packed fast. As they closed on the cell block a chopper droned overhead.

Rudy (quiet): “Heli—watch above.”

Static, then Ghost’s voice:

Ghost: “We’re clear of it. Move.”

Rudy tried the cell door. Locked.

Soap: “Want me to breach?”

Ghost: “No. Rudy—knock.”

Soap and Valkyrie exchanged looks. Rudy knocked. A guard cracked the door and stepped out—Rudy grabbed him. Ghost shot twice; the guard folded before he could react. They forced the door, rounded the corner—and contact erupted.

Valkyrie: “Enemy contact!”

She dove behind a wall as rounds stitched the air. She rounded the corner, popped rounds into two threats. Soap wasn’t far—he primed a flashbang.

Soap: “Flashbang!”

White light and ringing smashed their senses; they turned and fired. The room went quiet, then loud with controlled shooting. Minutes that felt like forever later:

Soap: “Clear!”

Ghost: “Clear!”

Rudy: “Clear!”

Valkyrie: “Clear!”

Rudy: “Alejandro—up the stairs.”

Soap: “Expect contact.”

They pushed upward. Valkyrie caught movement to her left, squeezed the trigger—one less threat. At the top they found the cell. The door burst open; Alejandro came at them wild-eyed, fighting.

Soap: “Oi—Alejandro, it’s us!”

They pinned him to the wall until he calmed. Breath ragged, he blinked and recognized faces.

Alejandro: “Rudy… Soap… Ghost… Valkyrie.”

Soap: “Thought we left you for dead, did ya?"

Rudy handed Alejandro a sidearm. He nodded, wiping blood and grime from his face.

Alejandro: “Alright. Let’s fight fire with fire.”

They moved to retake the compound. Room by room, they cleared it, freeing Alejandro’s men and arming them. The tide turned—what had been an organized shadow sweep became a ragged, coordinated counterattack.

As they opened a final door and flooded a corridor with ally gunfire, Valkyrie felt something like calm steal over her.

She leveled her sights and called out—half promise, half threat.

Valkyrie: “We’re coming for you, Graves. Hope you’re ready.”

The team pushed deeper into the base until they reached the mess hall—a vast space filled with overturned tables and heavy shadows. Plenty of places to hide, but also to die. Valkyrie and Ghost stood back-to-back, covering angles.

A bullet ricocheted off the pillar beside her, the debris slicing her cheek.

Ghost: “You good?”

She touched the cut and hissed as her fingers came away bloody.

Valkyrie: “Too far from the heart. I’m fine.”

Ghost: “Good. That’s what I like to hear.”

She smirked, darted around the pillar, and fired before ducking back. Ghost couldn’t help but respect her grit—how she kept pushing forward no matter what. She wasn’t the strongest or the fastest, but she had the kind of spirit that held entire teams together. She fought like someone who’d already survived worse.

An hour later, Ghost finally called it.

Ghost: “Clear.”

Alejandro: “This place is huge. Make sure every corner’s clean.”

They split up, clearing rooms and corners until the area was empty.

Rudy: “We open this door, head down the stairs, and we’re out.”

Ghost stepped forward, bolt cutters in hand. He snapped the chain, and one by one, they moved through the door, rifles sweeping every angle.

Gunfire erupted outside. A helicopter thundered overhead.

Ghost: “Soap—take the launcher! Drop that heli!”

Soap swapped weapons, loaded the grenade launcher, and fired. The shot slammed into the chopper’s hull. He reloaded, fired again—the helicopter spun out, crashing behind the wall in a burst of flame.

Alejandro: “Sky’s clear! Move! We just need to get over the wall!”

They sprinted for cover when something green clattered onto the ground nearby.

Price (over comms): “Friendly! Friendly!”

Valkyrie and Soap exchanged relieved glances.

Rudy: “Who is that?”

Ghost: “A friend.”

Alejandro: “I like the sound of this.”

Alejandro ordered his men to stand down. At the wall, a rope line dropped. Price reached down, helping Soap up first, then Valkyrie.

Soap: “Captain—it’s damn good to see you.”

Ghost: “How’d you know we were out here?”

Price: “Laswell. She’s been digging into Shepherd’s files. Found out what he did. Wouldn’t have gone deeper if it weren’t for this lass’s early call.”

He clapped Valkyrie’s shoulder—a firm, proud gesture.

Soap: “Hell yeah! Knew it was smart to follow her instincts.”

Ghost rolled his eyes, exhaling sharply. He’d known long before anyone else did.

Price: “Alright. Let’s get out of here and regroup.”

They climbed over the wall, finally breathing fresh air. Relief washed over the team. Gaz fell back beside Valkyrie as they walked.

Gaz: “How’re you holding up?”

Valkyrie: “I think I’ve made a few more friends.”

Gaz (smiling): “That’s good. Soap’s obnoxious, and Ghost can be terrifying—but they’re good people.”

Valkyrie: “Yeah… the scary one isn’t so scary to me. I can see he’s hurting—like me.”

Gaz: “Ghost’s been through a lot. No one really knows how much, except maybe Price.”

Valkyrie nodded, eyes distant. Maybe Ghost’s past mirrored hers—the parts of Berlin she could never talk about.

Valkyrie: “So… was this a test from the Captain?”

Gaz (laughing): “Can’t say. But if it was, lass—you passed.”

His laugh eased her tension. For a moment, the war around them faded. But she could still feel Ghost’s eyes on her—watchful, unreadable.

Alejandro called for them to move to the trucks. Price tossed Gaz the keys.

Price: “You drive.”

They piled into the van. Price took the front seat as the doors slammed shut behind them.

Soap: “So Valkyrie was right. Shepherd was hiding something.”

Ghost: “Yeah. He knew we’d find out eventually.”

Valkyrie: “That’s why Graves was sent after us.”

Price: “Aye. Laswell’s digging shows this goes back at least two months.”

Valkyrie bit her cheek hard, tasting blood.

Valkyrie: “He hid all this? And thought it was fine? We’re cleaning up his mess—risking everyone’s lives for it.”

Price didn’t reprimand her. He understood her frustration.

Price: “I hear you. But higher-ups play their own games. We can’t control that. What we can control—is this.”

Back at the makeshift base, the team gathered around as Price joined a secure call. Shepherd’s face flickered on the laptop.

Price: “You hid this. Why?”

Shepherd: “We all have secrets, Captain.”

Price: “Why wasn’t I informed?”

Shepherd: “Consider yourself informed now, John.”

Price (sarcastic): “Oh, brilliant. A day late and a missile short. There were three missiles. We’ve only found two.”

Shepherd: “Then point yourself in that direction and fix it.”

Price: “And who fixes you, eh?”

Shepherd: “I don’t need fixing. I’m a patriot protecting my country.”

Price (mutters): “More like protecting your own arse.”

Shepherd’s calm arrogance only deepened.

Shepherd: “I do what I must. No red tape. I know what’s best for the cause.”

Price (laughs, cold): “You’ve lost your bloody mind, General.”

Shepherd: “And you’ve forgotten what you’re fighting for. To do good, you sometimes have to do bad. And when we make a mess—we bury it. That’s where it stays.”

Price: “Yeah—but we don’t bury each other, do we?”

A tense silence filled the room.

Shepherd: “Turn that part off, John. Face the real enemy.”

Price (leaning in): “You need to call off your Shadows.”

Shepherd: “Graves?”

Price: “Yeah.”

Shepherd (smirking): “He’s a dog with a bone. I wouldn’t try to take it.”

Price: “This is your last chance to change your mind.”

Shepherd: “And then what?”

Price: “Then after I go after him…” (he shuts the laptop) “…I’m coming after you.”

Price looked up at his team—Ghost, Soap, Valkyrie, Rudy, Alejandro. His jaw set.

The hunt was on.

I finally have this one done. [#callofdutyocs]

I feel like it took months, but just three weeks, no biggie, right?! Lol

Anywho! Here is a soft scene with Soap Ghost Valkyrie (Stella) and Butterfly (Samantha)

Samantha belongs to @welldonekhushi

Thank you so much for letting me draw her! I had so much fun! This was so worth it in the end!

Till we meet again.

Valkyrie sees soap as brother shw never had. So them two fight all the time, but they really do love each other.

Poor Price, and we all wonder why he looks older, then he really is, hahaha

These are just some sketches, so sorry they look rough, but they will probably not go any further then this.