#gideon cod

like yes, I get it; ghost, soap, valeria, rudy and all that but JACK MITCHELL AND ILONA??? WAKE UP EVERYONE

besides them being hot the game is so good :( I play the PS3 one and it still looks fire so pls talk more about it ugh

will and mitchell are best friends. they enlisted together. stuck together. will uses his last words to offer mitchell comfort. they keep each other in line. mitchell places his complete and utter trust in will, and will would rather see himself killed than let mitchell get caught in the crossfire. the trust, the affection, the kindness, the genuine and raw friendship there is almost tangible, to me.

with gideon, it's... so close, yet so far. he's rough with mitchell, but keeps him on target. he realigns mitchell when he has to, barks orders, tells him what to do, and holds him accountable. he's a good commander, and mitchell trusts him for it. even once separated, even if it's because he has no other choice, when gideon comes back and is ready to help, mitchell welcomes him back, and stands readily at his side.

i really like the thought of gideon being a parallel to will while mitchell is grieving. he's just familiar enough to be a source of comfort, but he's too distant, too rough, for mitchell to be able to lean into it and immerse himself in that comfort as a way of coping. but on the other hand, what choice does he have beyond that? he's part of the team now, he has to stick close to gideon. and it is by gideon's side that he gets back on his feet and learns to fight again.

maybe not willingly, but every person who grieves has to move on eventually. for their own sake. and i like to see mitchell prying off the prosthetic that johnathan irons gave him, sending him to his death, and leaving the arm to fall with him, is his moment of letting go. will is gone, and his father's schemes at an end.

Russel Adler - Oriental Shorthair Kate Laswell - Turkish Angora  Gideon - Foreign White

If anyone told me seven months ago, that a recruit will come and change me, I would laugh in their face. But now, here I am, looking at her file, and I have nothing to say but praise. I always told myself "She's a rookie, just like Mitchell was. She doesn't know a damn thing.", but when I saw her doing her personal training, fuck me, I was impressed. And after a while....

"Gideon, you have 48 hours to write recommendation for L/N. I wrote it and Mitchell did too. She deserves the best recommendations." Irons said to me while we were on a meeting. I fucked up.

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I was harsh towards her from the beginning. Well, I was harsh towards every recruit, but she had special treatment from me.

"You think they'll have mercy because you're a woman? Quite opposite, you'll be in HELL, so move your arse, L/N!!!" – "I don't know why you joined Atlas, you're just a disappointment, not just for Atlas, and for your parents too."

But little did I know, she had problems with self-respect. I didn't know she's been through a lot in her younger days. Mitchell told me that he heard her sobbing. I just ignored it, and put more salt to her wound.

After a long period in Atlas, she was among the best soldiers. Irons gave her to be a leader of special unit that was the worst unit in Atlas. It was a challenge, a task no one ever did. But Y/N did it without a mistake. There were few who lost their life in the unit, but she took them as an example for others. To show them what will happen if orders were not followed. From then I haven't seen her. There were rumours that she was K.I.A. and I believed it was true.

One morning I came to our gym which was always empty in the morning, but this morning there she was. Fuck me, I was impressed. When she stopped, she turned around towards me and stayed silent. Y/N didn't looked the same at all. Her y/c/e coloured eyes were tired without that shine she had when she was a Rookie. Her face full of scars, her body strong but tired.

"Good morning Captain" said Y/N while picking her things from the bench.

"L/N, I thought you were..."

"Dead? The rumours are true, Captain. Y/N is dead."

"But I suppose someone else is born, yea? Let's end this crappy thing. What happened with ya? One period, you're all girly, crying in her room after someone yells at you, then the other period, you became a whole other person."

"You happened." I looked surprised "You didn't care for anyone. You always say that no one knows a damn thing, and that no one will be better than you."

"That's just to keep you motivated."

"It helped. Thanks to you, I became who I am now. Commander of my own unit."

"How did you manage that? No one else wanted to be a commander to them."

"I cleaned what's necessary."

"Cleaner – that's you. Well at least we got someone like that in Atlas."

"Not for long. I'm going to the Sentinel."

I kept staring at her like a complete idiot. Not because she’d changed — hell, everyone in Atlas changed sooner or later — but because she looked at me like she already buried her past, and I was standing on the grave.

"Sentinel, huh?" I repeated, trying to keep my voice steady.

She nodded while adjusting the strap of her bag.

"They need someone who knows how to get into places… and out of them," she said, her tone colder than the metal floor beneath our boots. "Irons approved the transfer."

"He did?" My voice cracked, barely. Great. Captain Gideon, decorated soldier, panicking like a boy seeing his crush walk away. She noticed — of course she did.

"You look surprised, Captain," she said with that detached little half-smile that didn’t reach her eyes.

"I am." I took a step closer. She didn’t move, didn’t flinch, but her jaw tightened. "I thought you were K.I.A. for months. And now you’re—"

"Alive?" she finished for me. "I told you. Y/N is dead. The one standing in front of you is someone else."

I hated that. I hated how she said it like she was proud of burying the girl who used to smile after training, the girl Mitchell had to calm down after my yelling, the girl who—

…who I pushed too damn far.

"L/N," I started quietly, "you think becoming stone is strength. It isn’t."

She froze. Not because of my words — but because of my voice. I never spoke softly to her. Not once. She turned, fully facing me. The scars on her cheek dragged my attention for a second too long.

"Don't start caring now, Captain," she whispered. "You're late."

"I know," I said, stepping even closer. "Believe me, I bloody well know."

Her eyes flickered — recognition, disbelief, maybe even anger — and then she scoffed.

"You only want to care because Irons told you to write a recommendation."

"That's not it."

"Then what is it?"

I opened my mouth. Closed it. Damn it, Gideon, just say it.

She shook her head, disappointed. "Exactly."

She moved to leave, but I grabbed her wrist — gently, not commandingly. She looked down at my hand, at the hold she could easily break if she wanted to.

"Let go," she said.

"Not until you let me say this," I breathed. "I was hard on you because you had potential. But somewhere along the way, I stopped seeing you as just another rookie." I swallowed. "And that scared the hell out of me."

"Gideon…"

It was the first time she said my name without my rank. And it hit me harder than any blast in the field.

"You became someone I couldn't afford to lose," I confessed quietly. "So I pushed you away. Harder than anyone else."

She blinked. Once. Twice. The ice around her cracked — not much, but enough to see the warmth behind it. "That doesn’t change what happened," she whispered.

"I know. But you deserved better from me. You still do."

She pulled her wrist back, but slow, not harsh. Her voice softened, barely:

"I don't know if I can trust you."

"Then let me earn it," I said. "Not as your Captain. As Gideon." For the first time in months — maybe years — something like life sparked in her eyes.

"Sentinel leaves tomorrow," she murmured.

"I know."

"You’re not coming with us."

"I will if you ask."

She stiffened, surprised.

"I thought nothing scared you," she said with a tiny smirk.

"Only one thing does," I answered. "Losing you again."

She looked away quickly, hiding the fact she bit back a smile. "You're impossible."

"I’ve been told."

She finally moved toward the door but paused long enough to say:

"Meet me tonight. The roof. If you're serious."

More dumb unfinished call of duty:AW doodles + a drawing of an OC of mine. I love her so bad, she was witerally my first ever OC😞 AND MY DRAWING OF GIDEON IS SO BAD BRO, I literally can't get his hair right ☹️

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Anyways, gonna do a yap session here, this can be skipped tbh, it's not important to the drawings I've listed alongside this. I've been stressed and going through a lot lately, and because of that, I've been so unmotivated with my art. I make myself draw often because I wanna draw, but then I actually start and I'm like, enough of this 💔 and I'm so inconsistent, I change things about my style everyday until it looks completely different from shit I would've drawn like 2 weeks ago, AND I HATE COLORING/SHADING CLOTHES, and genuinely I am sick of drawing noses. I draw mostly fan art as well and I feel like it NEVER looks like the character I'm trying to draw bro😐

I might do some MW2 drawings because I recently got the 2022 remake and have been playing the campaign. I already knew the story since I did play it when it first came out because my cousin bought it and he lived with me at the time, but now that I actually own it myself, I can replay it 30 times just like I did with Advanced Warfare 😸

I honestly don't know how Tumblr works, you'd think someone like me, who basically grew up online, I would know, but I don't Like I'll look through posts and some of the tags are like full sentences? 😭 Like I feel like I only see people use hashtags like that on here. Like I actually feel like a senior citizen sometimes, it's not even funny. However, I did really enjoy posting here last time, just talking freely (mostly to myself 😛) is like top 5 of my favorite things to do, and I can literally just post here whenever and talk about what I want, it's like a little diary. Except it's not private so I do have to be somewhat normal still because digital footprint and whatever 😔🙏

I talk a lot and I like writing shit down so posting here seems logical to me, especially since Tumblr I feel is very art centered so it's actually pretty fun posting my art here. Like I posted my art on TikTok and immediately got like 3 hate comments 💀 and TikTok definitely has a big art community but I've noticed how hateful it can be. And y'know, I'm sure Tumblr has issues like that, but I just haven't come across it yet because I open this app once a day for like 2 minutes only, but I kinda feel better posting random rants about nothing and my art here instead of socials like TikTok and insta. Especially because I like to ship, and shipping is so strict in some communities. Especially if it's a queer ship omg bro it's so fucking annoying. I have a lot of queer ships because I'm queer, like I relate, but OH MY GOD, it's so annoying. ESPECIALLY being in the call of duty fandom, if you have a gay ship, you'll always hear an annoying "call of duty bro" in your ear whining about being woke and making everything gay, SHUT UP BRO.