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“Specter, what’s your status?” The russian accent is thick, heavy even in english. Specter hates it with a passion, dreams of shoving a knife through Ivan’s jaw and straight into his brain. Alas, the opportunity hadn’t risen yet.
“Crystal clear, sir.”
She hears a hum, and the comms go quiet again, probably talking to Sparrow or Watchtower. She doesn’t quite care at the moment, thumb rubbing across the cool metal of the trigger guard. They lay on the cold, wet ground for another ten minutes before switching the channel on their ear piece, “Respectfully, sir, are we gonna move on the target anytime soon or are we waiting for them to invite us to supper?” There’s the sudden crackle of small chuckles in their ear and a defeated sigh from their handler. He’s fond of them— sometimes. Just enough for Specter to question if he’s as bad as their brain makes him out to be.
“Just trying to keep you three alive, can’t never be grateful,” she can practically see him shaking his head in mock disappointment, “Alright, 1-18, you are cleared.”
Specter lines up their shot, and fires.
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skinning children for war drums.
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- Part 8 of not a single tear.
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“Specter, what’s your status?” The slightly southern accent came through her comms, and she hummed, lining up her shot.
“Crystal clear, Gravedigger.”
She hears a contented hum, and the comms go quiet again, probably talking to Sparrow or Watchtower. She doesn’t quite care at the moment, thumb rubbing across the cool metal of the trigger guard. They lay on the cold, wet ground for another ten minutes before switching the channel on their ear piece, “Respectfully, Commander, are we gonna move on the target anytime soon or are we waitin for them to invite us to supper?” There’s the sudden crackle of small chuckles in their ear and a defeated sigh from their commander.
“Just trying to keep you three alive, can’t never be grateful,” she can practically see him shaking his head, trying to suppress a smile, “Alright, 1-18, you are cleared hot.”
Specter lines up their shot, and fires.
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skinning children for war drums.
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- Part 6 of not a single tear.
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Colette drummed her fingers across the table, staring down the member of her father’s council, who frowned back at her. He was old, looked like an egg and smelled rather like them too. The thought made her lips twitch into a grin.
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- Part 7 of not a single tear.
- Part 1 of in another life.
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in the back of my mind (i killed you.) by sleepicide
Fandoms: Call of Duty (Video Games)
17 Jun 2023
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Despite everything, he liked to think he was a good father to Colette. Changed her nappies, fed her, clothed her, rocked her for hours upon hours upon hours while she fought sleep with everything she had. Countless nights she’d sit there and scream until she couldn’t anymore, just crying and hiccupping. Simon had cried once too.
When she’d gotten older, he took her out on walks, or car rides, letting the rumble of the engine soothe her to sleep.
He’d brushed her hair, kissed her forehead and boo-boos, told her how proud he was. Simon Riley had been a good father.
Then Roba happened. Then Sparks and Washington had killed his entire family, and he’d felt terrible, terrible relief when he didn’t see Colette among the bodies, then fear, because if she wasn’t here, where was she?
Bumming a smoke off a highschooler she knew, as it turns out. His eight year old wanting to pick up his filthy fucking habit had saved her. Long before Simon had become Ghost, he’d already infected her.
He remembers the numbness as she threw herself into his arms, hiccupping and sobbing.
Simon Riley was a good father.
But Simon Riley was dead.
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ghost has a daughter. it's a terrible thing.
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- Part 1 of not a single tear.
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It’s edging into the afternoon, Simon carrying bags as Sammy carries Colette back up to the house, her little yellow overall-dress had grass stains, and she’d ripped her stockings, so they’d decided to take her home and get her changed before coming back to Sammy’s cousin’s for dinner.
“Those things are death traps,” he reminds the woman, and she gives him an exasperated look as he sets the bags down once they’re in the threshold-- no need to set them any farther away, “She’s fallen… how many times in them?”
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five times sammy and simon listened to each other, and one time they didnt.
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- Part 3 of not a single tear.
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An amalgamation of one shots that are pre-canon and in between time jumps to 'in the back of my mind,' from Cole, Evie and Josh to Simon, Colette and Sammy.
Works will be orders from earliest to latest chronologically, with ITBOMM always being the first.
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