My Journey To Escape The War In Gaza

⊹₊ ˚‧︵‿₊Hesh walker ODIN strike moodboard₊‿︵‧ ˚ ₊⊹

Oh g you knew him before odin strike😍

me and my boyfriend, David.

Pt 2

(I can't stop making these, someone take my phone)

MEMES TIIIIGHHHMMMMAA🗣️🗣️🗣️

Ty so much!!🎀

Hesh fanart requested by @ll7esxs !! i really enjoy drawing him omege

Me writing my ideas of hcs and one shots with 20 requests of yall up my ass😝.

OKAY HEAR ME OUT!!

Fem teammate reader who used to call (hesh, kick) by their callsigns now suddenly out of nowhere call them be their real name when they hadn't heard their real name in a while!

even elias call david hesh.

Ok so we don't know kick name so ig im gonna just say "his name"

edit: Fucking crying what did i write😔

Hesh walker

No one calls him David many times. Even Elias, his own father, sticks to "Hesh."

He never minded it. "Hesh" is who he is in the field, a soldier, a Ghost. But somewhere along the way, "David" just… kinda disappeared.

When you suddenly say it, it hits him like a punch to the gut.

It feels personal, real—like you see past the soldier, past the mission.

He doesn’t know what to do with that feeling, but he wants to hear it again.

"David."

Hesh almost didn’t register it at first. It had been so long since he’d heard his own name that it sounded… foreign.

He blinked, turning to you. "What did you just say?"

You kinda scoffed, expression casual, as if it was the most natural thing in the world. "I said, ‘David, you good?’"

His chest tightened.

Nobody called him that. Not his team, not his father, not even Logan. Somewhere between training and war, his name had been replaced—Hesh was who he became, and "David" had been left behind.

But now, you’re looking at him like you don’t just see the soldier. Like you see him.

He swallowed hard, rubbing the back of his neck, suddenly feeling exposed. "Yeah. Just… not used to hearing that."

You smiled, just a little. "Maybe you should hear it more."

His breath hitched.

He didn’t respond, just gave you a look that you couldn't quite place. But later that night, when he was alone, he found himself repeating it under his breath with a smile.

David.

It sounded different coming from you.

And, somehow, he liked it.

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Kick

Nobody uses his real name. His callsign is his identity on the battlefield, and it just stuck.

Even off-duty, he's "Kick." It’s easier, detached—less personal.

But Ofc will remember his family when you said his real name.

When you say his name for the first time, he almost doesn’t react right away because it’s been that long.

He thought you were talking to someone else.

When it clicks, he freezes—not out of discomfort, but because he genuinely forgot what it was like to hear it.

So congratulations you made his feelings mixed of nostalgia and depressions cause you made him miss home already.

It feels raw, real—like you’re reaching into a part of him that he didn’t think was still there.

He doesn’t say much about it, but something in his eyes softens.

The gym was mostly empty that evening—just you and Kick, both unwinding after a long day. He was working the punching bag, sharp and focused, sweat dripping down his temple. You were stretching nearby, half-watching, half-lost in thought.

Then, in between his strikes, you casually said, "You good,?" and of course you ended the ask with his name.

His next punch completely missed the bag.

For a second, he just stood there breathing hard from the pressure of the punching, staring at you like you’d spoken in another language.

You raised an eyebrow. "What?"

He blinked. "You called me by my name."

You tilted your head. "Yeah? That’s your name."

He wiped a hand over his face, shaking his head with a chuckle. "Yeah, but—nobody calls me that anymore."

You smirked, tossing him his water bottle. "Guess I’m not ‘nobody’ then."

Kick caught the bottle, taking a long sip, but the smirk on his face was different—smaller, more genuine.

And from that day forward, he found himself waiting to hear it again.

Later, when the team was settled for the night, he caught himself thinking about it again. About how his real name felt different coming from you—less like a relic of the past, and more like something real.

Something worth remembering.

Playing cod ghosts but i can't cry.

playing struck down mission and cry Doesn't count because ajax died.

playing sin city mission and cry Doesn't count because elias died and told logan everything is going to be okay before he dies.

playing all or nothing mission and cry Doesn't count because in the begining hesh talked about elias, and also doesn't count again because hesh saw the mask is given to logan and tried to play it off.

playing the ghost killer mission and cry Doesn't count because the ending is shit asf.

Crying at the end of the game Doesn't count because a pit scene showed up and logan is there.

Like and reblog aren't enough for the fics that i read, need tumblr to make "saved posts" stuff AAGHHHH

ramirez, foley and dunn dont get a lot of love, some of the best moments in the game were "RAMIREZ DO EVERYTHING" and dunn crashing out during second sun so foley tells him to shut up. they are so trio-core together and i love them for it. they're even more slept on than the metal team and that's really saying something. they're alive, they've got each other, they're working on their mental health together after ww3 and they're doing alright. it's canon in my heart.

When they bring up hesh walker and i didnt glaze On him at the slightest thing, like him being so wronged-treated, how he deserves better, how he needs a break from everything: