I'm A Good Person Now😍😍!

Bored going to drop my music taste here (jokes on you it chages every week) and yes it is so messed up.

Hesh stopping fed logan!

warning; emotional! and angst

hesh: logan! this is not you!!

logan: Gahook!🤓 I know.

Old post ig😔 plz hesh walker come into my life, I will cook for you like Gordon Ramsay himself trained me and ofc less yelling (i would never), and I’ll serve you food like it’s royalty’s banquet. But that’s just the start, my man. I’ll also be folding your laundry, cleaning the house, and bringing you snacks while you on the couch not moving a single CM, I’ll support your hobbies, give you back rubs after a long day, and make sure your favorite shirt is always wrinkle-free.

THE ONLY MAN THAT I WOULD DO THIS TO, IS HESH WALKER

David "Hesh" walker, save me David "Hesh" walker... Save me David "Hesh" walker

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.

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

My Journey to Escape the War in Gaza

My name is Abdelmajed. I never imagined I’d be sharing my story like this, but life in Gaza has become unbearable. I am a survivor of the war here, and in the blink of an eye, everything I once knew—my home, my safety, my community—was ripped away from me.

The war has transformed Gaza into a graveyard of broken dreams. The buildings that once stood as symbols of life and resilience are now piles of rubble. Every corner is filled with the echoes of explosions. Every moment is shrouded in uncertainty. There is no security. There is no stability. There is no light at the end of the tunnel.

Basic needs have become luxuries. Food is scarce. Clean water is even scarcer. Hospitals are overwhelmed and under-resourced, and there is almost no medical care to be found. Every night, families go to bed hungry, praying they’ll wake up to see another day. The cost of basic necessities has skyrocketed, and it’s become a daily battle just to survive.

I’ve seen things I never thought possible—standing in long lines for a piece of bread, rationing every drop of water, and watching my people suffer in silence. I have lost everything—my home, my safety, my dignity.

Escape from Gaza is my only hope, but it’s almost impossible without financial help. The cost of evacuation is far beyond my means, and without support, I’m trapped in a warzone with no way out.

I’m reaching out to you now, in the hopes that someone, anyone, can help. I am not asking for luxury. I am asking for a chance—just a chance—to live. A chance to escape this never-ending cycle of fear, destruction, and loss. A chance to rebuild my life somewhere safe, where I can begin again, where I can find hope once more.

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Help Abdelmajed Escape Gaza and Rebuild His Life

My name is Abdelmajed, and I am a survivor of the war in Gaza. Everything I once knew has been taken away—my home, my safety, and the people

Any amount you can give will help me get closer to safety. Even the smallest donation will make a difference—it could be the lifeline I need to survive. If you are unable to donate, please share my story. The more people who hear it, the better the chance that I can find the support I desperately need.

Your kindness and support mean the world to me. You’re not just helping me escape a war; you’re giving me a chance to live, to rebuild, to breathe again.

Thank you for listening. Thank you for caring.

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warm up doodle 🤓

Cpl Dunn :0 yayaya I think I'll make more content about CoD MW og... Or BO? (Black ops)

Btw, here some close up :]

Bonus:

"Excuse me."

If you see something funny like too funny that crackled your whole bones, do not share it to anyone and don't ask me why