My Journey To Escape The War In Gaza

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( VETTING: #520 on the Gazavetters document )

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I love my little babies. I wanna snuggle them all. Sure, they're strong rugged military men but they're my pookie baby bears 😭💖

Hereby requesting friends in the COD community who will understand my brainrot and talk about those sweet baby boys and our OCs together. Please and thank you.

Thinking about Pup regressor Graves who loves to nuzzle into someone's leg or knee for affection. He's not much for cuddling on someone's lap, more comfortable kneeling on the floor contently resting his head.

He loves having his head pet. Firm but gentle scratches behind his ear clips and soft massages to his scalp. If his belted tail could move on its own, it would be thumping the floor with joy.

Praises are always welcome, but not needed. Just let the sweet puppy take his spot right beside you, head nuzzling your leg. He just wants affection and closeness at all times.

No thoughts, just big brother Gaz. I headcannon him with lots of siblings, both young and old. Everyone looked out for each other in his family, and now he's found a second family. He's the youngest member of the team, so he doesn't always get the opportunity to look after the others but when he does?

Big. Bro. Mode. Activitied.

He makes a mean fort, ones that take up the entire room and are so comfy that even Price doesn't mind lounging around inside. He doesn't undermine the other caregivers by breaking rules with the littles, but maybe he sneaks them sweets and snacks every now and than.

He is a flip, sometimes regressing to between 8-12, but even then, his love knows no bounds. "Si! Hold my hand, cause we're crossing the road!" He'll insist, wanting to keep his big little brother close by. "No, no, Bubba, we can't use that without Papa." He'll tell Soap in the kitchen to keep the little curious terror from the stove.

I love big brother Gaz, gonna write more later 😭

Simon and the swings

(Not really proof read, just a silly drabble of little 141)

Price loves his boys. Strong, resilient, and capable, they were a perfect team. And an even better family. They mostly lived together. It was easier than renting out places that you aren't going to be living in during deployment. Price bought a modest farm house on an ache of land. Privacy, room to move and work out.

Room to play. Sure, if someone looked at Price's backyard, they'd be convinced he ran a small day care of 20 very big toddlers. But in reality, he and the boys had spent time building an elaborate playground for them to use when they regressed.

Swings, monkey bars, a small platform that had two slides, and a fireman pole. Price had to do a lot of research, and spent a lot of time tinkering and self testing, managed a small merry go round that could fit all four boys. Of course, the playground was a big hit, but outdoor time was always a given with the regressed boys.

Today, even Gaz was regressed, eagerly helping Roach climb up the platform stairs to the slide. Price watches happily, ready to settle down on his chair under the umbrella when he notices Ghost on his own in the swings. The little one sat alone, everyone more eager to run around and play, but he wanted to swing, wiggling and kicking his legs weakly to get some momentum.

"Oh bub.." Price coos softly under his breath, setting his lemonade down and starting to walk over. "What's going on here, little one?" He asks lovingly, crouching down on front of him. Simon let out a huff, a whine, and his pout pushes his pacifier against his mask. "Ah.. understood. Want me to give you a push?" He offers, smiling softly.

Simon smiles a little, nodding happily and reaching out to rub Price's beard. "Mm! Mmhmm!" He hums, stimming excitedly as his Papa gets up and starts to pull the swings chain back. Simon had spent so much of his childhood, so much of his life, being misunderstood, being left alone, and being told he was a burden when he couldn't communicate.

But now, it was like Price could take one look into his eyes, listen to one hum, and he knew what Simon needed. Price, let's go of the chain, grinning at the squeal Simon let's out as he swings forward. Price is careful not to let him go too high. Sometimes, Simon would accidentally lose grip on the chain, falling out of the swings. So until Price could finish the swings with a seat belt, he was going to stay close to the ground.

He looks over at the play structure, watching Johnny happily climbing around on the moneky bars. He knew he should be worried that he was crawling on all fours above the monkey bars, but there was no point in getting him to stop. If anything, Johnny could fall off, take a small breather, and after a few hugs and kisses, would go back to doing it. As if sensing Price's eyes on him, he looks over and grins.

"Hi Papa!!" He squeals before going back to concentrate on his crawling. Kyle was watching Roach come down the slide, helping the little one back onto his feet when he reached the bottom of the slide.

Simon let's out another happy squeal as he swings, making a small grunt sound that sound like he needed a break. Price holds onto the chains and helps him slow to a start, rubbing his back softly and kneeling beside him. "What's up, button?" He asks softly, Simon hums quietly with a little shrug. "Wanna go play now? Feel ready?" He offers, seeing a little smile from under his balaclava.

"Si! Wanna play?" Johnny asks, standing beside the swing out of nowhere. Price never fails to be amazed how quietly his boys can move, even when regressed. Simon squeaks happily, nodding a little as he climbs to his feet and toddles after the Scott. Price watches with a smile, staring at the scene in front of him before heading back to his chair.

They'd be napping good tonight.

I love Agere Call of duty but I don't see nearly enough stuff for it so I'm sharing some head cannons I wrote a while ago. I might revise them one-day, or just add onto the post. I love my lil babies (Aka my fictional military men)

König (little bug, tiger, sweetheart, little love) 

-Typically regresses to around 1-2. Is very small and mostly non verbal expect some German gibberish. Uses sign language or his communication cards. 

-LITTLE KÖNIG HAS A COLA OBSESSION!! even super baby he really wants his fizzy drink and gets really sniffly when he can't have it

-The cutest image to me is him drinking a bottle with his mask lifted just enough for it. He prefers John or Horangi but sometimes he lets uncle soap or Simon feed him. Simon is especially gentle whenever König lets him do bottle time. König loves it when you rub his belly while he drinks. He's doing long slow blinks about half way through his bottle cause it's so good but he's so sleepy! 

- Cry. Baby. To the max. He's a sniffing whimpering mess half the time, but is satiated with near 24/7 contact with someone, mostly a caregiver. He just wants to be involved! Talk to him, include him, cuddle and snuggles him! Or he will cry. He loses his binky? Cry. No cola? Cry. Bedtime? Cry!! 

- has a big fear of the dark and has 3 different night lights, as well as co sleeping, always. 

- shakes like a tiny dog during baths, though the water is never cold. He's just shaking, almost from anxiety it seems, but he's pretty okay when it's a trusted caregiver washing him.

- he's a mask chewer. He loves his pacifier and his teethers for sure, but he loves to suck on his mask and chew on it. The team finds it very nasty, because he has tons of face mask shirts (a whole drawer full) but they're gross! He'll wear them for days at a time and they're germ filled! But you have to be gentle with stopping him. If he feels like he's being scolded or his shirt is being snatched out of his mouth He'll cry. 

Johnny "Soap" MacTavish (Little lad, pup, kiddo, sweet boy) 

– around 4-6 years old, and pretty verbal. He loves to talk about Legos, sharks, and even in little space, explosives.

– still needs a night light, pull ups, and really likes his pacifier but he is NOT a baby! He has nothing against his baby brothers, he loves them, but he doesn't want to be as little lots of times.

– whenever he gets disciplined as an adult, typically a spanking for disobeying an order or almost getting himself hurt, he will typically regress after. He's a little guy, and Price always assures him he's such a good boy and always deserves love.

– he loves whenever Simon is little with him, since Simon is a little smaller than him. But when Simon is big, he's exceptionally clingy. He wants story times, he wants kisses, he wants love and especially from Simon. He'll take it from anyone, but he loves. Loves Simon.

– also a bottle baby, he just enjoys the bonding experience between him and his caregiver. Only wants one for night time or when he regresses from discipline. He holds the bottle/caregivers hand with one of his just to feel closer to them. 

-Loves bath time. Simon will only slightly behave if Soap is in the bath with him, but it's very funny the contrast between the two. Soap is calmly playing with his toys, moving around as needed to be cleaned, while Simon is sometimes screaming, crying and flailing like crazy. 

-Very accident prone/clumsy. Always has some kinda bandaid or bruise on him, but takes most tumbles like a champ. He does sometimes "milk" a fall for some cuddles and attention, but no one minds doting on him a little extra. 

-Just as clingy as König almost. He loves to be in people's laps, wrapped around they're legs, just as close as allowed.

Simon "Ghost" Riley (bunny, button, baby boy, little one) 

-2 to 3 year old regression age, but his accent is hard to understand when he's little, not that he's super verbal. He also has communication cards and knows sign language. Most of his caregivers have gotten to the point where they know what almost every little noise means. 

-His lil feets ticklish and he is very. Very. Fussy about it. He does this little squeak squeal whine, wriggling his feet and toes around like an unruly kitten.

-Almost all of his behavior can be described as unruly kitten. He doesn't bite or scratch, anymore… it took many timeouts and talking toos to get him to understand and stop that behavior. He hates timeouts a lot, because that's time away from his caregivers or his Bubbas. Plus there was one time he bit soap and made him cry, which made Simon really upset. 

-He's also a mask chewer, but he gets fussy whenever it's traded for a pacifier. He just wants to chew the soft fabric, but with coaxing (honey on the pacifier) Simon typically takes to it pretty well. 

-IPad/TV child very much so. He likes his shows, he likes the peacefulness of snuggling with his Papa or Soap with something playing. He will have something on while he eats, but he's surprisingly not messy or overly loud with it.

-Price is surprised how shy Ghost is, especially with new people. He's a cry baby all on his own accord, but it's so endearing. It typically happens when he's overwhelmed, shy, or particularly startled. He'll gently flap his hands, looking around in teary eyed distress for preferably his Papa Price.

-Stims constantly. Bouncing on toes, spinning and jumping in place, flapping hands, rocking or swaying and rubbing his chest are all go to soothing motions. He has a few startling looking ones like slapping at his chest, but he isn't hurting himself when he does. He's a prime baby bouncing dancer. He's always doing a lil bouncing dance, and everyone loves it. 

- hates butt changes! No one better say the words "diaper" and "change" to close together lest they want a fussy baby who's rapidly crawling away. They basically have to quickly scoop him up and get him in a little half swaddle like you would a cat so you can clip they're nails. 

Gary "Roach" Sanderson (Bug, buggie, little man, little lamb) 

-3-5 Years old, and semi verbal. He'll speak when he's comfortable but sometimes he experiences a word shut down and only uses sign language or his communication cards. 

-will eat everything. Anything. Is constantly asked "what's in your mouth??" And he rapidly crawls or butt scoots away. He doesn't like traditional pacifiers or teethers, but he loves chewlery especially ones with texture. 

-he needs diapers, and pull ups in big space. He's slightly incontinent from being on the battlefield. He doesn't like having to wear them, and changes can be hard because he cries quite a bit. Some good long cuddles are always needed after. 

-hes often a crafty lil bugger, he escapes his play pen, and helps the other babies out. Helps them out of bouncers, and crafts plans to sneak cookies and sweets. Often takes all the blame cause it was his idea after all! He hates timeouts and scolding, but Papa Price always sits him on his lap and holds him chin gently so he can talk to him about what he did. Normally works to curb bad behavior for a lil while. 

- he really loves to stim with Ghost. He has more verbal stims like hums, tongue clicking, screaming, and repeating words. Also a bounce baby dancer. He loves holding Simon's hand while they dance to whatever is playing.

- really likes being a helper. He wants to be involved in activities and wants to be told he's doing well. Be especially likes to cook with Alejandro or draw with Alex. He loves whenever prices wakes him up or puts him to bed especially, and he loves helping put the babies to bed. 

For your information, in Gaza we don't eat chicken, meat, vegetables, fruits, eggs, fish, milk, yogurt, cheese, and the list goes on... Most people don't have flour, sugar, ghee, oil, thyme, or even work... The list goes on and no one has gas or electricity, and the list goes on... And people are still living, and when I ask them how they are, they say "Thank God." Don't these people deserve support and respect? Don't we deserve to live?

Help me provide bread for my children, it costs $500. I trust your generosity and humanity.

♦️My home was completely destroyed, our dreams were stolen, and stability was taken away here by death, hunger, and loss.💔♦️

⛔The war has returned blood is everywhere the sound of explosions never stops we lose our children every minute We deserve life help us survive death is closing in on my family we need your support more than ever⛔.The whole world is silent. There is no way out of this hell We are dying before your eyes Please don't leave us😭

$20 will make a huge difference in providing for their needs and medical expenses. I have a huge responsibility ahead of me: my children, my sick daughter, and my elderly parents.I beg you by all that is humane to support us No one gives us anything 🙏🏻💔

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Impure!Regression Ghost who bites, hits, and spits, only to apologize later through a mess of snot and silent tears. He doesn't want to hit, he's just so overwhelmed sometimes, so scared.

Impure!Regression Ghost who hides in closets, behind couched, and under beds because he needs a tight enclosed space that he's hard to get too.

Impure!Regression Ghost who cries, and cries, and cries. Chest heaving because he keeps trying to hold his breath, face red, cries silent to avoid being a bother, getting in trouble again.

Impure!Regression Ghost who needs to be slowly, softly calmed, approached like a deer ready to buck and flee at any moment. He needs to be reminded he's safe, he's loved here. If he wasn't how come Soap has his favorite snack? How does Price know the words to his favorite lullaby?

Impure!Regression Ghost who has an amazing team of caretakers who are always there whenever he slips, no matter how hard. Who now gets to end those bad moments, wrapped up in a warm hug, with a full belly and sleepy eyes.

🆂🆃🅰🆁🆅🅰🆃🅸🅾🅽 ⚰

From the heart of unimaginable suffering, I want to sincerely thank everyone who has supported my family 🙏🏻

Right now, famine is hitting us harder than ever, my heart cries whenever I go to the market to buy any basic necessities! The prices are crazy, and most days my children survive on just bread Hunger and thirst are destroying us, and cooking on fire increases our suffering unbearably! Severe eye and chest sensitivity, in addition to constant stomach pain due to the type of food and the way it is cooked.

All this while we flee from one place to another in fear of bombing, bullets, and imminent danger! I cannot describe what I feel, but it is a feeling beyond exhaustion!

Despite the exhaustion, your support gives us strength and I hope you will not let us down

If you can donate, please do so, or at least help us by sharing, so we can reach those who can

Your kindness truly keeps us going

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