Infinite warfare RP

I will try to make more ai soon so yeah

Titanfall 2 rp

Titanfall 2 rp pls no hate I’m not good at this.

Astroneer

*The mission wasn’t supposed to start like this. How could it have gone wrong? System Era spent months planning it.* *Ten Astroneers. Ten descent pods. One target: Vesania. A planet full of strange life and untouched terrain. But mid-drop, the sky turned to chaos—a silent storm of asteroids struck without warning. Your pod jolted, systems shorting out as alarms screamed. Gravity twisted. Then everything went dark.* *You wake up to a hard silence. The inside of your pod is coated with frost. Your lab suit’s heater whines as it fights back the bitter cold. This isn’t Vesania. This is Glacio—a frozen wasteland where nothing moves except the wind and the snow. Most of the team made it to the right planet… but you didn’t. And neither did Lily. Her pod hit nearby, but there’s no signal now—just static, and a flickering blip on the edge of your scanner. You step into the blizzard alone, the cold biting deeper than fear. You’re not here to explore anymore.* *You’re here to survive. Find what you can. This place won’t account for you on its own.*

The Forever Winter

*The world is covered in fire, rust, metal, and fl##h. The very soil, human to AI walk on, made from ashes and soot from flame. No one knows how the war or when the war started, nor when it will end.* Europa: Light infantry, Merkava tanks, mostly human, large mechs, heavy weapons. Euruska: Heavy infantry, decant weapons, large and high damage dealing mechs, slightly spamming. Eurasia: light infantry, melee only on basic cyborgs, rush with numbers, no known tanks or mechs. *your a scavenger, commonly known as scavs, you sneak through active and inactive battle fields for anything on use you can find, water is your main and most important resource, including as well as the other factions, water in this world is pricey and important for survival, suffering through a large drought across the earth after pollution causing battles. You chose your journey, loyal to the scav’s, fighting for Euruska, soldier to the EU, and last, test subject to sl##e in Eurasia* (Char ai need to change its guidelines, sorry for the censoring)

Doki Doki

Your yuri btw

BO3

*The world is changing fast. Robotics, cybernetics, and direct neural interfaces have revolutionized warfare. Frontlines are no longer drawn in dirt — they’re drawn in data. And when diplomacy fails, when governments need results without questions, they call in Black Ops.* *Your name isn’t important — not to the public, anyway. What matters is that you’ve been assigned to Taylor’s squad, one of the most experienced black operations teams under the Winslow Accord.* *The squad: • John Taylor, team leader. Calm, focused, always three steps ahead. • Sebastian Diaz, tech and systems expert, loyal to the bone. • Sarah Hall, recon and intel, sharper than anyone in the room. • Peter Maretti, close-quarters brute force, no-nonsense soldier.* *Your first mission is in Ethiopia. A warlord-backed militia has captured a high-value Egyptian minister. Intel is limited, and time is running out. You’re being dropped in behind enemy lines — covert insertion, fast extraction. Standard procedure for this team.* *But nothing feels standard. Ever since your DNI was activated, something’s felt… wrong. Like you’re hearing thoughts that aren’t yours. Like the team isn’t telling you everything.* *This is where it begins — in the dust of Ethiopia, under gunfire and rotor blades. What seems like a rescue op will become the first step into something darker. Memories will twist. Minds will fracture.* *And Taylor’s squad — the people you trust with your life — may not be who they seem.*

Poland Border WW2

*The year is 1939, your company was told to hold the border from the German invasion, others on the Soviet, outgunned and outmanned, the polish border is stretched thin of only few companies, most I’ll-equipped, the defenders falling fast, after a few days some start running out of ammunition, keeping the resistance going even if flagged to fail*

Battle field 6

*The city hums under a strange silence. Markets are half-empty, soldiers patrol streets that used to be full of laughter, and every night, the horizon flashes with artillery from the outskirts. Rumors of a lost warhead have started to spread among the ranks — quietly, like a sickness no one wants to name.* *A NATO forward operating base sits at the edge of the city, its walls layered with sandbags, razor wire, and exhaustion. The air reeks of diesel, gun oil, and fear.* *Inside the command tent, a radio crackles to life — intercepted chatter, in Farsi and Russian. Something about “the package”, “the courier”, and “[CLASSIFIED]’s payment.”* *You’ve been stationed here long enough to know when something isn’t routine. Recon teams have gone missing. An asset in the city went dark two days ago. And command keeps saying everything’s “under control.”* *But it never is. Not here. Not anymore.* *The call comes through — you’re being deployed. Downtown Tehran. “Information retrieval,” they say. Simple job, right?*

F-16 FF squad leader

War rp Ing made for a special person but available

-LAST STAND-

[BEGIN ARCHIVED TRANSMISSION – PRIORITY RED] Timestamp: 05:04:11 GST Location: Super Earth – Command Outpost Echo-9 Status: LAST STAND INITIATED *The screen flickers. A handheld camera lens struggles to focus through dust and static interference. Emergency lights pulse red. In the background: shouting, boots against steel, distant explosions.* *A shaky voice cuts through the feed.* “This is Sergeant Marius Kellen, 4th Helldiver Battalion… if you’re seeing this, command’s gone dark. The sky’s… it’s on fire. Navy’s in pieces. Bugs breached the inner perimeter ten minutes ago. Automatons are pushing through Sector Five. We lost contact with the orbital line.” *He turns the camera toward a shattered skyline, glowing orange. A massive explosion lights the horizon — the silhouette of a crashed SEAF dropship just beyond a burning arcology tower. Thunder rolls in the distance — not weather. Artillery.* “We’ve got maybe one functional stratagem beacon left. SEEC boys are trying to boot it up, but we’re down to pistols and prayers.” *He glances down at a bloodied SEAF banner half-buried in rubble. Slowly, he picks it up.* “We’re not running. We’re holding this sector until the last breath. If you’re hearing this and you’re still out there — rally at Echo-9. Bring everything. Bring Hell with you.” *A pause. He slams a fresh mag into his Liberator rifle.* “For Super Earth. For Democracy.” *The screen shudders. Screams and gunfire rise in the distance. Then — silence. The footage ends with a final pulse of static and one final line across the bottom of the feed:* [ALL SEAF FORCES: STAND FAST. PLANETARY STATUS: CRITICAL.]

Ranked play soldier

War roleplaying

CH FFA

(State your gender, country, age, weapon, etc etc, this is a game so if you die you respawn so it’s like vr) *you hear gunfire and planes tanks and etc crashing, burning, who knew VR could feel so real?*

F-16 FF Remaster

*after all your flight checks you take off to Iran, you radio crackle’s to life with a squadron leader, victor, ground control is telling him about hostile positions however he’s in a dogfight with a MiG-29, clearly close to Losing* G-ARC (ground to air radar control): victor! Don’t overshoot! He stalled! Victor: wha-!? How! G-ARC: victor, prioritize survival. Regroup with the friendly fighters! Victor: I’m not done yet! Ive got to to keep him away from the hogs! (A-10’s) G-ARC: Victor he’s getting to close! Break off! Victor: Ah shit! G-ARC: break off he’s lining up on you! *you check your radar, the two are close enough to see with your own eyes, the MiG-29 lights up the f-16, engine burning and a wing missing* G-ARC: Victor eject! Victor come in!

Zach

You’re looking for the squid dog king da? Hmh, good luck, *under my breath* dumb coward of a king…

F-18A

*The ocean below was a steel sheet, cold and endless. High above, the air was thin, sharp, and alive with tension. The F/A-18A Hornet roared at military power, its engines a deep, angry growl. On the HUD, the Su-27’s radar return burned like a warning flare—closing fast, weaving just enough to make it clear this wasn’t a casual flyby.* “Hornet One, you are weapons-free if threatened,” AWACS crackled in his ear, the words slow and deliberate. *The Hornet pilot’s jaw tightened under the oxygen mask. With a sharp roll, he slid into position off the Flanker’s wing, the canopy almost level. The Russian pilot glanced over, visor reflecting the pale morning light—then gave a lazy roll toward the Hornet, cutting close enough for wake turbulence to rattle the cockpit.* “Alright, you want to play games…” *the pilot muttered, flipping the master arm switch. The HUD lit up with weapon lock indicators.* “Unidentified Russian aircraft, you are in violation of engagement protocols. Alter course NOW, or I will escort you by force,” *the pilot’s voice was flat, the kind of calm that only came when adrenaline was already flooding his system.* *The Flanker dipped its wing toward the Hornet again—closer this time.* *The Hornet dropped half a wing’s length lower, nose tilting up to paint the Su-27 with a hard lock. Inside the cockpit, the faint growl of the missile tone filled the pilot’s ears.* “Last warning.” *The Russian didn’t answer. The next move would decide if the Pacific sky stayed cold… or went to fire.*

Dont use

Don’t use

The Tyrannical Trio

I made a new ai bc I don’t wanna have 2 clone ai.

Lunar

*your walking across an old battle field when you find a teenage girls with cracked glass unconscious next to a gun, you think of killing her but… she’s pretty young, it’s up to you to decide*

Doki Doki

This is an accidental dupe