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i feel like 60+ asking this but how do you put banners n stuff in your posts i cant figure it out also how do you dm people on here cause someone dmed me but idk how to dm anyone new

ok bye i feel 80

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first post || sloppy writing

Phasmaphobic

Book I : Before the Ghosts.

a mission went sideways which ended up with the entire task force getting reprimanded by general shepherd—laswell was stood in a corner, a disapproving look in her eyes as she shook her head.

it was supposed to be a simple mission. get in. grab intel. get out. they’d done this a thousand times, in worse conditions, worse places, with worse odds.

how could they have fucked it up this bad?

laswell stood in the corner, arms folded over her chest, a storm of emotions brewing behind her eyes. shepherd paced back and forth in the room, barking blame, demanding answers, bellowing for a cause.

no one spoke.

not soap.

not gaz.

not ghost.

not even price.

because there were no answers. all there was, was blood on their hands and boots, smoke in their lungs, and the undeniable weight of their failure heavy on their shoulders, sinking deep into their bones.

laswell finally breathed.

her exhale cut through the silent room — a single exhale cutting through the tense atmosphere of the room like a blade.

she didn’t look at them. at any of them. her mouth opened, one sentence uttered with the weight of her heart.

“i’m going to find more recruits.”

the words dropped like lead.

“you can’t do this alone anymore. we put too much on you for too long — expectations, pressure… and clearly this was the breaking point.”

no anger, no spite. just truth. the tired, and exasperating truth.

“i don’t know what the hell went wrong there. maybe i don’t want to. but i know this — next time, there’s NO room for mistakes.”

she turned towards the door, glancing back for a moment.

“i’ll let you know when i get a name or two.”

——————————————————————————

Three hours later, the silence still hadn’t left the room. It followed them.

The common room was dim, lit only by the TV no one was watching, flickering occasionally. Soap sat on the couch, slouched. His elbow was on his knee, the mohawked man’s jaw tense and locked. Gas scrolled aimlessly through his phone, not reading or focusing on a single word. Price stood near the window, arms crossed, eyes distant — completely lost in his own world of thoughts. Ghost hadn’t moved from the corner — still silent.

No one spoke.

Not about the mission.

Not about Laswell.

Not about the fact that their world had shifted three hours ago, and none of them knew what came next.

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omg i literally love how nice all of you are on my canon!141 post like i thought id be dragged through the mud, stomped on, and executed but y’all are so nice and give your viewpoints in such a cute “omg ur so right but also” like i just wanna hug you all and squish you cuties.

cuteness aggression idek bye.

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i’m fucking crying one of my friends drew what she thought y/n looked like and it’s this

goodnight i’m fucking dead

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how the bloody fuck do you draw.

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gonna place this (brick) right here.

Hi CoDblr probably going to get eaten alive for this take but here it goes.

I am not a huge fan of Ghost or König. I don’t hate them but I simply think that there are so many other CoD characters that deserve the analysis, extra characterisation, and general love that these two receive much more than Ghost or König that they simply don’t get. I certainly have nothing against you if you like or find them interesting because I like them too just in a much more superficial way. In addendum I hate to say this but there is a serious issue with the oversexualisation of these characters and unfortunately that kinda contributes to my avoidance of them as characters that otherwise check the boxes for traits I find worthy of dissecting. I think that the absolute oversaturation of just…Really unsavoury fics about Ghost in particular (seriously I have SO MANY tags filtered) have inadvertently watered down his character a lot because the fandom and canon versions are very distinct. I don’t think that’s necessarily wrong- sometimes fandom imprints provide unique ways of looking at a character that I otherwise wouldn’t have considered but there comes a point where their themes, personality, values, and motivations are oversimplified to make way for the…Y’know. Dirty deeds.

Anyway ty for coming to my Ted Talk or something.

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simon knows he’s intimidating. he’s fucking terrifying.

he uses it to his advantage more often than he should.

but when he’s back to his civilian life for god knows what reason, he’ll try to making himself appear ‘softer’ near kids and babies. whether that includes slouching in his seat to appear smaller, trading in his skull printed mask for a normal one, smiling hard so his eyes crinkle under said mask, or if it’s him letting the little lambs get close to him and put flowers in his hands — he does it all.

he still has a heart — a cold one. but still a heart.

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i have a severe case of i-like-every-post-i-see-itis. any post i see. liked. it’s a problem cause people might think im a bot or just spamming likes.

oh well.

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john price. that’s it. that’s the post.

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life is so weird. what do you mean each and every one of us have a unique personality, perspective and set of events that we live through? what do you mean someone just died right now? what do you mean someone just gave birth right now? someone went through a breakup, someone got married, someone graduated, and someone just dropped out.

yet we all live and breathe the same air. we walk under the same sun. we stare at the same moon, and wish upon the same stars.

incredible.

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damn now i feel like i just contradicted myself. i’m all for the dark smut and harsh kinks, just as much as the next person but sex sex sex sex sex all the time just feels eugh, you feel me?

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jealous of people who can draw, i have the ideas but not the means to execute them

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i hate it when people over-sexualise characters to the point all they do is write about how they fuck — you, themselves, or each other.

sex sex sex sex.

no, simon wouldn’t fuck you silly and break your spine.

no, gaz wouldn’t fuck you in the middle of a mission.

no, soap wouldn’t fuck you day and night. he has self control.

no, price wouldn’t share you with his teammates.

they would rather shoot themselves than hurt their partners.

sure, write about sex and smut and write your fics, but don’t pretend they’re all some sex freaks who fuck all the time. there’s more to them than their bodies and their reproductive organs.

(ps, not a dig at anyone. just frustrated. i need some fluff or angst for crying out loud)

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drabbles, blurbs, and rotting thoughts —

just a place for me to dump my thoughts.

NSFW/SFW

dark content

i don’t write about weird shit so don’t ask

don’t use my work for AI