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[lambment]

couldnt stop thinking about this (X)

[miya-rin]

imagine being the miya twins older sister who has had suna rintarou fully enamoured with your existence since he first met you at 15 years old.

he has tried to make many moves on you over the years to no avail; sneakily trying to place his arms around your shoulder before one of your brothers notice and throw the nearest object they can grab his way. not letting you carry anything while hes around, claiming how “youll never have to lift a finger again” if you give him a chance. hell, even dropping down to the floor to tie your shoelaces the second he realises the laces have come loose, taking his time to stand back up afterwards as he slowly rakes his eyes over your figure so he can fully take in every inch of you. every attempt of his to make you swoon for him is met with “sorry sweetheart, still not into minors” and a small ruffle of his hair which gives him a dopey smile. you would think he would start to back off eventually but to your dismay every rejection you have handed to him has just made his desire for you grow stronger - he takes your words as “try again when youre 18”

which is exactly what he does. on his 18th birthday his friends decide to throw him a massive party - being the twins chaperone you had to come along and when suna set his eyes on you, you knew there was no chance of you escaping his antics. you catch him glancing at you multiple times throughout the night before he gets pulled away by one of his guests, a disappointed look in his eyes every time he had to look away from you.

after a couple of hours you decide to step outside onto the balcony to catch some fresh air seeing as there was no sign of the party dying down anytime soon. you’re outside for maybe 5 minutes when you hear the door slide open, you already know who its going to be seeing as he has been trying to catch you alone all night, you turn around to finally face the boy and he looks as ecstatic as ever.

“happy birthday suna.” you swear you can see his soul leave his body the second those words leave your mouth, its not the first time youve said it to him tonight - youre not that cruel as to not wish the poor boy a happy birthday on his special day - but everything that comes out of your mouth looks like it sends him to heaven and back.

“thankyou yn, i appreciate you being here, but then again, i know you cant spend more that a week away from me because youre just so obsessed with me.”

“wow, am i that easy to read?” you chuckle along with him, noticing the way his gaze doesnt stray away from your face while you face forward, “so, how does it feel finally being legal?”

“incredible, it means you can finally give me a chance.” he doesnt miss the way you sigh at his words.

“suna we’v-“

“i know that we’ve been over this, but i don’t really think you mean it,” this gains an eye roll from you, “plus, my one wish when i blew out my candles was that you would give me a kiss.”

“really? well i guess your going to have to go without this year.”

“it was my birthday wish, youre not gonna deny me that are you?”

“yknow if you tell your wish to someone it doesnt come true right?”

“yn…please,” his voice is barely above a whisper, he sounds desperate, “i have been waiting for three years, all i ask for is one kiss, just one.”

“i think youre forgetting that im 22 and you are freshly 18.”

“im still 18 though.”

“hm… you make a good point,” you see the way he perks up slightly at your evaluation, a hopeful look becoming more prominent in his eyes, “one kiss. let it be my official gift for the birthday boy.” you might have well as told him he had just one the lottery, anyone who walked past the sliding door would think you had due to the way his smile was so wide.

“thankyou” is all he can muster up before he is snaking his hand up your body and with a hand tangled up in your hair he leans down until his lips touch yours, you can feel the shit eating grin spread across his face as he gently moves his lips in sync with yours, pulling away slightly to whisper “best birthday ever” before leaning back in <3

[ddrawful]

I challenged myself to do all three templates and proceeded to destroy my shoulder, but here's my Touchstarved MC Vesper! They definitely won't cry if you call them a nerd (yes they will).

Illustrations by themselves below the cut!

[duchesskatriel]

2. Dream

[eatingmarkerz]

tips on drawing/how you choose yours colors?

im not really good at giving tips nor explaining how i do certain things but ill try my best >:)

this is prolly gonna be a long post so... yeah (i get passionate about these things so i might add a cut here..)

for the tips part, here are some things that i followed to get better!!

try not to focus on too many things at once when you want to practice! it may be different for other people but for me it kind of burnt me out at certain points, so i like to focus on improving minimal amounts of things in my art!!

another thing is to be proud of what you draw, sure looking back to my old art is a certain negative feeling i cant explain but i just remember its those drawing that pushed me further into improving my art :3

you shouldnt feel like your being forced to create, another thing i struggled with!! now im starting to draw for myself more, and if i feel like drawing for others willingly i will do that!!

and for the last bits, dont be afraid to reference your favorite artists!!! and with references in general :3 i got inspired by alot of artists i like!

FIND THE STYLE UR COMFORTABLE WITH ive only recently found my style and ive loved it since (lasso fill tool my beloved), dont be afraid to be unique🔥🔥🔥🔥

now for color picking! if i want a certain look for my art, whether itd be saturated or desaturated, light or dark, and warm or cold and so on...

i usually take a color on the lighter side for my whites!! something like a light grey, a warm light yellow and a light blue!!!

as seen below here are the colors for the light parts of my art!! (ralseis fur is kinda white right idk AUUGGHGH)

with the color codes and swatches right there you can see the difference in tone!!

the ralsei drawing is more warm, the spamton one is supposed to be more saturated i think, and the kris one is more grey!! (and looks colder!!)

those single off white colors help me think of the feeling i want in my drawings!!!

it works for black colors too!! you can maybe see that the black i used in the drawings arent straight up pitch black!!

[awzominator]

Behold!! The Ninja Tribunal in all their fully rendered glory!!

Chikara was the hardest in terms of coloring so her colors are the most identical to the 03 designs. Hisomi on the other hand was the easiest and I will be chasing that high for the rest of my life! Anyway,, Kon is a low emergent bitch while Chikara is a high energy bitch. Jotu causes problems on purpose for everyone. Hisomi….it’s the quiet ones you gotta watch out for…

[persy-r-bozo]

guy.

[voidzzermc]

When does the no fucks given portion of adulthood start? Is it in my 20’s or like do I have to wait another 10-20 years? Is my 20’s supposed to start my transition into wizardry? Do I get a pointy hat?

This is serious.

Do. i. get. a. pointy. hat?

Omg is that when I get the pointy hat of no fucks giveth?

[mandiemegatron]

Would it be alright to request some Shachi content? Maybe how Shachi acts falling in love with a shy reader?

bonus If you’re feeling spicy 🥵 maybe some things that get Shachi worked up that reader does?

:O

ᴏᴍɢ ᴍʏ ꜰɪʀꜱᴛ ʀᴇQᴜᴇꜱᴛ ɴᴏ ꜰᴜᴄᴋɪɴɢ ᴡᴀᴀᴀʏʏ!!! 😭😭😭😭😭 ʏᴇꜱ ʜᴏɴᴇʏ ɪ ᴄᴀɴ ᴀʙꜱᴏʟᴜᴛᴇʟʏ ᴅᴏ ᴛʜᴀᴛ, ʜᴇʀᴇ'ꜱ ᴀ ꜱᴡᴇᴇᴛ ʟɪʟ ꜱʜᴀᴄʜɪ ᴛʀᴇᴀᴛ ꜰᴏʀ ᴀʟʟ ᴍʏ ꜰᴇʟʟᴏᴡ ꜰᴀɴꜱ 💖💖💖💖🥰🥰 ʙɪɢ ꜱᴍᴏᴏᴄʜ , ɪ'ᴍ ꜱᴏ ʜᴀᴘᴘʏ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʜɪᴍ, ʜᴇ'ꜱ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴀ ʙɪɢ ᴏʟᴅ ꜱᴡᴇᴇᴛɪᴇ !!! 😍😍🤭🤭🤭

『 💖 』 𝚂𝙷𝙰𝙲𝙷𝙸 𝚆𝙸𝚃𝙷 𝙰 𝚂𝙷𝚈 𝚁𝙴𝙰𝙳𝙴𝚁 『 💖 』

𝑹𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒅 18+, 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒆𝒔 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒕.

💚 The second you join the Heart Pirates, Shachi and Penguin were the first to properly make the Polar Tang feel like home. Your incredibly shy nature made them a little overprotective of you, but you didn't mind, simply giggling off their antics with a wave of your hand in apology.

💚 For some reason, Shachi always had a habit of making you jump and screech, laughing like a psycho as he ran away from you, your hidden anger bursting through every time. You caught him one time, and he definitely regretted it that day, even going so far to keep distance for a few days. You were shocked at how much it hurt you, frowning at lunch and dinner times when he sat at another table on the other side of the room.

💚 You cornered him after dinner after the fourth day, huffing and pouting as you asked, "Why are you being such a friggin' butthead?!" He choked on his words with an anxious laugh, his face bright red as he rubbed the back of his head. "Uh- I, ah-" He couldn't stand how fucking adorable you were, especially when you were upset. You always spoke so softly, your meek and shy nature not seeming to fit you even though you owned it with a large smile. "I'm sorry?" You just rolled your eyes and walked away, leaving a flustered Shachi to watch you leave with an embarrassed groan.

💚 You sat next to him at breakfast and you could have gone blind at how bright his smile was, his cheeks tinted pink as he exclaimed, "There's my little mouse! So glad you could join us!" Your own cheeks burned as you dug into your food, choosing to ignore him instead. You only froze when his hand landed on your thigh, giving it a slight squeeze before settling, your eyes wide as your dissociated for a good minute. His hand only moved when Penguin called him out, "Oi, stop breakin' the poor girls' brain!"

💚 Shachi always talked your ear off during overnight command watch, the two of you having to keep the Tang from ending up eaten by a Sea King. "You want a coffee or something?" You shook your head but asked instead, "Hot chocolate?" After that, Shachi would always have a cup ready for you the second you walked in, your fingers brushing as you took the cup from him with a small smile, cheeks pink. You swat his hand away as he tries to poke your cheeks, huffing with a puff as you both make yourselves comfortable in your own seats.

💚 The first time you experienced a Sea King, you were just about to end your shift, 5 am hitting as your bed called to you. You and Shachi rose and yawned, your peripherals taking him in as he removes his sunglasses to rub at his eyes. You can't help but think how handsome he is, heart racing as you rub at your own face before going to grab your mug. You suddenly scream as the Tang is suddenly hit, your body thrown into Shachi, who moves faster than you'd ever seen to catch you. His back hits the side of the sub, and his breath leaves him, his grip tightening around you as Law scrambles into the command center. He summons a Room and Shambles' the monster away, glancing down at both of you the moment it's safe. Giving you both a once over before pulling out his personal den den mushi, he began calling everyone he could on the ship for damage control as he walked away. You shook in Shachis grasp, his own shaky breath brushing over your ear as he groans out, "You good, mouse?" You give a shaky nod before burying your face into his jumper. You stay there for as long as you could, only moving when your replacements walked in.

You just got into your PJs when there was a knock on your door. You opened it with a slight frown only to gasp softly when you saw Shachi standing there, looking a little ragged and nervous. You opened the door fully and let him in, closing it behind him and joining him to sit on your bed.

You sat cross-legged, reaching out to lightly punch his shoulder as you ask nervously, "W-What's going on, Shach? You okay?"

He doesn't speak for a while, simply sitting on the edge of the bed close to you with twiddling thumbs, chewing his bottom lip with sharp teeth. When he does finally speak, his face is bright red.

"I... was scared you got hurt, Y/N. I just needed to come make sure you were good."

You give a soft laugh and he turns to you, grinning when he sees your cheeks are just as red.

"Yeah, I'm okay. Do you need a hug?"

He nods and pulls you to him, giving you no notice as you're pulled to his lap, your legs on either side of him. He removes his glasses and buries his face into your chest, ignoring your sounds of protest as he breathes you in. You groan in embarrassment before letting your hands rest on his head, fingers running through his hair under his hat.

He groans into your breasts and you suck in a sharp breath, eyes wide as his hands wander to your ass, fingers gripping as a hardness grows under you. You press your lips into a tight line as you bite back a moan, knowing your shorts were already soaked.

"Y/N, I can't hold back anymore, I need you."

You squeak in shock, your eyes still wide as you meet his half-lidded gaze, desire written across his face.

"I've been flirting with you for weeks, but I don't think you're catching the hint."

You're unable to hold back the filthy sound he pulls from you as he roughly presses you down against him, his hard cock grinding against your clothed core with need.

"Tell me I can have you."

Your breathing is uneven as you stare each other down, taking only a second to think before you answer breathlessly,

"God, yes."

[lemonxlimee]

Think of these thoughts as hackneyed and trite

Cliched, depraved, disturbing and contrived

Shallow, cold, wretched, miserable, dark

And any other adjective

Choose to sit safely out of the sun

Away from rays so blinding to the eye

Singing songs someone's already sung

Averting gaze from beautiful light

But as complacency settles, anxieties will rise

And part this soul as Jekyll parted Hyde

Now I'm but half of the hollow man's lies

The love, the hate, the emotional side

Whats the point in trying if this end result of dying sits persistently encloaked in dimness?

Life can't thrive controlled by digits

I know I'm weak, I know that I'm vile, but sometimes that is needed to survive

That's what I'll say to rationalize

I'm needed if we're to stay alive

And yet here I lie with black, sunken eyes

My mind's consigned our sighs to a leaden void

the soul remains tempered, I remain plied

Condemned till we are both all but destroyed

But I know that one plus one can't equal two if happiness is both our truths

Our total sum must equal one if we're to find that golden hue

Spiralling down entropically, I beg of thee, have mercy on me

I was just a boy, you see

I plead of thee, have sympathy for me

See how it hurts when the sound (begins to ring)

And you feel it start to rot

And you beg for it to stop

But you've already dug your lot in the ground

See how the mind tricks the soul

Into being something sickly, dead and cold

As you feel it start to tire and fester so, so slowly

Up until the point where it will finally die

Just in time to see what could have been

Do what you want, you automaton freak

No, I can no longer bring myself to care

This hollowed-out vessel's beginning to creak

So take control, let's see how you fare

[dailyeca]

INLAND EMPIRE [Legendary: Success] — A rosebud, more stem than petal. A teacup, with a steeping sachet of lavender. It will take time. But they will wait for each other.

portrait on its lonesome (disco elysium style is so. difficult hkjh i blend colors too much and am too cautious about palettes to be able to pull it off, does not help im a warm colored art kinda guy)

Dialogue: AUTHORITY — Don't let this perp get the last word! Who does he think he is, talking to you like that? RHETORIC [Medium: Failure] — Who *do* you think he is? PERCEPTION (SIGHT) [Trivial: Success] — Someone with a permanent frown. LOGIC [Easy: Success] — Someone who's a criminal. CONCEPTUALIZATION [Formidable: Success] — Someone who's an artist. HALF-LIGHT [Medium: Success] — Someone with two brass knuckles and the know-how to use them. ELECTROCHEMISTRY [Hard: Failure] — Someone who doesn't seem a lotta fun to be around! VOLITION [Heroic: Success] — …Someone who fell through the cracks. SHIVERS [Godly: Success] — Some 20-odd years ago, a kindergarten runaway is herded into the metal belly of packed public transport and emerges reborn in a new city, baptized and spitting up the holy water in the wake of an identity you could barely say was remade as much as it was, simply, made. SHIVERS — He drowns again at age 7, at age 14, and every year thereafter, water filthier and colder every time, treading without a shore in sight. Even as his limbs grow leaden, come hell or high water, he maintains that stepping foot on land after so long will doom him. INLAND EMPIRE [Legendary: Success] — He doesn't even know who he is anymore; he just feigns indifference. He is a ladybeetle inversed - in the same way there are dots of yin and yang. Stiff belief that there will always be bad in the good. Living proof that there is good in the bad. He will never shed the former, nor acknowledge the latter. EMPATHY [Heroic: Success] — Not now, at least. Not with you, and not without time.

[captain-krow-drozdov]

“How Old Are You Link?” “Good Question.”

{BOTW Link AU/Two For The Price Of One AU}

{Short Fic 490 Words, No Warnings Other Than Cursing, "This Means The Convo/Setting Is Internal Monologue/In Links Head" }

"Say Link, how old are you anyway?" Galli asked, nursing his bowl of soup.

"Oh, Um," Link stuttered before they started to count on their fingers as a very familiar internal monologue debate starts up in their mind.

Internally Tech and Link look like they had just taste-tested dubious food.

"I hate this question. Is it too much to ask for them to just accept that we're an age-less forest cryptid?" Tech grumbled, only to get an amused noise of agreement from Link.

"We really need to just come up with a stock answer and stick with it at this point..." Link muttered scrubbing his face with his hands.

"Well, let's figure this out..." Tech muttered, biting on their thumbnail. "Technically speaking, I'm as old as the Shrine Of Resurrection, but I've only been ‘Active’ since we woke up almost a year ago... Thus making me one-ish years old." Tech says head tilted to the side as if changing the angle they think about it will make it any better.

Link lets out a long-suffering sigh putting his hand on his hip and making vague twirling gestures with the other. "And I'm seventeen. But, technically speaking, I am 117." He says, turning to look at Tech.

"Therefore, making us technically, Ancient." They said simultaneously with an air of annoyance.

Tech stands up a little straighter as they smile before saying, "Eh, I think I have an idea to get em to drop the subject, but it's kinda in 'Fuck it we ball' territory."

Link gives a confused but intrigued smile and gestures for them to continue. "Well, now I'm curious, the stage is yours Ser Tech." He says with an exaggerated bow.

Externally Link looks Galli dead in the eyes and deadpans, "Ancient." The statement earns a few laughs and some headshakes from the others around the fire, success! Now on to phase two! Link's smile turns mischievous as he places a hand under his chin and asks, "Well, how old do you think I am?"

Various ages ranging from twelve through nineteen are said from the group in response, with the most frequently said age being sixteen.

Link sits back and claps his hands together with a smug smile full of teeth that are just a bit too sharp. "Alright popular vote appears to be sixteen, so we'll go with that!" Link says cheerfully as he's met with joking boos and a dramatic mutter of 'Fine keep your secrets'.

This interaction may or may not have started the new popular betting game amongst the stables and travelers of Hyrule known as "How Old Is Link This Time?" Due to Link giving different ages, usually in a believable range for his appearance, every time people ask how old he is.

Tho, some days, Link will get an odd spark in his eye and proudly state that he's 117.

No one can honestly say they fully believe he's lying on those occasions...

[batcavescolony]

Kon-El is half Kryptonian right, but he's also half human from Lex and he's very much a child of earth. We don't know much about how Kryptonian DNA works with Human DNA, and to my knowledge it's never brought up if TTK is a Kryptonian trait. TTK could be a human trait that was speed up by Kryptonian DNA. I think i'd be cool if Kon were to be exposed to red sunlight or power damping kryptonite that his TTK wouldn't be affected.

[zootzbootz]

people who think making a mentally ill character a villain in a story is AUTOMATICALLY ableist every single time no matter what shut the fuck up challenge/srs

I've literally seen ppl be all "if you make your villains mentally ill/ND/disabled you are a bad person and you're ableist!" I've literally had someone directly tell me not to make a character with NPD a villain. we have NPD, mind you. and have quite a few OCS with NPD that fall all across the moral spectrum. Because that's the REALISTIC thing to do! suffering from a mental illness does not guarantee a person to be "evil" , but it doesn't guarantee a person to be "good" either.

Genuinely if you think villains can't be mentally ill, like please stop talking. PLEASE. the issue is with blaming the characters status as a bad guy on their condition and/or only having villains be canonically or coded this way. Literally all you have to do for it NOT to be ableist is

1. Not make it the REASON they're evil.

2. Let the good guys be mentally ill too. Yes, including the " scary" mental illnesses. ESPECIALLY the "scary" mental illnesses. If you balance it out it'll be less skewed.

That's literally it. in the story I'm working on currently, nearly all of the characters are neurodivergent, mentally ill, disabled, etc. both good and bad and neutral.

Remember that in the real world; anyone can be a good person, and anyone can be a bad person. though many are in between. and doesn't matter what mental illnesses someone has or doesn't have. I feel like characters in fiction should reflect that. they should be complex, and fleshed out like real people. But remember, many people are morally gray in the real world and fall somewhere in the middle. a roster of characters should reflect that. unless the black and white good and evil dichotomy is what you're going for, use "(pure) good" and "(pure) evil" characters as sparingly as you can, regardless of the characters " diagnostic history "

Just. Use. Common. Sense.

[lonleyghost-ee]

I present Therapist Vovo

its 3:49 am I should stop drawing last breath at these times.

[forsaire]

Hello! 

I’m Saire and I am super excited to start sharing my first ever long-form fanfiction! I started writing back in November (no promises on it being good tho) when the GhostSoap brain rot happily destroyed my mind. I’m super excited to start sharing. I’m almost close to finishing it and currently it is almost 500 pages in my word document and over 210,000 words. 

Usually my fantasies remain as maladaptive daydreaming but this one really spoke to me.

To note:

I am not a writer.

Nor do I know anything about the military. 

I’m not sure British people are even real. 

But what I DO KNOW is that these two idiots are so madly in love it’s sickening.

If any of this interests you, I would love for you to check it out on ao3. I’m honestly just excited for anyone to read it and for even one person to find enjoyment out of it like I have all these months. 

Chapters: 2/46

Fandom: Call of Duty (Video Games) Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: John "Soap" MacTavish/Simon "Ghost" Riley Characters: John "Soap" MacTavish, Simon "Ghost" Riley, John Price (Call of Duty), Kyle "Gaz" Garrick, Alejandro Vargas, Rodolfo Parra, Kate Laswell, Valeria Garza, König (Call of Duty), Nikolai (Call of Duty: Modern Warfare), Original Characters, John "Soap" MacTavish's Family Additional Tags: Slow Burn, Angst, Canon-Typical Violence, Post-Canon, Idiots in Love, Psychological Trauma, Childhood Trauma, Brief Mention of Alcoholism, Kissing, like a lot of kissing, Hand Jobs, Blow Jobs, Anal Sex, Repressed Feelings, Falling In Love, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, brief depictions of prostitution, anger issues, Horny (what are tags?)

Summary:

After taking down Hassan after the events of the MWII, the 141 decided to stick around Mexico to help Alejandro and Rudy clear out some of the cartels there. During one of their jobs, they discover some concerning information about people seemingly going missing without a trace. As they begin to investigate further, the tangled web of evil and secrets sends them on a globetrotting mission in order to find out what sinister things are truly happening.

Six months coming off their newly-found but hesitant teamwork back in Las Almas, Soap and Ghost have settled themselves into an easy partnership, but as they continue to spend more time together, Soap begins to have thoughts that are definitely not appropriate to have about his Lieutenant. Ghost, struggling with his repressed trauma, had convinced himself long ago that love could never be for him, but he struggles to understand why there is something different about Soap. The two of them try to navigate this complicated, mutual attraction as they become closer and closer every day throughout their investigation. Friendship isn't in the field manual, but perhaps love is?

Below is an excerpt from chapter 2 (chapter 1 is a tiny prologue):

Stationed on a nearby roof, Ghost lay flat on his stomach, looking with focused intent through the scope of his sniper rifle. He had been waiting here for almost three hours now as he kept his eyes on the dirt road in the distance. The light of the full moon illuminated the road making it easier to see without a single streetlight.

The small pebbles on the rooftop were digging into his knees but he didn’t dare move. He controlled his breathing to be deep and deliberate, slowing his heart rate so he could concentrate better.

In between his higher vantage point and the road a kilometre out was their target of interest. The small industrial building was made from cheap concrete that was visibly chipping and cracked.

It sat in the centre of the entire property which was a disjointed and unorganized scrap yard. Tires were stacked all over the place, many having tipped over into a dense pile of rubber. The yard was littered with various car parts and gutted vehicles, some of which had been reduced to rusting frames.

The scrap yard was covered entirely with gravel without a single strand of grass peaking through and surrounded by a weak, chain-link fence. Dense but sporadic forest surrounded them on all sides.

Thankfully the motion-sensored industrial lights that soared high into the sky remained off, keeping the property, and Ghost, in thick darkness.  One lamp near the gated entrance occasionally flickered on an off every few seconds.

Very briefly, Ghost’s eyes flashed down to glance at the set of metal double doors that Gaz, Soap, and Alejandro had picked the lock for, silently infiltrating the building. They had been tasked with retrieving important documents that could lead them to the primary accountant for the cartel they were currently chasing down.

Besides the high pitched buzzing of a cicada screaming loudly in the distance, the night was especially quiet as the tree leaves rustled faintly in the warm breeze. The comms had been quiet for a long time too as the 141 along with Rudy and Alejandro, made stealth during this mission a priority.  

Just as this thought popped into Ghost’s mind, a familiar low-hummed, static sounded in his right ear.

“We’re in the basement. It’s clear,” Gaz’s smooth voice spoke over the comms quietly.

“Find the computer,” Price commanded.

“We’re on it.”