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i get on. i change fc. i log off again gfkdbfg

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LEE DONG WOOK as Jeong Jin Man A SHOP FOR KILLERS, 2024

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Late on the draw because I've been in a COD-interest lull but 🐯 on v-day is sweet tbh. He doesn't really care about the holiday in depth but he does like gift-giving. While he absolutely can be a luxury gifter (have you seen his style? his jewelry?) he's more prone to offer up personalized doodles and cards or little trinkets he thought reminded him of the person he is gifting.

Quality time is also a big love language of his so we're talking cryptic 'hey. make sure you're free tomorrow at this time' statements followed by surprise dinners, dates, etc.

He's also the sort of platonic partner that is going to lightly rag on you for being single but then is also going to be the one to gift you something or take you out to dinner.

He's not big on the idea of romance in general (he likes it but he's realistic about finding it in the field he's in) and he certainly isn't big on the commercialized aspect of it-—but he does like showing those he cares for that he does indeed care and will use just about any excuse, holiday, etc to show that.

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The splatter of melted snow is enough to get him to finally resolve to yanking his sunglasses off and propping them up on the top of his head. The corners of his eyes crinkle with obvious amusement.

❝ If my shot was cheap-—your shot must have been on clearance. ❞ he chances a brief dart of his gaze to his surroundings. It wasn't much of a battleground and they could both likely see that. Little for coverage, just open area.

They'd probably just dart around like fools for a bit and pelt each other with some snow before calling it. ❝ What slop are they trying to feed us on the mess hall today? Something lukewarm at least, I hope. ❞

"i suppose we're just going to keep doing this?" // gimme any of your COD primary muses >B)

"Doing what exactly?" Roze tilted her head, dropping the snowball she had already formed behind her back as if that completely got rid of the evidence- or the fact she was the only one around within throwing range of Horangi.

She has to bite the inside of her cheek to keep from smiling too much, admittedly entertained by the immature stunt. "I have no idea what you're talking about, man."

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Work week started and if today was any indication of how it's going to go,,,you probably won't see me here much.

on a cod related, non 🐯 related topic, i love batshit insane rarepairs of low interest characters. tell me why the like....apparent 5 Riptide fans ship him and Swagger. the ship has it all. french. enemy PMCs, uhhh idk one has a gas mask and the other a wet suit.

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get yourself a partner who encourages you to go and kill a man

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He doesn't flinch, he was too disciplined for that. Still, he tenses and grimaces behind his mask. Soap doesn't know and the kid doesn't mean any harm-—it was impossible to feel the need to hiss and spit and bare teeth at him for committing the cardinal sin of casually touching him. Anyone else and he would have done just that and more. 

❝ -—You sound pretty excited over the idea of committing an on-base crime. ❞ he jeered in turn, the discomfort already fading in favor of nearly mirror that infectious energy. Horangi was dangerous enough alone, dangerous still when put next to individuals with certain traits that emphasized his own. It was seen with him and Calisto-—the chaotic nightmare duo that they were.

He'd knelt then, got to work quickly enough. Afew minutes tops was all he'd need while Soap covered and ran any interference with him. ❝ What's got you so excited to crack this door? ❞ Horangi just liked doing things for the sake of it sometimes. He got enjoyment from just doing something that would otherwise be frowned-upon or scolded over. Maybe Soap was the same.

"Well I guess a little Sunday break-in never hurt anyone." / @tigerop

   "aye!  that's  the  spirit!"  soap's  hand  comes  down  onto  the  others  back,  a  little  too  hard.  it  shows  the  boyish  excitement  in  soap,  he  seems  to  not  even  realize  he  put  any  heaviness  behind  the  smack.  he  eases  back  on  his  heels,  motioning  with  his  head  toward  the  locked  back  door.  he  very  well  could  pick  it  -  but  he  figured  he's  not  likely  the  one  that  would  be  most  trusted  to  do  it. 

   "in  an'  out.  easy  as  they  come."  he's  far  too  self  assured  for  this  -  and far  too  excited  to  be  breaking  in.  there's  something  to  be  said  here;  and  he's  playing  very  ignorant  to  it.

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Horangi had begun to wonder if Ghost could just emotionally wear down their enemies. If it was anything like how it was going for him, it'd be a great asset to turn to. He didn't fault Simon, oddly enough. For as annoying and vexing as it was-—they were all just military dogs and he couldn't at his core fault the dog for turning out to be an absolute bastard considering the circumstances known and those unknown. It didn't stop him wanting to absolutely throttle the fucker though.

❝ Then stop replying unless it's what you deem non-chatter. I didn't know they glued your finger to the button and you just HAD to reply back. ❞ the unspoken 'idiot' glides through in tone alone. Horangi didn't NEED chatter but he liked it and anyone who couldn't still do their job with it were just lacking in skill somewhere in his eyes.

❝ If you wanted me OFF comms so bad, that's how you'd do it. ❞ he wanted to hear tragic backstories as much as he wanted to give his own. Demanding someone open a door like that just meant they could demand you to open one too. 

❝ The day I hear 'back when I was a little English boy...' is the day you shut me up for good. ❞ he comes to a stop, his already hushed tone lowering further, his sardonic tone tightening up immediately into something more clinical, professional. ❝ I've got eyes on our target room. Waiting for your all-clear. ❞ he knew Ghost couldn't see into the damned room and so a CLEAR wouldn't mean anything beyond there weren't enemies pushing from or wandering around outside the area. Still, he waited and readied himself for what would either be an empty server room or a multi-man altercation behind the door.

"I mean, bottom line, you might not like it, but we're on the same side." / @tigerop

   well  -  he's  correct  about  two  things.  they  are  on  the  same  side  and  ghost  does  in  fact  not  like  it.  eyes  narrow  through  his  scope,  but  he  stays  motionless,  adjusting  the  magnification  to  catch  glimpses  of  the  other  operative  as  he  moves  through  the  site. 

   "don'  mean  cha'er  is  needed."  ghost  remarks  dryly.  "didn'  take  you  for  the  type  t'  need  conversation." that's  johnny's  job.  the  thought  enters  his  head  -  and  he  quickly  dismisses  it  with  a  scowl.  he  needs  to  stop  thinking  about  soap.  focus  on  the  matter  at  hand.  mission.  whatever. 

   "next  thing  you'll  be  wantin'  is  my  tragic  backstory."  it's  said  flatly,  with  no  indication  if  it's  a  joke  or  serious.  ghost  himself  has  yet  to  decide  on  that  fact.

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listen if you guys think horanghost is a rarepair wait till you find out about horangraves and hutchorangi

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Truthfully, he didn't know much of the man's mother tongue besides a few expletives and some widely-known situational words; he was sure it's the same when he himself spoke his own. But, he was patient and let Konig speak and picked up what he could and awaited context for what he couldn't. It was sweet in a way, funny in a charming way he had to bite his tongue from chuckling at.

He didn't tell the other to calm down, not outright. He never did because who calmed down after being told to calm down? It was counter-productive. So, he soothed in other ways. Patience, humor, deflecting, subtly making known how minor a situation actually was.

❝ Well, that's good because the other guy is suuuper dead. ❞ his left arm was in a cast and with hos stiffly he moved, it was clear he had some sort of bruising elsewhere.

❝ It's...Konig, it looks worse than it is.. This whole thing...❞ he wriggled his shoulder in the cast like the horrible medical patient that he was, ❝ All for a fucking fractured wrist. ❞ but he breathes through his nostrils nosily anyway and mutters something to himself in his own mother tongue and nods. If it brought the other operator peace, so be it.

His free hand, his good hand, moved to lift his shirt enough to flash a view of the nasty and splotching expanse of bruising from the top of his ribs to what seemed to trail all the way to his hips beneath his waistband. ❝ It's just bruising. Managed to not break a single rib. I should be commended. ❞

"You should see the other guy." / @tigerop

   "i  am  not  seeing  any  other  guy  -  i  am  seeing you."  the  immediate  response  comes,  a  little  exasperated  from  konig.  he  closes  his  eyes  for  a  moment,  letting  a  soft  breath  pass  him.  "scheiß  -  i  care  about  you  not  some  other  guy!"

   maybe  it's  a  bit  much,  but  it  came  out  amid  stress.  konig  clams  up  immediately  after,  hands  curling  back,  pulling  away  slightly,  visibly  wincing  at  his  own  words.  scheiß.  scheiß,  scheiß,  scheiß. 

   "e-es  tut  mir  leid."  it's  muttered  out,  a  slight  nervous  shake  to  his  hands.  there's  a  soft  clearing  of  his  throat,  reminding  himself english  is  what  he  should  be  speaking.  don't  get  too  lost  so  to  speak  only  your  mother  tongue.  he  knows  better.  "that  was  out  of  turn.  i  should  not  have  said  that."  he  bows  his  head  in  apology. 

   "may  i..."  he  trails  off,  looking  back  to  horangi.  he  pauses,  looking  away,  then  glancing  back.  "may  i  still  see?"  it  sounds  flat,  awkward,  and  he  curses  himself  for  it.  he's  no  damn  good  at  any  of  this.

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i know i have a range cuz no canon info but i miiiiight slap 🐯 at like 36? 37 yrs old i think? it's just harder because you have sites that give you the typical average ages of a lot of american or otherwise ranks but i cant find anything like that for the korean army, let alone their special forces. 🐯's old brigade is a volunteer only one and the most rigorous and hardcore so like my brain would assume it'd take longer to work up to but idk. 36/37 seems like a realistic age to me especially if i decide to hc him getting back in during his mid-20s

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🐯 interactions with 🧼💀: a summary

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It's a dead end if they kill us. - decker

His head turns to Decker, a comedically dramatic swivel considering the circumstances. Horangi doesn't speak at fist, his silence doing the speaking for him. ❝ Oh my god, Decker...are you saying people...die when they get killed? Woow. ❞ his pseudo-awe faded and he made a grouchy sort of noise and looked back down to his work at the electronically locked, metal door he was hooked up to with some sort of handheld.

❝ I'd say you're worrying too much but I need you to do all the worrying so I can focus on this instead. So...good job. ❞

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❊ I want to roleplay with you ✸ I want to plot with you ✤ I want to ship with you ✥ I have roleplayed with you and it was great ✢ I like your characters ✣ I like the way you express your muse(s) ✡ I agree on all your headcanons ❋ Your blog is one of my favs ✦ I like seeing you on my dash ✩ You intimidate me ✪ You seem like a cool person ❇ I love the way you write # I’m too shy to approach to you ☓ We should talk!

Thank you!!! Also omg we should 100% talk. Icr who all I've given my disco to at this point, but happy to throw that your way. Otherwise my IMs are always open. I promise I don't bite dkjfgbdg. I unfortunately think my own level of shyness and carefulness with this dweeb tend to lend to some like,,,level of being intimidating. but i swear im not dfkjgbdgf i just like...shitpost and stuff like i am just a little creature.

I will if you feeeeel so inclined, I do have my interest and ship interest tracker up mostly for those of us that get all shy and the like. i let google forms make the first move for me >B) otherwise like i said im always open to chat anything out!

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me at every possible chance: is your muse an okokok or a lalala?

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Gladiator (2000), dir. Ridley Scott