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2 situations where Roach is the one coming back, not Ghost. fuck im iahusgydvash

Crossfire. Soap tries to push forward through a narrow corridor. He misjudges an enemy grenade. Still goes for it ROACH: (over radio, urgent) SOAP! STOP! It’s too late. The explosion hits too close. Soap is thrown to the ground - alive, but disoriented. Roach runs across the corridor under fire, drags the sergeant into cover. ROACH: (pressing Soap’s wounded shoulder) ARE YOU NUTS!!? I TOLD YOU TO STOP--! SOAP: (coughing, dazed) There was an opening... ROACH: (mix of anger and fear) This is no goddamn game dumbass!! You almost-- Roach trembles for a moment. Breathing heavy. He closes his eyes - flashes back to Ghost dragging him the same way, throwing those same words at him. SOAP: (watching.) ROACH: (Wipes blood off Soap’s face with his sleeve) You’re still lucky. Enjoy it while it lasts, but try a little harder to not die. ------------------------ Soap is disassembling and cleaning a weapon, distracted and humming something softly. Roach approaches silently, observing the rookie. ROACH: (critically watching) You sing during firefights too, Sergeant? SOAP: (smiling, unfazed) If singing keeps my aim steady, why not? (stands up and offers his hand) Sergeant MacTavish, sir. But everyone calls me Soap. ROACH: (looks at the hand, then shakes it) Roach. Just Roach. (pauses) Stay sharp. Around here, even the ground tries to kill you. SOAP: (light but sincere) I’ve heard stories. About you. And… Ghost. I’m not here to replace anyone, sir. ROACH: (harsh, but not hostile) Good. Because no one can.

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think about it. a reboot where Roach is the one who comes back, but Ghost is left behind. Roach is a lieutenant now. Ghost is nowhere to be seen, nobody talks about him.. not directly. Roach is different from what we remember him, his a little more talkative but- cold, angry. He's professional as always, but he doesnt seem the same. He adopted some dad jokes, but doesnt sounds like its his. Ghost is gone, and Roach is dealing with that harshly. Price have tried to talk about that with him, he always says its nothing important and will go away. It doesnt tho. When he knows that Soap is his sargeant, he takes him under his wing. In a cold weird way, but definetly not like Ghost did. Roach from the beginning looked curious and- kinda of happy with the idea of having Soap around. His own sargeant, that sounded good.

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there is something so crazy and powerful about having art of your oc that was made by anyone other than yourself. like oh my god you actually exist outside of my own brain that's WILD

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ERIS HONEY... I CANT TAKE YOU OUT OF THERE!! Leave Punishment, i can give you the double he does ><

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Welcome!

Firstly, I'm new to Tumblr so don't expect anything fancy.

This is a digital journal of my work. The good, the bad, the downright shit. I was sick to death of watching 'learning to draw in 30 days sketchbook reveal' and by day one they are already drawing muscles and hands. I will not progress that fast. I don't really care if anyone follows this, now it would be nice, but I'm keeping this record as a motivation tool for myself. I commentate my minecraft world like a let's play, and that has lasted 4 years now, so why not try it with learning to draw. I would love feedback + any advice or suggestions.

Goal?

The goal is simple. Main goal, that being the whole point in this? The aim is to draw really hot men when MW4 comes out. Simple goal. Simp-goal. As a more dramatic, life-changing goal, I want a skill which sticks with me through life. Gaming is good and all but what do imaginary points really mean when the games player base is dead by the new release? I want a permanent skill that can't be ripped away.

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MY OC DYNAMICS FOR MANIACS LIKE ME! enjoy OBS theres some heavy stuff in there, be carefull reading (Toxic Relationships) Cris & Esther Cris was the scientist in charge of taking care of Esther. Or rather: of keeping Esther under control. Both were under the rule of the same “Boss,” a violent and oppressive figure of power. The difference was that Cris held a position of “authority” — fragile, conditional, and illusory, but one that granted her a bit of comfort. Esther, on the other hand, was nothing more than a lab rat.

Cris had always been obedient. She followed orders without hesitation. She wasn’t rewarded for it, but she also wasn’t punished as harshly. Still, she suffered: she was beaten, humiliated, lost pieces of herself — inside and out. Yet she never dared to fight back. She knew she could never bring the Boss down. She thought herself too much of a coward, too small. And, deep down, something shamed her even more: she liked the little power she had. A subtle, sick pleasure — but a real one. Esther always saw that. And she despised it. She hated that she had once seen Cris as a friend. Hated how she used to hope for a bit of kindness, a gesture of humanity. Esther spent her days in a cold cell, covered in dried blood and untreated wounds. And Cris? She just walked out the door. Without a glance, without a word. For years, Esther begged: "Let’s run away." "Together we can do it." But Cris always refused. It wasn’t the right time. It wasn’t possible. It wasn’t worth the risk. Then came the day Esther stopped asking. She revealed what she had learned alone, locked away in that basement of pain: every pattern, every weakness, every mistake the Boss had made. And when she acted, it was brutal. The Boss fell — and with him, the order of that place. But victory brought something worse: Esther, free. Cris trembled before her. Because in the Boss’s place now stood someone even more powerful. Someone who knew her better than anyone. Who remembered every indifferent word, every act of omission, every silence that struck like a slap. Esther does not forget. She never will. And now, with the past burning behind her, she’s coming for Cris. It doesn’t matter how long it takes, it doesn’t matter what she has to do. Esther was left to die. Now, she decides who lives. Esther made sure other villains knew about Cris — she set a high price and bounty on her head. Imitating her father, who once made sure that anyone who escaped would never feel safe again… whether by his hand, or someone else’s. (She hates when people point out any similarities to the Boss — or anything that ties her to him.) -----------------------

Cris & Xen

Cris showed up one day near the castle. She was covered in scratches and wounds, scared, growling like an abandoned puppy. Xen found her easily. On any other occasion, he would’ve simply killed her or driven her away without a second thought. But there was something about her — maybe something broken, like him — that made him hesitate. He decided to let her live.

Over time, he realized they had more in common than he liked to admit.

They don’t talk much. Communication between them is limited, partly because Xen struggles with interactions. He’s volatile, easily provoked, especially when contradicted. Too many words become sparks; disagreements, fuel for the fire. Still, there are rare moments of truce — usually when the subject is family. They both miss theirs — for different reasons, but the pain is a quiet bridge between them.

Cris is useful. She doesn’t question orders, never complains. Maybe it’s fear. Maybe she’s just used to obeying. She has strange habits… she’s almost always anxious, laughing to herself for no clear reason. But she does her part. She’s discreet. And maybe that’s why she’s still alive.

Xen, on the other hand, is cold and reclusive. He lives in silence. His outbursts of rage are unpredictable, the result of years of swallowed words and unresolved wounds. He doesn’t seek power, nor does he want to leave the castle. The outside world doesn’t interest him… it demands energy, hope, desires he no longer has. But he hates intruders. Anyone who steps into his domain without permission dies. Simple as that.

Their relationship is fragile, like thick glass: hard to break, but still breakable. There’s a strange functionality in the chaos they share. Neither fully trusts the other — and maybe that’s what keeps them alive. ------------

Castigo & Eris

Castigo met Eris on an ordinary day. She showed up at the shop, came back the next day… and then the next… until, without anyone really noticing, she just stayed. There was something about her that drew attention — a thin body, a single eye, feline features mixed with humanoid ones. She was bizarre, but in a captivating way. Castigo, always alert to opportunity, saw her as an interesting product. He offered her a corner in the shop, and there, Eris found something dangerously close to a home.

Eris was a solitary creature. She came from a place where she lured humans in to play… only to inevitably end up killing them. Not out of pure malice (well, maybe a little — on second thought, yeah, mostly malice), but because her games weren’t meant for fragile beings. Death was fun, it made her feel powerful. But it wasn’t enough. She wanted more — to be seen, to have a place of her own, a throne, a name whispered in every corner.

Castigo seemed like an easy target. He wasn’t the most powerful villain, and she had no idea what he actually did. But instead of destroying him, she ended up living with him. And living there complicated everything.

Coexisting scratched away at Eris’s thick shell. Years of isolation had made any kind of attention far too precious to ignore. The way Castigo kept her close — not with affection, but with consistency — became addictive. An emotional drug. Eris still tries to kill him from time to time, maybe out of pride, maybe ambition, maybe just to keep things interesting. But she knows: if he died, he wouldn’t come back. And she’d be alone again.

Eris has no one else. No one else has a reason to keep her around. And that scares her more than the thought of death itself.

Castigo, on the other hand, is more pragmatic. He sees Eris as a rare piece, a valuable attraction. Not a friend — more like living merchandise, a blend of mascot and walking display. He doesn’t mistreat her — he needs her in good condition, functional, attention-grabbing. She’s one of the best things the shop has ever had.

He keeps her close with calculated attention, small bribes, and occasional flattery. He knows she enjoys the company to some extent… maybe out of loneliness, maybe just a taste for attention. But he doesn’t know how deep it goes. He doesn’t see that, behind the jokes, the mockery, and the threats, there’s a creature desperate to belong somewhere — to have something that even vaguely resembles a home… a family.

And Eris has never let him see that.

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Elys & Cris Elys is Cris’s younger sister — the silent, emotional reason that shaped Cris’s submissive and obedient mind. While Cris endured abuse and control, her greatest effort was keeping Elys protected from the cruel truth of that place.

Cris always shielded Elys from what happened inside that dark facility: the beatings, the humiliation, the constant fear. Behind cold walls, Cris hid her wounds and her pain so that her sister could grow up with at least a small shred of hope.

Elys, in turn — though still young — sensed that something was wrong. Even so, she did what she could to keep Cris happy: small gestures, smiles, little distractions… whatever was possible.

The love between them is real, but built on well-meaning lies. Cris never told Elys the truth, and that leaves room for future manipulation. Elys loves Cris, but doesn’t fully understand her — which makes her vulnerable. ----------------------

Elys & Esther When Esther took power, she began to care for Elys. To Elys, Esther became a new strong and protective figure — someone who spoiled her with gifts, performances, and lots of attention, though the little one still missed Cris. Esther didn’t mistreat her — on the contrary, she offered comfort, affection, and protection. But all of it had a purpose: emotional possession.

She also slowly poisoned Elys’s memories of Cris — planting doubts, making vague insinuations, never saying anything directly. Esther chipped away at the subtle bond between the sisters while making herself indispensable.

Elys lives in a state of divided loyalty, emotionally confused, caught between two conflicting narratives.

She lives between the longing for Cris and the constant presence of Esther — torn between the idealized love for her older sister and the new loyalties and truths imposed by her new guardian.

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Happy 51 followers!!!♡♡♡♡♡

This is the 40 followers surprise..

And some stuff...idk.

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youve heard of blorbo from show now get ready for blorbo from history books

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Did some small changes and added Amalthea and Nashira

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Feel Free to Ask My OCs Anything

I want to develop my OCs more and it would help if people ask them questions. The questions can be as weird as you want. I mainly just want to develop their personalities and back stories more and your asks will be much appreciated.

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ocs need more love and attention on tumblr..

so cute ahhh

Venus is so cute! she uses a wheelchair????

Thanks for asking! I'll take this opportunity to introduce her!

(ask oc! 1/??)

(Ask & requests more!)

She's the first person I've written such a long biography for, haha

Venus is a 5-year-old girl.

Personality and appearance: White hair, blue eyes from albinism. She always sits in a wheelchair because she was born imperfect and can't walk well (she can walk!) because her mother didn't think she would have a 4th child, so they weren't prepared. And her eyesight and allergies to sunlight also have problems from albinism, making her look like a weak child. And that's why she might stay indoors or wear tight clothes.

She has a favorite doll named Mr. Bee He is an old doll from a second-hand shop that was sewn and sold in a hurry. She saw that he had something similar to her, so she took him and he became her favorite doll. When Mr. Bee disappeared, she might have been depressed.

Venus is a person who gets along with friends easily. No one bullies her or hates her. Venus has the skill of speaking that makes people follow her easily, making everyone see her as a good friend.

Close: She gets along with everyone, but Adonis is her best friend! And he always helps her.

She has 4 siblings, including her. She is the youngest, the oldest sister is 20, the twins are 16, and she is 5 years old. Her parents are 45-46 years old.

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My inbox is always open!!

so whenever you want to ask about Kohana or ask her something feel free to!!