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acesirius:
‘hey bro, do you have a light?’
‘bro, you are my light’
*clutches heart* ’… bro’
"There always seems to be something upsetting you." //DO YOUR WORST EDI
another sentence meme probably.
█ ▌BANDAGED.
❝ that’s because there is. ❞
he turns to lie on his back, facing away from the other. gus know how depressing he was to be around, especially for an extended period of time. it was obvious gus had some type of disease of the mind that didn’t let him be happy for too long. it destroyed his will to go on as the days, weeks, months, and years passed by. he finds that sometimes, he wish he took his life that one time many years ago.
❝ i’m sorry, soap. it must be exhausting to put up with me. please, go. i do not want to bother you more than i already have. ❞
The Good Soldier
It made sense for the BSAA to work closely with other counter-terrorism organisations, and to foster close working relationships with other military bodies. When Piers applied for the role as liaison officer, it was with a view to sharing his knowledge and expertise, as well as potentially furthering his career. Even though it involved a move from his home to London, it was the right thing to do. He was sure of it. There was no pomp and circumstance about the initial meeting of the two organisations. A nondescript room in the Ministry of Defense building in Whitehall served as the venue. Someone had the foresight to lay on refreshments, at least; tea, coffee and custard cream biscuits. A terribly British affair, which was quaint in Piers’ view. The introductions were made by a suited and officious civil servant, who droned on at length about how this was groundbreaking work and that it would herald a new era for military forces all over the world. Piers ate four custard creams. Finally, the formalities were over and the civil servant, whose name Piers immediately forgot, left the two soldiers to get better acquainted. Piers looked over the other man, a Scottish fellow by the name of MacTavish, and raised a brow. Then he reached for another custard cream and munched it thoughtfully. A few seconds of silence passed, but for Piers’ steady chewing, until he swallowed, brushed a few crumbs from the front of his uniform, and spoke. “So, you ever seen a bio-organic weapon?”
I.D. MONOCHROME PHOENIX.
&&DESPITE the so-called “necessity” of collaboration between mainstream military && those branches of specialists far more suited to precision targeting BIO-TERRORISM than the sas , the confinement to such typical barracks as they were certainly didn’t fail in rewarding the captain’s attentions with a ripe old throbbing HEADACHE . their new affiliates failed to live up to expectations , however ;; soap with skeptical ideals of beyond-advanced weaponry to combat the growing threats which seemed to naught but multiply in severity the threat to mankind as a whole collapsing to the handful of soldiers dressed as simply as he , with armament as simple as his own . though he of all people should know how appearances should NEVER be anything to go by .
&&TEDIOUS efforts were finally given rest upon civil servant’s departure , && soap found himself exhaling loud sigh of relief through parted lips before raising to his feet . one set of formalities over , only to crack open the door to another . not that he minded , for strong social presence had always been something the captain found pride in . he observed with rather a mild interest as the kid he was supposedly to be partnered with until conclusion of the threat they faced chewed on one of the biscuits offered out on the sparse spread offered to them . soap himself stood with weight shifted to one foot , nursing a rather depressive plastic cup of tea . he swallowed near half the cup in one mouthful before speaking .
❝ aye , else i wouldn’ be here . call me SOAP , by th’ way . ‘m obliged t’ say it’s a pleasure t’ be workin’ alongside y’. ❞
&&WITH genuine modest of intentions gloved hand was offered out , palm down in subconscious display of relaxed superiority .
❝ what’s y’r opinion’ve this marriage between my organisation an’ y’rs ? ❞
SUBJECT CONFIRMED: KEEGAN P. RUSS.
❝ WHO THE BLOODY FUCK is responsible f’r that piece’ve ‘eadgear that y’ seem so dead-set on wearing all th’ bloody time ? surely there’s some more . . . PRACTICAL ways’ve keepin’ y’r nigh’ vision goggles on hand . ❞
while my muse is here who wants a lucky dip ?
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send a symbol for a kind gesture: gus comforting your muse after a nightmare.
█ ▌BANDAGED.
upon seeing the other distressed in his sleep, gus got up from his bed & checked on his significant other friend.
❝ soap, you ok? ❞
the entire unit was fast asleep, only soap & gus were awake. gus quietly laid beside soap. gus had done this in the past, it wasn’t unsual for him to get up in the middle of the night to check on his soap. after all, gus understood soap the best- he knew how real those nightmares felt.
upon laying beside him, gus took soap’s hand & kissed it repeatedly. he wanted to make soap feel safe again, the best he could.
❝ it’s okay, i’m here. ❞
“bro”
“what bro”
“tell the whole world that we’re bros”
*whispers* “we’re bros”
“why’d you whisper bro?”
“because you’re my whole world bro”
“b r o”
PROTECTOR. NURTURER. CARETAKER. FATHER.
maskdad.
I’m a mess of a person but I’m loyal and I’ll love you with everything I have.
‘hey bro, do you have a light?’
‘bro, you are my light’
*clutches heart* ’… bro’
//HTE BULLET MEME but mobile so no symbol B^I
Send a ⁂ for my muse to take a bullet for yours. &; NOT ACCEPTING.
He knew it’d result in a kick to the face if Soap had noticed, but Keegan was only ACTION and not words, and alerting the Scot of a soldier attacking right behind him was only given with two accurate shots of his own and a b o d y stopping the bullets. He managed to kill the Ultranatonalist, but not without a SHOT to his side in return.
Keegan brushed it off when a groan in pain escaped and drew in Soap’s attention, he gave a shrug ( in which he regretted immediately ) and replaced with a thumbs up gesture, yet the pain was unbearable, and breathing became so much HARDER & AGONIZING.
The cover did little to stop the incoming waves of b u l l e t s spraying in their direction, yet the Sergeant pressed closer to the debris, clutched the heavily bleeding wound in his chest— his lung was pierced. He wouldn’t make it,
But it was worth it.