Hi everyone! I'm Evie, and I'm also getting into cod!! (@dvg-tvgs is my sister) I’ve written a few things already but really would like to write more and maybe make some new friends too! 😊
It is slightly concerning to me that a number of people in the UK are not aware that the Thames has an extremely strong and dangerous undercurrent that will swiftly drown you if you attempt to swim in it. I understand that the pollution is also terrible but please know that it’s not just the pollution. It will kill you. You can’t swim in the Thames, it will drag you under no matter how strong of a swimmer you are. I’m really not trying to be the fun police here, a lot of rivers in the UK are deceptively dangerous. Even rivers that appear to be simple streams can kill you. The River Wharfe is the most dangerous river in the UK and some areas of it look like innocent streams to paddle in. Everyone who has ever set foot in it has drowned. Please y’all I’m tired. I’ve had everyone and their uncle telling me that I’m being too strict about all rivers, lakes or what have you, but my post specifically mentions both the Thames and the UK for a reason. Our rivers want to kill you.
you drag simon to a Starbucks, order on the app and wait patiently for your order. and you're excited, because you dont let yourself do this every day (because coffee is expensive).
but its wrong. syrup missing or something idk. and simon? he ain't gonna fix it for you. he's gonna send you up to the counter to fix it yourself.
now the same scenario with johnny or kyle? they're fixing it AND buying you a cake pop.
with price? old man doesnt understand your need for syrup anyway. its not still coffee if you flavour it.
This genuinely happened and I refused to go up to the counter because I’d already corrected it once and then the syrup was missing too 😩 so I was just gonna leave it or sit miserably but Jemmie boo fixed it 🥰🥰
Lieutenant!reader, who gets called in to help the 141 with an extremely taxing operation, after Laswell insisted that your set of skills will be extremely helpful for the following missions. Price accepted the temporary addition to his team immediately—an extra set of skillful hands was always needed.
Upon your arrival you greeted everyone accordingly, settling into the barracks. For the rest of your first day Soap kept attempting to get to know you, but hell you were even less talkative than Lt, just nodding along or dryly responding to his questions, your face emotionless for the entire duration of the small talk.
Then, Ghost mutters a single dry comment from the corner of the room and you smirk—fucking smirk, nearly chuckle too.
After that, Soap couldn’t stop noticing the tension between you and his Lieutenant.
The lingering eye contact during briefings. The arguments that felt too personal. The way he would stand just a little too close beside you during training, gloved hand brushing your shoulder as he corrected your stance.
“You’re overcompensating,” Ghost said one afternoon behind the shooting range.
“I’m adjusting for wind.”
“You’re adjusting badly.”
You shot him a glare over your shoulder. “Funny coming from someone who missed center twice.”
Soap felt like he was interrupting something with the way the two of you stared each other down like the rest of the world had vanished.
Later that night, he cornered Ghost near the armory.
“What's going on between ya too?”
Ghost didn’t even look up from cleaning his rifle. “Nothing.”
Ghost reassembled the magazine with slow, deliberate movements. “You imaginin’ things.”
“I’m telling you, Lt, every time she walks into a room, you both look ready to either kill each other or tear each other’s clothes off.”
That finally earned him a glare, “Drop it, Johnny.”
Soap did. Technically.
But over the next ten months, things only became more suspicious. Ghost always sat beside you during briefings. You always looked for him first after nasty fights out in the field during missions. Neither of you were affectionate, but somehow that made it worse. Every interaction carried this unbearable intensity, like a live grenade with the pin halfway pulled.
Then the operation ended with the enemy successfully neutralized.
The team crowded into a dim pub near base, Soap sat across from you and Ghost, still mentally trying to solve whatever strange thing existed between the two of you.
That’s when he noticed the silver ring on your finger, he could swear it wasn't there before.
He blinked. “Ye married?”
You took a sip of your beer. “Yeah, for a few years now."
Soap stared at you in disbelief. "Ten bloody months and ye never mentioned that?”
You only shrugged, amused, "I don't really talk about my personal life at work, MacTavish"
“What’s next?” he laughed, turning toward Ghost. “You married too, Lt?”
“Yeah,” Ghost answered calmly.
Soap barked out a laugh. “Aye, right.” He took a sip from his whiskey, "Good one, Lt"
“He’s not joking,” you said as a matter-of-factly.
Soap looked between the two of you slowly.
Everything clicked into place at once.
The staring. The arguments. The tension.
Soap rubbed his temples with one hand, speechless. “Steaming Jesus.”
Ghost leaned back in his chair, unfazed. “Took you long enough.”
not interested in getting involved in the rest of this discussion, for the most part, but to me this is a GREAT piece of advice that many people these days don't seem to be getting or understanding.
not everyone you meet or interact with is your friend, the requirements and expectations for respectful behaviour between friends is not the same as between strangers.
Idk why people want to be and act so rude and ugly when the world is already so shitty. Like some thoughts are inside thoughts…please keep hate off Jem’s blog and out of her inbox.
I find it weird that you never write about Gaz on your own, but as soon as someone brings attention to it then you immediately start writing about him?? If you aren’t genuine about him why put on a act
lmao i post about gaz as much as i post about everyone (with the exception of simon riley because i find him so easy to write about)
Jem’s been posting about Gaz since basically the beginning of this blog. Next to Simon, Gaz is probably her favourite so why don’t you just let people write what they want when they want without the unnecessary drama? Life’s too short to be worrying about what other people write on the internet.
i really do love pope cody as much as the next person (like that’s pookie) but it has to be said…. if i knew such a man in real life i would genuinely be terrified of him.
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