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you can call me June, Melon or my blog name! any pronouns are ok but they/she/it are my go to. this blog is obviously NSFW so no minors or ageless blogs. i will block you!
I post self indulgent things about CoD when I find the time. MW2022 was first time ever playing a CoD game and it's sucked me in. it's now part of my silly little hyper fixations hehe. I came for Ghost and I stayed for all the other pretty people. but ghost is still my favorite ;;
i love them and i love this game. 🥰
asks are always welcome, but my requests will close from time to time! hcs you have, questions etc are always ok!
im always down to chat!! thank you again to everyone who enjoys the little blurbs i put out!! <3 stay based!! and don't fall for military propaganda!!!
cw: sfw, unrealistic military standards and behavior, suspend your disbelief, silly fun, G/N reader, reader's friend is called a young lady once, reader is implied to be an adult entertainer but not really, just laugh its silly
also MDNI please 🔞
None of them were particularly jazzed about this arrangement.. you nor your friend were either. the music had long been turned off, the curtains opening to the dense forest behind the secluded cabin closed not 10 minutes after your new guests arrived.
could you call them guests?
4 foreign men head to toe in military gear, one of which completely masked.. these were NOT guests in your book, but your friend insisted in playing along if only to stay out of immediate danger.. you'd argue 4 british men with guns are immediate danger but according to them there was someone worse following behind.
there was very little introduction past names and even those werent what you were expecting. 'Soap? Ghost?' not exactly names you felt confident in.
"what do you 2 do for work?" the man with the mohawk was trying to be casual as he swept through your living room and kitchen, gun lowered but not cast aside by any means.
"content creators.." "actors." you spoke in unison with your friend
after clearing the house 'Soap' was comfortable enough to imply they had lost them in the forest, but the one with the beard 'Captain' was adamant about keeping a close ear out for anything outside.. hence your music being turned off.
"im really not interested in having my vacation interrupted by a federal crime," you mumbled to your friend who had joined you on the sofa. the both of you watched as the group of 4 rustled around the cabin, checking deadbolts, mumbling about potential escape routes and the like.
"yeah but im not in the mood to die.. and I think the one with the mask wouldnt have any qualms about doing it.." your friend whispered, but you didnt think it mattered considering 'the one with the mask' was now posted in a dining room chair, deep set eyes locked on the 2 of you.
"checked the whole house, no one else's 'ere. we should be good to wai' for Laswell's word.. Hopefully she can find us." the friendliest of the bunch, Gaz, had checked back in with the man in the mask, Ghost. even as he acknowledged Gaz's word's his eyes didnt peel away from you or your friend.
"I really dont see how this is allowed! I mean dont you need a warrant or something?!" you were trying to give at least Gaz some grace. he seemed the most reasonable when they first snuck in through the cellar door being the first to lower his weapon at the sight of 2 young adults armed with fire pokers and bear spray. however when he assured you they didnt want to do any harm, you weren't necessarily at mercy to do anything but go along with their plan considering the guns!
and the guy in the mask! everyone just seemed to be ok with the guy wearing a hard skull face plate. meanwhile you were left dumbfounded staring into the eyes of a 6'4 grim reaper sitting in a dainty rich people dining room chair. you hated them, but at least you were more secure in their construction with him sitting on them
"I know this is stressful but we'll be out of your hair as soon as possible.." Gaz raised his gloved hands, "you have my- our- word," he gestured to Ghost.
"yeah. our word.." Ghost echoed.
"im having a hard time believin-"
*KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK*
certainly there was not THIS much traffic at night at a remote private cabin.. after the look you shared with your friend the 2 of you shot nervous glances at your "guests."
"are there more of you?" your friend asked directly.
Gaz shook his head, his hands instinctively going back to his gun. Shockingly you found Ghost at your side much quicker than you'd expect someone of his size to move.
*KNOCK KNOCK*
Soap flicked the music back on, lower volume than before and slipped behind the kitchen bar counter gun in hand.
"what the fuck is going on here," you were trying to keep your voice low but it was slowly rising to a panic.
your heart was suddenly in your throat and before you realized it the man they called Captain was leaning down speaking directly to you and your friend.
"need you to cover for us. just tell em.. we aren't h-"
"im NOT doi-"
"if those men out there know we're in here all of us are dead do you understand me?"
"said y'r actors, yeah? put onna show.. like we ain' 'ere," Ghost leaned down gesturing towards the door.
he lead you with his gloved hand by the shoulder, firm and heavy. you werent supposed to be finding reassurance in him but yiu couldn't find it anywhere else. He broke from you to tuck for cover across from his captain. set a few feet back from you and your friend behind the walls of where the foyer opened to the living room, Ghost and the Captain readied their weapons. Soap and Gaz had clear shots to the door from the kitchen and living room respectively, all you could do was pray they didnt get you in the process.
*KNOCK KNOCK KNO-*
"coming! coming sorry!" you pretended to rush to the door with your friend in tow.
the large wooden door popped open to a small group of more men.. in more military gear. head to toe in black, all of them masked except one in the front. you assumed he was the one knocking.. a blonde man with a suspicious smile and a black spade patch.
he stared down at the 2 of you, all of them did.
"uhm.. can we help you?" half of your body was tucked behind the door, your friend poking out fro. behind.
"you 2 haven' seen any.. fugitives around have you? about 4 of em? got guns nd a man with a skull mask. real dangerous." you wondered if he turned up his southern twang to try and disarm you or if that really was how he talked.
you shared a look with your friend before.. a little lightbulb flicked on in your head. a friendly smile stretched across your face and you opened the door a little wider. Ghost and Price glanced at each other and started to ready their guns a little higher before your tone shifted.
"oh! I see! you guys are the actors!" you laughed. keeping your tone teasing and flirty, reached out to touch the blonde man in front of you.
quickly your friend fell in line giggling and snickering as they approached the masked men further behind the man who spoke. "i thought they were supposed to be firefighters!"
almost immediately there was chatter and bickering amongst the men, some of them trying to maintain complete professionalism and a few strays egging on the sudden shift.
the blonde laughed and slipped from your grasp, putting his hands up to imply no touching on the job or at least not in front of his men. he slipped a hand into one of his many pockets and pulled out a sleek card adorned with the same spade as his patch.
"aht aht, your handsome firefighters must be runnin behind schedule, beautiful. if you see the men we're lookin for give me a call. its pertinent.. national security."
"oh that's so scary! are we safe here Misterr..." your friend let their words trail off, implying they were asking for a name.
"Graves. Commander Graves," he shifted his weight, looking behind and passed the 2 of you into the house. seeing no signs of life he returned his eyes back down to the 2 of you. " 'Nd yes young lady you will be just keep your doors n windows locked.."
"thank you so much! and I hope you find them.. Commander," you put a soft flirtatious lift on your voice, looking up at him from the card in your hands.
he nodded to you and then to his men to send them off to their unmarked military vehicles.
"stay safe now."
"you too, thank you!" you and your friend were smiling until you returned inside. trying to stay completely natural until you were out of sight of the windows they could see you through you finally fell into the waiting lap of your sofa.
legs like jello and heart beating throughout your entire body now the adrenaline of what you had done finally making you crash. and your friend wasnt far behind, collapsing on the other sofa with a loud groan.
"grea' work," Ghost looked down at you from behind the sofa, arms crossed axross his wide chest. "maybe we'll get ya into some espionage." you could almost hear his smirk and it pissed you right off.
"NOT FUNNY," you yelled into the cushions.
"fuckin Shadows.. hate the bloody fuckers" Soap peeped through the sliver of open curtain, watching their taillights slowly disappear..
"while we wait for Laswell.." Gaz said a little too casually
"go' any tea..?" Ghost followed up, following behind Gaz to the kitchen.
I think ill make this my video game blog and my side blog my anime/otome/therian blog..
that seems to fit better with ehat my brain has going on
also I realized i dont have to only post COD so now I feel like ive unlocked a secret part of my brain that let's me interact with my fandoms more freely
im finally free of the cage I created for myself LMAOO
I’m still thinking about this dissidia bio. It’s just… so tragic. So absolutely tragic.
Despite everything that Sephiroth has been through since he was a baby, the thing that was most notable about him to the broad populace of Midgar was his compassion. Yeah, he was composed, loyal, and had a keen dry humor but it was his compassion, his love, his care that he showed that won the hearts of the people and stuck in their minds.
That is just so absolutely heartbreaking that Sephiroth, despite everything and so many factors from all sides were forcing him to be something he was not, remained compassionate until he just couldn’t anymore and broke. Just another factor which could have led to his downfall; giving everything without much in return.
Part of me wonders if Sephiroth's true destiny was always to be the one to eventually stop Shinra by breaking his chains and using his powers and charisma to bring down the entire system. Which is very Anakin-esque, but here we are.
cw: sfw, unrealistic military standards and behavior, suspend your disbelief, silly fun, G/N reader, reader's friend is called a young lady once, reader is implied to be an adult entertainer but not really, just laugh its silly
also MDNI please 🔞
None of them were particularly jazzed about this arrangement.. you nor your friend were either. the music had long been turned off, the curtains opening to the dense forest behind the secluded cabin closed not 10 minutes after your new guests arrived.
could you call them guests?
4 foreign men head to toe in military gear, one of which completely masked.. these were NOT guests in your book, but your friend insisted in playing along if only to stay out of immediate danger.. you'd argue 4 british men with guns are immediate danger but according to them there was someone worse following behind.
there was very little introduction past names and even those werent what you were expecting. 'Soap? Ghost?' not exactly names you felt confident in.
"what do you 2 do for work?" the man with the mohawk was trying to be casual as he swept through your living room and kitchen, gun lowered but not cast aside by any means.
"content creators.." "actors." you spoke in unison with your friend
after clearing the house 'Soap' was comfortable enough to imply they had lost them in the forest, but the one with the beard 'Captain' was adamant about keeping a close ear out for anything outside.. hence your music being turned off.
"im really not interested in having my vacation interrupted by a federal crime," you mumbled to your friend who had joined you on the sofa. the both of you watched as the group of 4 rustled around the cabin, checking deadbolts, mumbling about potential escape routes and the like.
"yeah but im not in the mood to die.. and I think the one with the mask wouldnt have any qualms about doing it.." your friend whispered, but you didnt think it mattered considering 'the one with the mask' was now posted in a dining room chair, deep set eyes locked on the 2 of you.
"checked the whole house, no one else's 'ere. we should be good to wai' for Laswell's word.. Hopefully she can find us." the friendliest of the bunch, Gaz, had checked back in with the man in the mask, Ghost. even as he acknowledged Gaz's word's his eyes didnt peel away from you or your friend.
"I really dont see how this is allowed! I mean dont you need a warrant or something?!" you were trying to give at least Gaz some grace. he seemed the most reasonable when they first snuck in through the cellar door being the first to lower his weapon at the sight of 2 young adults armed with fire pokers and bear spray. however when he assured you they didnt want to do any harm, you weren't necessarily at mercy to do anything but go along with their plan considering the guns!
and the guy in the mask! everyone just seemed to be ok with the guy wearing a hard skull face plate. meanwhile you were left dumbfounded staring into the eyes of a 6'4 grim reaper sitting in a dainty rich people dining room chair. you hated them, but at least you were more secure in their construction with him sitting on them
"I know this is stressful but we'll be out of your hair as soon as possible.." Gaz raised his gloved hands, "you have my- our- word," he gestured to Ghost.
"yeah. our word.." Ghost echoed.
"im having a hard time believin-"
*KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK*
certainly there was not THIS much traffic at night at a remote private cabin.. after the look you shared with your friend the 2 of you shot nervous glances at your "guests."
"are there more of you?" your friend asked directly.
Gaz shook his head, his hands instinctively going back to his gun. Shockingly you found Ghost at your side much quicker than you'd expect someone of his size to move.
*KNOCK KNOCK*
Soap flicked the music back on, lower volume than before and slipped behind the kitchen bar counter gun in hand.
"what the fuck is going on here," you were trying to keep your voice low but it was slowly rising to a panic.
your heart was suddenly in your throat and before you realized it the man they called Captain was leaning down speaking directly to you and your friend.
"need you to cover for us. just tell em.. we aren't h-"
"im NOT doi-"
"if those men out there know we're in here all of us are dead do you understand me?"
"said y'r actors, yeah? put onna show.. like we ain' 'ere," Ghost leaned down gesturing towards the door.
he lead you with his gloved hand by the shoulder, firm and heavy. you werent supposed to be finding reassurance in him but yiu couldn't find it anywhere else. He broke from you to tuck for cover across from his captain. set a few feet back from you and your friend behind the walls of where the foyer opened to the living room, Ghost and the Captain readied their weapons. Soap and Gaz had clear shots to the door from the kitchen and living room respectively, all you could do was pray they didnt get you in the process.
*KNOCK KNOCK KNO-*
"coming! coming sorry!" you pretended to rush to the door with your friend in tow.
the large wooden door popped open to a small group of more men.. in more military gear. head to toe in black, all of them masked except one in the front. you assumed he was the one knocking.. a blonde man with a suspicious smile and a black spade patch.
he stared down at the 2 of you, all of them did.
"uhm.. can we help you?" half of your body was tucked behind the door, your friend poking out fro. behind.
"you 2 haven' seen any.. fugitives around have you? about 4 of em? got guns nd a man with a skull mask. real dangerous." you wondered if he turned up his southern twang to try and disarm you or if that really was how he talked.
you shared a look with your friend before.. a little lightbulb flicked on in your head. a friendly smile stretched across your face and you opened the door a little wider. Ghost and Price glanced at each other and started to ready their guns a little higher before your tone shifted.
"oh! I see! you guys are the actors!" you laughed. keeping your tone teasing and flirty, reached out to touch the blonde man in front of you.
quickly your friend fell in line giggling and snickering as they approached the masked men further behind the man who spoke. "i thought they were supposed to be firefighters!"
almost immediately there was chatter and bickering amongst the men, some of them trying to maintain complete professionalism and a few strays egging on the sudden shift.
the blonde laughed and slipped from your grasp, putting his hands up to imply no touching on the job or at least not in front of his men. he slipped a hand into one of his many pockets and pulled out a sleek card adorned with the same spade as his patch.
"aht aht, your handsome firefighters must be runnin behind schedule, beautiful. if you see the men we're lookin for give me a call. its pertinent.. national security."
"oh that's so scary! are we safe here Misterr..." your friend let their words trail off, implying they were asking for a name.
"Graves. Commander Graves," he shifted his weight, looking behind and passed the 2 of you into the house. seeing no signs of life he returned his eyes back down to the 2 of you. " 'Nd yes young lady you will be just keep your doors n windows locked.."
"thank you so much! and I hope you find them.. Commander," you put a soft flirtatious lift on your voice, looking up at him from the card in your hands.
he nodded to you and then to his men to send them off to their unmarked military vehicles.
"stay safe now."
"you too, thank you!" you and your friend were smiling until you returned inside. trying to stay completely natural until you were out of sight of the windows they could see you through you finally fell into the waiting lap of your sofa.
legs like jello and heart beating throughout your entire body now the adrenaline of what you had done finally making you crash. and your friend wasnt far behind, collapsing on the other sofa with a loud groan.
"grea' work," Ghost looked down at you from behind the sofa, arms crossed axross his wide chest. "maybe we'll get ya into some espionage." you could almost hear his smirk and it pissed you right off.
"NOT FUNNY," you yelled into the cushions.
"fuckin Shadows.. hate the bloody fuckers" Soap peeped through the sliver of open curtain, watching their taillights slowly disappear..
"while we wait for Laswell.." Gaz said a little too casually
"go' any tea..?" Ghost followed up, following behind Gaz to the kitchen.
cw: sfw, unrealistic military standards and behavior, suspend your disbelief, silly fun, G/N reader, reader's friend is called a young lady once, reader is implied to be an adult entertainer but not really, just laugh its silly
also MDNI please 🔞
None of them were particularly jazzed about this arrangement.. you nor your friend were either. the music had long been turned off, the curtains opening to the dense forest behind the secluded cabin closed not 10 minutes after your new guests arrived.
could you call them guests?
4 foreign men head to toe in military gear, one of which completely masked.. these were NOT guests in your book, but your friend insisted in playing along if only to stay out of immediate danger.. you'd argue 4 british men with guns are immediate danger but according to them there was someone worse following behind.
there was very little introduction past names and even those werent what you were expecting. 'Soap? Ghost?' not exactly names you felt confident in.
"what do you 2 do for work?" the man with the mohawk was trying to be casual as he swept through your living room and kitchen, gun lowered but not cast aside by any means.
"content creators.." "actors." you spoke in unison with your friend
after clearing the house 'Soap' was comfortable enough to imply they had lost them in the forest, but the one with the beard 'Captain' was adamant about keeping a close ear out for anything outside.. hence your music being turned off.
"im really not interested in having my vacation interrupted by a federal crime," you mumbled to your friend who had joined you on the sofa. the both of you watched as the group of 4 rustled around the cabin, checking deadbolts, mumbling about potential escape routes and the like.
"yeah but im not in the mood to die.. and I think the one with the mask wouldnt have any qualms about doing it.." your friend whispered, but you didnt think it mattered considering 'the one with the mask' was now posted in a dining room chair, deep set eyes locked on the 2 of you.
"checked the whole house, no one else's 'ere. we should be good to wai' for Laswell's word.. Hopefully she can find us." the friendliest of the bunch, Gaz, had checked back in with the man in the mask, Ghost. even as he acknowledged Gaz's word's his eyes didnt peel away from you or your friend.
"I really dont see how this is allowed! I mean dont you need a warrant or something?!" you were trying to give at least Gaz some grace. he seemed the most reasonable when they first snuck in through the cellar door being the first to lower his weapon at the sight of 2 young adults armed with fire pokers and bear spray. however when he assured you they didnt want to do any harm, you weren't necessarily at mercy to do anything but go along with their plan considering the guns!
and the guy in the mask! everyone just seemed to be ok with the guy wearing a hard skull face plate. meanwhile you were left dumbfounded staring into the eyes of a 6'4 grim reaper sitting in a dainty rich people dining room chair. you hated them, but at least you were more secure in their construction with him sitting on them
"I know this is stressful but we'll be out of your hair as soon as possible.." Gaz raised his gloved hands, "you have my- our- word," he gestured to Ghost.
"yeah. our word.." Ghost echoed.
"im having a hard time believin-"
*KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK*
certainly there was not THIS much traffic at night at a remote private cabin.. after the look you shared with your friend the 2 of you shot nervous glances at your "guests."
"are there more of you?" your friend asked directly.
Gaz shook his head, his hands instinctively going back to his gun. Shockingly you found Ghost at your side much quicker than you'd expect someone of his size to move.
*KNOCK KNOCK*
Soap flicked the music back on, lower volume than before and slipped behind the kitchen bar counter gun in hand.
"what the fuck is going on here," you were trying to keep your voice low but it was slowly rising to a panic.
your heart was suddenly in your throat and before you realized it the man they called Captain was leaning down speaking directly to you and your friend.
"need you to cover for us. just tell em.. we aren't h-"
"im NOT doi-"
"if those men out there know we're in here all of us are dead do you understand me?"
"said y'r actors, yeah? put onna show.. like we ain' 'ere," Ghost leaned down gesturing towards the door.
he lead you with his gloved hand by the shoulder, firm and heavy. you werent supposed to be finding reassurance in him but yiu couldn't find it anywhere else. He broke from you to tuck for cover across from his captain. set a few feet back from you and your friend behind the walls of where the foyer opened to the living room, Ghost and the Captain readied their weapons. Soap and Gaz had clear shots to the door from the kitchen and living room respectively, all you could do was pray they didnt get you in the process.
*KNOCK KNOCK KNO-*
"coming! coming sorry!" you pretended to rush to the door with your friend in tow.
the large wooden door popped open to a small group of more men.. in more military gear. head to toe in black, all of them masked except one in the front. you assumed he was the one knocking.. a blonde man with a suspicious smile and a black spade patch.
he stared down at the 2 of you, all of them did.
"uhm.. can we help you?" half of your body was tucked behind the door, your friend poking out fro. behind.
"you 2 haven' seen any.. fugitives around have you? about 4 of em? got guns nd a man with a skull mask. real dangerous." you wondered if he turned up his southern twang to try and disarm you or if that really was how he talked.
you shared a look with your friend before.. a little lightbulb flicked on in your head. a friendly smile stretched across your face and you opened the door a little wider. Ghost and Price glanced at each other and started to ready their guns a little higher before your tone shifted.
"oh! I see! you guys are the actors!" you laughed. keeping your tone teasing and flirty, reached out to touch the blonde man in front of you.
quickly your friend fell in line giggling and snickering as they approached the masked men further behind the man who spoke. "i thought they were supposed to be firefighters!"
almost immediately there was chatter and bickering amongst the men, some of them trying to maintain complete professionalism and a few strays egging on the sudden shift.
the blonde laughed and slipped from your grasp, putting his hands up to imply no touching on the job or at least not in front of his men. he slipped a hand into one of his many pockets and pulled out a sleek card adorned with the same spade as his patch.
"aht aht, your handsome firefighters must be runnin behind schedule, beautiful. if you see the men we're lookin for give me a call. its pertinent.. national security."
"oh that's so scary! are we safe here Misterr..." your friend let their words trail off, implying they were asking for a name.
"Graves. Commander Graves," he shifted his weight, looking behind and passed the 2 of you into the house. seeing no signs of life he returned his eyes back down to the 2 of you. " 'Nd yes young lady you will be just keep your doors n windows locked.."
"thank you so much! and I hope you find them.. Commander," you put a soft flirtatious lift on your voice, looking up at him from the card in your hands.
he nodded to you and then to his men to send them off to their unmarked military vehicles.
"stay safe now."
"you too, thank you!" you and your friend were smiling until you returned inside. trying to stay completely natural until you were out of sight of the windows they could see you through you finally fell into the waiting lap of your sofa.
legs like jello and heart beating throughout your entire body now the adrenaline of what you had done finally making you crash. and your friend wasnt far behind, collapsing on the other sofa with a loud groan.
"grea' work," Ghost looked down at you from behind the sofa, arms crossed axross his wide chest. "maybe we'll get ya into some espionage." you could almost hear his smirk and it pissed you right off.
"NOT FUNNY," you yelled into the cushions.
"fuckin Shadows.. hate the bloody fuckers" Soap peeped through the sliver of open curtain, watching their taillights slowly disappear..
"while we wait for Laswell.." Gaz said a little too casually
"go' any tea..?" Ghost followed up, following behind Gaz to the kitchen.
cw: sfw, unrealistic military standards and behavior, suspend your disbelief, silly fun, G/N reader, reader's friend is called a young lady once, reader is implied to be an adult entertainer but not really, just laugh its silly
also MDNI please 🔞
None of them were particularly jazzed about this arrangement.. you nor your friend were either. the music had long been turned off, the curtains opening to the dense forest behind the secluded cabin closed not 10 minutes after your new guests arrived.
could you call them guests?
4 foreign men head to toe in military gear, one of which completely masked.. these were NOT guests in your book, but your friend insisted in playing along if only to stay out of immediate danger.. you'd argue 4 british men with guns are immediate danger but according to them there was someone worse following behind.
there was very little introduction past names and even those werent what you were expecting. 'Soap? Ghost?' not exactly names you felt confident in.
"what do you 2 do for work?" the man with the mohawk was trying to be casual as he swept through your living room and kitchen, gun lowered but not cast aside by any means.
"content creators.." "actors." you spoke in unison with your friend
after clearing the house 'Soap' was comfortable enough to imply they had lost them in the forest, but the one with the beard 'Captain' was adamant about keeping a close ear out for anything outside.. hence your music being turned off.
"im really not interested in having my vacation interrupted by a federal crime," you mumbled to your friend who had joined you on the sofa. the both of you watched as the group of 4 rustled around the cabin, checking deadbolts, mumbling about potential escape routes and the like.
"yeah but im not in the mood to die.. and I think the one with the mask wouldnt have any qualms about doing it.." your friend whispered, but you didnt think it mattered considering 'the one with the mask' was now posted in a dining room chair, deep set eyes locked on the 2 of you.
"checked the whole house, no one else's 'ere. we should be good to wai' for Laswell's word.. Hopefully she can find us." the friendliest of the bunch, Gaz, had checked back in with the man in the mask, Ghost. even as he acknowledged Gaz's word's his eyes didnt peel away from you or your friend.
"I really dont see how this is allowed! I mean dont you need a warrant or something?!" you were trying to give at least Gaz some grace. he seemed the most reasonable when they first snuck in through the cellar door being the first to lower his weapon at the sight of 2 young adults armed with fire pokers and bear spray. however when he assured you they didnt want to do any harm, you weren't necessarily at mercy to do anything but go along with their plan considering the guns!
and the guy in the mask! everyone just seemed to be ok with the guy wearing a hard skull face plate. meanwhile you were left dumbfounded staring into the eyes of a 6'4 grim reaper sitting in a dainty rich people dining room chair. you hated them, but at least you were more secure in their construction with him sitting on them
"I know this is stressful but we'll be out of your hair as soon as possible.." Gaz raised his gloved hands, "you have my- our- word," he gestured to Ghost.
"yeah. our word.." Ghost echoed.
"im having a hard time believin-"
*KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK*
certainly there was not THIS much traffic at night at a remote private cabin.. after the look you shared with your friend the 2 of you shot nervous glances at your "guests."
"are there more of you?" your friend asked directly.
Gaz shook his head, his hands instinctively going back to his gun. Shockingly you found Ghost at your side much quicker than you'd expect someone of his size to move.
*KNOCK KNOCK*
Soap flicked the music back on, lower volume than before and slipped behind the kitchen bar counter gun in hand.
"what the fuck is going on here," you were trying to keep your voice low but it was slowly rising to a panic.
your heart was suddenly in your throat and before you realized it the man they called Captain was leaning down speaking directly to you and your friend.
"need you to cover for us. just tell em.. we aren't h-"
"im NOT doi-"
"if those men out there know we're in here all of us are dead do you understand me?"
"said y'r actors, yeah? put onna show.. like we ain' 'ere," Ghost leaned down gesturing towards the door.
he lead you with his gloved hand by the shoulder, firm and heavy. you werent supposed to be finding reassurance in him but yiu couldn't find it anywhere else. He broke from you to tuck for cover across from his captain. set a few feet back from you and your friend behind the walls of where the foyer opened to the living room, Ghost and the Captain readied their weapons. Soap and Gaz had clear shots to the door from the kitchen and living room respectively, all you could do was pray they didnt get you in the process.
*KNOCK KNOCK KNO-*
"coming! coming sorry!" you pretended to rush to the door with your friend in tow.
the large wooden door popped open to a small group of more men.. in more military gear. head to toe in black, all of them masked except one in the front. you assumed he was the one knocking.. a blonde man with a suspicious smile and a black spade patch.
he stared down at the 2 of you, all of them did.
"uhm.. can we help you?" half of your body was tucked behind the door, your friend poking out fro. behind.
"you 2 haven' seen any.. fugitives around have you? about 4 of em? got guns nd a man with a skull mask. real dangerous." you wondered if he turned up his southern twang to try and disarm you or if that really was how he talked.
you shared a look with your friend before.. a little lightbulb flicked on in your head. a friendly smile stretched across your face and you opened the door a little wider. Ghost and Price glanced at each other and started to ready their guns a little higher before your tone shifted.
"oh! I see! you guys are the actors!" you laughed. keeping your tone teasing and flirty, reached out to touch the blonde man in front of you.
quickly your friend fell in line giggling and snickering as they approached the masked men further behind the man who spoke. "i thought they were supposed to be firefighters!"
almost immediately there was chatter and bickering amongst the men, some of them trying to maintain complete professionalism and a few strays egging on the sudden shift.
the blonde laughed and slipped from your grasp, putting his hands up to imply no touching on the job or at least not in front of his men. he slipped a hand into one of his many pockets and pulled out a sleek card adorned with the same spade as his patch.
"aht aht, your handsome firefighters must be runnin behind schedule, beautiful. if you see the men we're lookin for give me a call. its pertinent.. national security."
"oh that's so scary! are we safe here Misterr..." your friend let their words trail off, implying they were asking for a name.
"Graves. Commander Graves," he shifted his weight, looking behind and passed the 2 of you into the house. seeing no signs of life he returned his eyes back down to the 2 of you. " 'Nd yes young lady you will be just keep your doors n windows locked.."
"thank you so much! and I hope you find them.. Commander," you put a soft flirtatious lift on your voice, looking up at him from the card in your hands.
he nodded to you and then to his men to send them off to their unmarked military vehicles.
"stay safe now."
"you too, thank you!" you and your friend were smiling until you returned inside. trying to stay completely natural until you were out of sight of the windows they could see you through you finally fell into the waiting lap of your sofa.
legs like jello and heart beating throughout your entire body now the adrenaline of what you had done finally making you crash. and your friend wasnt far behind, collapsing on the other sofa with a loud groan.
"grea' work," Ghost looked down at you from behind the sofa, arms crossed axross his wide chest. "maybe we'll get ya into some espionage." you could almost hear his smirk and it pissed you right off.
"NOT FUNNY," you yelled into the cushions.
"fuckin Shadows.. hate the bloody fuckers" Soap peeped through the sliver of open curtain, watching their taillights slowly disappear..
"while we wait for Laswell.." Gaz said a little too casually
"go' any tea..?" Ghost followed up, following behind Gaz to the kitchen.
