#commander mint

[commander-mint]

Macmillan burnt down the funeral home and let out a horde of zombies, help...

Who the hell burns a funerall home?!

( @ask-pricemillan )

[medic-molar]

Steals your treasure chest

-( @commander-mint )

“JACK SMITH, GET YOUR ASS BACK HERE AND BRING BACK MY TREASURE CHEST BEFORE I TELL VALENTINO ON YOUR ASS! ”

(oop, you done made him really mad. Bros like a crab with his treasure chest)

[iure-ch]

Is there any fun fact about commander-mint?

Of course :]

Even though he looks like a serious guy he sometimes makes plushies in his free time

He has a sketchbook and he draws everyone with their knowledge written on the corner (like age, birthday, likes etc.) Because he doesn't wants to forget anyone

He tries to be as nonchalant as possible but he seriously worries about everyone

[heyimlostuwu]

In the next few days, @commander-mint was pretty... quiet actually.

He didn't talk much anymore, oe tried to make conversations. Didn't act reckless either, ompleted the missions professionally most of the time. He just said what he wanted to say everytime someone asked him or told him something. He always prefered solitude nowadays, not even talking to others. He didn't bother attempting jokes anymore. It's like he had been forged into someone else.

He seemed pretty calm most of the times, however his hands always shook for some reason...

And his eyes, they were redder. And they got red each day even though he always used eyedrops.

It had taken a while for Clover too cool off after their last interaction. She unfortunately viewed the commander as a bumbling fool who didn't understand voundaries yet enforced it for his own needs and whims. A selfish arragont man who truly could not respect ones whims or wishes. That was the unfortunately picture painted of him in Clover's mind. Any interaction with him was curt, short, professional. Absolute bare minimum of interaction. Of course she noticed the changes. Subtle but noticeable. She didn't care. If he was going to act like a child and be butt hurt over the spat and her not accepting his friendship, so be it. @commander-mint could throw whatever ridiculous tantrum he wanted too. It didn't matter to her nor did she care. It was none of her business nor did she want it as her buisness. Anytime she involved herself with him. It always became a stupid mess. That ugly side she worked so hard to shove and bury away continued tk rear his head out. He was just bad news in general for her sanity.

[commander-mint]

[OPEN RP]

Tw : Violence (but not bloody)

You were walking around the base, as usual. You had to talk to one of the officers so you decided to go to their office.

As you were walking you heard a commotion coming from one of the rooms. It was... pretty loud.

Someone was shouting and eventually you heard a loud CRACK and then a recruit came out of the room, looking horrified and pale. The recruit just walked away, shaking. There was still someone breaking something and swearing out loud and as you peek from the door... oh boy.

There was other people in the room and Mint was shouting pretty angrily to a recruit, he was still in the tactical gear and his voice was a bit hoarse:

I GET IT THAT YOU JUST NEEDED TO DO THAT, BUT YOU SHOT IT THE FUCKJNG WRONG WAY. WE COULD HAVE BEEN DEAD. DO YOU REALIZE WHAT WOULD HAPPEN IF WE DIED THERE? DO YOU NOT KNOW HOW TO USE THE FUCKING GUN?!

Mint kicked a table which went and hit a wall. Some soldiers flinched

IF YOU DON'T KNOW ANYTHING ABOUT GUNS WHY ARE YOU EVEN IN THE ARMY?

some silence.

JUST FUCK OFF I DON'T WANNA SEE ANYONE'S FACE

And then people started hurrying out of the room as Mint turned away and just broke his gun into pieces out of pure anger . Which nobody dared to stare.

As soon as Mint was left alone he threw the remnants of the gun to the ground and angrily stomped on them for a few times, then he just sat down to a crate and rubbed his face.

[commander-mint]

Get Owled

- Bigger than the others

- A bit grumpy, probably isn’t one for much physical touch if not yet comfortable with someone… but he will be the type to drag food or drinks over to help them

- prefers to stick in small spaces so try not to cover nooks & crannies much since he might be sleeping in there…. Or your pocket

- Once he’s comfortable, he becomes very warm and a bit protective. Would poke someone with scissors he carries around if they’re get too close to their new friend? and slash at their hands if they keep trying to touch without permission

- Can and will yell at someone for being incompetent

- Surprisingly loud when he wants to be, despite being quiet as a mouse most of the time

- keep him away from any alcohol stashes please, he might just chug a whole bottle dry….

Omggg he's so cuteeee

I will definitely carry him around in my pocket :D

He patted his head

[commander-mint]

Everyone is doing drunk rp's so here u go

[OPEN RP]

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The base was in a good mood.

Recruits walking around, celebrating each other on the last mission's success. And of course they were drinking, plsying games and such. Some exceptions were made for just today (thanks to Mint). All of it is kind of a routine for all soldiers.

And of course they dragged Mint to their stupid games even though he said he wanna sleep, he couldn't help but accept. They of course got him drunk And now?

Now he was laying on one of the couches, he was laying on his front but it was clear his face was flushed. His arms were croseed on the pillow of the couch and his face was buried in it. His hair looked a bit messy. But he looked cute with his head buried in his arms as laid there.

[commander-mint]

[OPEN RP]

TW : Blood, suicide

(Some lore adds)

Mint has been in a foul mood lately.

Always looking... scared and... worried?

He was sick, probably some sorts of basic sickness, and because of that he couldn't talk, even if he tried hard. His voice came out pretty hoarse and his throat hurt a lot. Because of that he usually relied on either sign language, writing or others to help him explain himself.

He hated it, a lot.

And this whole thing scared him.

Because he was silent for 24 years of his life. He'd seen horrible things, and went through disturbing stuff - the finger marks said it all - and he was mute through it all.

He hated being silent. He always talked to himself because of it. Because he didn't want to lose his voice again and he wanted to use his voice until the end. Losing his voice is one of his biggest fears.

Yet here he is, sitting on his office, biting his gloved hands as usual, while all the memories and buried thoughts flooded back to him. His white gloves were almost fully bloody from how hard he was biting them. His eyes were redder than usual. Overall, he looked wrecked.

No, nothing bad was going to happen to him. No, those are never going to happen again...

Yet he still couldn't stop himself from thinking about taking that gun and-...

No, he had to live. He... couldn't.

He curled to himself a little bit from where he is sitting. His door was slightly ajar, probably looking insane to the others. Whispers outside arise curiously.