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seen from Türkiye
seen from Germany
seen from Yemen
seen from China
seen from United States

seen from Türkiye
seen from United States
seen from Czechia
seen from Argentina
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seen from United States

seen from Argentina
seen from Brazil
seen from United States

seen from United States
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seen from United States
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seen from Italy
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Hello I am alive (college is literally trying to kill me) However I bring some GRS with a baby!! Because it's been plaguing my mine like a grape on a microwave
captain mactavish has a low quality, torn apart and faded photo of roach and ghost, sitting together in some random safehouse, smoking and smiling. he keeps it tucked away in the journal, the picture burning a hole through it by the time he and price focus on hunting down makarov. he traces the faded edges before sleep, each night, like his mere touch could bring them back. he doesn't cry, doesn't let himself feel anything other than rage, channelling it through each bullet. as he dies, there's a childish hope that if he manages to reunite with them, they won't blame him. he dies with regrets, pain, and memories he failed to bury, and finally breathes out. punishment and justice has been served. his failure to keep them safe — rectified. there won't be any eternal rest for him; he wouldn't have it any other way.
Mactavish, about ghost: "there are so many things I wonder about that man."
Roach: "oh he's a bottom."
Mactavish: "what?"
Roach: "all blondes are bottoms that's how you can tell."
Mactavish:"he's not blonde..."
Roach:"not upstairs"
Mactavish:
Mactavish: "you are...fired. Yeah, you're fired."
accents + ghost = confusion; like he's any better with his. the only thing he's picking up here is the sign language
(and so am I, when I decided trying to write accents into this fic would be a good idea)
also bless whoever came up with the southern roach hc (and cod mobile for making him american)
the boyf riends are rotting my brain..........
maybe the conversation ever
You must choose.
>:)
’09 Ghost x ‘09 Roach
MW Ghost x MW Soap