#sollysandvich

[shiny-pot-soldier]

sollysandvich replied to your post:

/ Pfft shame on you for forgetting ! /

// SHH it ain't my fault you sent me those lines. I kept on thinking it was 'gut you like a cornish gay hen' ):< 

plastic-and-fire-wings replied to your post:

((I will gut you like a Cornish Game Hen is what you’re lookin’ for))

// Ah that sounds much better than 'gay fish' or 'gay hen'. Thanks, dear v uv

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 sollysandvich said: WHERE ARE MY HUGS PRIvATE ?

I... What? I love you? You can have hugs but you know I'm unsure if you're sober right now.

[theredsoldier]

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The Soldier frowned deeply as he sized up the BLU. He didn't look all so tough, like an old fruit that had gone soggy. Certain that he could take the other Soldier if push came to shove, he folded his arms stubbornly and puffed up his chest to further impose the fact that he was bigger.

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Love Me [just for the hack of it mate]

[Herpaderp here it is, you asked for it]

Ben figured James had had just a bit too much to drink when he leaned in close, sneaking an arm around his waist and mumbled incoherent little things into his ear as some old black and white movie rolled on the TV screen. He smiled when the others’ head came to nuzzle at his shoulder, eyes still fixed on the movie as he slung his arm around the other soldier’s shoulders.

They sat there for a while, listening to the others breaths as the movie came to a close.

“You tired?” the words were grumbled into his uniform as James one visible eye cracked open to give him a hazy look. He yawned and crept closer to the other man for warmth, which made Ben raise one amused eyebrow.

“A bit,” he admitted, pushing James off of him to stand up. “And you’re drunk. I’ll go fetch us some blankets and a pillow or two maybe, don’t know where the heck your room is so you’ll have to make do.”

The other plopped down on the warm seat he left behind, “don’t need to bring a pillow for me.”

Ben, who by then had started to walk away from the sofa, turned back around, “And why’s that?”

“Your stomach is soft enough.”

The younger soldier stared at his elder as a shit-eating grin spread across the man’s face. And then he turned without comment, thinking that he’d eat his own words later.

[friedrichsteinkopf]

TAG: SollySandvich

"Exhausted" wasn't a word strong enough to describe how Friedrich felt that evening. "Famished" wasn't right either- and "dead" was too strong, though he had to admit, he felt like that sometimes.  Truth was, he had been holed in his office all day. There was no fight, so he spent the day working on research- he hadn't left once, not even for a meal. He felt particularly close to an important medical breakthrough- he couldn't risk leaving, for it would break his train of thought. Still, the kitchen was a particular temptation. One that was becoming progressively harder for him to resist. Still, he couldn't go. His pen scratched away, scrawling down notes that likely only he could read. 

[thecrocketeer-blog]

sollysandvich started following you

"'Bout time we get some American blood around here." Sue grunted, jerking his mannly jaw at the other Soldier. His face cracked in a grin as he offered up a hand. "Name's Sue."

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TAG: James Gray

Sophie padded through the chilly snow making her way for the entrance Coldfront base, distractedly flipping through a few folders clasped between chilly fingers. She had become so absorbed in a far away thought that she  paid no attention to where her feet were carrying her and the cold was ignored.

"Shouldn't be too hard I think.. just modify.. well..." The snow hardly crunched beneath her boots with little sound. Sophie was always very good at moving quietly. "I really should just ask... no.. best to run it by Friedrich first" it wasn't uncommon to hear her talking to herself when she was alone. Shaking her head coming back to the world Sophie didn't even realize till it was too late when she bumped head long into a tall BLU clad figure who was mid way through the doors.

"Oh shit!" The files in her hands went everywhere, the mild wind becoming mischievous, and grabbing the delicate sheafs to flick them out over the snowy surface. "I'm so sorry, please forgive me! I didn't see you there!" Between giving the tall -Soldier?- a glance and desperately trying to save her work, Sophie was caught in the middle of not wanting to be rude and wanting to save the research; her large coat hindering her movements.

"GAH! no no no!"