This Belongs To You, Sir

Here on out, we're for just one thing: R E D E M P T I O N . Captain John "Soap" Mactavish of the 141.

[asoldierofrussia]

Yuri has always had a particular weakness for small, local bookshops. The kind the hides down crooked alleyways, far away from the main streets. Shops that you did not see so much as stumble upon, as if they appeared and disappeared at will. 

This was such a shop. He could see it in the way the books were arranged in the window; the handwritten open-sign placed atop a pile of colorful, worn books with no visible titles. 

His fingers were itching.

Squeezing John’s hand, Yuri kept his gaze at shop across the street as he asked, “When are we meeting them, exactly?” It was not that he was nervous. Not really. After all, meeting John’s family should be nothing compared to meeting his own. 

And that was the problem. 

[whatthehellkindofnameissoap]

“Twenty minutes. Art said we could let ourselves in through the back door, if we wanted.” His uncle’s bar was a pretty cozy thing, all aspects considered. Soap had a strong want for Yuri to settle in before the MacTavishes fell upon the venue, hoped that his lover could get his bearings and keep his head above water if the landscape was not totally foreign.

Soap would be with him every step, of course. He was not throwing Yuri to the sharks, or the porpoises, as his family might be.

“We’ll leave whenever you want and pop in across the street on our way back to the hotel. How’s that sound, love?” Smiling at the Russian, he offered Yuri’s hand a reassuring squeeze. “I’ll even pay, if you see anything you just can’t live without.”

Why not? His phone was fully charged, after all, and he had developed a hankering to beat all his old scores on the bird-flinging game.

[whatthehellkindofnameissoap]

THE CALL OF DUTY RP MASTERLIST WILL NO LONGER BE UPDATED.

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[whatthehellkindofnameissoap]

[what if i retire the masterlist and just make a hub page where I follow everyone’s account and link to a blogroll? Would everyone be ok with that instead of constantly updating and taking note of the COD RP masterlist?]

[alannasroleplaymemes-moved]

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[whatthehellkindofnameissoap]

@asoldierofrussia

“Babe--”

He does not have to look up to know where Yuri’s attention has gone. He knows this town all too well, and such knowledge allows him to instinctively feel the bookshop windows burning holes into Yuri from across the street. Keeping his long, strong fingers laced against Yuri’s more delicate digits, he cast the Russian a sideways glance. 

“That’s the third one this month. Can it at least wait until after we meet everyone?”

No, he would never try to bait Yuri like a child, promise rewards if his lover will behave. That would be unfair to Yuri and his acerbic wit. Soap’s only worry was that somehow, someway, his family would be unable to see all that Soap did in the man by his side. A public setting really was the best way to make introductions, especially if the happy couple would have to beat a hasty retreat.

[whatthehellkindofnameissoap]

@coalescenceproduct

“Hope you’ve got a stealth setting programmed in you. We’re going to keep quiet as long as we can.”

It did not escape the Captain’s notice that Reaper seemed to function as any other member of the team, except maybe for a more particular way of speaking. There was no need to issue heavy-handed orders when plain speech would suffice. Watching the horizon, MacTavish bit the inside of his cheek.

“Wouldn’t happen to have a cloaking device, would you?” He was sure he would have been told of such a thing, but still loved the idea of the 141′s very own walking talking death-bot walking unseen down the road and slaughtering the convoy before they knew what hit them, dragging the VIP back over the hill before anyone could react to the invisible threat.

[military-life]

[whatthehellkindofnameissoap]

[Good evening everyone! ihatedust Who wants a starter?]

[thehistoryofsilence-deactivated]

[mitchellwrites]

deathless ♚ sentence meme

You will always fall in love, and it will always be like having your throat cut, just that fast.

You are going to break your promise. I understand.

You’re lonely too.

It will stop your breath, how cruel I can be.

I am a demanding creature. I am selfish and cruel and extremely unreasonable.

I am your servant.

I crawl at your feet; for before your love, your kisses, I am debased.

For you alone I will be weak.

I belong here, and you will not deny me.

I say these things, and the world listens.

I do not tolerate a world emptied of you. I have tried.

In the dark, I have pored over the loss of you like pale gold.

I will not let her speak because I love her, and when you love someone, you do not make them tell war stories.

I moved the earth and the water for you.

You will always run away with her.

You will always lose her.

You will always be a fool.

You will always be dead, in a city of ice, snow falling into your ear.

You have already done all of this and will do it again.

No one should be judged for loving more than they ought, only for loving not enough.

We look terrible to you, and severe, and you see our blood flying.

What we carry between us is hard-won, and we made it just as we wished it to be, just the color, just the shape.

There need never be any rules between us.

Let us be greedy together; let us hoard.

Do not leave me, swear that you will never leave me.

I am selfish. I am cruel. My mate cannot be less than I.

Sleep with fists closed and shoot straight.

I can’t abide a poor liar.

You look like a winter’s night. I could sleep inside the cold of you.

Oh, quit that. Blushing is for virgins and Christians.

Scold me; deny me. Tell me you want what you want and damn me forever. But don’t leave me.

Bad luck relies on absolutely perfect timing.

In his own country, Death can be kind.

What is the world but a boxing ring where fools and devils put up their fists?

Men die. It’s practically what they’re for.

I am no one; I am nothing.

Nothing in me was not made by you.

A revelation is always the end of something. It might even be cause for grief.

Just tell yourself a story that’ll satisfy you and pretend he told it.

Forever isn’t bright; it isn’t like that. Forever is cold and hard and final.

I savor bitterness - it is born of experience. It is the privilege of one who has truly lived.

If you want to kill yourself, do not use us as your knife.

What did I do wrong? Was I boring? Did I ignore you?

Don’t you dare speak to me like that.

I have worn nothing but blood and death for years.

I have fought all your battles for you, just as you asked me.

I have learned not to cry when I strangle a man.

I have learned to watch everything die.

I am not a little girl anymore, dazzled by your magic. It is my magic, now, too.

Are we not devils?

No one is now what they were before the war.

I have not seen you without your skin on.

Close up your head; your brain is getting loose.

We obsess. It’s in our nature.

I’ve a devil of a habit for being right.

In war you must always choose sides.

If you try to be a bridge laid down between them, they will tear you in half.

We are all dead. All equal. Broken and aimless and believing we are alive.

My old bones will follow yours soon enough.

It is better to be strong and cruel than to be fair.

I will see him with his skin off before I agree to fall in love.

After love, no one is what they were before.

I have survived, but I have not been spared.

In the space of one heartbeat to another I loved you and I was lost to you.

Frighten me, make me cry, only come back.

It’s not so bad, my darling. Being dead. It’s like being alive, only colder.

You’ll think it’s love, while he dines on your heart.

You will be so beautiful when you are old.

I cannot keep you and I cannot let you go.

You will live as you live in any world…with difficulty, and grief.

I look at you and it is like my throat being cut.

She said you’d come and I swore to eat your heart.

I still want to kiss you.

My heart is being cut in two. I cannot bear it.

What happens to anything beautiful?

I have to know, I have to or else you will just rule me until the end of everything because you know and I do not.

[avennataliepraxton]

The American who was just so loud and brash fell silent. Her eyes traveled along the starlit river bank that seemingly reached out to her with eager, blue hands. The river sounded as if it were beating a hollow drum whenever it tapped against the wooden pier.

But what caught her breath the most was seeing the moonlight creeping through the forest. It reminded her of the smell of a wood stove on a snowy night. The warmth of a western sun upon her shoulders, the cold bite of snowmelt on her toes as she kayaked down the familiar path of her river. The sound of wildlife that never faded when the sun tumbled below the peaks.

It felt like home. Maybe it wasn’t, but she could just imagine that her outdated, mining turned logging town was only on the other side of that hill.

Ave turned back to Soap. Her blue eyes gleamed gratefully.

“That’s not too bad,” she softly smiled. “Europe’s whisky is a disappointment, the cities are too bright and too noisy, the air’s practically unhealthy, but…”

Her eyes traveled back to the moon kissed hills.

“There’s always something beautiful hiding underneath it.”

[whatthehellkindofnameissoap]

Who said you couldn’t savor the little things? Sometimes, it seemed like Ave came from a different time altogether, one where you could slow down and actually live. It seemed an admirable way to be, at least to the overworked, rambling captain who shared the moment with her. From her posture to the little catch in her breath, Soap could swear it was like the American was seeing the world for the first time.

He stood in silence, unwilling to ruin her moment. A grin pulled at the corners of his mouth, less pleased with himself so much as charmed by Ave’s reaction. When she turned to look back at him, blue eyes stark in the silver and purple darkness, he let out a little chuckle.

“Glad to be of service to you.”

Of course, the native son would agree, if asked. Scotland was a beautiful place, and for all his travels, he always found his way back home. It wasn’t about a home, not really about the country itself when he thought about it. There was a particular feel about the place, a type of surge that only a local could feel. The sleepy tourist town in which he stood was the furthest from Glasgow, but it still felt right to him.

“Is your hometown a lot like that?” The place had to be doing something to Ave, between the look on her face and the way she turned her attention back to the hill. Taking in what he thought to be silence between his question and her answer, he became dimly aware of all the natural noise. The place sounded like a goddamn frog convention, as best he could tell. A better storyteller might be able to daydream princes waiting to be kissed on such a fairy tale evening, but Soap found himself wondering instead how there could be so many out of sight but within hearing range.

[hissingthroughmyteeth-blog]

[whatthehellkindofnameissoap]

Come, you spirits That tend on mortal thoughts,                                                                                                                                                unsex me here,                                                                                                                                    And fill me from the                                                                                                                            crown to the toe top-full                                                                                                                                   Of direst CRUELTY!                                                                                                                                      (piloted by Kadian.)

[whatthehellkindofnameissoap]

[friendly reminder that chelsea and i established soap had his first homosexual tryst behind the gardener’s shed at st. pubes, and that the boy he was involved with went on to be a conservative politician.

friendly reminder anytime said politician is interviewed, finnegan calls in to ask if it’s true that this guy sucked dicks in catholic school.]

[93749185789183]

[weloveshortvideos]

“Its not that big”

[penis-hilton]

me……….

[hissingthroughmyteeth-blog]

[ok, so randomly out of nowhere my mom calls from work and tells me to start getting my stuff together. Apparently at some point this week, we’re heading to Texas. There was even the offer I could spend my birthday anywhere between home and Dallas. This is unexpected but pretty dang cool, if I do say so myself. So anyway, I might not be on a lot in the near future, but I’ll give a more concrete update as plans begin to appear. I’m still here for now, no worries!]

[avennataliepraxton]

She skeptically raised an eyebrow at Soap’s excitement, but found herself being tugged off the stool by his energy. West smiled and shook her head, counteracting her earlier bitterness. Ave let the Scotsman lead her away.

“Whoa, you crazy drunk!” Ave teased as the captain pulled her away from her half full, European disgrace of a whisky. Though, Soap hadn’t been the one picking a fight with someone twice his size.

As the very buzzed, slightly intoxicated American was being led away from the lively bar, she suddenly turned, her hand still held in his.

“Adios, you European bit-” her words were cut short by a tug from behind her.

[whatthehellkindofnameissoap]

That girl’s mouth was going to be the death of her on this side of the Atlantic. If she lived any loser to the border with England, she might mortify every Brit she came across. Soap couldn’t say he wast looking forward to her setting some stiff upper lipped prick in command off of his stride with her... essential American-ness.

Still, regardless of her smart mouth, he gently pulled her away from Fort Augustus’ main strip. For a moment, it seemed he might be leading her towards base, until he turned down the main road towards the more residential area. Walking along the fresh-cut grass lining every lawn, he eventually turned between two houses, grateful for the town’s lack of bunched-up neighborhoods.

They were standing in someone’s backyard, he was sure, but the lights were out and they had made no noise. Leading her down to the edge of the property line, where scraggly grass gave way to a series of trees, he couldn’t help but grin. Pressing through them, he brought her to a tributary of the loch itself.

And the whole world fell away.

Midnight blue waters lapped lazily at the pier beneath their feet, reflecting hundreds of stars overhead. Nearby trees on either side of the river stood silhouetted, bathed a stark black against the rest of the scenery. The real view, however, was across the way. Turning Ave gently, the drunken Scotsman turned her towards a patch of land that rose in the distance.

There, hills and forest seemed to rise out of the water like old fairy tales. The moonlight gave it all a silvery edge, as if the whole world had become monochrome. It was nature in its purest form, untouched, traveled only by locals who knew the layout and were smart enough not to leave anything behind.

It might not be Ave’s hometown, but it was as far from society as Soap could manage on such short notice.