We Are Playing Who Sucks Less Not Whos The Best.

We are playing who sucks less not who’s the best.

But welcome people from Twitter, you’ll like it here.

This site toppling the competition by opting to sell shoelaces instead of monetising their users must be one of the greatest examples of failing upwards in history

This is me with my sister and CoD. She has no clue but let’s me rant and show her fanart like she is just as interested as me.

Sis, I love you bitch. I ain’t never gonna stop loving you…bitch

u ever have on mutuals whos so deep in another fandom that u know absolutely zero about and they make posts that look like they speaking another language or some shit

My brain is dead bc school started. But it’s also pumping hard on the procrastination train using COD

so, it’s training for the recruits and Ghost and Soap are in charge of it. It’s hot so the morning meeting is in a hanger instead of outside.

It’s going to be drills today but stopping at 10:30 and restarting again at 4:00, keeping the them out of the blistering heat in full gear to avoid heatstroke.

Ghost is wearing a short sleeve compression shirt today, a rarity for sure. So rare, Soap has never seen just that, always a jacket over and half way zipped.

And Soap is staring.

Directly at Ghosts chest.

It’s a beautiful chest and Soap just wants to lay his head on it. Ghost’s pecks are well sculpted and stand out just like the rest of his chest.

Ghost stops mid sentence and yells at soap, ‘you gonna share with the class or keep drooling on the floor.’

This earns a chuckle or two. Ghost smirks expecting he’s just embarrassed Soap.

The heat must’ve killed Soap’s brain and shame because, without missing a beat, he responds ‘you have huge breasts.’

The silence is deafening.

Soap quickly scrambles out of the hanger to anywhere. Hopefully he finds Price to save him, but the man could only do so much. Gaz would help him escape at least, the good man that he was. But he’d laugh at him first.

Back in the hanger, Ghost is left standing there in shock.

‘If you lot can keep him safe from me until 10:30, approximately 2 hours, I will give everyone the week off.’

Ghost had never seen so many soldiers run so fast and so in tune with each other.

But it didn’t matter.

Soap was DOOMED and they both knew it.

Me wanting to anything:

ADHD: brainfog

Now the recruits run to König when Ghost is being extra harsh. It becomes a game of ‘how quick can I find and be in the same room as König without getting caught by ghost’. König doesn’t even notice. The escapees and König have to be in the same room and Ghost will move on since he’s afraid of König. But, this unfortunately only postponed judgement instead of fully getting away.

König is scared of Ghost in the beginning but he quickly realizes he’s bigger and stronger than Ghost. And that Ghost is actually scared of him. His aggressive comments was an attempt to assert dominance and hide his fear of the bigger man. One day Ghost is yelling at recruits and König decides that he doesn’t like seeing the young men and women close to tears.

“Such the fuck up.”

Ghost turned to look at him, their eyes meeting. König walked right up to him and glared down at him. Ghost glares but König could see in his eyes that he was screaming internally.

“What did you say?”

König leans closer, “Didn’t you hear me? Shut. The fuck. Up.”

The recruits faces were priceless. The shock and wonder as König challenged the meanest man on base. König could see the scared little boy in Ghost’s eyes and that he was doing everything in his power to not back down and submit.

“Lieutenant Riley.”

Ghost breathes out and steps back, looking at Price. Conor was with him but he said nothing, just stood there with his arms crossed. König glares one last time at Ghost before walking to Conor. The man pats Price’s shoulder before they start to walk off. Once they were far enough away, Conor spoke.

“That was… interesting.”

“I don’t like bullies.”

“I can see that.”

Unfortunately, this will require reblogs.