MW3 Is The Hallucination

MW3 is the hallucination

if you're wondering why I'm still hung up on mwII, it's because mwIII never actually happened

Gogi: you have no power over me

Nikolai: that's a big talk from someone whose y2k17 photos I have

Gogi:

Gogi: you're jo-

Nikolai: no

Gogi:

Gogi: please don't do this to me

Angy? Angy

Pouts? Pouts

It really is a shame that Ghost so rarely takes his mask off outside, because he’s made to be seen in the sun, Soap thinks. Privately, quietly.

It’s not his fault Simon has cheekbones like he was sculpted by a loving god. A nose with a broken bump that catches the light just so. Eyelashes that fan over his cheeks as he squints a little from the brightness.

That one’s a particular shame, because his eyes can look red midday, and amber right at dusk; but when he squints he gets this little furrow in his brow. That’s compensation enough for hiding those eyes, since Soap isn’t normally deprived of them.

Sun makes him look healthier, puts some color in his pale cheeks. Soap would bet money that he’d freckle given the time. He’s comforted some by the soft moles speckled on his face, but that’s another kind of torment.

Anytime he sees a hint of them—or really, one particular mark right at the corner of Ghost’s jaw—he wants to reach out and graze them. Feel the blood in his skin, under his own two palms.

Soap resigns himself to looking, and occasionally sketching. It makes him itch for color. He wants to capture it Ghost, in his golden, healthy, human glory.

Maybe it’s better though, to stay in grayscale. ‘Makes the real sight that much more precious.

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