#(it’s the holiday season y’all~)

[robiinurheart33]

Haha wouldn’t it be so weird if when soap was taken and brainwashed he was constantly being compared to this soldier named “ghost” haha

Anyways explicit descriptions of psychological torture and violent intrusive thoughts under the cut

He would be beaten and berated constantly. why wasn’t he stronger than ghost, why wasn’t he faster, more skilled, better, stealthier, healthier.

Ghost could’ve done better in worse conditions.

Ghost has done better in worse conditions.

Why was soap not better even after all this?

It drove him up the wall, the way he would wonder who he was, seething and bleeding by the lip. After all that he’s gone though, all that he’s endured, everything.

Why wasn’t be better? Why can he never, ever be better?

They drove his sanity to the ground, spat and kicked at it until there was nothing but a shell of who he once was, and rebuilt it to fit their ideals. Soap couldn’t remember who he was before this, before the experiments. He couldn’t think, do, say anything without being ordered to do so by someone else.

Some days, soap would pull on the thin stripe down his scalp, eager to find some semblance of control over himself, even if it were pain. He would always get punished.

“It was the only thing he can and will recognise him by.”

“Ghost likes that on you.”

It made him hate the Mohawk even more.

He hates Ghost. He was sick of it. He was done waiting. He was done being compared to. He was done with being second to him. He wanted to pull him apart limb from limb, feel the hot blood spill over his teeth and he rips his throat apart, hear the sickening crunch of his neck being twisted, feel the smooth muscle of his skin ripple and tremble in fear of the one that he was supposedly supposed to be stronger than. Soap will never, ever get anything else in his life but the pure, white-hot rage of revenge. He maybe thinks this had lingered on since he was younger, before everything. It felt like an old friend, more so than his other emotions.

His first mission.

He will be better. He will be better. He will be the best. He will be good. This might be his only shot. This is. He will be the best. He will succeed. He will not fail. He will not fail. He will not fail. He will not fail. He will not fail. He will not fail.

He runs into ghost.

At first, he didn’t know who he was. Soap was in a room with a few others, guns up and masks drawn, ready to shoot anyone who tries to come into the room. They had been infiltrated, and soap wasn’t told more than that. He didn’t really need to know more. Shoot the hostiles, keep people safe. Suddenly, bullets start to rain from outside the door, and soon enough, more and more bodies start hitting the floor. Soap does not panic. He hides behind a bookshelf, waiting.

A big ass motherfucker in a skull mask walks into the room and it looks like the shadows are warping to his presence. Soap does not panic. He reaches for the knife strapped to his thigh, flicking it up and holding it ready. He waits patiently until he stalks near the bookshelf, tightening his grip on the knife. They make eye contact, and through the skull mask stained with blood, he can see jet black eyes staring at him in shock. Death incarnate. Soap does not panic.

“Joh-”

Soap quickly slips out of his hiding spot, wrapping a forearm over his neck and attempting to jab the knife right into his socket. He feels a hand grip tightly onto his forearm, and he goes weightless. All the air escapes his lungs as his back slams against the floor, his head spinning. He screams at himself to get up, fight, be better, before he hears the familiar crackle of a radio.

“Ghost, how copy?”

Ghost.

This is Ghost.

Ghost just fucking flipped him.

Soap does not panic. He does not panic but he feels a chill go down his spine as he sees red, scrambling back up onto his feet. The adrenaline starts to kick in now, and he lunges at him, ripping the radio off his vest and slamming it on the floor. He’s not completely sure why he did that, but in all fairness soap feels like he’s losing his goddamn mind, if his captors haven’t done so already. He punches Ghost, wincing slightly as his knuckle hit the cheekbone corner of his stupid skull mask. Soap starts to reach for his gun before Ghost punches back, hitting the mask clean off his face, pushing his back to the floor, one hand on his wrists. Soap starts to get really agitated now. After everything that he’s gone through, he’s still not good enough to beat ghost. He still hasn’t improved. He hasn’t gone anywhere. He makes eye contact with Ghost and is slightly taken aback when he is reflected with an equally crazed stare.

“Johnny.”

What the fuck?

Soap doesn’t say anything. Ghost’s eyes are brown, not black. Why hasn’t be killed him yet? Why isn’t Soap struggling? Ghost has blonde eyelashes.

“Where have you been?” To soap’s absolute horror, those brown eyes start to become glossy. He flinches back as if he’s been hit, and grits his teeth. No shit, he’s been here the whole time, where else is he supposed to be?

Soap surges forward and headbutts him in hopes of him letting go. He doesn’t, and it makes soap all the more dizzier, more frustrated. Why isn’t he fucking dead already? He squeezes his eyes shut, trying to get his mind right.

“Johnny. Johnny.” Can he just shut the fuck up? It’s getting increasingly hard to concentrate for some reason. Shit. He feels overly exposed without the mask, feeling his body temperature rising steadily.

“Stop calling me that!” he growls out, twisting out of his grip and punching his across the face. The twisted skull mask looks almost comical out of place, but he can still see those eyes. Ghost’s hand comes to cup his cheek, and soap flinches back. His eyes look like Soap just mauled his puppy right in front of him. It makes him freeze in place, head awkwardly hovering between the floor and Ghost.

Images of blood spilling and needles, dirt and coffins fill his head, the sound of a neck snapping, gagging, screams and whimpers. Hands on him, eyes on him, never letting go. Stay. Soap snaps back into place, grabbing the mask and twisting it up, covering Ghost’s eyes. He quickly gets his other hand free and pushes ghost off him, sprinting out of the room.

“Wait-!” Is all he hears before flying down the corridor, back to safety, back to where it’s familiar, where he always is, where he always will be.

Loyalty has always been Soap’s best trait.

[mischiefbuckley]

3 hours of sleep and read up on the 6 theory before starting work (lmao still at work but it’s slow rn) since that was the newest theory now on everything and honestly my new favorite theory in regards to season 8 and the buddie of it all so I’ll be claiming time stamp 25:33 for episode 6

[squid-nerds]

thinking about the gorls

[luuxxart]

it’s still Christmas here and I got eggnog so guess what it’s peggnog time baby and what better way to celebrate than drawin some thieves 🎄

[ann1e-on-earth]

Tmrw is Halloween AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH

[buildoblivion]

Kings in the North

[houseofthepigeon]

Happy Holidays!!! 🏹🐉☠️🧜‍♀️👯‍♀️🐢☘️🧀

[iliveinprocrasti-nationn]

grief will haunt you like a ghost attached to your back, forever looking over your shoulder with its influence tainting every memory. if you even care

[pkmn-smashorpass]

Merry day for everyone!

I know some people don't celebrate Christmas (or hanukkah or another holiday) but i hope your day goes great nonetheless!

Also happy birthday to you!

-🌵

Happy holiday season to everyone!!! Even if that just means the upcoming new year!!! And thank you ❤️

[seyoonlgc]

12 days of Christmas! The Kim Seyoon edition 🎄

WENJUN On the first day of Christmas, the Seyoon sent to you

A massive box of maple sugar tea

(Because he's from Canada!)

SEUNGHYUN On the second day of Christmas, the Seyoon sent to you

Mismatching gloves

(Knitted and fuzzy, one is green & the other is purple)

MAX On the third day of Christmas, the Seyoon sent to you

Giant gingerbread man

(Be grateful, this is one of the more normal items on this list)

YOOJOON On the fourth day of Christmas, the Seyoon sent to you

A random staring nerd

(Since setting you up with a girl didn't work, he's now trying to matchmake you with a good-looking dude he found online)

ROWON On the fifth day of Christmas, the Seyoon sent to you

FIVE FRENCH ONION RINGS!

(What do you mean they look weird? They are just slightly misshaped, I am sure they taste delicious. Come on, hyung, just one bite, ahhh~)

MILAN On the sixth day of Christmas, the Seyoon sent to you

Rosary beads for praying

(Along with a note that says hey lil sister nun, since you are still close with God, can you ask him to forgive all my sins LOL thanks)

YUXI On the seventh day of Christmas, the Seyoon sent to you

A fic you should only be skimming

(It's Ichika x Yuxi & something about vampires)

YIRAN On the eighth day of Christmas, the Seyoon sent to you

Flowers that started wilting

(He left the bouquet on his desk a little too long oops)

HYUNTAE On the ninth day of Christmas, the Seyoon sent to you

Music box of deer prancing

(The song is Deck the Halls!)

HAEMIN On the tenth day of Christmas, the Seyoon sent to you

A dark figure a-creeping

(Surprise! He sent you himself~ What do you mean he shouldn't have scared you like that? How could your cute dongsaeng be scary?)

SORI On the eleventh day of Christmas, the Seyoon sent to you

Some mulled wine for sipping

(Drink up, drink up~ Then maybe we'll get a kiss again!)

YUJIN On the twelfth day of Christmas, the Seyoon sent to you

A video of him whistling

(Your debut song! He's actually not bad at it - are you impressed?)

[kristhekrispy]

why did my grandma call me just to tell me she got drunk and hungover.

[seoulmatez]

the suna fam’s holiday pajamas this year — suna is dressed as a reindeer, little miss kiyo is santa, i am an elf! she’s up on his shoulders while we decorate the tree, how cute 🎄

[noramoons]

i live

[thebigshotman]

Winter and colder temperatures have come to Castle Town, and although there’s a particularly strong breeze this afternoon a Christmas carol can be heard on the wind from a slightly ajar apartment window. It’s the Addisons apartment.

Saffron’s broken out his violin and Navy his piano for the first time since arriving here, and they’re playing Somewhere in my Memory. Coral’s singing, but it’s not carried away like the instruments are. Meanwhile, Clem is smiling begrudgingly and enjoying a smoke. The Christmas shopping scene has arrived for them, too, and what better way to celebrate than jamming together?

They’re all secretly thinking about Spamton, though, as well, of course.

[x0401x]

“the payment was sent back to the sender because you have manually chosen to refuse it”

no the fuck i did not

[coffinshippingluvr]

Omg on tumblr at Christmas 3am challenge (not clickbait) (cops called🚔🚔🚔) (pants pissed) (GONE WRONG!!!😱)

also currently waiting for bernard and curtis to come down the chimney/j