#Arctic Warfare
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defensenow · 4 months ago
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dragynkeep · 1 year ago
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HANG ON……. for the ship bingo……….. have you gotten arctic warfare 🫡
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my blorbos ... meant to burn together for the sins of their forefathers & the eternal conflict & that need thriving even throughout all that. so good. the good shit. ✨
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gardennuggie · 26 days ago
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Hiiiiiii im still obsessed with this game <3
Based on how you can find frozen arctic troopers in great white north (and other maps..)
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weathermanpolls · 6 months ago
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Arctic Warfare Victory?!
With Ruby literally one step behind them.
Normie Ending
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gomzdrawfr · 8 months ago
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comms shenanigans
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bonus doodle for tapioca, my no.1 supporter <3
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no-one-fights-alone · 5 months ago
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persesphonestears · 1 year ago
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Saw an incorrect quote thing from @blingblong55 with the request/idea from @san-emi and it gave me a silly idea.
So here's my sorta take on the joke though all credit besides the few things I changed up belongs to the two previously tagged.
TW'S - selfharm, humour as a coping mechanism, sorta dark topic, light-hearted, [as stated below this isn't a way to make light of selfharm, I've been through it and use humour and jokes like these to help cope.]
TW - Joke contains 'dark' humour or someone/[Reader] using humour to cope with selfharm. If this is triggering for you please don't read. {nothing graphic} (This is not me making light of people who use selfharm as a coping mechanism.) !!Keep reading at your own risk!!
Gaz: so R/n, what do you do in your free time when your not 'round us lot?
R/n: oh you know, the usual, cutting myself
Gaz: huh oh cool.. *registers what they said*…wot?
Soap, head perking up: ‘aye, com again lad?
*Ghost stares[glares] hard at R/n*
R/n: a lotta sLacK *slaps knees, wheezing* gotcha all there didn’t I? Huh? Ehhhhh? *under their breath* I'm so funny
Gaz: you little shit. really?
Ghost, muttering under his breath: bloody fuckin hell
Soap: steamin' Jesus mate... *nervous laugh*
R/n: Yeah but I mean I haven't relapsed in a while! *smiling like they didn't just admit to their whole team they probably need more mandatory therapy sessions*
Everyone besides R/n: *deadpanned* oh for fucks sake.
.Minutes later.
Price: Yes Laswell, they made another one. Yes of course I've told them to stop making jokes about it. Hell, I've even given them more training when they do it yet it continues! I just- get them more therapy sessions and talk with the therapist to see what medication they should be taking.
R/n: *in Prices office with a frown/pout for being told off again*
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frogblast-the-ventcore · 10 months ago
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The British Ministry of Defence, checking to see that Accuracy International isn't just two guys in a shed: "Now, you're not just two guys in a shed with no large-scale manufacturing ability, are you?" Accuracy International (actually four guys and a girl in a shed with no large-scale manufacturing ability): "Absolutely not! We totally have a factory!" Some weeks later... MoD: "And this factory of yours we're touring... where are all the workers?" AI (having rented the factory on off-hours): "Uh... lunch break!" MoD: "... Understandable, have a nice day. Here's your contract."
Which gun is your overall favorite?
Accuracy International Precision Marksman
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rancid-references · 2 years ago
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The rifle in your pfp is the L96 AWM right?
Well, first off, you have kind of just named two different guns. The L96A1 (Precision Marksman, chambered in 7.62x51mm NATO) and the Arctic Warfare Magnum (Arctic Warfare series, chambered in .300 Winchester or .338 Lapua) are both Accuracy International sniper rifles, but the L96A1 is effectively a predecessor to the rest of the Arctic Warfare based sniper rifles.
The original cartoon's dialogue references the story of the L96A1, though the drawing seems to be based on something within the AW line; possibly an AWM, but also very likely a standard 7.62mm Arctic Warfare, given the barrel proportions.
Once again, it's the presence of a picatinny rail for the optics instead of the bespoke dovetail scope mount, as well as the shape of the back underside of the stock, that identifies this as being a later model than the L96A1.
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defensenow · 5 months ago
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Gun in the drawing is actually specifically the Accuracy International Arctic Warfare rifle (chambering uncertain, may be chambered in 7.62x51mm NATO, .300 WinMag, or .338 Lapua; chassis doesn't give much info from appearance alone, however the most likely answer is the original 7.62 variant given barrel proportions).
Somewhat ironic given the gun rant in question is about the Precision Marksman rifle (typically designated L96A1), which was the precursor to the AW series. You can tell it's an AW and not a PM / L96 because of the stock shape, particularly in the rear monopod's location and implementation, as well as the presence of a picatinny rail for the scope mount as opposed to the dovetail scope mount of the original PM.
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Serval Gun Rant
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v1x3n · 1 year ago
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᭝ ᨳଓ ՟ - TOO MUCH TO ASK?
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simon 'ghost' riley x reader ⸝⸝ navigation ୨୧ tags : angst
୨୧ synopsis : based of the Arctic Monkeys song 'too much to ask'
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Seeing her walk into the room fills me with pure confusion. I don't know why we have been like this. The smiles as she walked in the room had turned into frowns as she looked my way. Looking over at Johnny, sighing to myself. How did it come to this? Am I too quick to assume that she isn't pissed anymore? Johnny chuckles to himself, seeing the lovers disappear, "is the love no longer in bloom?" joking as he nudges me. I don't understand what's so funny. "Fuck yourself Johnny." I retort in a huff. Johnny scoffs as my mind replays the fight from before. She had pissed me off, gone out drinking with mates she knows I hate, until 2am. It was like she was trying to avoid me. 10 or 11 was fine but 2am was too far, way too late. When she came home, drunk as fuck, throwing a fuckin' tantrum, tears flowing down her pretty ass face. They played a very different tune from what we did before that morning when she wanted attention from me.
Her head red raw as Johnny makes another snarky comment, "what, did he leave you on read?" cooing through his thick accent. She storms out of the room, bringing all her anger with her, lingering some around the room. Thoughts flow through my mind as I realise it's ending. The so-called ending doesn't sound like the happiest around. My other relationships' breaking points felt like nothing compared to this. Why did it have to end? I love her. Fake chatting with Johnny before leaving after following her. Striding through the corridors to find her quarters. Taking a small breath and knocking gently on the wood of the door. "love..? can I come in..?" taking a reliefed sigh as she opens it. Sad, lonely eyes look up at me. "what?" i take a small inhale then followed by an exhale, i let myself inside and shut the door behind me. "listen, when you sobbed before-" she cuts me off," its fine simon." my..name? She had never used my name, it was always cute silly pet names until now. Fuck i had messed up big. "it's not though, is it?" I grab onto her hand, but she pulls away instantly. "it's just the fight from yesterday." It felt much more like the product of a squabble. I could see her unable to make eye contact, taking a step away from me. Noticing her lack of her usual physical contact, I know now there's a reason for it to be something more."Just leave it, Simon." grumbling through her words, looking down at her feet.
Walking away from her quarters, making it to mine, coming up with ideas for how to get the spark we had back. Bumping into Price along the way, him fastly knowing I'm feeling down. "You good, mate?"
"Yeh" I chuffed, trying to hide the fuckin' pain in my voice. "Soap told is 'bout what's been goin' on." He takes a small pause and sighs softly, hands on his hips and looking into my eyes. "would me having a small chat with her create a bother?" thinking for a moment, breathing in and out, creating a small hesitatenly nod from me. "there would be." pitiously replying. "just treat her right then." shite advice captain. Like I wasn't being nice? Price fucks off as I open my door and lay down on my bed."Oh" I grumble, taking a while to relax myself, laying my head on the pillow and trying to settle myself. Checking my phone to see if she had called. its uncertian if she had fully closed off from me yet.whether the curtain had shut for good.deciding to get myself back up, seeing as it wasnt late yet; Only 5pm. Heading down to the mess hall, seeing her. Slowly making my way up to her, nervous about the interaction. I suggest, "Wanna go to the little pub you like?"
I could see her cogs turning, almost struggling to say something, like her mouth was taped shut. She said, "See if it's still raining, I'm not dressed for it." I let out a small sigh, not knowing what her answer would be. But hearing it was different. And then "if you loved me-" And I interrupted, received a scowl and stare, but still decided to stop her there. "so no date?" she pulls me back into my room and scoffs. Obviously this was another start to yet another fight. I am so sick of being unable to love her.
The fight starts, loud groans, even louder shouting. Tears. the whole package. "Would it be outrageous to say...We're either shouting or we're shagging?" she wails from her soft lips, I tried to hold myself back, to keep my cool, but it was no use. Every time we fought, it felt like a tidal wave crashing over me, drowning me in anger and frustration."It's like we are docked in tempestuous bays" or at least that's how it felt yesterday."Why can't you just listen to me for once?" she yells, her voice piercing through my ears. She sits down on my bed, the spot of many memories. Her eyes were getting heavier. I just want to go back to the way things were.
"Would a kiss be too much to ask?" I let out a sigh, feeling the frustration building up inside of me. Without a reply, I sit next to her, gently placing my arm around her waist as she covers her face with her hands. After taking too long to reply, she tries to reply but yet again I cut her off, "its a pity." taking her hands off her face, looking over and up at me. Seeing the gloomy, dazed, unresponsive gaze she gives me, it just hit me. We can't go back. All the cute memories from the first kiss, first time, to chest touching on the back.
I guess it was all too much to ask.
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rancid-filth · 1 year ago
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no-one-fights-alone · 5 months ago
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Hey, sorry, don't mean to put you down or anything, just felt obligated to jump in since the L96 / AW line is my hyperfixation / special interest.
Gun in the top image is, funnily enough, not the L96A1 at all, which was the original weapon described in the text in the image. The image is of a full Arctic Warfare series rifle, likely an Arctic Warfare Magnum going by the fluted barrel (chambered in .300 Winchester Magnum or .338 Lapua Magnum depending on internals). The gun in the image has a picatinny rail for mounting optics as well as a folding stock with monopod; both of which are features absent on the original L96A1, which had a dovetail scope mount instead of a rail (for a consistent scope zero when disassembled and reassembled), never had a folding stock variant produced (to my knowledge), and had a fairly different stock shape.
Definitely a Sten Mk. II (chambered in 9x19mm Parabellum) in the second image, though. And yes, the main remarkable attribute of the Sten was that it could be manufactured with no specialized machine tools. It was also not originally referred to as a "submachine gun" (even though it is, don't get me wrong!) because the term wasn't really coined yet (starting with the Thompson SMG), and was instead referred to by the British as a "machine carbine" instead.
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