#and 09 ghost

[ineffable-me4004]

Humans were never meant to exist (Yap session)

Some of the most tragic homes I've seen were merely a shelter, something to fend against the elements, and nothing more. It leads me to wonder which is the real tragedy? Is it being forced to abandon what we could've been, our morals, or whatever It may be to simply survive? Is it a tragedy when it is no longer an option to live but a choice to not die? Is that the real tragedy? The loss of desire? The lack of want? The right to live being taxed? In which all that remains is need? Though there isn't a loss or lack of desire, is there? It is surely there but neglected out of necessity; all that remains is unfulfilled longing. The tragedy, which is our system that ensures we no longer need to be animals, we no longer need to survive and hunt and defend, that we can be civilized, continues to fail? And oftentimes on purpose. What is wrong? What is wrong with this system? What is wrong with those who made it? Is that not a question we often find ourselves asking? What is wrong?

What is wrong with the brain? The body? The systems and the histories and the children and the economy and environment! What is wrong with it all! With me! With them! Is that not why we create science and philosophy and religion? to figure out what is wrong with it all? And do we not categorize to determine what is right? Maybe not; I am not a scientist, nor am I a philosopher, and I'm certainly not religious. I think. It's surface leveled of me to simply say it is about the wrong with our world. I know better, I know that it is also about our curiosity, our seemingly never-ending hunger for understanding. But bear with me. Isn't it something we often find ourselves asking? What is sin? What is immoral? What is the issue, the problem, what is wrong? And we have a variety of answers to choose from. We've had a millennium to decide for ourselves, to pose the question. I sometimes wonder if we are what's wrong? Is the common denominator simply us? Humans? Are we always trying to discover what is wrong because we know intuitively that we are simply wrong as a species? Humans were never meant to exist. We Were a 1 in a million chance. Is that perhaps the problem? Is it simply that nothing we do or think or feel will ever be right because our mere existence was wrong, and flawed and parasitic to begin with? Are humans just inherently wrong? But wait--my mother told me that by saying we were "never meant to exist" would imply there is an order, that there is some code, something that predetermines existence. Life, What is meant to be, and what is right. That statement would imply something fateful. If we were never "meant" to exist, then why do we? If there is some divine set of rules and codes determining the privilege and curse of existence, why did it mess up? Am I wrong? Perhaps I'll never be right if this is the case.

[amikoroyaiart]

I will never get tired of drawing them kissing

[yooo-lets-go]

Not made to last

[aidenlydia]

My beloved autism creature... MacTavish always keeps him from exploding, they don't call him a demolitions expert for nothing

[tsuchigomu]

Seriously. I love 2009 simon riley so much. I love his droopy blue eyes, his cursing, his voice, his youthfulness, his baclava and sunglasses. everything about him screams biker boyfriend. He deserves so much more attention… HIS BLUE EYES ARE SO……. not to mention he looks adorably high. Maybe i’m just a sicko for droopy eyes. HE LOOKS SO TIRED! They remind me of a puppy and i’m not sure if i’m going crazy or what. HE’S JUST SO ADORABLE DAWG I CANT…beefy ghost is cute too, but 09 ghost js gives me the tall handsome, well-built biker boy. Why did they have to do him like that bro…. (Pics not mine)

[shatshay]

Scary season is now bitches

commision me

[baohanhanesel]

I bring you 09 Ghoap

[meowmeowriley]

Current TF 141 wakes up in the OG universe, in their OG bodies.

For Price, not much is different, though he feels older, his facial hair is wrong, and his voice is less destroyed by years of smoking. At least the facial hair is fixable. Grumpy about his now aching more than ever back, he makes his way to his office and starts looking into his own file as well as those of his teammates.

For Soap, though he'd never admit it, he feels like he got an upgrade. A scar over his left eye and a squarer jaw, coupled with his apparent promotion, as those around him have been falling him Captain since he left his room, have him practically preening. Opening his mouth reveals a voice not quite as low, and more accented, which he can (has to) live with.

Ghost is pissed. Not only is he now downgraded to his old balaclava, rip 20+ custom skull plate masks, he thinks, but he's also lost several centimeters of altitude. As he makes his way towards Captain Price's office it become increasingly clear that in this universe, him stalking through the base like an angry wet cat is common, as no one bats an eye and several men toss him a decently cheery "hey Lt!" as he goes. Being forced to look up to see Soap, who apparently outranks him now, fills him with the urge to put his fist through something. Perhaps a computer monitor.

Gaz is having an awful time. Not only did he wake up in a body that most definitely isn't his, but the men at the gate tried to arrest him because apparently in this universe, and isn't that a fucking wild thought, the operator known as Gaz is dead. He had to sneak in after losing the guards, at least he was still a highly skilled soldier. He snuck up to the window of Price's office, and could hear 3 unfamiliar voices from within. After eavesdropping for a moment he surmised that it was his team, in the exact same predicament as himself. He wasn't alone. Thank fuck. Climbing through the window was the quickest option, but had him tossed back against a wall by some little guy in a skull mas- Ghost?

"Who the fuck are you?" Small Ghost spits up at him.

"I'm Gaz." He replies, admittedly miserably.

Ghost relents, but hesitantly. "Why are you white?"

"Why are you short?" Gaz shoots back without thinking.

A much larger Soap than Gaz is used to lunges forward to restrain Ghost, stopping him from presumably fileting Gaz for his cheek.

[wispscribbles]

THIS SON. hhhhhhh THIS SONG.

REMINDS ME OF GHOST AND SOAP.

I was listening to it and nearly started TEARINF out my hair I need to go to

sleep

u are so correct. they find each other in every life. they make me ill

[dtfpeta]

‘09 ghost has been on my mind lately. I just see him as such a domestic man and doting lover! Very chivalrous and a “That’s my wife!” mentality fs.

Wouldn’t forgive himself if you were to open your own passenger door after a date, and prior to that he was practically leaping over the hood of the car to open the door before you got out. Tsking at you as he takes your hand and walks you to the entrance of y’all’s favorite chain restaurant because you best believe he’s splurging with an appetizer and dessert. “Anythin’ for my girl” he’d smile.

And on the very rare occasion that he has the day off but you’re the one stuck at work, your stress almost instantly vanishes when an assault of lemon scented cleaner and bleach fills your senses. Ghost definitely enjoys wearing the pants in the relationship but damn does he take the role of malewife seriously. The house would be cleaned from head to toe, a stick of incense burning (because he appreciates their stress reducing aroma), and burgers resting in the microwave. Because if he's one thing but a lovestruck man it's the king of the grill.

And when he's on deployment during the cold, dead of night- the thoughts he procures of you barely hold a flame to the actual warmth you could provide him. The cheesily posed polaroid of you he begged to take burns a hole in his pocket and his hands claw to retrieve it. A pining sigh being breathed from him as his palm comes to rub at his brow. Finally, he begins to warm up now that his thoughts are plagued of you and how he can spoil you when he gets back home.

[mactavishenjoyer]

09' Ghost, into his radio: "ROACH! ROACH! WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU!?? RESPOND!"

09' soap:"how the hell is he going to respond when he can't fucking talk!"

09' Ghost :"he'll make someone else do it"

09' soap: "that's the stupidest thing I have heard all day."

A random man over their radios :"EAST HALLWAY! PLEASE I HAVE A WIFE AND KI-"*gunshot*

09' Ghost, with heart eyes:"see, I told you!"

09' Soap:

[amikoroyaiart]

'Promise me'

[yooo-lets-go]

Blade Runner 2049 ghostsoap anyone?

[aidenlydia]

Bear soap…… yeah.. 💕

[pippynsworld]

Local cryptid and reporter Sanderson on the scene

[alkern]