#roach plays lads

[cvntroach5000]

snowyblobbu has a car?? he can drive???

[rafayels-left-buttcheek]

LADS Guys and Their Irrational Fears

His biggest fear would literally be insomnia. Bro would be afraid of NOT being able to nap.

Lock him in a room? He's fine with it. Snakes? Fine. Take away his nap time? HELL NO

He can do without a little sleep, but he would die without the sweet release of his dreams.

He does not play with the Russian sleep experiments, that literally is his nightmare fuel.

Don't even go mentioning the dentist in front of this man. Let him enjoy his sweets in peace.

He flosses and brushes, of course. He is a man of proper hygiene after all.

He's eating a cookie and feels a stabbing pain? Just his imagination, more sweets will fix it.

He REFUSES to have some person digging in his mouth and telling him what he can and can't eat. He knows best, he's a doctor.

Sweets are good for you, dentists are just nosy.

He would rather drop dead than ever have to deal with a cockroach.

ESPECIALLY tree roaches. One flies on his shoulder? His soul has literally ascended.

Bro would use his evol and even destroy his own clothes after.

"Burn this...that THING touched it."

Would be paranoid of his house having roaches so you know that shit is clean as hell.

He ever sees a roach even near your house, he is never coming over again. There was a roach outside crawling on the building? You better call an extermination team cuz HELL NO.

Besides his irrational fear/rivalry with cats...this man is afraid of flying.

Don't even mention an airplane around him cuz the answer is no. He has had to fly on planes but he was DEFINITELY not happy about it. Ask Thomas...and the indentions in his arm from Rafayel clawing at him.

Fly like a bird... yeah no. This man is a proud fish and the sea is where he will stay.

If his body even feels any kind of motion like flying, that's it he's getting sick.

This man hates Clowns.

You can see it in his eyes every time you mention going to a fair or amusement park.

He laughs but one wrong move and he's punching a clown. It's on SIGHT.

It honestly started after he watched Killer Klowns in Outer Space when you guys were younger. He loved space but if that's what was out there? HELL NAH.

Those 2016 clown sightings? Yeah, his gun was by his side in the vehicle. He personally had to drive you everywhere.

Constantly reminds you not to trust mimes either.

[whateverdraws1008]

Price: *playing with marbles*

Roach: *staring*

Price: .... *Noticed*

Roach: ...my grandpa used to play with these.

Price: marbles, you mean.

Roach: yeah.

Price: hm..

Roach: ... 💧

Price: ...ya know how to play?

Roach: i- sir, no sir.

Price: c'mere.

Roach: ... ❓

Price: i'll teach ya.

Roach: ...❗

Price: Attention now lad, i wont explain twice..

[anonmousegosqueak]

The results are in! Out of FOUR votes, FOUR of 'em said Gaz is a cat now.

Gatorrick, joins the team with Pawk, Meowtavish, and Goost!

I'll be making another little pixel animation for the update, I've also got some headcannons below the cut! Also, I found a buncha pictures of cats online for Soap and Gaz sooo... Enjoy?

Soap:

First two are coat colors, the second two are his dumb little kitty mohawk.

While yes, this is a hybrid au, I just also wanted an example of if he was full cat. Medium fluffy, choncky lad, 100% based on a cat I met at a cat-café once and fell in love with. He's a bit of a brick but he's soft and loves you. Besides, the thicker the skull, the more he can ram it into your leg when begging for pets!

Gaz:

So brown cats are actually pretty rare, I couldn't really find images for what I'm thinking. I think he's very... Smooth. Despite having similar fur length to Soap, his is a lot more shiny and makes for a much sleeker look. The third image (bottom left) is the closest to what I imagine. The fourth image is just funny and I imagine it's the kinda photo Roach has for blackmail material. Also he has very soft beans, very dainty.

HEAD CANNON TIME :D

So very similar to the og post, lots of the points still stand

Agile, chirpy, Laswell's adopted kitten, cute, should not be in the sky, ect.

But noww!

Definitely a stray/alley cat

The kind that comes to your house for dinner, spends the day inside and lounging in sunbeams, but during the night is on roofs and fighting random stray dogs.

Always comes back though

Has the most freedom because of that, Price knows he can set him out and Gaz will return with a tasty mouse and a job well done

Also- sneaky

Mans does stealth, YOU'VE SEEN HIM IN THE GHILLIE SUIT

I think he has one of those crunchy ahh meows, the one that sounds like the cat has been smoking five packs a day for fifteen years (see: Zuko)

But doesn't mind a nice warm lap and some scratches behind the ear

Also- absolutely gets into scraps and play fights with Soap

(He's also one of those cats with a kissable nogin, yn? Like you see that boy and are like "yup. that cat needs a smooch on the forehead.")

[beescrafting]

Punk Rock 1F1

RANDOM FUCKING AU TO WRITE ABOUT WHILE WRITING OTHER SHIT mwHAHAH

I know this thought has been explored by so many people, so many wonderful writers, so many wonderful artists, but I wanna hit it with my own spunky side! :D

I want to thank @gomzdrawfr for helping with these deranged ramblings and thoughts and offering her taste on outfits, and lore dribbles, I absolutely would not have found stuff that clicked without her.

Now this post might seem a bit rambly, that's because it is me rambling a lot with idea's for a later date while I explain what I currently have.

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Price is an old retired artist trying to recreate a past band with four new boys.

Ghost is a metal rock singer; his deep, growling voice and ability to scream are truly remarkable.

Soap- a pretty face and one for theater-like plays, he's the guitarist, a lead singer as well. Punk rock artist if you would with his mohawk.

Gaz has the prettiest face you've ever seen. He plays the drums because he's got the beat, and he provides background singing.

Roach- 2nd guitarist, more in the background, fans love him for his silent nature but his abilty to truly bring the group together. Sometimes price joins them on stage to, just for old times sake... his deepish voice and slow nature truly making the crowd go wild.

Laswell is their general manager or producer.

Raven, well she's their number one fan... and also the merch producer funny enough! (she's the reason why theirs so much Price merch around still)

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How the band started out was from Ghost, Soap, Gaz, and Roach playing from pubs or bars if you would, they started out through that... And that's how Price and Laswell found out about them, they went to drinking one night for old times sake only to be met by these four... and I quote from Price: "These muppets do have some talent..." and the rest is history!

Price and Laswell approched the four young rock stars, giving them an offer, Gaz was the only one to really recognize Price... we'll get into why later.

They agreed to the offer and joined Price and Laswell at the farm Price owns after his retirement, and started on their path to becoming a popular rock punk band!

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The band history:

johnny was a run away teen who met gaz, roach, and ghost a fellow bunch of mess ups who are trying to start up a band, they work hard together before price and laswell takes interest in them..

the reason why johnny is a run away, his parents are heavily catholic and found out he was gay and liked "the devils music" leading to heavy punishments until he ran away. Age during this time: 19-20 the youngest member

Ghost, well his father is a drunkard who abused him so he hides behind the mask to get away from that, he had his mother before she died from his fathers hands... his brother later over dosed from drugs after his wife and kid died to a car crash... ghost finds comfort in the rock music that helped block out his fathers screaming. Age during this time: 29 the oldest member.

Gaz, he has supportive parents who have always been there for him, he loved rock music since a young lad, looking up to price and other artist leading him on this path, meeting ghost and roach before they found soap... Age during this time: 25, second youngest

Roach, he was also from an abusive home, no one really cared about the kids, it wasn't always physical abuse, but the neglect and emotional abuse that lead him to be mostly mute, but playing the guitar lead him to find his voice along side his mates. Age during this time: 26 second oldest.

Price, he is an old retired rockstar from the band Smoke and Love. After his band was disbanded, breaking up due to an asshole who ruined their band (cough cough, shepherd, cough) he bought a farm and vanished from the musical scene. Laswell an old friend turned music producer still talks to him, as well as Nikolai his oldest and only bandmate left. Current Age: 47

Kate Laswell, she is a popular music producer who knows when someones going to be a hot take. Take it from being friends with one of Englands biggest bands since The beetles and Rolling stones. She's been friends with Price since before the start of his career, they use to be college friends after all! She moved here for college and hasn't left, its also how she met her wife! Current Age: 43

~(other characters to be added on a later post)~

Now that we've finished the lore, ages, backstories in some pace lets move onto the clothing.

Price-

Price, he (as Gomz said) gives leather feels in this rockstar place, and I can't help but agree from my previous thoughts! Leather fits him way better then what I had thought of originally!

And yes, Price did have long hair, and he still did at the start of PUNK 1F1... its just that.. well..

price: +honk snuuu old man nap+

cigar: WEEE

Gaz, Ghost, Soap, Roach: +Finding price on fire+ "PRICEEEEEEEEEEEEEE"

price: +sNORK-+ "HUH!?"

And thats how Price lost his long hair for a short buzz... they had to explain what had happened after merch sales went down... and after a new poster of Price looking sad at a 'no smokeing' sign showed up in the living room... (merch sales went up straight away after that)

I love how Gomz drew Price for this though, https://www.tumblr.com/gomzdrawfr/771081801989046272/hm-im-considering-it-retired-rock-star-price-turn?source=share

they really made this whole thought and idea process actually become something more then a one off thought.

Ghost-

Ghost still of course will have his skull mask on, it makes merch sales a lot better for some reason! (ART WILL BE PROVIDED IN A LATER POST, I JUST HAVEN'T GOTTEN TO REALLY DRAWING THEM THE BRAIN CELL HAS GONE TO WRITING AND NOT DRAWING!) Ghost is still dramatic in his blackened outfits of course, we love a theater kid vibe of course, but he's not the most dramatic.

His mask isn't like fully taking up his face, its more like up on the nose area, meaning his lips and smiles can be seen...

And this is also done so his voice can be heard, and also so when he is up on stage he can make out with the others. (this will be explained and explored further in another post.)

When it comes to merch sales, Price may be first but Ghost and Soap are in a strong second-place stand. (idk maybe I'll make a voting poll to see what you all think)

Gaz-

Gaz is the most dramatic out of the bunch, the most fashionable and dashing member, he is the drummer in the back so to make up for it, he's the fashion boy.

He has multiple different outfits, and each concert has him in a new outfit, compared to Soap, Ghost, Price, and Roach who have a set amount. People love it, the amount of merch, the posters, hell even the fucking calendars sell a bit better with his mass wears!

I'm giving gaz the love he needs >:[

(Art will be provided in a different post)

Roach-

Roach has goggles on as well as some antenna to go with his outfit, the fun part of this band is that each member has a completely different clothing vibe, different tune, but together it makes something amazing and different. Roach keeps in tune with some of the vibes, the vibes of having something skeleton themed with his outfit but its in his own touch just like everyone else. Roach has different names on the stage, from Bug, Roachy, HOLY SHIT ITS THE MUTE BOY, etc.

(Art will be provided in a different post)

Soap-

Soap has so much going on, yet not so much as well, he's just amazing... I got some doodles of him for this which can describe him better then What I can now.

He's also the only one I got a draft doodle of currently as of this date.

Kate Laswell-

Her outfits from the game are so fucking perfect, I love that for her, so that's what she wears here as well.

Other Character outfits coming at a later date...

All in all, this is all that I currently have for this, their will be more to come like random little bits of funny interaction between the band, them facing off against The Shadows and Kortac some rival bands... I have a lot planned for this, a lot of it is going to be written... But I will draw some bits.

[blu3-ja3]

Please note I'm not good at writing drama, I can write tension all day but drama isn't my strongest so I'm trying.

Also learned some Irish slang from a friend so hopefully I wrote it well.

!TRIGGER WARNING! Minor Violence, Manipulative Ex, Cheating, Panic Attack, Domestic Abuse.

Temporary leave was making the 141 jittery, Soap was sitting next to Ghost watching Roach and Gaz playing with Ripley (Roach's dog). Soap has a sketch book on his lap, the page was filled with sketches of Gaz, Roach and Ripley, one sketch of Ghost's side profile. The two men looked up as two people walked towards them, neither of them soldiers. MacTavish could feel Ghost tensing next to him as the figures approached. One was a tall brunette man and the other was a short ginger woman.

"Hello lads, got a question for ya? Have either of you seen Maevis O'Connor, gotta talk to her." The taller man asked looking only at MacTavish, he seemed pretty miffed but trying to seem friendly.

"And who are you, to Doc?" Ghost rumbles.

"That's not your concern, mate. We know she's here, we just want to chat." The taller man glared at Ghost.

"Sorry mate but we don't know where the good doctor is, if I see her I'll let her know you two are looking for her. So I'll ask again who are you?" MacTavish tensed knowing the tone Ghost was using wasn't one of a kind intent.

"JOHN PRICE!" The short ginger woman shouted as Captain Price stepped around the building walking towards Gaz and Roach. Price turned as the brunette man began to charge towards the captain. Ghost got up quickly moving towards the stranger charging his captain. The tall man towered over the captain glaring down at him with hatred.

"Where is she, John? Where's my wife?" The tall man hissed.

"Shes your ex wife you muppet, you couldn't keep your pecker out of some slag while Maevis was pregnant with your son." Price glare at the women as he said the last bit. "I don't know where she is, sorry mate."

"It was a mistake John, we just want to see Maevis. I know she's here." The ginger woman pleaded.

Soap felt awkward hearing the conversation but didn't want to leave Ghost's side. He looked over and watched Gaz and Roach begin to approach with Ripley.

"A mistake that lasted 2 years Bridget? Then you went and slagged off about Maevis during the divorce. You're stupid if you think I'll tell you where she is." Captain Price growled, his fist balling up at his side.

" We just want to see her John, we'll leave right after." The woman, Bridget moved to touch Price's arm before Ghost's hand shot out and grabbed her arm. The man grabbed Ghost by shoulder shoving him back. Ghost released the woman as the man started wailing on Ghost. The lieutenant never once threw a punch either blocking or dodging the punches.

" FOR FECK SAKES OLIVER! STOP!" They all turned to see O'Connor running towards them. She grabbed the man ripping him away from Ghost and shoving him against the outside wall.

"Here for 5 minutes and already beating up my soldiers, not a good look Ollie." Price rumbles as he moves to get in front of O'Connor. Doc turns to glare at Bridget as she moves to comfort Oliver.

"What do you snakes want? I thought I made myself well clear I don't want to see either of your faces didn't I?" O'Connor was shaking, she was shaking hard. Soap wanted to hug her, comfort her the way she'd comforted all of them.

"We heard you were on leave, got blown up and didn't even bother to call your father?" Oliver seemed so smug. MacTavish watched Price move before O'Connor put a hand up to stop him.

" I've told you, Dad, and everyone who acted a fool at William's funeral, that you will never hear from me again! I meant it, so why after a year have you come to talk Oliver?" O'Connor had stepped forward getting into the man's face.

"Maeve, love, we came because you were hurt. Baby girl I wanted to call but I couldn't get through. Please I know you have leave, come home. You're Da misses, Bridget misses you, I miss you." Oliver says as he steps closer and moves to put his hand on her hips. Soap moved before thinking, grabbing the man's hand before it could touch her. It seems Ghost had the same instinct as he had the man's other hand. "Oi, Maeve, mind calling off your hounds? Really boys can't handle a bloke touching his las?"

" I'm not your las, Oliver, and I'm not going back to that house. Not until I get my apologies." O'Connor looks to her sister before stepping back forcing both men to drop their holds.

"I told you Maeve it was an accident! It was only meant to be once" Bridget yelled

"Two years, Bridg, two. The two years I came crying about my love life, telling you my suspicions. Telling you about my fertility issues and asking how to fix things with him. Telling you how I was worried he was cheating, seeing another behind my back. You know what you told me? It was impossible, Oliver loved me too much to cheat. So I stayed with his manky ass, then got the wonderful news..." O'Connor was shaking again and this time MacTavish placed a hand on her shoulder, hoping it brought some comfort.

"Only for you to show up and announcing you were also expecting from my husband. Had the gall to say it was a good thing, we could be a happy family together. Had the nerve to ask if I'd be willing to let you move in with me. You got mad at me when I left in tears, saying I ruined your day, YOUR DAY? You ruined my life." Tears were rolling down O'Connor's face.

"And then you had the nerve to question every step and choice I made when Will came. You had no right, none, putting me through all that you did. I should have cut contact long ago, but I didn't because I wanted William to have his family. Only for that family to make a mockery of his funeral. So no I won't be coming with you. Now feck off and I don't ever want to hear from you again." O'Connor turned around and they boys split letting her move pass. Bridget was crying it seemed but it wasn't noticed or cared for.

"Maevis! Look at me!" Oliver called out as he pushed up behind her. She kept walking

"Maevy baby please, I just want to talk." He got in front of her walking backwards.

"Maevis, I'm just asking for one chat it's not that difficult so stop making this difficult!" He stopped directly in front of her path, she didn't stop and just pushed past him rather hard.

"Oi! Cunt! I'm talking to your slag ass now listen to me!" He turned around and grabbed her arm, yanking her hard backwards. O'Connor yelped in surprise and pain. (She's still recovering from their previous mission where she severely hurt her back and ribs.)

Before Oliver could do or say anything, all five of the 141 men were on him. Ghost grabbed the man by his hair pulling him back with help from Price and Gaz who had him by his arms. Roach got between O'Connor and him with Ripley barking and growling furiously at his side. Soap had O'Connor behind him before turning to check on her.

"Don't touch my Captain ever again if you want to keep your hands." Ghost growled.

"I'd listen to the man Oliver, he's not the one for empty threats." Price warned.

All three men let go of him as O'Connor moved forward towards the man. "Leave, I have nothing for you. Go feck the bitch of a woman who was my sister and leave me alone! The only connection we had to each other is gone! William would have never been there if he wasn't waiting for your sorry ass to actually step up and be a father! This man was more of a father to him than you were!" She screamed as she pointed towards Price.

"That's not fair and you know it. I was distracted and I couldn't get there in time!" Oliver countered. "And if he was such a father to William why wasn't he at the funeral?" He looked almost smug when asking that question.

CRACK!

O'Connor slapped the man hard enough that he stumbled to the ground.

"More than you ever will, now get the feck out of my sight, both of yous!" She spat breathing heavily. She turned and marched away being followed by the rest of 141.

They all moved into Price's office it was the closest private place for them to talk. O'Connor was not doing well, she was shaking, tears were streaming down her face and she was breathing really fast. Soap knew what a panic attack was, he remembers his oldest sister getting them a lot when he was a child. He has no idea what to do when she collapses into a crouch, her hands on her head. She was whispering and rocking back and forth. Price crouched in front and grabbed her hands.

"Maevis breathe, he's not going to hurt you. He can't hurt you. You've got to calm down or you'll make yourself sick." He smiled softly as O'Connor looked up to all of them.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. I don't know why I thought I'd never see him again. I have no reason to see him again. I'm sorry..." She looked towards Ghost and fresh tears began to run down her face,

" Your arms Simon... Jesus, Mary, and Joseph, I'm so sorry." Soap looked over towards Ghost and saw several bruises blooming across his forearms .

"It's fine Doc, I'm fine I promise... Are you alright that bastard grabbed you pretty hard." Ghost asked and Soap could hear the concern he tried to hide.

O'Connor seemed to just register something, she gasped in pain as she tried to move her arm. She looked around to all of them studying their faces.

"Does anyone know how to reset an arm? I think my arm is out of socket." She grimaced as felt around the area in question.

"Sit down Doc, do you want something to bite onto?" Ghost asked, moving towards her as she sat in Price's chair. O'Connor shook her head no and just sat waiting. Ghost placed a hand on shoulder, then another of her elbow before making a rapid movement and popping her arm back into the socket.

"Please tell me we have full permission to beat that bastard's ass if he shows up again?" Gaz asked looking at Price.

"I won't stop you." O'Connor said shrugging her arm and rotating it. Price looked at her shocked before she continued. "I'm tired of him picking fights with you John and your men, Simon wasn't the first soldier he attacked and he's always going to try to pick a fight with you. So yes if you see Oliver you can throw the first punch I won't stop you." O'Connor looked tired.

"Will you patch us up?" Ghost asked

"Always, you're my boys. No matter how you get hurt I'll be there to patch you back up." O'Connor smiled looking around at all of them. "Thank you for defending me, I'm not sure how differently that would have gone but I know it wouldn't have been pretty."

"Why did you ever marry him Doc? He seems like a real wanker." Roach piped up, he was crouched next to Ripley petting her head.

"I was young and was freshly recruited into the military. My Da convinced me to marry Oliver, said I needed a man to take care of me if something went wrong and I was sent home." O'Connor shrugged

"I don't know how to feel about Oliver, he gave me the best thing that ever happened to me but on the other hand he's the reason Will was waiting for that tube. I honestly hate the man more for that than I do for everything he put me through." O'Connor seemed sullen looking down towards her left arm.

"I hate him for what he did to you Maevis, that muppet put you through more hell than being in active duty combat did. And that was before the divorce." Price grumbles.

O'Connor nods before standing up, she walks over towards Price and pulls him into a hug. She pulls back and smiles at each other before Roach joins in. Gaz shrugs and joins as well, Soap grabs Ghost and pulls him over as the brit rolls his eyes but joins.

COD Master List

[msilwrites]

Papa and Mama Bear's Kitchen (Another Short, or not so short...) Part 2 - (Captain Price Fic)

(A/N): Hi guys! For those enjoying Papa Bear content, here’s a fun peek into the future! This is Part 2 of the short story set after Captain Price has already won you (Y/N!) over, and the two of you are now engaged after a few years of dating. This idea popped into my head during lunch, and I just had to share it. Hope you enjoy this playful little story of domestic chaos with Price and the team! 😄

@darkangel4121@teenagellamaangel@madzzz0797@callsignferal(To the other’s who want to me tagged when there’s an update, just tell me at the comments) (I think you folks might like this one, so I also tagged you, lol!) Shout out to @darkangel4121!! I couldn’t stop imagining Price standing there, radiating pure "overprotective fiancé energy," while silently interrogating Gaz with his eyes and don’t get me started on how he’d glare at Simon and Roach. Honestly, that level of possessiveness? It's gold. So yes, a bit of chaos is coming. Thanks for the inspiration, darkangel4121!!!

Warning: Don’t read when you’re hungry.

😄😄😄😄😄

NOTE: Take note, that when they say boss, they refer to You (Y/N)

---------- The living room was a cacophony of noise, a riotous blend of cheers, groans, and the occasional clink of beer bottles as the rugby game played out on the screen. The sound of the crowd roaring from the TV mingled with the tense energy in the room, as if every pass, every tackle, was a matter of life and death. Everyone was on the edge of their seats, their eyes locked onto the game with the intensity of soldiers preparing for a mission.

Y/N stood near John's seat, gripping her beer, her nerves making her fidget. She couldn’t bring herself to sit down—every second felt too crucial. Her gaze flicked between John and the game, sensing his presence beside her but not quite able to focus on him with the tension that seemed to hang in the air.

Around them, the lads were a mix of quiet mutters and sporadic outbursts, all bracing for whatever might come next. Gaz, normally the most relaxed of the bunch, had a tight grip on his beer, eyes wide with concentration. Roach was standing up, his legs bouncing restlessly, while Simon kept nervously running a hand through his hair, clearly caught up in the anxiety of the moment.

Every time the camera zoomed in on a player or the referee blew the whistle, the room collectively held its breath. The house was almost too quiet for the amount of people in it, save for the game’s soundtrack and the occasional shout.

Y/N’s heart raced, her own hands fidgeting. She glanced at John, noting his unwavering focus on the screen. His body was still, but his hands were restless—clenching and unclenching near his beer. Even the Captain wasn’t immune to the intensity of the game.

The final whistle blew, and the room erupted into cheers and groans. The lads jumped up from their seats, clapping and shouting, relieved that their team had made it to the finals. Y/N let out a breath she didn’t even realize she’d been holding in, watching the players celebrate on-screen.

"Finally!" she muttered, feeling the tension lift from her shoulders. Her team had won, and that was all that mattered. She handed John her half-finished beer without a second thought, not really wanting to finish it anymore. She just needed the moment to settle, the excitement of the game washing away in relief.

John glanced down at the beer, then back at her, raising an eyebrow. "You’re not going to finish this?" he teased, but his expression softened when he saw how content she looked.

Y/N shook her head, a light smile playing on her lips. "Not tonight, Captain. I’m just glad that the games over."

As the lads began to talk animatedly about the game, debating crucial moments and play calls, Y/N headed to the kitchen. She grabbed some disposable tupperware and returned to the living room, setting them down on the coffee table. She also pulled out the large container of potato salad, the lid coming off with a satisfying pop as she set it down next to the tupperware.

John glanced up, his eyes narrowing slightly. "What are you doing with all that food?"

Y/N shot him a teasing look. "Don’t be possessive, John. I’ll make you something nice tomorrow," she said with a wink.

The lads wasted no time eyeing the leftovers like a treasure trove. "Permission from the boss, lads!" Gaz grinned, practically diving into the potato salad with gusto. Simon and Roach quickly followed suit, eagerly filling their tupperware with all the remaining snacks, but not without stealing cautious glances at their Captain.

"Boss said we could," Simon joked, packing his container with extra helpings. "Can’t waste good food, eh?"

Roach, with his trademark cheeky grin, added, "Boss knows best," as he glanced at John, who stood nearby with his arms crossed, watching the scene unfold.

John rolled his eyes, letting out an exasperated sigh. Though it was clear he wasn't angry—more like resigned. Today, the lads had taken over, and despite his usual protectiveness, he couldn't help but let them enjoy themselves.

As Y/N busied herself in the kitchen, packing a neat assortment of scones into containers and rummaging through her pantry for jars of lentil chips, John got up from his seat, his protective instincts kicking in. Hearing her in the pantry, he moved to join her, his imposing frame effortlessly reaching the jars she was looking for.

“You could’ve just asked,” John said, handing them over. His tone was casual, but there was an unmistakable warmth in his gesture.

Meanwhile, back in the living room, Simon and Roach were still enthusiastically loading up their tupperware. Between bites of leftover potato salad, Simon turned to Gaz. “So, Gaz, if the lady boss hosts another dinner with your circle, think we could tag along?”

Roach chimed in with a grin, “Yeah, mate. The food’s too good to pass up. Plus, it sounds like your mates might know how to throw a decent get-together.”

Gaz leaned back with a knowing smirk. “Of course, you can. They’d love to meet you. Most of them are into rugby, just like us. And if you’re lucky, they might bring their own specialties—cooks, bakers, proper foodies. A mix of good eats and good laughs.”

Simon raised an eyebrow. “Bakers, you say? Now that’s the kind of circle I’d like to meet.”

Gaz chuckled. “They’re actually cops, like our lady boss here. We all became friends because of our love for food and cooking. Some of us met back at the Police Academy, others while working in the units. We bonded over long shifts and and good food, and it stuck. These days, we trade recipes as much as rugby banter.”

Roach grinned. “Cops who cook and bake? That’s not a circle—it’s a secret society of foodies!!”

Simon smirked. “As long as they’ve got a pint to go with it, count me in.”

Gaz nodded. “Oh, they’ve got that covered. Craft beers, imports— fine whisky, bourbon, you name it. It’s not about getting plastered; it’s about appreciating the good stuff. Pairing a proper brew with the right meal? That’s an art form to them.”

Roach raised his beer with a grin. “I like the sound of that. And if the cooking’s as good as Y/N’s, I might never leave.”

Simon snorted. “You’ll leave when the Captain drags you out by the ear.”

As the lads laughed, still envisioning themselves feasting among Gaz’s culinary cop friends, they suddenly froze. A low laugh, far too sweet and deliberate, drifted from behind them. The kind of laugh that sends a chill down your spine and makes you question all your life choices.

They turned in unison to find John Price leaning over the back of the sofa, his elbows propped casually and his palms cradling his chin. His expression? A smile so charming it could have melted hearts—if it weren’t for the faintly murderous gleam in his eyes.

“Which dinner are you all going to, hmm?” he asked, his voice syrupy smooth, his gaze shifting between them.

Gaz’s grin faltered. Roach’s hand stopped mid-scoop of potato salad. Simon, ever the picture of composure, tightened his grip on his beer as if it were a lifeline.

“Uh…” Roach started, but the words got caught somewhere between his brain and his mouth.

Price’s smile widened, though it somehow grew sharper, like a lion deciding which gazelle to pounce on. The lads knew one thing for sure—they’d walked straight into enemy territory without realizing it.

Gaz, desperate to break the suffocating silence and distract from Price’s ominously sweet demeanor, cleared his throat and began rambling. “Uhmm... well, Captain, see… since you sort of gave the green light for Y/N to rejoin our circle’s dinner rotation, I thought... you know... it’d be nice to, uh, bring the lads as my plus ones. You know, introduce them to the group. But don’t worry! It’s mostly potlucks! Y/N wouldn’t have to put in much effort at all. We’d just, uh... we’d cook in her kitchen and—”

Gaz’s voice trailed off, each word weaker than the last, as Price’s unsettlingly sweet smile remained unwavering. Simon and Roach, standing stock still like soldiers in an ambush, were no help whatsoever.

“Mmhmm,” Price hummed, tilting his head slightly, his voice dripping with mock-playful menace. “And you didn’t invite me, Gaz?”

Gaz audibly gulped, his face a picture of pure panic. “I-I mean, uh... you’re the lady boss’s partner, so I thought—uh—it was, you know, automatic, Captain?” he stammered out, looking to Roach for backup.

Roach, still clutching his half-filled Tupperware, squeaked out, “Yeah, yeah! Totally automatic! You’re, uh... you’re like... pre-invited, sir.” His grin was strained, and he might’ve been sweating. “I mean, you’re practically the head of the table, right?”

Simon, the only one managing to keep his poker face, muttered under his breath, “Should’ve stayed quiet, Roach...”

Price leaned forward just enough to make the lads instinctively inch back. “Pre-invited?” he repeated, his tone carrying just enough faux cheer to send a shiver through the room. “Well then, it sounds like I’m overdue for an introduction to this... circle.”

Price’s smile never wavered as he leaned in a little closer, his voice smooth but dripping with just enough edge to make the lads squirm. "Mmm, I see how familiar you all are with Y/N’s kitchen... and pantry. It’s almost like you live here." He tilted his head, letting the words hang in the air. "Just HOW familiar are you with her? Was there more to your friendship than I know of?"

Gaz, feeling the heat of the situation, raised his hands in a panic. "No, no, no, Captain Price, it’s not like that! Y/N’s always been like an older sister to me, back in the Police unit! Nothing more, I swear!" His eyes darted nervously to Simon and Roach, who were now visibly trying not to laugh—or die from secondhand embarrassment.

Simon quickly added, “Yeah, mate, ‘Mama Bear,’ that’s what we call her. She’s like an older sister to us too, looking out for us, keeping us grounded.”

Roach nodded enthusiastically, as if this would somehow ease the tension. “Yes, she's an older sister to us. Always watching out, keeping us in line!!”

Gaz, still sweating, added with an awkward grin, “Exactly! We all respect our older sister, Captain!”

Price’s eyes never left them. His smile turned just a little colder, and he gave a slow nod, as though assessing their responses.

Price let out a low chuckle, clearly enjoying the tension in the air. He casually leaned back, a soft smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. "Well, just to clarify," he said, almost lazily, "I may be retired, but don’t mistake that for weakness. I’ve still got some fight in me." “And as for Y/N...” Price said, voice dropping just a notch, the smirk still there but now with a hint of seriousness. “You’re all welcome to admire and enjoy her cooking, but remember—she’s my WIFE, lads, and the love of my life.” He emphasized, eyes narrowing as he looked each of them over.

The lads collectively stiffened at his words, before they all quickly raised their hands again, this time in complete surrender.

Gaz, quick on the draw, raised his hands in mock surrender. “Yes, Captain! Remember I was your matchmaker!” he said with a grin, hoping to defuse the tension. “If you want, Captain, we're willing to take a lie detector test, right lads?”

Simon and Roach, eager to keep things from escalating, immediately jumped in. “Right, Captain, no worries here!” Roach said, trying to assure the Captain.

“We’re all loyal,” Simon added with a smirk, making it sound like they were in some sort of cult, not just friends and colleagues.

Captain Price, watching their exaggerated efforts to calm him down, took a deep breath and nodded, his posture relaxing just a fraction. "Good," he said, his tone still playful but his eyes twinkling. “Now that we’ve got that straight…” The lads, all breathing a collective sigh of relief, let out a nervous chuckle. They’d been through the drill enough times to know that Price wasn’t really angry. He was just making sure no one got too comfortable. No one was about to step into his territory—especially when it came to Y/N.

Y/N returned to the living room, arms full of jars of homemade candied fruit and chips, only to be greeted by a sight that could only be described as suspiciously cooperative. John stood there with that unmistakable evil grin on his face, while the lads—Gaz, Simon, and Roach—raised their hands in mock surrender, eyes wide with exaggerated fear.

Y/N paused, her gaze shifting between them, immediately piecing together what had happened. She could practically hear the gears in John’s head turning as he subtly reminded the lads of their place. She sighs, and shook her head, knowing her Captain well enough to spot the warning signs.

"Oh, Jonathan!! Please don’t threaten the lads!!" she said, rolling her eyes as she placed the jars on the coffee table.

John turned, his smile widening, completely unfazed. "What? I didn’t do anything, love?" he said innocently, his tone as sweet as the homemade preserves she’d just brought in.

“Then why do they look like they’re about to be tossed in the back of a van and disappear into the night?” Y/N quipped, gesturing to the lads, who were still holding their hands up like they were in a hostage negotiation.

"Well, the lads didn’t invite me to their pre-planned dinner party," John said, his voice dripping with playful mischief.

Y/N raised an eyebrow, crossing her arms. “A dinner party, huh? And you’ve got them in a full-on hostage situation over it?"

"Oh my goodness, you lot, put your hands down!" Y/N laughed, waving them off. "You’re not getting arrested!" she added "Now, come on, each of you grab a jar of preserves, and stop looking like you’re about to be shipped off to a remote island."

The lads, clearly relieved to be free, dropped their hands and scrambled toward the jars, eager to appease the lady boss. "And next time, invite the Captain to your little potlucks," Y/N added, as if it was the most natural thing in the world.

Gaz, trying to get back on her good side, grinned. "Aye, we’ll have a seat saved for you, Captain Price," he said, nudging Simon with a wink.

Simon rolled his eyes but grinned. “Yeah, next time we’ll make sure to send you a formal invite, mate."

Roach just shook his head, a smile playing at the corners of his lips. "Good thing I’m still allowed to take some home of these," he muttered, holding up a jar of preserves.

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The kitchen was a flurry of activity as the lads helped Y/N clean up. John, ever the leader, led them with his usual authoritative charm. “Simon, pass me the dish soap—Roach, pass me the plates, let’s get everything squeaky clean.” His voice was light, but there was a definite edge to it, as if the lads knew better than to disobey.

Y/N, ever the watchful one, didn’t sit back and relax as John had suggested. Instead, she leaned against the counter, arms crossed, keeping a careful eye on her partner. She knew John’s charm was often accompanied by a slightly... possessive streak, and she wasn’t about to let him “accidentally” scare the lads again.

“Hey, love, relax a bit,” John said with a knowing grin, turning his head to catch her watching him from across the room. "It’s just a bit of fun."

Y/N raised an eyebrow, not buying it. “I’m watching you, Captain. Don’t make me come over there.”

“Ah, what? You think I’ll start threatening them again?” John chuckled, but there was that dangerous twinkle in his eyes that had the lads flinching slightly. “Maybe just a little…”

Gaz, ever the opportunist, quickly clapped a hand on Roach’s back. “Right, we’re just about done, mate. Let’s get outta here before he starts ‘watching’ us again.”

As the lads finished up, packing their jars and Tupperware into eco-bags, John stood by the door with that mischievous smile again, like a predator eyeing his prey. Y/N, always the protector, watched him carefully, ready to pounce at any sign of trouble. As the lads reached the door, John’s posture stiffened, and Y/N immediately moved into action.

“Oh no you don’t.” With a sly smile, she wrapped her arms around his waist from behind, holding him firmly in place before he could follow the lads. “You’re not pulling that ‘intense Captain’ act again.”

John’s grin widened as he felt her tug him backward, but he didn’t resist, playfully leaning into her hold. “What? Me? I’m just seeing them off, love.”

“Uh-huh,” Y/N replied with a raise of her brow, eyeing the lads like a hawk. “You don’t think I can tell when you’re about to make them question their life choices again? You’re not going anywhere until they’re safely in the elevator.”

Roach, Simon, and Gaz were standing in the doorway, awkwardly holding their eco bags full of food, trying not to laugh at the scene. Simon cleared his throat. “Right, well, we’re off, yeah? Thanks for the grub, Y/N!”

With one last shared chuckle, the lads turned and made their way into the elevator. As they filed in, Y/N waved them off. Once they were safely on their way down, she gave John a playful tug, pulling him back into the flat.

“Right, Captain,” she said, not missing a beat. “You’re not going anywhere else tonight.”

John, the smile still playing on his lips, tried to act innocent. “But love—”

“Nope!” she interrupted, her hands on his shoulders as she pushed him back inside. “You can threaten the lads another time. Tonight, you’re staying right here.”

John chuckled, the playful glint in his eyes still there, but he allowed himself to be guided back into the flat. "Aye, aye, boss," he said, his voice dripping with affection.

“I’m serious,” Y/N said, shaking her head, though she was clearly fighting a smile. “Next time you play the jealous husband card, I’m putting you on timeout.”

John raised an eyebrow, his arms finding their way around her. “Timeout, huh?” he mused. “Guess I’ll just have to behave then.”

“Good idea,” Y/N said, finally breaking into a smile.

A/N: I think I just might turn the potluck with Y/N’s group of friends into a story! Gaz is bringing his plus ones, Simon and Roach, and I’m already brainstorming how things will unfold. But for now, I’ll leave you with this one. I hope you guys enjoyed this one, cheers! 😊

[limbuscompanysituations]

Hello! Just a silly little fact again, I wasn’t rambling in a while here, so I came with some stuff. So, one of my roaches (yes, I’m a parent and have been for some time, I love my bugs sm!) recently uh… molted? Is that how you say it in English? Basically, this little lad slipped out of his outer skin? Usually, when that happens they look for a private place and hide away until their new “skin” isn’t soft and white anymore. But that lad did it out in the open in front of me and chilled with me. Guess that takes some feeling of safety and I’m honoured. I’m not here to brag about my parenting, more so to say that uh. Well. Again, I’m not here to equate Gregor to a bug, (‘bug’ isn’t an insult to me but it’s upsetting to him so, you know). Just saying that the rule definitely applies to the arm (he’s able to fight with it, it has to be hard and covered in that dark outer layer that I lack words in English to properly describe) and do with that what you will. Just yk. Probably not a nice thing for him to go through. But yeah. But I think Dante would at least be okay with giving him some time before the new layer hardens so at least there’s that. Not that he would be thrilled to explain to his coworkers what is going on.

Another fact is that cockroaches need higher temperatures than what is considered comfortable for most humans, around 30 Celsius or more. When the temperature is lower, their metabolism slows down. Again, use that fact as you want. I’m just here to share some stuff I know^^

Lastly, not connected to my new amazing friends, more so to the source book. This is my personal headcanon but since I like putting Grete’s traits onto Yuri (I know there was Grete in canon, but two girls can be similar and I just like this hc) I think Yuri, though she had no way to indulge in that interest, is quite skilled with music and passionate about it. Able to guess a tune almost right away, humming her favourite melodies when the work isn’t getting too dangerous. Her good hearing might have helped her out in terms of surviving too. This is just some random thought of mine, not much to build upon I suppose. But I wanted to share something other than bug facts hah

That is all I suppose. Sorry for bothering you again. I don’t have a sign off, but I think it’s kind of easy to tell which anon I am haha. Anyways, have a great day or night and remember to give yourself time if you need it, don’t burn yourself out for your audience. We appreciate the content you put out, but I would hate for it to be a source of pressure for you <33

I am so thrilled to hear that your little guy decided you had to be there for him to slip out of his dead skin. You're his emotional support giant... Please give your babies plenty of tasty snacks in my honor. I love insects so much...

Yuri looks like she has like, slender, skilled fingers? Wonder what would be her instrument of choice! A string instrument, or maybe some type of flute? Bet if they had the time to interact she would've tried to teach Gregor a few things about music and he would end up being able to pick up the notes she plays after a while of listening... oughhhhh...

It's not a bother to read a little bit of people's headcanons for a change. I love it! Please come here as often as you'd like! I'm having to pace myself because other than low energy, after typing some idk 10k words in a week? (I write for this blog, for my friends and also for personal projects) My wrists are giving up. Such is life...

[mikhailwrites]

Waiting for Connection 7 / Ghost x Soap NerdAU

Ghost is retired and plays milsim videogame. Soap is still in the force and sometimes plays that same videogame...

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Ghost accepts the invitation from John and is immediately thrown into lively banter.

“…look, all I’m saying is that having APC is all nice and fun, but not when at least one person in every team has Titan. Armour is slow and loud,” a male voice says with conviction.

“So going on foot is faster? If you need to cover a serious distance, armour is your best bet,” another voice disagrees. This one has a strong accent and a particular lilt to it. If Ghost had to guess, this bloke’s first language is Spanish.

“Oi, lads, cut it out, will ye?” Soap’s Scottish brogue is easily recognisable. The corners of Simon’s mouth twitch. “Ghost, hello, glad you could make it.”

As if he had anything better to do.

“How’s it going?” Simon says because, at this point, it would be weird not to say something when he was directly addressed.

„Oh, so you’re the Ghost!“ the first voice says with a hint of excitement. „Nice to finally meet you!“

Ghost feels his eyebrow raise. „Finally?“

„Yeah, Soap wouldn’t shut up about you, mate. Was starting to think you’re a sock puppet or something,“ the bloke laughs.

„He’s exaggerating,“ Soap interjects, with a hint of defensiveness that picks Ghost’s interest. “Anyway, that’s Roach.”

„I’m not exaggerating,“ Roach stands his ground.

„He’s really not,“ the second voice confirms.

“Och away ‘n bile yer heid!” Soap says with exasperation.

“So you introduce Roach and not me? Duly noted, Sergeant!” the man chuckles. “I’m Alejandro, by the way. And the last one without a mic is Rodolfo, or Rudy if you want; his headset broke yesterday.”

“Hey, looking forward to seeing your allegedly legendary skills,” pops up in the chat from Rudy.

“A pleasure,” Ghost says, carefully filing away any and all information. “So, are we going to play?”

“Yeah, sure, hermano. Soap said you had some sweet custom level?” Alejandro

Of course, he said that. At this point, Simon is quite interested in what exactly John shared about him. “I might. Although it’s meant for two people, five will breeze through. Especially since Soap and I know it through and through.”

He’s right, they breeze through the compound in some fifteen minutes. Ghost provides sniper support, not that it’s truly needed with the level of teamwork the rest of their fireteam has. Roach and Soap are quick and ruthless, kicking in the doors and disposing of any enemy they stumble upon. Alejandro and Rudy, on the other hand, have a much more cautious approach. It makes sense since, unlike Soap, they are not familiar with the level.

Alejandro is taking the point, relaying any information or command through gestures. They clear building after building in a very methodical manner. Something about how they move through the compound and recon the situation reminds Ghost of some guerilla warfare tactics he’s witnessed and utilised many years ago in South America.

He’s tempted to ask about their background later. Not that he’s really going to ask. It’s most probably classified, they are not on a secure channel, and he wouldn’t appreciate them poking into his past either.

Roach is SAS through and through, Ghost can easily recognise the training patterns. Moreover, it’s clear that he works closely with John. There’s a level of unspoken communication and a limited ability to predict what the other man will do the next second. That only comes after being partnered with someone for a long time and through some serious shit, Ghost knows this from experience.

They finish the mission flawlessly and decide to jump into the multiplayer for a change. It’s a shitshow, for the lack of better words. It always is; Ghost and Soap are simply too good not to wipe the opposing teams, even if they are outnumbered. And they’re not outnumbered today.

Five elite operators are enough to take on an enemy stronghold, let alone a fireteam. Some days, Ghost feels a little like a bully, though today, he’s just having fun. Banter is running rampant, replacing most tactical communication with jokes and idle chat. And still, they win.

Alright, one time it’s a close call when the opposing team plants mines on the perimeter borders, and Soap learns about them the hard way. Roach runs to him, even though it’s clear that Soap didn’t survive, and drops to his bloodied body.

“Nooooo!” Roach cries out theatrically. “You can’t die here, Sergeant! Think of your sweetheart at home, waiting for you! You’re getting married when we get back! And this is your last mission before retirement! Don’t you give up!”

Ghost feels a deep, low rumble in his chest as he starts laughing. Alejandro and Rudy join in.

“Are you sure you’re not meant for Hollywood, Roach?” Rudy asks over the chat.

They don’t get to hear the reply because bullets start flying. Honestly, Ghost is surprised it took the enemy team this long. They must’ve heard the explosion.

Even if they are one man short, they still prevail. Roach is still very much reenacting some corny film, swearing to avenge Soap as he runs into a building where the enemy is holed up. He gets shot, of course, but Ghost, with Alejandro and Rudy close behind, they manage to clean and clear the house before Roach is killed. Alejandro uses his medkit to get him up.

“Well, that was fun,” Roach says, and it’s apparent he’s smiling.

They all agree just as they agree it’s time to call it a day.

“I hope we get to play with you some more in the future, Ghost,” Alejandro says.

“Don’t see why not; it was a good game,” Ghost replies. They start to drop off the channel, Rudy first, then Alejandro and Roach, until only Ghost and Soap remain.

“Um, Ghost? Got a minute?” Soap asks, voice slightly unsteady.

“Sure,” Simon replies, dragging the mouse away from the button that would quit the online session and terminate the voice chat.

“I’m on mandatory leave starting next week, so I thought I could stop in Manchester on my way home. We could grab a pint or something.”

“Why would you think I’m from Manchester?” Ghost asks with the tiniest hint of suspicion. As far as he knows, he never told John where he lives.

“With that accent? Don’t insult me, Simon,” Soap snorts.

“Fair enough,” Ghost relents. The accent is one thing, but Simon is well aware he’s been dropping some details that could give away his location. Soap is definitely smart and sharp enough to put the pieces together. “We could meet up if you want.” Ghost tries not to sound overly thrilled even though he is. An occasional chat with locals in a pub is all nice, but to sit down with someone he could, perhaps, call a friend, someone from the military, someone who understands at least some things about Ghost that civilians can’t? That sounds real good.

“Alright, it’s a date, then,” Soap exclaims, loud and obviously pleased. “I’ll go by train. Should I book a hotel near the station?”

Ghost hums in disagreement, and before he can stop himself, he’s offering. “Waste of money. If you’re fine with a couch, you can crash at my place.”

Soap chuckles. “If I’m fine with a couch? I’m a soldier, Ghost. A couch is considered an unrivalled luxury on most days.”

 “Couch it is, then.”

[bambis-mom]

Looking for a semi lit and above Ghost (the band) or COD! (Mainly ghost though

18+ ONLY, no little lads please

NSFW friendly

I have no triggers at all and am completely fine with anything and everything!

I’m okay with: toxic relationships, dark themes, ⚰️🕊️

I absolutely love angst so hit me with your best shot, I’ve got a few plot ideas too

Ships im interested in doing (characters in bold are who I’d like to muse

GHOST

(if it isn’t obvious, I love sodo/dewdrop)

* Sodo x Swiss

* Sodo x Aether

* Mountain x Sodo

Copia x Sodo

Mountain x Rain

Aether x Phantom

Sodo x Rain <I’ll play either

COD

Ghost x Roach

[cvntroach5000]

it is truly incredibly rich when men label lads players as "female gooners" as if the video game industry doesnt hinge on developers bouncing boobs and butts on mens screens like a carrot on a stick. an average video game with no romantic let alone sexual premise will force me to look at the most heinous designs of female characters and now men are mad that gamers who prefer no or male fanservice get their own niche of games and its actually successful?

"theres better games on the market, like these several combat-focused games that still use foot fetish content to advertise their predominantly-female cast" i hope you choke and die <3

[anonmousegosqueak]

As a gift to the lovely, amazing, perfect @theyarereal (and also because I feel so bad for forgetting my lad)-

I'm not quite as solid on og cod characters, I get the fandom vibe but I don't actually know 'em in game. But- he's also the main character so... Not much real in-game characterization?

Mouse's hybrid 141: ROACH ADDITION LETS GOOOOO (no I didn't forget about Gaz and Price, I just got so excited someone commented that I had to write this RIGHT NOW)

Gary "Roach" Sanderson (loml)

There are a few different options so I'll list 'em in no particular order.

The obvious, a roach hybrid.

Give him the antennae, giggle at said antennae

Likes to play rock-paper-scissors against himself (he's so cute I can't-), y'know what would help? Extra hands.

Mute or at least selectively nonverbal = bugs don't talk! Well- they don't talk to me at least...

He's cold! Snow mission! Bugs cold!

I don't know, I don't have much except for the name

I mean... Puppy?

So I've already kicked Soap off that animal, our favorite Scot ain't hogging it up (though I would say Captain MacTavish and Sargent Soap would be different)

He's doing all this stuff, following his captain's every word without a complaint, very "loyal dog" vibes I'm the actual campaign.

Continuing that, it doesn't matter how many times he almost died, he's gonna take orders. He's gonna fight. He's going to win.

Man's literally fought through an exploding building and then simply went on to fight through a snowy forest like it's nothing.

Who knows, maybe he would prefer to bark over speaking?

It's cute af, what else do I have to say?

Last but not least- Human.

Okay so this is more for if I were to make a fic

But, I don't know? I just can't think of anything else for him?

Someone with so many "animalistic" (more like autistic I relate to so many of these 💀) traits such as the loyalty to an insane degree, not speaking and only making vague sounds, being entertained by something like playing r.p.s. against himself, being a goofy goober who likes to be in small spaces-

And then take that guy and make him a human?

He'd fit in well with the others, he understands some of the non-human bits of being a hybrid, like an honorary part of the pack.

The kinda guy you just forget *is* a human

I don't know if I like this, I feel like I'm missing something that's *RIGHT THERE*, but what can you do? I bet someone will come up with something better, until then I'm sticking with human!Roach.

[faccal]

Minor spoilers for the og Modern Warfare for anyone who hasn't played it yet.

The other day I finished MW, and I did enjoy playing it. I loved the epilogue mission that I didn't even know was there, I was just vibing to the music.

However I will say I was not expecting Gaz to die, genuinely thought he didn't die until the rest did. Oops. Rip to the good lads, the 141.

Super excited to be playing MWII though as I love Captain Soap, I love playing Roach, and Ghost is fantastic (hearing him for the first time threw me off, but I love my 141 lads). I'm already having loads of fun, and I'm so glad I let someone convince me to buy and play the games. I have so many ideas and I can't wait to add these amazing characters to my fics.

[blu3-ja3]

141 drunk playing truth or dare, Soap asks Doc. Doc asks for truth.

"So when can we meet your son?" O'Connor freezes before downing her remaining rum and coke. They've all heard stories from Doc about her son William "Will" O'Connor but never met him. There's been opportunities too, plenty. Only a week ago was Christmas and they all got together with their families to visit and celebrate before heading to their respective holidays. But O'Connor just arrived with homemade eggnog, no family in tow. Price knew about it, maybe Ghost but the other three were surprised to see her enter the base alone. After that they were incredibly curious.

She smiles and Doc reaches for her dog tags and on the same chain is a small four leaf clover charm, the boys are confused until Doc rolls up her left sleeve showing off her intricate sleeve tattoo. She points out a section almost hidden on her inner arm. There's another lucky clover next to a bit of text:

William "Will" O'Connor

Fed 3rd 2001 - Oct 25 2019

Gaz freezes instantly and it takes a second for Roach and Soap to do the same. The Piccadilly Square Massacre... Price puts a gentle hand on Gaz's arm.

"Went to meet his dead beat of a father, bastard never showed up. Kept Will waiting at that damn street corner hoping." She pours another drink before downing it, "Ashlocke (asshole) had the nerve to show up to the funeral and make a scene, demanding I not cremate him..." A tear falls from her eyes as she looks at Gaz "You saved so many that day, don't forget that Kyle," and she smiled as another tear rolled down her face.

"You've all met him in a way, he never leaves me. But maybe one day I could take him some flowers and make some introductions," She smiles at the boys around her. "He would've fit right in with you lad, just as chaotic and impulsive... Ah I'm sorry that was a bit of a downer donae why I did that,"

"We could beat up your ex for you if you'd like Doc!" Roach offers and that gets them all smiling again. "Heh, Captain Price has beat you boys to that but I'll be sure to let you know if he shows his mug again... Lieutenant! Truth or Dare?"

She smiles as he says Dare "Kiss your favorite Sargent" He pecks Soap on the cheek, mask still on before turning his focus towards Price. They continue into the night enjoying drinks and laughter.

COD Master List

[pacifymebby]

what does common people esque mean lol

It's in reference to this song about a girl Jarvis Cocker (more middle class than you'd all like to believe btw, his mother ran to be a Tory councillor not that long after this song was released) met whilst at art school (see he was literally at arts school!! We aren't worried about him social climbing)

Anyway the jist of the song is touching on a phenomena in western culture which was big in the 90s and returns in fashion often (it's doing the rounds a bit now but it's on its way out)

In the 90s we had heroin chic which was like, skinny models dressed like they were on heroin. You also had poverty chic which was rich thin beautiful people being photographed in scratty council estates or in traditional working class environments.

It's essentially to do with the fact that most cool shit starts in working class culture and then gets picked up and made expensive (carhartt is traditionally the American working class mans jacket but now it costs hundreds and they sell it to posh boys in urban outfitters)

Anyways sorry I'm ranting so hard, it's such a massive thing in Britain and I'm quite passionate about it haha

In the song the very rich girl has lived a life of privelige she "will never understand how it feels to live your life with no meaning or control and with nowhere else to go" and to her poverty is this cool outfit she can try on for s day by shagging a working class lad from Sheffield who is roughing it in London. BUT the song is about how she will never be able to understand what it's really like

The chorus is

"cut your hair and get a job, rent a flat above a shop, smoke some fags and play some pool pretend you never went to school but still you'll never get it right cause when you're laying in bed at night watching roaches climb the walls if you call your dad he can stop it all"

Like she's never going to understand Jarvis Cocker/the lad in the song because she's never going to understand what it's like to be trapped by poverty. When you're poor there's nothing else, it consumes your whole life, there's no escaping it, no one to borrow money from, no family home to go back to and not have to worry, because your parents are poor too and theyd love to help you but the best they can do is put the roof over your head etc.

But in the UK especially (I've seen this loads at uni) you get middle class kids who really really want to seem cool, so they copy working class accents, they wear the clothes, they try to lie about the place they grew up, they try to make out like they were hard up too, or they make friends with working class kids to feel like they're part of it too.

Because for as shit as it is being poor, Sam Fenders right when he says that thing about how it's hard to write a good song from your parents villa in France.

Working Class has ALWAYS fuelled popular culture. Mary Quant was a working class girl, she revolutionised popular culture with the mini skirt and set a ball rolling that literally never stopped, working class in music gave us the Beatles, oasis, grime, punk to name a few, football culture is largely working class, the soaps are about the working class... The rich copy the poor all the time and that's genuinely what makes pop culture go round. So middle class kids will always be there preying on working class kids for clout.

That's what common people esque means haha

In short though it means that a trip to Aldi/Lidl/Asda is tourist activity akin to fucking Disney Land for middle class London raised children haha

[quillyfied]

Okay next batch of episode thoughts that I don’t know that I can expand into real coherent thoughts so heck it we’re doing it live and cramming them together, no chronology just memory vibes, PART THREE:

- proud member of the “clocked those clocks” gang, literally said out loud “oh those clocks are bombs” AND!!!!

- And pair that with Stede’s “you never see the mediocre guys coming” SHE LITERALLY DID NOT

- Going back in time to the start of that endeavor, though, the tension and discomfort in watching Ricky and Zheng interact was just…it was a lot. Bc she’s trying her best to good cop/bad cop him, and it’s worked on every other person she’s tried it on (because she’s amazing at it and uses her own chronically overlooked charms as both a woman and a woman of color to make herself seem less threatening than she is until she drives home the point), but. Ricky is sort of a foil to Stede in that he’s an odd duck in aristocratic circles thinking that playing pirates will soothe something in him; the difference is that Ricky is an arrogant bastard down to his bones and has that Rich White Man thing of “if I can’t dominate this field then I will burn it down.” Zheng accidentally handing him the keys to destroying piracy is just. Oof. Ouch. Yikes.

- But!!! BUT!!! Zheng’s plan of “for a livable wage we will stop” is, to my memory, actually historically accurate!! China did have to pay her to stop. Twice, I believe. I might be wrong. I’ll be honest, I just watched the Puppet History episode about her when it came out and did no further research. But I should tbh.

- Patiently waiting for Calypso’s Birthday to be incorporated into the tumblr holiday pantheon. Wish we knew what day it was in-show.

- I looked up Ned Low bc I hadn’t heard of him (and oh the sweet irony in that), and was, I think, rightfully horrified and then greatly anticipatory for what was to come.

- And what do we get? Here’s another fancy lad who treats people as disposable and pokes right at Stede’s most vulnerable spots. And also has the most unhinged one-liners like I’m sorry your death was so well-deserved bc watching him verbally spar across the episode was a surprising delight.

- Not nearly as delightful as Stede dealing with the problem by unionizing Ned’s crew, and Lucius and Pete being the ones left to try and rush in and save the crew (thank goodness Stede had it handled, and OH MY WORD STEDE HAD IT HANDLED)

- Hellkat Maggie! A delight! And possibly historically real? One moment please.

- Holy crap she was! Not a pirate, actually an Irish American gangster in the mid 1800s, but heck!! Filed teeth and everything!

- And while I’m on Wikipedia: Zheng Yi Sao only surrendered/was paid to stop piracy once. But what a dramatic story that makes.

- Anyway can we stop everything to talk about how we got IZZY HANDS SINGING. AND WEE JOHN IN DRAG!!!!

- Also glad to see I wasn’t mistaken, Roach was actually laughing his head off for the torture sequence. Of course he was.

- Fang hanging off the side with the goat though ;A;

- Also a hearty congrats to all the fic writers who not only called that Ed would not handle Stede being tortured well, but who also called that the “going slow” thing. Maybe. Wasn’t gonna last. I have a whole emotional maelstrom going over that so let’s unpack it a bit at a time.

- First, though: the Boatmance throuple dancing. I cry.

- Second: Stede going defensive over not just Ed, but all of his crew. Like a lot over Ed, bc Ned was a grade-A racist classist dick. But Stede’s reaction was not JUST about Ed.

- Also the encouragement of the crew to kill Ned versus Ed’s quiet begging for Stede not to. Because he knew it wasn’t going to rest easy on Stede’s shoulders. And it doesn’t—maybe it’s just me but Stede looks devastated the entire time, not just angry. It’s a Lot. What happened was objectively a Lot.

- Now the juiciest piece of the episode: Going Not Slow (while Izzy sings La Vie En Rose IN FRENCH—side note but for the next installment of my fishing AU, I had it as a note for MONTHS that Ed and Stede would be slow dancing to that song, under a very different emotional context but THAT SONG, because I listened to it out of the blue one day and it just hit me how tender and romantic a song it is and how they deserve a tender and romantic thing, oh my LORD ALMIGHTY)

- First, the elephant in the room: the footage was flipped. Why was it flipped. Why did they do that.

- Second, not sure if Ed is actually nodding at Stede before the kissing starts, but I love to interpret it that way. It’s such a slight movement, could just be natural head bobbing, but. A nod makes it so much sweeter.

- The whole thing being sort of overlaid by the undercurrent of grief, though; Stede isn’t okay, Ed isn’t okay, they aren’t okay and maybe need some comfort and reassurance in and from each other. Certainly an enjoyable way to get it, but it seems to be a subtle theme of the show that words alone and actions alone don’t fix things. They have to work together. Which is how we get a THIRD BREAKUP OKAY GOOD GRIEF BOYS GET IT TOGETHER

- Ed tossing his leathers sort of loses its impact some when you know he’s gonna fish them back up later but. Also. Just sort of builds that anticipation. And deepens the narrative, too—Ed doesn’t want Blackbeard anymore, he doesn’t want that life, but. Other people, Ed included, might NEED Blackbeard for what’s coming. He’s a symbol. A violent and dark one, but that’s piracy itself, too—dark and violent but also a gateway to freedom. The two sides of that coin are a great asset against the coming storm. Because THIS is the storm, Ricky and his navy mates cracking down for good on piracy.

- Also the storm is Ed and Stede’s hurricane of a relationship but uh also life threatening exploding clocks and the Republic of Pirates a sitting duck with a ton of ships and buildings damaged.

- Ed isn’t wrong for wanting to retire though. And Stede isn’t wrong for wanting to continue piracy now that he’s just getting the hang of it. I don’t know the solution. Pretty sure the show does. And I’m even more convinced that with one episode left and the showrunners angling for a third, we’re gonna leave on a pretty big doozy of a cliffhanger, both emotionally and plot-wise.

- Feel a little cheated that we didn’t get to see Stede’s shirt and Ed’s jacket come off before the fade to black but also perfectly content with what we got, euphemistic fireworks and gauzy curtain draw and all. Have I stared too long at the gifs to know that Ed is down to his t shirt and Stede’s trousers fit his waist in a lovely way? Maybe. You can’t prove anything.

- Anyone else screaming internally about how they LEFT THE DOOR OPEN THOUGH.

- I want a full shot of Ed’s pretty teal robe, though. Yummy.

- The domesticity of Ed’s beautiful breakfast in bed is not quite overcome by Stede being half-uncovered while Ed is covered head to toe though. Something something emotional vulnerability states, something something trajectory of relationship

- Bout time Ed got scared by the pace, though. Ed and Stede have swapped places. It doesn’t really suit either of them, and my goodness was it kind of cathartic to watch Zheng beat the crap out of Stede. Because. Let’s be honest: he deserved it. But back to my original point: seems like Ed and Stede are overcorrecting at this stage in their relationship. Came from different worlds, met briefly in the middle, now swinging back out to opposite extremes before coming back to the middle. Other people have said it and will continue to say it better, but. That’s how it seems to me right now.

- The little quiet ways that Izzy is reaching out to Ed and Stede both, though. And bonding with the crew. I love that we get that for him. It would have been just as narratively appropriate for Izzy to sink deeper into his own muck and toxicity, but to show that once given the space to feel safe and vulnerable, it can turn even the most “piratey” character into an actual member of the crew?? Who cracks amazing jokes and does himself up in drag makeup with Wee John and SINGS??? Love that for him. Love the message of that. Love how much that’s reflected in the rest of the crew, too.

- Frenchie getting the crew going on multiple grifts, though. Nice. Niccccce. A+++++.

- SWEDE IS HOT NOW. LOVE IT FOR HIM.

- Jim and Archie helping Oluwande out with Zheng, though. I’m hoping this polycule thrives. Because Jim and Olu deserve so many nice things.

- Stede’s whole fame drunk thing was so painful to watch but ALSO is anyone gonna talk about how Stede was accosted by a Freddy Krueger looking dude?? I hope he survived his (frankly astonishingly hot, pun slightly intended) immolation bc I want him showing up later with knife hands to complete the reference

- Painful to watch but so understandable. Stede letting it all go to his head is so so SO like Ed on the aristocrat ship, just naive and full up on the attention and not ready for that rug pull later.

- FANG AND ROACH TAKING A SELF CARE DAY BY A STREAM I AM SCREECHING

- Ed is absolutely in a panic. Stede is also in something of a panic. They both said things they don’t mean because they both need to have the last word, don’t they. Fishermen and pirates are nothing alike, Ed what even are you talking about. (I know what he’s talking about, I’m choosing to nitpick his choice of metaphor to illustrate he is wrong on both a surface and metaphorical level)

- TALK IT THROUGH AS A CREW MY ASS, STEDE

- Is there anything as attractive as Zheng Yi Sao competently and confidently taking down not just Steak Knife, but Stede? She hasn’t been seen in action all season. Now we get it. And she’s just as banter-prone as Stede, I love that for them. And for us.

- rip steak knife. You will be missed.

- Can’t wait to see Ricky’s pomposity getting smashed in. He’s a mediocre man. You don’t see them coming.

- I know I’m glossing over probably a lot but that was SUCH an episode batch. Such an emotional whiplash. Cannot WAIT to see the finale, and how the story is gonna end with that third season we are pretty please getting please PLEASE.