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As an artist and fan who focuses mainly on child characters, this is particularly horrifying. It’s not fucking funny to exploit real children’s tragic situations because you have problems with someone else’s fandom. I will be keeping my asks open to report these jackasses if this happens (God willing it won’t). I will also do my best to publish a list of accounts as I see them for those of you with asks off to report and block if you want to. I will be sure to put them under a cut so nobody who doesn’t want to engage in this shit has to see them.

I apologize for my language. I know I’m usually a pretty pg account. But I want people to understand the severity of this shit. Fight back if you have the mental capacity. Please stay safe if you don’t.

@gomzdrawfr @demothers-empty-blog @aussiepineapple1st @heymurada @konigslittleliebling @lytheruwu @beloveds-embrace @yeyinde @cicadabeats @qwimblenorrisstan @lanialania00 @satansfreshhottiddymilk @casifires @tame-the-lion-writes @sweetiecutie @waves-against-a-cliff @bluegiragi @gremlingottoosilly @itsagrimm @nonsenseafterdark @foxwithadarkside @octopiys @arualthefirst @blackseafoam @grimmzee @spicymochi @purple-moonbeam @yakowo @emrydwyr @ghouljams @magicratfingers @stinglesswasp @bi-writes @shkretart @novemberheart @gloomwitchwrites @milkywayhou @yooo-lets-go @wispscribbles @whocaresabouttactical @moody-alcoholic @valiants @mindie-arts @aasteraarts @call-of-duty-incorrect-quotes @all-purpose-dish-soap @jeleynai @abl-ink @rebelssscum (that’s as many as I’m allowed to tag, unfortunately)

Also, am I crazy, or was there a way to blur or hide all images until you click them in your tumblr settings? Or is that a Facebook thing?

Hello dear!

Sorry for bothering you, but it's important to remind you to turn off your asks for a few days! Bad things are going to happen on Tumblr soon...

Don t know anything about this but BETTER BE SAFE EVERYBODY!!!!!!

Introducing: König’s Oma!!!

Peggy loves her, but König sometimes isn’t sure it’s a good idea to leave Peggy with her on longer deployments…

Translation (again, google translate. Please don’t get me TOT)

Hello, my grandson (bübchen is a nickname that means “little boy”)

Hello Oma. Did you encourage my daughter to put a snake down her classmate’s shirt?

Yes, as a joke…

shhh pretend im not here so early in da morning

But i recently came across this (instagram) and couldn’t help but think of papa!könig and baby peggy 🥹🥹

Sometimes König just needs a little extra weight for his workout. And if it makes Peggy laugh, then that’s a happy coincidence (he definitely doesn’t do it because he loves to make her laugh. Nope!)

Terrible Google Translate translation: “Snail is helping with the training!”

Two Government Issued Werewolves for your evening :D!

bite bite bite

I’m drawin’ a Halloween, what monster should be stalking them? I’m thinkin’ werewolf Johnny or Eldritch Ghost, given the fact that Kortac is usually pitted against the 141 >:D

Colonel de-stressing by visiting his best girl <333

I’m workin’ on somethin’

:3

It’s bring your kid to work day!

Wip :3

Skelepajamas for Ghost!! Big man deserves to be comfy <333

Here’s the pictures of the soppy bebe, if anyone wants to see :3

Absolutely obsessed with this pic from @emmsiplier of my fucked up dead body

I just started playing cod like four days ago and I don’t understand how people get so angry at video games LMAO like buddy!!! Have fun or ELSE this is a THREAT!!

I can’t believe I asked @emmsiplier to add Ghost to their household so Seven wouldn’t be lonely and he immediately started grilling and then set the grill on fire

How has nobody thought of mad scientist Phillip Graves yet like

Think of the possibilities

So uh. Guess what I did

This close 🤏 to making a cod oc that completely breaks everything about the universe just so I can make some stupid drawings that’s it that’s the whole reason

This close 🤏 to making a cod oc that completely breaks everything about the universe just so I can make some stupid drawings that’s it that’s the whole reason

Why haven’t I heard this meme before

Guys it’s not even funny. It’s so bad. I’m withering away like actually

Me everytime I take a look at his massive tiddies

Little comic about all of my self inserts and how much I love their drama😌🔥

"With you I am home"

A little something so I don't disappear into the void✨

Here to announce that I've finally completed the commission for "And They Were Roomates" fanfic, done by the amazing @neoarchipelago who's the one that commissioned me for it.

I'm so glad that I got this commission in the first place and it was really a pleasure doing it✨

(also really Mika deserve all the love she's an amazing writer and such a lovely person, we love you queen💕)

Here I present to you, my two personalities (the one on the right being the one I’m proud of ofc✨)

https://vm.tiktok.com/ZMYfo3Dgv/ the tiktok video about them (always done by me)

"You knew that despite the mind wrecking hope. He would not answer this time"

I don't think I'll ever recover from chapter 15...

Again, small sketch that I did today in honor of the fic "And They Were Roomates" done by @neoarchipelago, I'm loving every chapter with all my heart and she really deserves all the love in the world, you go girl you're amazing✨

A series of sketches done in the last few weeks with my latest obsession🔥

Hoping to post some finished artwork soon

Ghost: If life gives you lemons, you have to make lemonade and try to find someone whose life has given you vodka… Ghost: UHHH AND HAVE A TERRIBLE PARTY Soap: WHAT- Ghost: And some taraguitos that are delicious Soap: Did u drink too much?...

Page Bawlers [COD Writer & Boxing AU] Chapter 1

》AO3《 | 》SquidgeWorld《 | 》Tumblr (you're here)《

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The sound of clacking metal weights and equipment wasn’t something that he expect from his personal trainer and father-figure as an ideal place for him to train. Gyms aren’t really his strong suit especially when he have to charge into his workout clothes within the locker rooms. making sure that his black surgical face mask was intact to his face still fearing it might slip off from it’s resting place.

The mask server a purpose to hide and protective his identify to these who want to harm him and these closest to him. Along with hiding the scars on his face both old and new. Layers and layers of them spread all over their body long before their career as a boxer even. Simon better know as Ghost in the ring was no stranger to physical injuries and the instinct to fight for their life even if it meant stepping on death’s door step. He was extremely luckily that the locker room is empty at this hour, knowing that the gyms are quieter and less coward until 0700 hour mark.

He start to get himself ready, switching out his normal everyday clothes to his workout and training clothes. Placing them neatly in his duffel bag while taking out and setting his training gloves on the bench. After finishing getting dressed he places his bag in the locker locking the door with his own personal lock he bring from his flat. He doesn’t trust the gym’s handout locks due to their lack of strength. and wasn’t his idea to train in an public setting, but both Price and Gaz reassure him that there’s nothing to worry about since the gym is run by Alex, Hadir, and Farah who are old friends of his. That give them free range on their boxing area for exchange for some of his cash winnings to help keep the youth boxing program up and running for the children who come in distress from whatever life throw at them.

Ghost hold no objection or complains toward the deal, in fact he seen relieve that some of his earning go towards something positive. Giving a soft warm smile underneath his black-colored skull balaclava that hid it well. To prevent the others to see his facial expression, that give him a warm feeling that he can’t describe felt for very long time. It’s been almost a week since his last boxing match in the ring, and these past few days been nothing more than workouts and training to improvement and sharpened his skills. Thanks to Gaz who was insisted that he should be the one to handle his regimen inside and outside the gym with the help of Price of course.

Double checking he have everything he needed for this early morning training session, Ghost make his way out of the locker room and letting the door slam shut behind him. To make his way to the training area, seeing Price and Farah engaging in a deep conversation with each other like two high school students in the courtyard.

The coach was wearing his iconic hat and coaching clothes that were just his causal wear, that Simon thinks he have a stack of hats in his closet somewhere. Since the man was never seem without it during the time that Ghost known him. Then again the man treat him as a son when things are going down hill. He take a seat in nearby chair and waited patiently for them to finish. It wasn’t the first time he see them deep in conversion nor will it be their last. Farah the gym’s owner wearing her business entire.

“Look Farah, I know you and Hadir are having difficulties with the financial of the gym and the youth boxing program. Along with having Alex and your brother to keeping things under control when you aren’t around, but you need to have a bit more trust in them. You can’t keep worrying about the what ifs. I’m sure that these two boys will keep things running smoothly until you get back from your holiday.” Price say trying to reassure her.

Farah let out a sigh understanding her friend was looking out for her and their business. But she couldn’t help feeling a bit unease with what she’ll about to say next.

“I know Price, it’s just that the thought of having Alex and Hadir temporarily take care of the boxing youth program during my absence terrified me. The last time I was gone, Hadir think it was a good idea for the children to have a free for all brawl in the ring resulting in receiving anger phone calls from their parents. And a temporarily suspension on the program that I honestly wish he discussed this with me.”

Price give her a nod of understand. “I’m sure Alex will keep an eye on him this time around, beside the kid haven’t disappointed you yet. And proven himself multiple times that he can handle the responsibilities of the gym on his own. Along with the whole process of opening and closing shop, you’ll be in good hands.”

“I hope so, I honestly can’t handle another anger phone calls ambush. And thank you Price, I’ll see you in a few weeks. And please make sure the equipment don't get damages.” with that the conversation ended with Farah left the room leaving Price and Ghost alone.

Both of them didn’t say anything for an awhile now until Price break the silent.

“I’m sorry you have to listen to our conversation, while you wait Si. I hope you haven’t no problem with the locker room, since Alex and Hadir remodeled them before they reveal them to Farah as a surprise. Of course their wallets aren’t so luckily. anyway they’ll be in change while Farah is out for the day. Try not to give them a hard time alright? We want a repeat like last time.”

Ghost nodded in understatement not really impress with the temporarily change in management for the day. Plus he have a feeling that Hadir is still terrific of him about the whole Halloween skeleton event last year. That resulted in the poor man passing out in front of group of children when he saw Ghost fully dressed as the grim reaper with skull mask and all. Even scared some of the children as well, that Alex, Gaz, and Price have to comfort, calm them down, and reassured them all that it was just Ghost in a costume not the actual grim reaper himself. With Roach give the kiddos some candy and Farah take her brother to a spare room to get him to regain consciousness and not make the kids extremely worry.

Roach finishes giving out the treats towards the children signing a comment along the lines of them being brave. He walk up to Ghost and excuse themselves out of earshot and slight to have a private conversation. About him turning down the costume’s horror factor down for the kids sake’s for next year. Since some might have panic attacks or other medical condition that affect their breathing. Ghost take his friend’s concern to heart and promise him that he won’t accidentally scared the children and Hadir again.

Roach is a writer for a small publishing firm in UK that not many people know about along with being Ghost’s childhood friend and emotional supportive person. when things at home weren’t going “peaceful” to put it in simple terms. He visit Simon from time to time when the boxer was training at the gym, at home, or with Price and Gaz even doing causal civilian activities with the group. There are times that the writer even seen his friend’s boxing matches to show his support and write articles about them that his writing catch the readers’ attention on paper and online.

Simon wonder how’s his friend is holding up these days. They haven’t talk since the grand opening of the young program few months back. That given them an excuse to play a little catch up and share what they been doing in their life. It was honestly one of the ways they communicate with each other without having their profession in the way. He missed their conversations, jokes, and even tales of good childhood memories that they both share with each other. That he hold dear in his heart like a secret treasure that he doesn’t want to share with anyone. His bond with Roach is something that help him climb out of the darkness and the stepping stone to be the man he is now.

The deph of his thoughts isn’t always the safe places for him to wonder alone even though the memories of his youth are something that appearances and replay in his slumber when he lease expect it. Causing him to either wake up in terrific cold sweats and teary eyed, or somehow hurt himself in someway or form that result in him not remembering how it happened. or why he was even in unknown room with zero purpose at all. One day while Roach was staying over at his place him was having one of these night terrors that result of him obtained an knife from the kitchen. With the noises of him racking the cabinets and drawers that wake the tried man from his slumber, and look at him with immediate shock and realization that put him into high gear of alarm. Trying to do everything in his power to snap Simon out of his traces which in the end resulted in a close close that the outcome will result in attempted murdered on a legal stand point.

Simon drop the knife in between them shaking from the fear and realization what almost occur and had done right in front of him. Causing the 6’8 buff giant to knee on the floor and started to mentally breakdown with his face staring down on the floor too afraid to look up that his childhood friend. Roach feeling the effect of adrenaline rushing throughout his body still did the only thing he can do in that moment. He gently and carefully slide the knife out of the way and reached between them with the heel of his shoes. Gently and slowly around his arms around his friend’s neck bring his shaken body close to him and causing his face to be burying in his chest and sleep clothes. Along with giving his friend a safe temporarily place to hid his face. Roach holding Simon close against his small body tightly and protectively trying his best to comfort him, until the two of them fell asleep where they stay letting the night slip into day.

Now that event is just a memory that the boxer wants to forget about not from the embarrassment but for feeling self hatred towards himself. For letting it happened and making Roach seeing him at his worst and breaking point, which is something he doesn’t want either his close friends and acquaintance to see, even in public. And prefer to keep his personal issues to himself and don’t want to bother anyone with them especially Price and Roach.

Ghost dig himself out of his thoughts when both him and Price arrive at the training area of the gym. Both of them haven’t spoken to each other since earlier when Farah left to attend business elsewhere. Ghost spotted Gaz inspecting the equipment one final time before leaving it alone with Alex standing beside him bit annoyed.

“Gaz, for the last time the treadmill, drum-bells, stack weights, and the sandbag are fine without any signs of any damaged or worn from usages. You honestly need to chill.”

Gaz looked up at Alex abit annoy with the man’s behavior.

“Can’t Alex, you know that, plus Ghost need to be in tip-top shape with equipment that are in great or good condition to train for his matches, along with improve in areas that are lacking in strengths or skills. We can’t have him injuring himself and others on broken equipment that can result in anger phone calls by customers and parents. That will cause the gym to loss the community support and funding of the youth program. Plus we don’t want Farah to blow an kettle now do we?” responsive Gaz while getting off the ground and dust himself off with his hands.

Alex let out a loud sigh knowing full well that Farah put her heart and soul into this gym and the youth program. Even the community's help to remodel and expand the gym over the years is something he’s proud to be an part of even tho he’s an American, a foreigner in a foreign land with the same language but different dialect and tones. He sometime wishes he wasn’t American due to the stereotypes, history, and past relationships that the rest of the world had with the United States. And he isn’t proud with his own country’s actions and dark history either. Feeling Gaz’s glares staring at him still giving him a indicator that he spent bit too much time with his thoughts.

“Fine, fine, I’ll let you inspect the darn equipment as much as you Gaz. Fucking hell man, you made valid points, and honestly I don’t want Farah to feel overwhelmed with other angry mob of parents and customers on the phone lines and in person.” Alex say rising his hands in defeat. “We already had to deal with that type of chaos during Halloween when Ghost accidentally scared the kids. And I don’t want her to deal with an injured gym member and potential lawsuit.”

“Funny for you to say that, while you two muppets were deep in your yapping, you didn’t notices Ghost and I walk in and listening to both of you auguring about gym equipment like some schoolboys. Now what go you two so work up that you can’t take this matter outside in privately that you want the whole gym to know?” Prince interrupt them before their conversation become too heated that will let to a scene. And one way ticket to Farah’s office to face her wrath of punishment and discipline.

Both Alex and Gaz look toward the coach and the boxer direction feel embarrass that both of them have to see them having an agurement about something so minor.

“Sorry sir, it won’t happened again, it’s just an old habit of mine that’s hard to kick in the bucket.” Gaz said sheepishly

“Sorry, you guys have to witness that, Gaz and my behavior isn’t appropriate in a public space like this one. Hope you accept our apology, and you have my word that this won’t ever happen again.” Alex say a shame and embarrass with his behavior.

Price give an nod of understanding and acceptation, while Ghost give them one of his rare intimidating but forgiving stares. The duo release an sigh of relief and join the other two to begin their workday. And the sounds of training equipment begin to appear marking the start of Ghost’s training routine for the day. With both Alex and Gaz are on the sidelines as spotters to make sure everything run smoothly, while Price’s coaching Ghost throughout the routine with words of encouragement and jabs. That make Simon wanting to push himself harder and give it his all for the rest of the day.

𝓐𝓯𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓶𝓪𝓽𝓱 𝓸𝓯 𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓔𝔁𝓪𝓶

𝐼𝓃𝓈𝓅𝒾𝓇𝑒𝒹 𝒷𝓎 𝒥𝒾𝓂ち 𝒜𝒮𝑀𝑅'𝓈 𝒞𝒪𝒟 𝒱𝒾𝒹𝑒𝑜𝓈

𝒪𝓇𝒾𝑔𝒾𝓃𝒶𝓁 𝒾𝒹𝑒𝒶 𝒷𝓎 @/𝒩𝑜𝓋𝒶𝓁𝓅𝓁𝒶𝓃𝓉𝓈 𝑜𝓃 𝒴𝑜𝓊𝒯𝓊𝒷𝑒 (𝒾𝓃 𝒸𝑜𝓂𝓂𝑒𝓃𝓉 𝓈𝑒𝒸𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃 𝑜𝒻 𝑜𝓃𝑒 𝑜𝒻 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓋𝒾𝒹𝑒𝑜𝓈)

𝐹𝒶𝓃𝒹𝑜𝓂: 𝒞𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝑜𝒻 𝒟𝓊𝓉𝓎

𝒲𝑜𝓇𝒹 𝒸𝑜𝓊𝓃𝓉: 𝟤.𝟨𝓀 (𝓅𝒶𝑔𝑒 𝒸𝑜𝓊𝓃𝓉: 𝟧)

𝑅𝑒𝓁𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃𝓈𝒽𝒾𝓅: 𝒢𝑒𝓃𝒹𝑒𝓇-𝓃𝑒𝓊𝓉𝓇𝒶𝓁 𝓇𝑒𝒶𝒹𝑒𝓇/𝒴𝑜𝓊 & 𝒮𝒾𝓂𝑜𝓃 "𝒢𝒽𝑜𝓈𝓉" 𝑅𝒾𝓁𝑒𝓎

𝒯𝒶𝑔𝓈: 𝒯𝓇𝓊𝓈𝓉 𝒾𝓈𝓈𝓊𝑒𝓈, 𝒾𝓂𝓅𝓁𝒾𝑒𝒹/𝓇𝑒𝒻𝑒𝓇𝑒𝓃𝒸𝑒 𝓅𝓈𝓎𝒸𝒽𝑜𝓁𝑜𝑔𝒾𝒸𝒶𝓁 𝓉𝓇𝒶𝓊𝓂𝒶, 𝒾𝓂𝓅𝓁𝒾𝑒𝒹/𝓇𝑒𝒻𝑒𝓇𝑒𝓃𝒸𝑒 𝓈𝑒𝓁𝒻-𝒽𝒶𝓇𝓂, 𝒾𝓂𝓅𝓁𝒾𝑒𝒹/𝓇𝑒𝒻𝑒𝓇𝑒𝓃𝒸𝑒 𝓉𝑜𝓇𝓉𝓊𝓇𝑒, 𝒷𝑜𝓃𝒹𝒾𝓃𝑔, 𝒹𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓁𝑜𝓅𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒻𝓇𝒾𝑒𝓃𝒹𝓈𝒽𝒾𝓅, 𝒜𝒮𝑀𝑅 𝒻𝒶𝓃𝒻𝒾𝒸, 𝐹𝓁𝓊𝒻𝒻, 𝒽𝓊𝓇𝓉/𝒸𝑜𝓂𝒻𝑜𝓇𝓉/𝑒𝓂𝑜𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃𝒶𝓁 𝒽𝓊𝓇𝓉, 𝓂𝑒𝓃𝓉𝒶𝓁 𝒽𝑒𝒶𝓁𝓉𝒽 𝒾𝓈𝓈𝓊𝑒𝓈, 𝓂𝑒𝓃𝓉𝒶𝓁 𝒾𝓃𝓈𝓉𝒶𝒷𝒾𝓁𝒾𝓉𝓎

𝒮𝓊𝓂𝓂𝒶𝓇𝓎: 𝒲𝑒𝑒𝓀𝓈 𝒽𝒶𝒹 𝓅𝒶𝓈𝓈𝑒𝒹 𝓈𝒾𝓃𝒸𝑒 𝒯𝒶𝓈𝓀 𝐹𝑜𝓇𝒸𝑒 𝟣𝟦𝟣 𝓅𝓊𝓉 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓉𝒽𝓇𝑜𝓊𝑔𝒽 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒽𝑜𝓇𝓇𝒾𝒷𝓁𝑒 𝓉𝓇𝒶𝓊𝓂𝒶𝓉𝒾𝒸 𝑒𝓍𝓅𝑒𝓇𝒾𝑒𝓃𝒸𝑒 𝒻𝓇𝑜𝓂 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝑒𝓍𝒶𝓂 𝓉𝑜 𝑔𝒶𝒾𝓃 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒶𝒸𝒸𝑒𝓈𝓈 𝓉𝑜 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝐵𝐵𝒞 (𝐵𝒾𝑔 𝐵𝑜𝓎𝓈 𝒞𝓁𝓊𝒷 𝒶 𝓃𝒶𝓂𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒫𝓇𝒾𝒸𝑒 𝒸𝑜𝓂𝑒 𝓊𝓅 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑜𝓊𝑔𝒽 𝒾𝓉'𝓈 𝓁𝑒𝑔𝒶𝓁 𝒸𝑜𝓅𝓎𝓇𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉𝑒𝒹 𝓃𝒶𝓂𝑒𝒹 𝑜𝒻 𝐵𝓇𝒾𝓉𝒶𝒾𝓃 𝐵𝓇𝑜𝒶𝒹𝒸𝒶𝓈𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒩𝑒𝓌𝓈 𝒩𝑒𝓉𝓌𝑜𝓇𝓀). 𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑜𝓊𝑔𝒽, 𝓎𝑜𝓊'𝓇𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓃𝑒𝓌𝑒𝓈𝓉 𝓇𝑜𝑜𝓀𝒾𝑒 𝑜𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒻𝑜𝓇𝒸𝑒𝓈 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝒸𝒶𝓁𝓁𝓈𝒾𝑔𝓃 "𝒮𝓊𝑔𝒶𝓇𝒸𝓊𝒷𝑒" 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒸𝑜𝓊𝓁𝒹𝓃'𝓉 𝒷𝓇𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇𝓈𝑒𝓁𝒻 𝓉𝑜 𝓉𝓇𝓊𝓈𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒷𝑜𝓎𝓈 𝒹𝑜𝓃𝑒 𝓉𝑜 𝓌𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓎 𝓅𝓊𝓉 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓉𝒽𝓇𝑜𝓊𝑔𝒽 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽𝒹𝓇𝒶𝓌𝓃 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇𝓈𝑒𝓁𝒻 𝒻𝓇𝑜𝓂 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓂 𝒷𝓎 𝒹𝑜𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝑒𝓍𝓉𝓇𝑒𝓂𝑒 𝓉𝓇𝒶𝒾𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓉𝑜 𝓅𝓊𝓈𝒽 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇𝓈𝑒𝓁𝒻 𝒽𝒶𝓇𝒹𝑒𝓇 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝑔𝒾𝓋𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇𝓈𝑒𝓁𝒻 𝓈𝑜𝓂𝑒𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓉𝑜 𝒹𝑜 𝓊𝓃𝓉𝒾𝓁 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝐿.𝒯 𝓉𝒶𝓁𝓀 𝓉𝑜 𝓎𝑜𝓊

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It's been weeks since you've been through that traumatizing experience that the 141 Task force and its members put you through. You keep having recurring night terrors replaying the memories of König giving you actual electric shock torture. and Captain Price firing his gun against your forehead loaded with blank bullets to scare the living shit out of you. The nightmares felt real, altering little details between the two experiences, events, and memories together. To the point you feel yourself bleeding, injured, burned, electrocuted, or even dead.

And each time you feel yourself dying from your dream injuries or slipping into unconsciousness of darkness warm hands on you. Your body response by jolt your wide awake sometimes makes you stand up on your bed. Making sure that you're still alive with heavy breathing, rapid heart beats, and night sweats of anxiety trying to cool you down. Even though you're the only rookie that joined the task force and wakes in their bunker in the middle of the night in their own barracks. Sleep won't come back easily to your body due to the nightmares that affect you both emotionally and mentally. 

You get yourself dressed in your workout clothes/training uniform, then sneak your way through the occupied barracks of your fellow members and avoid your fellow peers on night duty. silently making your way out to the field behind the base that's been used as a running track for training and drills. The dim light of the moon and nearby lampposts give you some illumination in the area. Without even thinking or your body switching on autopilot, you started to run laps around the semi-moist grass field until you couldn't anymore. Feeling the exhaustion, pain, and aches from the late night run. You slowly, and quietly make your way back to your barracks.

Being cautious with your surroundings and not to wake anyone up. After some time you made it back to your room, closing the door behind you, removing the workout clothing you wear for the run to switch back to your uniform, climbing back into bed, and letting the friendly return of sleep slowly return to your body. closing your eyes and letting it embrace you as an old friend. To help you get some rest and relaxation to your exhausting body.

The time is now 0645. You wake up an hour earlier to get yourself dressed and not looking like shit before heading out to the training area. Luckily for you no one knows about your late night run, and you're thankful for that piece of calmness for your mental health. Now you and fellow soldiers are waiting for the instructor to show up to begin your day. You try brewing yourself some relaxing tea, reading, and even some form of mental activities to keep your mind busy but all seem to temporarily work. To keep the nightmare and demons at bay you have been forcing on your training more and improving your skills.

Avoiding the boys any chance you could get except for team briefings and training to improve team trust and bonding. In all honesty you still hated them for the mental fuck up they give you. You didn't know when or how this happened but you started to slowly withdraw from your duties on base and eat a bit under your normal calories intake during meal time. Even sitting alone at the table to give you some form of inner peace from your mental battle. There are times that some of the members will ask you if you're feeling alright Or if you have a heavy load of duties around base that keep you out of sight for half the day. 

You always response to these questions with a "yea, yes sir" 

Even jokingly respond with "Yea, just this workload is just making me feel like I'm doing overtime but I ain't complaining about it. Everyone has their role around here to keep the base functional and I'm just doing my part either major or minor. Beside you can't operate something that's missing parts to make it function." 

Keeping the conversation at a minimum and not taking too much time with their busy schedules. So far the response you give seems to satisfy them enough to not disturb you any further. But that didn't help prevent potential spread of worry among some in base. You've been on autopilot and repeating the same thing you do day in and day out. Working out in the base gym, doing extra target practice and drills in your free time, late night laps around the base past curfew, and asking for additional duties on and around base to be added on your schedule. Just to keep yourself busy and avoid the negative voices in your head and the glares of the team.

You kept this little coping method going for the next few weeks, until it wouldn’t be kept at the bare minimum in the public eyes any longer. Captain Price starts noticing your lack of attendees in both team related training and meetings. While Soap and Gaz try to get you to open up and share what's bothering your mind these past weeks, back asking you if you want to grab a drink at the local pub with them. You alway politely decline the offer due to you not being much of a drinker and smoker each time they ask and it’s starting to annoy you a bit. Lieutenant Ghost seems you aren't your usual self since after the exam and been taking mental notes of your changes of character and body language. 

To the point that you feel his glance watching over you like a hawk every hour throughout the day. While you’re working, and doing some extra training throughout the week. Seeing you pushing yourself to your limits being a bit reckless with your body not giving it time to recover. It got to the point that you almost passed out during one of your drills with sergeant Gaz. That he and some of your peers have to carry you to the medical bay to get examined and receive a lecture by the nurse hours after you regain consciousness. Price and Gaz come in to visit you after the nurse takes their leave.

“You’re alright Sugarcube? Gaz here was just explaining to me that you passed out during training this evening. Is there something that you would like to tell us?” Price asks you to keep his voice steady and calm.

You look up at both of them feeling a bit faded still, but hestanted to respond at first. not knowing if you sure tell him the truth or keep pretending that everything is fine for his sake. Since he was the one to put you through that fucked up exam in the first place. Sighing you look up at them trying to find the words that make this situation make sense.

“Captain, Sergeant, I have something to confess, I…” 

“Go on Rookie, you have the floor.” Price encourages you by giving you one of his famous warm smiles. While Gaz left the room to give you both some privacy to make things easier for you. You honestly wish that he should have stayed in the room, and not leave you alone with the captain. Wishing that this was a nightmare and that you’re still unconscious. 

“Captain, I have been trying out a new health diet and supplement pills that were shipped from home. I guess it wasn't for me in the long run and I should probably send them back or toss them in the trash, and send a letter to my folks. They aren’t really tech savvy but it’s best to tell them the truth, I’m truly sorry that I worry you guys. It’s just that I've been dealing with some personal issues lately.”

The captain stares at you for a bit making you feel like a moth in a jar being watched. It wasn’t a complete lie that you told him. Your family from overseas keeps shipping you items from home every month to help you with homesickness. At first it was a sweet gesture but now it’s being a bit of an annoyance. Since some of the items are either personal or false advertisements, the guys like to make fun of you for it. Price let out a sigh, breaking your trace of thoughts and seeing him lifting up his hat slightly from his forehead.

“Alright, Sugarcube, I’ll put you on a week-long break from any field and base duties while you sort your personal issues. But that doesn’t mean you can skip out on your training. I’ll temporarily assign someone to watch over you until then don’t be a weak muppet alright?”

“Aye sir, and thank you.” you respond to him respectfully hiding a bit of your anxiety from your voice that hasn't settled down during your conversation with him.  

Then he left the room leaving you alone with your thoughts.

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The cold early morning temperature reminds you of home when you have to wake up early to help the family out with apples and orange harvesting. It was the last thing you did with them before you were called into service in the task force. Of course family say their heartfelt goodbyes and remind you to eat well, behave well, and do what you were told by your commander. You take a deep slow breath, steady your aim and fire your sniper to the paper target. Firing 3 rounds before getting up and examining your accuracy skill, the three shots hit the paper target in the right places. But you ain’t improve with the lack of bullets used in this exercise.

Since the objective was to provide sniper support with the usage of a limited amount of ammo to either kill or disable your target at a far distance. You rip the paper target from its place, replace it with a brand new one in its place in a different angle and position. Ghost was observing you from the corner not saying anything to you after you came back to your assigned position. You both haven’t talked since the coffee date, and at the end of the exam it was a shock to you that he was the one who knocked on your door. Waking you up from your slumber, asked you to get dressed, and meet him at the gun range well it was more of an order than a ask. Knowing and hearing stories and rumors about him from the others around the base, you did what he asked you to do either due to fear or uneasiness on what he planned to do with you.

You set your sniper down on the table as a signal to the lieutenant you're ready for your next challenge. And take a few steps away from the table with your back turned. Ghost walks up towards the table assembling and adding a random amount of bullets in the sniper mags. Both of you don't speak letting the silence linger between you two then it was required. You know the lieutenant is a strong muscular person with similar experiences in the military like Captain Price. You heard the rumors by others on base why he wears a skull balaclava ranging from honoring an dear old friend to hiding his identity/face due to some naughty injury or legal shit that only he and Price know about.  It wasn’t your place or business to know about the details so you leave it alone.

That was then and this is now and it doesn’t help that there's a possibility Ghost will get on you and give you an hardcore training routine. Or a write up and lecture from Price for the slightest disobedience or out of line tone. Back in boot camp you and your fellow peers learned to be obedient dogs, never question or judge your ranking officers’ orders even if it resulted in death. You’re starting to even question your choices with the demons coming back to attack you once again. You were so deep in your thoughts that you didn’t notice the lieutenant finished with the sniper on the table and placing his hand on your shoulder lightly.

“Oi, you’re alright Sugarcube? You seem a bit out of it for the past few weeks bloody hell, almost a month. What’s eating you alive inside?” he asks you with a bit of concern that leaks out of his rough voice and let go of your shoulder cause you to snap out of your traces. Not knowing how to respond to him properly.

“Aye, I’m alright lieutenant, just been deep in the woods about some things, it’s nothing too corcering to share about tho. Let’s just continue with the exercise and call it a day alright?” you say lying through your tongue trying not to worry him more. You went to grab the sniper off the table. And repeat the process again; find a good position, take everything in account, take deep breaths, steady yourself, aim, and fire on the paper target repeatedly until there’s no ammonation left. And set the snip down against the wooden wall of the range. You seem a bit disappointed with the result but it can be fixed with a bit more practice. You’re about to change the paper target again when Ghost stops you and places his hand in face of you.

“Rookie, you have been withdrawing from your responsibility and training in and around base, along with avoiding team briefing and training that involves mandatory attendance. You’re also been avoiding your teammates as well. Look, whatever you told Price won’t work on me. So I’ll ask again, are you alright?”

You feel your face flaring up in anger, shame, and embarrassment that you can’t escape now or even pretend that everything is alright. That you know deep down you aren’t okay and need to talk to someone about it. Sighing deeply you look up, staring at his brown color eyes there’s not turning back now. You told him everything about the aftermath of the exam and how it fuck up your mental and emotional state. And the reason why you were withdrawn for your duties and avoiding the 141 as a whole. Along with the whole nightmare of being torture being so real. After you’re done telling him what’s on your chest, you look away feeling stupid and small for letting this shit bother you for so long.

Ghost didn’t say anything while you told him your troubles listening and saying no words during this ordeal. He knows what you've been through and what you have endured during the exam. He told Price to go easy on you when he saw you and didn’t pull the “traumatize the rookie even more” card. Even though Price reassured him that it’ll be fine he still did anyway. All of them were surprised that you passed it without cracking under the pressure. But he’ll have to pay König a visit when he returns to teach him some less lethal torture methods to use on the new batch of recruits. 

Ghost looks around to make sure that both of you are truthly alone, and gently offers you a quick hug being careful with not hurting you or your body due to his buff form and strength. You were shocked by the action then slowly hugged him back gently and slowly feeling the floodgates of tears about to open. He holds you a bit closer against his body and gently rubs your back. After a long tearful silent comforting session between teammates, both you and the lieutenant left the gun range with everything back to their rightful place and a bit of clean up. With him leading you toward the office of one of the base therapists to help you get a fresh start on your recovery journey. Along with fresh new start on trust, developing bonds, and friendship among your peers throughout your new career within the military.