Knig: *picks Up Ghost*

König: *picks up Ghost*

Ghost: put. Me. Down. Now

König: *puts him down and runs away*

Ghost, to the camera: I pick people up to assert dominance

Ghost: *picks up Price*

Price: *too stunned to speak*

Ghost: *picks up Alejandro*

Alejandro: *instant panic because he has trust issues*

Ghost: *picks up Gaz*

Gaz: Well this is happening

Ghost: *picks up Rudy*

Rudy: *Accepts his fate and just goes limp* Wake me up when we get there

Ghost: *picks up Soap*

Soap: HELLO SAILOR

This is the only reality I will be accepting cause it’s both funny and something Aether would do

imagine aether not telling anyone he was retiring and the ghouls walking into the common room and there’s a new guy just making himself a cup of coffee and going through the drawers looking for a spoon.

Horangi, despite being a jerk sometimes, is very well rounded and great at giving advice.

He can date a girl, break her heart, and still stay friends.

He knows Mandarin, Japanese, English, and some German.

He, despite having shitty relationships, is a romantic at heart and can solve most relationship problems.

Horangi is pretty good at reading his partners mood. Which comes in handy for helping König.

My brain is dead bc school started. But it’s also pumping hard on the procrastination train using COD

so, it’s training for the recruits and Ghost and Soap are in charge of it. It’s hot so the morning meeting is in a hanger instead of outside.

It’s going to be drills today but stopping at 10:30 and restarting again at 4:00, keeping the them out of the blistering heat in full gear to avoid heatstroke.

Ghost is wearing a short sleeve compression shirt today, a rarity for sure. So rare, Soap has never seen just that, always a jacket over and half way zipped.

And Soap is staring.

Directly at Ghosts chest.

It’s a beautiful chest and Soap just wants to lay his head on it. Ghost’s pecks are well sculpted and stand out just like the rest of his chest.

Ghost stops mid sentence and yells at soap, ‘you gonna share with the class or keep drooling on the floor.’

This earns a chuckle or two. Ghost smirks expecting he’s just embarrassed Soap.

The heat must’ve killed Soap’s brain and shame because, without missing a beat, he responds ‘you have huge breasts.’

The silence is deafening.

Soap quickly scrambles out of the hanger to anywhere. Hopefully he finds Price to save him, but the man could only do so much. Gaz would help him escape at least, the good man that he was. But he’d laugh at him first.

Back in the hanger, Ghost is left standing there in shock.

‘If you lot can keep him safe from me until 10:30, approximately 2 hours, I will give everyone the week off.’

Ghost had never seen so many soldiers run so fast and so in tune with each other.

But it didn’t matter.

Soap was DOOMED and they both knew it.

Yes

141: don’t snitch

Soap, who has never ditched before in his entire life ever: am I a snitch?

Soap: Any rules I should be aware of now that I’m a part of 141?

Gaz: Yea, don’t be a snitch

Soap: Wha-

Ghost: Don’t be a fucking snitch

Soap: … captain-

Price: Snitches get stitches, MacTavish