Thread: Soap is a rascal, no tw, I needed to write something silly (shock).
Generally speaking, the 141 is a pretty goddamned exciting task force to be in. There’s almost never any time between ops, whether they’re sent out together or picked apart for specialized skills. (1/19)
Generally speaking, the 141 is a pretty goddamned exciting task force to be in. There’s almost never any time between ops, whether they’re sent out together or picked apart for specialized skills. (1/19)
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Everyone’s got their little hobbies - Gaz likes to read, Ghost has his little wood carvings and bad jokes, and Price mostly seems to like to yell at people.
Groaning, he frisbees his sketchbook onto his desk.
“Come in,” Ghost calls out.
Entering the room, Soap finds him at his desk, balaclava pulled up over his nose, scowling at a laptop while a cigarette burns away in a nearby ashtray. He looks stern, obviously sunk into something important.
“Dangerous admission,” Ghost mutters, clicking away on his laptop. “Can find you a latrine that needs cleaning if you like.”
“Honestly? Whatever ya got.”
Cocking an eyebrow beneath the mask, Ghost regards him curiously.