Sketch Of Sunako And Taejin For @itsastronxmy

Bar Talks

Ghost: *Sits with a pissed expression*

Laswell: Oh c'mon Simon. Have some drinks and loosen up a bit. You went through 3 weeks of brutal combat, its time to take a breather

Ghost: But a pub?

Price: Oh lighten up Si

Ghost: Do you not remember the last time we went out to celebrate at a pub? *motions towards Soap*

Soap: Donnae worry L.T, I'll watch how much I drink this time. Promise

30 minutes later:

Soap: *Standing on the counter, dancing and singing with other pub goers* WAY HEY UP SHE RISES, EARLY IN THE MORNING!

Ghost: *Groans*

Laswell: At least its entertaining

Gaz: Very *Chuckles and looks at ghost smuggly*

Ghost: Dont you da-

Gaz: Hey Soap, sing us a Sea Shanty!

Ghost: Kyle- I will kill you

Laswell: There's 2 snipers to your left, so proceed with caution

Smokes: On it

Oswald: Rogah

Dice: Yes mom

Everyone: ...

Laswell: Mom?

Dice: I said ma'am-!

Smokes: No, I definitely heard "mom"

Oswald adding on smuggly: Either that or we're all going deaf

Dice: Can we all just drop the subject!

Laswell: You see me as a mother figure?

Dice: I see you as a colleague

Oswald: He definitely sees you as a mother figure

Laswell amused: Alright, alright. Lets stay focused. There should be a few guys inside, so take the roof.

Oswald: Yes mom

Smokes: Understood, mom

Dice: Screw you guys...

Hula

Oswald: K, the first step is-

Soap: Pshhh, I've seen enough movies to know the basics. Watch, Bonnie! *Akwardly rotates hips*

Gaz: I don't think hula's supposed to look like that, Soap

Soap: *Scoffs* What do ye know 'bout hula?

Gaz: Enough to know what's idiotic

Oswald: *Clasps hands* Alright, Alright. We're not thrusting the air, Soap. *Bends knees to demonstrate* Bend your knees. Each bend rotates the hips, guiding the sway

Gaz: *Bends knees and sways* Like this?

Oswald: Yep. Just keep swaying like that

Soap: Ye show off *Purposely bumps Gaz with his hips*

Gaz: You wanna fight, Soap? *Bumps Soap back*

Soap: YOU'RE ON!

Soap and Gaz: *Having a fight using their hips*

Oswald: *Sighs* I give up...

Ghost: *Yells from outside the room* Looks like you're in a Hula-of trouble, Oz

Oswald: *Groans*

Dog in training P.2

Dice: *Storming into Price's office* I can't stand Smokes and his new dog!

Soap: Oh? You cannae? *Lifts leg to show a pup sized bite mark* I donnae see you getting bit like a chew toy!

Price: Okay, okay. Calm down

Dice: Calm down? *Lifts chewed up hat* The mut has been terrorizing my things!

Soap: And my limbs!

Price: *Sighs* I'll go have a talk with Liam about Foz and-

Smokes: *Barges in with Fozzie by his side* Heyo Price, check this out

Smokes: *Looks at Fozzie* Foz, Smokes me

Fozzie: *Runs out the room, retrieving a pack of Cigarettes from God knows where, proudly*

Smokes: Good boy! *Hands Price a cig while proudly petting Foz*

Price: Excellent work Sargeant, I'm impressed. We'll have Foz on militant training next week due to his good behavior and progress

Soap and Dice: *Looking a Price, dumbfounded*

Posting here on main now so uhhhhh yeh 👍

Might just move this account to my main to make things less complicating and annoying for me. It's not like I post on my main anyways :/

What Kind of Book Character Would Your OC Be?

Link: UQUIZ

Tagged by: @cloudofbutterflies92

The Unheard Poet

The unheard poet [noun, presumably french origin] refers to a character who hides many words unspoken under their tongue. they have chosen to purposefully hide these words and abandoned the thought of ever letting them flow up to the surface. despite that, they tend to be very outgoing and friendly, speaking their mind and laughing at the stupidest of things whenever they can, yet there's an eerie feeling to their gaze, as none might know what they truly think of the world presented to them. the unheard poets often think of themselves as beasts with two faces, the side they show to the world never being one of their liking. they carefully craft their facade while bottling up what they truly want to say - they are people with beautiful minds, minds that deserve to be spoken out, that are purposefully hidden away due to their fear of people leaving them behind for who they are. they are the ones to attempt in molding their personality to whatever their companions want to see them as to the point where they forget which one of their 'selves' was the original poet - still as unheard and as beautiful as before. there might just be the only way to escape the tragic nature of an unheard poet and that is acceptance. - a fellow unheard poet

The Midnight Lover

The midnight lover [noun, german origin] refers to a character that believes their final destination is a second place. they are always there when people need them, but they are never their first choice, merely the one to talk to at midnight when one is the most honest, just to be thrown away the morning after (hence why they're called a midnight lover). midnight lovers love too much, fall too deep and land to hard for anyone and everyone they appreciate, but they never seem to get their love back in the way they'd want, forever united by the dreadful second place in people's lives. many take advantage of midnight lovers, using their heart that's always there to listen as something they can dump all their problems on, not acknowledging that their heart is just as fragile as any other. still, midnight lovers listen and comfort and give their all no matter it draining them - sometimes it's truly astonishing how much love they're able to store within themselves. all midnight lovers long for is to be perceived as something more than 'the second resort', though many struggle to realize their already achieved significance in eyes of others. who knows, many (or majority) may haven't ever been a second choice, they were just lead to believe so via people not treating them accordingly. as a certain saying goes, "one not worthy of your love should not be able to spend it." - a fellow midnight lover

The Tide

The tide [noun, german origin] refers to a character that considers silence the most powerful weapon of them all. they believe that in silence, there lies no agreement nor disagreement, simply the passive ability to listen. the tides are the ones to believe that there's no use in fighting for their opinion and consider the opinion as itself vastly unimportant in comparison to the rest - they are calm, collected and never let emotions overtake them, at least, not in front of others. some would call them cold, yet that'd be a mistake - there's a great fire that lies behind the facade of the nature of the tides, fire that someone, something set off in them long time ago that refuses to die down. this fire only grows stronger with each minute of the prevailing silence they pretend to thrive in and it is only a matter of time this fire burns them to their core and then...well, only tides know what will happen then. perhaps they'll scream, perhaps they'll cry, desperately trying to tell the world what misery lies in their silence that is not to be broken since no-one would listen to them either way and still, they'd be so beautifully incorrect. there's plenty of stories tides have to tell and even more that shall be listened to - they just need to let people submerge in their water. - a (former) fellow tide

The False Muse

The false muse [noun, latin origin] refers to a character that attempts to be perfect in order to receive certain amount of praise, or to inspire others to go in their footsteps. they tend to seek the spotlight, the podium, the gaze of the people looking up to them, with praise and validation being what keeps them pursuing the way of living they did before. the false muses surely have their goals, but the biggest one is to simply be better than yesterday and worse than tomorrow, to be in a constant state of self improvement they'll never deem enough. this is what leads them to the ocassional state of burnout, state one may describe as trying so hard to please the artist you become the opposite of a muse - hence why they're called false ones. the false muses might be tempted to think that they've never achieved perfection, but the truth is, there's no such thing as perfection, nor is there a way to achieve it. all muses could long for is merely the perfect version of themselves and they've achieved that already, over a thousand times.

The Icarus

The icarus [noun, greek origin] refers to a character, first curious and childish, who got so bored of the world's rotten nature they lost all hope in living. as the last resort to find the spark in the world of dying stars, the icarus may have attempted numerous times to touch the blazing surface of the sun, hoping to see any kind of redemption in the reflection of their face in the sun's flames. as a result, their wings were melted down and their bones broken by the harsh landing, yet that still didn't stop them from trying all over again. the people of icarus' nature often believe their place is with the stars and their desire to burn amongst them causes them to forget the beauty of the land they've abandoned, merely flying over it - the world has stored so much beauty for them they often struggle to see through the rays of sun and yet, it is still there. the most beautiful of flowers grow upon the lands their feet haven't even touched and maybe, just maybe, if they spared a bit of their time to give the (them forsaken) world another chance, they'd see that sky might not be the home they truly desire, but one they've seeked just because they have seen only the worst of the world. - a fellow icarus

Tagging: @the-whispers-of-death @itsastronxmy @littlelalaland

Handling heat

During physicals in 98⁰ heat:

Oswald: *Stretches* Isn't the weather just perfect?

Soap: *On the floor, drowning in sweat, panting* When is fall again?

Gaz: *Laying next to him* Not soon...not soon enough...

Yk for a self proclaimed artist, I noticed I don't post any art. So uhhhh, a sketch of Oswald :p

(Thought it would be funny to add ears to fit her name but now I kinda like it a lot lol)

Price: You okay?

Oswald: Not really. I have this massive headache that just comes and goes

Graves: *Walks by*

Oswald: There it is again

Traitor

Ghost and Oswald: *sipping tea in kitchen while chatting*

Soap: *walking in half asleep* Mornin-

Soap: *Looks up and sees Oswald drinking tea and gasping* YE TRAITOR

Oswald: Traitor?!

Soap: *pointing at Ghost dramatically* How could ye! Ye plagued her mind with ye britishness!

Ghost: *shrugs* Its not my fault I can brew a good cup

Soap: Ye plauged my coffee buddy!

Oswald: I still like coffe-

Soap: NOW LOOK AT HER! I can already hear the British accent forming in her vocabulary!

Oswald: Its really not like tha-

Soap: *sulking* My coffee buddy has conformed to a Brit...

Ghost: *passing a cup to Soap* here

Soap: *grabs the cup, still sulking*

Oswald: *Sips tea*