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miilkybnn · 9 months
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hello milky!!! i'd like to report u have gained quite a cult following amongst our little friend group and if you could, we'd love to see you draw 09 soaproachghost!! no worries if not, we'd just adore seeing them in your style!! hope you're well!
“”cult following”” made me giggle teheehee
y’all are so sweet!! im a lil sick rn so sorry if it’s not up to par with some of my other stuff but here is some 09 GhostRoachSoap for y’all cuties <3
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theyd absolutely spoil Roach rotten me thinks
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8-rae-rae-8 · 4 months
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Watched them get burned alive again
Absolutely fuck you Shepard
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mactavishenjoyer · 1 month
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09' Ghost, into his radio: "ROACH! ROACH! WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU!?? RESPOND!"
09' soap:"how the hell is he going to respond when he can't fucking talk!"
09' Ghost :"he'll make someone else do it"
09' soap: "that's the stupidest thing I have heard all day."
A random man over their radios :"EAST HALLWAY! PLEASE I HAVE A WIFE AND KI-"*gunshot*
09' Ghost, with heart eyes:"see, I told you!"
09' Soap:
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klaart · 8 months
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09 GhostSoap
Missing the 09 bois😪
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Close up!! 09 Ghost design by AmikoRoyAi!!
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He broke his last one,, should we give him another?
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Laptop#51
He got it🤲💻
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Laptop#90
He seems happy about his new laptop,,leap frog laptop!!
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alkern · 1 month
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callsign-coolsquirrel · 2 months
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09 Ghost and mini roach
!dialogue from this post
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transmascsimonriley · 1 month
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the guys
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amikoroyaiart · 9 months
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it's never boring with them
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moon-at-dawn · 5 months
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Did you guys read Soap's journal?
While I reading COD wiki, i found out that OG Soap had journal
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And he is a fuckin artist
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And he really hates army dogs lol
He spent 3pages for talking about dogs
And the first one, he even said "consider me a cat man now"
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What the hell kind of name is Ghost?
- Says the man named Soap
Og mw2 Spoiler below
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For Ghost, Roach
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Drawing of Price
How many times can a man save your life until it's no longer your own?
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lefttoesucker · 2 months
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They are both GAY, TRANSGENDER AND AUTISTIC
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Also some personal headcannon about how the bug boy looks, because in my reality he survived and made a full recovery after Shepard :)
So anyway, freckles, slightly more tan than Ghost, dark curly hair, brown eyes in one of which he's blind due to the burns he suffered. Majority of his body is also covered in burn scars
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That's all :3 I love them
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aidenlydia · 9 months
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Classified.
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miilkybnn · 9 months
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HIIII cult following anon back but since you are asking i would Love to see you draw some 09 soaproach!! :-) maybe the aftermath of the hornet's nest mission? some hurt/comfort about roach nearly being left behind?
well hello again :}
this ask genuinely sent me down a wormhole that i had to explain what my thoughts behind this were because genuinely? ‘09 141 is so much more hurt than comfort that even the comfort makes you want to crawl under your covers and die cry
I think the aftermath of "Hornet's Nest" was ugly— and I mean, hair gripping, heart pumping, screaming and yelling ugly. The mission was just shit to begin with but the fact that Soap had Roach’s life in his literal hands through an ear piece of all things must have been such an awful and sickening feeling.
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But it didn’t matter. No amount of screaming and yelling and pointing fingers could defeat the fact that the reason they acted in such a way was because they were scared for one another. They cared for each other so much that the mere thought of losing the other terrifies them— and here was Soap having to prevent that while he was in a Pave Low and Roach was running for his life.
I don’t think they slept very well that night (or the night afterwards, or the night after that, or…)
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Soap would not let go of Roach and would squeeze him in his sleep, unconsciously making sure that Roach was still there.
In his dreams— nightmares, really— he keeps reliving the moment where Roach was slipping and their hands were just a hair's breadth away. He keeps reliving the moment of having to be forced into that Pave Low by his teammates (because lets be honest, he would have fought tooth and nail) while Roach was unconscious on the cement road or else they all would have died.
Roach just wishes his Captain could get a good nights sleep for once. He worries about Soap and the weight he carries on his shoulders, put on by both the world and by himself.
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8-rae-rae-8 · 5 months
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To Save A Life - Chapter 2
Graves x Roach
Not looking for criticism
Tags under the cut!
Hurt/Comfort, Canon Typical Violence, Roach has trouble talking, Graves knows how to save a life (shocking), Roach x Graves, takes place in 09, Task Force 141 as Family (Call of Duty), Author Has Never Played Call Of Duty, Quite a few people are dead already, I'm not killing them, preshadow company, Graves doesn't have his shadows yet, Young Philip Graves, Young Gary Roach Sanderson, Past Simon "Ghost" Riley/Gary "Roach" Sanderson, (that is only potentially I haven't decided yet), Graves is considerate and kind??, Coma, it's inaccurate though, Pre-Graves being evil, inaccurate coma, slow burn, disabled character, suicidal thoughts, references to depression, guns, shooting, dead characters, [Some may be added or changed]
[Start]
Over the days, The american would come to talk to Roach. Unconscious or not. Sometimes, just sometimes, there would even be gentle contact. The american seemed touch starved. Alone, like Roach. He often spoke of how he lost his team in the army as well, easily assuming that's what happened to Roach. It was obvious anyways. Nothing to really be assumed at that point.
Healing wasn't easy. Nurses would come to clean and redress him and his wounds. But they seemed to know he was waking. Slowly more so every day. Slowly.
It wasn't an easy process. Not at all.
The pain would only cease, or dull, whenever he was given meds. And that often went ignored. He was considered a lost cause by a lot of the staff. Part of him always wished to scream for help when the pain would fill his body. The agony of the flame. The nonexistent flame.
It plagued him. But he was unable to gain aid in this state. This had to have been american grounds, the flawless american English, with little to no accent as far as Roach could tell. But then again, he wasn't in a good enough state to tell much.
What he could tell, though, was that he wasn't alone. Not entirely.
That american, the one that saved him, he seemed to linger. Always somewhere near. His voice around. Roach’s ears picked up his tone, and mannerisms. It was almost nice to be familiar with something here.
“I lost my team once too.” The voice spoke, from next to Roach's bed. Never far. The only tell he was able to hear was the slight spike in heart rate when the american had spoken so suddenly.
“You're up.” The man seemed surprised too. But not in a bad way, maybe not even good. A peaceful neutral.
“What am I sayin’..” He mumbled to himself. “Seems like a man like you doesn't sleep much anyway.. Hard to with all the shit you're hooked up to.” The sound of a small tap to a machine briefly filled Roach's ears.
“Ain't much I can do but wait for you.. not letting another man down by not waiting for ‘im to heal.” There was a small sigh. Though determination was clear in his nervous words. He'd be there to protect Roach.
Of course the words came with some surprise. A very slight exhale came from Roach, only ever so slightly. He'd get better. Because, like his mysterious savior, he would remain determined. There was hardly another option anyways.
Death was too far out of his reach.
Things didn't seem to bad when the american was there to speak. To fill the painfully quiet hospital room with his ramblings. It stopped feeling like it was himself against the world. Hell, sometimes it was himself against himself.
He'd get better, mentally.
The pain and the internal damage were other problems. Even as he slowly regained his ability think straight, he still couldn't make a single sound. Not one.
He shouldn't have, but he tried. It only came out as a breath. Which always had the american stepping closer, or sitting up. Believing halfheartedly that maybe he was waking up completely. It was almost impossible for now.
Impossible and painful.
There didn't feel as though there was a reason for it. Maybe it was from so little use of his vocal cords. That was probably it… or maybe the damage of inhaling so so much smoke.
Regardless, it was hard. Every hour he just wanted to open his eyes, he wanted to see. His eyes darting underneath his closed eyelids. It always seemed that the stranger knew what was needed. It was odd. Very odd to him.
“You'll be a’ight..” The voice spoke, as a hand rested so close to his forearm. His skin tingled at the closeness. It hurt.
“Soon, k?” The words were a poor attempt at comfort. Yet Roach took it all well. Peacefully. He even seemed ease as the other had assured him.
Over time, Roach felt closer to this man. Though his name was never shared (Or Roach didn't remember), he didn't mind. He was very used to secrets in his line of work. That was okay.
Some days, the man didn't show up. Others, he'd be there the whole day. It was hard to tell what kind of day it was. But it seemed to be on some sort of a schedule. Roach never knew where he went off to. There was just a familiar warmth when he came back.
Warmth that was comforting, rather than scary.
Maybe because he'd been told to much about this man, yet knew little to nothing about him. He knew the man enough, but he wasn't sure he knew the person inside. Too shielded off to share more personal details, almost.
Some things slipped occasionally. Little details about his family life, siblings or even past lovers. But it was never from his own perspective, rather a dumbed down narration.
It wasn't too bad, but Roach longed to hear more. He wanted to know more about him. This mysterious man. A protector also. He was never truly alone anymore.
He'd realized after a few days that there was a lot that hadn't been shared. Not that he could judge. He couldn't share much either. That wasn't his fault. He needed more time to get better.
All he had was time. Not necessarily a good time, but enough time.
It soothed him for the time being. His mysterious friend would come share and protect him while he got better. Every day there were small improvements. Having someone there helped jog his brain function.
That was exactly what he needed. More than, even. He was going to be okay. This time he was sure of it. And this time, he knew his team would've been proud to see him heal. No matter how long it took.
And, although it took more time. A few days worth, his eyelids began to flutter. Gaining strength. Working on it.
By the end of the day, his eyes had opened. But the room was cold, no one to congratulate him. He shouldn't have been disappointed, but he could wait for his friend to return. He would.
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liamthemailman · 3 months
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flowers from the OG timeline
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dorgarey · 3 months
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circus pt.2
"dear to me"
mutual understanding
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yakny · 5 months
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ERROR! THIS OPERATING SYSTEM DOES NOT SUPPORT OLDER VERSIONS OF 'SELF'.
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