Ghost, to Gaz, drunk out of his mind: Garrick thinks he knows everything but he has no idea I'm in love with Y/N
Gaz: You're in love with Y/N?
Ghost: Oops, sorry, my bad
Ghost, leaning over to Y/N: Garrick thinks he knows everything but he has no idea I'm in love with Y/N
Y/N: You're in love with me?
Ghost:
Ghost: Where the fuck is Johnny when I'm talking to him?
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Laswell: This is the team I want you to be a medic for.
Y/N: This hellish nightmare of a squad?
Laswell: They’re not that bad.
Y/N: I have a twenty-seven year old who has an inferiority complex because he’s the youngest man here, a Scotsman who likes to have constant pissing matches that end with him speaking a language no one understands, a living Halloween decoration with so many issues I would be here for hours explaining them, I have nothing negative to say about Farah and Alex, and a grumpy old man who thinks he’s a DILF but I don’t really think he inherently knows what qualifies being a DILF but I don’t have the heart to tell him.
Laswell: Well…Farah and Alex are wonderful.
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Sharks, I'm asking for $300,000 to further my comedy-driven minimalistic artistic vision (erase Bruce from all Batman comic panels) through an impromptu merger with an existing action media franchise (staging a coup at DC headquarters). In return, you'll get self-reflective insight into human behavior when faced with sudden unexpected gaps in entertainment material (it'll be really fucking funny and we both know it)
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Ghost: Aw, you still listen to boy bands? Cute.
Y/N: Shut up, boy. You look like you listen to Boulevard of Broken Dreams just so you can imagine angsty scenarios.
Soap: *Snort*
Y/N: You shut up too. You look like your favorite song is Stacy’s Mom because it makes you think of when you shagged your teacher at the end of your sixth year and then bragged about it.
Gaz: *Trying not to laugh*
Y/N: I better not hear you either. I know for a fact you’re in the 1% of listeners of Weird Al on Spotify.
Price: *Tired old man sigh*
Y/N: Don’t even. Your favorite songs are The Wreck of The Edmund Fitzgerald and Sink the Bismarck and all that tells me is that your hyper-fixation is shipwrecks.
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(Soap arguing with Gaz)
Soap: WHY DON’T YE SLAP ME, HUH
Gaz: I WILL-
(Ghost who’s passing by proceeds to slap Soap’s ass and runs off)
Gaz: …
Soap: WHO DID THAT !?
Gaz about to die: PLEASE
Ghost yelling from the other side of the hall: IT’S FUCKIN HARD, DAMMIT MACTAVISH
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hear me out: Gaz tummy
(There isn’t enough love for Gaz and it make me kinda sad tbh he’s so pretty)
~Valentine
oh anon, i'll do you one better-
gaz tatas, you're welcome
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