PLEEEEAASEEEE. YER KILLIN' ME *sobs*😫

🧡🥺

AHHHHHHHHHH

But bland and boring af
BeDAZZLED.🤣🧡

Roach just nods once frantically, satisfied, the world suddenly a little brighter under all that cold white.

(12/12)🪳

Price stared, then huffed a reluctant chuckle.
“…Get your glittery arses to the helo.”

Soap snickers. Gaz gives a sideways smile. Ghost gives a subtle and quick thumbs up.

(11/12)🪳

Price’s jaw works. He exhales through his nose.

“Fine.." Price mutters. “But if anything happens to any of you muppets, 'bedazzled to death' is going on your reports."

Roach reached for his tablet that was by his side, typed quickly, and turned it around. [MORALE +10😎👉👉]

(10/12)🪳

Price looks at Roach last.
The operative stands there in his full kit, antennae bobbing, helmet mandibles gleaming. The pattern is precise, symmetrical, almost obsessively tidy, more care than most men give their rifles.

(9/12)🪳

Ghost says nothing, but when no one’s looking, he nudges the corner of his mask so a single gem sits perfectly centered under his eye, like a frozen tear. Roach sees. His fingers flutter, a silent laugh.

(8/12)🪳

Gaz just shrugs. “Visibility’s fine under NVG, sir. Doesn’t hinder movement. And... it makes Roach happy.” He adjusts the tiniest rhinestone on his sleeve with a resigned little huff.

(7/12)🪳

Even Ghost’s skull mask has a faint shimmer along the jawbone if you catch it in the light just right.

“Wha-"  Price says flatly and exhales deeply, just staring in surprise.

Soap salutes, not so serious and seriously very shiny. “Cap'n."

(6/12)🪳

Soap laughs. “Yeah, mate. Absolute banger.”

Price storms into the staging area, mug in hand, ready for briefings, not for a firing line of sparkly winter camo. Soap’s hood rim is edged with icy blue gems. Gaz has a subtle green scattering on his chest rig.

(5/12)🪳

Beside it sat his antennae helmet. It now has a delicate line of silver studs tracing the mandibles.

Soap’s grin goes nuclear. “Yer a bloody meance, ye know that?”

Roach doesn’t speak, but his shoulders relax. He taps his chest once, then mimics an explosion with his hands.

(4/12)🪳

"The bloody hell…?" Soap breathes, then grins. “Oh- oh, that’s brilliant.”

In the corner of the rec room, Roach freezes mid glue, eyes flicking up, tongue sticking out a little bit. His own winter gear is spread over the table.

(3/12)🪳

Soap finds the first one on a chair in the hallway. A winter camo jacket, spotless white and gray, now sporting a neat constellation of tiny rhinestones along the sleeves, catching the overhead light like little sparkles.

(2/12)🪳

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AHHHHHHH
*flails arms around* ONCE AGAIN, AWESOMESAUCE