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Corporal_MerryWeather
@rebeccatannen.bsky.social
Merry, Hyperfixated and Depressed Writer aged 22✨️
Sleep Token, Ghost, and CoD obsessed
MDNI with 🔞NSFW content
I'd love to see this continued!
November 12, 2023 at 8:24 PM
Silli AAAAAAHH Yes that would be amazing.
October 10, 2023 at 9:14 AM
Price and Gaz would find it, and they’d see what was on the canvas. Soap smirked, a dangerous glance in his eyes as he pocketed his phone.

Surprise, surprise, 141.

/With regards, J. MacTavish & V. Makarov./

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October 1, 2023 at 3:01 PM
-canvas. Then he, too, left the room. The door stayed open, the canvas stayed on the easel, and the blood that had dripped down Ghost’s neck stayed on the floor as a questionable stain.
October 1, 2023 at 3:00 PM
“Take him with us,” the man said, nodding toward Ghost. “You’ve earned your toy.” 

“Thank ye, Sir,” Soap smiled. 

The man nodded and left the room, letting in two grunts who began dragging Ghost and his chair away. Soap stayed for a moment to snap a picture of the-
October 1, 2023 at 3:00 PM
-about, grabbing a brush again to sign the canvas with his signature. He held out the brush for the man and it was taken. He watched as the other also put his signature down, a little more obvious than his, but still small enough to not break the beauty of the painting.
October 1, 2023 at 3:00 PM
-like it?” 

The man turned to him, shaking his head, “I like it plenty, MacTavish. If you’re done, let’s go welcome the rescue party for the Lieutenant.” 

“They’re already here?” Soap asked. 

“Yes.” 

“Ah’ll get ready, hold on one moment,” he replied. The man watched him flit-
October 1, 2023 at 2:59 PM
-continued cleaning. 

“Sergeant.” 

“Sir,” Soap replied. 

“I see you’ve been busy,” the man said, walking to Ghost and lifting his head, examining the crude mark on his neck. “Your initials, Sergeant?” he chuckled. 

“Aye, Sir,” Soap said, coming to stand by his side. “Do ye… not-
October 1, 2023 at 2:59 PM
-the blood onto the sketch of Ghost on the canvas, smudging it to adhere to the distance. Then he painted the mark with a finer brush, smiling at the finished result. He began clearing his supplies when the door opened and he looked up. He saluted the man who entered and-
October 1, 2023 at 2:59 PM
-grabbed a brush from the satchel on his waist, swiping it through the blood on Ghost’s neck. The other man muffled a yelp and jerked away from him, the bristles probably stinging and aggravating the wound. Soap ignored him and returned to his canvas. He carefully brushed-
October 1, 2023 at 2:58 PM
Feral, mad.

“Ye belong to me now, Ghost,” Soap whispered, leaning in so he could say it in Ghost’s ear. 

The Lieutenant stiffened and swallowed heavily behind his gag. Soap let go of his chin and Ghost let his head fall. He watched for a moment as Ghost caught his breath and then-
October 1, 2023 at 2:58 PM
-his skin, slowly dragging it this way and that. Blood welled under the sharp blade and the pain would be minimal. Ghost had taught him how to take good care of his knives, after all. When Soap pulled back, his grin widened and this time it did reach his eyes.
October 1, 2023 at 2:58 PM
-his pulse point and Ghost jerked away, but Soap grabbed his chin and held him in place. 

“If ye move now, Ah’m hittin’ somethin’ important,” Soap explained darkly. “Ah suggest ye dinnae do so.” 

Ghost inhaled sharply through his nose when Soap pressed the knife deeper into-
October 1, 2023 at 2:57 PM
Soap grinned. But it didn’t reach his eyes. It was a feral thing, something dark and dangerous. He liked this, liked Ghost being afraid of him. It made him feel powerful. He slid a knife from its holster and dragged it along Ghost’s neck, feeling the man shiver. He tapped it on-
October 1, 2023 at 2:57 PM
-up again to approach Ghost once more. He grabbed hold of Ghost’s balaclava and tugged so the eyeholes were over his hair and Ghost was practically blind. The Lieutenant tensed, body going rigid when Soap pressed his fingers to his pulse point. It was beating rapidly.
October 1, 2023 at 2:57 PM
-trigger. Electricity shot along the chair and Ghost shrieked behind his gag, body going tense for a long moment before Soap let go of the trigger. Ghost slumped in relief and heaved behind his gag, glaring daggers at Soap. “Dinnae look at me like that,” Soap said, standing-
October 1, 2023 at 2:56 PM
-up over Ghost’s nose, exposing the thick strip of black fabric that kept the man from spouting insult after insult. Soap hummed a quiet tune while he worked and eventually had to stop when Ghost had moved too much from his struggling. “Stop moving,” Soap snapped, pressing his foot down on a-
October 1, 2023 at 2:56 PM
When he got the right light angle, Soap moved back to his canvas and continued painting. Ghost didn’t stop glaring at him. Not that Soap had expected anything else, but still. He’d love a happier subject to sketch. He pursed his lips and painted on, sketching the crude ropework and the mask rolled-
October 1, 2023 at 2:56 PM
Ghost glared at him, deep, dark hatred spilling forth from his eyes. There was only anger there, no remorse or sympathy, or anything that made Ghost likable. It was all gone. Soap approached him and grabbed the back of his chair, kicking the legs so he could turn it a little.
October 1, 2023 at 2:55 PM
Soap sighed and leaned back on his stool,vscooting his canvas to the side so he could look at Ghost fully. “Come on now, Lt, dinnae make me mess this up,” Soap mumbled, cracking his back. He put down his art supplies and stood, leisurely strolling over to Ghost.
October 1, 2023 at 2:55 PM
Eyes that bore deadly holes into his soul.

Soap tutted as he looked past his canvas at Ghost, pouting as the man glared at him. He wasn’t deterred and kept sketching, making his eyes less angry and fuller of – actually no, they were just angry. Angry and betrayed.
October 1, 2023 at 2:55 PM
-it gave dimension to what he actually wanted to paint. Most of his canvas was black, deep colors that represented something strong and beautiful to him. He lifted his brush and with a flick of his wrist added deep, dark eyes to his canvas.
October 1, 2023 at 2:54 PM
-of another recruit. It was, to date, one of his most favorite paintings. His other favorite painting was the one he was currently making. The background was already done; a quiet room with bare concrete walls and questionable stains on it. But Soap loved it nonetheless, for-
October 1, 2023 at 2:54 PM
-nap on the plane. He’d snapped a picture of the man, painted him, then deleted said picture. So Soap loved to paint, out in the open where he could be seen on his day off. He’d garnered quite the crowd one day while making a detailed portrait of Price correcting the stance-
October 1, 2023 at 2:54 PM
-smoking a cigarette, leaning against the back wall of the office buildings. He painted Ghost while the man was doing his paperwork, while he drilled the recruits, and while making his tea. Anything and everything that Ghost did, Soap painted. He even painted Ghost taking a-
October 1, 2023 at 2:53 PM