The Mission Can Wait.

i love gay people

I want to thank @incorrect-ghostsoap-quotes for the inspiration here

I want to thank my dad for buying my drawing tablet

I want to thank my boyfriend for loving me even thought I’m cringe 24/7

And I wanna thank Activition for giving me a new obsession

Also this is an espiritual secuel of this

I just wanted to talk about my soapghost angst fic, Never Fade Away. It's written after Soap dies. Ghost finds a journal Soap wrote in as a teenager, prior to the one from the games, and decides to read it while learning to handle his own emotions about his boyfriend's death

It's written one chapter in the present about Ghost, followed by a journal entry and repeated like that. There's three chapters of twenty up as I write this so enjoy!

If you read it, please be sure to read the tags! Not everything tagged is in the fic yet but it will be

That was a very suspeeshy video and comment 🤔🤔🤔

It’s only the first day of May and Sean’s already out here causing some Mayhem

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I think you all know what happen next. haha XD

😫 insert soap crushing asmr videos

When i first read this it nearly killed me, so i had to draw it :V

Champions -Prologue-

Chapter One ◇The Beginning◇

"Dearest Seán,

I've heard about the situation at your home and I'm honestly terrified of what could happen to you. I know things are tense and you're in a bad place at this time, so I wrote you this letter in case they try to interfere with your phone, thinking you're part of the problem at hand.

I wish things could be different with what is happening in England, and I know that time is not on our side. So I'll state my point directly. The letter will have a plane ticket for you, the plane leaves on Friday at two in the morning; I know you had told me that you didn't want to leave Brighton, but I'm asking you, Seán, to rethink your choice. You're not safe and you know that. Both of you know it. I want to help and this is my offer.

I'm waiting for you, I cannot lose another friend, not like this. Take the plane ticket and leave, before it's too late for you. Please, I'm worried and I'm scared that any day could be the last one I could speak to you. I know it's hard to leave your home, but now, this means life or death; even if you think it's wrong to leave, I assure you, that is not the case. Seán, do it for me, for your family, the fans, do it for her.

I have gotten a contact to get you a place of your own, I've done everything in my power to help you, all you have to do is take the plane and come here. Come to Los Angeles, please.

I'm waiting for you.

From your friend, Mark"

It was the eighth time he read the letter and he still couldn't believe what he received. He held the plane ticket in his hand and looked at it once more.

The flight was only four days away. He looked at his window seeing the starry night becoming cold and silent, people were heading to their respected places and the police trucks were beginning to park around the corners for tonight's watch. An unsettling feeling came to the man's body, as he questioned his choices. 

"Seán?" The man looked at the person who called his name.

At his door stood a tall young woman, her brown eyes looking at the young Irishman, with a worried look on her face. 

"Hey, are you okay? You've been in here for a while" The Dutch woman spoke with concern, as she closed the door behind her and made her way to the Irishman.

A sigh escaped from the man's lips. He really couldn't say he was okay. So much was running through his head, that he couldn't give an actual honest answer. 

"Do you think I should go Evelien?" Seán asked, as he looked out his window, seeing the streets becoming filled with policemen. 

Evelien stood beside Seán and looked through the window, seeing the policemen as well. She motioned to look at the letter he had received. The Irishman gave her the letter and she began to read it. 

"I don't know what to do. I can't just leave so quickly, what if I get my passport taken or declined; what if they purposely think I'm one of them and just-

"Seán" The Irishman stopped in his sentence, and looked back at Evelien. 

She gave him a small smile, and took his hand, intertwining their fingers together. 

"I think that you should go" She spoke softly to Seán, letting him know with her tone, calm and soothing, that she supported him, even if he had to leave. "Are you sure about this?" Seán asked with concern. 

Evelien leaned in and gave Seán a kiss and pulled away, keeping her sweet smile.

"Yes, I am”

~Tags and Extra Info~

@thekingsandtheirqueen

@rimonatakitoji

Welcome to the story! I hope you all enjoyed the beginning this journey!  Reblogs, comments and likes are always appreciated. If you wish to be tagged let me know!

Until the next update!

Some doodles i did with 💀🧼 ( second it's my hc on their body's and i love it ~/

Alain Mesa as Alejandro Vargas in CALL OF DUTY: MODERN WARFARE II