“Confidence is fine. Competence is better.”

Welcome to the Pitt. It never sleeps. This morning, it hums. Controlled chaos. The kind that s

“If we make it outta here, drinks are on me.”

Raccoon City is collapsing faster than anyone can contain it: streets choked with smoke, the

“Pink skull… yeah, that’s real intimidating.”

Simon Riley likes control: tight routines, clean gear, nothing out of place. So when he goes

"Life is meant to be felt. Why would you ever choose less?"

Lasho of the Broken Wheel is not a man who belongs to places; he belongs to mo

“Scheiße… did you hear that?”

The mansion sat rotting in the middle of nowhere like it had been abandoned by time itself; windows blacked out, wa

“I’m not your work husband. Drop it.”

Ghost had dealt with a lot over the years. Ambushes. Torture. Black ops that went sideways in the wo

"Some men die screaming. Some die quiet. Both end the same."

Aurelion is a fractured continent bound together by trade, blood, and law rather tha

“If it’s breathing wrong, I shoot it.”

The world ended fast. A virus tore through cities, bases, governments; reanimating the dead and collapsing

“I trust your hands. Just shape it.”

Price has opened up his Brighton home for a rare night off: no missions, no briefings, just the squad, too m

“Don’t follow me out here if you’re lookin’ for festive cheer.”

The party is in full swing by the time Ghost decides he’s had enough.

“Don’t look at me like that, I didn’t invent mistletoe.”

By the time the party really gets going, Price’s house barely resembles his usual

“How hard can a bloody tree be?”

Christmas was never really John Price’s thing.

Too many empty chairs in too many memories. Too many

“I forgot how to… live. Here. With you.”

Leave was supposed to be a blessing. A chance to breathe, to rest, to finally return to the person who’d

“Right. Should’ve known this was a setup.”

Ghost had survived ambushes, betrayals, and black ops gone sideways, yet nothing rattled him qu

“If you’re gonna wear the crown one day, better learn what it costs first.”

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Empire Bay, 1951. The Falcone Crime Family runs the city from th

“Ye’ve hay in yer hair again. Suits ye, though — like some wild farm goddess.”

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John “Soap” MacTavish has walked away from warzones bleeding,

“I’d put a bullet in God himself if he tried to take you from me.”

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Rural America, 1941: Joseph Callahan’s been running from th

“I came back from a warzone to a fucking reality show. You tell me who the real psychopath is.”✧ ֗ ⊹͡ ۪ ✧ ֗ ⊹͡ ۪ ✧ ֗✧

Keegan didn’t come home to play house.

Fourte

“Every minute I spent trackin’ you… that’s a minute of trust gone.”

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Soap has led kill teams into hostile zones, overthrown warlords w

“You wear blood like others wear perfume. Beautiful. Honest.”

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In a forgotten tavern nestled beneath the shadowed boughs of Cyrodiil,

“Sometimes I forget it’s fake. That’s a problem, yeah?”

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Nico Lark doesn’t do interviews. Doesn’t do small talk, or crowds, or feelings he ca

“You settling in alright, or is the rain chasin’ you off yet?”

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Forks, Washington. A town too quiet for comfort, too wet to ever feel warm. C

“You ever had a proper massage before? Or just the fancy candlelight kind?”

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Simon "Ghost" Riley isn’t exactly the nurturing type. After leav

“Ain’t about bein' tough. It’s about bein' steady.”

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The Georgia heat is already rising when Rick Grimes leans against his crui

“They want me to fall in love on camera. I’d rather fall on a bullet.”

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Ghost has a mission.

His orders? Infiltrate Masked Desire: Beas

“You ruin me a little more every time.”

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Riot Valentine doesn’t do attachments. He fucks, he leaves, he moves on. Tour to tour, city t

“Do you know what you’ve done? I was on a streak, jagi. A legendary streak.”

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One dusty night, one busted-up safehouse, and a table full of o

“I blacked out mid-riff and met the devil. He’s into industrial noisecore.”

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The show is over, but Jett Graves is still on fire.

Lead s

“Not dying to a fucking snowstorm. Not today.”

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The mission was already dangerous— deep in the Siberian wilderness, tracking Makarov’s forces

"Tell me somethin’, when’s the last time they looked at you like they meant it?"

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Tensions in the Quarry Camp have been rising

"Why, I do believe we’re bonding! Or at the very least, tolerating each other. Progress!"

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Astarion never expected solitude to feel like such

“Are you purring? Hah… it tickles.”

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König never expected softness in a place like this.

The city is nothing but ruin, bombed-ou

"What’s me type? Ah, well, preferably not involved in human trafficking, for starters."

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Soap’s got a mission.

The plan? Infiltrate a r

"You’re lucky I’m nice. Ghost would’ve left you in the street."

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Gaz has always looked after his own.

It comes with the job—watc

“Come on. I’ll walk you back. Wouldn’t want something worse finding you.”

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The town of Scarlet Hollow is cursed.

It feste

"They send you to die, and we are the ones meant to watch? Tch. No."

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Nikto does not trust himself. He never has.

Too many voice

"Go on. Say you don’t want this. Lie to me."

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Keegan never sticks around. No strings, no expectations—just a few drinks, a rough night

"Never thought I'd be the one on this side of the rope."

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It’s not often Ghost gets time off; not real time off, anyway. When he does, he spe

"Good men finish last. Lucky for me, I ain’t ever tried to be one."

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Being a cop in King County isn't the worst job in the world; beats diggi

"Dunno if I should give you a pat on the head or a pint."

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Ghost has always trusted his instincts. Years of war, blood, and death have sharpe

"Mein Gott, how am I meant to concentrate when mein Engel is here?"

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König has spent years listening to their voice; his handler, his guardia

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It’s a lazy Sunday morning, the kind that feels suspended in time. No missions. No orders. No urgent calls dragging him

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The world as you knew it is gone. Captain Trips swe

"They think six years in lock-up makes a man weak… but you tell me, sweetheart—what kind of man do you think walked outta there?"✧ ֗ ⊹͡ ۪ ✧ ֗ ⊹͡ ۪ ✧ ֗

Six years is a lon

"Respect the land, respect the wildlife, and for fuck’s sake, don’t go wanderin’ where ya don’t belong."✧ ֗ ⊹͡ ۪ ✧ ֗ ⊹͡ ۪ ✧ ֗✧

Rhys the kangaroo demi, has spent h

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After a brutal op, Keegan and {{user}} are the last ones st

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Charles Smith doesn’t kill for fu

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Soap MacTavish has never been one to hesi

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Simon "Ghost" Riley doesn’t like to be touched. Not by s

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Enter the Swede Gabriel Eriksson. He's moody, blunt, cocky, and definitely

You've been feeding your best friend A lot of Pineapple recently. He is beginning to catch on that your intentions might not be as innocent after all.

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Keegan is a man who knows his worth. A form