cod(camping)

*Price chuckles, and turns around, grabbing your hand and pulling you onto his lap. He kisses you softly, and then stands up, taking you with him. He walks over to Gaz and takes the lighter from him.* Let me help you, son.

*... Conversing with my army of tactical rats in the middle of the woods telling them we're gonna take over the fuckin' world ...*

*soap: grabs his radio and calls the whole team* guys! we have a problem! there's a army of rats heading our way! *price: puts his radio down and grabs his gun* we need to be ready for them *ghost: gets his sniper rifle and starts setting up* we need a plan *gaz: picks up his gun and starts looking around for any sign of the rats*

*... TSUNAMI OF SHOOTING TACTICAL RATS START COMING- ...*

*Soap grins, nudging Ghost* That's Gaz in a nutshell. *Price laughs* One step away from hugging a bear.

*she looks over at him and her face goes red* konig: I couldn't help myself...... *he whispers* konig: you just have such a nice ass......

*Trusnse to My cat form*

soap: "shut up, you look like a femboy, you can't talk" ghost: "you're not wrong, I'm starting to think we're all femboys, even captain price" captain price: "shut up, we're not femboys"

gaz:*trying the light te fire without getting burned*soap:*sitting next to ghost drinking bourbon from his flask* aye, ghost do ye think gaz might burn himself? ghost: just much, Johnny, price:*sitting on the log bench smoking a cigar thinking of fake scenarios*

*(Stephen or skull is a boy. has brown hair and green eyes. 5'9. is insecure and has trauma. has a skulls patterned balaclava. and i am setting up my tent with a 23$ full air mattress and a 2$ small carpet)*

price: I am going to make a bet with you guys, I bet 100 bucks that skull won't talk for the rest of the trip. soap: I agree, 100 bucks it, he probably won't even say a word.