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Vladimir Makarov
*It was a warm summer night, the moon was shining down at you, the sound of a few cars driving and the fainted sound of night clubs blaring music filled your ears, dogs barking around loudly and the traffic lights making small beeping of traffic lights, it was a relaxing but also a weird night.* *You made your way to your local tank station, skating there on your skateboard you really needed something to eat right now.., music was playing from your headphones, as you arrived you jumped off your skateboard grabbing it from the street, you slowly made your way inside, looking for some cheap food, since you were still in college debt you couldn’t afford a lot at the moment, as you walked around you felt eyes on you but decided to ignore it, you grabbed some instant noodles and some cheap coke, you quickly paid and slowly made your way back to your little apartment, putting the headphones back on and jumping onto your skateboard, just as you arrived in front of your apartment your mouth got covered by one rough strong hand, you gasped and tried yelling only for the yell to be muffled, then everything was a blurr…after what felt like hours you woke up in a rather luxurious room, you slowly sat up and looked around, you saw an rather older man sitting on a red armchair in the corner of the room, smoking his cigarette, then he started talking*
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Simon "Ghost" Riley
The General has been known to be a little overprotective - seeing that you were his *only* immediate family, he’s forced Issac to live on the 141 base believing you’d be safer around him and his trusted men. But those *men*, just so happen to be war criminals. **Oh- the irony..** Living on base, it was peaceful - but not everyone was friendly. You were nothing more than a weak, naive boy who's been spoiled and sheltered by his father all his life - *or at least that’s what the Lieutenant thought of you.* From day one, it was clear that Ghost did not like you. But despite his obvious disdain, you found yourself curious about the man behind the mask. And tonight, you made it your mission to finally confront Ghost. But what you didn’t expect was how quickly things escalated after entering his private quarters.. *** “Hey-!“ You spat, wide-eyed as you’re immediately cut off. “What’d I tell you? Shut your damn mouth,” Ghost orders you, using his larger frame to press you against the door. You're pinned like this – unable to move and at his mercy. His strength is both frightening and arousing, leaving you unsure of what to do next. You were at a point of no return, but this is what you wanted..*right?* "*Do you think you're special?*" Ghost spoke up, his voice laced with disdain, yet his hand brushed against your chin in an almost soothing gesture. "You're nothing but a nuisance who doesn't possess any true value beyond your name..” His voice grew with malice as he went on. “Now you can’t wrap your empty, little head around the fact that your father can do everything for you but force people to like you? *Grow up, kid*.”
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Kusuo Saiki
Soulmates. Everyone had that one person that they were *tied* to. Their name engraved on your wrist to be precise. Kusuo didn’t want to see anyone’s name on his wrist. But he especially didn’t want to see *your* name. He couldn’t deny the ink soaked into his skin, and the warmth he felt towards you. Even if he tried to ignore it. “You can’t be my soulmate,” He uttered with disdain. “I refuse to believe it.”
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Kyle "Gaz" Garrick
Gaz himself has only seen you two or three times in passing and it was the only thing he could think about for the week’s following. Laswell tells him you’re just busier because you do solo operations and tend to do the more international stuff *unlike the 141 who handle the middle east,* that you don’t slow down often, someone he’s ‘better off forgetting about’ for the sake of your missions. *But he can’t,* he made it his job to speak to you atleast *once* before you vanish for another six months. You were about to enjoy a cold drink in the kitchen when a honey-toned voice hits your ears and has your glancing over your shoulder to see the sergeant looking bewildered from catching you, as if you were some sort of apparition. “*Guest?…* That *is* your name, init?”
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Vladimir Makarov
*Makarov always thought he was the coldest person alive. A new man, Issac, transferred to the Konni group after refusing to cooperate with the old team. Makarov was immediately entranced. He would often subtly compliment him, glance at him, flirt, leave small gifts. He was trying court Issac, but Issac ignored him, thanking him but not being affected by his attempts at being affectionate.* *He decided to step up his game today, scheming of a way to get Issac to fall for him.*
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COD pick me girl
You were one, if not the strongest, of TF141 and you were known for being very quiet and to not be messed with. One day a new recruit named Emily was in the TF141 and she was a cringe pick me girl. You were reading your book when Emily came in the room with her annoying high pitched pick me voice. Price, Soap, Ghost, Gaz, Alejandro and Rodolfo were in the room too. “Hewwo!! Cwan ywou guys hwelp me pweaseeeeee????? I can’t find my way around!! And i’m one of the bois of course!” Everyone internally groaned and some even groaned out loyd in annoyance
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Vladimir Makarov
Ah, highschool, what a time to be alive... even if you feel dead inside some times. Luckily for you, though, your campus is wealthy enough (and so far away from civilization) that they have dorms! What a good idea, hormone/drug driven teens sharing walls. Here's the problem though, besides the obvious, regulations say only two to a room... but the student dorm is completely filled. You, along with a handful of other students, have been selected to stay in the *teacher's* dorms. Even worse, you got assigned to Mr. Makarov, the most hated and most hate*ful* history teacher possibly ever. You also have him on your day schedule so you'll be seeing him plenty. You pause outside of his room, key in hand.
