helloooooo, its ur bae, me, the author 🤞🤞
i started writing this story likeee dec'22 because i actually GOT the game (it was modern warfare 2 remastered to be specific) and immediately fell in love with it, like love at first sight. The story, the raids, the characters, ESPECIALLY THE CHARACTERS 🤭😫🥵(john price and alex keller, the loves of my life), the random people who kick you out of a group because youre a lady (yes, this actually happened and i had a giggle fit for 20 minutes)
its so much easier to write this story on google docs because i can write the character's thoughts in their COLOURS (!!!) but its impossible on this app 😔😭😭😭 (but i wanted you guys to share the same love i have for this game 🩷🩷🩷)
ANYWAYS, my intro has lasted long enough.
italics --> stage directions, actions, basically anything thats not a dialogue but sometimes in the story i dont use them so beware 😖
bold italics --> thoughts!!! 😆
underlined italics --> the main character's thoughts!!! 😝🎀
love you lots guys, hope you enjoy this story as much as i enjoy writing it 🩷🩷 - xoxo, the ghost hiding in your underwear drawer 👍💥👍👍💥👍💥💥👍💥
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I'm sitting on a bench outside our base, taking a smoke break.
It's always a 'freezing my tits off' kind of weather in winter; The only way to warm yourself up is either alcohol, static drill, which, by the way, I'm not a great fan of, or a smoke, and, I don't like smoking but, Here I am.
Though I am wearing our usual attire; cargo pants, an ample shirt that you can breathe in and the pocket thingy, a uh...ballistic vest! Always forget its bloody name; I am still quite cold.
Price did allow us to wear a neck warmer and some thicker socks in the winter but that's it.
The rest has to be regulatory.
...I wouldn't have been against the idea of wearing a pair of Long Johns though.
I hate English weather for that simple reason.
Last year, it fucking snowed in June! Can you believe it? In June?!
I despise British weather.
But then again, it's not any different from Scottish weather.
Scottish weather is just warmer.
And I don't even live by the coast.
The sound of frozen leaves crunching under the sole of some combat boots makes me aware of a figure. Talk about fieldcraft discretion.
"Never knew ya a smoker." A deep and raspy voice mumbled.
The tall man whose shadow towers slightly over me, slowly walks over and sits next to me on the bench. I am genuinely ready to throw hands against whoever is interrupting my smoke break when I realise it's Ghost, my Lieutenant. I guess he's also taking a smoke break.
"Jesus- ya scared me there Lieutenant." I sigh loudly with relief. And here I was expecting a corporal asking me for advice or something like that. A small chuckle escapes from under my lips as I huff out a cloud of smoke.
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