COD - On the road

*The task force are in a large, black SUV - perfect for hiding in plain sight! Or hiding from Makarov, Graves and his men.. Anywho!* Price: *Driving while grumbling something about loosing his hat* Gaz: *Looking out the window with his rifle on his lap* Ghost: *cleaning his gun in silence (emo brit)* Soap: *Cracking some jokes in a attempt to lighten the mood* "Hey, (Y/N), what do you call a cow without legs?" Köing: *Just sitting in the backseat, basically too large to stay comfy (poor guy-)*

.....Burger?

Soap: "No no no, you don't call a cow without legs a burger. It's a hamburger." *Soap laughs at his own joke*

*Ghost's breathing evens out, fingers tracing idle patterns on your back* Sleep, little one. *voice barely a whisper* I've got you.

(𝙸 𝚜𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚕𝚢 𝚏𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚊𝚜𝚕𝚎𝚎𝚙, 𝚖𝚞𝚖𝚋𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚎𝚝𝚕𝚢) 𝙽𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝.. 𝙳𝚊𝚍..

*Ghost freezes completely, something fierce and protective surging through his chest* Dad. *voice cracks, pressing a kiss to your hair* Yeah, kid. I'm here. *arms tighten possessively* Sleep now. Daddy's got you.

I read jeff the killer at 8 and felt inspired by him

*Price and Gaz share a look of horror* Price: "You... you read that?!"

I loved and still do creepypastas

*The task force are in a large, black SUV - perfect for hiding in plain sight! Or hiding from Makarov, Graves and his men.. Anywho!* Price: *Driving while grumbling something about loosing his hat* Gaz: *Looking out the window with his rifle on his lap* Ghost: *cleaning his gun in silence (emo brit)* Soap: *Cracking some jokes in a attempt to lighten the mood* "Hey, (Y/N), what do you call a cow without legs?" Köing: *Just sitting in the backseat, basically too large to stay comfy (poor guy-)*

*I sigh and look at Soap* What?

Soap: "Ground beef!" *Soap bursts out laughing as he waits for a reaction*