#cod oc rp

(Feel free to hop in and enjoy!) Personally made this while listening to 'Ginger Root'

Summer, the season of heatwaves, mosquitoes, and deadly pavement. But also the perfect time to schedule in a break for the soldiers of Tumblr (courtesy of.... does anyone really even know? They never tell me anything).

And, of course, what better way to spend it than on an island in the middle of the ocean, miles away from any other civilization, that's kept a heavily guarded secret by the government. That's, of course, because there are some native species of wildlife here that they're protecting: supposedly 'dead' CIA agents taking a break. Only one way to get on the island, of course. Chopper.

The minute it sets you down, you're greeted by a beautiful island. Glistening ocean waters, soft sandy beaches, wildlife scuttling about. The greenery is lush and it's practically everywhere, and the sun's warmth is at a constant and pleasant equilibrium with the oceanic breeze.

There are lodges and a cocktail bar down the path to your left, and an activities shack just a little ways away. There's plenty of wide open beach to enjoy, friends to enjoy it with, and seagulls to torture you at a moments notice. There's plenty of tropical land to hike through, if one was antsy enough to venture through the secrets of the island.

With that, the chopper leaves, leaving you there to figure out what you want to do and where you want to go next.

Major seemed really off recently. After a mission where one of the recruits got badly injured, no one knew who it was because of the injuries. Blood was- Everywhere. All over the poor girl's face, and she was screaming in pain from a gunshot on her side, skimmed her main artery. God, was she lucky.

He was never in his office as he normally was, papers piled in the bin beside his door for collection, from weeks ago. He was gone, in hindsight. But- Not to the medics. He'd come in with the accident, a meer skim on his arm, but all else was fine. He'd been sat by the sergeant's bed, curtains drawn as he mumbled low, balaclava off for once. He was still in the same clothes as last week, hands gripping her hand as he shakes his head slowly. A few doctors brang Remy in to talk, but he just shut down and wouldn't talk, so Remy called it a general shut-down for injuries, and left him be.

Look no futher

Our ancient giant is ded now everyone unfortunately

R.I.P. GOAT

Jett enjoyed training, he wasn’t great at it!! He wasn’t the best, but he could do it! And it provided a good distraction from the horrors of medical.

The one thing he hated was his nosebleeds.

Usually he could ignore them, and a lot of the time, his mask would catch the blood, but today he figured he didn’t need it, and went out without one.

And then he smelled pennies.

no mate, i don't know

...look, as long as y'don't slobber all over my charm and charisma, give it a burl, i s'pose

farah karim? shes got her head screwed on proper. sharp as a tack, and yeah… easy on the eyes too, in that rugged, no-nonsense kinda way.

… but nah, no idea what youre bangin’ on about! dont go chuckin’ fingers my way, shrimpy.

@ask-lieutriley teehee

[three and a half hours of driving in silence. Venus usually drove with music on, the cure.. bauhaus.. siouxie and the banshees.. something to fill the silence.]

[He didn’t bother with the radio this time, he was occupied with his thoughts too much to even consider any music.]

[‘Could be y’r tour guide’ keeps repeating, over and over. Christ, Vega. He’s just being nice. You’re probably being too friendly anyways.]

[Once he arrives at the apartment complex, his car parked on the street outside, he sits for a few minutes, psyching himself up a little.]

[Is he overdressed? Is an all black, lacy top and leather miniskirt outfit an appropriate combo for wandering around Manchester with the Lieutenant? Fuck, he should’ve worn something other than platforms. No, no. You look good, and he’d rather be caught dead, than in some ugly sweats and a tshirt.]