#cod rp

Stray currently stood in the kitchen, munching on a sandwhich he knew wasn't his, but ate anyway. After a short while, halfway through the chicken, salad, and sauces, he hears a very grumpy sounding grumble from behind him. He freezes as he licks his thumb, eyes going wide as he holds the evidence of his crime in his hands. This was your sandwhich he was eating, and by Stray's gut feeling, you didn't seem very pleased.

Based off this ⬇️

@sgt-artemis-owl-riley

Open rp experiment au

The white, pristine hallways glimmer against the young creatures eyes, making him hiss as he's walked down the hallways to his cell. "Hrr.." Ellwyn grumbles and walks on all fours, limbs stretched out to fit one of a maned wolf's, skin black at the paws and reaching a tan on his upper legs and torso. His tail sways slowly as he walks, ears perked up as he's walked to his cell, a bucket of meat scraps waiting for him inside. His main caretaker, a man he named Fergie in his head, opens the door and taps Ellwyn inside, letting the hybrid grab the food and take it to his spot in the srub forest replica. He lies down with a grunt, chewing on the meat gently while watching 'Fergie' leave, locking the door and waving bye to Ellwyn.

A short half hour goes by, and Ellwyn perks up at his name from his nap in the tall grass, poking his head up to see a few people at his cage glass, talking about his abilities and what he likes, dislikes, etc. Ellwyn slowly lays back down, huffing loudly through the room, making a small bark/woofing noise at them, standing up and walking over, leaning on the glass a little.

(Dagger is an injured avian freshly escaping his old team)

Jett was on a roll! Today was most of the bases annual medical checkups, and he had been busy ALL DAY. Right now was his one break, and he was walking a bit outside to get that smell of alcohol out of his nose.

And then he heard something.

A small sound, like a cat or some animal.

First mission for Nate did NOT go to plan. It was meant to be a simple in and out, get intel, get to the evac helicopter…

Uh… so how exactly did he end up in the Medbay? Nate wasn’t sure. He wasn’t sure how long he had been out either. He had just woken up.

His whole body was cold and he felt like he was hit with a pound of bricks.

‘ Mmmpf- ‘ He groaned in protest, it was like being hungover… times forty.

Why do you look like my Captain?

@bone-lickers-son

Rye wasn't much of a drinker. She enjoyed a few glasses now and then but the last thing she needed was to add drinking to her list of bad habits. Hell, she was trying to slow down her smoking now that she had something worth living for. Her pa would be proud if he knew.

But she couldn't deny the enjoyable feeling the golden-hued liquid gave her. Making her cracked aching bones feel lighter, less heavy, and burdened with injuries.

This wasn’t the normal dive bar either, it seemed there was mix of specialist, companies, people. The hum of laughter and glasses clinking. It was nice. A good change from the normal slum of days. A new chance to meet people.

Shout, laughter, whispers bubbled around her. Some woman, likely past her limit, singing some Disney Song.

“It’s a mad house in here…”

But a small smile was on her lips.