Written on the revolver is: fiducia est mulier ingrata — a confiança é uma mulher ingrata — trust is an ungrateful woman

THE BLOND EYELASHES SHALL BE MY END Anyway, I wrote a little something about this drawing:

'Be careful who you trust, Sargeant. People you know can hurt you the most.'

Trust is a dangerous game indeed.

For, it can, and will, hurt you not only the way you expect it to.

Does it hurt to lose one you fought so hard to finally accept as a friend, Simon? Is your heart as cold and you claim?

A couple weeks ago, I was bored and decided to draw Ghost. Then I did it again. And again. Now I already want to draw him again. I’ve officially become obsessed with his character.

It’s strange how a character who never really had comfort in life has somehow become so comforting to me, not just as someone to draw, but because, like him, my early life was deeply shaped by the awful man I called father.

Curiosity kills the cat, and reading the Modern Warfare comics kills the COD fan.

Side note: I don’t know how to draw cats 😭😭 all these years drawing and I still don’t know how to render the poor creature. Just people. Or maybe just Simon Riley. You can expect to see him again very soon.

Time for a trim!

I drew this little guy with the following situation in mind:

Busy as hell (I love the dark circles under his eyes), Soap hadn’t had time to trim his hair, beard, or even the sides of his mohawk. It was getting really weird.

When he finally gets a moment to look all shiny and fresh, he kind of realizes he actually likes the longer hair on top and feels a bit reluctant to cut it short like he usually does.

The dog that weeps after it kills is no better than the dog that doesn't. My guilt will not purify me.

Blanque has a destiny—one she feels obliged to fulfill, no matter the extent of the cost—for it will all mean something to the "greater good." And when she faces enough guilt to make her question her actions, she chooses to perform an act of complete and utter devotion to the Goddess who granted her that so-called destiny and tasked her with fulfilling it, no matter what.

Although that phrase about guilt doesn’t apply to me in the same way it does to Blanque, it still resonates with me somehow. I’ve felt guilty for so many things throughout my life.

Just look at him, resting his eyes during a debrief after an exhausting mission, fighting against the urge to sleep for an entire year. He doesn’t actually fall asleep, and I can picture Soap pouting and quietly sulking over the missed opportunity to grab a marker and draw on Ghost’s mask.

I didn’t finish the piece, honestly just because I wasn’t in the mood to spend an hour or two staring at a guy’s crotch for reference.

Just doing a sketch, but the proportions are completely beyond my ability to understand. Am I stupid for being so freaking confused about his shoulders??