I do what I have to do.

Makarov gets angry and asks why Yuri would call him a bland, dry biscuit. And goes on to say no one REALLY likes those.

To which Yuri replies with a wink, “I just use a little milk,” Yuri steps right into Makarov’s space and continues with a playful smirk,” … and get it nice and soaked before I eat it.”

I made a model this week for dark Price! (Captain gone rogue) I used Procreate to alter some of the skin maps, the scar may not stay. Just playing around with his look. I hope you like him!

The face really is a bit different in this new game, more silver hair, but less wrinkles LOL. There is more coming to the P page.

Also, don't laugh but the gun and some of the clothing is hand drawn because I am terrible at changing the mesh on clothing. 🤣

Price pulls back, smirking. “I’m not that easy any more, love.” He purrs.

Nik scoffs with a confident little grin. He wants to devour Price and he is amused by his little bear’s defiance. He nuzzles against the side of Price’s neck; goes right for that sweet spot that makes Price a little weak in the knees. It works of course.

Price digs his fingers into the thick, buttery soft leather of Nik’s jacket. He can’t get enough of his big, burly boyfriend.

My fanfic account is @niktos-dinasaur tho!

Sadly nothing abt graves or Konni on tumblr rn but my ao3 has some of graves and mentions of Makarov :^

-A anxious author form ao3/Dinasuar

How dare u become a lil brain worm in my head

-A very anxious writer from ao3

Excellent ❤️❤️ Have I read your stuff yet??

Picture this: Andrei is on the run (MW4?). He is mourning his beloved leader and trying to keep the Konni running from a remote cabin in the woods. He is all alone . Hunting, fishing, bathing in the clean little river. He has very few creature comforts and conveniences.

Price and Ghost have come to an agreement.

They will work together to finish the Konni. Andrei is the last bastion. Ghost goes on ahead, rifle ready. They see Andrei, bathing nude in the lake.

Price is ready to shoot, but he wants Ghost to have his own revenge for Soap. It’s been four years since Ghost even felt the touch of another.

Andrei emerges from the cool waters, sunshine casting over the droplets of water cascading over hard lines of muscle and scars on Andrei’s sun-kissed flesh.

Ghost feels his eyelid twitch once as he watches Andrei rake his hair back with both hands, exposing the strong column of his throat as he looks up with shut eyes.

This isn’t what Ghost wanted to feel, not what he wanted to see.

He can’t help but stare, and it’s so unlike him too. Andrei is a sculpted masterpiece. Ghost’s masked gaze hones in on Andrei’s thick, juicy thighs. They are dusted with very delicate blond hair.

He can’t avoid seeing the thick, creamy manhood swaying gently between Andrei’s thighs as he steps out of the lake. The man is still clean shaven, his hair just as Ghost remembers it. Andrei is ever the soldier, but for a lost cause. Both he and Andrei lost the men they loved.

Ghost can’t kill this gorgeous beast but he knows Price will.

Then his thoughts are broken. Andrei locks on him with his intense blue eyes.

“Are you going to just keep watching me, mate?” Andrei asks him with a confident smirk.

Ghost raises his hand at Price before responding. “Leave it. This is mine, Price.” He practically growls.

He wants Price to leave them alone because there are things he wants to say and do to Andrei that would shake Price to his core.