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MC in the Anything-Verse

A/N: The Anything-verse is owned by @darklordofthesimp, please go check them out before reading. If you haven’t already read my work ‘The Trouble with Time-Loops’ on Ao3 this might not make much sense either. I do not own Call of Duty. Anyway, on to the story!

MC knew better than to interact with the two terrifying snipers on TF-141. Sunshine and Birdy. Yin and Yang. Polar opposites, yet somehow the same. Ethereal in their beauty, Professional in their field, and Utterly hopeless in each of their respective love lives. MC never really knew what to make of the two. (It didn’t help that MC hadn’t interacted with TF-141 since the Graves Incident.) The teen would only watch from the surveillance cameras as the Shakespearean tragedy unfurled through the screen.

They watched as Birdy struggled with their emotions and trauma, building up a wall that would put Jericho to shame. MC briefly wondered if König was the trumpet in that metaphor, slowly but surely breaking down those walls.

They watched as Sunshine and Ghost danced around each other and their feelings like boxers in a ring, neither willing to throw the first punch. MC had started a bet on who would confess first. Personally, they thought that someone would have to point it out before either of them actually said something. (Probably Price.)

Sometimes MC would look at the scars on each of the snipers. They can’t imagine the reminders that either must experience when they look in the mirror; the teen could sort of relate in their own fucked up way. Although, they knew that it wasn’t the same. The two adults had to go through the healing process for the marks that decorated their skin; MC hadn’t had to go through that process at all. The teen didn’t know if they should be grateful for that or not.

Sometimes when MC would wake up covered in their own blood, they’d remind themself that the two snipers had been through so much worse. The two snipers kept going on despite that. If the snipers could do it, so could they. (The teen ignores the part of their mind that tells them that the snipers were both grown adults and soldiers. The part that reminds them that they’re still just a child.)

MC knew better than to interact with the two terrifying snipers on TF-141. Sunshine and Birdy. Yin and Yang. Polar opposites, yet somehow the same. The main characters in a Shakespearean tragedy where hubris will lead to their downfall. MC never really liked plays. (They didn’t like sad endings either.) The teen was tired of watching the drama on the screen.

Found Friendship

Graves: Hey, so I was thinking it's best if the all the Captain's had a quick briefing on tomorrow's opperation

Price: That's fine by me

Alejandro: Sure, whatever works best

Oswald: Rogah

Graves: Great *Walks away*

Alejandro: Gringo...

Oswald: *Nods* Haole

Alejandro and Oswald: *Turns to each other and smirks, ushering a soft menacing chuckle*

Price: If you two are thinking about messing with Graves, make sure it doesn't affect me

Graves: *Messaging 141* At Boston right now

Soap: Do I care?

Gaz: How did he get our numbers anyways?

Graves: *Sends a pic of him with tea*

Ghost: Earl Grey?

Graves: *Sends a pic of him next to the Boston harbor, tea in hand, smiling*

Price: Don't. You. Dare

Soap: DO IT YE COWARD. I DARE YE!

Graves: *Sends a pic of him dumping it*

Price: *Blocks Graves*

Gaz: *Blocks Graves*

Ghost: Call an airstrike

Soap: NO! LET THE MAN PREACH!

Haole

Oz's typical greeting to Graves:

Oswald: Eh, haole!

Graves: Oh uh...haole to you too?

Oswald: *Under her breath* He's so haole, he don't even know he haole