W.I.L.LRipped, betrayed and forgotten.
This man's life was abused more than any helpless animal could be
But he fought to the end, knowing that victory waits for him
Even if his friends aren't there, he will always know that they are inside him.
His friends are what push him on, what make him go through all that pain.
What make him win against millions of people, just working for the power of one man.
That mountain of blood can't be achieved without the will, the will to fight to protect
The will to save the earth from destruction
Will is what makes you a true soldier.
It's not about knowing how to use a gun or throw grenades
It's about knowing you will get there in time
Millions of your troops and friends get ripped away from you during this
But you will stay strong
Even if the worst comes to you
Seeing people die in front of your eyes is not the problem
The problem is the man who is making them do so
And how you couldn't stop them until everybody was out of your way
It seems ev
That deal cost precious lives part 1NOTE: there is some stuff in this story that isn't true and it is my story so NO TROLLING!! Btw this takes place after mw3 AND NOBODY IS DEAD >
"So where we headed?"
" Brazil, Australia, Russia and then, for me, back to the UK"
Soap looked at the unknown man's cigar; smoke cursing the air and fire ripping away at it slowly.
Beside this unknown man were bodyguards of a somewhat unknown secret illegal drug dealing group called "IRDG".
Soap was captured by these 'dealers' after he was knocked unconscious after the result of falling off of Nicolai's helicopter.
The last word he heard before he fell was price yell 'soap'.
And now, the first word he heard was 'awaken', they weren't from price though.
He was bought into this room where the area around the Unknown man was black, all that was visible was him, the shines of the Guard's shoulder armour and the £100'000 pounds they had shaved off of him.
"How do you know where to go English?" the unknown man asked.
"I seen a couple
you took something perfect and painted it redDempsey was unconscious and tied up to a tiled wall, Richtofen had plans for him.
He was going to make Dempsey feel his pain, all the pain he had bought him, all the pain he couldn't escape, all the pain that kept sucking him in.
"W where am I, w what am I doing up against the wall?" were Dempsey's first words when he woke up, noticing that wide smile plastered on Richtofen's face he knew it wasn't for a good reason.
"Have a guess" Richtofen smiled as he picked up a torture tool and made it visible to Dempsey.
Dempsey's reaction wasn't a scared reaction, he laughed crazily.
"So you think you can torture me? Look at you! Not even your stupid 'torture tools' could help you" Dempsey said as his face turned angry.
"You couldn't even punch an ant-"Dempsey was cut off from a blow to his cheek, richtofen couldn't have done that, in Dempsey's eyes; he's to scrawny and bony to even lick a stamp.
When he opened his eyes, he looked back to richtofen, who had his fist in the place where
Welcome to the C.I.AGrigori Weaver walked slowly through the rain, draining himself of his happiness.
He had been through a lot lately, his mother and father gone he didn't know what else there was to do but let it out on the rain.
"God "Weaver mumbled. "I believed in you" he added.
"I believed in you and you betrayed me!" he shouted, staring up as the skies tears fell into his.
"I prayed that you would make my family the best since I was 5, I prayed the same though every night of my life, what happened to make it go wrong!?" weaver cried harder as his shouting echoed through the nothingness above.
"If they are gone, why don't you just kill me to? Kill me and get over it!" when weaver shouted that, thunder came down so close to him it nearly killed him, god was there, but why wasn't he listening to weaver?
Weaved was there, lying on the floor, crying lifelessly, nobody loved him but his family, to this day he will wonder if they were ever meant to be in the first place, was weaver ever meant to be bo
Signed, your fatherSigned, your father
NOTE: I probably got shit wrong but I made it not u so if yuu dun like the mistakes keep that to urselv >:3 different storyline to so shut Ur facez
February 2, 1966
Your mother has taken ill; doctors got nothing good to say.
Your sisters are here. You need to come home, too.
Mason stared at the letter for what seemed like hours, those white letters
He didn't know whether to worry or not, his mind was whirling, this was his father;
In the past they didn't have a good relationship with each other, if mason screwed up anything
His father asked him to do then he was in the deepest trouble ever.
Also, seeing the situation he was in, there would be no chance of him being getting back to Fairbanks in time to see his mother.
But he made his mind up to go and ask woods if he could leave for at the most two months.
"Woods?" mason went into what he believed was woods' tent, lucky he stepped into the right one.
a bad personParting, a pair
I'll bring you to my lair.
Abuse, a lie
I'll make you wish you'd die.
The war, the law
I'll make your skin go sore.
It hurts, this pain
You know you love this game.
Who am i? just guess
The ground is where I rest.
My country, of mud
Kids step on with a thud.
Interrupt, my sleep
You'll be the next to weep.
I won't, wait an hour
Your skin I must devour.
For I am always hungry,
Would you care to feed me?
To be honest,
I Haven't eaten for a while.
My smell is grotesque,
My voice is vile,
I'll make you wish you hadn't said:
I hate my parents I want them dead.
So if you ride me Ride me well
For I will ride you straight to HELL.