EvergreenCat
Call Before You Dig!
This is a Call of Duty: Modern Warfare roleplay that contains some fantasy and supernatural elements. It is in an AU setting and takes place after the events of a fanfic my partner is currently working on, so there will be major spoilers for the fic in question! It will later contain a homosexual relationship between two men, but nothing too graphic as to comply with the site's rules. This roleplay, however, is mostly about how one man copes with being thrown into a familiar, yet unusual situation. This will be my and my partner's first roleplay here and we hope to improve our skills as well as create a story. I hope you'll enjoy this roleplay!
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It had been five months after the terrible events that took place in Talgar, Kazakhstan that resulted in the loss of so many lives.
Five months since a decades old grudge had come to a head.
Five months since he lost the man he deeply cared for to the clutches of the Slavic God of the Underworld and His servants.
Captain John Price had taken an extended leave to recover from the tragic and horrible events, but even after five months, he still had the nightmares of the killings committed by a terrible beast. Soldiers and civilians alike had been devoured by the monster to sate its ravenous hunger. But the worst part was that the horror had once been his protégé and friend, John MacTavish, otherwise known as Soap. It was the curse the witches had put upon him that turned the Scotsman into a monstrous lizard-like beast and poisoned his mind to the point that he was a shadow of his former self who was willing to serve the sisters' dark lord for power.
In the end, the power corrupted Soap to the point where it killed him. Price could recall how he held his dying friend's hand as he slowly changed back into a human in his final moments. The plaintive look in the Scot's eyes and his final words still haunt him to this very day. The old man often wondered would it made a difference had he helped his protégé sooner and even heeded the young man's talk of horrible night terrors that haunted his sleep. Could the horrific events been prevented had they not set foot in Talgar in the first place? To this day, the old captain had no way of knowing.
But at this very moment in time, those dark and traumatic thoughts didn't occupy his mind for he had a more pressing matter at hand...
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John Price examined the very unusual rock that he had found in a basket on his doorstep one snowy evening. It was shaped somewhat like an egg and big enough to fit in his hand. It was also covered in small gems which added to the strangeness of the stone and yet made it oddly beautiful. He was puzzled as to why anyone would leave a stone in a basket unless they were a basketcase. As he looked over the stone that had took his mind off of the past, Price thought he felt it twitch in his hand.
"Wha?" he spoke, confused, "Did that stone just move?" He couldn't believe it, there was just no way! "Must've been my imagination," Price said as he sat down in his armchair while he still held the egg-like rock.
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It had been five months after the terrible events that took place in Talgar, Kazakhstan that resulted in the loss of so many lives.
Five months since a decades old grudge had come to a head.
Five months since he lost the man he deeply cared for to the clutches of the Slavic God of the Underworld and His servants.
Captain John Price had taken an extended leave to recover from the tragic and horrible events, but even after five months, he still had the nightmares of the killings committed by a terrible beast. Soldiers and civilians alike had been devoured by the monster to sate its ravenous hunger. But the worst part was that the horror had once been his protégé and friend, John MacTavish, otherwise known as Soap. It was the curse the witches had put upon him that turned the Scotsman into a monstrous lizard-like beast and poisoned his mind to the point that he was a shadow of his former self who was willing to serve the sisters' dark lord for power.
In the end, the power corrupted Soap to the point where it killed him. Price could recall how he held his dying friend's hand as he slowly changed back into a human in his final moments. The plaintive look in the Scot's eyes and his final words still haunt him to this very day. The old man often wondered would it made a difference had he helped his protégé sooner and even heeded the young man's talk of horrible night terrors that haunted his sleep. Could the horrific events been prevented had they not set foot in Talgar in the first place? To this day, the old captain had no way of knowing.
But at this very moment in time, those dark and traumatic thoughts didn't occupy his mind for he had a more pressing matter at hand...
~*~
John Price examined the very unusual rock that he had found in a basket on his doorstep one snowy evening. It was shaped somewhat like an egg and big enough to fit in his hand. It was also covered in small gems which added to the strangeness of the stone and yet made it oddly beautiful. He was puzzled as to why anyone would leave a stone in a basket unless they were a basketcase. As he looked over the stone that had took his mind off of the past, Price thought he felt it twitch in his hand.
"Wha?" he spoke, confused, "Did that stone just move?" He couldn't believe it, there was just no way! "Must've been my imagination," Price said as he sat down in his armchair while he still held the egg-like rock.
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