MW2 - You Can't Kill a GhostMW2 - You Can't Kill a Ghost6 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Just a little bit farther...
Roach weighed strongly on Ghost's shoulder as he helped drag the younger man to safety, just feet away in Shepherd's awaiting heli. As the back hatch opened, Ghost nearly sighed in relief as Shepherd came out to meet them. He could tell Roach, who was still breathing heavily in pain, began to relax in awaiting relief as well.
"Do you have the DSM?" Shepherd shouted over the roar of the engines.
"We got it, sir!" Ghost yelled back, ready to get his teammate a safe distance from the battle. Roach reached out a hand for support from Shepherd.
"Good," Shepherd commented, looking only at Roach. "That's one less loose end."
His eyes suddenly turned hardened and angry, and Ghost realized a moment too late that he'd pulled a gun with his right hand.
Before he could react, a shot rang out and Roach's weight was suddenly gone from his shoulders.
Horror ran through Ghost, and as his arms wildly flew out to catch him, Ghost couldn't stop himself from crying ou
CoD - What he wantsWhat he wants - Soap/GhostCoD - What he wants5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
He hated getting drunk more than anything else. Even pain he could stand better.
He disliked the feeling of having forgotten something important, the black hole the alcohol left in his memories. He always did something equally embarrassing and unusual when he was totally drunk, that much he knew. After all, his team was always more than willing to tell him everything.
This time though he didn't need anyone because he could remember every detail of the shit he had done.
One of the evidences of the completely fucked up night still lay besides him. Or well, under him, to be accurate. Because he woke up sprawled over a completely unconscious Soap right underneath him, legs entangled and he knew they had slept that way already and Soap's arm almost crushing his chest with the grip he had on Ghost.
At least he still wore more or less all of the casual clothes he had appeared at the party with. Definitely a really good sign, so he only to
Buried - LeroyHis parents hadn’t even given him a name.Buried - Leroy2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
His mother died giving birth to him, and the sight of the large, hideous infant made his father squirm and want to drop him from the top of a building. But his father was far from murderous, and so he instead sold him to a mining company, lying for the rest of his days that the baby was stillborn.
From childhood up until he was an adult, he wasn’t taught much beyond how to speak and do manual labor. And every night, he was locked up in something similar to a prison. That’s how his owners wanted him and people to look at him as.
A caged work animal.
This “western” town in Africa had been here for about a decade now, bringing up materials that were all gibberish in his mind. As long as his owners wanted it, than they got it through his hard, unpaid work.
Well, it wasn’t completely unpaid. He had two forms of payment; candy and alcohol. Those were the very meals he survived on and kept him going for years.
Kino Der TotenBroken walls and Rotting roofs.Kino Der Toten5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Torn curtains and Seats stained with blood.
A last stand faught in futility.
Screams and Howls as the Pain keeps moving.
A blast of cold air and another body collapses.
A shell through his head and a stringy explosion.
Endless waves of dead men walking.
A nightmare that just keeps coming.
You made them suffer.
You made them writhe.
They resent you.
They detest you.
The ones you call friends
Are no more than mere puppets.
You deserve it.
'Beware the Doc!' They screamed.
Well this is your grave.
The voices beckon you forth.
The pits of hell will welcome you.
Your a demon.
A coldblooded, Living, Demon.
Your pleasures are your downfall...
Your Sins will be your death.
They called you a hero.
A soldier of freedom.
You know that was a lie.
You were lucky.
You hide behind a mask of strength.
But masks have to be taken off sometimes.
The corpses in your closet haven't even shed their skin.
With each moment you feel reality pulled away.
Kino Der TotenNazi Zombie storyKino Der Toten5 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The electricity coursed through my body, tingling my skin as it passed over. The blue tunnel sped by me; various shades of blue rings passed around my body. I felt like I couldn't breathe. The next thing I knew, streams of electricity flashed before my eyes before finally dispersing leaving me standing on a pad similar to the ones I saw on Der Riese. I pulled my colt M1911, checking the magazine before cocking it. Looking around I saw the all too familiar starting area for Kino Der Toten.
"Sound off!" I yelled.
"Here!" Andrew yelled, pulling his own pistol out. He was tall and slim, light skin accented by his brown eyes shining brightly behind his dark glasses.
"Here!" Mathew yelled, crouching low with his pistol clocked and ready. The dark skinned Asian had a look of determination burning behind his eyes.
"Let's go!" Brendan shouted eagerly running over to the wall, pulling out an Olympia shot gun. His blond hair partially falling into his e
Roach's Journal - pt.4Roach's Journal - pt.44 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Went on my first mission with Price. That man is the human form of stealth.
Didn't take the Russians long to find us. They attacked when we were on the outskirts of town.
It's a damn good thing we met up with the others. We probably could of handled it, but that was a shitload of Russians.
I kinda liked controlling the predator. Killed 2x as many guys as Ghost did. That's saying something.
Price launched the missile. Crazy old man. Ghost went ballistic.
Scared the shit out of me. What the hell was he thinking? First he goes on a mission against Shepherd's orders, then he launches a missile?!
That took balls of steel.
That will give the poor yanks even more incentive to fight the Russians.
Shepherd's pissed. Guess I don't blame him. I wouldn't be happy if one of my soldiers bombed my homeland.
Price won't be going on a mission for a while.
I don't think Shepherd trusts Price. I don't think Price trusts him.
There's a lot of contention when they're together. Its not good.
Right now I'm n
Finding Faith Through ScienceRocket scientist Jim Bradford says that science has always affirmed his faith.Finding Faith Through Science2 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
Jim sees science as the study of what God made. And he defines science in this way: Science is an endeavor to explore and understand. Scientism is a philosophy that starts by saying that nothing supernatural exists. Jim points out that this viewpoint is unable to answer the question of where the matter and energy came from that supposedly started the Big Bang, according to the theory.
With a Ph.D. in aerospace engineering, among Jim’s many accomplishments is working with Boeing on space shuttles. Up until college he was too shy to do any sort of Christian leadership. But he overcame this during college by inadvertently leading a Christian student group each week. Now, along with his rocket science career he also talks to people about the relationship between science and religion.
According to Jim, this viewpoint that we were not Created is one of despair. It’s saying that you are an
Verruckt: finishedVerrucktVerruckt: finished5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Three U.S.M.C Marines walked cautiously together with their weapons at the ready. The three were scanning their surroundings constantly after hearing a few rumours of soldiers going missing in this area. It was a simple recon mission find or locate any proof of the missing soldiers and report back to command. It sounded simple yet it was far from it.
That was then they've saw the Asylum. Looked fairly normal to them, a few crumbling parts here and a few fires there. Most likely caused by the Soviets that fought and died when the Nazi's were in that place. Then a low dry moan got their attention, as the three marines looked closely' they saw a single man limping around aimlessly.
The man had pale skin a bald head and he was wearing a black Nazi uniform. At first the marines were debating if they should help the man or not. They hated those who didn't have blonde hair or blue eyes. And they were killing Jews who were resp
Roach's Journal - pt.3Roach's Journal - pt.34 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Took a couple weeks to get off of this damned hospital bed. Took longer to get back in shape.
Think I gained some weight while just sitting there. Of course Ghost was teasing me. Said I was now the FNG - fat new guy.
Both MacTavish and him are seeming more friendly. Glad to see it.
Beginning to realize that they're not the ice cubes I thought they were. They argue about everything. They're pretty hilarious.
MacTavish hid Ghost's mask in his pocket. Ghost went crazy trying to find it. Tore all of our rooms apart. He was mad as hell.
Finally found it. Refused to retrieve it from MacTavish's pocket. Said under no circumstances would he touch a man in that way.
MacTavish wouldn't give him the mask. Ghost resorted to pouting, so MacTavish put it on and started trying to cheer him up.
When he got really close to his face and said mockingly, "What's wrong, Ghostie?" Ghost smiled and punched him in the face.
Then they started wrestling each other. Ghost won and held up the mask over
TributeI couldn't believe itTribute4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I refuse to believe it
A hole has been punched through my heart
I feel like I've lost a brother
A partner in crime
He died right before my eyes
And there was nothing I could do
I cried and cried until there were no tears left
I feel empty and lost and confused
Why did it have to happen?
I want to cry
But I just can't
I want to scream
But I just can't
After he died,
I shut down
I try to come back
But I just can't
I fought with him
Through thick and thin
I saved his life
He saved mine
He gave me reason
He gave me hope
But now that he's gone
I've lost everything
I don't want to believe that he's really gone
But I watched the life leave his eyes
I listened to his final words
His final breath
He will remain a part of my heart
I will always remember him
He will always be my partner in crime and justice
One day, I will avenge you
But until then
Rest in peace
Roach's Journal - pt.5Roach's Journal - pt.54 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Finally a new mission. Gathering intel was a nightmare. Took ages.
Makarov's got 2 more possible safehouses. Ghost and I are taking one in the Caucasus Mountains. Soap, Nikolai and Price are going to Afghanistan.
We're going to kill Makarov and/or gather intel from Makarov's computer.
I'm kind of excited to do a mission with just Ghost. It'll be a change from working with Soap and Price.
Nervous since I haven't done a mission in a while. I'm sure it'll go fine.
Bringing a shitload of claymores. Shepherd wants this mission to go perfectly. Ghost assured him that it will.
I've been with those guys so long its weird not being with them. If we don't get Makarov, those are the guys to get them.
Kind of wish Nikolai was our pilot. Instead one of Shepherd's guys is flying us out of here.
Bringing some good men. Scarecrow and Ozone. Archer's going to be sniping for us.
Grabbing some cigars for the helicopter ride.
I'm sure everything will be fine. We won't let Shepherd down.
Zombie Christmas, Happy Hellidays by NZ Crew"Zombie Christmas, Happy Hellidays" (Parody of N*Sync's Merry Christmas, Happy Holidays) by the Original Zombie Killers feat. the casts of World At War, Modern Warfare 1 & 2, and Black OpsZombie Christmas, Happy Hellidays by NZ Crew4 years ago in Comedy More Like This
Zombie Host: "And now, live from Kino Der Untoten, performing 'Zombie Christmas, Happy Hellidays' from their new hit Christmas Album The 12 Deaths of Christmas, is the Original Zombie Killers featuring the cast characters from World At War, Modern Warfare 1 & 2, and Black Ops!"
-audience cheering and someone shoots the Zombie Host's head off-
-Dempsey comes out and starts playing on piano and a girl in the crowd yells screaming "I LOVE YOU TANK DEMPSEY!" while he's playing and he smiles getting ready to sing-
Zombie Christmas, Happy Hellidaaaays
-the curtain raises and shows Richtofen, Takeo, Nikolai and Samantha singing with Dempsey-
-steps up to microphone-
We've been waiting
All year for this night
Nacht Der UntotenNacht Der Untoten4 years ago in Horror More Like This
World War 2 may be over, but a new war has just begun. They were driven deep into the heart of the Reich, presumed dead. Maybe they were, once. They rose from the war torn ground, beneath our very feet. They marched, through the deep mist that obstructed our view, their shadows casting a burn on the Earth that they stood upon. Moaning like a trapped, but mindless soul, they stumbled across the airfield. Ripping the barricades from the windows and entering the run-down building, which stood time-honoured and enduring, after years and years of warfare. Weapons still stacked upon the shelves, and an old radio still played a merry tune. The Nazi's were Undefeated, Mindless and Undead. This really was a Night of the Undead.
Der RieseBreslau, Germany.Der Riese4 years ago in Horror More Like This
The night sky was intimidating and dark. The factory stood abandoned by all but the test subjects. The still operational factory was overrun by Dr. Maxis' secret project. The 'perfect' Nazi super soldiers were not soldiers anymore. They stood by no flag. No colours. But their uniforms showed their true origin. Flames billowed from the factory's pipes. This is Der Riese. This is where it began. As her demonic laughs spread across the empty halls, echoing and trapped by the concrete walls that also sealed her real tears. Blood stained walls, undead super soldiers, and a possessed little girl. This was no longer a factory. As tears of fear were heard through the creaky doors, and moans of the zombies were heard all around, This, was now the zombie sanctuary.
Shattered AngelLooking aroundShattered Angel8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And wonder why
I feel like
I want to cry
I've always been the one
With the hope and smiles
Never thinking I needed help
Once in a while
My friends look to me
My love treasures me
Do I deserve their caring
I am less then all of them
I am failing them
No hope left to give
But I still have to try and live
Am I an angel
On shattered wings
Flying on broken hopes
And forgotten dreams
Although I'm an angel
Falling from the sky
I will still spread my wings
And try to fly
And trying to see
What they all
Mean to me
Why can't I just not run
And be brave and dutiful
I'm not a warrior
I'm not beautiful
I am nothing without them
I am failing them
No smiles left to give
But I still have to live
Am I an angel
On shattered wings
Flying on broken hopes
And forgotten dreams
Although I'm an angel
Falling from the sky
I will still spread my wings
And try to fly
Even though we keep falling
Somehow, I still have hope
That at the end of this night
We'll be alright
That our lives wo
Dr. Edward Richtofen Quotes"Now zis... IS ZE POWAH!!!!!!!" - Pack-A-Punch a WeaponDr. Edward Richtofen Quotes5 years ago in Comedy More Like This
"Ah, o bathroom... Not a very interesting place... Unless your German... LIKE ME!!" - Bathroom area (Does not know the activation)
"Zis van didn't photograph so vell..." - Blank Photo (use Square, hold down)
"Hello, Dempshey... Ah, it's just a portrait... AN UGLY ONE! - Dempsey Photo
"His eyes are following me...!" - Nikolai Photo
"Ah, it's a picture of ze monkey bomb..." - Takeo Photo
"Oh, look! It's me... But not quite as magnificent!" - Richtofen Photo
"NINE! TOO CLOSE!" - Kill a Zombie at close range
"AHAHA! A bunch of little pieces of bone fly from it's neck..." - Shoot a zombie in the neck
"BOOM, you have no more head... Ahaha!" - Headshot a zombie and kill
"I take your pain... I put my straw in it! *slurping sounds* And I DRINK IT UP!!" - Kill a zombie
"Who's turning off zhe power ev
Call of NiGHTS: Ch 1-Chapter 1-Call of NiGHTS: Ch 15 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Wizeman floated around in his chamber. He felt so restless, and he knew exactly why. Many years ago, he felt a powerful presence in the Waking World, but he couldn't reach it. But soon, in a mater of mear seconds, he would be able to reach it and use it to create another powerful Nightmaren for his army. Then, he could feel the connection between the Night Dimension and the Waking World, and he used his power to pull the powerful soul to Nightmare. Darkness swirled around the soul, and it took form. He looked at his creation, and just stared, speechless. In front of him stood a tiny Nightmaren that looked like it was a small child, possibly around 8-10 years old. She wore a simple white dress that was dirty-even bloodstained- and was torn at the end, and had visible arms. Not just arms, but most of a body as well. The only thin
Stuck With You - 1Scrawling incoherent words on a faded notepad I took a minute to stop and glance around. It had been merely days since I had arrived at Der Reise. In those past few days I had slaughtered many undead and spent time talking to myself and the voices. I had been mysteriously teleported here after a bad encounter with element 115. It had turned my fellow scientists and many others into flesh craving monsters, monsters I had to kill. Now I was stuck here alone and I had no way out. Tapping the end of my pen I took in a breath of blood tainted air and couldn't help but feel the amazing rush the decaying corpses brought me. Snapping my gaze behind me to a nearby window I caught the shadow of a ragged being approaching the boarded entrance. I tucked my notepad and pen away and slung my MP-40 around ready for the kill. A rotting zombie staggered to the window its desperate moans growing louder and hungrier at the sight of me. I laughed at it mockingly and aimed my MP-40 at its exposed skull. FiStuck With You - 14 years ago in Romance More Like This
True Love Never Dies- RiDeTrue Love Never DiesTrue Love Never Dies- RiDe4 years ago in Romance More Like This
WARNING: LOTS OF DRAMA XDDDD
A white light paralyzed me. My eyes gave in and shutted tightly, my hands stood protectively in front of my face. When the light started to fade I slowly opened my eyes and blinked a couple of times till I regained my vision. I looked at the others they were al fine just momentarily stunned by the light. Richtofen's body lied on the ground and I feared he was dead. I walked to him masking my fear with calmness and kicked him lightly. "Hey Kraut wake up"
I felt relieved when he moved and sat up. "Vhat happened?" I gave him a confused look his voice seemed a bit different, squeaker than usual.
"Wow Nazi what's up with your voice?" I laughed.
"How dare he? He switched bodies with me" Richtofen stomped his foot on the ground of our moon.
"What THE HELL are you talking about?" my question can wait for later as zombies gathered and surrounded us.
"Stop this I command you" Richtofen ordered the zombies but they just
HIDDEN: First Strike Part 2HIDDEN: First Strike Part 24 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Phantom slowly edged his way around the corner. A soft, freezing wind swept through the outpost, but the flames from the burning oil tanker just barely stayed alight. Three enemies were ahead. Two were trying to warm up using a flare in a futile attempt to beat the cold. The other one was locked out of his cabin and was kicking and punching the door like he was having a childish tantrum. Phantom pulled out a curved knife from his pocket. He held the blade and aimed it at the enraged Russian. He Bent his arm over his shoulder and launched the knife. It swirled through the air before finally hitting the Spetsnaz soldier directly in the side of his head with a gory crunch. The other two couldn't see him because the corner of the cabin was blocking their view. Phantom swiped a Smoke grenade from his suit. He pulled the pin and hurled it at the remaining two targets. The grenade exploded in a Smokey cloud. The Russians looked around confused. Phantom held an L118A Sniper Rifle equipped with
he remembersWhatever God there is, he had truly cursed mankind. He had cursed them with plague, death, mortal plights fit for their unruly nature but he had plagued one man in particular - a evil man - or had he cursed him at all? Could God have rested his hand and let this psychotic man curse himself?he remembers3 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
I believe it's called "Multiple Personality Disorder". When one develops more than one personality, often clashing with their original one. An example good be a quiet, peaceful man who could become somebody completely different in a moment's notice.
Back to the man, cursed either by God or his own doing - his name was Edward. Edward Richtofen. Maybe it was all fate, maybe this man was born in the wrong time, or had the wrong opportunities given to him. Perhaps he made the wrong choices, maybe he said the wrong things. In the end, he ended up here and now, the cause of the end of the world.
But that's what he wanted - and that is not why he
Marching Band"Marching band isn't a sport!"Marching Band8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Oh, I beg to differ.
What makes Marching Band so different?
Some say it doesn't match the definition of sports.
Well let's see what the definition is.
Sports: An activity involving physical exertion and skill that is governed by a set of
rules or customs and often undertaken competitively. An active pastime;
So... the way I see it,
marching band is no different from a sport
The Marching band uses maybe
twice the physical exertion then a lot of other sports.
Sure football players get tackled while running up and down the field;
swimmers swim so many laps they feel as though they can't move their legs.
And other sports are similar
But the marching band runs across the field to a fro,
and our only break is a two minute ballad
where we are still moving but at a slower pace
And I don't see any of those swimmers holding a instrument
and playing into it while doing what their doing.
And Marching band is an activity governed by rules.
RevengeRevenge3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
They say that revenge is,
a dish best served cold.
But does that mean
to simply act as I've been told?
For I'd rather become
masqueraded from those,
that I am enacting my
bloody vengeance upon.
And after it is done,
I'll continue to carry on,
so I can live my life,
the way that I want to.
But just remember that
revenge is a curse,
'Cause there'll always be
someone that'll want you
to end up in a hearse.
RevelationsChapter 1Revelations4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Once again an uneventful day for the heroes. The four had grown bored of their daily routine. Wake up, pack, fight zombies, rest, sleep, then repeat. Though strange how that could be boring, doing it for eighty years is kind of tiring.
With an exasperrated huff, Edward F. Jones flopped on the torn up couch. It was the same one he slept on in the same run-down Nazi theatre after fighting the same zombies. He didn't even bother reading the movie posters, even though he finally could. They were German, the same thing he hated.
The blonde narrowed his sharp hazel eyes. The mere thought of Germany made him miserable. THEY created the zombies. THEY warred against his homeland. THEY forced him into this hell-hole. He punched the couch arm, needing to vent some anger.
"Damn it..." he sighed, flipping his bangs out of his eyes. They were long on either sides of his face, but not long enough to fit in the hair tie for his long blonde hair. In the middle, on the top of his head, was a s