Thinking about Carpe Diem and the cinematography of falling leaves to falling snow.
Seasons as cyclical as generations. It's tapestries and banners. It’s photographs on the wall. A structure, a system; tradition in the bones of buildings and boys.
There's a choice to be made - Nolan's hollow, ceremonial Light of Knowledge, or Neil's scavenged, man-made God of the Cave?
They’re children living for the future through a lens of past. Fireside stories embraced by woodland caves. They chant, dance, and recite from a sacred book - the heirloom they claim from a father they chose.
The window is finally open, but time froze at Welton lake. Forever winter. Forever youth. A moment in time, a feeling, a community turned to dust.
It's all so fleeting. Carpe Diem. Teenage years, childhood, a lifetime in three months. It’s a tragedy of classical epics.
The tale is old, but this wound is fresh. Falling to your knees. Shouting at the sky, praying and wailing, and clutching at the earth.
But the snow never stops.
Spring is up to us.
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i like to believe that simon “ghost” riley, the big boy with the skull mask, has dimples.
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the rest of the task force doesn’t know this for the longest time cause, well, ghost always has the mask on so it’s hard to catch him smiling.
but one day they’re all seated together in a bar celebrating a successful mission and ghost has his mask pushed up to the bridge of his nose so he can sip on his drink. soap is on an absolute roll with his jokes tonight, they’re terrible dad jokes but it’s what he does best.
“oh! i got another one,” soap only grins harder when the group groans. “gaz, what do call a fish wearing a bowtie?” he stares at a lightly annoyed gaz seated across from him.
“… i don’t know, mctavish…” gaz has heard this one before but for soap’s sake he lets him tell it anyway. “what do you call a fish wearing a bowtie?”
“sofishticated.” soap beams a proud smile while gaz and price roll their eyes with small smiles.
ghost, now ghost, he had only intended to snort at his friends dumb joke but something about the stupid fish joke makes him crack a small, but noticeable smile.
the corners of his lips turn up for maybe two seconds at most but it’s enough for a dimple in both his cheeks appear and for his teammates to catch a glimpse.
soap is absolutely ecstatic the moment he sees them.
gaz stares for a moment then grins.
price says nothing but he is surprised nonetheless.
“i cannot believe that the simon “ghost” riley, one of the most feared people on the battlefield, has dimples. and i made ‘em appear.” soap nudges ghost’s shoulder with a gentle bump of his fist. the pride drenching soap’s words nearly make ghost smile again.
ghost glares at soap but there’s no real maliciousness or annoyance behind it, in fact soap could swear it’s a playful look.
“and i can’t believe you’ve still got god awful jokes.” ghost lands a flick on soap’s forehead.
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man i cant stop the call of duty brain rot and idk if i ever will
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