Amph
ixamph.bsky.social
Amph
@ixamph.bsky.social
27. Nonbinary.
Big same, big saaame
December 2, 2025 at 5:05 AM
Neither of them say anything in the dark cellar. Ghost reclines back on a stack of dusty sacks of food. Roach flops over his lap on his stomach. They take comfort and solace from each other in the quiet dark of the cellar, away from the bright and loud world outside.
December 2, 2025 at 4:37 AM
It’s dark, very dark, and Ghost feels an overwhelming sense of relief at not being perceived. After checking to ensure it’s safe, Ghost and Roach look around.

It’s stocked with supplies and reserves of food, which is typical for a safe house.
December 2, 2025 at 4:37 AM
Roach waves, then beckons him over to a cleared-off spot next to the cabin. Ghost walks over and raises an eyebrow in interest. Roach had somehow found a bulkhead door to a cellar.

Ghost helps him open it, pulling out his flashlight, and follows Roach in.
December 2, 2025 at 4:37 AM
His saving grace comes from a light tap on the window next to him. Ghost glances over, and sees the silly little antennae of Roach’s helmet. He had wondered where Roach had slipped off to.

Ghost slips out of the cabin with a muttered excuse, then goes around to where he saw Roach.
December 2, 2025 at 4:37 AM
Ghost can feel his patience growing thin at the cramped quarters, and discussion of food when all they’ve got right now is rations. In the dark of the safe house, his form is very apparent, with the bright white and gray camos.
December 2, 2025 at 4:37 AM
They’re staying there for a day or two until extract. It’s safe, but incredibly cramped.

Ghost is leaning against one of the walls while Soap and Gaz banter about the best seasoning for fries. Price is doing something or another on his tablet, analyzing data.
December 2, 2025 at 4:37 AM
Ghost *hates* the winter camo. It is the complete opposite of his dark and broody aesthetic he’s got going on. And, even worse, he can’t lean against walls or hide in corners to eavesdrop on the absurd conversations that his teammates have.

The team is currently in a safe house in the woods.
December 2, 2025 at 4:37 AM
AIDUDHSBAJIDUD FEELS
I love it, thank you
December 2, 2025 at 2:48 AM
Thank you!!! And I’ll make sure to tag you next time, thank you for reminding me!
December 2, 2025 at 12:04 AM
a cat is sitting on top of a burrito in outer space
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December 1, 2025 at 10:01 PM
I’ve said it once, I’ll say it again. People who draw the COD characters with cunts deserve the world and their favorite ice cream in the freezer at all times.
December 1, 2025 at 9:57 PM
Consider,,,,,,
A long night of fucking. His first round with whoever his partner is, he lights a cig, sees how long it lasts. Then does the same for the last round of the night and compares
December 1, 2025 at 7:35 AM
I’m so glad! I’m always disappointed when Roach isn’t included. I love the little bug 🪳
December 1, 2025 at 6:57 AM
Awww thank you!!!! I’m so glad you like it!!! 💖💖💖
December 1, 2025 at 5:47 AM
Awww yay! Thank you! I haven’t written anything for COD yet, and I haven’t played the games, but I love these characters and had an idea that I wanted to share. I’m so glad you liked it!!! ❤️❤️❤️
December 1, 2025 at 5:41 AM
After some hot showers, comfortable clothes, and half of a movie, the whole team is passed out in the common room, and the hot chocolate is gone. It’s a sight that Price will huff and complain about outwardly, but internally, it’s something he looks forward to every year.
December 1, 2025 at 3:55 AM
By nightfall, when his team comes in, they beeline for the crockpot, filling mugs repeatedly as they gulp down the hot drink. They don’t save room for dinner, they just fill themselves up on hot chocolate (much to their near-immediate regret when their stomachs hurt about an hour later)
December 1, 2025 at 3:55 AM
He has the hot chocolate recipe memorized by now, from how much they request it. He fills the crockpot with the ingredients, sighing at the absolutely ungodly amount of milk and chocolate it takes, and turns it on low to simmer throughout the day
December 1, 2025 at 3:55 AM
This tradition never fails to happen every year. And after the first year, Price learned he needed to prepare, lest he deal with cold and grumpy soldiers that evening.

He wakes up in the morning, pulls out an old Crockpot he’s had for god knows how long, and gets to work.
December 1, 2025 at 3:55 AM
Eventually, Soap convinces the rest to build a snowman with him, with big sad puppy-dog eyes, and the insistence that he needs their help to build the biggest snowman ever. They take that as a challenge.
December 1, 2025 at 3:55 AM
Roach will get up on his own time, see the ruckus outside, and join in from the shadows, pelting snowballs at all three of them from the roof (how he got up there, nobody knows.)

It turns into a chase to see who can get up to the roof and get Roach down for fair play
December 1, 2025 at 3:55 AM