KBelle’s Comments (group member since Aug 31, 2013)

KBelle’s comments from the Task Force- [✯ᴀɴ ᴀᴅᴠᴀɴᴄᴇᴅ ᴍɪʟɪᴛᴀʀʏ ʀᴏʟᴇᴘʟᴀʏ✯] group.

We can absolutely bring Soap back if you want! This group is dead, so all character are up for grabs. Take your pick. :)

Queen, they're all added. Instead of a description, I turned their names into a link to their Wiki page, so everyone could see what the player looks like (if there is a picture), and learn everything they want to know!

I apologize, but this group is no longer very active. You are welcome to invite new people, or try to get it going again. I'm always willing to roleplay if you'd like! :)

I apologize for my absence Queen. I will do just that now!

Yes, you can! This group is pretty much dead, but if you want to revive it I'd be happy to roleplay with you!

She sighed. God, she was acting like a pregnant woman, with her emotions being so irrational. She had been with solely men since the age of six, and would normally hate a woman for being this melodramatic. Yet Simon's appearance was doing strange things to her mind. She smoothed the lapels of his wet jacket, chuckling slightly. "It's funny. In the past, we'd fight because neither of us would say a damn thing about our emotions or feelings. Now it seems we have the opposite problem. Neither of us can hide a thing." She smirked, looking up slightly to take in his expression as the lights flickered again. "Can we?"

((So I just thought of a possible idea. Ghost has been gone for five years. So maybe two months ago she and John slept together. Because he's always sort of fancied her. And she's pregnant))

She let her smile slowly fall as she turned away, her long hair trailing down her back as she faced to the window, her hands hanging limply at her sides, empty and pale. "Don't. Don't ask that of me," she whispered, her hands shaking slightly in a form of pure anger and fear, bridled and caged only by herself, by the remaining humanity she seemed to have. She looked down, her eyes falling on her scarred and scratched up legs. They were not new, nor recent. They had been this way as long as she could remember, since she was a child, a marker and reminder she was not normal. Not meant to belong "This is all I know Simon.." a soft, quavering weakness entered her voice, betraying her, fear. "Don't ask me to change, because I can't. I didn't want this anyway. Any of it. Ever. A son, a home, a husband. But you convinced me." she shook her head, wiping at her eyes with her sleeve. "You think I haven't thought about that b-before?"

She chuckled lightly in her easy and coy way, the low and silky tones reverberating off the smooth, hand carved dark wood floors, her bare feet cold against it. She rolled her eyes sardonically and let go of him, an enchantress's smirk playing upon her pink lips. "There is no getting out. This is who I am, who I was born to be." she turned her back on him and shook her head, her eyes landing on a picture hanging on the wall across the room, Simon in his military dress standing next to a beauty in a white dress. Herself. She smiled, forgetting she could look that way. "Besides," she spoke finally, looking over her shoulder at him, giving him the look she had been able to control him with for as long as she could remember. "You forget yourself Ghost...I am your superior..and better at this than you are"

...

She laughed shortly. "I know" she smiled grimly, leaning back and parting her long icy blonde hair, which brushed over his tough hands. She bowed her head slightly so he could see the small scar, with the remnants of ragged stitches, high above her left eye. She pointed to the back right of her skull. "Through and through. Scared you more than me" she chuckled slightly. "Should've heard yourself scream" she smiled morbidly, leaning back against the counter to take in his expression. "I'm blind" she waved her hand before her right eye. "And deaf" she tapped her left ear. It was then she stopped a moment to think. She hadn't been on more than one extraction mission since then. It had changed everything. Put in the hospital for what felt like forever and left her at home during the biggest war in history. She chewed on her lip and then fixed her hair, pulling it so it all cascaded in frozen, wintry waves down her pale shoulder.

((Domino XD ))

She sighed heavily, her deep red lips parting as she locked her jaw in thought. Patience. Patience, she reminded herself. Nothing else would fix him. Mend him. She realized the moment she had met him he was different. And perhaps, in retrospect, this was the reason she had been decidedly hateful towards him.

It was quite ironic, really, that she had tried so hard for so long to forget him. To forget the red hair, the freckled arms, the hyenas laugh and the ever present smirk she had hated so much. And now it was he who couldn't remember. Her hands fell as she crossed her arms, an overwhelming worry returning to her as she thought of it. "We still haven't recovered from being at war with Makarov. Female agents are especially hard to come by...so much they've lowered their standards" she sighed.

Sorry!! I'll put them in soon and start him soon! He's gonna be an arms dealer

I'll put you down on Scarecrow and check into getting you ghost--- I'm REALLY into my current rp with him. Check out the "Riley household" topic if you wanna know exactly what's going on with ghost. Or his character profile. We are saying he survived being burned and shot and has just returned to his wife, though he doesn't remember her

Same here!! Feel free to use your imagination or to use characters you've thought up before as influences!! The mods are only here to help

The great part about this group is that it excersize a your skills as an rper!!

The girl who plays ghost never really rps in this group anymore. You or I could message her because I have a character to go with him :)

Please don't!

Sensing his stiffness she looked over his shoulder and half smiled, running her hands up his arms, knowing it had always worked well to calm him in the past. There was a light pressure till her arms rested around his neck. Her eyes drew back to meet his as her hands rested where his neck met his shoulders, kneading the thick and tense muscle there. There was a certain warm and dying sadness in her gray eyes, which was so deep seated in her since childhood it seemed to never entirely fade. She had always been labeled as a cold and loveless bitch, yet somehow it was different with Simon. She was once again raised from her thoughts as she shifted slightly and cleared her throat. "We are supposed to pose as a husband and wife arms dealer team. The Russians suspect a mole who's supplying people with knowledge and weapons from their government and we're supposed to figure out who. " she sighed heavily, the sound and warm breath hanging in the kitchen air. She said it fairly ordinarily, as though she were talking about the weather. Yet he seemed not to understand the intensity of the rising conflict between the UK and Russia since the Makarov incident. And she sighed and let go of him then, closing her eyes and running her hand against her neck and rubbing her brow, her sigh a mixture of exhaustion and frustration "We're low on soldiers. Aren't able to make enough new ones to compensate the ones getting killed. Otherwise I wouldn't be permissed to go. I mean- no one wants to run their fucking lame horse in the derby" she whispered bitterly, her tone dropping as she bit into her pale lip, the red spreading across them.

Great! Sorry! Love him I'm sorry I forgot!!

Jaymes walked in, taping up his hands and dropping his towel and water bottle to the floor as he went to work on a punching bag, his dog tags flopping against his neck wildly with each powerful hit, the back swinging loudly on its un-oiled chain. He did not pause until the half hour mark, taking a drink as he glanced around the room, remarking how much it had changed.