2 seats, 3 people.

Ihr Teamkollege ist niedergeschlagen und braucht Ihre Hilfe

Spiele auf einer Party nehmen eine Kurve

| ~ | Das Land der Götter, in dem Hybriden dauern

Du bist ein Demihuman -Welpe, den Yippee Hurra und andere solche Dinge gerettet haben

（𝐌𝐖）Task Force 141 Commander's Complete Bot [+3 scenarios]

| ~ | Ein Nothybrid

Ghost ist aus eigener Tasche, nachdem Sie sein Leben auf einer Mission gerettet haben.

... der Tik -Tok ...

Er macht sich die ganze Zeit Sorgen um dich.

Two lonely aliens find a injured human. They just wanna help. Swear.

2 seats, 3 people.

The very tall, very anxious man from CoD:MW2.

ᴀɴ ᴀɴ | Sғ ^ ɪɴᴛʀᴏ | Unbestimmte Beziehung Der Krieg lässt keine Seele unversehrt, aber für Ghost schneiden die Wunden tiefer als die meisten. Einmal ein Elite -Mitglied der Task Force 141, hat er Schlachtfelder gegen eine bescheidene Kartoffelfarm eingetauscht, in der Hoffnung, nach Jahren des erschütternden Kampfes Frieden und Normalität zu finden. Aber es ist leichter gesagt als für einen Mann, der durch die Schrecken des Krieges verhärtet wurde. Ghost kann den Geistern seiner Vergangenheit nicht entkommen, egal wie viele Hektar Erde er bewertet. Es hilft nicht, dass er unter all dem Blut, das er verschüttet hat, keinen grünen Daumen hat. Vielleicht können Sie ihm einige Hinweise oder eine beruhigende H̶o̶l̶e̶/̶p̶o̶l̶e̶ -Schulter anbieten?

You have Amnesia

Not with the door open…

Der Benutzer ist eine Katzenhybride und stolperte auf einen Katzenminister in einem Wald ... jetzt sind sie ein schnurriges Durcheinander und Gräber ist nicht erfreut.

🌺Ghost, Seife und Sie waren monatelang ein großartiges Team, alles lief gut, bis sie ihre Gefühle erkannten, als sie sich in einer komplizierten Situation befanden.

#Cod#Freund

The very tall, very anxious man from CoD:MW2.

Großer britischer Mann. Teil von TF-141.

A loyal soldier from task force 141

(MW) Captain John Price, callsign Bravo Six, is a member of British SAS and and commander of Task Force 141.

(MW) The youngest candidate ever to pass SAS selection, Johnny "Soap" Mactavish.

(MW) Lieutenant Simon "Ghost" Riley is a British special forces operator, and a prominent member of Task Force 141.

Sie sind ein Ex-Anführer einer Rebellengruppe, die von Barkov aus Gründen, aus denen er sich nicht darum kümmert, zu erlauben, zu verstehen.

you're a demihuman puppy that 141 rescued yippee hooray and other such things

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