I Didn't Need To Be Called Out Like This Tumblr.

I'm drawing Soap and I couldn't figure out why it just kept looking like Alejandro.

It was the forehead.

It was too big.

I've had a Tumblr for less than 24 hours.

This may be a problem.

I should just start posting whatever. Who cares if people see it or not

Reblogging for later because I love this

Current TF 141 wakes up in the OG universe, in their OG bodies.

For Price, not much is different, though he feels older, his facial hair is wrong, and his voice is less destroyed by years of smoking. At least the facial hair is fixable. Grumpy about his now aching more than ever back, he makes his way to his office and starts looking into his own file as well as those of his teammates.

For Soap, though he'd never admit it, he feels like he got an upgrade. A scar over his left eye and a squarer jaw, coupled with his apparent promotion, as those around him have been falling him Captain since he left his room, have him practically preening. Opening his mouth reveals a voice not quite as low, and more accented, which he can (has to) live with.

Ghost is pissed. Not only is he now downgraded to his old balaclava, rip 20+ custom skull plate masks, he thinks, but he's also lost several centimeters of altitude. As he makes his way towards Captain Price's office it become increasingly clear that in this universe, him stalking through the base like an angry wet cat is common, as no one bats an eye and several men toss him a decently cheery "hey Lt!" as he goes. Being forced to look up to see Soap, who apparently outranks him now, fills him with the urge to put his fist through something. Perhaps a computer monitor.

Gaz is having an awful time. Not only did he wake up in a body that most definitely isn't his, but the men at the gate tried to arrest him because apparently in this universe, and isn't that a fucking wild thought, the operator known as Gaz is dead. He had to sneak in after losing the guards, at least he was still a highly skilled soldier. He snuck up to the window of Price's office, and could hear 3 unfamiliar voices from within. After eavesdropping for a moment he surmised that it was his team, in the exact same predicament as himself. He wasn't alone. Thank fuck. Climbing through the window was the quickest option, but had him tossed back against a wall by some little guy in a skull mas- Ghost?

"Who the fuck are you?" Small Ghost spits up at him.

"I'm Gaz." He replies, admittedly miserably.

Ghost relents, but hesitantly. "Why are you white?"

"Why are you short?" Gaz shoots back without thinking.

A much larger Soap than Gaz is used to lunges forward to restrain Ghost, stopping him from presumably fileting Gaz for his cheek.

How many licks does it take to get to the center of this rock I found? :D

I have the overwhelming urge to create after months of art block.

I NEED TO DRAW. AND PAINT. RIGHT NOW.

⚫⚪⚫a very important message⚫⚪⚫

Update: Now it looks like Graves

I can't tell if I'm getting closer or further away from Soap

I'm drawing Soap and I couldn't figure out why it just kept looking like Alejandro.

It was the forehead.

It was too big.

My father is such an interesting man.

My dad has a shit memory, trying to get him to remember something I need him to do or information I need him to remember is near impossible.

But this man somehow remembered in an off-handed conversation that I told him I wanted to read the Lord of the rings + The hobbit.

And gifts me his copies from like, the 80s.

I didn't even remember this conversation, but I know I probably did say something to him about it.

BREAKING NEWS:

following your therapist's advice actually does help.