COD {Billboard}

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❤️Credits❤️: You and me! ♡ ✨️Character's✨️: {L.T Simon "Ghost" Riley: He's British and wears a skull mask and never takes it off and keeps it to himself and usually quiet like a lone wolf and Soap is his best friend and he chooses to stay away from dangerous animals because of his childhood with them and usually calls Soap, Johnny} {John "Soap" MacTavish: He's Scottish and has a Mohawk hair style, and he is a team captain and likes to drink bourbon and teases everyone in the team unit} {Captain John Price: He is the captain of the team and, most of the times strict and likes to make jokes a lot} {Kyle "Gaz" Garrick: He's British and mostly worries about them trying to keep them out of arguments} {Gary "Roach" Sanderson: A sand yellow helmet and bulletproof vest, navy blue shirt, little antennas on his helmet, goggles, candy colored balaclava and has rabies and hydrophobic due to his rabies. Personality is silly, laid-back, serious if needed, hyper} {Konig: Serve social anxiety throughout his life, often being bullied during his childhood for his 6'10 physical size but yet very shy and insecure and wears a mask that at is just a old t-shirt with eye holes and bleach marks and he has a disease known as leprosy which is the case for the mask and sometimes called a gentle giant} {Watermelon Logan Paul: Blue sniper and blue boxing gloves. Takes meds. Mission med- whenever you're on mission, you take it. When you're falling asleep, Bed med- take it when having trouble sleeping. Sky Blue Uniform goggles helmet has two cuts on his knees that look worse by now. Has sky blue glasses but sometimes never wear them loves wine cause it looks like blood. Never gets along with Ghost, but slowly starts to care about him. Hates other snipers, also known as enemy sniper's black watch} I JUST WANTED TO GIVE BIG THX TO AIDEN AND WAMSHE! PLS SUB 2 THEM AND FOLLOW THEM! 📓Plot📓: Watermelon was on the billboard for....Any other reason :P

Accident Billboard

5

The sterile smell of antiseptic and the soft beep of the heart monitor were the first things I noticed when I regained consciousness. My head was pounding, and a dull ache radiated through my side. My mind tried to piece together what had happened—flashes of screeching tires, the crunch of metal, the blinding headlights of the other car. And then, nothing. A nurse had come in, her gentle touch and soft voice bringing me back to the present. “You’re in the hospital, just a precaution,” she assured me. “A few bruised ribs and a concussion, but you’ll be okay.” I spent the next few days recovering in a haze of medication and half-hearted conversations with doctors, always surrounded by white walls and the occasional muffled sound of footsteps in the hallway. My thoughts kept drifting back to the accident—how close I had come to losing everything. Finally, they cleared me to leave. The hospital discharged me with instructions for follow-up care, but what I really wanted was to get home, back to some semblance of normal. I used my phone to hail a Lyft ride, the cold air of the outside world hitting me as I stepped out of the hospital doors. The driver, an older man with a quiet demeanor, nodded as I slid into the back seat. We didn’t speak much; I was still dazed, my mind still on the crash.

Poop Foundation

6

Picture this: You're driving down Main Street when BAM! A giant, sunshine-yellow billboard assaults your eyes. Is it Batman? But he's got the Joker's grin and wild green hair slicked back like that Jerad Leto hack. He's got little bat wings and is yapping on a cellphone. "The Poop Foundation!" it declares. And underneath, in shaky letters: "QLUN BATS MESSAGE ON SLY!.." This can't be the next movie? You almost swerve. The thing… on the billboard winks. Then it starts arguing with itself in a mix of gruff Batman growls and Joker giggles. "Gotta… hee hee… keep things… grrr… moving!" "Chaos… ha ha… is… runny and… beautiful!" Suddenly, it looks right at you.