sgt-garrison

[sgt-garrison]

also fuck marry kill makarov, graves, shepherd

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Could m’gun jus’ have three bullets? All three of ‘em got it comin’.

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(i don't really know if i'm allowed to say this and i don't expect an answer im more just yapping) ...gonna be honest man i'm not doing great

on another note i'm trying to recreate the costco muffins that got discontinued

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Hey, now, ‘non, y’r allowed t’not be at y’r best. If we were all expected t’be th’greatest all th’time we wouldn’t be all that human. So- good y’r honest. Makes it better not t’bottle all that n’side, right?

And give us n’update on that venture. Miss ‘em like crazy.

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Oh when did your banner change?

A couple of weeks ago :) thought it was fitting for him

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✦ how do you take your tea?

S’much sugar as y’can put n’there, then throw it n’th’fridge. Bit a’lemon n’there too.

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favorite older video game? i really like dig dug (it is impossible to find almost anywhere🥲)

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Mod is answering because Garrison is NOT a video game man (rip)

There’s a LOT of choices. I’m actually a console collector on the side, haha. I can’t say I have a definitive favorite game, right? But ones I thoroughly enjoyed playing were the GOW series (Xbox and PlayStation), the Diablo series, dragon age series, pokemon snap on GameCube, and excitebike on NES :) that would be the non pc games I enjoyed that would be considered “older”.

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Wanna go fishing.

Good weather t’go fishin’, why not?

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sir. can you do a backflip. 🪐

Hell, my back hardly works! It y’asked a’couple years ago, that’d be a different story, darlin’.

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✦ + cutest guy / girl on base?

Ohhh, darlin’, we’d be here all night, wouldn’t we? N’ I’m not th’type t’get people all fussy bein’ jealous. All of ‘em are cute. Real good people we got out here n’the 141.

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✦ Who was your first crush?

Awww, now, s’been a minute since I thought’a many folks, but m’lovely girl Jamie was m’first love. She’s a real spitfire, miss ‘er everyday. She’d beat my ass quicker n’ a whip.

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✦ What stresses you out the most?

Woo, let’s see.. I’d reckon brass does. Sniffin’ me t’see if I’ll make th’same mistakes. Kind’a scared they’ll kick me out if they see one wrong step.

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🫵🫵🫵

I do got’a good ass, don’ I?

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Send "✦ + a question " and my muse has to answer honestly.

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Contact had been made as soon as the order rang out in the clearing- Garrison and the others had been set up high in the trees, hidden in the brush, as they kept eyes on the trucks. Watched them fly up 10, 20 feet in the air and land on their backs. His rifle was carefully aimed and watching the whole ordeal unfold as planned. What wasn't expected, however, was just how many of them would come out. Men poured out from the trucks, disoriented and very much alive, giving hell to the troops below. He watches as troops from both sides crumbled to the ground as shots cracked. And here comes his role, his purpose- back up to cover for the unexpected. Garrison's breathing slows to a crawl as he waits patiently, lines his shots. And thank god for noise cancelling head sets as he pulls the trigger, feeling the kick back in his arms and shoulders. The shot lands as one of the opposing troops falls to the ground in a red mist. He watches their group struggle to maintain form, anxiously looking around in the general direction of his line of fire. A small smirk quirks up on the side of his lips as he watches his fellow snipers do good work against opposing forces, watches boots take down a man with a shot to the chest.

Boots' mind was completely focused on the mission as she and her companions aimed their direction and started running. There were rocks in their path but they quickly jumped over them and continued searching for the stream. By the time they got there, all the memories of the enemy were running through her mind and her blood started to boil even more.

The forest was too quiet.

The kind of quiet that made your heartbeat feel like a drum in your ears. In minutes, they were crouched in the ditch off the side of the stream while two dug the landmines.

She could feel sweat collecting under her helmet, despite the chill. It wasn’t the heat—God, no—it was the anticipation. The silence before the storm. That tight feeling in your chest like the air is too thick to breathe. She looked left—another soldier was tapping his thumb on his mag, a twitch they usually did when nerves crept in.

Intel said four enemy trucks loaded with weapons and 8 to 9 armed personnel each. Hit them hard, then get out.

A sound. Tires crunching gravel.

Everything in them went still.

"Visual," someone whispered over comms. The word hissed in her ear like a snake.

Lights crept over the ridge—three trucks, just like they said. Engines humming low, almost lazy. They had no idea, hopefully.

Boots swallowed hard, throat dry. She thumbed the safety off her rifle, the click sounding like thunder in her ears. She feared freezing up. That she'd choke. That she'd fail her team. That she'd see their bodies because of her. But they all did.

She mouthed a silent prayer. Not for salvation. Just for a straight aim.

Then: "Go."

The landmines detonated under the first two trucks and they rose from the ditch like ghosts.

She fired before they even registered what she was aiming at. Muzzle flash lit up the road like lightning. The first truck swerved after the detonation, bullets punching through the windshield. Someone inside screamed—high and awful—and then was cut off as the vehicle slammed into the embankment. Someone lobbed a frag—boom—second truck’s rear end erupted after the front. The air stank of oil, blood, smoke.

Return fire. Bright tracer rounds zipped past them like fireflies on speed. Dirt kicked up all around. One of the team went down. The way their body snapped and fell—it was just gone. No time to check. No time to mourn.

A guy came charging from behind the third truck—wild eyes, spraying bullets like he was blind. Boots dropped him. One shot to the chest. He jerked backward and collapsed like a puppet with its strings cut.

"CLEAR THE TRUCKS!" someone yelled. But there were more people than they thought. Backup came.

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(He leans over her shoulder to look at the phone, his cigarette lazily hanging from his lips as he carefully watches the screen. His eyes scan the different names of areas he wouldn't day try to utter correctly, before he senses hesitation with Holly. The question comes out, and Garrison pauses before he hums in thought) Y'know th'kinda clearance I'd need t'get n' do what I'd like to, LT? (He grins a bit as he flicks his gaze from the phone to her.) Bit of'a party animal, all things considered. Love disco, drinkin', bad decisions. Th'works.

( With her cigarette firmly between her lips and an incoherent combination of disbelieving laughter and mumbling of something full of profanity, she pulled off her gloves, grabbing her phone from her pocket and sliding up next to Garrison, pulling up her map app in the process. )

Nah, I will not cut you any slack, actually—I seriously can't believe you've been here for months and haven't fucked off exploring yet.

Also don't listen to anyone's pub preference—They're all the same shit. Except the Crown & Pig... That's actually the best one around here but... Anyway.

( There's no malice in her tone, even as she scalds him. In fact, if anything, there's excitement in her tone at the opportunity to talk his ear off about places she think's he'd benefit from seeing. Her thumb moves around the map, zooming out of sleepy little Credenhill and glancing at other locations.

... A pause. She's not even asked what he would want to see or do yet... Hell, he didn't even say he wanted a curated tour of the UK made for him. Oh well. You're welcome, Garrison. )

What actually do you like... Like to do though? You into history? Sightseeing? Nightlife? Give me somethin' to work with here.

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*shotput-chucks lollipop at your head* HAVE A NICE DAY!!!

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(It hits his head, bounces off, and enters the void. Garrison is cursing and trying to find out who the hell threw that.)

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sir sir just so you know i did NOT put a metal fork in the microwave and if you see any smoke coming from the kitchen it was NOT me and if anyone tells you it was theyre lying trust *cough cough* 🪐

Now that's what crow was talkin' 'bout...

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I’m okay! Just dealing with things and since I was gone for a it I wanted to give you the lemon cake I made. Do you think the others will like it too?

'Course they will, dalrin'. I'll make sure t'make th'rounds, a'right?