#( cod verse tbt. )

[jigsawscarred]

h-a-unted asked: " what the hell happened ? " (from John Price)

too lazy to find the meme.

It had been a hell of a long time since Billy had seen John Price. Too much had happened since then. Far too much. His face was full on scarred, bad enough that it was hard to see any remaining skin underneath.

"Made a few bad choices. Got into some shit I shouldn't have." He says it so casually. As if what he did wasn't a big ordeal. If the consequences were fine." That was the Billy Russo way of dealing with things. "I'm sure that you don't want to deal with all the gritty details. Probably would be boring."

@h-a-unted

[ofauroradreams]

okay, I kinda wanna delve into the touch-starvation thing I mentioned Li's COD verse

generally, Liana's a very tactile person. she likes to touch people bc growing up a lot of the touch she received was negative (fucking William). it bleeds into her horny-on-main bc sex is how she fulfills that desire for physical contact. she likes to initiate it a lot bc that way she knows she's getting enough of it.

also she's really just horny-on-main lbr.

in COD verse, she's in survival mode. and survival mode doesn't allow for much touch bc her brain is wired into the process that touch brings pain. that she's not safe, which affects her sleeping (a light sleeper, doesn't sleep around people), her eating (has to eat meat, eats every meal in case she doesn't get the next one), and of course, her desire for touch. she needs to survive, she can't allow herself comforts.

BUT WAIT, THERE'S MORE.

Liana craves one specific form of touch above all others: the hug.

Liana is the big sister. She's the strong one. She's the protector, the guardian, the defender of the young and innocent. She carries so much on her shoulders to spare others the same burdens (I've talked about this before intermittently). She finds people. She gives the hugs.

You have no idea the absolute breakdown Liana would have if someone swept her up in a tender moment and just hugged the shit out of her. Let her be the little girl for once, being protected and and guarded and defended. Let her cling to you and bury her face into your chest and just be held for a while.

She holds herself so strong. Do you know how fragile she really is?

Anyway, there's a correlation between her desire for a hug and the people she attaches herself to. Not always but sometimes.

[ofauroradreams]

She's  pulled  from  whatever  thing  is  so  exciting  on  her  phone  by  the  sound  of  his  voice,  reaching  lazily  to  snag  the  intended  screwdriver  and  press  it  into  his  open  hand.  Her  gaze  flicks  curiously  over  his  project  for  a  moment,  her  mouth  twisting  in  confusion.  "So...  what  are  you  even  doing?"

@ofauroradreams || sc!

"Get me th' screwdriver will ye?" He's hardly peeked up from his current explosive project, just holding a hand out. "On the other table, red band."

[sniperzen]

Reply to [ X ] @dxtycalls

     After hearing his statement, on her end she went quiet.  She was lining up her shots to provide cover for him.  “ Da, get your ass moving. ” Other wise, she’ll take pot shots to get him moving. Nothing harmful, maybe a little mark on the skin. “ Unless you are feeling rather sluggish. "  An amused Linda quipped as she was reloading the rifle, but really she hoped his lard ass would get moving.  She only had so much ammo, but it was being place to use sparingly.

[scoundrvls]

𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐔𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐍𝐄𝐎𝐍 𝐀𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑 𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐒, an artificial sanctuary in the fore. the fatal vines wasn’t like other cantinas on nar shaddaa. sure, it was located in one of the more upstanding districts of new vertica, but even here it was one of a whimsical kind. the proprietor was a silverback wookiee; vorshyyrra was her name, if he was remembering all the rs correctly. she’d invested seven decades of bounty hunting into this place, growing a slice of her verdant homeplant between the oppressive fallout of the hutta skyslums.

      instead of windows that looked out into the city, the wookiee installed viewscreens that panned across first-person views of kashyyyk’s many wonders. what space was left unoccupied was levied with plant life, giving the lounge a soothing green cast. the lights were a tender, pale white that reminded lando of sunlight filtering through leaves. no uppity jizz band overtook the atmosphere, a recording of avian calls and humming streams hovered beneath quiet conversations.

      even the menu refused to clash with the ambiance. the hardest liquor on the list came with a sprig of something green. be it sip or guzzle, there was no insidious burn that coated the tongue. every drink was an aromatic experience.

      vorshyyrra herself looked out of place in her own establishment. she had a large, imposing frame even by wookiee standards. her dark fur was riddled with angry pink gashes. yet her enormous fists were shockingly delicate as she supplied her guests with their mixtures. she didn’t serve a smile with the offering, but still managed to be a doting host. cantankerous patrons weren’t thrown to the street to cause trouble, they received a one-armed wookiee hug until they wore themselves into a stupor. once out, they were flopped into a padded room somewhere in the back where they slept off their intake. once up and bombarded with a grueling headache, most were eager to fling a few extra credits at the towering barkeep for a medicinal cocktail.

      it the perfect place for a pair of scoundrels to kickback in their mischief without fear of doing harm.

i knew i was your type ! — @lionthought as 𝐇𝐀𝐍 𝐒𝐎𝐋𝐎 / there's always a downside

      the smile calrissian brandished was worth a shell hutt’s weight in gold. teeth sunk playfully into his bottom lip as he considered the teetering flush in his companion’s cheeks. the debonair raised his glass by its thin waist and gave the contents a little swirl. a rosey fizzle tickled the surface.

      ❝ maybe after a few more of these, old friend. ❞

[jigsawscarred]

"I'm sorry." Billy knew how that felt. After getting involved with a few risky (and probably illegal) groups he had a lot of soldiers under his lead die. One could become numb to it after a while, but sometimes the thoughts still lingered. That something could else could have been done. How people depended on you and that you failed them.

"I mean... it'll pretty much be a sob story, so ..." He takes a long sip out of his glass before responding again. "Got caught up in things that I shouldn't have. Thought I was doing good for people. It was anything but..." He frowns and sighs. "I got out as soon as I could. Unfortunately that meant leaving people behind and I regret that every day."

“ How did it happen? ” (For John Price.) @jigsawscarred

He takes a second to think upon it, a quiet, deep breath. What else could he say other than...

"I was careless," he admits, though he is purposefully vague about it. "I took wrong turns every step of the way – me and my subordinates paid the price for it."

Another deep breath is taken as he attempts to brush it aside, shrugging. "Not as much of a fun story as all the other scars, the ones you can see, anyway." He states with that particular low, raspy tone, but slightly more lighthearted than before.

"But surely you didn't come here to drink to sob stories, did you? What are you running from today?" Because, anyone there was running from something, at least temporarily.

[jigsawscarred]

h-a-unted asked: " let's get you cleaned up. " (from Alex Keller)

too lazy to find meme.

The crew had just come back crawling back to base after being ambushed. Billy feels shell-shocked. He's a newer soldier, lacking experience. Not yet is he conditioned to the horrors of war. He hadn't been prepared for what had happened, he knew there had been a chance of it being a trap. There was always a chance, yet he had gotten cocky and now he was left sitting at base shaking by himself. What an embarrassing situation.

All he gives is a solemn nod. The words won't make their way out of his mouth. His throat feels tight. Constricted.

@h-a-unted

[sniperzen]

CoD Verse

Name: Linda Pravdin

Alias: Lone Wolf, Vermilion Wolf, Farmer’s Daughter

Nationality:

Soviet(1984–1991)

Russian (since 1991)

Status: Alive

Birth: March 19th, 1984 (Age 36)

Sex: Female

Height: 5'5" ( 1.65 m)

Weight: 140 lbs ( 63 kg)

Hair: Ginger

Eyes: Green

Race: Caucasian

Talents: Sniping and Hacking

     Born into a Russian family of Farmers, Linda was trained from childhood of hunting and the farmer life.  She has a talent for sniping, usually alone.  Is a bit of a smart ass but caring mentality, however if she knows them well enough she will offer her abilities for them.  She did serve in the Russian Army, was in Spetsnaz as a Sargent. Left the service to take care of the Family Farm and her elderly parents.

    She does keep in contact with former teammates, though sometimes rare. 

    How She was recalled: Nikolai promised to have someone watch over her farm and her parents.  It was a funny affair.  he tried sweet talking to her, which failed.  he tried appealing to her hunter instinct, which failed.  Last he tried to appeal about her farm and family, which worked.  he was sweating hard to get her, mainly because of her sniping abilities.