#Black Hawk Down

[callmebrycelee]

MAN CRUSH MONDAY

JOSH HARTNETT

Joshua Daniel Hartnett was born July 21, 1978 in Saint Paul, Minnesota. The 46-year-old actor is best known for his roles in the films Halloween H2O: 20 Years Later, The Faculty, The Virgin Suicides, Pearl Harbor, Black Hawk Down, and 40 Days and 40 Nights. Josh played The Salesman/The Lady Killer in Sin City, Dwight "Buck" Bleichert in The Black Dahlia, Slevin Kelevra in Lucky Number Slevin, Eben Oleson in 30 Days of Night, and Ernest Lawrence in Oppenheimer. Josh also has several TV roles including Penny Dreadful, Black Mirror and The Bear. He has made apperances in the following music videos: Faith Hill's "There You'll Be", The Chicks' "Travelin Soldier" and "Pursuit of Happiness" by Kid Cudi. Josh can currently be seen in the M. Night Syyamalan psychological thriller film The Trap which premiered July 24, 2024. Josh is 6 feet and 3 inches tall.

[goatsludge]

I'm sure a couple of you are bored to death of my strike vest replicas, but this one's special, I promise :V

I've made quite a few Strike Vests over the years, and I've always ended up getting rid of the examples I meant to keep for myself, but this is one that I think is gonna be staying with me.

I based this one off an example that used to be on display at the Fayetteville Airborne and Special Operations Museum - unlike a majority of Gen.1 Strike Vests, this particular example was fitted with Fastex QR-1 Buckles as opposed to the typical SR-1.

On top of sourcing a set of these scarce buckles, an SADF P83 Rucksack was cannibalized to get just enough vintage nutria brown Cordura fabric to complete this rig (a huge PITA ftr, please don't ask me to do this for you).

As usual, all the other materials used on this rig include the correct MIL-T-5038 T/4 webbing, C.S. Osborne #00 Brass Grommets, and light OD Green MIL-W-5664 Cotton Elastic Tape.

Gen.1 Strike Vests of a similar pattern can be seen worn by SSG Daniel Busch and by an unknown operator next to SFC Randy Shughart in one photo.

This got finished a little too late to post on 10/3, but it's the thought that counts 💪

[sgtgrunt0331-3]

"It's about the men next to you. That's it. That's all it is."

(Black Hawk Down, 2001)

[wedgeantill]

Nikolaj Coster-Waldau as Gary Gordon Black Hawk Down (2001) dir. Ridley Scott

[texaschainsawmascara]

[asianrabbit]

Black Hawk Down (2001) All units, Irene. I say again, Irene.

[cimmerian-war-shrine]

[nellarw95]

Happy Birthday Josh 🥳🎂🎈🎁🎉

Joshua Daniel Hartnett

July 21,1978

Buon Compleanno 🥳🎂🎈🎁🎉

21 Luglio 1978

[ghostwarriorrrr]

Sikorsky MH-60M Black Hawk (S-70A) - USA - Army

[pedroam-bang]

Black Hawk Down (2001)

“Leave no man behind”

[sowhatifiliveinfukuoka]

The Ridley Scott collection

Black Hawk Down (2001)

[another-supernova-girl]

Marshmallow-Soft Heart - Matt Eversmann x Fem Reader

Based on the following request from @charliehoennam : Could you write for Matt from Black Hawk Down? I watched it the other day and omg I know the movie is all sad and stuff but my (REDACTED lol). Maybe he comes home to his fiancee is an elementary teacher (totally asking for a friend 💁🏽‍♀️) and he comes home and surprises her? I have obviously aged him up to current Josh Hartnett age, as he's sooo young in the movie. If this character isn't your vibe, I totally understand, and I'll see you in the next one. Gif is mine. MY JOSH HARTNETT CHARACTER MASTERLIST CAN BE FOUND HERE.

( word count : 1,300 )

< Well, anyway, I-...Yes sir, just a...Alright, I gotta go, baby, but I'll talk to you real soon. I love you. >

Matt Eversmann's voice disappeared as soon as his face did from the screen of his fiancée's computer, thousands of miles away, his pre-recorded video at an end.

It had been three weeks since she had seem him face to face, five days since she'd had an opportunity to speak to him on the phone, and as usual, it was crushing her. Being engaged to a military man, active duty or not, wasn't without its problems, and the physical distance his work so often put between them was no small part of said problems. Still, he'd hooked her in with his charm, his sweetness, his big, soft heart because of, or in spite of, his career, and she continued to manage. Did she wish he had a job closer to home, something that would have her nights consistently ending with him in bed beside her? Of course. But she knew what she'd signed up for. Difficult as it was, she knew he was worth it.

Her lids were heavy as she swiped around the touch-pad of her laptop, to other recent videos he'd sent her, videos he made sure to send at least every other day, especially when they could not talk over the phone. He made constant effort to reassure her that he missed her, that she was always on his mind, that he loved her, and that he couldn't wait to see her again. As had become normal during his absences, she gradually drifted off to the sound of his voice as he described his day to a camera, the sun barely setting in the sky outside.

🎖️

It was the clatter of metal cookware that snapped her out of a restless sleep, shooting up to sit in bed, almost no light in the room save for that of the moon, barely peeking between the gaps in the mini-blinds. She almost slipped on the hardwood floor as she clambered out of bed, dashing for the window to peer outside, breathing a hefty sigh of relief at the sight of her betrothed's truck, parked in the drive way that had been empty when she'd fallen asleep. More noise rose up from downstairs, clearly in the kitchen. She might have been annoyed at the interruption of her much needed nap if she hadn't been so elated to see him again, actually home from a work trip early for once. Stepping across the floor and back to their bed, much more calmly, she reached for her phone and, aided by it's glowing screen, finally noticed the thick bouquet of her favorite flowers, lush and fragrant, resting at the foot of the bed. Her retired Army Ranger fiancé, ever the soft-hearted romantic, never ceased to surprise her, the clattering noises coming from downstairs, included.

Her steps were near silent as she crept down the stairs, seeking out the source of the noise, squinting at the bright light of the kitchen as she reached the first floor. Standing before the piping-hot range was a very familiar figure, dressed in his typical camo pants and an olive drab tee – not exactly what he had worn during his service, but close enough without defying regulations. It had been the uniform that had snagged her attention first, after all, before his endearing personality had even had an opportunity to work its magic.

With his back to her, unaware of her wakefulness, Matt moved around the cooking area, checking the oven for the proper heat, monitoring the pot of water nearing its boiling point, fishing around in the freezer for the bag of frozen meatballs he'd picked up. Sneaking around the corner, keeping close to the wall, she listened to the clinking of metal and ceramic, and his muttered, incoherent words. It was when he shifted on his heels to seek out a bag of uncooked spaghetti that he finally noticed her, leaning against the side of the threshold that opened the cooking space up to the diminutive dining area. “Baby, I...I didn't mean to wake you,” he declared, striding quickly across the short distance between them to wrap her up in his embrace before she could utter a response. Encircled in his strong arms, his generous height towering over her, he felt like home. When she immediately wrapped her own arms about his frame, he leaned in to rest his cheek atop her crown.

“Could you sleep through all that racket?” she asked, her warm breath penetrating the soft fabric of his shirt, warming his skin beneath.

“I guess not...I just wanted to surprise you, sweetheart,” he answered, thoughts of the meal nearly forgotten until the sound of overheated water spilling over the rim of a pot met their ears.

“Oh, I'm surprised,” she confirmed, watching him shuffle around even more. Despite the bountiful skills he'd developed in his forty-six years, cooking had always eluded him, and even boiling water seemed a bit too much for Matt. No matter how many failed cooking efforts he'd made, though, he continued to try. “You didn't have to do all this.”

“I wanted to,” he managed, ripping open a box of frozen, seasoned bread, and hunting for a baking pan. “You looked so exhausted, up stairs. I figured a couple dozen nine-year-olds had ran you ragged,” he continued, thinking briefly of the multitude of third graders she taught on a regular basis, dropping dry sticks of pasta into bubbling water. “Saw you'd been watching a bunch of my videos, too,” he continued, his voice becoming softer, his cheeks taking on a bit of a pink hue. “Didn't realize you kept all those.”

The young woman was quiet a few moments before speaking up, the water bringing the pasta back to life, rising dangerously close to the rim of the pan again. “Of course...I miss you so much when you leave...I don't wanna give up any more of you than I already have to.”

“I, uh...” Matt began, his brows drawing together as he watched the pot of water boil the pasta into a more edible state. “I'm gonna start lookin' for something closer to home. I hate having to leave you all the time,” he uttered, warmth rising in his cheeks, and the tiniest pricks of moisture starting to gather at the corners of his eyes. “I don't ever wanna make you...” his words fell away as the timer on the microwave sounded, and he took the opportunity to hide his face as he click off the heat on top of, and inside the stove, dragging out the crisp bread and dumping the pasta into a colander to drain all the water away.

“Matt,” the young woman mumbled as she stepped closer, reaching out to swipe a tear from his cheek, his lips pulling into a frown he could barely fight, his brows scrunching together.

“I don't want you to ever regret choosing me,” he whispered, glancing up to the ceiling, steam rising from the sink. Well over a couple of decades in the military, and Matt had never let it harden him to his own emotions. It wasn't the uniform, or his handsome features, or even the sweet smile that had solidified her 'choice' when she'd taken the initiative to propose to him, months before. It was his marshmallow-soft heart. When he heard her repeat his name, he finally glanced toward her again, wiping away more tears that threatened to burn his cheeks.

“I don't even think that's possible,” she murmured, and Matt swiveled on his feet to pull her body into his strong arms again, her chin tilting up as her fingers climbed his chest, his clavicle, rounding his neck and guiding him down to claim a salty kiss.

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tagging : @one-of-thewalkingdead , @gissellec1 , @pinkflowerwombat , @sashimeep , @strangererotica , @the-butchers-baby , @callsign-fangirl , @hibiskooks , @jessy02 , @charliehoennam , @pinastrihaven , @amethystblackkchaos , @bleeding-heartz , @gt-rxn , @simplymurdock

If I forgot anyone, I apologize, and please let me know if you want to be tagged in the next one

COMMENTS AND REBLOGS AND TAGS ARE DEEPLY APPRECIATED.💙

[coopersadams]

josh hartnett/trap besties‼️

sascha ( @hollandstrophyhusband ) came up with the idea of making a discord server where we can get to know each other and freak out together :,)

everyone is welcome and you can join right here!

[raurquiz]

#HappyBirthday @jasonsfolly #JasonIsaacs #actor #CaptainLorca #StarTrekDiscovery #blackhawkdown #harrypotter #hook #archie #StarWars #Rebels #TalesoftheEmpire #Avatar #TheLastAirbender #thepatriot #thedeathofstalin #mass #theoa #ACureforWellness #HotelMumbai #OperationMincemeat

[urban-lad]

ᴊᴏsʜ ʜᴀʀᴛɴᴇᴛᴛ 𝟸𝟶𝟶𝟶, ʙʏ ʙʀᴜᴄᴇ ᴡᴇʙᴇʀ.

[67-romeo]