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Swedish Kustjägare - Coastal Rangers
#military aesthetic#coastal rangers#military photography#kustjägare#swedish military#special forces#military life#combat ready#tactical gear#military operations#military strength#elite forces#military action#combat unit#masked men#military men
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Ladies and Gentlemen,I present to youđŤ´đź
the physical embodiment of the phrase â¨You Fucking Moron!!!â¨
#he is supposed to be a member of an elite super special police force....#and he forgot to call his Grandma#Facepalm#XD#Yai my darling dude! ...I FEEL you!#you are my spirit animal#in this moment! we are one and the same XD#the sign#the sign the series#my thoughts
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#Best Sneaker Releases October 2024 Week 4 Nike LeBron TR1 âPurple Rainâ Wales Bonner x adidas Samba & Superstar Nike Dunk Low & Air Force 1#Sneaker Politics#The stage is set for not only the World Series#but the beginning of the NBA season as well. Major matchups between the New York Knicks and Boston Celtics#as well as the Minnesota Timberwolves and Los Angeles Lakers#will kick things off tonight as the league looks to carry over the momentum built from the 5-game WNBA Finals series that concluded over th#basketball sneakers continue to play a key role in our latest rundown of the best footwear drops of the week#which sees Nike#adidas#On and Jordan Brand all competing for access to your wallet across the next seven days. Before we go shoe-by-shoe down our new list of rele#letâs look back at what news caught our eye this past week.#On the feature side of things#Nike presented its 20th Doernbecher Freestyle collection#which Hypebeast had the privilege of learning more about directly from one of the patient-designers. The six special pairs were unveiled al#which notably featured several unique PUMA sneakers and plenty of designer kicks.#As for the typical news#Nike Basketball unveiled the Nike LeBron 22#which is set to debut on shelves at the start of November. We also got first looks at this yearâs Nike Kobe 9 Elite Protro âChristmasâ and#as well as a preview of the new Air Jordan 7 RM. Rounding things out for the Swoosh#an updated release date for the postponed launch of the Air Jordan 1 High OG âBlack Toe Reimaginedâ was shared.#Elsewhere in the industry#we got an official preview of the adidas Harden Vol. 9#which is expected to launch in early 2025#while Lionel Messi and Bad Bunny teamed up to drop an adidas Gazelle and F50 Cleat. New Balance stayed in the mix as Up There revealed its#ASICSâ latest projects with JJJJound#HAL STUDIOSÂŽ and Ronnie Fieg all made noise.#With all of the past weekâs footwear news recapped#letâs pivot to what sneakers to look forward to this week#starting off with LeBron Jamesâ new Nike LeBron TR1 in a Prince-inspired âPurple Rainâ colorway. Donât forget to hit up HBX to shop sneaker#Nike LeBron TR1 âPurple Rainâ
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#heartbreaking: bright/vibrant/neon colors fan forced to use monochrome#also i didn't draw it on that date or at that time it's just flavor text#since revolution was on 3/3 and it's supposed to be night#anyways#my art#special interest#animals#wrasslin#hyperfixation#the elite#young bucks#matt jackson#nick jackson
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Everyone listen, we all know that Chase makes the mission suits right? SO WHAT IF he makes Bree like her prom dress!! Wouldn't that be so CUTE. (I know they move to the island before they finish high school but it would be so cute)
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#youtube#militarytraining#RIMPAC 2024#Peruvian Navy#Underwater Escape Training#Escape and Evasion#Navy SEALs#Peruvian Marines#Special Forces#Survival Skills#Military Training#Underwater Operations#Maritime Training#Military Drills#Special Operations#Elite Forces#Military Diving#Underwater Survival#Combat Training#Military Exercise#Military Skills.#Tactical Training
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Iâm not saying I wanted to see Oliver break down sobbing Iâm just saying that finding out your mother is an evil supervillain whoâs doing it all to protect you would mess you up a bit and I wish we got to see his reaction to that
Inspired by @broken-glass-collection suggestion for sad mighty med
#this doesnât really look good but whatever#also Kaz and Oliverâs friendship is something that is so special to me#mighty med#mighty med fanart#kaz mighty med#mighty med kaz#oliver mighty med#mighty med Oliver#mighty med oliver fanart#mighty med kaz fanart#oliver mm#mm Oliver#kaz mm#mm Kaz#lab rats elite force fanart#lab rats elite force#lab rats elite force oliver#lab rats elite force Kaz#lref#lref fanart#my art
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Dark Matters
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content includes: female reader, drunk reader + mentions of alcohol, modern + non curse au sukuna, established relationship, unnamed friends, reader makes one (1) dick sucking joke, reader dips fries into shakes because sheâs elite like that, he carries reader
Itâs half past midnight when he comes to pick you up. Your face sours as soon as you see him, taking an instinctive step back.
âNuh uh,â you say, wagging a finger back and forth in his face as he scowls. âItâs girlâs night. No men allowedâweâve been over this!â
âAs if I wanna join your stupid girlâs night,â he scoffs. Sukuna is tired. (Of you). Itâs too late at night to be worrying about what ditch youâre going to end yourself up in after lord knows how many drinks, so regrettably, he takes matters into his own hands.
Itâs a good thing he does, too, he thinks with a flare of his nostril as he eyes the drunk, mess of a woman thatâs supposed to be your ride home. Designated driver my ass, he all but grumbles under his breath.
âHeyââ he looks over to the side with an irritated flick of his eyes as a hand smacks his shoulder. Your friend (in not better condition than you) levels him with a snarky look before she hisses, âYou heard her! Itâs girlâs night. Go away.â
Sukuna ignores herâbecause, well, thatâs what he always does anyway. She talks far too much to be considered a normal amount, and he doesnât like the shrill sound of her voice. Instead, he turns to you, gives you a firm, scolding look before he grunts, âWe are going home. Now.â
You seem to catch onto the stern tone of his voice because within seconds, youâre slumping against him as you whine, âFine,â with a pout. âMean.â
âYeah?â He snorts, âYou know whatâs meaner? Nasty men who find girls passed out in the middle of the streets. Now letâs go. Weâre going homeâall of you.â
A chorus of whines and petty insults makes him want to grab a drink himselfâbeing inebriated seems like the only way your friends are tolerable, but as annoying as they are, he refuses to leave them here wasted.
So he does the noble thing, and sacrifices his ear drums as they play whatever stupid pop song is trending on the radio at full volume down the streets, heads sticking out of the windows and screaming the lyrics out to innocent passerbyâs.
Sukuna is just a guy. Not the best, most chivalrous or charitable guy, maybeâbut just a guy, all the same. Heâs not done anything wrong to deserve this torture. Heâs been nothing but a kind (usually) boyfriend that loves you unconditionally (most of the time), supports you wholeheartedly (when it suits him), listens to your problems (if heâs in the mood), and makes you feel special (as long as it doesnât inconvenience him).
Still, heâs stuck basically being an uber driverâfor free, no lessâto your ungrateful, bratty, obnoxious friends that arenât pretty enough to enjoy your company in the first place. They donât even thank him when they get out as he drops them off one by one to their homes, opting to say goodbye to you as if youâre the one who pays for the gas in his car.
Finally, the last of your friends (who he likes to consider nuisances) leaves, freeing him of anymore radio pop songs and unnaturally loud giggles.
He grumbles as you ask, âCan we get milkshakes?â
âNo.â
âPlease?â You whine, âI want strawberry.â
âThatâs great,â he says sarcastically, âThe answerâs still no.â
âPlease, please, please, Kuna? Iâll suck your dick on the drive thereââ
âJesus, whatâs the matter with you?â He hisses, fighting back flushed cheeks as he glares at you once the car rolls to a stop at a red light.
Usually, heâs the one making such lewd comments and getting under your skinâbut lacking in sobriety is seriously forcing the two of you to switch roles. Heâs starting to wonder if maybe he should be nicer to youâyou deal with a lot. (Not that heâs mean. He considers himself a pretty generous boyfriend).
âIâll even pay,â you offer.
âYou didnât bring a wallet, so it looks like Iâll have to pay,â he says blandly.
You grin, giving him an innocent smile as you excitedly ask, âSo thatâs a yes?â
âAre you going to be quiet if I say yes?â He clicks his teeth in thinly-veiled irritation.
You grin, nodding enthusiastically.
Well, he thinks bitterly, so much for no more pit stops.
Itâs not long until heâs pulling into the drive-thru of the nearest fast food joint, rolling his window down to order your stupid, late night request.
âWeâll take one strawberry milkshake, please,â he says gruffly.
âAnything else?â Comes the tired reply of whoever is taking his order.
âNoââ
âAnd large fries, please!â You lean over him to shout out the window and make sure the poor worker hears you. Sukuna glares, (gently) pushing you back into your seat as he hisses, âPut your seatbelt on! And you asked for a milkshake, not a damn meal.â
âFries arenât a meal,â you huff, âAnd theyâre good dipped in the shake. You canât have one without the other.â
âNoââ
âIâll scream that Iâm being kidnapped,â you warn, âI want my fries.â
âFucking fine,â he throws his hands up, exasperatedly caving to your request because, yeah, having some drunk, half-conscious woman in his front seat screaming bloody murder about being abducted at two a.m. is not a good look to a stranger that doesnât know any better. âOne strawberry milkshake and large fucking fries and thatâs it,â he growls to the other person through the drive-thru speaker.
Itâs not the poor employeeâs fault, and he knows it, but heâs too tired and sleep-deprived to care about his snarky attitude.
âItâll be ready at the window,â the man speaks tiredly, completely unphased.
âYay!â You squeal.
Itâs a pretty bothersome task to have to stop the car five minutes after receiving the food just to open the lid of your cup for you so that you can dip your fries into your milkshake easier, but he figures itâs better than a tiring drive home. Or worse, a spill all over his car seats at your own attempt.
He glances over at you wearily as he finally (hopefully) starts to drive home, watching as you dip your french fries into your frozen drink and happily eat away. He crinkles his eyes at the combination.
Heâll never understand peopleâs unnatural obsession with pairing anything remotely salty and sweet together.
âMy friends think youâre weird,â you hum, taking a handful of fries to your mouth as you say between chewing, âThey say youâre intense. Like, scary intense. But I told them, thatâs just his face.â
Finally, a small smile cracks on his face, breaking through the grumpy, tired exterior. He snorts, shaking his head. âDrunk you has way too much to say.â
âDrunk me is honest,â you retort, clutching your fries to your chest as you huff, âNow Iâm not sharing my fries anymore.â
âYou werenât going to anyway,â he rolls his eyes.
Finally, his car pulls into a familiar parking spot, just outside of your shared home as he parks and turns to you. You giggle at him before humming, âHowâd you know?â
âBecause you never do,â he rolls his eyes.
âThatâs because this relationship is 50/50! You buy the food, and I eat it.â
âYeah?â He snorts, shaking his headâstill, thereâs something endearing about the way you clutch your fries close to your chest, as if guarding them with your life. He leans over, snatching one easily anyway, smirking in amusement when you gasp and pout at the gesture.
âHey! Thatâs mine!â
âYeah, whatever,â he grunts, fighting back a fond grin before he asks, âLetâs go. Weâre going in.â
With that, he comes around to your side of the car, pulling you out and hoisting you up to carry you bridal style as he marches over to the front door. Sighing happily, you admire his face as he walks.
âThanks,â you murmur.
He raises a brow, mildly shocked. âFor?â
âFor bringing me home. Same time next week?â
He chuckles, pressing a soft, affectionate kiss to your forehead. âAbsolutely not. No more girlâs nights with those shit shows.â
#writing tag#sukuna x reader#ryomen sukuna x reader#sukuna x you#ryomen sukuna x you#sukuna fluff#ryomen sukuna fluff#jjk x reader#jujutsu kaisen x reader#jjk x you#jujutsu kaisen x you#jjk fluff#jujutsu kaisen fluff
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Childhood Sweethearts | Bakugo Katsuki
Summary | You moved to America when you were young, having to leave behind your childhood sweetheart. After moving back to Japan, you'll find out if things have changed between you two
Content | Fluff, honestly I can't think of any warnings for this so let me know if you see anything that needs a warning
Word Count | 1.7k+
A/N | I love the idea of Bakugo being in love with someone through his whole life, I have no idea why. At the time of posting, I wrote this forever ago
It had been almost 5 whole years since you moved away. You missed home. It wasn't like you'd wanted to move away in the first place, but your dad's job took you away from Japan all the way to America.
Finally, at 18 years old, you finally convinced your parents to allow you to move home. Having attended an elite hero school for the past 2 years, you managed to have some special arrangements made for your return home.
And so, that is how you got to where you are now, nervously walking down the halls of UA next to Principal Nezu. He had spent the first half hour of the morning before classes began showing you around and explaining a few things to you.
At the start of homeroom at 8:25AM, he walks you to the classroom of Class 3-A, the class you will be joining, starting today.
Everyone looks over as the door opens, the principal strolling in and standing at the front of the class. You follow nervously. These people have had nearly 3 whole years to get to know each other, and here you are, the new girl joining in the final year, not knowing anyone.
At least, you didn't think you knew anyone, until you force yourself to look at the class properly.
Your eyes immediately fall on a blond boy in the second row. His own eyes are widened, locked onto you. A moment later, you rip your eyes away from him, prompting him to look away also.
When you realise Nezu has stopped speaking and is now looking at you, you snap out of it and look at the whole class.
"My name is Y/N. I have two Quirks, which I am sure I will have more time sometime soon to explain. I look forward to spending this year with you." You say and bow slightly to the class.
Your homeroom teacher, Aizawa, points you to your assigned seat, so you sit down quietly, not saying another word.
It isn't until lunch, almost four hours later, that you say anything else, besides answering questions in class. Your fourth period was English with Present Mic. Having lived in an English-speaking country for almost 5 years, it was quite an easy class for you.
Almost as soon as you are dismissed from class, you're surrounded by people, wanting to talk to you, get to know you. You're fine with that, but you did have someone else you wanted to talk to. They already walked out the door though.
"Y/N!" Someone says, popping up in front of you out of nowhere.
"Izuku!" You smile, excitedly throwing your arms around your old friend.
You see a brown-haired girl blushing as she watches you hugging Midoriya.
"I can't believe you're here! I didn't know you were coming back!"
You nod. "I know, I'm sorry I didn't say anything."
He shakes his head, wanting to reassure you. "It's okay! We fell out of touch, that's not anyone's fault."
Izuku invites you to spend lunch break with him and his friends, being introduced to them all, him explaining a little about how he got into UA at all.
After classes have finished for the day, you don't give Bakugo the chance to run. As soon as you're dismissed from class, you walk over to his desk, standing in front of it and resting your hands on the surface.
"It's nice to see you again, Katsuki." You smirk.
He looks up at you from his chair briefly, quickly looking away. âYeah, it is.â
You lean down so youâre closer to his height, him still avoiding eye contact. âWould you mind walking me back to the dorm? I havenât actually been there yet, Nezu didnât have time to take me.â
He tuts but stands up, picking up his bag and slinging it over your shoulder. Not saying a thing, he leaves the classroom, you following him. You know what heâs like, you know to follow.
As soon as you're out of the halls and outside, he decides to say something. "I didn't know you were coming back." He mutters.
You're just happy to hear him say something to you. "Yeah. I know."
He takes a deep breath. "I'm sorry."
You pause where you are, stunned. You hadn't expected him to apologise to you.
When you don't say anything, he sighs and turns to you, also stopping walking. "I shouldn't have stopped responding. I was upset you were gone, and I went about things in the stupidest way. I... I regret it."
It takes a moment for you to say anything, blinking in shock. "It's okay." You smile brightly up at him. "I understand. It was hard on both of us, after all."
"Yeah, but I ghosted you. I shouldn't have done that. Not to you, you don't deserve that."
"I agree you shouldn't have done it, dummy. But I'm saying I understand, okay?"
He smiles a little, looking down at you. "Come on, let's go to the dorms." He tugs on your backpack, indicating that you should take it off. When you do, he slings one strap over his shoulder, carrying it for you.
"Since when did you become a gentleman?" You ask with a small laugh, making him grunt a 'shut up' to you, his cheeks going slightly pink.
Finally reaching the dorms, Bakugo opens the door for you, letting you into the large building.
Everyone else is already there, the people in the communal area looking at you as you enter. Other than Izuku, people seem a little surprised to see you with Bakugo, and even more surprised that he doesn't look as annoyed as he typically does.
With everyone staring, Katsuki shoves your bag back into your arms before walking over to the stairs to go to his room.
You smile a little as you watch him, shaking your head.
Izuku is the first person to come up to you, smiling. "Everyone wants to get to know you a little. If you have some time, come sit with us?"
You do what he says, walking over and taking a seat between him and a boy with a black streak in mostly blond hair.
You end up spending a couple hours with them, telling them about your Quirk and what it's like to live in America. When they ask about you seemingly already knowing both Izuku and Katsuki, you tell them that you grew up with them.
A girl with pink skin, who you learn is Mina, asks you for some stupid stories about them as kids, Izuku going red and telling you that you don't have to talk about anything you don't want to, trying to save himself the embarrassment.
Even though you're unsure if Bakugo will be annoyed at you for telling them this, you also tell them a few stories from when you and him were dating before you left for America.
Everyone seems surprised, a small uproar coming from the class. No one had ever even seen an indication that he had ever been interested in anyone, yet alone had a girlfriend. It appeared to be a ludicrous idea to most of them.
Kaminari seems to deflate a little upon realising you dated one of his best friends. Guess he thought you were pretty.
Not long after, you go find your room, needing to unpack. Right before you close the door, a foot stops it from closing. A second later, Bakugo comes into view.
"Well, hello there." You smirk a little, looking up at him.
He smirks back, placing a hand on the doorframe, standing in front of you. "Hey. Care if I come in?"
You move out the way for him to come in but tell him it's a little messy because you're still unpacking.
He doesn't even look at the room, closing the door as soon as he's inside and standing close to you, essentially pinning you between him and the door.
That's when you really realise how much he's changed. He's so much taller now than when you last saw him, his shoulders broader, entire body more muscular, a few visible scars now. The whole thing makes you a little flustered.
"So, do you have a little American boyfriend now?" He asks with a slight snarl, expression turning into a smirk as soon as you shake your head. "No? Then, would you mind if I kissed you?" He whispers in your ear.
You don't verbally respond, but the look on your face gives him the answer he needs. He keeps one hand on the wall, the other coming to rest on your waist, leaning in and pressing his lips against yours. Your own hands find your way to his chest, gripping onto his shirt.
A moment later, he pulls away a little, smirking. "Guess we haven't missed a beat, huh?"
You laugh, not letting go of his shirt. "Suki, you're an ass." You say, making him laugh too.
"Yeah, but you love it." He whispers, leaning in to kiss you again. "It's starting to get late, and you haven't finished unpacking yet. If you wanted to stay in my room tonight, you're welcome to."
You look up at him, a little surprised by the proposal. When he sees the look on your face, he panics a small amount. "I didn't mean it like that! I meant we can spend the night sleeping together- no, not sleeping together! Not like that! I just meant- we- we can- I meant-"
You giggle at his nervousness, making him look a little angry. You move your hands to rest on his cheeks, standing on your tiptoes and smashing your lips against his.
When you finally break the kiss again, both a little breathless, he stares at you, mouth open slightly.
"Sorry, I had to find a way to shut you up." You smile. "I'd love to cuddle tonight, Suki."
He looks relieved, taking your hand. "Come on, let's go."
You spend the rest of the night in Bakugo's dorm, cuddling and eventually falling asleep in his bed.
Before he falls asleep, he spends a few moments just watching you, barely being able to believe that he got lucky enough to get you back into his life. He gives you a soft kiss on the forehead, holding you tighter, closing his own eyes and falling asleep.
#my hero academia#mha#boku no hero#boku no hero academia#bnha#bakugo#bakugou#bakugo katsuki#bakugou katsuki#bakugo fluff#bakugou fluff#bakugo katsuki fluff#bakugou katsuki fluff#katsuki bakugo#katsuki bakugou#bakugo x reader#bakugou x reader#bakugo katsuki x reader#bakugou katuski x reader#mha fluff
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okay bluecollar!rafe but yall. can we make it MARINE!RAFE?? or more specifically MARSOC!rafe* who works for ward at cameron construction co. on leave?? like hello i need him bad guys.
cw: MDNI smut, cursing, stuff in public, food play, cum eating, military stuff, ass play, manhandling, 1 mention of fighting, recording
*marsoc: Marine Forces Special Operations Command - basically what COD men do
like he starts off as a standard private officer after enlisting when you guys graduate high school. he works his way up from private to corporal to sergeant major, and then eventually to captain, colonel, then general. i mean hes fucking unstoppable, hes blowing thru these ranks like nobodys fuckin business, and he not stopping anytime soon baby he in his primeeee.
he moves on to MARSOC and leads a small team on SPEC-OP missions in like borneo. hes literally the best of the best. his full file is like 4 pounds, full of successful recon missions, confirmed kills, successful captures of enemy targets, accurate tracking efforts, successful counterterrorism efforts, successful hostage rescue and successful direct action raids. when theres a REAL threat? they call LT Cameron. callsign? RAIDER
NOW. when baby comes home on leave he works at the family construction company ward owns, building giant beach houses for rich kooks. he eventually inherits cameron construction when ward gets too old to work and he helps ward retire bcs of the cash from being the most elite soldier in the US military. bae is tannnn bcs of construction work ofc, but also since being in the military he likes to go on runs and be in nature to clear his head. and yall alr know hes yatteddddd, both sleeves done by his boy at home on the cut, who happens to be a very talented tattoo artist (barry...)
strictly keeps a buzz for deployment but will grow out a mullet when hes home. signature gold chain is always on, and has a tat on his ring finger for you and maybe one on his forearm. does he have both ears pierced with fake diamond studs in? yes.
is currently in the blueprint stage for a beach house he wants to build you on figure 8 (and one in florida... and will probably start planning another one if he ends up having a long ship-out next deployment) even tho he despises rich fucks and is suchhhh a country boy. i mean hes like pogue!rafe but hes more of a mudding, dirt biking, bonfire, shotgunning beer, lifted truck, bar hop, football game kind of guy. and the most elite soldier in the US military ofc.
takes you on stargazing dates and fucks you in the truck bed, a big beach towel set down and his head in your neck while he ruts into you short and fast. occasionally gets into bar fights when some dick is tryna say sum to u. is such an ass man and will smack and grope that shit wheneverrrr whereverrrr - has zoned out of convos with people while feelin HIS booty up + loves to grip your pussy with his big ass paw when no one is looking.
has a super firm grip due to years of being a marine and WILL manhandle ur ass around - into various positions, onto the bed or couch or counter or etc., up over his shoulder when you gettin on his nerves. gets actually animalistic when yall fuckin, and yk that boy a munch. growls and grunts sooo loud the whole time.
will take you to the dock and fuck you on the family fishing boat. will christen any new bar yall go to by fucking you in the gross bathroom and carving both your initials in the wall with his pocket knife that ward gave him when he was 15. is kinky af but lets u bring it up bcs he feels awkward talking about it. is sooooo nasty - will eat his cum out of you with his whole mouth, eyes locked on yours, sucking your lips into his mouth. then, when itâs not enough, he drags you up to sit on his face and rubs your clit, watching you clench and letting his cum drip from you right onto his tongue.
will stick a thumb in your ass during doggy, while reaching for his phone bcs the way u throwin that ass back on him? yall bout to make another movie. loves watching you clean him up after round 5, when his dick is covered in his and your cum - will not let you miss a spot, even where it dripped down over his hefty balls to his ass. and he rarely shaves - uncut.
if itâs a hot day, heâll turn the ac off and find you so he can lick the sweat off every crevice of your beautiful body while heâs fucking you over the counter. both of you completely butt naked bcs itâs hot. has a sweet tooth - will interrupt you while youâre baking and strip you, laying you on the counter like the dessert you are and eating the frosting off his favorite parts. get especially excited when it comes to sweets on your nipples.
honestly if that aint a FEASTTTT i dont know what issss
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Chapter One: News Crashing
Poly!TaskForce 141 x Omega!Reader
The Omega Pack Plan Masterlist
Summary: A change in procedure around base causes you to spiral as your world comes crashing down. There's only one way out of this and it starts with telling the truth.
Words: 4.4k
Warnings: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Anxiety, Existentialism, Misogyny, Dismissive Attitudes, Angst, Rage
Mentions of: Medication,
A/N: Honestly, I'd been inspired by a few series (Standard Emergency Protocol and Pantry Solutions) I've read those and it caused me to want to write my own ABO COD AU, so I started this as a sort of funny fic awhile ago. I'm haven't entirely plotted out the whole story, but I have some ideas for the first few chapters. I was finally inspired to finish and post it because @cringeycookies liked the snippet I posted in a wip tag game. So thanks to everyone who inspired me, and a special thank you to @penelopepine for helping me with the dialogue and Price's reaction as I try to begin writing for them.
"I'm sorry, Ma'am," the nurse responds, "we're no longer authorized to refill suppressants of any kinds for any purpose." With a push of the empty orange pill bottle back across the counter in your direction, she offers you an ugly forced smile.
"Is there really nothing we can do?!" You complain incredulously, "Nothing at all? What am I supposed to do with this?!" Taking the emptied bottle into your hands, you stare at the nurse with widened eyes and a wild look.
"There is no 'we'..." she rolls her eyes in response, focus returning to the papers before her. "But if you insist, you can always bring it up with your CO, or the Base Commander." She scribbles something out on the page, but you can hardly focus when your world is virtually crumbling apart around you. "Now if you don't mind, some of us actually have work to do around here."
Still stunned, you can't help the way your breathing picks up as your heart begins to race. About a month ago now there was a base-wide meeting where they'd finally cracked down and implemented a new program the government is trying out: OPP. The Omega Pack Plan. While it's uncommon for Omegas to even be recruited into the military to begin with, such a thing does exist. Regardless, the Base Commander gathered everyone in the Auditorium for a presentation to talk about the new program and how the army would implement it into the troops. Luckily, considering you're on an elite Task Force, it doesn't apply to you. At least... it didn't.
"What the hell is this?!" You yell, tossing the orange bottle in his direction.
He'd heard the stomps all the way down the hall and smelled you coming, so he's neither surprised by your appearance, nor startled by the toss of the bottle. John swiftly catches it in his hand as he looks up at you. "What?" He inquires, finally glancing down to examine what he's caught. "A pill bottle?"
"Captain, it's empty! They won't refill it- I can-"
A groan tumbles past his lips as he drags a hand down his beard. "Look, Panther-" referring to you by your callsign, interesting move. "There's nothing I can do, it's over my head now. I wish I could do something, but I can't." Sitting back in his leather chair, Price places the bottle on the desk; a faint rap of the plastic hitting the wood is the only sound between you momentarily before you hurriedly shut the door.
Panic begins to flood your system as you're not sure how to handle this. It's your turn to freak out. You know how this goes, you know the story now; ever since they'd implemented and dispersed the Omegas into the troops, they'd started implementing them into the Task Forces, and now they have to do so with the One Four One. Fingers curling in and out of shapes as you try to process your next move, you speak before you can even begin to plan what you're going to tell him.
"I- I'm- I..." You're pacing his office now, the heavy gaze of your Captain upon you as you try to prevent yourself from hyperventilating. The thing is, you're usually good with pressure- really good. It's your job to be good. It's just... this is different. This is your life, your livelihood at stake, the livelihood of all your future generations to come.
A sigh resounds throughout the office before you hear the low timbre of his voice. "Dove," he calls out with a gentle tone, "I want you to take a deep breath for me. Alright?" With the calm and even sound of your Captain's voice and the assured look on his face, you comply. Exhaling the last of your breath, you close your eyes and focus in on the deep intake of air through your nose. With the parting of your lips you slowly release it before giving yourself a moment.
When you open your eyes he gestures to the seat before his desk, though you know he won't take offense if you decline. Hesitant, one hand finds its way to the other, wrapping around your arm as you listen to him speak. "Now, can you explain what has you in this state? I assure you that there's nothing that can't be dealt with." You want to trust him, you know him--John Price--your Captain. He's always had your back, always made sure you felt comfortable in the Taskforce, always made an effort to check on you after things got rough.
You nod. Licking your lips, you search his blue eyes as you tentatively take the seat across him.
"Whatever it is, we'll deal with it, alright? I can guarantee you that unless you're trying to tell me you're an Omega, nothing you say is going to shock me that warrants the amount of panic you're putting yourself through," Price chuckles. He's obviously joking, trying to break the tension with humor. Lips drawn upward into a small smile, the Captain stares at you expectantly.
"What if I am?" You whisper, eyes unable to tear from his visage as you try and gauge his reaction. Unexpectedly, silence fills the space between you and feels deafening in the small space. The growing comfort of his office these couple of months now feels like a cage you're forced to stay in, under watch, as you stare down your superior on the brink of a battle to the death. And that's what you do. His blue eyes bore into yours, skeptically shifting between your left and right as he seems to try and get a read on you.
All of the sudden you jump at the smack of his hands hitting the desk in front of him. He laughs at you.
He's laughing at you.
And you're sitting there with your guts spilled out, dread eating away at the pit in your stomach... and he's laughing. It feels like forever is passing you by as you stare at him in shock, this moment between the two of you frozen in time as nothing else persists.
"I understand what this was now," Price explains, still chuckling to himself as he shakes his head. There's a warm smile on his face that feels eerie considering the dire context of the situation at hand. "You got me! I fully believed you for a second there, too."
Eyebrows furrowing in dark realization, you can't help but stare at him wildly. "Wha-" You begin to question him and his line of thinking, but he cuts you off.
"This was all a prank, right? The bottle, the hysterics- you really outdid yourself, Sergeant." Leaning back in his chair, he props his ankle up on his other knee. "Because let me tell you, this was good. Better than anything Soap's cooked up in awhile. Did you come up with it yourself?" There's a cheeky grin on his lips. "Ah, I know you did."
Lips opening and closing like a fish out of water, you sit in the armchair across from him pale with a dazed look across your face. He doesn't actually think that this was...
"Well, with your little triumph in your pocket, I say we get back to work, yeah? I've got some new leads from MI6 that've just popped in." With that, the man stands from his desk and rounds it. "Garrick should be back around Tea. I'll see you in the Command Station then," he informs you. It's then that he passes by, a genial clap on your shoulder while he's at it.
Left stunned in silence, you can't help but grit your teeth, consequentially pronouncing your jaw as anger ebbs through your bloodstream. Breath getting heavier, you can't help but loathe the meeting tonight. Your Captain might be satisfied with the conversation, but all you feel is discouraged. He's abandoned you, left you alone in his office with a humiliating sense of betrayal and shattered trust. Almost like you hadn't just told him your biggest secret at all.
Punching the standard heavy punching bag hanging in front of you, you grunt, ignoring the pain that gnaws at your knuckles underneath the reusable hand wraps. Sweat builds on your brow as you continue to unleash your pent up anger on the gymâs equipment. How could he?! When had you ever pulled anything even similar to this? Never! And the fact that youâve only been on the team for a handful of months only exacerbates the abandonment youâre feeling right now. Heâs your Captain! Regardless of your feelings or the situation at hand, isnât he supposed to be there for you? Heâd promised from the get go to help you with whatever you need, and now the one time you go to him for aid it backfires in your face and leaves you without any sort of solution going forward aside from straight up telling the whole team the flat out truth, and God forbid! You canât even begin to fathom how thatâd go.
A pent up and frustrated yell almost akin to something of a growl emanates from you as you tear into another round of swift jabs and punches. Regardless of the situation at hand, youâve been trying to build up your upper bodyâs strength and letting out the anger youâd accumulated over this morningâs events seemed like a perfect opportunity to let loose.
The stretches and treadmill routine didnât take a lot out of you, but the weights, and now the punching bag definitely is starting to take its toll. Sweat beads at your forehead in rivulets that drip down the sides of your neck, down your scalp past your neck and between your shoulder blades. Tank top soaked in sweat, you breathe hard as your heart pumps rapidly in your chest. You wouldâve wound up here at some point or another tonight, but the Captainâs discourteous response certainly led to an earlier workout time.
While others sparsely litter the gymâs floor, you pay them no mind and vice versa. Itâs not uncommon for soldiers to be found blowing off steam or aiming to beat their highest reps on the weights. Yet, this gym is reserved for higher standing members of the Force, the gym on the far side of the base where there are less people, offices, and considering the regular army men train in the bigger gym closer to their quarters, itâs mostly other higher ranked officers in here.
âCaptainâs lookinâ for ya,â Markowski, another Sergeant that youâd come to befriend on base announces from the doorway, having poked his head in after leaving a few minutes earlier. He belongs to a different Task Force.
A groan tumbles out of you as you realize itâs already that time. Just as the door clicks shut, your phone chimes loudly with the alarm youâd set earlier going off. A few quick swipes of your fingers, you turn the alarm off and unlock the device, seeing a number of messages flood your notifications.
Kyle: You hear theyâve bumped up the timeline? đŻ
Johnny: â https://Tiktok/Shattered.Rat567 â Had me rollinâ đ¤Łđđť Gotta check it, Bonnie
Simon: You coming to the meeting or not? đ¤¨
Johnny: Where r u? Youâre usually first here đ Capâs getting peeved, watch out
Not looking forward to the inevitable mess of a meeting before you, you donât bother rushing to join the men. With a wash of your face in the womenâs locker room, a speedy bathroom break, and a grab of the items youâd brought with you, youâre heading for the Command Station.
With the time Price set the meeting, you won't get to eat dinner till afterward. You'd be lying if you said you weren't annoyed by this entire situation, your agitation from neglecting your hunger earlier has certainly come to bite you in the backside.
While you donât have time to respond to their texts, having set the alarm with only enough time to get back to your teamâs Command âstationâ albeit more like your headquarters before heading out. Speed-walking through the orderly halls with a haste perfectly common around here, you navigate with a well practiced knowledge. Though youâve only been here coming up on six months soon, youâre well acquainted with this part of the base.
Rounding the corner, youâre in the hall, close. Yet, the worry of being late lingers in the back of your mind and adds another layer of annoyance on top of your residual anger buried deep down from this morningâs situation. Youâd inevitably come up with your solution. Itâs not one you like⌠but itâs the only logical option. Another turn and youâre striding into the big garage-like room.
âNice of you to finally join us, Sergeant,â Price calls out to you. Lifting his eyes from the map laid out across your station's table, he glares in your direction.
âWhat took you so long?â Soap snaps, his brows slightly furrowed as he stares at you from the opposite side of the table, hands lazily wrapped around his vestâs straps.
A look at your watch tells you that youâre not even late, the meeting doesnât officially start for another minute! But you are usually waiting on them. Heâs got you there.
âYeah, youâre usually the first one here. Itâs not like you,â Gaz whispers under his breath as you sidle up alongside Ghost, Gaz standing diagonal to you right beside Price at the head of the table.
âFocus,â Ghost orders the men, his hands tucked in his hoodieâs pocket. You donât fail to notice the way he subtly takes a step further away from you as soon as they start talking again. Price goes back to talking plans as Gaz is questioning the circumstances of the information the Captain had acquired earlier when heâd had to leave the office.
âWhich is exactly why-â
A heavy exhale on your behalf leaves the men frozen as their eyes drift back to you. âDo you have something youâd like to say, Panther?â The Captain questions. Jaw clenched, you tear your eyes from the map theyâd settled on.
âWeâve got a big problem,â you announce, cutting off the Captain as you finally raise your gaze to meet Priceâs slightly widened blue eyes.
âWell, if you see something that needs changinâ then letâs hear it,â he responds. A âhmphâ follows as he crosses his arms over his chest and sits his weight back onto his heels.
âItâs not about the op,â you correct him. Tilting your head side to side you attempt to crack the kinks in your neck while standing a little straighter to appear more engaged and serious.
âAnd itâs more important than this? What weâre doinâ right now?â Soap questions, his hands dropping to rest on the table as he looms over it, eyeing you with frustration obvious in his irises.
âWhat is it?â Gaz asks, a quirk of his eyebrow garnering your attention for a split-second. Heâs genuinely asking, and there doesnât seem to be a hostility in his scent as he turns his attention to you. Then thereâs Ghost, who you donât even need to look at to feel his heavy gaze on you, waiting expectantly.
âActually, it is,â you argue with Soap, anger beginning to boil in your belly, the frustration and angst having been left to simmer all afternoon. âI canât believe you didnât take me seriously when I came to you earlier,â you turn your anger on Price. He looks taken aback by the outburst, something youâre not known for.
âDove,â he calls calmly, hands out in an attempt to pacify.
âDonât-â you bark, starting to raise your voice without realizing it. âI came to you in confidance! Trusting you when you said youâd be there to help me if I ever needed it! How could you?â Gritting your teeth, you donât realize how hard youâre breathing as your chest heaves with anger.
âWoah, woah-â Gaz sputters, âWhat-â holding his hands out to try and diffuse the argument.
âI let myself be vulnerable-â You continue to shout.
âIsnât this something that shoul-â Soap attempts to dissuade, backing down as he puts his hands out.
â-and tell you the truth, and-â youâre lunging for him across the table. Youâre held back by a massive hand on your shoulder. âYou laugh in my face?! What the fuck is wrong with you?â
You're suddenly pulled back, off your feet, and shoved into a metal chair that'd been nearby. Your Lieutenant is hovering over you, his cold eyes now tinged with a spark of anger as they bore into you scrutinizingly. There's the sound of commotion behind him, multiple voices overlapping, yet you can't see anything with that utter giant in front of you!
âDoes anyone wanna explain what the bloody hell is goinâ on here?â Ghost snaps. It's only then when the man steps aside that you can see where everyone is. With both of you in your respective corners, you simply glare at the Captain from over your crossed arms out in front of you.
âAre you bleedinâ kidding me, ya Scally?â Price grunts as he shrugs Gazâ hand off his shoulder. âYouâre still on about it! When w-"
"That doesn't explain what happened, Cap," Gaz interrupts, stopping him from going off and getting them nowhere.
He groans, running a hand over his face once more before composing himself. Everyone waits for an explanationâyou tooâheâd been the first to speak, and youâre curious to hear what he comes up with. âShe came into my office, bloody cryinâ, tossing me a pill bottle, muttering about, saying sheâs a-â
You donât dare let him finish, not wanting him to be the one to finally say it, exposing your truth to the team. "Omega. Iâm an Omega, â you finish his sentence. While youâre scared to meet their faces, you take a deep breath and force yourself to do so.
"Christ," Price curses, fingers coming up to pinch the skin between his brows as he hangs his head.
Ghost's stoicism is nothing unordinary, and in fact, is somewhat a comfort considering you'd expected nothing less from him.
Gaz looks stunned for a moment, eyes flitting about the otherâs faces before the serious look on his face morphs. Lips slowly drawing upward, you shouldnât be surprised when he starts laughing. "Yeah right," Garrick teases, "and I'm actually the Prime Minister."
Yet, it's not just him. The uproarious laughter from your right only adds fuel to the already burning flame as the two other Sergeants laugh like idiots. All as if it's some poor joke with no consequences to anyone's life, and yet... it's the truth. At the end of the day, it doesn't change anything. At the end of the day, your life is still in jeopardy and they're treating it like some joke. Unable to form any sort of retort, you simply blink; stuck in a stupor raw, stung, and with a dumb look on your face.
Soap, rounding the table slaps Gaz on the back, his face flushed red from laughing so hard. "Yer makin' my stomach hurt. God," he eggs the other on between his dying chuckles and attempting to catch his breath.
"You're really just gonna stand there and laugh?!" You finally burst. Anger surely must be coming off your scent in waves, but you don't care. Standing from the chair, you don't flinch as Ghost swipes his arm out in front of you in case you were going for the Captain again. There will be no physical altercation on his watch.
"She already pulled this on me earlier, mind you, and now what? You're trying to pull it over on the lads' too, eh?" Price goads you.
"And I was telling the truth! You're the one who said I was joking," you point out. The volume of your voice is lost on you, partially blinded by the fury bleeding out.
"I suppose you never did admit to it being a prank," Price reasons, fingers grazing his beard as he runs them over it repeatedly in thought. "But how do you expect us to believe that when you clearly smell of a Beta?"
"Even on the battlefield, after everything we've been through-" Gaz starts.
"After yer all sweaty from a workout, too. I think we'd notice, Pan," Johnny argues, illuminating a legitimate point of consideration.
"Oh please," you mutter quietly to yourself. Shaking your head, you can't believe they're really all being this daft right now. "Like you have heard of those Scent Spritzers.â
There are various perfumes on the market specifically designed to alter oneâs scent. Most use it smell like an Alpha when theyâre not, or an Omega when theyâre wanting to seduce an Alpha when going out. But Omegas posing as Betas was rarely heard of. Youâre more than sure it happens more frequently than people know of, they just havenât been caught. And in your line of work? Itâs scarce. People are thoroughly vetted, but⌠youâd been on suppressants for a long, long time. And a Beta perfume only perfected your hiding.
âDid you forget weâre Alphas, love? Weâd be able to smell you across the room if you were,â Gaz taunts. Thereâs a puff of his chest that makes his cockiness even more annoying than usual.
"You really want to be an Omega? Dumb yourself down to some weak fragile thing?â Johnny jokes, nudging Gazâ arm as he shakes his head.
âA doll who can get whoever she wants? Want to be nothing more than good for knockin' up and popping out pups?â Gaz adds on.
âAre you serious right now?â You test, seething under your skin as your hands ball up into fists. âHow could you say that?!â
âItâs what people say,â Ghost comments.
âNobody would want that and youâre out here lying about it,â Johnny pokes.
âWeâre only trying to point out the flaws in your little rouse, Pan,â Gaz says, a smile lighting up his features as he crosses his arms over his chest.
"And what if I was lying, hm? Would that change anything you just said to me? How you feel about Omegas?" You scoff.
âThis isnât about your designation,â Price finally speaks. Fingers still weaved into his beard, his blue eyes lift to meet yours. âI see what this is about now, but there's nothin' to worry about, Dove.â Your Captain takes on a softer tone and all of the sudden you feel yourself start to get emotional as a twinge of sadness, of the hurt bleeding through upon understanding makes you feel seen.
âI know it's intimidating, the thought of having your first unmedicated heat, but we have medics here. It's natural. Heats, ruts, we all have them. And, hey... at least you're not an Omega, right?" Whatever relief youâd momentarily experienced sinks back down in your gut with the speed of a rollercoaster drop. Itâs as silent as a stakeout, the only sound being peopleâs breathing. And the lack of yours.
It takes a moment to gather yourself, everyoneâs eyes on you with the serious topic change. While sex and the downsides to a designation are something discussed with the boys, youâd often been left out. And to your comfort. "You know what? I canât do this,â you retort. Backing from the group, you toss your hands up. âI guess you'll just have to wait and see," you bite back. With a whip of your hair over your shoulder, you head for the door.
The room is silent once more as everyone gawks. Youâd never reacted in such a manner, had an outburst like that⌠this is⌠certainly different, and something theyâre not at all used to.
âItâs because they took away her suppressants today,â Price explains. It might not have been something the group should be privileged to know. A private matter, really⌠but with the way you acted? He felt the men deserve an explanation, at least.
âThat makes sense,â Gaz responds quietly, eyes still on the door youâd gone through.
âThatâs no excuse,â Johnny counters, arms crossing over his chest with a scowl on his lips.
"Well... that went better than I thought,â Ghost comments with a shrug. âBack to the plan? We can fill her in later.â
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Satirical news publication The Onion has bought Infowars, the media organisation headed by right-wing conspiracy theorist Alex Jones, for an undisclosed price at a court-ordered auction.
The Onion said that the bid was secured with the backing of families of victims of the Sandy Hook Elementary School shooting, who won a $1.5bn (ÂŁ1.18bn) defamation lawsuit against Jones for spreading false rumours about the massacre.
[âŚ] The Onion plans to rebuild the website and feature well-known internet humour writers and content creators.
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The website also posted a jokey article, saying that Infowars âhas shown an unswerving commitment to manufacturing anger and radicalizing the most vulnerable members of society".
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Make no mistake: This is a coup for our company and a well-deserved victory for multinational elites the world over.
Whatâs next for InfoWars remains a live issue. The excess funds initially allocated for the purchase will be reinvested into our philanthropic efforts that include business school scholarships for promising cult leaders, a charity that donates elections to at-risk third world dictators, and a new pro bono program pairing orphans with stable factory jobs at no cost to the factories.
As for the vitamins and supplements, we are halting their sale immediately. Utilitarian logic dictates that if we can extend even one CEOâs life by 10 minutes, diluting these miracle elixirs for public consumption is an unethical waste. Instead, we plan to collect the entire stock of the InfoWars warehouses into a large vat and boil the contents down into a single candy barâsized omnivitamin that one executive (I will not name names) may eat in order to increase his power and perhaps become immortal.
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Wick Sable
The odd duck in the guilded cage
Despite this being a feral Mordecai and Viktor account I do occasionally like to dig into the others.
Wick is a character Lackadaisy fans love but don't talk about very much. He just the rich friendly geologist with a love of illicit beverages and a crush on Mitzi. Indeed he is all those things. But I want to dig a little into what may be hidden depth (geography joke haha)
Professional dissatisfaction
When we first meet Wick he is behind his desk looking very tired and beaten down. Forcing himself to keep working late into the night with excessive coffee. Attending to a large pile of paper work for tomorrow.
His expression shifts slightly when he sees the Lackadaisy pins fall out of the envelope and realises the letter is an invitation to him (and his fellow aristocrats) to the speakeasy.
This hatred of paper work and the administrative side of his business is a recurring issue for Wick. Making the reason for his reliance on the capable and attentive Lacy very obvious. Exhaustian and too much alchohol are no doubt partly to blame, but it seems to be something that puts him in a very depressed state of mind.
But when actually on the job, overseeing the hands on work of blasting a new quarry, his mood is much more positive. Indeed he has a very real and sincere love for geology and the nitty gritty work of his business. When he first went to the Lackadaisy he was spellbound by the lime caverns themselves as much by Mitzi's charm.
Its his special interest and he will go on long unprompted monologues on the topic if given the chance. Meaning it is specifically the being trapped in his office dealing with the red tape that makes him so unhappy not the industry itself.
Its almost sad that he is the one in charge of the company rather than in a role that puts him closer to the action which seems to bring him real joy. Like someone who loves cooking being in charge of a restuarant or someone that loves drawing running an animation studio.
They love the product/industry but that doesn't mean they enjoy their specific place in it.
Unimpressed Peers
Despite Wicks enthusiasm it proves not be infectious with his fellow elite, who complain about being dragged out of town to watch something, that while very important to Wick, they clearly could not care less about (even not that quietly mocking him and his love for rocks and construction)
When the evening doesn't go to plan due to the uninvited pig farmers Wick has an interesting exchange with Edmund Church, seemingly the most prominent of the St Louis upper crust in the group. Warning him about getting any more involved with an unsavoury crowd, especially Mitzi, outside of simply enjoying the occasional drink.
Wick doesn't take kindly to the snarky criticism and borderline threat to his reputation and responds with a much more direct statement on his peers sour nature
Tracy has mentioned that Church has a role yet to play in the story and it seems safe to assume from this it may well involve Wick in a less than friendly way if he continues to associate with his "lessers" as Church and the others see things.
Despite needing to remain on civil terms to keep them invested in his business, Wick clearly has little love for them, a feeling that is mutual as they have little respect for him and see him as an oddball, only tolerating him because his talent in his field can help make them a tidy profit.
But while he doesn't appreciate Church's sniping Wick IS concerned about his reputation, but not entirely for his own sake or that of his elitist associates, but for the many people who rely on him for employment, who could be hurt by extension of he gets pulled too deep into the less than repectable world of bootlegging
Romantic life
Outside of the crush he has had on Mitzi since first meeting her at the Speakeasy, we have very little information about Wicks love life before this. Being a handsome and wealthy gentleman from a good family, you would think he would he fighting women off with a stick, maybe even be a bit of a playboy.
Instead you get the impression Wick is pretty far away from being a ladies man. Mentioning to Mitzi that he doesn't even really know how to talk to women unless its about rocks, bugs or limestone.
He is clearly attracted to her and is tempted by her to risk his reputation and by extension his business to get closer to her, but so far his fear of the very real consequences are deterring him from taking that gamble.
Though there is that personal aspect to it, it seems that in a more abstract sense Mitzi's appeal to Wick is not just in her beauty and seductive personality, but in the excitement and thrill of her Speakeasy and bootlegging operations.
In that sense Mitzi represents that touch of danger and excitement that during prohibition many otherwise law abiding citizens enjoyed indulging in illegal drinking establishments. Being* just* naughty enough to give them a fun thrill while being detached from the more brutal blood soaked aspects.
Wick is a good natured person (the worst thing he has done is shoot a duck in his youth which he was forced to do) living a very "respectable" life, but that makes the superficial glamour of the world of underground drinking establishments and secret booze stashes even more appealing. Thats why despite his concerns and responsibilities he keeps going back ,not just to Mitzi, but to the Lackadaisy specifically. It has pretty geography, a pretty owner, and an open door to a more exciting avenue of life
Its for that same reason he doesn't seem to be overly uncomfortable with lovable bi disaster Zib flirting with him at the bar. He may have no intention of reciprocating, but it couldn't be a more different experience to the world he is used to
Even if he doesn't yet want to take the full plunge it all excites him enough to keep him circling the edges.
Because despite having so much going for him there are things about his life that not only bore him but make him unhappy. Whether its piles of paperwork, dealing with much stuffier "conventional" fellow aristocrats and not wanting to be like them, or just a general lack of true passion in his life, he is clearly a man looking for something more satisfying
Whether or not he remains a "tourist" or decides to take that gamble, throw his reservations to the wind, and take a more active role in the gang, is yet to be seen...
Assuming Rocky doesn't set fire to him first of course XD
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In the Commando app episode in season one at the end when Chase uses his bonics to try and win the football game, everyone's open and it causes him to overload. Now wouldn't this be SO COOL to have show up again later or in Elite Force. Like he has to choose and then he kinda just shuts down. Idk, someone should write a fic about this... maybe I will idk
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#youtube#militarytraining#Barbados#fast rope operations#tactical operations#army#navy#military tactics#training#special forces#air force#elite training#military training#military drills#special operations#international forces#special operations forces#military operations#Elite soldiers#elite forces#military exercises#combat training
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