#Jackal r6

[phandomtaleweaver]

More Siege fun facts the average player might not know:

Bandit named his gadget (CED) after his brother Cedric

Glaz plays poker with the FBI SWAT

Bandit has his pilot’s license and Valkyrie is working to get hers

Glaz’s full name, Timur Glazkov, roughly translates to “eye of iron” or “iron sights”

Fuze was engaged for two years but eventually called the wedding off

Finka, Mute, Mira, and Doc all have phds

Zero knew Finka’s father and even met her when she was a child

Jäger references Star Trek in his “I’m an engineer, not a medic” line (reversal of Bones’ classic line)

Rook loves rock music and wanted to pursue a career in it at one point

Jackal is good at off road driving (idk how a man who doesn’t sleep drives but whatever)

[rightshoeonleftfoot]

On Edge

Pairing: Marius "Jäger" Streicher x Ryad "Jackal" Ramírez Al-Hassar

Summary: Jackal and Jäger are both training as attackers and defenders respectively. Jackal tracks Jäger while he is roaming.

Warnings: Canon typical violence, no blood since this all happens during practice.

Words: 862

This is a little one shot for bestjagermain on twitter!

Jäger put his last ADS down near an entry point, and took a deep breath. He could hear his teammates moving about, setting up site for the imminent entry of the attackers. Though he knew it was only practice, he was still very on edge, with Mira calling the shots.

He checked his mags and took a mental map of how the site was set up, before Mira yelled out a few orders. "Jäger, Caveira! You're both roaming, understood? Jäger, you head for the east entrance, Cav, go for the west entrance." Jäger and Caveira both nodded and headed to their respective positions.

The building was quiet, except for the sounds of his teammates walking upstairs. Though he's done this multiple times, he can't help but feel stressed. He takes a shaky breath in as he roams the hallways, keeping an eye and ear out for anything out of place. He can't hear anything but his own breathing and heartbeat. It's nerve wracking, hearing the sound of his own footsteps bouncing off the walls.

His grip on his gun tightens as he peeks around corners, making sure the way is clear. He's worried, looking over his shoulder constantly, he does not want to get flanked. His team depends on him after all. His headphones crackle to life, with a desperate call from Blitz. "ONE SECOND FLOOR, CASH ROOM, FU-" The radio cuts off, leaving him in eerie silence once again.

He's not sure if Caveira will be going after the person on the second floor, and right as he decides to continue roaming, he gets a transmission from Cav. "I'm dealing with Ace over here, Jäger go after him!" She's clearly out of breath, so he sneaks his way to the second floor. He quickly gets to the server room to find it completely empty.

It's eerily quiet upstairs, the distant sounds of gun fights in the background. He clears the server room, aiming his gun at anything he finds suspicious, before peeking in the cash room carefully. He walks in slowly, making his footsteps as quiet as he possibly can. The only sounds audible are the beeping and buzzing of the electronics in the room.

He hears his own breathing as he peeks at an angle, keeping an ear out for any footsteps. He turns suddenly, having an odd feeling of being tracked. There's no one there. He's just met with an empty room as he peers into the garage. He watches it for way longer than he should. It might just be the atmosphere, but something is making him more on edge than usual.

Then, he hears a single footstep. He turns instantly, only to be met with a wall. Scheiße. He decides to rotate back to the points, knowing he's most likely already been spotted. He moves quickly, but whoever is hot on his trail moves quicker. He doesn't hear anyone as he makes his way back to the stairs. Then, he gets a gut feeling. His heart drops as he immediately turns around to shoot.

Unfortunately, he gets met with the hard concrete wall against his back. His gun had fallen out of his hands, the violence of the pin having him disoriented. "You should be more careful, cariño." Jackal's voice is hushed as he presses the blade of his knife against Jäger's throat. Jager can't feel the cold of the blade thanks to his balaclava, but he can feel the sharpness of it and the pressure Jackal is putting on it.

Words fail him as his breathing gets more laboured. He really wants to reply with a quip, but all he can do is stare. "Cat's got your tongue, amor?" Jäger shakes his head quickly. "N-no, you just scared me." He feels almost relaxed at the sight of Jackal, despite being held at knife-point. The pressure Jackal is applying to his knife lightens.

Jäger's hand comes up to hold Jackal's on the knife. Jackal has a cheeky smile, but Jäger is still trying to calm himself down from the sudden scare. "You're dead and out, Marius." Jackal speaks, before completely withdrawing his knife. "Thought so." Jäger chuckles quietly. Jackal lifts Jäger's balaclava just high enough to see his mouth and closes the very small distance between them, kissing him. Jäger kisses him back without hesitation, just wanting to enjoy this small moment of "privacy" between the both of them.

Jackal pulls away, and Jäger can't help but smile. "Good luck, liebe." They can both hear footsteps from the upper floors, so they go quiet for a second. Jackal completely moved himself off of Jäger. He continues his way up the stairs and looks back at him. "You better go before my good mood runs out, my love." He's teasing him, and Jäger just shakes his head, a grin plastered on his face.

Jackal disappears around the corner and Jäger sighs. He pulls his balaclava down and makes his way out of the building, only to be greeted by the blinding sun once outside. What a fucking dick. He thinks. He'd never admit just how much he likes it though. Not even with a knife to his throat.

[popipopipopipopipo000]

Jackal 🫡

As a fellow Spaniard I present to you Jackal as a legionario (ik he’s in the geo not in the military but who careeeeesuh) probably the third drawing on the internet that draws him like this lmfao

[skrillborn]

[r6shippingdelivery]

Two snippets of lore from the Battlepass that I want to comment:

Contrary to popular belief around Twitter, I don't see this as flirting but as Kapkan calling Fenrir inexperienced & lost. He might or might not be thinking to act a bit as his mentor to try shape him into what he thinks a proper soldier should be (after all, we know from Kap's bio he likes mentoring other soldiers, and he was Finka's mentor too). Not to mention going for petplay "flirting" at work would be weird as all fuck guys wtf

I am so happy to see some more about Lion and Jackal's friendship! We were told they were friends, but until now I think we never saw/heard them intereact in any way. And this is 100% something you'd say to a friend, not to mention he calls Jackal by his name rather than callsign. Idk, I really enjoyed seeing this little blurb 😄

[masked-men-fantasy]

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[voidwritesstuff]

Well hello R6S fandom!! I've written this mock script for a Jackal short film (like the animated ones ubisoft posts mid season). I'll be posting these on my twitter (Drakko_Jer) and Instagram (queen_tarantula) please please please show them some love and tag ubisoft so maybe they can see it?? please? it would be a dream come true.

[141-jackal]

Some shenanigans. Yeah, there's some Seige in there too.

In this household, we play for shits and giggles.

[jericos-art-corner]

Relentless & Restless. Cmon ubisoft, i just want more jackal lore. Please??? at least change voice actos so we get to see him in the cinematics!!! please????? you did that for mira...... [sigh]

[r6s-imagines]

jackal x reader >> quit your squirming

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MASTERLIST

warnings: swearing, light injuries, tiny bit of nsfw, makeout sesh

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summary: jackal needs more practice perfecting his appearance, and the organization pilot happy to provide assistance.

notes: LOL I STARTED WRITING AGAIN VINE BOOM

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your knees wobbled from the lack of movement as you stood from the foam pad on the pavement floor, wiping your forehead and leaving a thin streak of grime onto your skin. rainbow should invest more into their vehicle care than their damn firing range, you thought. what good is aim if you can’t take it anywhere? bias aside, your error report was due to the director and you felt your joints cry out as you took slow steps back into the facility.

the universe had oddly comedic timing, making you climb up three flights of stairs to get to the drop-off destination. your eyes traced the fine stripe running alongside the wall, catching each door label and looking for the right one.

having been employed there for a large part of your working age, the door placements were almost muscle memory. marius’s mechanics office was fourth door down the south wing. you’d been there a million times, and when you swore you hit the fourth door, you knocked once and looped your arm around the knob, swinging open the door.

“marius, i have the--”

“carajo!”

a whisper-yell violated your ears and you stumbled, spilling the documents across the floor. the lone wolf jackal was sitting at his desk, chip up toward the ceiling and a large weathered hand concealing his neck. quite literally being the last man you hoped to meet in your condition, your temperature flared up and you could feel your underarms dampening.

the spaniard's hair was slicked back with curly flyaways, water dripping down his thick neck. his facial hair seemed to be taking over his face, though not too unkempt. you always considered him a perfect specimen, from his stone-cold perspective on extractions to the way he'd rest against a wall during a business celebration. "perfect," in your mind, did not mean flawless. he's slipped up, missed meetings, sometimes even forgotten his helmet for a mission. he was your hot, imaginary disaster of a boyfriend. in your daydreams, at least.

to those besides yourself, to call specialist jackal a disaster would be a practical understatement. sure, you’d catch his passing glance in the transport helicopter or watch his back muscles flex as he shrugged on his vest, but that doesn’t mean his interior was stable.

ramírez was a man past his prime, yet not weathered to the extent of being “too old.” your trusted co-pilot, jäger, called him your salt and pepper crush (for unclear reasons to you) to the point of you threatening to send the copter straight into the ocean.

"ramírez," your voice cracked. "sorry for the interruption. it seems i entered the wrong door. have a good day."

"i- no- wait-" he huffed, lifting his hand from his neck. he glanced in the mirror which caused his eyes to widen. ramírez reached out to you, quickly yet tenderly taking hold of your forearm. "could you... help. really quick. please."

it seemed like a cruel setup to an evil prank. you were too old for games, but you could name a few other operators that would seem up for such a thing. he continued.

"could you get me some gauze, l/n? a cotton ball. something. anything, por favor."

"are you okay?"

"yes. i cut my neck shaving," he looked up to your panicked expression. "just a little nick, don't worry."

you scurried toward one of the many first aid kits nailed to the wall. you flipped it open, fumbling for some sort of bandage. you paused, gripping it in your palm.

now's your chance, mein frund, you could hear jäger in your head. you nodded to yourself and reentered his room. jackal had not moved from his position but was now standing an inch from his mirror.

"gracias," he thanked, reaching out to grab the gauze from your hand. your quick thinking caused you to pull back.

"let me help," you said, with a light smirk. it had been some time since you last had the chance to flirt, with work and all clouding your mind since you got out of college. "i can see it better. sit."

he sat down, legs wide. you shuffled between his left leg, practically sitting on it. he readjusted in his seat. without even thinking twice, you held his chin and turned it upward.

"i can't reach it, it's like.. right under your jaw-" you mumbled mostly to yourself. you watched his jaw clenched and eyes glue to the ceiling and said nothing about it. it's working. "where is it?"

"here," jackal whispered back, placing his hand over yours and moving your hand to his pulse. you began to wipe at the blood, yet it never seemed to stop. fighting the frustration, you furrowed your brow and continued cleaning his neck, when suddenly, you heard a low groaning noise.

"quit your squirming," you instructed, holding him down with more authority. he continued to breathe through his teeth, and you felt his body heat radiating despite the gap. you began to get worried.

"is this okay?" you asked, referring to the cut. his breathing became heavier and body stiffer.

"yes... hhh—stay like that."

you raised an eyebrow, checking your surroundings. during your frustrations, you seemed to have taken a seat on his lap, with your hand applying gentle pressure on the sides of his neck. you soon realized he was not talking about the blood.

"me encanta esto." it was almost inaudible, said barely above a whisper, but you heard it.

for a moment, time stopped. you pulled your gauze-hand back, and truly seizing this glorious opportunity, placed it on his chest. it was just as amazing as you pictured it felt. was this actually happening right now? is he just really into this, or is he so uncomfortable he can't even speak?

he lowered his chin, meeting your eyes once before glancing down at your lips. you couldn't help but admire his long, dark eyelashes. his lips parted.

"can i kiss you...?" ramírez asked, fixated on your mouth. you nodded, slowly.

as if waiting a million years, his instincts took over as he grabbed the back of your neck and waist, pulling you in and smashing your lips together. you kissed back feverishly, holding the sides of his face and starting to slowly grind against his thigh. he tasted like minty rain and you loved every bit of it. after nearly a minute straight, you pulled away, taking a deep catching breath. you were so caught up against his lips you didn't notice the small trail of blood soaking into his shirt collar.

"ramírez—" you began, but he kissed you once more, just as deeply but as quick as a peck.

"thank you for the help," he replied in a low rumble. "i think i've got it from here."

you jumped up, remembering the report. you started to apologize before he grabbed your hand, squeezing it once.

"i'll be here. don't worry, i'll wait for you."

you nodded, closing his door behind you. it felt like high school prom! you cheered to yourself, throwing punches and kicking the air. who knew it was that easy?!

[meddreamer]

More art for Rainbow

[popipopipopipopipo000]

Memorias

Fast sketches of an idea i really wanted to do w Jackal. The second one is him and Faisal. He finally listened to Lion and took a vacation and went back to his hometown teehee

[l3r40l]

Pillow with wizards for magical sleep, obviously

[voidselfshipp]

Culture Clash.

Cw: mentions of trauma,very superficial. age gap between ryad n I.

Summary: Ryad's (Jackal) First meeting with Jerico(Tarantula)..

A/n: Canon for now. Not sure if I'll stick with it. Only mutuals allowed to reblog.

Harry had brought the New operator,Tarantula,to meet with the spanish and latin operators so she felt More at home. Ryad wasnt sure what he was expecting,but he knew she was young,that she hasnt seen combat,She was a recon operator.

His eyes widened a little,he pursed his lips and felt his throat dry out. Out of the corner of his eyes he sees Mira smile welcomingly at the New operator before them.

--Everyone,This Is Tarantula. --Harry gestured at the young girl before them. She had heart- shaped face,greyish-green eyes with gold and brown hair tied up in a bun. The back of her neck Is shaven,and she had a myriad of bead and woven bracelets on her left wrist,alongside a black circlet earring on her right earlobe. She wears a mix of military clothes with a ripped up jacket that reads more as punk than army.

Her eyes look a little puffy,deep eyebags on the underside of her lids. Ryad cant help but relate to the lack of sleep. He thinks it adds to her charm and Beauty.

--My Name's Jerico. But please just call me Jeri,I hate being called by my full name--She said in spanish,her Argentine accent clear in their voice. So thats why Harry was so adamant...

--hey! Whats up!--Flores said with a grin,giving a cheek kiss to Tarantula as Argentines often did--Welcome! What part of Argentina are you from?

--Buenos Aires!

--Me too! What part?

Already its obvious those two are two peas in a pot. The rest introduce themselves and when it comed to his turn, Ryad feels extremely awkward. He smiles nervously and offers his hand.

--My name's ryad. Callsign is Jackal--He said,his heart fluttering as her hand meets his and shakes it--Welcome.

Jer smiles sheepishly, shes been a bit nervous. Its only natural,too much people already. --thanks...I have to say ryads a really pretty name. Never heard it before.

He chuckled,feeling a little bashful--thanks. Jerico is a pretty name too.

--I chose it! -- now she seems genuienly insecure and worried.

--Youve got good taste,then-- Jackal flirts with her before hes able to realize what hes done. It dawns on him as soon as hes done talking,and out of the corner of his eyes mira is holding back a grin. Oh god.

--Im sure you'll all get along swimmingly--Harry seems very amused. Especially as Jer looks at the floor and whispers "gracias"-- Ill leave you all to chat. Welcome to rainbow Miss castro.

Jer nodded,still bashful-- Thank you,Harry.

--Of course.

The Group leads the New operator to the cafeteria to Grab lunch and chat. Jerico began to talk about herself,and Ryad listens attentively. He asks a few questions when She tells everyone that shes the eldest of four.

And ever so slowly,he takes her whole attention. Flores fights him for it, and Mira is so amused. Jerico leaves to Grab a bottle of coke from the serving area,and mira says

--Estas coladisimo por la chavala...--Elena teased,gently elbowing him in the ribs. (Youre so smitten for this girl)

--Deja de decís gilipolleses..-- Ryad grumbled,looking at his Plate and playing with his food--Es majisima. No puedo ser el único que piensa eso...--he looked at his fellow spanish speakers for help.

(stop saying dumb things. Shes very charismatic,I cant be the only one who thinks so!)

Flores snorted-- hermano,le estas tirando los galgos hace una hora.. déjate de joder. Estas clavadisimo por la piba...(Bro,cmon. Youve been flirting with her for an hour. Stop playing dumb,youre smitten).

--Que no....(no)

--que si,tío.--Elena insisted-- coño,que si quieres salir con ella tienes mi apoyo. Yo diría que es mutuo... (yeah dude. Shit,if you want to go out with her,youve got my support. Id say she feels the same).

--mira,Boludo,te estaba mirando como que sos el chabon más lindo de toda Grecia. Anda,pedile de salir... (look,dude,she was looking at you like youre the prettiest guy in all of greece. Go,ask her out.)

Jackals about to say something, but Jerico comes back looking tired.-- Hey,I changed my mind..i'd like to go to my room and rest.. The exhaustion after eating kicked in.

Flores got this look like hes up to something--Id love to help you get to your room but Mira and Solis here are taking me to the r&d labs to test out a few things on my gadget. Capitao and Caveira have training to do...And..--The Group sees Goyo and Amaru enter the cafeteria-- Azu and Cesar are just getting to eat so..Ryad? Mind doing a solid for the New guy?

Ryad gives the Argentine Man his best glare. He doesnt let the girl see it, though, if she thinks shes being an annoyance to him...he might just end up losing it.

--not at all,no-- he answered,turning to Jerico.

--No rush though!! Please finish eating first...-- she takes a Seat where she previously was and conversation returns.

Eventually,the lunch time is over and Jackal begins to walk tarantula to the quarters area. Shes pleaseant company,and he can see how slowly she begins to warm up to him and relax.  As they walk she takes off the jacket she was wearing,revealing a sports top underneath.

He sees now that on her right bicep theres a tattoo of a rhinoceros beetle resting on a Ceibo flower- The National flower of Argentina,being highlighted by these beautiful curling letters with dramatic lines, its highly decorated and maximalist. He recognized the style of the lettering as Fileteado Porteño, a beautiful thing really. The text read "La fuerza de Argentina está caminando a mi lado" (the strength of Argentina is walking by my side).

He sees that on her left forearm theres a tattoo of a tarantula. Beautiful with elegant lines that denote Power and dangerous beauty.

--Thats a really nice pair of tattoos youve got-- Ryad commented, both were waiting on a pair of humveees to drive by them since they were almost to the quarters area-- Arent they a little counterintutive,since youre recon and all..

Jer shrugged with a sheepish smile,clearly not the first time this has been pointed out--theres ways to cover them up. Make up and all that.

He chuckled--Good Point. Whats the meaning behind them? I figure the tarantula one is because of your callsign and what youve told us about the context behind it,Why the beetle though?

She begins to tell him about the symbolism behind it, how they represent rebirth and strength,things shes experienced and felt because of her life. He really likes how with her theres always a reason for everything,even of sometimes its just because "she liked it" or "felt like it"

Ryad listens attentively,surprised pleseantly at the level of maturity she carried. It doesnt feel like shes talking with someone who just Turned twenty.

Calm,thats what she made him feel. A sense that hes been seen and understood. Shes warm and friendly,kind and funny...its Like the sun is shining upon him for the first time in years. Like everything would be alright.

Its odd to feel so smitten. Hes experienced love before but he is starting to believe that hes never met anyone like Jerico before... And he realizes he just wants more of them.

The very Next day he begins to try and befriend Tarantula. He does feel guilty for being so much older than her and flirt with her,but she takes it well- And though shes bashful(seeing as shes never had this level of attention directed towards her) she tries to return It. Jeri seems unsure of how,but she managed to confirm shes into him too.

Being a scarred Man as he is,it does takes him months to ask her out. He does try to show his interest as often as hes comfortable with, and he is aware that Jerico trusts him. She feels so comfortable and its something you can actually see.

Her eyes are calm,shes smiling and in a good mood. She doesnt apologize when her excitement overcomes her,when her voice rises and she gets quite energetic. She had expressed a certain insecurity about her but its just a visceral show of joy,how could he not like it? He needed something- someone like that.

Ryad shows through his actions that he can be trusted, and he begins to realize now of the privilege thats being bestowed upon him. Not only the normal show of trust,but the genuine surrender of barriers and protection.

Jerico was an Open book about her trauma,only going into detail when she felt comfortable. And she did that a lot with him,and in turn he told her a few things of his upbringing. When he kind of low key made it clear about Faisal's passing,he got the biggest bear hug ever and the gentlest "Im so sorry..." it almost made him cry.

Hes never felt so understood in his life. He saw the effort she put into understanding him,and she was patient...so very patient and loving with him.

Finally,after a few good months into knowing her, he asked her out. Its not like she didnt drop hints that she wanted him to take her out, and hes taken note of everything shes said in those clues for the perfect date. Hes thorough,professional and most of all a gentleman.

Ryad approaches Jerico after training one rainy,cozy afternoon. He calls her over and says.

--Oye,estuve pensando...y viendo como esta el dia se me ocurrió que podríamos ir a tomar un café juntos. Yo invito. (Hey,ive been thinking and seeing how the weather is today..I thought we could go out to Grab coffee, my treat)

Her face is priceless. Her eyes widen and she takes a hot second to realize what he said. But when it clicks she nodds all shy. She hasnt prepared for this at all.

--Asi casual,No? (Like...casual?)

The Man shook his head-- Quiero invitarte a salir,si estas cómoda con ello. (I want to ask you out on a date, if youre comfortable with it)

--Ah...-- she said,obviously aware of what he meant since the first time he said it..but just confirming-- Dale. Si, de una. Nos bañamos y eh...vamos? .(ah,yeah. Of course. We showe and go?)

--Vale. --He smiled,using his years of experience to flash a flirty smile her way which has her swooning without feeling out of control. (Alright)

She had talked about how when shes overwhelmed with flirting it makes her really nervous and insecure.

Both were deeply damaged people,but together they seem to melt and fill the cracks caused by hurt and past tauma.

--Cool...Cool. ehm..permiso-- She walks past him all afluster and goes to get her things. Before she leaves she smiles briefly at him,her face Burning. Then,she leaves. (Cool,cool. Uhm..excuse me)

Ryad would leave soon after,giving her some time and space for herself so she didnt get nervous or feel like shes forced to make conversation.

Eventually when he goes to pick her up at her room,he offers his arm and with his words he helps her calm down. He makes an off coment of how its nice that she doesnt hide her interest in him,that he really likes it and makes him feel calm.

That makes her fully relax and return to her usual self.

Needless to say,both would be coming back from town with the desire for a second date,and defenetly a third...and a fourth...and a fifth..

[jeankl]

Here’s my first finished FanFic.

[masked-men-fantasy]

Choose you poison

If I were to write a smutty character x male!reader short fic, around 500 words or so, which would that character be?

NSFW Content. MDNI.

Scenario: A good rough sex after a long day of work. Maybe at home, barracks, or hideout. With some dirty talk, perhaps. And some, erm, ahem, breeding kink, cough, cough.

Disclaimer: No guarantee that I will write though. I am mentally unstable, not sure when my thought will push me down again. But I will try, as long as I am still sane.