#Jeanz O'Riley

[jeanzoriley-cod]

(Open rp)

Jeanz had been feeling frustrated lately, though it was a little better with Thomas now transferred to Garrison's troop. She had been on desk duty for two weeks and going right back into training recruits and for the next op she was just assigned to, she needed a break, a breather. That's how the redhead found herself in the empty training room around 22:00. When she knew most people on base would be asleep, no one to walk in on her being so unlike a sergeant. She had left her hair down, dressed only in a simple dark purple tank top and some black leggings. Her trainers made no sound as she walked over to where the wall of mirrors were, making her way over to the stereo. She thought about what song she wanted, something simple, probably, she didn't want to get too intense. Finally she thought of one, plugging her phone into the stero and pulling up the song. Moving into position, she grinned as she heard the first beats of the song come on. She waited for the first 32 beats, simpling stomping her foot on the wooden floor. As soon as the lyrics started, she started moving. 'Been working so hard I'm punching my card Eight hours, for what? Oh, tell me what I got I've got this feeling That time's just holding me down I'll hit the ceiling Or else I'll tear up this town' She moved effortlessly, moving in a vine to the right, clicking her heels together, then moving in a vine to the left. She grinned as she moved, her hazel eyes watching what she was doing in the mirrors on the wall.

[ask-sgtcrow]

Jeanz holds out a bottle of Irish whiskey. "Ye want some? I usually 'ave everyone try it."

Crow’s eyes went wide with joy before he grabbed the bottle from Jeanz and took a greedy gulp of it, sighing in near relief after.

“Tastes like home,” he grunted before handing it back.

“I’d steal it from ye but… I’m already risking too much by having vodka hidden in my room.”

[shadow-5-05]

Ye know, I just realized I never asked ye what I tasted like, did ye happen ta write it down in yer journal?

I don't believe I wrote down your taste (outside of the rating), but from what I remember you tasted sort of like dandelions, specifically the seeds, and like flesh.

I think this has made me realise that a lot of people taste a lot like plants... And also that I should probably stop eating random flowers and grass

[jeanzcorner]

We Could've Been Less Chaotic

One Shot Pairing: Johnny 'Soap' Mactavish x OC Jeanz O'Riley

Rated: E for Everyone

Johnny had woken up needing water, so he pulled on a shirt and some random pajama pants on his floor, leaving his room and making his way to the rec room in the 141’s wing of the base, expecting it to be empty. His footsteps were muffled by the carpet as he made his way, rubbing his blue eyes, mumbling something in Scottish under his breath, not really wanting to be awake at the moment. As he got closer to the rec room, he could faintly hear humming. He paused for a moment, his half awake brain trying to process what he was hearing exactly. That’s when the smell of baking cookies hit his nose, making him perk up and wake up a bit. Who would be up at this time? Baking? He stepped closer to the door, peeking through to see who was in there. A fond smile crossed his lips as he caught sight of the redhead in the kitchen portion of the rec room, moving about as if it was natural for her to be there. Jeanz was a sergeant they had on loan from the Irish Special Forces, someone Laswell had recommended to Price. Johnny had been surprised by how easily he had connected with the Irish spitfire, he had expected someone that would be cut off and more like Ghost when he heard her callsign, Whisper. They had also both assumed it was a male. Imagine their surprise when Price had told them Whisper would be coming in to help with the new mission, only for a short redhead woman had shown up, with one of the feistiest attitudes they had seen in a while. Johnny had immediately hit it off with her, starting multiple conversations with her, and even the occasional pranks with her. He knew he was gaining feelings for her, but he didn’t think it was anything more serious than a simple crush. With a grin, he walked in, clearing his throat, his blue eyes glinting with humor as she jumped, having been so into the baking she was doing at…midnight he concluded when he glanced at the clock on the oven.

“Cannae sleep, hen?” he asked as he made his way over to her, his tone holding amusement. “Aye,” she answered him with a shrug and a smile as she got over the mini heart attack she had from him coming in, she hadn’t expected anyone to come in, it was late after all. “So, ye decided ta make cookies ta feed an entire village?” he teased as he stopped beside her, looking down at her with a raised eyebrow. “Ye gonna judge me or help?” she countered, raising her own eyebrow, though a smile was tugging at her lips. Johnny shrugged and turned to face the counter where she had more ingredients laid out, eyeing all of them curiously. “Nothin’ better ta do,” he responded with a grin. Jeanz let out a snort and began to instruct him on how to start making the cookies she had been baking, taking time to show him how her gran taught her. When he messed up, she would giggle and move closer, showing him slowly what he should do. It went on like that for a while, though Soap kept imagining how she would look covered in the white flour they were using to mix the cookie dough with. Eventually, he couldn’t help it anymore, he needed to make that image a reality. When Jeanz turned away to grab some more chocolate chips, he grabbed a handful of flour, his blue eyes watching her intently, a mischievous grin on his lips. As she turned back to speak to him, he let the flour in his closed hand go, watching with a sense of satisfaction as it ended up covering her beautiful face, along with her pretty red hair. “Ní dhearna tú ach anchúinse é sin a dhéanamh, a Scot diabhalf,” she whispered in a low tone, her hazel eyes narrowing up at him with disbelief.

Johnny couldn’t do anything but laugh at the sight in front of him. She was so adorable covered in flour and trying to look mad, but he could see the giggle she was trying to hold back, could see her lips fighting the urge to quirk up into a grin. God, she looked so kissable in this moment. While he was distracted, he didn’t notice that she had grabbed some flour herself, nor the wicked grin that had come to her face. He only noticed, when she had flung the flour at him, coating his shirt, his face and some of his pajama pants. He let out a irritated noise, even if he wasn’t that mad, grabbing the bag of flour off the counter. Jeans’s eyes widened as she saw him grab the bad, holding her hands in front of her and shaking her head, but it was useless. Johnny let out a cackle, his eyes glinting with playfulness. Without a second thought, he tipped the bag of flour over, directly on top of the shorter woman, who let out a shriek of disbelief. After that, it was a full on flour war. Jeanz had grabbed another two bags, opening them and just tossing the contents at Soap. They were both covered in white by the time they heard footsteps. Price had been up late doing paperwork, like usual, when he decided he needed a cuppa. So, he made his way to the rec room, only to stop in the doorway. His blue eyes took in the sight before him, holding back the grin that wanted to escape him. There in front of his eyes were Jeanz and Soap, completely covered in flour, both of them giggling and laughing, wide grins on each of their faces. He could smell the fresh cookies that Jeanz had made before Soap showed up, but he couldn’t be mad. It was always refreshing when he happened upon his soldiers acting like they weren’t fighting in a war. Even if one of them wasn’t technically his, but since he had known Jeanz father, she was his soldier anyways. “What’s going on ‘ere then?” he spoke up, holding back a chuckle as he saw them jump and begin to try and make excuses. @backseatsoldier

[ask-corporaltwins-141]

Cecilia takes the cup from Vargen and hesitantly sniffs it before taking a small sip. She reaches up to hand it to Chester for him to try.

"Ooh that tastes good. I'll definitely have to be careful with that." She laughs at the face Chester makes after he tries the mead. "He's not much of a drinker," she explains, and takes the cup back from him and sips some more before setting the cup down next to her and grabbing a bag of gummy bears.

"So, is anyone else coming or is it just the four of us?" Chester asks, visibly a little nervous as he thinks about more people potentially joining them, shifting his weight on the chair.

@jeanzoriley-cod @itsvargen

Jeanz finally manages to find Vargen, wherever he was hiding.

“Vargen, I ‘ave an offer for ye. Since ye’ve helped me so much, and’ Soli. How about I give ye some o’ this Irish whiskey? I gotta warn ye, it’s strong as shit. If not whiskey, I can take ye ta grab some food if ye’d like?”

She held out the bottle with a friendly smile.

Vargen smiles wide upon seeing Jeanz, even if she found him where he was hiding behind a broken industrial dryer.

“Oh, I would love some whiskey, thank you! Have some with me? You can help me figure out how much to drink…and if we get tipsy we get tipsy, c’est la vie.”

[jeanzoriley-cod]

Guess who's on desk duty, because, someone set themselves on fire an' then threw a Molotov at me? It's me.

[jeanzoriley-cod]

"I swear, I'm awake," Jeanz muttered as she glanced up at who walked into her office. She looked dead tired, having been working on paperwork endlessly, she really needed to stop waiting to do her paperwork until it piled up.

She didn't even have time to get up and make some tea, it looked like she was about to fall asleep at her desk.

[jeanzoriley-cod]

Jeanz was up at an ugodly hour, 2 a.m. to be exact. So, she decided to go make some tea to see if it would help her fall asleep. She quietly made her way to the rec room, pulling out the kettle and setting it to boil, making her way to the cupboard and pulling out the tea she wanted, along with a mug. As she waited for the kettle to boil, she leaned against the cupboard, scrolling through her phone. Her hair was messy from having a troubled sleep and only the light above the sink was on, coating the rec room in a dim light. Without realizing it, because of how tired she was, she began singing quietly to herself. "It can't be said I'm an early bird. It's ten o'clock before I say a word. Baby, I can never tell. How do you sleep so well?"

[shadow-5-05]

Well, I asked the commander before I did it if I could bite him and he said yes. I bit Jeanz O'Riley without asking but she's fine with it now. 3-04 happily let me bite him. And Nikolai... Tolerates (??) ... The biting

So yeah! 3, technically 4, people allow me to bite them! :D

Forgive me, sir, but I have to bite you FOR SCIENCE (a journal)

— shadow 5-05

@ask-phillip-graves

im scared your shadows are falling for me. dont blame em’ but still..

[jeanzoriley-cod]

CW: *Implied substance relapse, DARK themes* (Open rp, but make sure you can mentally handle it)

Jeanz knew she shouldn't have. She shouldn't have let the dark thoughts, the ones she kept so well hidden, from everyone. But, she did. She managed to slip out of base, telling everyone she was heading to the pub for a drink, just to get away. She wasn't going for whiskey, but a completely different substance. Her thoughts had been catching up with her and she couldn't take it anymore, she broke. She had made it to the place she needed to be and back to the base in under an hour, heading for her room right away when she got back. Jeanz entered the room, making sure to lock the door behind her, falling victim to something she hadn't in years. After she felt she felt better, she put it away and sat on her bed, her legs curled up underneath her. Her heart was racing and she felt as if she had enough energy to run around base for three hours straight without tiring. She knew if anyone saw her, she wouldn't stop talking and they would know. So, Jeanz decided to do her best to distract herself, pulling out a book in hopes of distracting herself from what she had just done.

If she didn't distract herself, she knew she would start to spiral into the thoughts she was trying to escape.

[jeanzoriley-cod]

Is everyone losin' their lighters? How? *Pats pockets to make sure hers is there.* Oh thank god, I still got mine.

[jeanzoriley-cod]

Jeanz was on leave for a couple days, happy to be back to the farm. She was sitting on the porch, happily enjoying some cookies that Clara had made for her return home. She felt as if she hardly saw Clara these days, which she knew was true, even if she messaged her sister as often as she could. Clara was running around with the horses and Draco, glad she had her sister home and didn't have to deal with the nanny for a little bit. Clara looked up at the sound of tires on the long dirt road, rushing over to Jeanz. She may know how to fight and hold her own, that didn't mean she looked to Jeanz first when she was around. Jeanz stood up and gently pushed Clara behind her, watching the vehicle drive up to the farmhouse, her jaw dropping slightly as she looked at who left the truck, blinking her hazel eyes rapidly. "What are ye doin' here?" she asked with a confused tone as she kept Clara behind her. Draco had run in from the field to stand in front of Jeanz and Clara, his body language on guard.

[jeanzoriley-cod]

GUESS WHO'S OFF DESK DUTY AN' ROOKIES NOW 'AVE TA DEAL WIT' ME NOW

[jeanzoriley-cod]

I need ta blow somethin' up.

[jeanzoriley-cod]

Jeanz was hiding. From who, she would never say, but she was hiding. The redhead was currently on the roof of the base, sitting on the edge with a cigarette, calmly watching the sunset.

[jeanzoriley-cod]

Choose a Number for an open rp Idea

1 = Jeanz angst 2 = Silly Jeanz 3 = Mission Time 4 = Crash out/Pissed Jeanz