#Keegan hivemind

[gunnrblze]

Silly/stupid/sweet domestic living headcannons for the Ghost Boys

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Hesh

-watches you sleep in the mornings before you wake up. not creepily so, he just likes seeing you so relaxed and peaceful

-takes a ridiculous amount of time in the bathroom for various reasons. not even in a weird/sexual manner, just fuckin lingers in there like a teenage girl primping her hair

-enjoys sweeping for no reason. will sweep again even if one of you already has, very clean man

Logan

-sits on counter tops regularly, doesn’t care that he’s 6’0 & built like a brick wall. if he fits, he sits

-has the time management skills of a goldfish. “I’m coming to bed in 15 minutes” half an hour later and he’s building a Lego set?

-enjoys watching your skincare routines and will silently beg for you to slather the shit on his face too. eventually he’ll ask directly but until then he just gives totally subtle puppy dog eyes

Elias

-has a recliner he’s bonded with in the living room like the old coot he is. and you’ll never talk him out of getting rid of it

-has bought you a pair of house slippers to match his. yours are probably cuter but he does secretly want to at least coordinate

-will loiter when you’re doing any kind of hobby/activity. doesn’t necessarily want to join, but will stand behind you and watch you play video games/craft/bake/etc

Merrick

-terrible farts. that’s it. wear a gas mask tbh

-snores so loud that you have to wear earplugs sometimes. doesn’t help that he likes to cuddle at night so you can quite literally feel him vibrating against you. best cuddler though

-has a decanter full of whiskey on his bedside table. not even a big drinker or anything, no, that’s just decoration to him cause he’s distinguished

Keegan

-asks you to help shave his beard, both because he gets lazy but also he wants to be pampered. “You do it better” he’ll insist

-secretly enjoys you having to ask for help with little things around the house. he loves ‘being a man’ for you. does not matter your gender

-sleeps on one old, flat, mangy pillow. it may or may not even have a case on it. you can try to get him to return to civilization and use a normal one but it’ll be difficult

Kick

-sings loudly in the shower on purpose. maybe it’s to make you laugh, maybe it’s to get you in the bathroom long enough to convince you to join him. depends on the day

-uses so many seasonings when he cooks that he sneezes a bunch. wears his mask sometimes to just prevent it all together

-whines for neck/back rubs cause he’s so sore. insists he’ll return the favor but not before he falls asleep on you

Rorke

-loves you sitting on his lap anytime of day. watching tv, eating breakfast, etc etc? he’ll perch you up on his thighs regardless, doesn’t matter to him

-grunts every time he stands up like the old man he is. “knees ain’t what they used to be”, “gahdamn, backs killin me” are frequent phrases

-constantly turning the thermostat down to make it colder, can’t stand the heat from outside getting in. insists it’s not that cold and only relents when you start to shiver

Ajax

-puts animal planet/nature docs on to fall asleep. says he just wants to watch something more relaxed before bed but he never turns it off

-very anal about shoes being taken off at the front door. will bitch and moan if shoes get past the foyer while on someone’s feet

-like your mother on a Saturday morning, is up at the ass crack of dawn listening to Celine Dion while cleaning

[spicelold]

Walker with doggie on my art-style

[cloangi]

Dropping some more drawings here

Here's an extra random one I did of some random person that may match multiple irl profiles

[gabriel-rorke]

im gonna be fr wit you guys rq. I thought Hesh's name was Hash for a while (it was the same time I was thinking that Ajax was Rorke)- but I digress. So, I was like- oh, Hash- like Hash pipe by Weezer. I thought this man's entire existence was a weezer reference

[nonchalant-abby]

OKAY, picture this:

an au where all of the Ghost boys have a kid, and their kids go on to take their parents places in the Ghosts team (kinda like Hesh and Logan but not so miserable?)

Possibly including Hesh and Logan??

[howtotwirlaknife22]

Broadway pt 1

A/N: it took me literally so long to write just the first part and for what. Laziness. That’s what. Anywayyyyyys I hope ya’ll like it hehe I spent months on this 🫶 the next part will be out at some point, so stay tuned!

❗️TW’s❗️: NSFW, cannon typical violence, descriptions of torture, descriptions of amputations, descriptions of bodily harm and injuries, descriptions of PTSD, some(?) inaccurate descriptions of military operations

Prologue:

🔞❗️NSFW UNDER THE CUT, MDNI BEYOND THIS POINT🔞❗️

“We touchdown in fifteen.” The pilot said, snapping her from her thoughts. She had been so in her mind the entire helo ride that she didn’t even realize they were almost to her new base. She looked out the window to her left and took in the broken terrain. The closer they got to fort Santa Monica, the more she could see the ruins of Los Angeles. The buildings once so full of life now toppled over onto each other and were slowly crumbling to dust. The earth had begun to retake itself, vines and flowers growing up on every surface that hadn’t yet fallen. Grass was growing through the cracks in the earth, and wildlife was freely roaming through the streets of what was once a bustling metro. She watched the ground below pass by as the helo inched closer to base, and she inhaled sharply through her nose, held it for a few beats, and let it out to try to calm her nerves. While she was excited about working with this new team, she couldn’t hide her anxiety. This was a big change compared to her previous squad, but she knew the captain had seen something special in her skill set to even recruit her onto such a team. Still, this was new territory and was going to be an adjustment. She had heard numerous stories of the men she was recruited to work with, and she could barely contain the sense of pride she felt when she learned they’d chosen her to work with them. She was determined to prove herself useful. As the helo approached the base, she could see the men and women on base hustling back and forth going about their day to day duties. Given the recent victory in the Atacama desert, the time for rest should be now. However, given the recent losses in the team and tensions with the federation escalating again, she had been tasked with assisting the team’s information tech specialist and picking up slack where it was needed. The pilot began descending to the landing pad, and amongst the bustling crowd of soldiers working to clear the area for the helo landing, she noticed tall and stocky man standing with his arms crossed in an open hangar. She couldn’t decipher his expression. He almost looked..tired?

“You nervous?” The crew chief asked, snapping her out of her thoughts.

“M-me?” She stuttered, caught off guard by his question. “No. No I'm fine.” The crew chief chuckled and shook his head.

“Maybe you should be. I heard this guy’s a real stickler. A ‘doesn’t take any bullshit’ type of guy. But hey, not my leadership. What do I know?” Hearing this, she cleared her throat and squirmed uncomfortably in her seat. The crew chief noticed the discomfort in her demeanor and smiled at her, giving her knee a quick tap with his gloves. “Hey, I’m just fucking with you. I’m sure he’ll get you situated nicely.” Hearing this, she piped up a little more, smiling thankfully at the man. “But the part about him being a stickler? That is true. I wouldn’t get on his bad side.” The man’s face hardened. Her lips drew into a straight line and she quietly muttered.

“Oh..okay. Gotcha. Thanks.” She smiled at him and the pilot simultaneously spoke with air traffic controllers over the comm lines. She couldn’t make out exactly what was being said, but she knew the drill. She reached out for her duffle bag and pulled it closer to her, preparing for landing as the helo slowly touched down onto the landing pad. Once they were cleared to exit their seats, the crew chief stood and reached for the door handle, slinging it open. She stood after him and threw her duffle over her shoulder, exiting the aircraft. Once her boots hit the hard concrete under her, she felt another tap on her shoulder. She turned around to see the crew chief nodding at her.

“Good luck!” He shouted over the sound of the propellers. She smiled and nodded back at him.

“Thanks!” She shouted back. The man pulled the door of the helo shut and with that, she watched the helo ascended into the sky once more. She gathered herself after watching it for a few beats and turned on her heels to march her way over towards her new captain. As she got closer, she could notice that the man was tall, yet stocky. He had a grey and white uniform on, and his beard had flecks of grey woven throughout it. He stood with his arms crossed across his chest, and his expression was a mix of exhaustion and stoicism. There was another man with him, and he was also tall, but this man had a more lean frame. A couple of scars littered his face, and he had just the slightest hint of a five o clock shadow. But the thing that caught her attention about this man was his icy blue stare that seemed to pierce straight through her as she approached. She finally made her way to them and stood at attention a few paces before the captain, saluting firmly. “Sir. Sergeant Rosalie, reporting as ordered.” His lip twitched ever so slightly, and she could feel the anxiety creeping up her spine. She wondered if she had already messed up her first meeting by messing up the proper greeting of her superior? The man finally spoke, his voice gruff.

“At ease.” He held out his hand and waited for her to shake it. She relaxed her body and reached her own out to shake his firmly. “Captain Merrick. This is Sergeant Russ. But we call him Keegan.” He said as they shook hands, gesturing to the man beside him. She extended her hand to shake Keegan’s, and he stared at her hand for a moment before he reached his hand out to shake. He seemed wary, like a wild animal reluctant to take kindness from humans. Merrick exhaled sharply through his nose. “So, you’re the one they call Broadway, huh? How in the hell did you get a callsign like that?” Broadway blinked slowly, taking in the question as she felt her face heating up in embarrassment.

“Ha..well, funny story sir-“ she was abruptly cut off by Merrick as he held up his hand to stop her sentence.

“If it’s a drawn out story then never mind. we need to get you acquainted with the rest of the team and settled in. Your first mission brief is at 0800 tomorrow morning. Keegan will show you to your bunk.” With that, Merrick turned on his heel and walked away from Broadway and Keegan. She blinked slowly, confused and a little embarrassed as to what just happened. Keegan took a step beside her, snapping her from her confusion. She turned and looked up at him, his piercing blue eyes burning holes into her.

“C’mon kid, let’s drop that bag off.” He began to walk away, leaving her and expecting her to follow. Broadway scrambled to pick up her duffle bag and threw it over her shoulder, jogging lightly to catch up to him. For every stride he made she had to make two extra to keep up. As they walked the base, she began to see the most recent devastations from the Atacama desert. They passed by the medical wing, and she could hear the agonizing screams of wounded patients. She could see bloodied and bandaged soldiers sitting on cots being treated by medical specialists. Some of the soldier’s eyes were filled with a dreadful expression, a glazed over, far off look in their eyes. Some had lost their limbs, others had lost their sight, and some looked to have been horribly disfigured by methods ranging from fire, acid, and even torture. Broadway had long forgotten about following after Keegan, and stood by the door of the medical wing frozen in place. She felt horrible for those suffering. She knew how it felt coming down from the adrenaline of the battlefield, as it wasn’t a feeling any soldier could easily shake, but she could never imagine the internal suffering a person goes through after such atrocities like losing a part of themselves, both physically and mentally. She was brought back into the present when she felt a hand clasp her shoulder firmly. “Move it. We don’t have all day.” Keegan grumbled, gesturing for her to come along. She turned back to the doorway as she readjusted her duffle bag on her shoulder, and a nurse who noticed her staring quickly left her patient to slam the door to the medical wing shut. Broadway took that as her sign to leave quickly. As she caught back up with Keegan, she noticed the other soldiers who walked the corridors. Those lucky enough to come out of the battle uninjured had hardened expressions, some even sporting scars on their face and neck similar to Keegan. Each one walked with a powerful step, with their heads high and a mission in mind. She admired their confidence. When Keegan stopped, he typed a code into a door and opened it, nodding for her to enter. She smiled politely and nodded back, entering the room and looking around. The room was small, and plain, but it would do the trick for now. As she dropped her duffle bag to the floor, she turned around to thank Keegan, only to yelp when she noticed him standing inches away from her. She hadn’t even noticed him move. She gulped and stared up at him.

“Ha…sorry..you scared me for a sec there.” She said as she nervously rubbed the back of her neck. Keegan narrowed his eyes and scanned over her with them.

“Brief is at 0800 tomorrow. I would advise you not to be late. And I would also advise you get some shut eye, you’re gonna need it.” He gave her a small smirk, and with that he turned on his heel, leaving her in her empty and cold room. She stared at the door, then quickly walked over to close it. She turned back and took in the empty room once more. She sighed quietly and made her way to the bunk, sitting on the less than comfortable mattress and slowly stripping her boots off her body. She pulled her legs up and let her body relax into the mattress. She sighed and stared up at the ceiling, her mind racing with a million different thoughts as sleep slowly took over her body.

[milkteaarttime]

First Meet(pt. 2)

Thanks for the positive words on my last fic!!! Here's the part 2!

3.1k words, soo much dialogue... Please be nice to my cringy fic lol

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When Logan saw Latte’s form emerge from behind Merrick’s brick wall of a body, he knew that he had met her at the hospital back in January. She was the nurse who treated Hesh when he came out of a procedure for a rather nasty combat injury. He watched as Latte’s gaze swept across the room and abruptly stopped on Hesh. He shifted his eyes back to Hesh, attempting to discern whether Hesh himself remembered her or not. Hesh’s eyebrows raised in confusion, his eyes locked on Latte, but there were no signs of recognition.

Latte breaks off her eye contact first as she has to introduce herself. Logan laughed, realizing that Hesh didn’t remember her and, by extension, the hilarious events of him coming off the anesthesia from his procedure. 

The brothers observed from a distance as she set up her little station on the lone table across the room. She takes out Blood pressure cuffs, a pulse oximeter, and some other equipment that they don't care much for the name of. Elias calls for a volunteer, and Merrick decides to go first and “get this shit over with.”  

Logan takes this moment to nudge Hesh on the arm. Hesh looks back over at him.

“Hmm? What's up?” 

“You remember her?” He questioned, tilting his head towards where Latte was seated.

“The nurse?” Hesh asked, confused. 

“Yeah, Latte.” He chuckled. 

“Don't think so, Logan. I’d remember if someone with a name like Latte ever spoke to me.” Hesh confirmed he wouldn’t forget someone with such a unique name, and now that he is thinking about it, he wonders if it's a nickname.

“You really don’t remember her, huh? I don’t blame you. You were pretty out of it from the pain at the time and on pretty heavy drugs.” He recalls, snickering at the memories,

“Good thing Dad didn’t see you goofy on those meds, reaaal embarrassing.” 

“Logan…what, what did I do?”

”Heh Heh.”

”Logan, come on, spit it out.” Hesh said, growing more concerned. Upon seeing his brother get antsy, Logan relented.

“….I think it's better if you see for yourself.” Logan pulls out his phone, pulls up a video after a moment of scrolling, and puts in one earbud, handing the other to Hesh. Hesh eyed Logan wearily, knowing how mischievous Logan could get, before taking the earbud and putting it in. Logan hits play on the video.

In the video, Hesh is lying in a hospital bed. A cacophony of machine beeps and the whirling of air vents can be heard in the background. The camera pans from Hesh’s face to his hand, and his hand is gripping onto the wrist of someone standing by his bed. 

“This is crazy… sorry, miss. He has never acted like this before.” Logan’s voice comes up, apologetic and baffled in tone. 

“Come on, David, let go of the nurse. She has a job to do!” 

“NOoooo, I wanna hold hands…give me yur hannd” Hesh slurred and moved his hand from her wrist to her hand, holding tight. 

“I-it’s okay. People say or do strange things because of the anesthesia all the time.” 

A feminine voice said. The video pans toward the nurse’s head, the voice belonging to Latte. 

The very nurse who was here to assess their health. Hesh’s eyes widened. 

“Logan, what—“

”Shhh, keep watching.” 

“I have to take your vitals, sir. Mind if I hold your hand after?” Latte, in the video, attempted to negotiate with Hesh.

”MMm nO, youu are holding my hand wrong. Hold it like this.” The drugged-up Hesh proceeds to intertwine and lace his fingers with Latte’s. 

Hesh’s face began to burn a bright red as he continued watching the recording. The only words in his mind he could conjure up were ‘HOW?’ and ‘WHAT?’

”Hesh no!” Logan’s desperate voice calls out. The camera shakes as he stands up to walk over and help pry Hesh’s hand off poor Latte. 

“LATTE THERE YOU ARE.” Latte’s manager’s voice can be heard off-screen. 

“Room 12 is asking for his water and painkillers, Room 11, bed 4, is upset because you said you’d get him a blanket, but he hasn’t seen one in hours, and Room 13’s family is looking for you again. You have to Speed it up!” The camera pans to Logan’s face, his concern and awkwardness concealed by his mask, before panning back to Hesh and Latte. 

“Sorry, Lauren, I will be out in a moment. I just need t—“ 

“I don’t care! We.Are.Short.Staffed. And no one is working fast enough. Now call bells are ringing up and down the damn unit. Either you little nurses in your pretty little scrubs are ignoring these poor people, or you are not hauling ass enough. Get —“ 

”LAUREN SHUT THE FUCK UP.” Latte’s voice is sudden, sharp, and loud. The room is silent except for Hesh’s incoherent babbles and machine beeping. The manager managed to let out a few stutters before Latte spoke again. 

“Since you are short-staffed and desperate, how about you convince me to stay here? After all, you NEED me to pick up shifts. You NEED me to keep working here so you are not even more short-staffed. Every day you blow up my phone when someone else calls out with bullshit reasons! Nurses get snatched up everywhere, so why don't you convince me to stay?” If looks could kill, Latte would have ODIN-ed Lauren into smithereens. 

“…I will go answer the call bells and talk with room 13’s family…” was all the manager could say after a pause. The recording cuts off there. 

“Soooo, that was it. You remember now, Hesh?” Logan chuckled, and he glanced back at Hesh. 

“… Hesh?”

Hesh’s current state of mind is the personification of the word ‘Mortified.’ His face was a deep crimson, eyes wide in disbelief, and Jaw still dropped. Frozen in his seat, it was as if his soul waltzed out of the room, went to buy milk, and never returned. His mouth opens and closes like a fish out of water, but no sound comes out. Logan can see the tips of his ears burning red. When Hesh finally was able to move, he slapped both of his hands over his face and groaned into his hands.

On Latte's end, she had just finished taking Merrick’s vitals and assessments and now moved on to questioning Merrick. 

“Following the MRE consumption, did you experience any vomiting?”

”Yes.” Merrick answered. “I think most of us did.” 

“That doesn’t sound fun. How long did the vomiting and nausea persist?”

“I was okay after the 4th or 5th day.”

“I see. How about bowel movements? Did you experience GI symptoms such as intense stomach pain and or diarr—“

”No—No, none of that! Just the vomiting and nausea.” Merrick answered quickly,

“Could you have asked me that any louder?” 

“My apologies, captain,” Latte politely responded to Merrick’s grumbling, ignoring his attitude change. She understood Merrick did not want to drag this on for too long or expose his bowel habits to everyone. 

“I recommend that you increase your intake of electrolytes and replenish lost fluids. Dehydration from all the vomiting may also be a reason for your slight blood pressure elevation. Thank you for your time, Captain Merrick." Latte quickly jotted down some notes of her treatment recommendations. 

After Hesh recovered a little from his shock, he weakly looked at Logan, ”Oh god… I can't believe it. I just— what do I even say to her when it's my turn?? Do I apologi—” Just as Hesh was trying to calm himself and ask for Logan’s advice. Elias's voice interrupted him. 

“Hesh! You go next.” 

The colour drains out of Hesh’s face, and seeing his brother’s crisis, Logan placed a hand over his mouth, trying to muffle the snort of laughter escaping. Hesh darts a glare towards Logan. But Elias's voice came again before he could demand Logan to stop laughing. 

“Hesh?”

“Y-yea, right away, dad.”

“Don’t scare the pretty nurse this time!” Logan whisper-yelled at him. Hesh rolls his eyes at his brother before walking over to the table where Latte is. Latte opens a new page on her notepad and looks up to Hesh as he gets closer. ‘Mutton chops, mutton chops, buzz cut…where have I—‘

She suddenly remembered him, letting out the tiniest gasp. ‘The hand-holding guy!!!' she yelled in her head. She smiled warmly beneath her mask and greeted Hesh as he sat beside her. Latte is always fond of seeing familiar faces, especially previous patients. 

“Lieutenant David Walker, correct? Your brother called you David during your stay with us at the start of the year. I remember you! How have you and Logan been?” She beamed at Hesh, eager to chat a little.  

“Oh gosh, I uh—been great, Logan too. I’m sorry about that whole thing. My brother showed me the recording, and I have no idea why I was so determined to hold your hand.” Hesh said, sheepishly rubbing his buzzed head. 

Latte laughed a little at his flustered state, shaking her head a little. 

“It's fine, Lieutenant.”

“Please, Hesh or David is fine.” 

“Hesh, it is then. It's totally okay that you reacted that way! Plenty of people do silly things coming off of the drug. It's a common side effect.” She smiled warmly under her surgical mask, eyes squinting. 

“Can you please put your finger in here? And do you have a preference for which arm to use for blood pressure?” Latte opens the oximeter for Hesh. Hesh inserts his index finger in the pulse oximeter, and shakes his head no at her question.

“Whichever is easier for you.” He replied, watching her palpate his arm for his artery. As she felt along his muscular arm, He felt his stomach flutter, and his face heated up a little at the proximity. Hesh studies Latte’s face as she works on getting the BP cuff sorted out. Hesh notes a scar peeking out from under her chin where her mask didn’t cover her that trailed down towards the back of her neck. Shiny layered black hair and nicely shaped eyebrows, a notch in her left ear, a mole under her upturned eyes that squints when she smiles—

“—esh, Hesh? Can I use your left arm?” Latte’s voice startles him back to reality. Realizing he had been staring directly at her, he immediately breaks eye contact. Hoping she didn’t notice him staring. 

”Y-YEah, sure thing.” Hesh clears his throat and tilts his left arm towards her, his voice cracking slightly. He turned his head to where Logan was, and of course, Logan had a shit-eating grin and made a hand-holding gesture by dramatically raising his hands in front of himself and slowly lacing his fingers together. A blatant attempt at mocking him. He shot a glare at Logan, mouthing a ‘fuck you,’ earning a middle finger back from Logan. The brothers only stopped when Elias cleared his throat and gave them both a questioning stare. At the same time, Latte rolled his T-shirt sleeve up and tried her damn hardest not to drool over Hesh’s well-toned bicep.

The sensation of the BP cuff inflating brought Hesh’s attention back to Latte. She slid the bell of her stethoscope over his brachial artery, skillfully pumping the BP cuff up to 150 on the gauge and letting it drop. She listened intensely and watched as the needle of the BP gauge ticked down. In less than 30 seconds, she managed to get a reading of his blood pressure. She removed the BP cuff and pulse oximeter and reached for a temporal scanner. She quickly scanned Hesh’s forehead before jotting down all his vital findings.

“Just a few more things. I Need to listen to your chest and stomach.” She puts on her stethoscope and waits for Hesh to lift his shirt. 

“Sure.” He sat there waiting for her to do what she needed. Latte looked at him expectantly. He looked back, confused, wondering why she was stalling suddenly.

“Oh, sorry! I forgot to mention that I’ll need you to lift your shirt.” 

“Oh! Right, yeah.” 

He pulls his shirt up, and Latte leans to place the scope on his chest. But Hesh flinches at the cool metal and accidentally elbows her under her chin. She lets out a small ‘eep!’ of surprise while he rushes to apologize.

“Sorry! Are you hurt?!”

“Sorry! The scope is a bit cold.” They apologized to each other at the same time.

“Wait why are you sorry? I bumped into you.”

“…I’m Canadian.” 

The two sat in a moment of awkward silence. Hesh has never been this flustered around a person before. He is sure that if he turned his head back, Logan would be there trying to hold back his laugh. He just prayed that his father didn’t witness his idiocy. On the other hand, Latte was kicking herself internally for saying ‘I’m Canadian’ like a goofball instead of offering a proper response. She placed the stethoscope bell in her hand and warmed it up.

“… Are you ready to be auscultated now? It should be less cold this time.” 

“Uh, sure, yeah.” 

She leaned in again and gently placed the bell on his pec. She moved in a ladder position down his chest and to his sides. She then moved to his stomach, listening for sounds in all four quadrants. From the outside, she was calm, but as she continued to assess him, she suddenly realized something: He had a really well-built body. This sudden realization sent her reeling. She has seen countless soldiers and inspected countless other athletic bodies, but this is the first time her heart has jumped like this. 

‘NO! THAT'S YOUR PATIENT STOP!!!’ The rational portion of her mind screeched. 

‘But… he’s hot…” The less rational part countered. Latte chose to redirect her mind to the sound of Heshed breathing instead of her inner dialogue.  

“Lung sounds are clear, heartbeat is good, active bowel sounds in all four quadrants…” Latte mumbles her findings. She was attempting to distract herself.

“Does it hurt when I press on your stomach?” She palpated his belly with the flat of her hand, feeling her heart leap into her throat as his muscles twitched under her touch. 

‘This is just a routine assessment. This is just a routine assessment. This is just a routine—‘ Latte chanted repeatedly in her head as her hands touched across his abs. Hesh shakes his head no. 

“Good. I have just a few questions left, and that's about it. What symptoms did you experience last week?” 

Hesh pauses to ponder momentarily. “stomach pain…and maybe headaches? Not anymore, though.” 

“Okay, any other GI symptoms? Things like dia-” 

“No! Uh, I mean, there's none.” Hesh frantically responds before Latte can finish her question but realizes he may have appeared rude. He lets out an awkward laugh.  

“That's good. Your baseline is fine. Just make sure you hydrate and monitor for any more symptoms. You are free to grab someone else for the assessment.” Latte beams at him before wiping down her equipment in preparation for the next person’s turn. 

“Thanks, Latte.” Hesh flashed her a crooked smile, and Latte felt her stomach do another small flip at his smile. She quickly dismissed the feeling, opting to remain professional, and sent him off with a small ‘No worries!’. He got up and returned to his seat. 

“You sure took your time. And your ears are reddd~” Logan’s taunting voice confirmed Hesh’s suspicion that he was observing Latte and Hesh’s interaction throughout the assessment. 

“Shut up and go, it's your turn, Logan.” Hesh took out his beanie and tugged it over his ears before putting his arms on each other and laying face down into them, ignoring the strange looks from his teammates. 

“So, Logan, is it? Nice to see you and your brother again. I just need you to—“

”Are you single?” 

“I...I am, but why are you asking?” Latte managed to squeak out, shocked at his directness. 

”No reason; I'm just curious since you asked lotsa questions about us, so it's fair, no?” Logan grinned knowingly.

After a short while, Logan returned to his seat, and Keegan went up for his turn. He nudges Hesh again, and Hesh peeks at Logan with a half-glare.

“What now?”

”She's single.” 

“What? How did you—“

”I asked, and she said she is. Go for it.” Logan gave Hesh a grin. 

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After everyone had been assessed, Latte packed up her bag. Hesh watched as she spoke a little with Elias. Elias thanked her for coming up to the base, and Latte waved her hands and told him it was no big deal. She pulls out a printed piece of paper with information on the location of her hospital and contact details for her unit in case there are any questions. Before she could step out, Hesh mustered up the courage and walked up to her, offering to walk her back out of the base. 

The pair silently strolled through the base and stopped just outside the gate, out of earshot of the soldiers guarding it. Hesh stood with his hands in his pockets, and Latte fidgeted with her bag strap. She was about to say goodbye to Hesh when he suddenly spoke up.

“So…Latte, is that a nickname?”

”No, haha. It's actually my English name. My mom saw it on a café poster.”

“What's your actual name? If you don't mind me asking, that is.”

”Mmhmm, I don’t mind, it’s Chinese, spelled S-H-U-X-I-N. Kinda hard to say to non-Chinese speakers, so I just go by La—”

”Shu..Xin? Is... that right?” 

Latte froze. She looked straight at him in surprise. He said it right. HE SAID IT RIGHT.

“Ye-yeah, that's the right way to say it!!” She almost cheered.

Hesh flashed her a big grin before looking a little nervous. He took a big breath, “Say… Latte, I still feel terrible about what happened that day. I mean, I know I was not in control of my actions ‘cause of the meds. But you nearly lost your job, and I need to make it up to you somehow… Are you free this weekend?” Hesh held his breath, staring at Latte and waiting for her answer, 

“Are you... asking me out?” Latte’s bewildered expression jumps out before she can control her face.

“It's okay if you don’t—”

“No! No, I am free. I will make sure I am!” 

Hesh lets out an enormous sigh of relief, suddenly really thankful for having a brother like Logan in his life. 

“It's a date, then!” he exclaimed. He grabbed his phone and exchanged contacts with Latte. The pair said their goodbyes before Hesh returned, almost skipping into the base like an excited teenager again, leaving the gate guards confused. 

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“What did she say?”

”She said yes!”

”You owe me one Hesh.”

[gunnrblze]

The sibling dynamic between Hesh and Logan has rotted the innards of my brain. Long ramble of me reading into this too much and probably making it personal below the cut, lol.

They’re extremely close, grow up practically codependent, at least from a certain point onward. Hesh brothers Logan in an almost fatherly way sometimes because their actual father places this responsibility on him (albeit largely unintentionally I imagine), for the literal sole fact that he’s two (2) years older than Logan. That’s it, just two. He got parentified like a lot of older siblings tend to be, purely due to circumstance of being the eldest. If Logan was older this dynamic would most likely have been the same thing. Hesh was pushed into this protector role regardless of how he feels about it.

And I wonder how it would’ve panned out had Elias tried to foster a more ‘behave as a unit’ approach rather than ‘Hesh protect Logan regardless’ type thing. Logan followed in Hesh’s footsteps (QUITE LITERALLY!) and strived to be just like him. During all their training, they “became men” together and learned how to communicate non verbally to the point where they’re near fucking telepathic.

Yes they fight together, yes Logan was there for Hesh always, “Logan has my back and I have his, we’re brothers” yes yes yes. But Hesh was damn near playing caretaker for him sometimes. From the beginning of the game we see Elias telling Hesh to look out for Logan constantly, and he continues to throughout the entire game. And at the end when Rorke drags Logan away you can hear the pain and the panic in Hesh’s voice (duh). Can see him trying to reach for him and crawl to him. From the beginning to the end, Hesh is Logan’s big brother in every sense of the word. From childhood to the moment Logan is drug off the beach, Hesh is right there with him like a guardian angel. Or more like a guard dog maybe lol. And I just wonder what difference it would’ve made if Elias didn’t force Hesh (whether he meant to or not doesn’t even matter) to shoulder the burden of not only growing up himself, but guiding Logan so heavily at the same time.

And what gets me the most about this is that Logan is just as experienced as Hesh, minus those two years that Hesh joined the army before Logan turned 18. They trained together, Rorke implied that Elias trained them a lot himself, and Logan is just as capable. Just as intelligent, prepared, skilled, etc. Yet in some parts of the game, it almost seems like his ‘baby of the family’ role follows him, despite being a skilled spec ops soldier fighting an active war, and it’s just so interesting to me. I just know this has gotta be a deep seated thing for Hesh, to have been his brothers guardian in a sense, despite only having two years on him. He was just as young and confused, just as in need of guidance, and yes Elias provided a lot of that for the both of them, but Hesh kinda had to wing it a lot I think. He didn’t have an older sibling to look up to because he IS the older sibling being looked up to.

And on the flip side, how is Logan meant to interpret that growing up, in any other way besides ‘Hesh knows more, does more, is better than me, knows better than me, etc’ type of thing? You’re being looked after by an older sibling half the time, of course you’re gonna idolize them more than a sibling might do so even in a regular/healthy circumstance. Like yea that’s his big brother and he’s gonna look up to him regardless, but you’re only two years younger being silently treated like you’re in need of this caretaking….c’mon. Elias created a dynamic in which the two of them are so codependent, that it had to have hurt Hesh on an even deeper level to lose Logan than it already would’ve. That would already be soul shattering in the first place, especially with the dogshit ass circumstances they were in, but to lose the little brother that you most definitely feel personally responsible for…? This is why I think Hesh would genuinely be tweaking the fuck out post beach.

And to add onto this ramble about Merrick becoming like a mentor to Hesh, I can see Hesh getting some actual older male guidance without the addendum of ‘also here’s this other guy you need to look out for’ being healing in a way. Dare I say Keegan/Kick would even become like an older brother figure to Hesh and kinda fill that hole, the older brother he didn’t get.

Anyways idk I’m insane about them always. You unintentionally made your sons codependent on one another, and then you die, and then one son is taken, blah blah we know what happened. I mean damn lol.

[gunnrblze]

Mood boards for the Ghost boys (+ my oc Strike)

Hesh-

Logan-

Elias-

Merrick-

Keegan-

Kick-

Rorke-

Strike-

[gunnrblze]

Thinking about Merrick being like a mentor type to Hesh post beach

Hesh would be the most insufferable person to be around. He’s depressed, irritable and angry as fuck, has rage episodes and just generally having the worst fucking time with his dad being dead, his brother missing and experiencing god knows what, and his country still being ran into the fucking ground, all at the hands of The Worst Guy Ever.

I think he’d butt heads with Merrick a lot for a while, the two both being quite hotheaded/reactive in general, but after allat…? Kick and Keegan have to diffuse many arguments and fights because Hesh is struggling not to fall off the deep end and with Merrick now being their commanding officer, he just isn’t taking any of the BS regardless. Hesh has to learn how to handle himself he decides, especially considering they may never get Logan back. That they still have a mission regardless of how anyone feels.

So Merrick sucks it up. He lets Hesh get away with some of those smartass remarks, tries to quell his own argumentative nature, cuts him some slack in the emotionally and psychologically fucked up department, etc etc. But that doesn’t mean he doesn’t try to redirect the younger man’s energy.

Hesh is ever observant, despite being so wound up and ready to pop at any moment if necessary, that he notices Merrick slowly easing up on him. So he asks why. Maybe Hesh mouths off to him one day, and instead of Merrick arguing back, raising his voice about learning a lesson in respect or needing an attitude adjustment, he lets it slide. Gives him that stern look, tells him to walk away, whatever.

Hesh is all confused because honestly, he knows he’s acting a fool. How could he not? Nobody expects him to be having an even remotely okay time, and he knows he’s always one slight inconvenience away from bursting everyone’s bubble.

So why is Merrick of all people letting him get away with some of this behavior all a sudden? Why is he responding so differently? It almost makes him more upset. Hesh is so pent up that arguing and fighting and going on missions to shoot people’s heads off just fuels his fire, the chaos almost feels comfortable because it matches how he feels inside. It’s a distraction from missing his people so bad that he can’t even breathe sometimes.

When Merrick explains, in his own stiff way, that he’s trying to help, that he knows the old man would hate to see his son like this, that he knows yelling back doesn’t help, won’t help them find Logan anymore than they’re already trying, it clicks a bit for Hesh.

If Merrick can reel it in a little, maybe he can. Maybe he doesn’t need to slam doors and raise his voice at people and cry himself to sleep most nights because Merricks there to talk, if he wants. He’s there to go to the shooting range with him and let him waste a dozen rounds when he’s upset, there to let him rant or get his emotions out, there to not replace Elias, but to give him that older male guidance that he lost.

Why? Cause Merrick knows exactly what it feels like to have everybody you care about torn out from under you.

[spicelold]

headcanons

[spicelold]

Yay

[cloangi]

Was playing COD Ghosts Campaign today and got the random urge to draw the Walker brothers (my bbg's. I love them 😔🙏)

Keegan reference 🤯

Back to Hesh and Logan

RILEYYYYY 🗣🗣🔥🔥

[cloangi]

I wanna hug every single person in the Ghost team so tightly and warmly it's not even funny. I NEED to feel them (I hug people once in a blue moon and I'm not even a hugger in the first place 😔)

I mean, honest reaction to seeing all of them at once in one area irl, would have me lowkey being scared, since groups of grown men scare me.

But hey, just a fantasy and thought that I think about at times. I love the Ghost Team a lot.

[milkteaarttime]

First Meet (Pt.1)

This is the first meeting of my OC Latte with the Ghosts. A big shout out and thanks to @blacktacmopsi for allowing me to reference the MRE fic she wrote! It's my first ever fic; please be kind to me and enjoy (^ V ^ )!!!

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Hiking up the trail leading to the nearby makeshift military base was not how Latte expected to spend her weekends. Well, it's not like she had any expectations for the weekends. She's always called back to the hospital for work because of a lack of nurses after the ODIN event or because the unit is understaffed. Whenever she was promised a day off, her manager called her to get to the unit and help. So when the phone call came at 6 am, blasting her out of the peaceful sleep she was in. She was surprised that her manager tasked her not with coming into the unit to help but rather with a travel shift day. 

“Some special task force is coming to the base near us for a check-up. They said it was food poisoning related.” her manager said. 

“Isn’t it usually the RN or the nurse practitioner’s job to travel out of the hospital for checkups?” Latte asked a slight protest in her voice. 

She’d much rather stay in. Yesterday, she had a shit show of a shift, and her manager promised her she’d get today off. Although, her manager says that every time she's supposed to have a day off, only to call her anyway. So, unfortunately, Latte is used to her manager’s shenanigans by now. 

‘At least she's speaking nicer to me after I threatened to quit that one time,’ Latte thought, attempting to find the silver lining. 

“…We all did a lil’ vote and decided you should volunteer!” She said as if she was congratulating Latte for winning the lottery. “Since you’re so polite, we figured a little Canadian niceness would be better for these folks!” 

“Lauren… I don’t even have words right now.”

”Sorry, but there are only 2 RNs here today, and our nurse practitioner is sick. We can’t afford to send an RN out. Anyway, I sent you the details and the location of the base. Good luck!” 

Her manager then hung up faster than you can say, ‘Labour law violation.’ She let out a sigh before she began packing her essentials. “Stethoscope, portable pulse monitor, manual blood pressure cuff, a temporal thermometer scanner, penlight, notepad, and pen…So much for letting me have the day off, huh?” She grumbled as she listed each item being shoved in her sling bag. She looked at her comfortable room before sadly walking out, locking the door behind her.

“I think I'm almost there…” Latte mutters, looking up from her GPS and taking in her surroundings. The forest around her is a gorgeous green, dewdrops glistening in the beautiful early morning light. The lush vegetation and the crunch of gravel under her boots are a refreshing change from the narrow hallways and nose-stinging disinfectant-scented floors of the hospital unit. She was even able to see a chipmunk today. 

‘It has been a while since I could take a nice walk.’ Latte smiled, pulling down her surgical mask and inhaling the crisp morning air. A gentle breeze brushed against her face. ‘Maybe today won’t be so bad after all.’

She finally arrives at the temporary base after a rather pleasant 20-minute walk. She energetically greets the two soldiers standing guard at the entrance. Latte explains she was assigned to do nursing assessments for some soldiers here—something about a bad case of food poisoning. The guards exchange a glance, confusion and suspicion evident on their faces.

“Weren’t told anything of that sort. You don’t look like the usual nurse I’ve seen from the little hospital down the trail. Name?” The older-looking of the two soldiers chimes in sternly, narrowing his eyes at her. Taking aback by the sense of hostility from the soldiers, she quickly tried to explain,

”Uh…My name is Latte. I was sent here by—" She attempted to show them her ID and explain before being cut off. 

”Latte? Like the coffee? Look, Lady, If you are messing with us. It ain’t funny.” The soldiers begin eyeing her suspiciously. 

‘Jesus, they are not bullshiting about the security here!!’ Latte panics internally. She wasn’t sure what to do. The longer she stammers for an answer, the more suspicious the soldiers are of her. So far, any attempts at an explanation have been shut down. She wanted to say fuck it and go home, no call, no show, get fired, and maybe she won’t have to answer her inconsiderate manager’s calls, and won’t need to show up to the shitty unit the next day, and won’t need to work overtime without pay again and—

”Easy fellas, we asked for a nurse.” A different voice stuns her out of the little exhaustion-fueled spiral her mind was funnelling down. Her head whips at mach speed towards her saviour—no, saviours. She took in their appearance: an older man with short white hair followed by a man with no hair, but at least he's got a beard. The pair strolled up to where Latte was standing. The white-haired one gave her a reassuring smile before nodding to the soldiers guarding the gate,

“We called for the nurse. Some of our boys aren’t feeling too great. Sorry for the mix-up.” The soldiers guarding the gate backed off with a quick ‘yes commander,’ allowing the two men to lead Latte into the base. 

“Sorry, kid. Our men are just cautious. We can never be too careful with the feds still crawling around.” The older gentleman with white hair piped up after a little walking. The bald man behind Latte grunted in agreement. 

”Ah- Where are my manners? I’m Elias Walker, the commander of Task Force Stalkers.” Elias glanced towards Merrick. “And that's Merrick, my captain.” Merrick nods at Latte. 

"It's nice to meet you, commander and captain, um...my name is Latte, Latte Wong." She often feels a little embarrassed introducing herself. When her family first immigrated to Canada,  her mom saw the word 'Latte' on a quaint little local café's menu and decided it was cute enough for her two-year-old daughter. She wishes she received a regular English name like her little brother Viktor. He was lucky their mom didn't see his name on a café menu. Sometimes she wishes he received a dumbass name, too, so he could match her, like Americano or Muffin. She could go by her birth name, Shuxin, but that would mean countless butchering of the pronunciation. Plus, as stupid as 'Latte' may sound, this name is given to her by her late parents, and she's reluctant to let go of it. 

“Latte? A special name you got there.” Elias chuckled, “That a nickname?” 

“No, commander. My parents didn’t speak English, and my mother thought it was cute?” she answered, nervousness creeping up her back as she tightened her grip on her bag strap. 

“You got family here?” Elias spoke up once more as they approached a building with a smaller gate. While Merrick went up to press the buzzer and verify their Identities, Elias looked at her, waiting for her answer. 

“It’s just me and my little brother after ODIN, commander.” She responded honestly. Elias nodded knowingly at her, sympathy and perhaps empathy in his gaze. Before anything else can be said, the gates open, allowing the men and her to enter the building. 

The two of them led her into a large meeting room of sorts, two of the three tables pushed near each other, making a larger table on the left side of the room, multiple giant screens mounted to the wall in front of the larger table, the last table on the other side of the room. The men sat around the larger table, some donning different yet similarly designed masks. Some notable men were one seated with a skull mask with his eyes closed, one in a white-streaked black mask, another with his mask on the table in front of him, a man with a buzzed head and an interesting facial hair style sitting next to a dark blond that looked similar to him. The one in the black mask and painted white streaks looked up from his computer at the sound of the door opening. 

“Ah Commander, and Merrick, welcome back.” He said, amused, “That didn’t take long.” The other men quieted their chatters and looked at their leaders, waiting for orders or explanations. Latte filed into the room after them, hiding behind Merrick’s stature. “It was a quick walk, Kick. We said we would be back soon.” Elias responds to Kick before turning to address the rest of the group.

“Boys, after the review we sent back to DOD, the heads decided that a health checkup must be completed to ensure that no one has lingering side effects from eating those MREs.” As Elias began, the faces of the men around the table contorted into disgust and pain at the mention of said MREs. Elias shot Merrick a glance, and Merrick moved to the side, revealing Latte’s short form. With the spotlight suddenly cast on her, she can't help but feel a little out of place under the gazes of these elite soldiers. But when her eyes scanned across the room and landed on a familiar-looking face, the buzzed head, mutton chop facial hair… She was stuck staring at him for a while as she jogged her memories to recall where she had seen him before. 

“The head sent us a nurse from nearby,” Merrick commented, then looked at Latte, expecting her to introduce herself. Realizing that the attention was directed at her again, she snapped out of the impromptu staring contest she accidentally held with mutton chops. 

“Uh…Good morning everyone…My name is Latte. I was instructed to come here at the last minute by my manager Lauren. I am from the hospital—The small one just by the base.” Latte stammered through her introduction, feeling ridiculous once more about her name and praying that no one was secretly thinking, ‘What dumbass name is Latte?’ Or smirking under their masks. “I understand that usually a more experienced nurse or a higher calibre nurse would be the one to do out-of-site visits, but something must have come up on the unit!… So, I was sent. My manager didn’t explain why, but I will do my best to assess you guys.” Latte attempted to hide the shakiness of her voice and smiled reassuringly at the men in front of her. 

“So…Uh...Let's get started! If it’s okay, I will set up a little questioning and assessment booth at that table on the far side of the room.” She looked at Elias, waiting for his approval. 

“Sure.” Elias agreed, and before he could offer his help, Latte sprung into action, grabbing two extra chairs, hauling them to the unused table, and beginning to set up. Elias looked back at the group, “So, who wants to go first?” 

[nonchalant-abby]

So ive come up with keegan, merrick, and hesh would 100% be girl dads.

Logan is giving very much boy dad but im not sure for Kick yet. Hes leaning towards boy dad for me??

I feel like this au would be awesome say if an entire thing were to happen (like the current Ghosts were to be held hostage), and then all of the kids would have to come up with some crazy last minute plan to save their parents?

I might write this if it makes sense??

OKAY, picture this:

an au where all of the Ghost boys have a kid, and their kids go on to take their parents places in the Ghosts team (kinda like Hesh and Logan but not so miserable?)

Possibly including Hesh and Logan??