#Lieutenant Parker

[pedroam-bang]

Valkyrie (2008)

[witch-of-fanart]

Meeting the Father page 12

Becky's dad is fuming at the sight of his daughter being held by a teenage criminal boy! Hopefully his big brother will help to calm him down.

[lieutenant-25-of-the-501st]

he should have proved he could. dangit Maddox.

Peter: Hey do you think I could fit fifteen marshmallows in my mouth?

Maddox: Peter I love you, but stuff like this really makes me think you’re being a menace to society.

Strike: And a coward, do twenty.

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I Knew You Were Trouble || Whumptober Day 4 - J. Seresin & Shy!Wifey

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synopsis: things hadn't been great between the two of them for some time, but she never knew there was another woman involved

@ailesswhumptober prompt: betrayal

word count: 2.2k

warnings: infidelity, cheating, mentions of a miscarriage, unhleatiy coping mechanisms, grief, heartbreak

“I didn’t know he had a wife.” 

From the moment that Y/N had met Jake, she had heard the whispers. The rumor mill was anything but quiet when it came to Jake Seresin. He was the hotshot aviator with a pretty smile and a reputation for leaving a trail of broken hearts wherever he went.

Y/N had taken a gamble when it came to Jake. She knew that Jake could basically have any woman or man that he looked at. No matter how many times Jake had said it, it took Y/N a long time to really believe that she was it for him. That she could be enough and more for him. 

Y/N lost count of how many Navy balls she had gone to in the past seven years of being by Jake’s side. She could remember the very first one he had ever taken her to, the one where he had met her dad for the very first time. Jake had been so scared to meet the infamous James ‘Hercules’ Parker, but it was also the night that Jake realized he couldn’t live without Y/N. Now, seven years and three kids later, the Seresins walked into the banquet hall hand in hand. 

But what was supposed to be a fun first night out since the birth of their third child, Eli, quickly turned sour when Y/N overheard what she was assuming was supposed to be a private conversation. 

“Did you know Commander Seresin is married?” A woman asked her friend, her voice barely above a whisper but echoing in what they assumed was a vacant restroom. Y/N froze as she had just walked into the restroom and heard her husband’s last name. She pressed her back against the wall, craning her head to hear the conversation.

“Uh yeah,” Another female scoffed, “He’s only like obsessed with his wife. . . why?” 

The first female, a blonde ensign who had just started her career as a TopGun cadet, froze. Her eyes turned red as she stared at her friend in the mirror. A look of horror and guilt was written on her face. 

“I didn’t know he had a wife.” 

The second female gasped, her eyes wide as she looked at her friend through the mirror, “How could you not know!?"

"I didn't know."

It was as if the air had been sucked right out of the room as the blonde started crying over her admission. Y/N felt bile rising in her throat as tears threatened to spill from her eyes. She placed a hand on her racing heart, walking backward until her back hit the restroom door. Spots clouded her vision as she turned and fumbled to get the door open, trying to escape as quickly as she could. 

“I didn’t know he had a wife.” 

The words felt like daggers to her chest, as her head started to swim. She wasn’t sure where she was going, or where her body was leading her. All she knew was that she needed air. She needed to get away from the crowd, from the stares. She felt as though all eyes were on her as she cut through the crowded ballroom towards the exit on the other side.

Did other people know? Of course, they had to know. Everyone knew everything when it came to Jake “Hangman” Seresin. Was that why a whole table of young lieutenants were staring at her? Mocking her? Laughing at her? 

Those five words replayed over and over in her head, as her brain conjured up the worst images it could imagine. Her loving husband, and that gorgeous blonde woman with perfect tits and a perfect body. Y/N couldn’t but wonder; did he hold her the same way he holds her? Did he say the same things as her? Did he touch her the same way? Her throat felt like it was about to close as she nearly reached the exit. She pressed her hand against the door, feeling the rush of fresh air enter. 

“Oh! There she is!”

Y/N felt a hand wrap around her arm, stopping her in her trance. The hand pulled her back, making the door shut and closing off her chance at escaping. Y/N looked away from the door to see her husband’s dazzling smile.

A smile that usually made her feel warm and safe, now made her feel nothing but red-hot anger, “Gentlemen, this is my beautiful wife, Y/N.” 

Jake wrapped his arm around his wife’s waist, holding her close to him. Normally, the gesture made her feel calm. Although she had gained a lot of confidence in the past half-decade, she still had some insecurities. It made her nervous to meet new people, especially people who had the power to make or break her husband’s career. But standing next to him, after hearing the confession in the restroom, all Y/N wanted to do was cry. She wanted to push his arm off of her and run out the door. But she knew better than to do that. She had watched her mother for years play the doting wife to the Naval Admiral, and she had followed right in her footsteps. 

Y/N rolled her shoulders back, taking a sip of air to push the nausea down, and put a bright smile on her face. She held her hand out and greeted the Admirals in front of her. She nodded her head and listened to them sing the praises of her husband. Jake does his usual bit where he tells them to stop flattering him, that they are making him blush, which gets a loud roar of laughter.

Y/N looked at her husband, who had his Old Hollywood movie star smile on his face. He was clad in his white full-dress uniform. Gold medals shined to perfection. The ribbon rack is put neatly and carefully together. Not a single piece of blonde hair was out of place. It made Y/N feel sick. 

“Well, we’ll let you two enjoy the rest of your night,” One of the admirals said, giving you a wink, “Don’t get too crazy. . . We just got this one back from paternity leave.” 

“Don’t have to worry about that happening again,” Y/N said quickly. Jake furrowed his brows and looked at her. She’s never said something like that before. Y/N gulped, glancing quickly down at her shoes before back up at the admiral, “It was nice meeting you.” 

“You too,” The admiral nodded and walked away with the rest of them.

Jake was silent for a moment before he turned to face his wife, a concerned look on his face, “Are you alright-” 

“She didn’t know you had a wife,” Y/N said, looking Jake right in the eye. Jake felt his heart pounding in his chest as he looked back at his wife. Y/N hated fighting, she had confrontations. Whenever they argued, it usually led to her breaking down in tears. But, there was not a single tear in her eye as she stared Jake down. 

Jake opened and shut his jaw a couple of times. His head was swimming for the right words to say to her, but he was coming up with nothing. Instead, he placed his hand on the small of her back and led her towards the doors. Y/N silently agreed and followed him. Jake gathered Y/N’s coat and the keys to their car. The tension was thick between them as she slid the coat on her arms and followed Jake to the car. 

The ride home was silent as their minds were running a mile a minute. Y/N’s eyes were trained on the world outside while Jake was white-knuckling the steering wheel. He was thinking how the hell she found out and Y/N was thinking how the hell this happened. 

Sure, things hadn’t been perfect between them. Losing a baby affects even the strongest of couples. But they were Jake and Y/N. They got through things like this and came out stronger on the other end. They didn’t let little things like rumors and gossip ruin what they had. 

But this was different. This wasn’t just rumors or gossip. 

Y/N couldn’t help but let her mind wonder again. She closed her eyes tightly trying to will the images of her husband and another woman away from her brain but it was no use. She wondered if he thought about her. If he had thought of his vows. If he had taken his ring off. What had he said to that blonde to get her into bed? Jake was a charming man, Y/N could remember the first time they met and how giddy she had felt. She wondered if that woman felt the same thing. 

“Stop the car,” Stop the car,” Y/N mumbled, holding her first to her mouth. The thoughts plaguing her mind made her feel sick to her stomach, “Pull over,” She sucked in a breath of air, trying to keep herself from gagging. 

Jake looked over at her, “What?” 

“Pull the damn car over!” 

Jake complied, pulling off to the side of the road. Y/N hardly waited a beat once the car was in park, to throw the door open and get it out. She stumbled a couple of steps towards the back of the car, before bracing her hand on the side and vomiting up her dinner. Jake cursed as he put the hazards on and got out of the car. He quickly made his way to her, reaching to pull her hair back. 

“Don’t touch me!” Y/N snapped, pushing his hand away from her. She took a couple of paces away, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. Tears were now streaming down her face as she stood on the shoulder of the road, “Why?” She turned to face Jake, “Why did you do it?” 

“Sweetheart, please, let’s get back in the car and we can discuss at-” 

“No!” Y/N yelled, “You don’t get to do this. You don’t get to try and coerce me into dropping this and moving on. . . You cheated on me?” 

Jake moved forward, but Y/N took the same distance back, “It meant nothing-” 

Y/N laughed and shook her head, “That’s supposed to make me feel better? You having a meaningless hookup with some ensign is supposed to just magically make things alright? Cause it doesn’t, Jake. It doesn’t!” 

“It was an accident! I didn’t mean for it-” 

Y/N scoffed and rolled her eyes, “Your dick doesn’t just slip into someone on-” 

“We lost a baby!” Jake yelled. Y/N snapped her head towards him, a bewildered expression on his face. Jake hardly ever mentioned the miscarriage that they had suffered before conceiving Eli. He had gotten a bit teary-eyed about it, but other than that, he had been the rock that the family needed during that time. 

“What does that have to do-” 

“You acted like it was no big deal. Y-You just brushed it off after a couple of weeks and wanted to start trying again. And then you got pregnant and it was like that baby never mattered. You didn’t seem to care when the rose bush in the backyard died. You just… you basically forgot.” 

“I forgot?” Y/N whispered, “I? Me? The one who lost the baby. The one whose only job was to house and protect and grow the baby, forgot that I lost them?” 

“I just-“

“That moment haunts me all the time,” Y/N clenched her jaw, “I hear that silence all the time and it’s so fucking loud.” 

“Well,” Jake shifted on his feet, “Ya know what. . . I felt like you were using me! All you wanted to do was get pregnant right after we lost the baby! There was no love, there was no relationship.” 

Y/N scoffed, “And that's your reasoning for cheating on me,” You shook your head, "You weren't the only one feeling the lack of love. You hardly touched me unless I was begging you to. You were pushing me away."

“I needed you and you weren’t-” 

“And you don’t think that I needed you?” Y/N’s voice broke, “I was holding myself together with tape and glue while taking care of our children and mourning the loss of a baby I will never get to know, and grow another one. I was terrified! I was scared to move! To breathe! Every single appointment I was scared to go to! And you were too busy burying your cock into a twenty-something-year-old to notice!” 

“You didn’t tell me!” Jake yelled back. 

“I shouldn’t have to. I am your wife! And you are my husband. You should be loyal to me and only me. You should have confided in me about your feelings, but instead, you confided your dick into someone else.” 

“It wasn’t even sex,” Jake mumbled. 

Y/N burst out laughing. She ran her hands through her hair and tugged at the roots, “That’s supposed to make me feel better?” 

Jake just shrugged. 

Y/N shook her head, and looked down at her feet, “I-I can’t do this tonight.” She brushed past Jake, getting into the car and settling back in her seat. 

Jake let out a sigh, tilting his head back and looking up at the sky. He prayed for anything to come down and take him out, just so he didn’t have to look into the eyes of the woman he loved. The woman who he broke.

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[weebsinstash]

I talk about two different fandoms in this kinda long post but, you know, we've been talking about a lot of the more negative, angst heavy ideas that usually revolves around being burned or betrayed and them having to grovel for your forgiveness, the special catharsis only those stories can bring, but I've been having a lot of ideas on... what if Reader straight up vanishes/leaves their yandere group because they feel like a fucking loser

Like, we keep talking about Spiderverse for example. There's a scene in My Adventures With Superman where Lois Lane finds out there's a multiverse society of other Lois Lanes and she's going through a computer and finding out that, by comparison, she's actually kind of a "failure". She's seeing records of versions of her that were Nobel Prize winners at 19, extremely accomplished, hell it's just meant as a fun reference but one version of her is even a Keyblade Wielder

Imagine being you in the Spiderverse and slowly over time you just start feeling. Bad. All of these other Peter Parkers and their variants are usually so talented, inventors, engineers, technicians. You can't gracefully somersault and perform intricate acrobatics like Gwen Stacey, you can't invent your own tech, you're not some super genius, you're just. A normal person. I can only imagine the absolute fucking punch in the gut of being in the Spider Society for an extended period of time and, feeling like you fit in just a little bit, you fit in here more than your home dimension, you even have nice conversations with Miguel from time to time (which are more significant to him than you know), and suddenly, more Yous start getting scouted, Yous with their customized costumes that are so flattering and chich and mech suits and degrees and accolades and partners and children. You're just in the lunch room one day feeling depressed and they all swarm you trying to eat with you and be friendly, "so what are YOUR studies in? I'm a molecular physicist!" "I served in the army as a lieutenant before I was bit!" "I'm a gold medal Olympic gymnast! What sports do you have medals in?"

And you just. Blink at them, feeling tears well up in your eyes. "I'm just a normal person." before leaving your tray and your food you've already paid for behind so you can run off to cry. Later on you see a bunch of Yous gathered around giggling and you can pick up what they're saying with your super senses and they're all standing around talking about what a fucking loser you are. "They don't even have a degree OR a date!!" just standing around fucking LAUGHING at you

You realize you're no longer needed in the Spider Society, that you're literally just a warm body, there's nothing unique or special or needed about you, you're literally just another body who can be swapped out with hundreds of others whenever needed, like, like a glorified retail employee. You wind up going to Miguel's office when it's empty and leaving your bracelet on a counter without a note or anything before warping home without any intention of, not only coming back, but ever being a Spider ever again (but uh little do you know he IMMEDIATELY notices when you go missing. You're here assuming you're so unnoticeable and unremarkable and the man flips his shit the second he finds out you just QUIT QUIT, he literally won't accept, he'll kept visiting your universe until you accept your watch back even if it means he has to force it back onto your arm and lock it in place. Don't you EVER try to go where he can't follow you or see you 🥺)

And then an idea for Batman because he's the other one we've been talking about off and on. I've been kinda writing blurbs for an idea where Reader is a small time Gotham hero who Batman runs into a few times, maybe starts considering you as Justice League material, and he eventually sees you're, completely alone and really going through some stuff and, after you get injured saving him and are left without a place to live, he lets you stay at the manor to heal up and you slowly start bonding with every member of the Batfam. Damian who is relatively new to the family is still being really outward and hostile and nasty and Bruce is starting to consider military school until he sees you two cuddling on the couch watching the news while the boy calls you big sister/brother/etc and later on the youth actually apologizes and, magically starts explaining his feelings (because you and him have had several heart-to-hearts where you've told him he needs to communicate better and how). Dick sees you bonding with Damian and starts spending time with you as the boy's favorite brother, starting to get attached to you as well, offering to teach you gymnastics. I can just see him taking you and Jason on a really fun parkouring run through the property or the city all costumed up, just to have fun and watch you smile. You open up to Jason about your childhood and the things that made you want to be a hero and he feels kinship with the anger in your heart, the urge to punish those who commit these atrocities, maybe do something even worse to them in return.

You're seemingly integrating into the Batfam EXCELLENTLY but, your demeanor slowly changes. You start seeming uncomfortable. You start mentioning how you feel like you've overstayed your welcome and start bringing up how, you've had enough time mentally and physically recovering, you need to get a job again and move out. Complete silence at the weekly family dinner as someone asks you how your day is and you reply you had a really good job interview that you hope to hear back from soon (you wont, not anymore). You're gradually getting worse, more antisocial, not wanting to join them for events or outings, not even spending time in the same room with everyone, holing yourself up in the room that was given to you. The Batfamily starts worrying and talking amongst themselves, conducting their own research and surveillance to try and figure out your mental state, but you don't want to talk. It's like you don't trust them with your feelings.

One night someone goes to fetch you for something and no one can find you: you left the manor without anyone seeing you and didn't leave any sort of note to let them know where you're going, and even left your cellphone behind, maybe suspicious that they could use it to track you. After a couple hours of frantic scouring the city, Bruce finds you smoking a cigarette, standing out in a park, just trying to get some fresh air, some space, some privacy, acting completely nonchalant and even annoyed by the man's concern as he tries to ask you what's wrong, and you're extremely reluctant to tell him, the man basically badgering you and wearing you down until you answer in the hope he leaves you alone

"Your entire fucking family makes me want to ACTUALLY KILL MYSELF, ok?! I'm not some, genius savant who knows acrobatics and dozens of martial arts! I'm not a gifted programmer! I'm not good at solving puzzles and riddles! I've never read Dickens or Kant, I can't just quote off all these famous references, I'm not some well-read computer with an eidetic memory who hears something once and basically remembers it forever! I can't rattle off the uses for polyurethane foam and the chemical compositions of the gas in your Bat grenades! I can't even pick up a new skill or new hobby or game without YOUR TEN YEAR OLD literally INSTANTLY being better at it than I am! I'm NORMAL! I'm not like you! I'm not like any of you! I'm a LOSER! So, so, I'm starting a new job on Monday and I'm going to start saving money to move out, ok? It's been MONTHS, I want OUT"

And because Gotham weather is notoriously awful it starts suddenly pouring down so now you're upset and sobbing AND wet as Bruce manages to usher you into the Batmobile, kicking on the heat as you're shivering like a soaked stray cat, and he doesn't say much outwardly to you, mostly seeming to just lend an ear before immediately taking you back home, but in his mind it's like "so what you're saying is... you need us now more than ever. You've been extremely depressed and hiding suicidal thoughts and feel alone without any proper purpose in life. I can work with that" and now they're up your ass now more than ever and, I'm growing steadily attached to the idea of a Bruce who actually MAKES you be not just a member of the Batfamily, but a crime fighter to help give you purpose and discipline, so. My man hears you essentially say "I'm jealous I'm not as talented as you or your family and I feel like a loser because I can't do cool things too so I want to leave and never see any of you again. I'm not even good enough to do hero stuff so I'll just go back to being a normal person :(" and he deadass replies "bet, here's your own hypercustomized Bat-themed costume that i already made for you, your training starts tomorrow 7am sharp"

[bullet-prooflove]

Having their hair washed by the other for Alden Parker

Tagging: @kmc1989 @sarakafarrah @mandy426 @caffeinatedwoman @elefrog25-blog

There’s blood in your hair, it mats the delicate strands together in clumps as you stand in the bathroom staring at your reflection in the mirror. Your skin is deathly pale underneath the lighting, there’s crimson speckles dotted across your cheek and pieces of brain and bone cling to your clothes.

You’d been barely a foot way when Liam had killed himself in your office. He’d stood right across your desk and pulled the trigger. This is the shit they don't show you in the movies, the reality and the mess that comes along with a gunshot.

That rape case you’ve been investigating, the one where Lieutenant Commander Stacey Daniels was repeatedly victimized, it was him. It was him both times.

He’d been careful in the first instance, meticulous even. He hadn’t left a shred of evidence. He’d treated her like a lover, whispering the sweetest things against her skin as he’d stolen a piece of her soul.

It’s during the second time he fucks up. He’s jealous and out of control, driven by impulse because Stacey, she was putting her life back together, she was moving on, getting engaged and Liam, he just couldn’t have that. He’d left his bitemarks on her flesh, his DNA in her mouth.

“I was blackout drunk the second time.” He’d told you as he removed the gun from holster and jammed it under his chin. “I only started to remember when I saw the crime scene photographs. I didn’t realise I was capable of something like that.”

“Liam…” You’d said as you rose to your feet.

“I’m sorry Lisa, really I am.”

You’d thrown yourself over the desk then, reaching for gun but it was too late.

Alden’s firm palms come to rest on your shoulders, drawing you out of the memory, his gaze meeting yours in the reflection.

“Let’s get you cleaned up.” He says softly.

You’ve been unresponsive since he’d put you in the car. You just keep re-living the event in your head, replaying the investigation, scrutinizing Liam’s behaviour. You thought you’d become good at spotting predators, you’d had no idea that you’d been working alongside one.

You don’t remember undressing, or stepping into the shower. By the time you come back to yourself Alden’s hands are in your hair, rinsing the blood and viscera out of it.

“That’s better isn’t it sweetheart?” He murmurs as he shuts off the water and wraps you up in the softest towel you own. “That's much better.”

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How about a scenario where male reader is a sidekick to Steve named Lieutenant America whoes similar to how Bucky was in the comics originally, and him and Peter are sort of rivals with a lot of sexual tension between them.

"This will not stand, sir! I refuse to cooperate with that so-called hero.'" Y/N said as he paced around the room while his mentor, Steve, and Bucky watched him with amused smiles.

Y/N was Captain America's sidekick during World War II. He was known as Lieutenant America and went on many missions with Steve, Bucky, and the Howling Commandos before he was frozen in suspended animation like Steve. He awoke in modern-day New York and joined the Avengers in his red and blue costume and black mask. It's also how he met the most annoying person in the world. Peter. Benjamin. Parker. Better known as Spiderman from YouTube.

It was no secret that Steve and Tony were on opposite sides of things whenever their integraties were questioned, but they managed to make it work, unlike, Y/N and Peter, who fought and argued that it seemed like sexual tension.

"It'll stand, soldier." Steve smiles. "What have I told you? A good soldier works with all his friends and even his rivals."

"But that's just it, Cap. Peter Parker is an untrained loose cannon. He's just an overly emotional high and mighty pretty boy. I refuse to work with him on this mission." Y/N says.

"Yeah? I don't wanna work with you either, Stars and Gripes." They turned to see Peter in his Spiderman costume with a visible frown on his handsome face. "You think you know everything, Y/N. You should try loosing up."

"Yeah, it's all a big game to you, isn't it, Parker? I know soldiers worth ten of you. Real heroes. Not little boys playing dress up."

"Alright, you know what you pompous, arrogant, stick up the ass little shit." Peter got close to Y/N, and before anyone could throw the first punch, Steve and Bucky got in between and separated them.

[werewolfsmile]

Fam, your Were-wolf Eliot head canon post came up in my queue for reblog and I re-read it and gotta ask,

Does Lieutenant Bonanno know? And if so how did he react?

Tara was with them long enough to find out, how did she react to "Sparky"?

(Also I am majorly inspired by the image of Quinn just showing up when he's in town for a wolfy play date (and yes both Eliot and Quinn have threatened Hardison not to call it that, Parker gets a pass calling it that cause she's Parker and she'll call it that anyway threat or no threat) and I was wondering if you'd be okay with me trying to write that scene and tagging you when it's done?)

-- @scotchiegirl

Ahh thanks so much for asking!! You've made my brain start thinking about this fic and headcanons all over again!!

Bonanno finds out during the events of The Boys' Night Out Job. After all the other crazy stuff he has to deal with from Nate Ford & Friends, he just throws his hands up and says, 'of course you are. of course werewolves are real. i should'a known.' and goes about his life. But every time they play cards, he squints at Eliot and warns him against using his enhanced abilities to win.

"No funny wolf business, y'hear? We try to keep it a clean game." Eliot just blinks at him. "I don't have x-ray vision, dammit!"

Tara figured it out before the rest of the team did but she never said anything about it, knowing that he was keeping something like that secret for a reason. But when Sophie calls up to rant about something Eliot's done (after the team's found out), Tara just laughs and says something along the lines of "classic Sparky". Sophie is like, wait, you know??? And Tara's like, oh you know now too?? Finally!!! And then they gossip about Eliot and werewolves and all the weird stuff they've encountered on grifts. Because, really, finding out Eliot Spencer is a werewolf is one of the least-weird things to happen in Tara's life.

WOLFY PLAY DATE OH MY GOSH YES THAT'S EXACTLY WHAT IT IS!!! Ahhh you may absolutely write the scene, I would be honoured! Though fair warning that I have plans to include it in my fic of this whole AU, The Full Moon Job. And if I read your version of it before I write my own, I may be influenced by what you write. So as long as that doesn't bother you, have at it!

(shameless link of my fic included for anyone who might be interested)

[guinea-pig16]

Something Better || Chapter 7: Nightmares

Ghost x Reader x Soap

Fic is below the cut !! Please read the previous chapter here if you haven't already !!

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Word Count: 4,400+

Warnings: Suicidal thoughts, self-loathing thoughts, graphic depictions of injuries, mentions of dead bodies (not real dw), guns, gunshots

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Bullets ricocheted off the walls as you and your teammates sprinted through the hallways. The fluorescent lights buzzed overhead as you ran, mocking your panicked state. This was not supposed to happen. This was supposed to be an easy in and out mission, not a full blown battle zone. You fear your calls for backup went unheard. Your heart jumped as you spotted an exit. You motioned to your teammates the exit location.

“I’ll cover you guys, move out!” You yelled. They nodded and ran by you. As they passed, you counted each member. Your chest sank as your last teammate passed you. Someone was missing. You grabbed the last soldier’s arm and held them back. 

“Where the hell is Parker!?” You yelled.

“He’s not already left?” They asked, worry lacing their voice. You shook your head and wracked your brain for where Parker could be. You let go of the soldier’s arm and motioned for them to head through the exit.

“I’m going back for him, go join the others and await backup.” You said and started moving back further into the building. 

“Wait, you’re not going back alone are you!? That’s a death wish!” Said the soldier, grabbing your shoulder. You shrugged them off and gave them a determined look.

“I will not leave anyone behind, now move soldier!” You yelled. They hesitated for a moment, and then ran after the other team members. You raised your gun and slowly began making your way through the building. You followed the sound of distant gunfire.

You pressed yourself against the wall and shifted closer to the edge of the doorway. A stray bullet whizzed through the open door. You could hear men yelling inside. With a deep breath, you burst through the doorway and shot at the assailants inside. Within seconds, they were down, having been caught by surprise. 

You glare at the figure that starts to slowly rise from behind a table. Storming over, you hit Lieutenant Parker upside the head.

“What the fuck were you thinking!? How the hell did you fall so far behind from the rest of the team!?” You yell, dragging him out from behind the table by his collar. He ducks his head staring at the floor.

“...I saw Veseli heading down this way after watching us scramble from the meeting room. I… I thought I could finish him off… That maybe this mission wouldn’t have been for nothing…” He says, gripping his gun tightly. You look at him, guilt welling up in your chest. You led them on this faulty mission. You should’ve checked it out for yourself before jumping in…

You huff and rest a hand on his shoulder. “...Don’t worry about it. But you’re goddamn lucky someone like you is hard to replace, or else you would’ve been left to be dog food…” Parker chuckles at that. You give him a grin. “Now come on, we’re not outta this hell hole yet. The rest of the team’s waiting outside. I’ll cover you.” He nods and the two of you inch towards the door. Parker peeks out into the hall before slipping out, giving you the motion to continue. 

You slip out as well, remaining as quiet as possible. You both creep down the halls, bodies of your assailants littering the floors. As you near the exit, you hear footsteps and shouts in the distance. Dammit… They just keep coming… You think to yourself. 

“Parker, make a run for the exit, I’ll cover you.” He looks at you in shock.

“L/N, you can’t be serious-” You cut him off, focusing entirely on the opposite end of the hall.

“I refuse to fill out a K.I.A. form tonight, Lieutenant. Now get your ass out of here.” You feel him hesitate. “Dammit, Parker, NOW!” You hear him start running down the hall. As he ran, gunmen round the corner, barely getting the chance to raise their weapons before you mowed them down.

Grunt after grunt came, but none were able to do anything against your onslaught. But they were starting to wear you down, your cartridge in your gun running low. You dropped your gun when it drew blanks and pulled out your pistol. You started back down the hall, inching towards the exit, trying to kill as many as you could. You couldn’t, wouldn’t, let them get to the rest of your team. 

“L/N! Get out of there, there’s too many!” You heard Parker yell from behind you. You whipped around, seeing him standing in the exit doorway. Fury boiled up inside of you. I told that little shit to get out of- The thought was cut off as bullets riddled your back. A gasp left you as you felt three of them enter right underneath your vest. Blinding pain erupted from your lower spine as you collapsed. 

You couldn’t feel your legs as your body met the ground. Loud ringing filled your ears as you numbly tried to sit up. Fiery, white hot pain ripped through your spine as you shifted slightly. You tried to move your legs to no avail. It felt like they were gone, like they didn’t exist. You heard more gunfire, and felt a pair of arms start dragging you down the hall. Each movement was agony, it felt as though someone had ripped off your lower spine.

Someone was speaking to you as everything around you faded to black. You closed your eyes. Opening them, you saw you were standing in a void. You looked down, and saw yourself, being dragged down the hall by Parker. Blood gushed from your lower back and torso as you laid there limply. You blinked, but you were no longer staring at yourself and Parker…

It was Soap, it was his lower back riddled with bullets, and it was Ghost dragging him down the hall. You tried to rush to help, but you were glued to the inky blackness, frozen, forced to watch as he bled out, as Ghost tried to save him. 

“This is just a dream, it’s just a dream, this didn’t happen, it’s okay, they’re okay!” You told yourself. Your voice echoed throughout the void. The figures of Soap and Ghost stopped, as if they were frozen in time. 

“But it could have happened… Because you hesitated…” Rang a voice from the darkness, your voice. “You almost got them killed… What happened to you could have happened to them… Because of your carelessness…” You looked at the figures again, only this time…

The entirety of 141 were sprawled on the ground, riddled with bullets, bloodied, dead. Gaz, Laswell, Price, Soap, Ghost. All of them. Dead. 

“It’s your fault… You caused this…” You shook your head, tears welling up in your eyes. The voice echoed those words, louder, louder, louder. You tried to cover your ears, close your eyes, but you could still hear it, still see their mangled bodies. You dropped to the ground, unable to bear it any longer. A scream ripped from you and then-

You jolted upwards, a gasp tearing from your throat. Your breaths were labored as you quickly took in your surroundings, sweat clinging to your skin. You were in your room, laying in bed. You exhaled and pressed the heels of your palms to your eyes, attempting to calm yourself. It was a nightmare, it wasn’t real… You repeated to yourself. … But it could have been… You sucked in a breath. Guilt ridden thoughts started welling up inside, the darkness of your room feeling heavy on your shoulders. You curled in on yourself, trying to breathe.

It was suffocating, the darkness, the words that clanged in your head. You had to leave. You snatched your cane as you jolted from your bed and lunged for the door, wrenching it open. As quickly as you could, you made your way through the silent, empty halls, the clacking of your cane seeming to echo throughout the base. You needed air.

You thrust open the door that led outside and took in a deep breath. The crisp, cool night air filled your lungs as you breathed, and breathed, and breathed. You plopped down on a bench next to the door and stared at the moon. From what you could tell from its position, it was probably around 3 or 4 in the morning. You sighed and leaned your head against the concrete exterior of the base. What a shitty week… You thought.

It had been almost a week since the last mission, you had been avoiding everyone, unable to face them. Everyday, you would send a request to Laswell for a transfer, and everyday it would be denied. You couldn’t understand why she refused it, had she not seen how royally you fucked up? You froze at the worst possible time. You could have gotten the team killed if it weren’t for Laswell’s quick thinking. You huffed a bitter laugh. If only the team could see me now… How pathetic I’ve gotten… Your chest burned with memories of them… How they looked at you with admiration. It wasn’t 141 you were thinking of, it was your team… Task Force 441…

You frowned as you remembered your last meeting with them, while you were still bedridden in the hospital. You hadn’t said a single word to them the entire time. You didn’t even say goodbye to them when they left. How long ago was that…? A year…? A year gone by, and you’re right back at square one… How pathetic of you…

You heard a shuffle from the doorway. Turning your head lamely, you suddenly froze when you saw Soap standing there. He seemed to have the same reaction as you, him staring at you like a deer in headlights. His mohawk was ruffled, and he was dressed in a tank top, sweatpants, and a pair of slippers. You both stared at each other for an uncomfortable amount of time, neither of you knowing what to say.

“Um… How’s it goin’...?” Says Soap, slowly. He cringes internally at his words. He’s pretty sure he knows damn well how it’s going. Not good! 

“Um… Fine I guess…?” You say, looking down at the gravel beneath the bench. A beat of awkward silence bounces between the two of you. 

Soap hadn’t meant to find you. He had woken up only a few minutes prior with the need for a drink and had been on his way to the break room when he saw the outside door open, a night breeze sweeping down the hall. It was just simple curiosity that led him here.

He hadn’t seen you since your outburst on the blacktop. That was about a week ago. He tried to talk to you only once after it happened, but was met with icy silence. He figured you just needed time alone. He considers going back inside and leaving you be. But… Just looking at you, he can tell something is eating you alive. There’s dark circles under your eyes, and your face is soulless and blank. You probably want to be left alone… But something in him keeps him from turning around. He’s seen Simon the same way. He can’t let you do this alone…

Against his better judgment he fully steps outside. “...D’ye mind if I sit whit ye for a moment?” He says gently. If you said no, he’d go back inside, no questions asked.

You take in a breath, preparing to tell him to leave you alone, but… You stop yourself. Do you really want to be alone right now…? Besides, does he really deserve to keep being pushed away like this? You sigh and wave your hand.

“Be my guest. I can’t tell you where to sit.” You say. Your focus remains on the ground as you feel him sit next to you. Silence washes over the two of you, but it’s not as awkward as before. You close your eyes and rest your head on your hands. Thankfully, it seems as though your thoughts aren’t as loud as earlier. Probably because you’re embarrassed someone’s found you in this state, especially Soap, who was the last person you wanted to find you like this.

Soap observes you as you sit there with your eyes closed. You look so small right now… So vulnerable. He can’t see any of your usual confident attitude, that sense of unwavering strength and determination. You look like a shell, a void that will swallow light whole. 

“...How come yer out here?” He asks. He didn’t know if he’d get an answer or not. It wouldn’t bother him if you didn’t. He’s used to his questions going unanswered, having had that happen to him many times with Simon.

You sit there for a moment, considering. You let out a sigh. “Oh… You know… Nightmares and stuff like that… Nothing I can’t handle. Just needed to… To get away from it for a moment…” You say, exhaustion heavy in your voice. You were tired. Not just physically, but mentally. You were tired of being ripped from sleep by memories you wanted to forget. You were tired of being in your own head. 

Soap hums in acknowledgment. You’re not the only one who’s been dragged from sleep because of nightmares. Both he and Simon have had to console one another after particularly bad ones. 

“...D’ye want t’ talk aboot it?” He asks softly. Once again, he wasn’t expecting a yes or even an answer from you. It was more so a gentle offer, a reminder that you can talk to him and he would listen for as long as you needed.

You sat there, head still resting on your hands, pondering. It’s not that you didn’t trust Soap, hell, you trust the man with your life. You just… You didn’t know if you could bear telling him. Would he look at you differently? Would he treat you with pity, or disgust when he found out about your failure? You turned slightly to look at him for the first time since he came out here. He was sitting next to you patiently, his eyes void of judgment or pity. Maybe… Just maybe…

You let out a long sigh and sat up. You leaned against the wall of the base and crossed your arms, staring up at the moon. A minute or two of silence passed by. Soap turned his gaze from you and looked at the moon as well. Perhaps you weren’t ready to talk.

“I used to be the captain of Task Force 441.” You say, eyes never leaving the sky. Soap’s eyes widen as he whirls his head to stare at you, shocked. He knew you were a part of the team, but the captain!?

You can see his shocked expression out of the corner of your eye and grin a little. “I know, I don’t look the part, do I? Especially not now.” You let out a sigh and close your eyes. “I was handpicked by some of the higher ups, along with the other 6 members.” A smile graced your lips. “We were together for years, kicking ass, scaring off baddies, we felt unstoppable.” Your smile dropped from your face. Soap didn’t dare say a word, afraid you’d stop talking.

“...Do you know what our last mission was?” You asked quietly. Soap thought for a moment. He’d heard vague rumors. Some said it was something so violent it made them all quit. Others said it was a ruse so the team could retire. None of them felt like the truth though.

“Only heard rumors, didnae think any of them were true…” He said. You let out a bitter chuckle.

“Superiors must’ve kept the reason under wraps then…” You say. You look at the moon once more. “Several of our missions prior had been to take down operations from this criminal organization in southern Europe. Illegal weapon trades and all that. The leader, Bedarin Veseli, didn’t like that for obvious reasons.” You shut your eyes. “He managed to find out who we were, who we worked with. He… He went straight for our intelligence officer… My friend…” You clenched your fists. “He offered her a massive amount of money to lead us on a false mission so he could eradicate us… Apparently the offer was too good to refuse in her eyes…” You sighed.

“So, she cooked up a mission for us. She said she’d gotten word that Veseli had a group of hostages locked up in an abandoned base… The same base where Graves was hiding in earlier this week.” Soap’s eyes widened at that. So that’s why they were acting so strange… “We, of course, accepted it. I… I didn’t think to check out the facts myself…” Your eyes glazed over, lost in the memories of that night. “We went in, expecting it to be an easy in and out. We’ve rescued hostages dozens of times before, how difficult could this one be?” You chuckled. “How foolish we were… How foolish I was… We had gotten to the meeting room where the ‘hostages’ were supposedly being held. What we found instead were dozens of armed lackeys with big fucking guns.”

“Honestly, I’m surprised none of us were injured in the initial onslaught. We barely managed to get away.” You smiled. “Veseli may have had the manpower, but he still underestimated our skill. Sure, he caught us off guard, but everyone managed to escape.” Your smile slipped. “...Well… Not fully intact, I suppose…” You rested a hand on your right leg. “...I had managed to get everyone out, except for my second in command, Lieutenant Parker. I went back for him, ordered my team to remain outside and await backup.” 

“I found him and dragged his ass to the exit, but not before more of Veseli’s men found us. I managed to mow down most of them, told Parker to run for it as I covered him.” You turned your attention back to the night sky. “...I got distracted and then boom. Shot in the back. Three of the bullets managed to hit right under my vest… Next thing I know, I’m in the hospital, being relieved of duty and told I’ll never walk normally for the rest of my life. I dream of that night every time I try to sleep.” Your words ring in the night air. Soap sits there next to you. He doesn’t know what to say.

The two of you are silent for a few minutes. Soap watches your face. It’s utterly blank, devoid of any emotion as you stare silently at the moon. He feels like he should say something, offer condolences, offer anything. He opens his mouth.

“I sometimes wish I had died that night.” You say quietly. Soap freezes, cold washing through him. You continue.

“Those months after the mission, I had hoped, begged, prayed to anything out there to let me die. I thought that dying was better than to lose my purpose in life, to face my failure… My failure as a leader, as a team member… as a soldier…” You looked down at your hands, taking in the details of your palms, your calluses, proof of the work you had put in to get where you are today. “I thought that death was better than the humiliation of defeat. Better than the knowledge that my enemy had gotten the better of me, that he had turned my friend against me, that he had crippled me for life…” 

“...I thought that I had overcome that. I thought I had found a new purpose… But after the last mission… After I froze up and almost got you guys killed…” You grinned, but there was no amusement behind it. “Am I any better than I was then?” You gritted your teeth, your clenched fists trembling. “I let my emotions overcome me, let them blind me as they blinded me then. I knew there was something weird about the mission… I knew that there were holes in the story… But I… I didn’t question it… I didn’t look into it myself… Blindly trusting it because she was my friend… Like a lamb to slaughter…” You let out a broken laugh and pressed your hands to your face.

“Rather pathetic, huh?” Your voice cracked as you spoke. Your eyes burned behind your hands, throat bobbing. The dam of emotions inside you was wearing thin.

Soap’s brows furrowed as he watched you attempt to ground yourself, as you tried to brush off what you had just revealed. You were broken. You had been shattered, betrayed, and had shoddily picked up the pieces. You had laid all your soul bare to him, and were still trying to keep a brave face.

He gently laid a hand on your shoulder. “...Ye really think it’s yer fault…?” He asked. Hands still pressed to your face, you nod, body trembling. He removes his hand from your shoulder and crosses his arms, letting out a huff. “...Well that’s the biggest load o�� shite I’ve ever heard in me life.” You slowly process his words, your hands lowering from your face as you turn to him.

“...Huh…?” 

“I said that’s the biggest load o’ shite I’ve ever heard in me life! Ye did nothin’ wrong! Ye were jus’ followin’ orders! How cuid ye have known ‘at she had betrayed ye? Especially if she were yer friend!” He sighed. “Yer real smart… But honestly yer actin’ like a right roaster right aboot now!” You furrow your brows. Roaster…? The fuck does that mean…?

He placed a hand on your shoulder again. “It wasn’t yer fault. Ye did whit any solider wuid’ve done. The only way ‘at bastard gets the better of ye is if ye let yerself fall into a hole ye cannae get out of.” You look at Soap, stunned. He glances away and rubs the back of his neck. “... Yer an incredible intelligence officer, one o’ the most skilled I’ve ever seen. Sure, ye froze up, but shite happens. None o’ us fault ye for it… It’d be a shame ifn’ye quit on us… We all… We all really like havin’ ye on the team…” He pulls his hand away. “We’ve all been through hell. ‘Ats the life of a soldier. But, we have each other… At the end o’ the day, we’re all surrounded by people who get it, get us… So, don’t think yer alone in this…” You let his words sink in.

You reflected on the past few months. Ever since joining 141, you had started to feel like yourself again. The joking, the banter, the conversations, every moment made you feel alive again. You had felt like you were alone, that you couldn’t talk to anyone about this. But you weren’t alone. Soap had reached out to you, so had Gaz, Price, Laswell, hell, even Ghost.

A smile creeped onto your face, and you turned to Soap. “...Thanks, Soap…” He gave you a grin.

“...Ye can call me Johnny, ifn’ye want to, ‘at is…” He said, face flushing slightly. You chuckled.

“Alright, thank you, Johnny, for listening to my tragic tale.” You say sarcastically. He huffed a laugh at that. The two of you sat in a comfortable quiet for the first time that night.

“D’ye miss yer old task force?” Johnny asked. You let out a hum as you thought.

“...I do. They were like family to me. I’m not… I’m not as upset about my leg anymore… I mean, look at where I am now, I’d never have gotten here without it happening I suppose.” You turned and grinned at Johnny, nudging his shoulder. “Besides, if it hadn't happened, I wouldn’t have met you guys!” He smiled and waved you off.

“Ahh, yer jus’ sayin’ that…”

You scoff. “Am not! I’m really happy to have met you guys! Besides, if we hadn’t met, who would listen to my rants about true crime tv shows?” Johnny places his face in his hands.

“Cannae believe ye out-rank me…” He mumbled. You barked out a laugh and patted his shoulder.

“I out-rank you either way, buster. No matter where you go, I’m still your superior.” He groaned as you chuckled.

You let out a sigh and stand up, grabbing your cane and stretching your stiff legs. You yawn. “Well, it’s late and I’ve barely slept. I’m gonna try to catch a few more winks before sunrise.”

Johnny looks up at you as you stretch. “So… Are things gonna go back t’ normal, then? Yer gonna go back t’ work whit Laswell?” You stop your stretches and look down at him.

“...Yeah… I guess so…” You rub the back of your neck and look sheepishly at the ground. “...Sorry if I worried you guys… I guess that’s really unprofessional of me…” Johnny waves his hand.

“Ah, don’ worry aboot it! Everyone goes through a rough patch every now an’ then!” He lowers his hand. “...Maybe next time though, don’ disappear for days straight…? Ye had Price and Gaz worried somethin’ fierce, even Ghost was gettin’ ready t’ knock yer door doon.” Your face flushes bright red with embarrassment.

“...I’ll keep that in mind…” You start to head inside, but pause and look at Johnny once more. “...Thank you, again. For listening to me… It… It really meant a lot.” He gives you a gentle smile.

“Aye, thas whit friends are for.” You smiled at him.

“Goodnight, Johnny. I’ll see you tomorrow.” He bids you goodnight as well and you walk inside.

Johnny listens to your fading footsteps and clacking of your cane, the sounds slowly being overtaken by crickets chirping. He leans back and rests his head against the wall. He never imagined tonight would have gone like this. He never imagined how hurt you were. He thought back to how you looked earlier, hands pressed to your face, voice trembling. He knew you had gone through hell but damn. He never thought it was that bad.

…Maybe that’s why Simon had tried to comfort you that day. Maybe he could sense you were broken too. Speakin’ of Simon, he’s probably wonderin’ where the hell I am… Johnny lets loose a sigh and stands, stretching his limbs. How long had the two of you been sitting there? Must’ve been an hour or more. He headed back inside, making his way down the hall.

Hopefully, after tonight, you’d be more comfortable sharing your thoughts. Hopefully, you wouldn’t feel the need to bury them inside until they burst. He reached the door to his room, and looked down the hall. A small smile tugged at his lips as he thought about your laughter earlier.

He hoped you slept well tonight.

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Heyyyyy..... So sorry that I haven't updated this fic in awhile.... I fell out of the COD fandom after my hyperfixation ended lol... But!! I'm not going to give up on this fic!! I think I have a good story and I wanna tell it!! But, updates will probably be slow tbh since I'm in school so.... We'll see how long it will take. But rest assured, this fic will be completed one way or another!! Ciao !!

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James Bucky Barnes: Fanfic 1

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Valkyrie (2008)

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Meeting the Father page 10

The boys are having a hard time wrapping their heads/ single brain cell around the fact this is the same daughter they saw in one of their last visits to the police station. They also don't recognize her whether they will or not is up in the air.

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a gold pen-is it Parker?

"You take the high road. I will take the low road."

Winters to Nixon, "Going my way?"

Not sure if irl Nix got the tanks from Gen Roosevelt, it is possible

"Lieutenant Richard Winters in the most utterly unhinged and inspiringg thing they've ever seen."

Nix " You take the high road this time, and I'll take the low road."

Winters asks "you going my way" again

this is just hilarious-Dick and Nix silently judging Peacock

Harry being sacrastic

Did Dick think Nix has an explanation for everything got screwed up

Web got bullied--

Lip and Buck dynamics

The Uden church tower scene

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Liveblogging the Aubreyad: Post Captain Part The Last

I've lost track of how many parts I put this into. I should've pared it down more but I wrote the notes in an insomniac fever dream and like.... writing them made me realize that I hadn't really followed it thoroughly the first time I read it, so perhaps the summary is mostly useful to me after all.

Part 1: honeys and financial ruin part 2: bearsona and Indiaman read the footnote part 3: HMS Shitshow vs. The World now part 4: gibbon-related crimes, sixty thousand bees, spanish treasure

I was going to tell you about the promotions first. Yes, the cutting-out expedition was considered a resounding success, both in the press and by the Admiralty, and so glory is showered down upon the participants, surely in parts equivalent to how deserving those parties are, yes?

no.

Jack gets his promotion-- he is made post-captain at last, which was his dream.

But this means he is now too important to command the Fanciulla, which was what he had been hoping for. So he is instead cast ashore.

The Fanciulla is suitable for a master and commander. So someone is going to be rewarded with a promotion from lieutenant to commander!

Rewards such as this are given by seniority. The senior lieutenant-- yep. Parker. Not Pullings, who actually did the work, who fought like a lion in the boarding party, with his bloody axe to cut the cables. Not Babbington, who was so nobly wounded, staggering around weak from blood loss with his arm bound to his chest still carrying out orders and doing his level best dizzy and sick and brave as fuck.

No. Fucking Parker.

Lord Melville asks Jack, looking very closely at him, if Parker is fit to command. Jack cannot, cannot, cannot tell the truth; he has to do the kind thing. (Not just to be nice, but because Parker does in fact have influential friends, and carrying tales against him would set Jack up to look very distastefully like a scrub himself, even though not doing so means lying directly to the First Lord.) And so, despite having nearly lost the ship to mutiny against Parker's incompetence and tyranny, despite Parker having spent the entire action ineffectually shaking on Polychrest's deck, largely incapable of speech, Parker is rewarded.

Jack diplomatically suggests that the former Polychrests be divided up among other ships, and the Fanciulla manned out of a fresh body of men, which to an attentive ear says all that needs to be said, but Melville is not a seaman and does not catch the significance. Still, it hopefully sets Parker up for more success, and frees those who have suffered under him already from further such treatment. (He later gives Parker a pep talk about not being such a fucking idiot. Parker swears he'll do better. He's so happy. Jack takes slight consolation from this.)

Lord Melville feels so badly about casting Jack on shore after having given him the world's most wretched ship and being repaid with this absolutely beautiful little action, knowing as he does that Jack cannot spend time ashore without risking arrest, that he offers him a temporary command. Jack goes aboard the Lively, a crack frigate, to allow her regular long-term captain to spend time ashore to attend a session of Parliament.

He invites Stephen to come along as his guest. Stephen for some reason cranks up all his weirdo dials and smashes the knob off, coming ashore in a knitted onesie carrying, for some reason, a glass beehive, to Jack's astonished mortification. The people of the Lively have all been together a very long time and are set in their ways, not unkind but not very open to outsiders. They are extremely competent, can perform complex operations of the ship following one single general order, can sail their ship perilously close to land without danger, because everyone aboard knows their duty and knows their ship. Well-bred all, they politely avert their eyes from Stephen's bizarreness, and carry on.

But they haven't practiced much gunnery, so Jack has something to improve upon. He avoids being scolded for wasting too much powder by finding various little onshore French batteries and blasting the shit out of them, which answers the purpose very nicely and motivates the people to like him at least a bit.

There is a bizarre interlude with the preserved head of a gibbon. Jack is required to oversee punishment, and a sailor is charged with stealing the taxidermied head of an ape from another sailor, but insists it is his own taxidermied ape's head. Stephen provides some hint of his worth in this case, as one of the sailors' apes was female and the other male-- Jack shows him the head and asks whether it is a male or female gibbon, and Stephen immediately identifies that it is male by the cheek pouches, thus exonerating the accused of the charge of theft, as the ape's head he claimed to have owned all along was that of a male.

And another hint of Stephen's true worth comes out in this notable conversation occurs at a festive dinner, spawning a joke that is repeated throughout the rest of the series:

“Dogs,' said the chaplain, who was not one to leave his corner of the table silent long. 'That reminds me of a question I had meant to put to you gentlemen. This short watch that is about to come, or rather these two short watches - why are they called dog watches? Where, heu, heu, is the canine connection?' 'Why,' said Stephen, 'it is because they are curtailed, of course.' A total blank. Stephen gave a faint inward sigh; but he was used to this. 'Mr Butler, the bottle stands by you,' said Jack. 'Mr Lydgate, allow me to help you to a little of the undercut.' It was the midshipman who first reacted. He whispered to his neighbour Dashwood, 'He said, cur-tailed: the dogwatch is cur-tailed. Do you twig?' It was the sort of wretched clench perfectly suited to the company. The spreading merriment, the relish, the thunderous mirth, reached the forecastle, causing amazement and conjecture: Jack leaned back in his chair, wiping the tears from his scarlet face, and cried, 'Oh, it is the best thing - the best thing. Bless you, Stephen - a glass of wine with you.'

Jack repeats that one constantly.

But by day he is in lower spirits and confesses to Stephen that he should never have pursued Sophie, he will never be solvent again and has no business trying to marry anyone, he could never offer her any kind of life and will not "pester her" any longer.

Stephen goes ashore, goes to Sophie, tells her she must go down to where Jack is anchored and ask him for a lift to the Downs. (Meanwhile he is informed that Diana has gone into keeping with Canning, as his mistress. Utter scandal.)

Sophie insists she will not do such a thing, could never be so bold. But, she does.

Stephen has to go do more intelligence things, so he leaves them to it. Sophie journeys briefly on the Lively, she and Jack come to an agreement-- not quite an engagement, but an agreement. Her mother strenuously objects and Sophie is left miserable at this conflict between desire and duty, but she remains resolute.

Stephen meanwhile has discovered that Spain is entering the war on France's side, and to do so needs the contents of a treasure convoy enroute from the River Plate to Cadiz. There's time to intercept it. Stephen asks that the Lively be included in this intercepting squadron, and his wish is granted.

(He goes to the opera after relaying this intelligence, and Diana is there, in a royal box, being a decorative mistress, on display, all artificial poise and poses, deliberately charming. Stephen is horrified by this tacky display. She sees him, but he is in a box and keeps the door locked, so when someone comes and knocks he does not answer.)

He goes aboard the Lively, where there is much confusion and uproar about the new orders. And despite his efforts, Jack finds out a little something of his role in Naval Intelligence.

'I have no idea,' said Stephen. 'God damn and blast the Admiralty and all its lords,' cried Jack. 'Utmost dispatch - muck up all one's plans -I do apologize most humbly, Stephen.' He read on. 'Hey, hey, Stephen? I thought you had no idea: I thought you had just chanced to come down with the messenger. But in case of separation of one or more… certain eventualities and all that, I am requested and directed to avail myself of the counsels and advice of S. Maturin, esquire, MD etc., etc., appointed pro hac vice a captain in the Royal Navy his knowledge and discretion.' 'It is possible that you may be required to undertake some negotiations, and that I may be of use in them.' 'Well, I must be discreet myself, I find,' said Jack, sitting down and looking wonderingly at Stephen. 'But you did say…' 'Now listen, Jack, will you? I am somewhat given to lying: my occasions require it from time to time. But I do not choose to have any man alive tell me of it.' 'Oh no, no, no,' cried Jack. 'I should never dream of doing such a thing. Not,' he added, recollecting himself and blushing, 'not when I am in my right mind. Quite apart from my love for you, it is far, far too dangerous. Hush: mum's the word. Tace is the Latin for a candle. I quite understand - am amazed I did not smoke it before: what a deep old file you are. But I twig it now.'

The Admiralty gave Stephen a temporary commission so that he would share in the prize money. Stephen is still hoping to use diplomacy, but without revealing himself as the agent; he has asked for and received a Spanish-speaking negotiator who he has carefully fed lines to, and rehearsed the arguments with.

They encounter the Spanish squadron, and the negotiator goes over to speak with them. Stephen knows the Spanish admiral does not fully support this war, and had hoped that with a large enough show of force, the man would feel he could honorably surrender without a fight. But no. The negotiator is returned, unsuccessful. They fight. The Spaniards fire first.

It is a complicated action, and bloody-- one Spanish ship explodes, which is always horrible-- and at the end, the fastest Spanish ship, bearing the treasure, strikes her colors but then hoists them again and runs.

The Lively is the fastest of the British ships, and so she pursues. The Spanish ship seems to be outrunning them, and Stephen wonders that Jack is not concerned. Jack has dinner laid for four-- himself, Stephen, the captain of the Spanish ship that struck to him during the action and who is even now a prisoner on his ship, and the captain of the fleeing ship ahead of them.

And then he spreads his last remaining sails, having needed a few moments to repair the spars that held them, damaged in the action. But now that they are up and drawing, as he knew they would, the Spanish ship has no hope.

They catch her, and he invites the captain to dinner.

At dinner, they drink a toast to Sophia.

Yes that's the end of the book! Finally omg. Congratulations we did it! The other books are nowhere near this long and hopefully now that I am getting better sleep I will be better able to summarize shorter rather than quite this extreme length. But we'll see.

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911: LONE STAR | S5 E1 LOGLINES

THE 126 RACE INTO ACTION WHEN AN ARMORED TRUCK IS HI-JACKED; OWEN GRAPPLES WITH HIS BROTHER'S DEATH; CARLOS BEGINS A NEW JOB; A FAMILAR FACE JOINS THE CALL CENTER ON THE ALL-NEW SEASON PREMIERE OF 9-1-1: LONE STAR MONDAY, SEPTEMBER 23, ON FOX The 126 race into action when an armored truck and its guards are attacked by a group of masked men. Carlos, in his new job as a Texas Ranger, is assigned to investigate the case. Owen attends group therapy with Tommy to deal with his brother Robert's death; Both Marjan and Paul each apply for the open lieutenant position, replacing Judd, who finds himself lost without his old job. Wyatt begins work at the call center and a major train derailment signals tragedy in the all-new "Both Sides, Now," fifth season premiere episode of 9-1-1: Lone Star airing Monday, September 23 (8:00-9:02 PM ET/PT) on FOX. (NLS-501) (TV-14 L, V) Cast: Rob Lowe as Owen Strand; Gina Torres as Tommy Vega; Ronen Rubinstein as T.K. Strand; Jim Parrack as Judd Ryder; Natacha Karam as Marjan Marwani; Brian Michael Smith as Paul Strickland; Rafael Silva as Carlos Reyes; Julian Works as Mateo Chavez; Brianna Baker as Nancy Gillian; Jackson Pace as Wyatt Harris; Skyler Yates as Evie Vega; Kelsey Yates as Izzy Vega Guest Cast: Parker Young as Ranger Sam Campbell; Jessi Case as Leigh Ann; Robyn Lively as Marlene; Alan Autry as Chief Rangers Bridges; Michelle C. Bonilla as Sara Ortiz

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Call of Duty: Black OPS OC - Koa Nikau

A Māori man who was from New Zealand. Who has a terrible past that he regrets having and wishing to change it back. The Captain of the New Zealand Army and is one of the STRONGEST and the BESTEST soldiers that the army could ever have. And that’s when the CIA had dropped the call to his General. Asking for some assistance.

GENERAL:

🔪 Name: Koa Nikau

🔪 Alias(es): 

Koa

Nikau

Hunter

Captain Nikau

Captain Hunter

🔪 Gender: Male

🔪 Age: 47 (in 1981)

🔪 Birthday: July 31st, 1934

🔪 Nationality: New Zealander

🔪 Place of Birth: Queenstown, New Zealand

🔪 Home: Queenstown, New Zealand

🔪 Spoken Languages: Māori and English

🔪 Sexuality: Heterosexual

🔪 Occupation: 

Captain of the New Zealand Army (Formerly)

Combat Specialist

Combat Engineering

APPEARANCE:

🔪 Eye Color: Dark Brown

🔪 Hair Color: Black

🔪 Height: 6’3”/190 cm

🔪 Scars: 

Bullet Wounds: Behind the left thigh and right collarbone

Scars: On his right palm of his hand, stabbing wound on his left and right hips, and some small scars on his back

🔪 Face Claim: Manu Bennett

AFFILIATIONS:

New Zealand Army:

General Aata Akahata

Colonel Tāne Arapeta

Lieutenant Rui Hehu

Sergeant Haimona Eruera

The Safehouse:

Alex Mason

Frank Woods

Russell Adler

Helen Parker

Lawrence Sims

Lazar Azoulay

Aleksandra “Aleks” Clarke R. (@alypink )

Bell

Australian Secret Intelligence Service:

Craig Alan Jones (@kaitaiga )

Others:

Charles Moore (@deeptrashwitch )

Abby Mason ( @revnah1406 )

FAVORITES:

🔪 Color: Silver

🔪 Food: Crayfish and Seafood.

🔪 Drink: Black and Bell Tea

🔪 Flower: None

🔪 Hairstyle: Leave it as it is.

PERSONALITY:

🔪 Myers Briggs Type: ISTJ Koa had loads of responsibility knowing that he is the Captain. So he volunteers to assist the new rookies that joined in the army. By teaching them Combat Skills or doing some craftings or even teaching them about vehicles. A very hardworking man.

🔪 Decision Maker: Since Koa has been in the army for a while. He usually makes mistakes when he first joins in but after a few years later. He had learned from those mistakes and made BETTER choices! So his judgment on deciding had improved and had always made good ones!

🔪 Protective: He’s quite protective with someone who he’d cared for. With his friends, his team and (maybe in the future) his family. For he had experienced something in the past that he wishes he should’ve done. And after that experience, he is MORE aware of everyone. To see if they are hurt or seeing someone who looked down or saw someone who needed help. And if he saw ANYONE trying to hurt someone else. He would walk over and give them that protective look as he gave them ONE warning. There is no SECOND.

🔪 Sincere: Koa is very honest and true. Lying is not an option for him. But there are limits that he will tell you the truth about himself. Afraid of what you will think of him after knowing about his past.

NEGATIVE:

🔪 Quick-Tempered: Even though Koa had learned many things about his mistakes. But there is ONE thing that he couldn’t get rid of. Is his TEMPER. But his temper now is not as violent as he was from the past. He is still learning how to cope with it but if you ever tried to push FURTHER with him. He won’t hold back unless someone ELSE has to stop him.

Skills and Abilities:

🔪 Fighting Style: Boxing and Kickboxing 

🔪 Weapons: MARS-L Rifle

🔪 Distinct Weapon: Browning High-Power, Carving Knife and Combat Tactical Knife

🔪 Special Skills:

Good Hunting Skills

Can do carpentering

Expert on Engineering

FAMILY:

Unnamed Father (Father, Deceased)

Unnamed Mother (Mother, Deceased)

Unnamed Uncle (Uncle, Father’s Brother, Deceased)

Unnamed Father-in-Law (Father-in-Law, Aroha's Father, Deceased)

Unnamed Mother-in-Law (Mother-in-Law, Aroha's Mother, Deceased)

Unnamed Brother-in-law (Brother-in-Law, Aroha's Older Brother, Alive)

Aroha Arehe Nikau (Use to be Ex-Wife and is now the Wife, Alive)

Hana Nikau (Eldest Daughter, Deceased)

Kai Nikau (Son, Alive)

Ari Nikau (Youngest Son, Alive)

Unnamed Grandson (Kai’s son, Alive)

Unnamed Grandson (Ari’s son, Alive)

Tama Koa Nikau (Great-Grandson, Kai’s side, Alive)

Maia Aroha Nikau (Great-Grandaughter, Ari’s side, Alive)

Akiro Nikau (Great-Grandson, Ari’s side, Alive)

Pets:

Pono (His Dog, Alive)

Shelby (His Snail, Alive)

TRIVIA:

🔪 His temper started when his father went out to war and had NEVER come back. He thought that his father chose work over his own family. And that makes him angry so much that it causes an argument with his mother. Who was DEFENDING her husband. So he ran away at the age of 15.

🔪 Koa never dated another woman after that divorce he took. He wanted to but yet, he had a feeling for that ONE specific lady that he wished to get back to. And doesn’t know if she’ll take HIM back.

🔪 He is the CHAMPION of arm wrestling. No one in the base could beat him! (Unless you tired him out. Lol.)

🔪 He use to drink LOTS of alcohol when he was married AND after getting a divorced. But ever since he joined the army and after his Colonel had helped him out. He drinks tea. Still drinks alcohol but not much as he use to.

🔪 Koa is an excellent hunter. Knows how to be stealthy and knows when to strike. His Uncle taught him every weekend.

Background Story:

(WARNING: Might mention about Abused and Suicide)

Koa was born and raised in Queenstown, New Zealand. On July 31st, 1934. He was his parents' pride and joy ever since he came into this world.

Around 1939, his father had left to join the army. Fending off the Nazi Germany with the United Kingdom. He was 5-years-old. Leaving his mother and him behind. 

And when Koa had turned 15-years-old. He kept questioning his mother very impatiently about when his own father would come back. Of course, he’s out there trying to protect their home. But Koa sounded pretty selfish enough that he thinks his own father wouldn’t even CARE in the world for his own family. His mother tried to reassure and reason with her son but because of his selfishness. He fled away from home. Not even looking back which hurts his mother’s aching heart. He fled from Queenstown, using his birthday money, to another place to stay. It’s still in the same town but he lived FAR away from where he used to live.

During that same year he ran away. He already got a decent part time job as an assistant in a mechanic shop. Surprisingly it was his Uncle (his dad’s brother) who owns the garage shop. He already told him about him running and he begged him to let him stay. Which the Uncle finally gave in and let him work for him. And had taught Koa as much as he could for him to stay home for homeschool lessons. Which he did pretty ok. And his Uncle would always take him hunting every weekend. That is their way of taking breaks. And when Koa was ABOUT to turn 16 the next year. His Uncle sadly passed away from illness and it really upset him that he has to lose another member of his family.

So after a few months, Koa is still working at the shop and that was when he met a woman who brought in a car with her older brother. He suddenly fell in love at first sight. And surprisingly so does she. The two often see each other from time to time and he found out that her name is Aroha, meaning “Love” in Māori. And Koa had decided to have the courage to ask her out. Which she gladly accepted but not her father. Her father had told Koa to never see his daughter again. He even gave him so much money for him to do so. But Koa didn’t. And so, he told Aroha to run away with him. He’ll leave his job to get a new one so they can live somewhere else. She hesitated at first but trusted him as the two already ran off without her family knowing. They have moved into Frankton. And decided to get married once they settle in.

Which they didn’t yet because of bylaws with the age. Koa was still 16 and Aroha was only 14. So they decided to wait until they’re old enough to get married. Koa was having a hard time to find a job that has good money in order for them to survive. But it’s even much harder when Aroha found out that she was pregnant. So Koa has to find a job FAST. And good thing that there were mechanic shops around. Since his past experience of working with his Uncle’s shop. He got hired as a mechanic and got paid pretty well. And started to take care of his family.

In July 1955, Koa and Aroha had finally gotten married LEGALLY in a court. With their two children besides them. The daughter is named Hana (5-years-old) and their baby son is named Kai (3-years-old). They have finally had their happy ending.

Until 1960, Aroha had gotten news that she’s having another baby. Which Koa was getting annoyed of and seeing their tight budget. So the most unusual words that he told his wife is to get RID of the third one. Which Aroha didn’t. And that’s when things got a bit violence from him. Koa had already been slapping Aroha across the face many times and was about to get rid of it himself. Until he finally gave in when his wife had begged him to let their unborn child live. So he did but it’s on HER now.

Ever since their third child was born, Koa has been going out with his coworkers. Drinking, hanging out and coming home late. Which really upsets Aroha. So once she confronted him, he was getting pissed off at her and yelling at her that it was HER fault. Arguing with her leads to violence. By being beat up and hitting her right in front of her two kids and the baby.

So they’ve been dealing with his anger issues for 5 years and it’s not getting any better. Almost every time he went out for drinks with his friends. He will always come back home in a VERY bad mood. So his wife and his children stay quiet. He even brought his friends into his own home. Without even thinking. Aroha was very uncomfortable at this because their kids were around but she can’t argue with him. Afraid that he might beat her up again.

That same year, Koa had come back home after drinking with his friend that night. And he suddenly heard his wife screaming. Instead of being annoyed by that scream. He suddenly felt his heart was racing. As if he felt something was wrong. So he ran through the house and went into the backyard where he heard his wife scream. And then froze at where he was standing. Saw his daughter had hung herself on the tree with the rope around her neck. His heart ached as he cried when he realized what he had done. She died at the age of 15. And that’s when Aroha had enough as she demanded a divorce with him. And she’s taking their two sons with her. He didn’t argue and just signed it before watching his family pack up and left.

Still the same year, Koa was still being a miserable man as he always was. Drinking so much, fighting in the bar and getting kicked out. Being jobless as well. He was so hopeless and was still living in the same old house where him and his family lived. He was just being drunk until he heard the door knocking. And when he got to the door, he saw a man in a uniform. A uniform he’s wearing for the army. Koa was confused as to why this man was here. This soldier introduced himself as Lieutenant Tāne Arapeta of the New Zealand Army. He wanted to recruit Koa to join the fight against Vietnam. His answer was obviously a NO. But when he heard this man mention his father. He found out that his father was a good friend of his back in the war where he went to. The two sat down and talked about it. Koa has been told the reason why his father hadn’t come back home was because he already passed during it. And he was trying to find his family to tell them the news but disappointingly he didn’t find them. Until one his father’s relatives had told him that they heard he already fled further down in town and it took a while for him to find Koa. And now here they are. Tāne had been telling him about his father being a great soldier. And he wished to come back home to meet the two of them again but…sometimes life wasn’t always so great to get what you wanted.

After some thoughts, Koa decided to join the army with the Lieutenant. And through some training after a few months. Koa has been chosen by Tāne to take his team of the SAS. To assist the Australian SAS Squadron at Nui Dat in 1966. That is how he met Craig (@kaitaiga OC) who is in charge of his own team. But only for a while when Craig had told him that he’s off to assist someone important which he can’t tell him because it’s classified. Koa understands and wishes him luck while he continues leading his men to fight and assist.

Until 1971, that is the year of the ending of the Vietnam War. Which means, Koa can go back to New Zealand. And he thinks that would be a great time to see his mother. But…he had found out that his mother had passed away a long time ago. Which pained his heart. And decided to live in his mother’s old house.

COLD WAR

A bit fast forward to 1981.

Koa had been serving in the New Zealand Army for a LONG time. And he had led his team to great victory through countless battles. Which led him to be the Captain of the NZ Army. And that’s when he caught the attention of the CIA.

Tāne, who is a Colonel now, had informed Koa that their General received a call from the US states. Asking for his assistance. Which is a surprise for him that someone from the US actually called a simple Māori man to help out. So he agreed to do this task and immediately left.

And joined in to meet the team in the safehouse.

Arthur's Note: Just to let you guys know. I made Koa's backstory as the inspiration from that movie that I've watched long time ago. Which it is called "Once Were Warriors". That's why I put it here in his story. It was very emotional and understanding about family and trying to learn to gain love again. And the only way to do that is that you need to change. And it's an ACTUAL Maori movies. But I don't know if that's an ACTUAL title since that was long time ago. It was sad... ANYWAY, hope you guys like Koa! (And don't worry, he's changing!)

And now to tag some of the Black Ops mutual. To let them know that I have updated my man's profile. Lol.

@revnah1406 @welldonekhushi @deeptrashwitch @alypink

@imagoddamnonionmason @kaitaiga

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