#Maybe... Maybe Ingo Beck next??

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'Resist': New chapter for "Redemption in a Spirit in a Cold War" is out!

"Resist"

"I need to resist...I need to resist..."

Chapter Summary: Yirina is trying to struggle at her best against what's Bellamy & Sarah are doing to her in that cell, the need for resistance has never been higher for her since Verdansk...

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Only you...this is the only song that I could hear right now as I was trying to struggle with the links they put around my legs & wrists but they were strong, the same as what happened in Verdansk. My left eye was hurting me at my highest point, feeling the injection they did to it and that was the biggest pain that I could feel, this was the only thing right now along with the ropes tying me up on that chair in the dark, in the middle of the room, that song in my ears and impossible to cry for help...that grey tape over my mouth...

That song was keeping me awake, avoiding me to close my eyes and try to no think about that situation and it was surely something that Sarah, Beck, Bellamy & Lukas wanted to do with me: making me suffer more & more until I broke down at their demands and for that, they got no better way...but to reenact what the CIA did to me...what Stitch did to me in Verdansk and they were doing it...either to finish what Stitch couldn't do...or just as a mean of torture...for their fun until I crack...but I need to stop it...

But nothing was going to help me here, no one was coming and Zasha...I don't know what's happening to them at the moment but...I'm fearing the worst and each time I was thinking of it, it was stressful, adding this to the pain I'm having. The only thing that could give me a hint of the time passing was...when the light was going on and the same people were coming inside the cell, repeating the same procedure with me: holding my head still...before Sarah came with her needle to inject it inside my left eye, adding more pain than before to that eye before going away and leaving me alone with that song in my ears...

The more time was passing, the more my body was willing to give up, my hands almost not responding when I was trying to move them, the ropes blocking them to do that and forcing them to stay with their palms on the armrests. Then, as I was giving my best to not give up control and stay up even if I wanted to sleep, the light goes on again, making me scared on the inside...it was going to be...the fifth injection that was going to make at me...five hours...and I will add one soon...as the door got open...

"Fuck..." I was surprised to see with what my left eye could see with the other one, Lukas himself accompanied by Beck and I was able to hear them despite the song in my ears, going lower than before. "What are they doing with her?" He demanded, entering inside the cell with his friend wearing a big black leather jacket.

"Scheisse...Nicht was Gutes, Lukas [Shit...not something good, Lukas,]" Beck replied in german, his eyes looking over me and sounding a bit worried. "Was genau machen Bellamy & Sarah mit ihr? [What exactly are Bellamy & Sarah doing with her?]" He added.

"Glaubst du, sie leidet darunter? [Do you think she's suffering from it?]" Lukas asked, joining into speaking german to Beck as I was trying to keep my eyes open at them.

"What do you think? Of course," Beck told him, his hands moving around my head to remove the earsets of my right wrist. "Just look at her, Lukas, she's hurt," He admitted before I could start to feel the rope around my left wrist going off, my eyes going wide as Beck was untying me.

"Ingo, what are you doing?" Lukas questioned him in a surprised and not-so-happy voice. "You're doing this after what she did to us? To Stone?"

"Lukas!" Beck said in a harsh tone, stopping as he turn his head to look at Lukas. "Maybe she did this but...she isn't deserving it at all," He confessed, a look on his face meaning it. "Imagine that it was you on that chair, would you like it?" He asked him, me trying to understand what's going between the two. "I'm maybe hating her for what she did but I've got a heart,"

"Ingo, she...she killed Stone," Lukas insisted, his right hand pointing at me

"I know but I can't let her suffer that, not after what I learned," Beck implied as for me, I was trying to keep a normal breath, feeling my heart beating a bit faster than usual. "Forgiveness, Lukas, forgiveness," He muttered, Lukas, looking down at his feet before he sniffs and then, moving at me to get the rope of my right wrist away. "Thank you, Lukas,"

"I'm not doing this for her but for you, Ingo," Lukas admitted in a raised voice, moving to untie my legs along with Beck before the latter finally decided to get the grey tape off my lips, my mouth finally feeling free...

"Thanks...thanks..." I chuckled, my voice sounding very low and very thirsty and even if my hands were free, there was like no strength in them to move...including my legs...

"Come on, help me to get her off that chair," Beck ordered, wrapping his arms around my left armpit before Lukas joined him, wrapping his own arms around me, the two getting me up from the chair and moving me behind. "There, should be better than this chair," Beck suggested as I could feel my back against the wall before the two put me down on the ground, finding myself back at the same spot before I was put on that chair.

"Ingo, we shouldn't do this," Lukas said after the two let go of me, my head looking down with my hands over my chest, just seeing from my view their feet. "If Bellamy & Sarah are seeing us..."

"No, I don't give a fuck about what they're saying," Beck cut him in straight in his words. "We're not monsters and if they saw us, I'll take the responsibility," He declared in a clear voice before I could see him kneel in front of me. "They didn't even tell her that she was here, preferring to make her suffer for their own good," He added, seemingly talking to someone but my mind was too much confused to know who it was.

"I thought that they told her," Lukas sounded confused at what Beck as a hand came into my vision, getting under my chin to get my head up, my eyes drifting to see Beck in front of me.

"See what they did? She's looking bad," Beck commented, checking me before he turns his head around back at Lukas. "Give me some water, she's thirsty," He demanded, Lukas immediately complying and getting outside the cell quickly, leaving me with Beck.

"Thank...thank you..." I whispered, keeping a lower voice.

"No need, just doing what's better," He told me in a normal voice, his hand staying below my chin to keep my head up. "I should hate you like Lukas but no,"

"Why...why not...hate me?" I demanded, trying to find my words and also to form a sentence without taking a breath.

"Forgiveness," He replied in a low voice before I could briefly see Lukas coming back inside the cell with a bottle in his hands.

"Here," Lukas handed over the bottle to Beck, staying up as Beck take it in his left hand.

"Here, drink some," He moved the bottle towards me, my lips slowly opening as Beck made me drink the water from the bottle at a slow pace, Lukas looking at me with crossed arms. "Should be good," Beck said, removing the bottleneck from my lips.

"Thanks..." I muttered, trying to form a smile with my lips at them but then, I could see Beck's eyes focused on my left eye.

"Oh, Scheisse," He cursed, his right hand moving near my eyes for a better look. "It's not looking great...almost infected," He commented before he look down at his black leather jacket. "Scheisse, it needs to be properly healed," He then removed his hands off me to get his jacket off him.

"What's...happening?" I asked him as he was taking things from his jacket.

"Your eye isn't looking great to see," He responded, gathering the few sorts of bandages that he was having around his vest.

"And I thought that you were wearing a dickey," Lukas scoffed like that, looking at Beck on the ground.

"Lukas, no time to laugh, help me or get out!" Beck ordered in a harsh tone in his voice before Lukas let out a sigh from his mouth, proceeding to kneel down along with Beck next to me. "Good, hold her head, I will apply some bandages and maybe they will stop injecting her with that thing," He suggested, Lukas, complying with his order to get my head still while Beck was wrapping a part of my

head with his bandages, covering a part of my face and dividing my vision...

"What the fuck are you two doing?" I then heard a loud voice inside the cell that frightened me as Beck & Lukas suddenly stop in their moves to look in the direction of the door, seeing Bellamy with Sarah...holding a handcuffed Zasha, still in their uniform and with stitches on their face, tape covering their mouth. "Who told you that you could be here?" He demanded.

"We wanted to see how she was, that was it," Beck replied in a normal voice, standing up aside to let me see Bellamy entering with Sarah.

"That's none of your business," Sarah commented, keeping Zasha in front of her as she got inside too. "That's mine & Bellamy's business to do the necessary with her," She added.

"Maybe but..."

"There's not but, Lukas," Sarah cut Lukas straight in his words with a bad tone before she decides to throw on the ground Zasha who lands at least one meter from me at my right. "From now on, Krypto will be staying with her and her...she will stay on that chair," She told them, not even looking at how Zasha was when they landed.

"Sorry but I'm protesting to this," Beck decided to make a stand, me trying to move towards Zasha to see if they were okay...completely avoiding to listen to the others...

"Zed..." I muttered, handing over my hand to them in a slow move, their eyes looking at me with a shock.

"MMhmm...mmhmm..." They tried to say through the tape as they managed to slide towards me on the ground, allowing me to get their mouth to my reach and trying to get it off, them moving their head on the side to get it off...

"Hey, what do you think you're..." Bellamy's voice suddenly spoke up in our direction as he was going to come to us until he was stopped...by Beck who put his hand above his chest to stop him.

"Not anymore, Bellamy," Beck told him in a clear voice, keeping his hand on him. "Hurting them for fun, I'm not tolerating it here," He continued as I could see from my right eye, Bellamy's face in anger.

"Who do you think you are, Beck?" Bellamy demanded, his voice according to his face as Zasha & I were staying silent at seeing Beck like this...taking our defenses... "Should I..."

"Yeah, yeah, we know, you're the boss's son, we can't put a hand on you but not here," Beck interrupted him, his voice meaning it as the others were also silent at this. "So, you're leaving the two alone until we can transfer them away in two days after your mission,"

"Sorry, but who are you?" Sarah decides to step in, crossing her arms and looking at Beck. "You're under our orders so cut it out and leave Bellamy alone," She ordered to Beck, exchanging glares with him but Beck was insisting on it and...

"Shit," I then muttered in a low voice as my head was starting to hurt me slower but becoming more strong as the seconds were passing, feeling my left eye in those bandages stinging by a lot, struggling to close down with my right one.

"Yi-...Yirina?" Zasha whispered, sounding worried as I could move my left hand on the side of my head.

"I....resist...resist..." I talked to myself, my eyes rolling the room and seeing everyone's eyes looking at me before suddenly, under the pressure of that headache & my eyes hurting, I fell myself falling on the ground on my right side, my eyes shutting down completely as I could hear only muffled voices close to me...

I need to resist...I need to resist...

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Zasha Smirnov & Yirina Portnova apartment

Kennington, London

At the same time

Portnova was tired and for the first time since she got herself installed in London, she was feeling so lonely without having Zasha with her and she wanted to know where they are now but she couldn't afford to work all night in a building that wasn't even secured to talk freely and she came back to the apartment to get some sleep...but she came back alone because Park insisted to stay at work and Portnova couldn't bring her into the reason that she needed rest, finding Yirina & Zasha was her priority now even if she has to forbid herself to sleep.

As she was sitting on the couch, taking a sip of her coffee, Zasha's favorite one, she's been wondering why she wasn't turning on the TV, maybe because she wasn't in the mood for it and maybe because that she needs to stay at home a little before going back at Century House to work with Park but she wasn't alone, the little Beans stayed next to her on the couch, surely wondering where was Zasha but the only thing that Portnova could do was to pet her with a little smile, saying that they will come back soon.

Then, knocks at the door went to break the silence that was inside the apartment, Portnova putting down her cup of coffee to reach the door and open it, revealing Park whose eyes were looking very tired as if she never sleep...

"Park," Portnova offered a recomforting smile at Park who couldn't even reciprocate it now.

"Portnova," Park whispered as the former let her enter the apartment. "Hi, Beans," She waved at the cat that got up on the backrest of the couch.

"You're looking tired, you should get to rest," Portnova suggested as she was locking the front door behind Park.

"I know but no," Park refused, shaking her head before she decides to head out to the kitchen without saying anything else to Portnova who was looking bad at seeing her friend like this, following her to the kitchen.

"Any news?" Portnova demanded as Park was taking out a white cup from a dresser above the sink.

"Nothing concrete," Park replied, focused on her things as she moves to the coffee machine, not giving a look at Portnova who was staying in the path between the kitchen and the living room. "The SAS are making their own search parties, the MI5 is moving on the case and me...I'm freaking out," She added, starting the coffee machine after getting the cup under it, the sound of it breaking the conversation for a few moments before it was done. "I'm freaking out," She repeated in a lower voice, taking the cup in her right hand and leaning against the counter.

"I'm sorry, Park," Portnova apologized even if she wasn't at fault, no one was at fault here.

"No, I'm the one to be sorry," Park exclaimed, taking a sip of her coffee as she was looking in front of her, blank stare. "It's my fault if it happened,"

"No, it's not, Park,"

"It's not about this," Park corrected, turning her head around at Portnova who was a bit confused. "It's not about that mission but...about what I did," She added, knowing well inside of her that she was hating herself about the subject. "It's my fault if Yirina got brainwashed, I'm the one that suggests to Adler to use MK-Ultra on her," She declared after taking a deep breath and removing her eyes from Portnova, fearing her reaction even if she knew about it.

The silence was the only thing that Portnova could do to respond to Park's remark, she was a bit troubled to hear that again, wondering why on earth that type of thing could exist but learning that her friend Yirina fell in love with the person that participated to brainwash her, it should have made her angry...but it wasn't because Park is different, she couldn't bring herself to be angry against a person that is very kind to her...no, she wasn't going to do that in her life...

"Every day, I'm still hating myself bit by bit to say that I did this to her, you understand?" Park broke up the little silence between the two, her eyes looking at the coffee inside her cup. "If only I could change things, I will do it," She affirmed, drinking in one move the remains of the coffee inside before putting the cup down behind her. "I hate myself, Portnova,"

"But I don't hate you, Park," Portnova told her, biting a part of her lips. "I can't be angry at you, I can't," She admitted, removing herself from the door frame to take a step inside the kitchen. "I've got to admit that...I never saw Yirina this happy in her life before," She commented, giving a little smile to Park that could do it but by a little.

"Really?" Park demanded and Portnova offers her a nod to this.

"You gave her something that she never got for real...someone that really cares about her," Portnova confirmed, sounding very positive.

"And Freya?" Park asked about that, a feeling of disturb crossing her body to say that name.

"She was dangerous and still is, she was very...assertive towards Yirina at some time and me & Zasha...were the one that was allowing her to feel better," Portnova affirmed, giving Park a few details about a part of Yirina's life to her. "You're giving her protection...and love, she needs that," She snorted, a smile forming on her face again. "If I didn't meet her, I wouldn't have met my Zasha,"

"You're right," Park whispered, the smile forming on her face thanks to Portnova before he went away, the thoughts of finding Yirina & Zasha coming back. "Bloody hell...and now, they're not here," She looked around the kitchen, thinking that Yirina could come in here but no. "I think I'm done here, I'm going back at Century House,"

"You need to rest, let me go to your place, Park," Portnova proposed but Park shakes her head as she walks to get out of the kitchen, already fitted to go back outside.

"No, I need to be working on it, I need to find them for us," Park confirmed as she was arriving near the front door, starting to unlock it as Portnova left the keys in the lock. "You're coming?" She proposed to Portnova, looking at her.

"Let me get my jacket in my room," She responded, raising her finger up before she turns around to move inside the apartment, letting Park alone near the door for the moment...

But instead of waiting, Park decided to get back inside the bedroom that she was using with Yirina, having thought about something that she wanted to see...something that could help...Yirina's personal diary was on her nightstand and even if she was knowing everything about Yirina's recovered memories, she wanted to see them again...and again, so she decides to take it with her, putting it inside her jacket before getting out and joining Portnova that was going out of her room, prepared to leave with her black leather jacket and her red scarf...

She needed some comfort and that diary could really help her...

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Now that I have an official CoD side-blog, I can finally talk more about my fic! It’s currently like 50k words and counting in which I provide my own take on Bell and what happened after the canon ending! 

If you are interested, I’ll add the prologue under keep reading!

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The Bell Keeps Tolling

Chapters: 22/?

Fandom: Call of Duty (Video Games)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Characters: Russell Adler, Helen A. Park, Eleazar "Lazar" Azoulay, Bell (Call of Duty), Frank Woods, Alex Mason (Call of Duty), Lawrence Sims, Perseus (Call of Duty: Black Ops Cold War), Yirina Portnova, Ingo Beck, Viktor Reznov, Jason Hudson Additional Tags: Non-Binary Bell, Post-Canon Fix-It, after the "good" ending, bell deserves better okay

Summary:

Bell's entire life had been a lie. Everything they thought they knew, everyone they thought knew them, lies. That's where their life was supposed to end. That had been his plan for them at least. Cut all the loose ends, Bell included. So what happens when they don't bleed out that day on the cliff? They can't even remember their own name, much less their past, leaving Bell with one question.

What happens now?

I’d always wanted to see the ocean. I’d never been. At least, I think. I wanted to feel the breeze, the sand under my toes, and smell the fresh salty air from the waters. But now that I was here, just above the ocean waters, the only thing I could smell was the scent of copper, the taste of blood in my mouth amplifying it.

I placed a hand on my side as if somehow that would stop the bleeding, but all it caused was pain. I tried to sit up, he was still here, wrapping bandages around his arm where I had shot him. He was looking away from me, and I still had that knife in my boot, maybe I could still--

“Don’t make this harder on yourself, Bell,” he spoke. I clenched my jaw, feeling another surge of anger. With what little energy I had left, I reached for the handle of the blade. Russel Adler sighed, finishing tying a knot on his bandages with his teeth.

I tried to move fast, but I had an obvious disadvantage. His knee collided with my face, knocking me back down to the ground. The smell of blood was even more pungent now as it began to pour down my face. The knife in my hand was kicked away by his boot, which a second later was on my chest, keeping me down. I looked up at him, fighting the tears welling up in my eyes. A wild mixture of emotions was flooding through me, the events of the last few months flashing before my eyes. I wanted to scream. Alder looked down at me, seeing the tears rolling down the side of my face.

“Oh, c’mon, Bell,” he sighed, sounding annoyed. “You had to know it was going to end like this.” I opened my mouth to speak, but his foot pressed down harder into my chest, making it impossible to breathe. I squeezed my eyes shut, letting my head rest on the ground. He was right. The second he brought me out here, my gut told me what would happen. I just didn’t want to believe it. I trusted him. Even if the trust was artificial.

The pool of blood around me was growing, and with each passing second, the spinning in my head grew with it. I felt the weight on my chest from his boot lift, but by the time I had the energy to open my eyes again, there was no one here. I was alone.

I closed my eyes again, trying to picture something happy or comforting before I went under, but my mind was blank, empty. There was only darkness where my life should have been. I started to wish that he had just shot me in the head.  

Just when I thought I was going to drift off, I heard someone. Maybe he was coming back to finish me off.

“Jesus Christ…” the voice muttered. “ I should’ve known he was going to try this!” Definitely not Alder. I tried to open my eyes, wondering who had come to watch me die, but doing so only made it harder. “Don’t worry,” the voice said. This time, I was able to recognize it. A newfound sense of adrenaline surged through me, my eyes snapping open.

“N-no--” I tried to speak, wanting to get myself away from this person. I didn’t want to go anywhere with her.

“Bell, relax,” a second voice said. “We’re not going to hurt you.” I wanted to protest, tell them I didn’t believe them, but it wasn’t like there was anything I could do. I closed my eyes again as I felt a stim being jammed into my stomach.

The next time I opened my eyes, I was being lifted off the ground. I looked up at the man carrying me and blinked a few times, trying to process. Lazar saw me looking and grinned,

“We gotcha Bell.”

My vision goes dark again.

I’m back in Vietnam. Alder and Sims are sitting beside me in the chopper, all three of us laughing, joking with one another. I feel like I belong. Like I am supposed to belong, but something about it seems off. A hand is placed on my shoulder.

“Bell,” Alder says, looking me dead in the eyes. “We got a job to do.”

And then it all goes black.

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I almost wrote Emmet fully squaring up (I almost really want to-) part 3, I’m trying not to break tumblr- noodle

It had been months since yours and Emmet’s relationship turned sexual, you honestly don’t think any human could ever compare after how he has corrupted you, and he can say the same back, he has been just as addicted as you, bringing you into the water for ‘just a quickie? Please!’ But that quickie always turned into hours and you being unable to walk, you moved closer to the water just for more time with him, and with the new promotion and working from home, it was easy to say a large portion of your time was spent with your octopus merman.

Though you knew something was up, while Emmet never gave you a specific date, you knew he wanted you to meet his brother, from the start you knew he had a twin brother named Ingo, Emmet would bring him up a bit, and you were more than happy to meet your lovers brother, hoping you two could become friends, you walked to the edge of your property as usual, being in a more isolated part of the island made you less stressed about anyone seeing you and Emmet, and you sat on the flattest rock out of the bunch closest to the water and waited for your sweet Emmet, it was around the time you two would meet up on your days off, but surprise he brought his brother this time, the poor man looked so tense, you give him a warm smile and a wave as Emmet became doing the talking for the both of you, just so excited for you two to finally meet!

You noticed quickly that while tense, Ingo was very polite and gentleman like, but spoke very loudly, you thought it was cute! His natural stoic face but very expressive speech was also cute, the extract opposite of your lover, you think this will be an easy friendship.

And Emmet was more than happy to see you two bonding, you shared little bits of your life and answered an question Ingo had, and Ingo had done the same, the stoic man felt much better knowing who his brother was around, from then on the twins would both show up to the meet up spot where you’d always have some sort of human food for them to try, your enthusiasm made the meal or sack that much better, but Emmet saw a change, it took a long time but his dear brother was growing fond of you, the grinning man wanted to believe it was because Ingo finally had a friend, but that was shot down when you were excitedly talking about something and Emmet looked to his brother, who was resting his arms on the back beside you, his hand holding up his eyes, eyes filled with pure love, Emmet grew clingier too you until he and Ingo had a talk, a much needed one before one lost his cool, Ingo never felt like this for anyone, maybe a long time ago in his teen years, but that was it, you however are like an angel, the purest kind, a good playful heart too, and you always showing up with food and looking so…perfect, he was smitten with you, and sometimes accidental brushes against you or like the time he panicked when you flailed and grabbed you too close to your chest, he was red and couldn’t look at you for weeks, he would constantly bring you stuff roof just anything pretty looking he could find, he didn’t know why, but Emmet called him out by the third time for giving his mate a courting gift.

But after the talk and coming to an agreement, they needed your permission next, the part Ingo was dreading, he doesn’t want to lose you, or to make this awkward, you mean the world to him, so imagine his surprise when you agreed, you think the only time you were held so tightly was when Emmet discovered his kink for choking you.

And from then on you had two very cuddly octopus hybrid boyfriends at your every beck and call, they never found nice spots to sleep in closer to you so they could spend more time with you! Ingo took a while longer to open up to affection but you found he just likes touching you, either holding your hand with his or one of his tentacles, he just likes knowing you were there, but with Ingo being freshly added to the mix you toned down sex with Emmet, you wanted his brother to be comfortable first and even the mention of sex made Ingo a flushed bashful mess, to which Emmet was fine with but a little pouty, but you two still do when it’s just you two, you have certain days where it’s just one on one with each of them, and today was Ingo’s turn to spend the night alone with you, after knowing you and being with you for so long now, nothing ever happened, you two would just talk and cuddle, after all he is the sweetest man, but poor Ingo, he seems fidgety today, when asked he tried to brush it off.

“nothing to worry about my dear!”

Was always his response, you’re determined to find out why he is so shaky today.

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