#Soliders

[blondebrainpowered]

Confederate and Union soldiers shaking hands at a Battle of Gettysburg reunion 1913.

The 1913 Gettysburg reunion was a Gettysburg Battlefield encampment of American Civil War veterans for the Battle of Gettysburg's 50th anniversary. The June 29 – July 4 gathering of 53,407 veterans (about 8,750 Confederate) was the largest Civil War veteran reunion. All honorably-discharged veterans in the Grand Army of the Republic and the United Confederate Veterans were invited, and veterans from 46 of the 48 states attended (all except Nevada and Wyoming).

[toncomtoncosh]

sketchbook spreads

[zoomar]

Before the soldiers knew what was happening, Kuratko pecked at them and swallowed them down, bayonets and all, one after another, like so many grains of wheat!

[swagtransboy]

I love that I always remember november for the soldiers and that one guy that attempted to blow up parliament. I wish he succeeded.

We love our soldiers btw (no poppy emoji)

[orangeboulevard]

Soldiers Doing It With Their Boots On (OneShot)

((Had to reupload cuz it got flagged sighhh) Day eight of kinktober!! Wowie?! I almost fell asleep writing this at midnight, guys I'm sorry 😔 jkjk Dynamics: enemies to lovers one-sided? I suppose, mlm, soldier x soldier Content: chastity -> uniforms -> eyefucking Word Count: 1128

It's been two weeks, the longest two weeks of Dean's entire life. 

Their assignment objective is this: deliver Mr Mayotte to their troops that will be waiting at the East border. Their journey, however, is through the mostly uncharted mountainous region, with possible hostile inhabitants living in the mountains. That is why Dean is on this assignment despite knowing little about the native geography and even less about the political alignments of the bordering countries; he is the brawn. 

Lieutenant Cameron Lewis is the brains of their small group, small as to be able to stealthily make their way without being detected. He is also... an asshole. An unfairly attractive asshole. Just because he's calling the shots and pointing them where they're supposed to go, a native to the area and a navigation specialist, doesn't give him the right to look down his nose at Dean. Consequently, Dean spends most of his time glaring at the back of Cameron's head, definitely not at his muscular back and ass, his footfalls silent due to training, and also just outright glaring at him sometimes, like over dinner. As he is doing right now.

It was a small fire, they didn't want to draw attention but it was enough to warm their rations. Mr Mayotte was reading his book, not paying attention to the strained atmosphere, he was used to it by now. Dean stabbed his fork at what he guessed was supposed to be chicken whilst he glowered at Cameron. The other man had made a particularly scathing remark about his intelligence earlier that day. Cameron just met his glare, a cocky smile lining his face. 

Dean wanted to hit him. Cameron seemed to sense his growing frustration, his grin grew wider. His eyes darted at Dean's lips then back up. Wait what. Dean's brows furrowed, he's not sure he imagined that. But then he spotted it again, Cameron's gaze falling from his eyes to his lips, then to his chest and lower... Before slowly rising back up. Dean shifted uncomfortably and lowered his eyes. He had to be reading this wrong. He couldn't. Not with him in any case.

It was later that night that Dean discovered that he did not misinterpret Cameron's wandering eye. 

Dean was trying pitifully to fall asleep; it was cold, the kind of cold that invaded your clothes and set deep within your soul. Not even wearing his full uniform offered him complete shelter from the biting frigidness. As he wrapped his sleeping bag tighter around himself, he heard the zipper of his tent start to drag down. 

Dean instantly had his gun in his hand, pointing it at the uninvited. To his very private delight, Cameron held up his hands in surrender, "Just me, stand down, soldier." 

"What do you want, Sir?" It was a cold and formal tone; Dean did not want to spend any more time around Cameron than he had to, especially not at night, especially not alone. 

"A branch cut through my tent, I need to sleep here tonight before I can fix it tomorrow." 

Oh for fucks sake. "You couldn't bunk with Mr Mayotte?" 

"Scooch over."

Dean grumbled as he wiggled sideways in his sleeping bag, Cameron laid down his own bag before setting himself down. There wasn't much space; they were almost chest-to-chest. Dean coughed before turning, his back faced Cameron instead. Soon, exhaustion overruled Dean's awkwardness and he fell asleep, his breathing soft and rhythmic. 

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Dean started awake from a nightmare. His eyes searched the darkness for the person whom he'd just seen behind his eyes, the blood and the flesh and oh god, the horrible smell- he snapped out of his descent when he felt Cameron's nose brush against the back of his neck. He just now registered the other man's hands around him, their sleeping bags set over them both- Cameron must have moved them- but why? Warmth?

Dean couldn't deny he was pretty contently warm, he just wished the cost wasn't having Cameron spooning him. He could feel himself already getting hard. Damn he was so pent up. He felt Cameron's lips brush against the exposed skin of his nape and he froze. 

"Are you awake?" Dean whispered. The kiss planted on his neck was all the answer he needed. "Get off." His tone was snipped.

Instead, Cameron pushed his growing bulge against Dean's ass, his kisses running down his neck. Dean gritted his teeth, spinning around so he could push Cameron off. 

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" He can't make it Cameron's face from his dark it is. 

"Don't act like you don't want this, you're always staring at me." Of course he noticed.

"No. I don't... And in any way, we could get in serious trouble-"

"Sod the rules. No one has to find out." 

"... Mr Mayotte?"

"He won't find out, he's probably sleeping right now. But even so, if he isn't we'll just have to be quiet."

"I've... I've never... I wanted to wait till marriage."

"... Do you still want to?" 

"Yeah. Just... You're gonna have to tell me what to do." 

"Well, One: undress." 

There's a dull sound of their uniform being stripped off and lazily being discarded nearby. Dean shivered from the air, he pulled the covers up further over both of them. 

"Okay, two," Cameron started, "before you can... Do that. You're gonna have to.. just. Let me." Dean jumped when he heard and felt the other man crawl under the covers. 

He slapped a hand over his mouth when he felt Cameron's warm tongue lapping over his hard dick. The man held his hips in place as he coated him in saliva. Dean whined when Cameron stopped, but stared down interested when the other straddled him.

The covers fell about them, the cold air catching against Dean's sweaty chest. Cameron set his hands on Dean's chest, Dean was about to ask what he was doing when he felt it. His cock entering a tight hot space, very very tight. Dean hissed in pain slightly. 

"Three," Cameron stated breathlessly, his voice is undercut with soft gasps and groans, "You're gonna put your hands on my hips, yeah just there and you're gonna move me up-"

Dean did so, abruptly pulling Cameron all the way down his dick. He felt the other man clench, his back arched.

"MMNGH! Ah! Not-  Not that fast!" Dean had to shush him, hopefully Mr Mayotte didn't hear. Oh, who were they kidding? He definitely heard Cameron's half moaning and half screaming as Dean pounded into him. For a virgin, he sure didn't hold back.

[cyc8]

My Novel Cover

This novel is still in the works, I will post it for you to read soon, if you are interested, you can comment as you like

Plot of the novel :

Zander Atlas(Man with bandages over their eyes),he was a soldier who had been in the elite army, but some incident caused him to be demoted and sent to the suck battalion in the army, where almost all the soldiers in this battalion were alcoholic,even the commander is not spared.

[koobiie]

shoutout to everyone who wants to infodump but cant string together coherent thoughts to form sentences and instead just look at you like this

[masterofchaledea]

I found Shinra is kinda sloppy with their control tho ,why they don't plant the human collective consciousness into the soldiers to make them comply or make them loose their own feelings so that nobody would defy .

[hinamie]

newest issue of first years fashion just dropped

[galionne-vibin]

Spin this wheel to get a word and this wheel to get an animal. Congrats, this is now your new MGS codename.

Reblog with your codename btw I'm curious-

(I'm Acid Cobra)

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[mythology-void]

girl you are killing it! girl i think it's dead! girl you can stop STABBING

[onixiage]

sleepy time :)

[greatcheshire]

You should never forget literally the best line in all of video games