I decided that the hood people of tumblr can have new chapters a day early. Yes there will be grammatical errors but where’s the fun in perfection. Anyway here’s who is that kid? Ch2
Tumblr marked this as mature so like, heads up, torture!
The silence is deafening. His ears are ringing, high and just loud enough to hear. His face was throbbing.
There was some beeping and hissing sounds. And then it all hit him at once. Hr gagged violently, there was something down his throat. He was dying, suffocating on something, then all at once he gagged, reched, and threw up. He looked down at his lap and saw a tube. He was in a hospital, and he just threw up his breathing tube.
Alarms were blaring as he tried to figure out where he was. Suddenly the door burst open, there was shouting in some Slavic language. MP’s burst through the door, nurses hot on their heels. A burst of light and then laughter is what followed, someone had just taken a picture.
“They will love this one.” A gravely and angry sounding Russian voice spit out. Makarov.
He was shaking a Polaroid photo. “Ah, we will leave this on in Vietnam. You will love it there. Truly, just forgetting your worries.”
“I’m nae goin’ to Vietnam.” Soap slurred he was heavily sedated and couldn’t really speak. He tried to lift his arm but he found it strapped down with handcuffs to the side of the bed.
“We’re wheels up at 1400, prepare him.” Those were the final words from Makarov before the Konnie MP was drugging him and soap was back asleep.
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It was an interesting situation that lead to Johnnys capture. The bullet had never hit the brain, only just entering the skull and exiting. He was called KIA on scene due to many reasons. One, he was in shock and his heart rate was so low that it was difficult to detect without gloves. Number 2 is the fact that, Ghost wears thick gloves on the field, making checking his pulse difficult. And number 3 is that, simply he was shot in the temple, there is a low chance of coming back from that.
How there was a confirmed body though, that is an interesting story. Makarov had found a Konnie that was 5’11, had brown hair and blue eyes and shot him in the head. The soldier had a mohawk shaved into his hair and soaps uniform as well as, somehow, similar facial scarring.
Soap of course, did not know this and thought he had been left behind. So instead of fighting against the ruthless beatings he received, he disassociated. Makarov came in, told him commands that were engraved in his mind from basic, had someone beat him, and then left. He was not there, locked box slowly forming around Johnnys psyche.
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It was becoming clearer by the day that he was being trained to fight for Makarov. Do his bidding. He was slowly being separated from the man he was. Johnny gone, hidden so deep in his mind that even the best surgeons couldn’t find him. Soap was slipping away as well. He was fading.
Soap had spent time in a dissociative state before. It was right after his mothers death at 17, and the subsequent beatings that followed by his father. Somehow his fault that his only protection had gotten cancer. He doesn’t remember graduating high school, he doesn’t remember walking into the recruiting office. His first memory after the funeral was handing the sheet to the lady, and pocketing the pen by accident.
This time somehow felt different, like it was in reverse. Like he knows what’s going on, but is forgetting what he had.
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Today was different, a new man came in. He was to be referred to only as sir.
He had sat soap down in a metal chair, put electrodes and wires in his body, and secured him tightly to the chair. A light turned on above him and then sir came into his view. A needle, iv tubing and a bag, and a rubber tongue guard were presented.
The guard was forced into his mouth. And the man, no sir, pulled the needle into view.
There are a few things that will send soap into a panic, no matter what state he’s in, and one of those is the thought of having drugs pumped into his system without his say. So this threat of an iv drug infusion was definitely jarring to say the least.
As his hand is forced palm down, he screams and thrashes.
“Hold his arm still, no sedatives. They’ll mess up the treatment” Sir had said. 4 guards, Konnies, MPs, whatever’s, held him down, hard, as the needle was forced into his hand.
A scream that Johnny had not heard since he was a young child erupted in the room. He was screaming so they’d back off. He just got punched in the face instead.
His world spun but he never fully lost consciousness, a concussion, great. When he fully found himself and could process what was going on, he felt a needle in his hand and electrodes on his head.
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The iv given to one John Mactavish was not fluid or anything truly medical, by means of ethics of course. It was a drug that severely hinders memory. It was like dementia without the possibility of death. He wouldn’t know where, who, or what, was going on.
Makarov and his friends in the drug processing ring had affectionately called it: reset.
John Mactavish will formally be declared deceased without body, the paperwork is filing through now.
They have their newest weapon, and he will not miss.
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He woke up screaming. The noise echoed through the room and hit him again. It had to if been weeks in this room. Two weeks since the first infusion. White walls, clothes, food, everything was white, but there was no light. His hands were in gloves and feet in little boots so he couldn’t harm himself. Sensory deprivation was their parting gift for John MacTavish, his final kick in the ass.
Apollo-001, or a-1, as his freshest burn says.
This may be the end of him, really, he wished ghost was here. They weren’t coming. Makarov had personally showed him his KIA mark and dead body.
John Mactavish KIA,
New possible biological weapon.
Bit short but chapter 1 is on Ao3
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Parading Meleys’ head through King’s Landing streets was indeed stupid, because while it was thought by Cole as a way to showcase the Blacks’ weaknesses, it made the smallfolk think that dragons « are just meat » which in the end will turn against the Greens as well. After all, their dragons are just meat too.
BUT that’s why I think Jacaerys and Rhaenyra decision to look for Dragonriders who are not « pureblood » Targaryens is a terrible idea (if they succeed) in terms of reaffirming their strength. The fact that the Targaryens are the only ones able to tame and ride such creatures is why they are both feared and admired. As Targaryens they are « closer to gods than men » mostly thanks to their dragons. Sure, having more Dragonriders will make them look stronger, but only for a while.
Daemon himself said « If the King isn’t feared, he is powerless. If you are to be a strong queen, you must cultivate love and respect, yes, but your subjects must fear you. ». Perhaps he wasn’t wrong.
The realm will come to the realization that 1. Dragons can be defeated and 2. Dragons can be ridden by other houses as long as they have a drop of Targaryen blood in them.
That would make both the Blacks and the Greens appear weaker. Entitled. Cruel even because the smallfolk and the others houses suffer from this intestine nonsensical war. But should they really fear them, if their dragons are just meat and others can ride them ? Meleys’ parade and the dragonriders search might even eventually lead to the storming of the Dragonpit.
In the end, the Blacks and the Greens come from the same (family) tree. They’re two sides of the same coin. Whatever they do to tarnish and undermine the other side will ultimately fire back. No side can prevail, either they all win, which is impossible or they all lose, which is inevitable.
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