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[bi-writes]

I hope you’re feeling better now that anon is off and you have a space to breathe!!

Sorry some people are so shitty

it's alright. i'm feeling a lot better. i had a really great day at work today 🤠

[minervadashwood]

Hello my friend! I love your work and if I could can I please request:

Daryl Dixon x Plus Size Reader

Reader and Daryl knew each other through high school, dated until senior year when she moved away, pan to the Apocalypse they meet again and the love they had in high school is rekindled! I always picture Daryl with someone who us bubbly and kind, a total optimist and the exact opposite of Daryl!! (like maybe in Merle likes her and not in a gross way??”

If it's too much pleased me know and thank you!!

this isn't proofread, but I hope you enjoy!

540 words

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You stared at the dirty, unkempt redneck walking your way. The swagger was one you knew well, full of both well-earned bravado and hints of self-consciousness: the walk of a man full grown, yet hidden within a young, abused boy who didn’t know kindness until you came along.

At sixteen, when you’d been impulsive and full of pubescent sexual energy, you’d dragged him behind the bleachers during gym class to show off your new lace bra. You’d been loving Daryl Dixon ever since you moved from the city to his little neck of the woods, and it took you four years of pining and gathering your courage to get to this moment. 

So behind those bleachers, you lifted up your sweater, showing Daryl your pride and joy. You were also showing him your chubby belly, adorned with stretchmarks, also features you did your best to love.

But what did that silly boy do? He turned his head and mumbled. "Can I take ya to the homecoming dance?” Never really looking at all you had to offer him.

(What you learned later was that Daryl did know what you had to offer: kindness, beautiful smiles, a positive outlook on the world that gave him hope, despite everything.  Your other [generous] assets were nice and all, but what he liked most was you.)

After that, high school was full of talk. You, the college-bound honor society member always holding hands “that no-good Dixon boy.” But neither of you minded much. You only had eyes for each other.

Then you’d won Miss Teen Georgia, with a full ride to GSU as your prize. So one night in August, you’d said goodbye to Daryl Dixon for—what you thought—was for good.

Now, though, you were sitting on a tree stump, urging a fire along as Daryl dropped a string of skinned rabbits at your feet. You never did lose what some used to call “baby fat,” and like before you continued to love your soft belly, thighs, arms, all the things that made up who you were.

As Daryl got closer, you stood up, bouncing with energy, and flung your arms around your high school sweetheart turned apocalyptic savior.

“You were gone too long, Dare-Bear,” you mumbled into the crook of his shoulder.

Daryl kept you tightly against him, his arms going completely around your waist and holding onto you with all he had. Each time he left the farm to go hunting was like that rainy night in August, like you leaving him all over again. He’d let you go once before, and that wasn’t a mistake he would repeat, especially with all the dangers beyond the fences.

Despite his love for you, his voice was rough and dismissive. “Ya rather starve next time? ‘Cause ya can.”

You pulled away so you could look him in the eyes. Your pout was unrelenting. “But Daryl,” you whined, dragging out the last syllable, “I’m hungry."

Daryl roughly shoved his hand in your auburn curls, “So am I, woman.” He angled your head just so, and kissed you, powerfully, passionately, hungrily.

He held on to you and kissed you all the way to the tent you both shared.

Dinner was cooked, much much later.

[doe-writes-stuff]

It’s me! Welcome back from your hunt!! I hope all went well!!

Could I please request:

Glenn Rhee x Dixon!Reader!

What if when the group reunites after Woodbury, Daryl is deciding to go with Merle and Reader has to decide between the Dixon’s or her new family! (You can choose which one the reader chooses)

Thank you !! 💕

Oooh, yes! Unfortunately the hunt didn't get me a deer, lol, but that ok. I really like this idea, thank you so much for requesting it from me. Sorry this took a little while, I am a bit slow when writing for new fandoms since I scrutinize it a lot before posting. <3 Please enjoy~

WARNINGS: Merle and his mouth, slight angst, mentions of canon-typical violence, established relationship between Glenn and reader, strong language

Merle was, by all accounts, the stupidest idiot in the fucking world.

Why hadn't he gone back to the Atlanta camp all that time ago? Just left you behind, off to survive on his own? Had it not been for him, none of this would have happened in the first place. Your boyfriend wouldn't have been beaten to a pulp--that was a conversation you'd have to have with Merle later--Daryl never would have gotten left behind in Woodbury to be possible walker food, and this whole argument of staying or going would have been unnecessary. If he weren't your brother, you would have beaten his ass. You still might...

And now you stood between your two families--the one you'd always known and the one you'd discovered recently--with the most difficult decision to make.

You wanted to punch something. Merle's face was looking more and more like a good place to start...

"Well...I can see ol' Merle ain't welcome here no more. All this animosity's tastin' real sour." He said with a glare at everyone who wasn't you or Daryl. He gestured for the two of you to follow. "Come on, then. Best be on our way 'fore dark."

Daryl was on Merle's side. Of course he was. He'd always fallen in line with your eldest brother's dumb-assery growing up. You didn't blame him, exactly, but it was sad to see him returning to old habits without any resistance. And no matter how much Rick pleaded for him to reconsider, his answer was solid and unwavering: no Merle, no Daryl either.

You stood, arms crossed with a decidedly pissed-off expression on your face. You could practically feel Glenn's hard stare at your back, piercing and hopeful. He wanted to say something, to plead for you to stay, but kept quiet. Maybe the fact you hadn't moved an inch gave him the impression your mind was already made up. In truth, you were still torn, but you appreciated him not pestering you about this.

They were your brothers. You'd grown up together. Gone through hell together. Had each other's backs--for the most part. You loved them both. Were you so willing to let that go?

But the family, the home, you'd found and cultivated with the ragtag and unlikely group of survivors from all the way back in Atlanta had established itself in your heart. With a bit of surprise, you realized that leaving it all behind would hurt a lot worse than you'd ever anticipated it would. Especially Glenn. You loved him. Truly loved him.

They'd been nothing more than a possible source of supplies to steal, in the beginning. Look how far you'd all come together.

Fuck.

The older Dixon pinned you with a hard look when you didn't immediately come along with him and Daryl, trekking closer to the wood's edge. He turned, frown evident and hard. "Y/N, get your ass over here. We're leavin.'"

The atmosphere was tense, everyone pinning their attention on the Dixon clan. Your jaw worked back and forth in silence for several seconds, staring down your eldest brother, stalling those last few moments to give you time to really commit to the decision you knew was right.

"Go on, then." You say, gesturing to the woods they were heading towards. "I'm stayin.'"

"Like hell you are." Merle was swift to angrily retort, affronted with the reality that you refused his decision. Daryl just looked at you with a mixture of emotions you couldn't quite decipher. "Ain't no Dixon I know who'd turn their back on family. On blood. Best cut this shit out."

"Ain't sayin' it again, Merle. If you're leavin', then leave. I'm not goin' with." The second rejection is a lot easier to verbalize, and it only helps to solidify that what you chose was right. And, just because you knew verbal jabs was a large part of Merle's vocabulary, you left him with a parting dig. "Always were real good at walkin' away, leavin' us on our own when we needed you the most. Figures you'd do it all over again..."

You couldn't leave the others behind. Not like this. Not when the relationship you'd developed with Glenn had been progressing so well. You would have regret ever turning your back on him.

It's clear your words have pissed him off badly. His jaw is tight and he straightens up, insulted. The hurt was evident in Daryl's eyes, but behind it you thought you saw...envy. At least, you hoped so. If Daryl could change his mind, maybe Merle wouldn't be so quick to-

"Showin' your true colors now, huh? Well, let me tell you somethin'..." The venom in his tone is evident, purely meant to hurt you. And it does, though you tell yourself to stand your ground against your brother's ire. "Daryl and I? Don't need you anyhow. Never did. Weren't much of a Dixon to begin with!"

The words sting, no matter how much you don't want them to.

You feel Glenn step closer to you, perhaps intending to defend you somehow against your brother's words, but Daryl beats him to it, grabbing onto Merle's shoulder. "Enough, Merle. Let's just go."

The older Dixon shrugs off Daryl's hand, stare pinning you for several seconds, before dismissing you with a toss of his hand. "Just you and me now, little brother. Better on our own anyway. No dead weight to hold us back."

You watch your brothers walk away, clenching your fists tightly, drawing half-circle of blood in your palm when your nails sink in.

Rick advises you all to head back to the prison, and you don't resist when Glenn gently lays a hand on your shoulder, prompting you to turn and leave with them.

Merle was right about one thing...animosity tasted real sour.

"Y/N-"

"Just stop." You cut Glenn off as you entered the shared cell space. Tossing your jacket to the ground uncaringly, you sat on the bottom bunk and ran your hands over your face. Stress settled on your shoulders like hundred pound weights. "Don't wanna talk about it."

You feel his hesitation, and for a second you feel bad for snapping. Risking a glance up, you're reminded that Glenn had not too long ago gotten the shit beat out of him. His face was still banged up, bruises and a split lip fresh and evident. His eyes show clear concern. You look away in shame.

"Ok. We won't talk about it." He concedes with a nod, clearly not totally satisfied with the decision but compromising for the time being. He sits on the bed beside you, hand laid palm-up on the bed as invitation. "For what it's worth...I'm glad you stayed."

You don't say anything, biting back the retort that you'd just let go of your brothers to do so. It's an effort, the instinct to lash out and attack with words when you were agitated, but you managed. Between you and Daryl, you'd always had an easier time unlearning that particular Dixon trait. It wasn't exactly effortless, though.

This was Glenn. He didn't judge. Not you.

Some--but not all--of the anger subsided. Enough so that you shifted your hand to place it on his own, fingers intertwining together gently. He gives your hand a gentle squeeze, before leaning in to place a kiss to your temple.

When it's clear you're not going to say anything further, Glenn releases your hand and stands, wandering off. Perhaps to find Herschel and get himself looked over. You hope so. Merle had done a number on him.

You went to bed early, mind too tumultuous to interact with the others for the rest of the day. There was probably a lot of planning around the Governor going on, but really...you couldn't be bothered to give a fuck. At least until morning.

You're roused from sleep when Glenn returns to your cell. He undresses, down to his boxers and some comfortable shorts. He's careful with how he moves, and when he approaches the bed to slip in behind you. He thinks you're still asleep, you realize.

He pauses when you shift over enough to allow him space to lay down, not expecting you to be awake. But he recovers quickly and settles in his typical place at your back, chest pressed against you and arms wrapped easily around your middle.

Nothing is said, but he can tell that most of the anger from that afternoon was gone, replaced with sleep and regret. He only hopes that it isn't regret from leaving your brothers behind.

"Sorry." You mutter, and his head shakes against the pillow behind you.

"You don't have to be."

"Shouldn't have pushed you away like that."

"It's been a stressful day." He excuses in a tired voice. "For all of us."

You settle in closer, sighing in content and guilt as he pulls you in. You're damn lucky that things hadn't ended up worse. You knew there was more to talk about regarding the whole situation, but for now, you could leave a pin in it and rest.

You shift a little. "Glenn?"

"Yeah?"

"I love you."

You feel him press a kiss just above your ear. "Love you too. Nothing's gonna change that."

[rumble-aint-a-rumble-without-me]

Prayin’ for you and your family, sugar

stay safe, stay clear minded and stay within your means

you got this, ain’t nothing gonna tear you down

I appreciate the kind words darlin <3

[renytherat]

I love that we are moots I can’t thank you enough for your help with Deaf Simon

💋💋💋

thanks sugar

hi aggie! :3 me too

id do anything for deaf simon <3

[sunsetsimon]

feeling very much Gaz today

thanks for the suggestion, i wrote a little drabble here. hopefully it’s okay!

[stargirlrchive]

Anything. Keegan girlies ✊UNITE ✊

AHHH ok ok omw 😁

[queermentaldisaster]

Okay, I wanted to try my hand at one of these!

Picrew tag game! Make yourself using this picrew!

Here's mine!

Feel free not to participate to those I've tagged:

@fossilizedpr0tienpowder @forestshadow-wolf @bringinsexybackk69 @axelaxolotl09 @eiraeths @resident-idiot-simp @meowmeowriley @thejacketscloset @the-starry-raven @myriadblvck

(also you can participate even if you're not tagged! Go wild!!!! <3)

[chaosandmarigolds]

”Alright class! are we ready for angst!” (Sees class shaking their heads, obviously not wanting angst)

“Wonderful! Let’s get started!” Edit: it is unfinished I just don’t like things sitting in my drafts forever and ever 😭🫣 -

"Who are you assigned to?"

You look up and you clear your throat, "Um...I was assigned to Lieutenant."

A laugh from the other men on the carrier, "A lieutenant? God they must fuckin hate you."

You shrug, "A lieutenant is better than a private, so I'll take what I get." Your comment seemed to land well with a few nods and a mumbled agreements.

--

“Riley.”

you look up smiling from petting the dog, “Riley?”

the man nods, looking more intimidating than he should, “Mm.”

-

“Lieutenant Riley.” You call out after the man, being on base for close to four days and still having no idea of your instructor's actual name, so the title would have to do. To the call both he and the dog turned to look at you, so you give a smile, “sorry buddy,” you pat the dog's head, “Talkin to your papa.”

-

“Riley!”

It would be a lie to say he didn’t spin on his heel when he heard your voice call out the name, only to see that his dog had taken off and had leapt into your awaiting arms.

“Riley, Riley-Bo-Brylie.” You coo to the dog, and as a reaction the dog wagged his tail and promptly laid on his back- using his paw to nudge your face.

the Lieutenant looks at you for a long moment before commenting, “Brylie?”

“I-well…” your words and smile faltered and you cleared your throat, “Sorry sir, unprofessional for the K9.”

“At ease.” He stopped you from standing, “He’s off th’ clock.”

--

"I got you, I got you Riley."

Bullets and steam were the only things that filled the atmosphere, the sky was darkened by smoke and heavy with lead. However, your eyes were on the man before you shot in the arm and wounded in other places. You scatter to get your tourniquet out of the pocket and pull it out, shaky hands pulling it past the crimson flood.

"Stop," you hushed out a scold when he tried to push you away, "Stop, I said I got you."

"Stay with me, Riley."

--

"You came."

To that you fight back a smile and walk to the end of the medical bed, giving the Lieutenant, Simon (as you learned his name) a smile, "Well, what was I supposed to do? Say no?"

A groan came from him as he moves to sit up, "Yeah."

"Eh, gotta check in on Riley." You then move to sit on the edge of the bed, "Won't leave your side. Almost bit the poor nurse's hand off.""

--

(heh-heh, may add on more? Maybe? Idk, it’s just sitting in my drafts for a month sort @bringinsexybackk69 I have a full fic idea- but 😭😭)

[lundenloves]

@bringinsexybackk69: can i please request dad simon with a boy? like yeah he has all his girls and then there's either the youngest or the oldest and it's his only son? i can just picture like the girls are jealous cause he gets new clothes not hand-me-downs, he gets to do his own sports with out his siblings, he gets to go shooting with the 141- just like totally sibling rivalry and fighting over who is dads favorite?!

youngest.

simon is over the fucking moon when he finds out it's a boy - he's one of them dads in american gender reveals who says “i think you're a girl but i need you to be a boy" 💀

instant attention all goes to this kid, because A) he actually knows how to do it now and B that's his boy. that's his fuckin lad.

the kid looks like you. boys look like their mums, girls look like their dads n all that but christ does he have simon's quietness.

a complete observer like his dad. will be in silence while the girls argue, quietly exchanging glances with simon who internally feels like fucking high-fiving himself for creating a kid who finally understands him.

however the clothes are admittedly down to you, you love buying shit. any excuse. and having a son instead of another girl gave you great reason. though you did go too far sometimes. credit card bills rocketed.

he gets his own room too. straight off the bat, fresh into this fucking world and he's got it all. or that's how your daughters seen it.

“how does he get everything."

“give him a fucking chance." mumbling something about how he's only a week old. the dad sigh strikes again.

him and simon fuck off together a lot. they'll be away camping somewhere, simon teaching this (probably half uninterested) kid how to do all the survival stuff since his girls were never interested.

and when he gets older, maybe around seventeen to eighteen he's so game for that stuff. realistically, was probably in the school cadets n all 💀

when he's able enough, he'll maybe tag along on a run with 141 or summat. this is an incredibly humbling experience to say the least, though uncle soap is there to make everything a laugh n slow the run. "boys, boys, give the lad a chance eh?"

gets into his dads routine of the gym in mornings too, simon watching his workout from a distance before giving him pointers - hands on hips before stepping back to see if he's doing it right or not.

although, simon does not let him apply to the army. all fun n games till it wants to happen isn't it padre?

probably applies behind simon's back ngl. resulting in a huge fuck off argument once a letter comes in stamped under british army branding under the kids name instead of his own. yikes.

classic son x father shouting match.

i’m probably going to get asked to write that now aren’t i? happily, gladly, don’t get me wrong. sorry i haven’t been writing much but i do enjoy talking to you lot in the inbox.

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[bi-writes]

I need you to know I followed the moment I finished with MOB AU , it is very delicious and nutritious thank you .

It’s AU is my new Roman Empire

thank you <3

[minervadashwood]

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[snootlestheangel]

We should do more gift giving

Like in general as a society

Especially with how fucking expensive things are these days, it's such a statement of how much you value/care about the other person.

Like today, my coworker got me a Dr. Pepper from the vending machine cause she knows our manager recently screwed me over, and she wanted to show she appreciates me. It was such a simple gesture but it meant so much to me.

But also I think everyone should always have a list of things they'd love to be gifted but would probably never be. Things they may be embarrassed to ask for (things they're told they shouldn't like for a variety of reasons), things that seem to serve no purpose, seemingly silly things that serve no purpose other than making the recipient giggle every time they see it.

Anyways, I'm in kind of a weird mood and I'm curious what everyone's weird gift wish list would be. No pressure tagging some folks

@stuffireadandenjoy @eiraeths @deeptrashwitch @bringinsexybackk69

[rumble-aint-a-rumble-without-me]

Hey I just wanted to come and check on you, sweet pea Hope everything is right as rain now

Not right as rain yet, but we’ll get there eventually <3

[starzshopoflove]

Double Trouble (Johnny "Soap" Mactavish x Reader)

request fill for @bringinsexybackk69  <3 hope you enjoy this little drabble!! Notes: fem reader! sfw, chaotic couple, fluff, civilian reader

Soap: getting a girl

Okay, not unbelievable; he's quite the pretty boy. He’ll usually squawk about some bird for a few weeks, then shut up once he’s done with her. Sometimes he’ll bring them around base for a round at the pub or to a government charity event the squad was forced to attend.

Recently, he has been less rowdy and more active. And by active, I mean rushing home as soon as he’s done with work on base. He’s been saying some nonsense about his family being in town.

He’s been more diligent with his paperwork, gathering up the lot and running himself down to the archivist to drop them off before getting home. Not even stopping with the force to grab a pint at the pub or have dinner.

Of course, he does eventually crack and tell Ghost. The poor boy can't keep his mouth shut for anything. Giggling as he unlocks his phone to scroll through and show ghost pictures of you together, his personal favorite being a screenshot of you holding a burnt pan of something thats supposed to resemble food thats been charred to nothingness with the biggest smile on your face, of course paired with a little text.

‘My man is eatin' good tonight. Bon appetit, baby.😍’

Ghost gave him a weak thumbs up. You were gorgeous; don't get him wrong, but for a civilian to be as strange or erratic as Soap meant some screws were definitely lost, perhaps multiple. Soap finally let himself yap a bit more about you to the squad, explaining that he actually wanted to take you seriously and didn't want to jinx it by bragging about you before he could really be sure.

Soap started bringing you around the base after a few weeks, ready for you to meet his friends—well, more like brothers—and Price as his proxy dad. You concerned Ghost more than annoyed him, and you clicked with Gaz almost as easily as you did Soap. Price didn't get to meet you on the same night Gaz and Ghost did since he was held up in a meeting.

Your first encounter with him wasn't exactly charming.

Price was honestly just trying to get on with his day; he was already pissed off dealing with rookies misbehaving. All he wanted to do was drop off these papers and nurse a nice, good scotch before bed.

He stood in front of Soap’s office door, knocking on it, waiting for some reply. Hearing nothing, he tried again. Still nothing.

'Whatever, he's probably pissing or something, I’ll just drop these and leave’

Sighing heavily, he leans his head against the door, bringing a tired hand to the door knob and briefly shutting his eyes, imagining the drink that will soon be his. Hey, he's actually kind of happy right now. Maybe he’ll wait for Soap and take the boys out for a round; maybe that'll make his day.

A small smile cracks on his face fondly as he twists the doorknob, cracking it open. That same smile drops just as quickly.

Oh, what the fuck?

He’s greeted by the sight of Johnny's desk on fire—no explanation, just the table on fire. No, not the papers on the table on fire, but the actual table on fire. Also, he’s screaming, and so is the lady with him. Wait, who the fuck is she?

“PAT IT OUT, WOULD YOU?"

Johnny's shouting—actually screaming—how did he not hear this behind the door when he was coming in? Price just stands there, eyebrows wrinkled as he squints his eyes, barely able to process what he's seeing at 11 p.m. with his brain feeling like mush.

“WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU THINK I'M DOING?"

Oh great, now she's screaming. His eyes wander over to you in your screaming match, trying to figure out the fire extinguisher. Johnny's trying to fan out the flame while you're struggling to pull the pin.

"CLEARLY NOT PUTTIN TH’ FUCKIN FIRE OOT"

“YOU CAN SEE ME TRYING JOHNNY."

"PRICE IS GONNAE FUCKIN MURDER ME."

“YOU MEAN THAT, GUY? HI, Mr. Price."

Johnny whips his head to the open door, where Price stands still verily confused as the lady works a miracle, extinguishing the fire while also covering Johnny in the same foam. Panting, you drop the extinguisher on the floor, slapping your hands on your knees. You turn to look at Price, shooting him the same grin Johnny has had before.

“Lovely to meet you, boss!!” You seem to chirp out happily.

"Pleasures are all mine” is all Price can manage at this point.

It seems like thing one has finally found thing two.

[stuffireadandenjoy]

Call of the Jurassic

A Jurassic Park/Call of Duty Fic

Chapter Three - AO3 Link

Words: 2.5k Warnings: canon typical violence, description of gore, animal death, animals injured Notes: This chapter is shorter but I'm happy with it!

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Dividers by @saradika-graphics

Ghost looked up hearing the truck’s engine, along with the sounds of snarling. He felt his heart pound loudly in his ears causing everything to be muffled but also even louder than before. 

“They’ll come back. They didn’t kill him. They didn’t kill him.” The Shadow cried, his knees giving out again just for Gaz to haul him back up by the back of his shirt.

“Bloody stand!” Gaz snarled, heaving the man back onto his legs. Ghost had ignored his bad feeling for a while. He’d noticed it long before they’d stepped on the island. This whole place felt like a death trap. Like something was always watching them. Waiting.

“Something’s wrong.” Price growled at Ghost’s shoulder. Ghost raised his rifle hearing the horn from the truck blare and continued with a comical high pitch honk. Ghost bit the inside of his cheek hearing a yell and more snarling. Price grabbed his arm as he stepped forward.

“Price.” Ghost bit out looking over his shoulder at the man. But he looked away, seeing the pity and pain in Price’s eyes. Ghost knew as well as Price that if Soap had been compromised, that if he was being attacked, they would need another plan. And there was nothing they could do for him. But everything in Ghost screamed to go to the other man. 

They both turned hearing the Shadow, which came as a surprise to everyone, crying more upon hearing the commotion of the vehicle. Gaz was struggling to keep the man on his feet.

“Cap. He won’t shut up.” 

“You shut your mouth right now or I’ll shut it for you.” Price threatened the man, fist tight around the man’s vest straps. The man just continued to sob and whimper.

“They didn’t kill him. They didn’t kill him.” 

Gaz and Price shared a look. If the man’s ravings were to be taken for any sort of truth, it meant there was at least one more of Petrov’s men alive. It also meant Petrov was working with Graves. Someone none of them were looking forward to seeing again. Price looked back at Ghost but saw the man kneeling, rifle raised. That’s when Price heard it. The engine and wheels on asphalt growing louder and louder.

Soap!

Price raised his own rifle and stood by Ghost. Ghost took the shot as soon as Soap came around the corner. Price watched, always impressed by his lieutenant, as a huge dinosaur fell from the truck. It rolled but quickly got to its feet with one big shake. Three more raced alongside the truck. Price and Ghost opened fire. The other dinosaurs immediately broke off from the chase and scattered to the trees. The one that Ghost had shot, a bigger one with a scar across its long snout, pulled its lips back and snarled, before following the others into the trees.

“Raptors!” Gaz called out, confirming Price’s suspicions.

Soap skidded to a stop and jumped out, quickly rounding the front of the truck. Ghost went to him and immediately started examining him. He had what looked like a bite mark in his shoulder, much too close to his neck. There were several deep gashes in his vest that would have definitely ripped him open had he not been wearing it. Soap was lucky he hadn’t bled out and that the bite missed anything major. 

“Gave ‘im hell, lt.” Soap laughed as Ghost immediately started bandaging him up as fast as possible. Price grabbed the Shadow by his vest. Him and Gaz hauled the man up into the bed of the truck. Time was of the essence. It was very possible the raptors wouldn’t stay away for long. Price thought they’d simply broken away due to the hunt becoming more complicated. A single man would be an easy kill for them. But four and armed to the teeth? Well at least it made them hesitate.

“Need to go.” Price barked, sliding into the driver’s side. He frowned seeing how much blood covered the wheel and dash. The seat had it splattered in all sorts of places.

“I’ll be fine!” Soap barked, climbing more delicately than normal, but still with haste, into the bed of the truck. Ghost frowned but quickly got into the passenger seat. He pulled out the map and directed Price back towards the valley they’d seen before. Ghost hoped they could lose the raptors amongst the herbivores. 

“Or the bastards could get trampled.” Ghost offered.

Soap groaned as Price hit just about every bump in the road. He ignored the Shadow’s babbling. Gaz leaned in close, hand resting on Soap’s forearm. He delicately examined Ghost’s rushed bandage job. Soap was already bleeding through and Gaz could tell his complexion was much paler than usual.

“Don’t ya worry your pretty head. I’ve lived through worse.” Soap grinned, giving Gaz an exaggerated wink. Gaz grinned with him but it fell quickly seeing blood drip slowly from Soap’s shoulder. He leaned through the hole that used to be the window. Frame bent out and twisted. Glass shattered and cracked in spider webs. Like something tried to crawl through it.

“Soap won’t be doing well too soon. We need to find somewhere to stitch him up.” 

Price frowned over at Ghost who was pouring over the map. 

“Gho-” Gaz started.

“I know.” Ghost gritted from between teeth behind his mask. Gaz took that as an indication to let the man be for now. Price gave Ghost a heavy pat on the knee before returning to the wheel. They needed a plan and needed one quick. 

“Trees.” Ghost growled.

Price looked over at Ghost as he looked up at the large trees around them. 

“Once we lose them we climb a tree. It’ll at least give us time to get Soap patched up.”

Price nodded. They were a mile down the road before Price noticed the movement in the trees along the road. He couldn’t make out the shapes amongst the foliage but he had a good idea of what was following them. 

“Cap!” Gaz called. Price could see him already aiming into the trees, tracking the movement.

“I see them.” He growled, his foot pressing down on the pedal. They kicked up dirt and grass as the tires dug in and they picked up speed. Price gritted his teeth feeling the whole frame start to shake. He grunted and winced as they hit a hole, bouncing the truck and leaning it in a precarious way. 

“Soap!” Gaz shouted, drawing Price’s attention to the rearview mirror. He watched as Soap quickly raised a pistol and took a shot at a raptor as it leapt into the bed of the truck. The bullet struck the raptor square in the chest, knocking it back and slamming against the tailgate hard enough to knock it open. Its body fell from the bed and rolled away. The other raptors melted from the foliage, easily keeping pace with the truck. They were so much faster than Gaz ever expected.

“Bloody hell!” Gaz spit as the truck hit another hole knocking him and Soap around. The truck tilted as the road began to slant down into the valley. Which made the two sergeants’ raptor problem even more difficult. With the tilt, the raptors had better angles to leap into the truck. Quickly taking a knee, Gaz aimed his rifle but as soon as he did the raptors began to dodge and weave.

“Fuckin’ scaly bastards.” Soap barked, shooting at a raptor that snapped at the tires. It ducked and sped up, keeping a distance from the side. A shout caught their attention as the Shadow fell, his arms still tied behind his back. He fell face first into the bed and bounced slightly out the back, tailgate long gone. His upper torso hanging off.

Gaz dropped his rifle and grabbed the Shadow by the back of his vest. Gaz felt the cuffs catch on something as he tugged. As much as he wanted to toss the idiot for a good distraction, they still needed information from him. Where were the rest of Petrov’s men? Why was a Shadow here? Why was Graves involved with Makarov? 

The truck gave another bounce as they entered the valley, causing a panic to spread through the herds of dinosaurs. With loud bellows, the huge herbivores scattered slamming into each other and grazing the truck in their panic. Gaz felt his body sway and tilt over the edge. The world spun. Scaly bodies and the truck mixed in a blur of colors and shapes. Another weight followed him. Gaz knew this was very, very bad.

The last thing Ghost saw when he looked in the side mirror was Gaz’s boots disappearing from the bed of the truck and the Shadow following after. His blood went cold and for a dark moment, he hoped the fall snapped Gaz’s neck so he didn’t have to feel being eaten alive by the raptors. Ghost could still hear the screams of a corporal as he was eaten by a bear from a mission long ago. It’s something you never forget. And he hoped to never hear it again.

Price cursed seeing one of his sergeants fall from the bed of the truck but there was nothing he could do. He turned the truck sharply to the left, slamming into one of the raptors. The animal snarled and snapped but kept its distance for now. Ghost went to lean out the window and barely missed the snapping jaws of a waiting raptor. They could hear Soap yelling for Gaz and the sound of gunfire. 

Soap watched in horror as Gaz tumbled with their captive ass over tit. He needed to help him but there was nothing he could do. A morbid blessing was that only one raptor had broken off to turn back. The other three kept attacking the truck, trying to jump in the bed or snapping at the windows. Soap wanted to scream for Price to stop but if Price did then all of them wouldn’t stand a chance. Instead, Soap shot at the remaining raptors hoping to at least kill them and give Gaz a fighting chance.

Price sped up and Gaz slowly disappeared from Soap’s view, body quickly hidden among the stampeding herbivores and dust. The only hope was that Gaz would survive and they could all meet up or look for him once they were safe. 

The chaos around them made it hard to navigate properly but Price had good enough sense to stay away from the river. He had no idea how deep it was or if there even was a shallow part. So he aimed for the forest across the clearing and hoped their problem could be solved easier from the trees. A parasaur bellowed and rammed into them crushing the raptor between the metal frame and its bulk.

It tilted the truck but Price grinned viciously hearing a loud sharp cry from the raptor. It crumpled to the ground and did not get back up. Price watched as Soap shot another raptor and it slowed down, stopping by the side of the fallen raptor. Slowly the other raptor, the scarred one, also gave up the chase and returned to the others before disappearing into the long grass.

“Cap-”

“I know.” Price answered without looking back at Soap. He understood Soap’s desire to go back but Price had to think about the rest of his team first. Ghost helped guide him through the trees. Occasionally a parasaur would stroll alongside them as they looked up trying to find a good enough tree. Price didn’t like how quiet Soap had gotten. The man was normally very mouthy and a little hot tempered.

“A bit of blood loss is good for ‘im.” Ghost commented pointing in the direction of a tree. Price grinned as they parked underneath it. He stood watch as Ghost set up the rigging to hoist Soap up. Price watched from the corner of his eye as Ghost clambered up the tree with the ease of a leopard. For a big man Ghost was incredibly nimble. 

“Alright. Send him up.” Ghost called down. Price helped Soap into the harness and watched as the man did his best to sit right. He could just barely make out grunts from up in the tree. Price also swore he heard, ‘Puttin you on a fuckin diet.’ But he wasn't sure. Once Soap was secured into the tree, Price groaned as he made his way up. He would definitely feel all of this in the morning. 

“Sir, we need-”

“Once we’ve fixed you up, me and Ghost will go look for Garrick. But none sooner. I won’t be losing two men in one go.” Price said firmly. He would not budge on this. As much as he cared for Kyle, he had to think of them as a whole. 

“Careful, Lt. I’ve never done this before. Gotta treat me right my first time.” Soap snarked. Ghost used more force than necessary to pull the thread tight. 

“Not so good with vi-”

“Shut it.” Ghost barked. Soap quieted down and just watched as Ghost finished the stitches. It was rebandaged and his vest back in place in no time. Ghost was one of the better on the team at medical besides Gaz. Simply because others felt more comfortable around Gaz, even though Ghost had more skill in that area. 

“We’ll rest and make sure they’re not waiting for us.” 

Soap opened his mouth but closed it quickly when Price gave him a look. Price leaned back and watched as the dinosaurs a few yards below ambled around peacefully. It eased Price’s nerves some. But there was still a knot in his stomach and the image of Gaz’s body tumbling behind the truck made him sick. He knew Kyle was a capable man. Trusted him implicitly. If anyone could make it alone on this island it was Gaz.

Ghost rested next to Soap giving him his shoulder to lay on. Was softer than the tree. Soap’s labored breathing slowly changed its tempo to a smoother breathing. One of sleep and painfully relaxation. Ghost grunted and leaned further against the tree. It was dark underneath the trees despite the sun coming up. Could almost confuse it for dusk.

“We need to look for him.”

“We will.”

“He could-”

“I know. It’s why we’re resting.”

“He’s very capable. Knows a lot about the animals here. If anyone could make it, Kyle can.” Price smiled at Ghost’s words. They reflected his thoughts from earlier. It did not ease the sickness threatening to crawl up his throat.

“You get some rest. I’ll wake you in an hour.” Ghost grunted his reply and leaned his head back. Price watched the pair for a moment longer before turning away.

Price looked over to the small strip of the road he could see. Price didn’t have it in him to tell the others what he saw. Three of the four raptors were tearing something apart. He never prayed before but he did now.

Don’t let that be his sergeant.