The B.A.G. Coalition
Did I use one of my work breaks on my 14hr shift to write this? Yes, yes I did. I also took time out of my day to make sure my introduction to the COD MWII fandom was a crack!fic despite promising angst with Ghost and simping from Price. Both of which are still coming.
Tags; platonic 141 + Reader, crack fic, drinking, weaponization of barrack bunnies, dunking on Graves.
I don’t know how the military works and I don’t care to learn.
You try really, really hard to not fixate too much on the whole being a woman in the boy’s club thing because you’ll drive yourself insane if you do.
You’re good at your job, you’re not getting preferential treatment, and all is right in the world. Your team was cautious, gauging your capabilities but ultimately warming up to you and welcoming you into the fold.
A mission planned with 141 and Shadow company means that Graves is a tolerated interloper into the group.
Everyone is settled into a booth in the corner of a pub near base, a few drinks in as the night wears on. You are finally feeling settled in and like your feet are firmly underneath you and you’re no longer treading water, watching your back as the other 141 assess you.
And it’s the exact moment when Graves asks “Are you seeing anybody?” that you realize you’ve girlbossed entirely too close to the fucking sun.
The table’s reaction is immediate. Your “I beg your pardon?” is muffled by Ghost’s “Sod off, Graves,” Soap’s “She’s been fucking drinking” and Gaz shooting him a look while Price clears his throat with a pointed “Commander?”
Good to know your team has your back because what the fuck.
“Not like that,” you’re not entirely certain if he’s back peddling or being genuine, “I don’t know what it is but none of the women around this base date. It’s like pulling teeth.”
“Really?” Gaz asks. “I haven’t been having any issues.”
Your eyebrow arches, reaching for your drink as you realize there’s not enough alcohol in the world for this conversation. “Yeah no ever since the B.A.G. Coalition was formed, you’re gonna have to download Tinder or something, Commander” You speak without thinking, a look of horror dawning on you that the alcohol has loosened your lips a little too much. Well, shit.
“The what?” Graves asks incredulously.
You panic, reflex having you turn towards Price. “Please get me out of here,” you plead with him.
“Oh no can do, Sergeant.”
You cling to your glass like a buoy. “I’ve said too much,” you whisper.
“What the hell is the B.A.G. Coalition?” Graves asks again.
Taking a long draught of your drink, you steel yourself for both this conversation and the potential wrath of the bunnies now the open secret was out.
“Have you… noticed how the barrack bunnies don’t have anything to do with you?”
His eyebrows draw together. “Guess I never bothered to worry about it. Not like they’re hard to find,”
That last sentence had some teeth to it that you did not appreciate. Especially coming from a man who’s managed to piss off an entire base of them. “Hey now, I love the bunnies, you gotta be nice to them,” you admonish before remembering yourself and quickly adding a “Sir”.
The alcohol has your mind drifting away from the question at hand and going slightly to the left- still focused on the bunnies, but no longer directly leading to the coalition.
“They do important work and make my life easier when some guy is being obnoxious and won’t leave me alone,” you elaborate. “Also most of them are really nice and I don’t blame them for having a type and staying focused on it. I admire the commitment and tenacity.”
“Wait who was bothering you?” Price would hone in on that part.
“No one anymore, after I weaponized one of the bunnies and pointed her in his direction.”
“You…. Weaponized a barrack bunny?” Soap sounded out the idea, clearly having some image of a tactical assault bunny in mind.
“Yes I did. It was absolutely incredible. Poor guy never saw her coming- it was like watching a lioness take down a wounded gazelle.”
“A bunny battalion,” Gaz sighs into his drink, his pupils damn near in the shape of hearts at whatever image his brain was conjuring.
“What the fuck do barrack bunnies have to do with this coalition you’re talking about,” Graves tries to redirect the question.
Shit. Right.
Like, you get why he’s confused. From his perspective at least. Tall, blonde, conventionally attractive with a southern drawl most girls would go gaga over, not to mention the commander of Shadow Company. He should be having women chase him from all over. And here he was with no bitches and getting zero play.
And yet none of those attributes were actually indicative of him like… being a good person. Graves soured you like 3 day old sweet tea. There was something both saccharine and bitter about him all wrapped together even if you didn’t know for sure what the problem was.
“You did something to piss off the bunnies. I don’t know what and frankly I'm afraid to ask. Like, I thought maybe some supreme pick me bunny would rise from the ranks and make her move anyway but they have made a united front. It is both impressive and terrifying,” you’ve got just enough alcohol in your system that fuck it, let’s tell a superior officer a little something about himself that he clearly doesn’t know. “And the rest of us noticed. So it slowed the not-bunnies rolls too.”
There’s a beat of silence before the lightbulb clicks in Ghost’s head and he is busting out laughing. You don’t think you’ve heard him ever make that much noise even when he’s grousing out orders.
Gaz is the next one for the lightbulb to go off, verbalizing what B.A.G. stood for to a stupified Commander (and equally stunned Soap and Price).
“It’s Bunnies Against Graves!”
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Do you think any of the named Lin Kuei know how to drive? You can't tell me these guys are walking everywhere.
Lin Kuei is usually presented with the traditional aesthetic but we can’t forget this is a very technology advanced clan whose agents operated worldwidely. In old comics (Mortal Kombat II Collector's Edition) Lin Kuei were using hover jet on their mission
with Smoke himself piloting the machine
So yes, I do think each of our main Lin Kuei warriors learned to drive car and motorbike at some point, maybe even piloting advanced machinery. Whatever they use that skill is a different matter though as I suspect it greatly depended on the nature of their missions (a quick assassination or long-termed undercover job) and where they were sent (urban or hard-to-reach areas).
Personally I like to think if Bi-Han was forced to drive, his choice would be a sport motorbike rather than a car, while others were okay with any type of car, as only Bi-Han was said to stubbornly refusing to use technology on his missions
but I feel like motorbike would fit well his “lone wolf” attitude.
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