#ex-military

[warstorm6]

[melancholicheart]

All This Time

cw: trans male pregnancy (past, mentioned), angst, miscommunication (lots of fluff and a happy ending!)

(PROLOGUE)

A mutual break was necessary.

Despite the love the two shared, they were a prime example of right person, wrong time.

The break hurt, the two of them spent their final night in each other’s arms, tears filling their words.

‘Are you sure you can’t stay?’ and ‘Do we really have to do this?’ muttered between them both the entire evening.

Still, when morning came, Simon Riley took his gear and left Johnny’s apartment whilst Soap stayed. Alone.

All was fine at first. They were insistent on the fact that it was a break, not a break-up. That the two would always find each other when the time was right, they just both wanted - needed- different things then.

They would call, through the base, and share small talk about their days but pointedly steered clear from reusing the ‘L’ word.

It lasted all of two weeks until the base, one he once worked at, refused to talk to him. Whoever he rung that day picked up and asked for MacTavish to stop calling the base.

Soap persisted, of course, until a senior officer took over the calls after three days of hanging up on Soap.

He had yelled ‘Sergeant MacTavish is no longer a member of this base therefore he has no right to call nor even possess this number, am I clear?’

Johnny had argued about his dutiful service, how he had family, but the officer shut him down.

“We all have family but we don’t talk to them daily. Give it a rest or I will have you arrested for poking your nose into military affairs.”

Johnny took it well, at first, until the third week and he needed to talk to Ghost.

‘Please may I be transferred to Lieutenant Riley or Captain Price, please?” Johnny asked on the phone, masking his accent as best as possible.

“Who am I speaking to?” Was asked and Johnny blanched, biting his nail.

“Sergeant.. Davids.”

“Never heard of you.”

“I’m from a different regiment. I have urgent orders to speak to Lieutenant Riley.”

There was quiet until a scoff sounded, “MacTavish?”

“Aye,” He sighs, “I’m sorry, I swear I’ll never ring again, it’s just- It’s an emergency and I need Ghost.”

“If it’s an emergency, the number you need is 999, not Lieutenant Riley’s.” A sneer through the line.

“Just pass me through to Ghost or Price, please!” Johnny begs.

“I will report this call to the General, Sergeant. Good day.” They say and Johnny yells.

“No please, you don’t understand-“ The call cuts off and the phone is put down. Johnny hiccups and drops his phone onto the tile of the bathroom floor, tucking into himself and whining, “I’m pregnant. Please.. I-I’m pregnant.”

And Johnny was alone again. No Price, no Ghost, no Gaz. His name on a list and being watched most likely, zero way to contact the team due to the fact none of them had personal numbers.

He tried a letter, through to the base requesting for Ghost to contact him but all letters are read before being passed through and Johnny is sure, after a week of radio silence, that Ghost has never received it.

So he was alone, somewhat. It’s the most lonely he’s ever felt, the least important and special he’s ever been, yet at the same time, he’s never had a more important mission.

He’s carrying his and Simon’s baby and he’ll be damned if he lets the military ruin anything else of his.

(END OF PROLOGUE)

hi all :) this is brought to you by my twitter thread fics lol! in the future, this will be fleshed out properly into a detailed ao3 fic but for now, it’s just a thread fic (a long one at that)!

i hope you all enjoy it!!

[cathygeha]

REVIEW

The Hero by Susan Stoker

Game of Change #3

Adrenaline rushes are his thing so what would work better to provide one than working for the government in solo rescue missions to save others?

What I liked: * Kendric “Bob” Evans: retired Delta Force, survivor of brutal torture, one of four-man team that were rescued from enemy lines, in business with those men, good friend, nightmares-PTSD, looking for “something”, might have found it on his last mission to Thailand

* Marlowe Kennedy: archaeologist, innocent prisoner in Thailand, raised by her older brother when her parents died, pragmatic, positive, tiny but mighty, bright, strong, survivor, loving, kind, supportive, a person I would love to call friend

* Watching the relationship develop between Kendric and Marlowe

* The solution found for eventually getting two wonderful people out of Thailand

* Getting to see the characters from previous books in the series and finding out how they are doing

* The plot, pacing, setting, and writing

* The positive conclusion with the hook for what will probably be the conclusion of the series – although – do want to know more about Tex…

What I didn’t like:

* Who and what I was meant not to like

* Thinking about greedy people willing to do anything AND corrupt people in power willing to incarcerate the innocent

Did I enjoy this book? Yes

Would I read more in this series? Definitely

Thank you to NetGalley and Montlake for the ARC – This is my honest review.

5 Stars

BLURB

In this thrilling romance from New York Times bestselling author Susan Stoker, an ex-military man is on a mission to rescue a wrongfully imprisoned archaeologist—and to make her rightfully his. Any soldier who gets out of the service with his life should be happy to leave danger behind. Though his army brothers are content running their new business in Maine, Kendric “Bob” Evans isn’t ready to give up the fight. He’s been supplementing his hours with covert rescue missions organized by the FBI. But his latest charge may be more than he bargained for. Marlowe Kennedy is on a routine archaeology dig in Thailand when she’s arrested for drug trafficking. She has suspicions about the true culprit, but even when she’s rescued from prison, there’s nothing she can do about it without proof. Her protective bodyguard’s only objective is to keep her safe until they cross the border into friendly territory. The best way to do that? Travel as man and wife. After returning to Maine, as Bob and Marlowe navigate this treacherous terrain with the help of their friends, they face vengeful authorities, a vindictive frame job, and perhaps most important of all—turning their fake marriage into something real.

[crimisonpetrichor]

Been doodling and ironing out the design for my half orc/half goblin dnd character :^) doing some species and anatomy building tooooo

[kgreen200]

John's Gun

By KathyG

Summary: This story is set not long after the events in the first-season episode, “A Study in Pink,” and it follows soon after the events in my story, “Background Check”. John is wondering how he’s going to deal with the fact that his military-issued handgun is now illegal. He’s in for a surprise! (Thank you, Doomsteady and Jolie Black, for beta-reading my story! And thank you, sgam76, for your suggestions regarding my story.)

The door clicked shut behind John as he returned to 221B from his daily walk. Sherlock, he knew, was at Barts, conducting an experiment. It would probably be some hours before the consulting detective returned home. Trudging up the 17 steps, he entered the flat.

Emitting a deep sigh, John sank into the red plaid armchair; the mattress sank underneath him as he leaned back. The Union Jack cushion flattened against his lower back. It felt so good to be able to walk without a cane once more! That stupid bloody cane had made him feel so crippled.

After I’ve caught my breath, I’d better go upstairs and go through my paperwork, he thought, resting his arms on the armchair’s rests. And I probably need to clean my gun while I’m at it. He glanced briefly at the window. At least the rain which had poured through the night had stopped earlier, and the sun had come out, so the pain in his shoulder had subsided back to its usual dull ache. The sunlight poured in through the window, forming a rectangle on the carpet. John smiled, and then looked at the teapot on the kitchen counter. When I’m finished upstairs, I’ll make myself a cup of tea. He dropped his hands into his lap.

For the next several minutes, he reclined there, his hands clasped in his lap, reflecting on the events of the last several months, from the day he had been shot while treating a seriously wounded soldier during a retrieval mission to the days after he had moved into the flat with Sherlock. So much had happened within that time! Being shot while attempting to stabilize the critically-injured soldier; waking up in Selly Oak Hospital after being in a coma for several days (he didn’t even remember being a patient in the hospital at Camp Bastion, or the intensive-care airlift back to England, since he had been unconscious then); the operations at Selly Oak and all the rehab he’d had to undergo; the life-threatening complications he had been forced to endure; being discharged; and moving into a London bedsit on the outskirts of the eastern side of Greater London, south of the River Thames, and then, two months later, into 221B Baker Street with Sherlock, where he had immediately started solving crimes with his new flatmate.

Shifting position, John furrowed his eyebrows. And speaking of which—I can’t remember why I still had my gun when I was discharged. It should have been taken off him, as he knew, but since he had been still in the RAMC when he had been sent to England from Camp Bastion, apparently, no one had thought to do that. After all, once his shoulder had been initially operated on, and his condition had been stabilised at Camp Bastion, he had been sent by military transport plane to an airport in England, and from there, he had been taken by ambulance straight to Selly Oak. He wouldn’t have been required to turn in his service weapon until his discharge. My gun must have been packed with the rest of my possessions the whole time, he thought ruefully. As I would have discovered before my discharge, if I had unpacked my army pack a lot sooner!

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[fahclove]

Obsessed with how Irving acted in the most recent Severance episode and how it was clearly his past expirence in the military that influenced the way he acted. How he immediatly started thinking about food, his paranoia, his obsession with figuring out what was wrong with Helly, the fact that he immediatly went to waterboarding Helena to use her as leverage. Him calling her the “mole” it’s so great. He doesn’t even know why he’s doing it, why he’s acting this way but he can’t stop it, he can’t control it, it’s a part of him. His emotions and trauma and experiences are a part of him even when the memories aren’t and I love how obvious it was during the whole episode the same way Mark’s grief over Gemma is still felt by Mark S.

[dessa-banks]

Breach!

Tactical Breach Wizards (2024)

[prlssprfctn]

Contrary to the common belief, Alfred has a life outside the Wayne Manor. And some friends in the town.

Mostly, it is people his age that he met during his grocery shopping, of course, but then there is also an old, nursing home close to the Park Row that he visits occasionally to rest from his family and to get the understanding from people as wise as him. His visits are not entirely stable (he can disappear for months, and then start visiting again, depending on his family's schedule), but anytime he is back, others greet him with welcoming hugs and lists of gossips that he missed out.

So, once, Alfred disappears for a month, and when he comes back, his friends tell him that their nursing home got itself a new friend. He is naturally curious, but not much - it either would be some woman from their neighbourhood as usual, or, maybe, some mailman.

Expect, it is fucking Red Hood that they are talking about.

Alfred is in the middle of his chess game, when Red Hood appears on the doorstep with three bags of groceries, and others just... go to hug him.

Of course, Alfred heard of the new criminal lord; he was poisoning Bruce's life for months now. But did he expect to meet him here, from all places? No, not really. And according to how Red Hood froze as their eyes crossed, he didn't wait to find him here either. Bruce suspected that Red Hood knew their identities for a while now, and this reaction on a mere butler of Bruce Wayne, almost a physical recoil, only proved it.

Despite his best judgment, Alfred, however, pretends that nothing unusual happened. Red Hood, too, plays into that - he spends the rest of the evening talking with old ladies, helping to fix broken furniture, and just being very polite, without ever approaching Alfred.

Once he leaves, one of the elderly ladies that cooed on Red Hood the most, proudly shares with Alfred all details - yes, it is Red Hood, but he is a sweetheart. Yes, he buys them food, and fixes stuff. Yes, he also spends time with them, watching movies or reading to them, he is not scary at all! He is a sweetheart, really! How it started? Oh, well, hadn't you heard, if you are lacking money on products or feel like you can't handle something, you should draw a red bat on the door: Red Hood will always help out - they did that a month ago, when their authority had no money to support this nursing home, and Red Hood took all expenses on himself!

So, Alfred comes home that night, and doesn't say anything to Bruce. He decides that his boy is too reckless right now, and too judgmental to decide if Red Hood is truly that dangerous or not.

Instead, Alfred starts visiting his friends more often.

Red Hood mostly comes in the evenings, before his nighttime job. He is always in his armour and helmet, with the voice modulator on, but others speculate that he is most likely very young - that's why they baby him so much.

For next visits, Red Hood also chooses not to communicate with Alfred directly, but he eases up upon realising that Batman is not coming here anytime soon. So, Alfred watches him taking off his gloves to make a shoulder massage to one of the old ladies, and sinking on his knees before the armchair for her to pat his head (well, not head, just a top of the helmet, but the point stands), and then reading aloud her favourite, the most cliché romance book to exist, because her eyes are weak like that. He sees him cooking for others, the funnily floral-themed apron tied right above his intimidating armour. He hears him discussing with a few old men the old soap opera. He witnesses his voice, even through modulator, hitching when someone gifts him a handmade red scarf, causing the whole room to giggle.

And the more Alfred stares, the more he recognises a boy behind the helmet.

Because, god, Jason is not slick. He cooks for these people, using Alfred's recipes. He knows everything about soap operas they watched together. He has the same unhealthy passion to literature that makes him jump a little as he speaks of it, which looks funny on the double-fridged army man like Red Hood.

And, of course, it also explains everything else about Red Hood's knowledge of their family, identities and tactics.

'Are you planning to come home, my boy?'

Red Hood - Jason - flinches, when Alfred catches him watering plants in the backyard. His whole body goes stiff.

'Mister Pennyworth,' he feigns an indifference. 'I don't understand what are you talking about.'

Alfred sighs fondly. They both know that if Jason didn't want to be found by him, he would do anything for their paths not to cross; he would choose those days to visit that Alfred wouldn't. But he did.

'Oh, my boy, don't you dare to call me mister. Not after I spent nights nursing your flu and reading you bedtimes stories.'

Jason's breath hitches. He looks like he wants to run away, but at the same time, he can't make himself move. Alfred's eyes soften.

'Had you— Does he—'

'If you wanted your father to know, you would tell him already, I believe.'

He puts a reassuring hand on his shoulder, and it all that takes for Jason to crumble in his hug, to try to bury himself in the welcoming arms. He cries, it seems, his voice modulator glitching from incoherent sounds leaving his throat.

Alfred doesn't let him go even for a second. Not any more. Never again.

Because it is his little boy, and he is back. And nothing else matters.

[riseandfallofsecunit]

Secunit fully not noticing Tarik & Ratthi’s relationship until it’s ended </3

(for @bookgrotto )

[brionysea]

I mean, leverage does have copaganda in it. it's miles more leftist than most shows, especially ones that are based on Real Crimes That Actually Happened (leverage crimes were committed by rich people and they don't demonize mental illness for no reason) and it's very vocally anti-capitalist in a fashion that's extremely cathartic, but don't misrepresent it, there is still copaganda in leverage

[artuurle]

because today has been a Bizzyboy kick for me i decided to sketch my hcs about the height and builds of these guys. who knows if i draw them like this again or iterate upon the designs though.

Also calling out how horribly I dressed Grujaja. theres a reason i did it but its still foul XC

[obsessive-valentine]

Omg we need more Yandere!Ex-Military man. He’s soooooooooooooo😩😩😩😩😩

Yandere!Ex-Military Man x GN!Reader

A creep at work seems to have a crush on you and isn’t letting you let him down gently, so your jealous bear of a man decides to personally give him a one final warning.

Just a short blurb for character building purposes. He definitely is a heart throb, for us at least, glad you like him ❤️

It didn’t take much convincing to be dragged to his house again, you liked it here much more than your small lonely apartment. It also helped that you are deeply in-love with the man who owned it.

You lay back on his chest wearing one of his warm jumpers and watching to you had begged him to watch a musical with you. He made it clear it wasn’t his style but didn’t put up a fight about it, you both knew you had him wrapped around your fingers.

And if you said you didn’t take advantage of that you’d be lying and if he said he didn’t like it, he’d be lying too.

His hands subconsciously wandered as he held you and the rise and fall of his chest is calming, just what you needed after a long day of work. You are so relaxed that you didn’t even pay attention to the buzz of your phone, nor the second one that followed close after. But the comfortable pillow of a man behind you did.

By the 3rd message notification he mentions “someone’s trying to get ahold of you” you turn your head towards the side table and click onto the Home Screen, seeing who the messages are from. You don’t bother reading them and turn off your phone “just a co-worker, he’s a bit weird like that. I bet it has nothing to do with work” you reply a bit irritated.

The co-worker was a bit of an odd person, at first you assumed he was just trying to be friends but then it got a bit to much and borderline flirty. So you’ve been giving him the silent treatment and blunt replies so as to not lead him on, you’d even mentioned your long-term relationship a few times but he’s not gotten the message or just ignored it.

You went back to watching the tv but then another buzz made you sigh “He’s a bit eager don’t you think?” What you didn’t see was the growing irritation on your lovers face “yeah sorry, I’ll mute him” when you picked up the phone and went to your pursuers contact he watched from over your shoulder, taking note of his name.

“Tell me about his creep” it sounded like a light hearted joke but he was deadly serious, he hated that someone is making you uncomfortable at work. But he didn’t want to make you worry that you were the one causing him this growing irritation. You went on to explain -finishing by assuring him that you’ve not got a ounce of interest in him and would never come close to cheating on him.

You waited for a response watching the cogs turn in his head “I’ll stick my head in tomorrow, how’s that? Just show him you’re all mine” he pulled you back against him “That might make him lay off the creep behaviour” anger was bubbling up in him, he wanted nothing but to have a good smoke and think of all the ways he can fuck up that pesky co-worker of yours.

Instead he stayed by your side as you finished watching the movie, and tried to think rationally. That co-worker will have one chance to sort out his act, out of the kindness in his heart no matter how much he wanted to pound the guy into the ground and not in the fun way.

...

And he did come in during your lunch break.

“Where’s this guy at then?” He asked quietly after giving you a peck on the lips, you pointed across the room secretively. And before you knew it he was unapologetically pulling you across the room headed straight for the man. You tried to protest “shh just trust me love” he tried to ease your worries without taking his hungry gaze off the man.

When you both reached him your co-worker glanced up at him and then with confusion at you, before you could introduce them both your boyfriend stood in from of you and went in for a hand shake with a pleasant smile.

“Hey, it’s good to meet you. I’ve heard plenty about you” unbeknownst to you when he went in for the handshake he got a good grip on the creeps hand, not letting him pull back as he began to crush his hand uncomfortably. What you did see was the creeps face drop into an uncomfortable expression and even more so when you boyfriend leaned in and whispered something in his ear not even letting your co-worker get a word in.

“Well it was nice to meet you” he straightened up towering over the creep defensively and a faked smile. He loosened his grip and watched as he pulled his hand back rubbing away the soreness from the violent grip “yeah you too” he almost stuttered out before scurrying away.

“That seemed to do the trick he?” He turned to you with a smile -you let out a little amused laugh back “let’s have lunch together before I leave” his hand rested on your lower back guiding you out the building and to his car. “What did you say to him?” You asked curiously “Just poking fun about how much he texts you after-hours” he shrugged it off.

The creep didn’t seem flustered like it was a joke but rather scared and intimidated -but you believe your boyfriend and chalked it up to the creep being intimidated by his sheer size rather than anything he said.

[cathygeha]

REVIEW

Hard Contact by Cameron Curtis

A Breed Thriller #8

I missed book seven in the series but felt right at home following Breed on  his next  thrilling adventure.

What I liked:

* The gritty compelling introduction to the story and how Breed took care of business

* Breed: intriguing, strong, lethal, intelligent, ex-military, sniper, excellent and varied skills,  independent contractor, battle-scarred, survivor, attractive to women, someone I would like to have as a friend and definitely would want in my corner if in trouble

* Anya Stein: CIA Director of Special Situations, intelligent, strategic thinker, capable, hard worker, dedicated, intriguing, not infallible, and seeing a different side of her in this story

* Hecate Kyrios: Greek, daughter of wealthy businessman, strong, resilient, will probably take over her father’s business, might have been a ship passing in the night or could show up again in a future book in the series * The plot, pacing, setting, and writing * That I felt I was there with Breed and a part of the story – and yet was really glad that I was NOT there – can’t imagine the training that he must have gone through to do all that he can in these books * The twists, turns, and surprises that kept occurring * Following the story and finding out who the bad guys were and what they were up to * Wondering what Breed does when he is NOT working for the Stein and the CIA * Thinking about what type of situation Breed will find himself in next * All of it really, except… What I didn’t like: * Who and what I was meant not to like * Having to wait for the next book in the series Did I enjoy this book? Yes Would I read more in this series? Definitely Thank you to NetGalley, Inkubator Books, and the author for the ARC – This is my honest review. 5 Stars

BLURB

When two billion dollars of gold are stolen, you don’t call the cops. You call Breed.

The Medusa, a freighter carrying gold bullion worth two billion dollars, is hijacked off the coast of Greece. Using sophisticated technology, the hijackers make the vessel disappear. The CIA’s deputy director, Anya Stein, recruits Breed to locate the vessel and recover the gold.

Breed and Stein trace the missing vessel to the mouth of the Aegean Sea, between the islands of Rhodes and Crete. Realising Breed is on their trail, the hijackers do everything they can to stop him – permanently.

Breed and Stein enlist the aid of a Greek shipping magnate, his fiery daughter, and the USS Pressley Bannon, currently based out of Crete. With their help, Breed uses all his Special Forces training to find the Medusa, break into the hijackers’ base, and serve the killers his own lethal brand of justice.

This time, it’s hard contact all the way.

Hard Contact —Book Eight in the stunning Breed action thriller series. Perfect for fans of Jason Kasper, Jack Carr, and Lee Child.

[cornflowersandspoons]

Knights.

Kudos to Fyodor for bringing the medieval aestethic to bsd, I think the Hunting Dogs should get some of it as well. ☺️

[chocolate-gore]

Silly little Pitcher Chibi I doodled during a break from uni work ~

[love them and their MF DOOM mask]

[my chibis have animal crossing hands :>]

[fuck shoes]

[ghcstao3]

???? idea

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Soap doesn’t like this. Doesn’t like when Price makes him out to be some kind of lackey, doesn’t like being sent to look for people, especially doesn’t like being sent to their houses.

Yet here he is. All because the man who lives here supposedly has information on a cartel they’ve been tracking. Which—not usually information a civilian should have, but hey. Price is known to have friends in illegal places.

He’s knocked twice now with no success, and he’s about to turn and leave and make up an excuse for his captain when the door finally swings open to reveal a lanky, bored-looking man.

Soap squares his shoulders, trying to look confident, but not intimidating. He doesn’t know what kind of person he’s been sent after.

“Are you Simon Riley?” Soap asks.

The man quirks an eyebrow, moving to lean against the doorframe with his arms folded over his chest. “No,” he says. “Who are you?”

“Is he home?” Soap pushes. He’s already not happy with being sent out, and he’s going to be less happy if this turns into an interrogation. “I was told he—“

“I asked you a question,” not-Simon interrupts. “Who are you?”

Soap sighs, trying not to let his growing irritation get the best of his composure. “I’m John,” he relents. “I’m a… friend of Simon’s.”

Not-Simon snorts. “He doesn’t do those. Try again.”

Soap takes a deep breath. He thinks that the next time Price tries to task him with something like this he’s going to tell the man to shove it. “Fine,” he says. “I was sent by Captain John Price to ask Simon about—“

“You Price’s sergeant?” A voice chimes in from behind Soap. It’s deeper, gruff, and turning around to face its owner, Soap thinks he might’ve preferred when it was just him and not-Simon.

“Aye,” Soap says weakly. The man is just as tall as not-Simon, but his shoulders are broader, and he packs noticeable muscle.

Soap swallows, and tries not to stare so much at the thick scar that spans from his chin to his hairline.

“Hm,” presumably—hopefully—Simon hums. “He said you’d be here. Tommy, quit bein’ a prick and let him in.”

Tommy doesn’t bother to hide his displeasure as he steps aside for Soap to enter. Soap doesn’t suppose he’s too hurt by it.

At this point, he only cares to see whether the hassle will have been worth it. He tries not to flinch when the door shuts behind him.

Soap might still be telling Price to shove it anyway, the absolute arsehole.