#going into a dangerous area with his TEAM in a HELICOPTER

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One of the failed opportunities of season 7 that can be blamed on time constraints is the fact they don’t address that Eddie just… got in a helicopter. Twice. Lives weren’t even on the line the second time he just casually had his new friend Tommy fly him in a helicopter. Like obviously this season was more interested in Eddie’s Shannon Trauma but some acknowledgment, even a single line, about Eddie being up in the air again, would have been nice

[grimoireofhayley]

Shackles

Leon S. Kennedy x TF141!Reader

Inspired by both events of MW2, Resident Evil (Games & Animated Movies) and the song Shackles by Steven Rodriguez.

Shackles Master List

Summary: As a 25-year-old prodigy, you managed to capture the likeness of the original Task Force 141 - with your skills of governmental hacking, intelligence and manipulation they have recruited you to their team. However, the 5 of you were assigned to take down Umbrella Inc and their corrupt employees. It was in your hands to stop a bio-terrorist attack from furthering the plummet of Raccoon City, yet again, and upon landing, you were greeted by a certain DSO Agent who will join you on the mission, Leon S. Kennedy, though, he didn’t really make a great first impression…

Warnings: Smut (Eventually), Swearing, Blood & Gore, Flirting, BDSM (Eventually), Implied Mental Health Struggles, Alcoholism, Trauma, Torture, Eventual Kidnapping , Age Gap (Leon is 48 and reader is 25), Enemies to Lovers, Slight Ghost x Reader if you squint, Leon’s a complete ass at first

Prologue:

“Aye, las..” Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley greeted, his accent thick and heavy, determination glossing over in his eyes; his hands gripping the SC-2010 - a fully automatic assault rifle, as he looked the smaller girl over.

“Are you ready for the mission?” He asked, shuffling in his spot, his usual expression stoic, but was covered by his skull-patterned balaclava.

“As I’ll ever be.” She smiled, cocking her gun, her eyes glinting as she looked her weapon over.

“Captain Price, Soap and Gaz will meet us in the city.” Simon began, “Raccoon City…” He finished, slight judgement in his voice. “What kind of fuckin’ name is that?” He scoffed.

“One that smells like it’s filled with zombies from a recent bio-terrorist attack.” She replied, placing her prized weapon in the holster of her thigh, hinting towards the mission ahead.

“I’d say you’d be bloody right.” Simon said, a light chuckle leaving him as he slung his rifle over his shoulder, a faint smile hidden behind the fabric. “Come on, las. Time to save the world... once again..”He joked, turning on his heel, and heading off to the helicopter at the helipad, “Price, Soap and Gaz are already at the shit show…”

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The Helicopter door remained open as Ghost stood inside of it, leaning against the doorframe, his arms crossed over his armoured chest, as he surveyed the area, looking out onto the city. His eyes scanning every building and street they flew over. Ghost wasn’t going to underestimate this. They’d been through too much to die here. He’d kill every last zombie if he had to. No matter what.

“Land ‘er down, ‘ere, Pilot” Ghost instructed, pointing to the ground below.

(Y/n) soon followed, her feet touching the ground. Her eyes gazing around the area, her gun in hand as her senses alerted her of the dangers that lurked beyond the ground. “What is our next move, sir.” She asked, turning to Ghost, as the pilot sped off.

“Our first move is to locate Price and the others in this Godforsaken city…” He muttered, “Then we make another plan from there.” He finished.

“Affirmative.” (Y/n) answered, before taking point, her mind and senses on full alert as she ventured into the city, every nook and cranny, every street and building, there was no chance that she’d miss anything that was even a remote threat to the pair.

Ghost followed close behind, taking a moment to look around the area, beginning his own surveillance of his surroundings while simultaneously following after the woman in front of him.

The two made their way down the empty and desolate streets, neither of them was in the mood for talking.

The silence was loud.

The rustling of the wind and distant groans and moans were the only thing that broke the quiet, aside from the constant squeaking of their footsteps.

Turning to an alleyway, (Y/n) spoke up, “Seems like this city’s been evacuated.” She took a deep breath, “Must’ve had some shitty luck to get caught up in the middle of it…”

“I don‘t believe in luck.” Ghost muttered, a hint of desolation in his voice, as he looked over towards (Y/n), “I believe we make our own luck. Bad or good.” He finished, before looking back to keep an eye out for the other members of the team. His eyes scanning the rooftops of the buildings, searching for the tell-tale signs of his brothers in arms.

Price, Soap and Gaz.

Soon enough, (Y/n) caught the sound of gunfire and shouting from a few blocks away, she instantly turned to Ghost “There!” She hollered, pointing over in the direction of the loud noises. “That’s where they must be!” She continued, before beginning to sprint off in the direction of the noise.

Ghost groaned under his mask, before following after her, his strides long and powerful, keeping up with the Sergeant with ease.

As the duo reached the noise, they soon found that the sounds of gunfire and shouting were coming from a large Police Station to the right. “Well it’s a start.” (Y/n) answered, a huff escaping her lips as she looked over the station. Her hand gripping her gun, her mind racing and scanning the building.

Ghost remained silent, choosing instead to study every inch of the place, his mask concealing his emotions.

“Put your weapon down!”

They heard a familiar voice as they got closer… It was Captain Price.

Ghost’s eyes darted towards the chaos that was unfolding; Price, Soap and Gaz held a man at gunpoint.

His eyes narrowed under his mask, as Ghost studied the situation.

Whoever this guy was, he was important. Why else would Price be trying to detain him?

“Get down on the ground!” Soap commanded, his gun at the ready. “Hands behind ‘yer back!” He shouted, as the gentleman before him slowly knelt down, his hands placed behind his head still holding onto his gun; a cocky grin, appearing across his face.

Gaz was quick to swoop under the man’s arms, forcing him to the ground as he held him tightly. He dropped his gun and Soap kicked it to the side, far away from the person who was once holding it, he grunted, that same shit-eating grin on his face.

Ghost looked over, before approaching the group. “Price?” He asked, as he eyed the man in front of them, his gun still raised as a threat. “What’s going on ‘ere?” He followed up, his eyes falling over the police station in front of him, his mind searching for potential threats or weaknesses in its structure.

“He calls himself Leon S. Kennedy…” Price spoke, not taking his eyes off the dark brunette.

(Y/n) looked over at the guy now known as Leon, her eyes full of judgment as he knelt on the ground being held by Gaz.

What kind of idiot gets himself into a situation like this?

Next —>

[marymary-diva17]

The other sully

Family bonds had always been strong for the navi and the humans as well, family and people had become everyone things during hard times. There was true among the sully but mostly when it came to Jake sully, he did have a strong bond with his family back on earth but gave up his old life for a new one on pandora. Unware that the other sully on pandora life had been in danger by the rda, who were seeking revenge against the many traitors.

y/n " ....." the sunlight had soon hit your face waking you up from your slumber, as you soon raised from the bed you are laying in. it has been fifteen years since you had arrived on pandora. Your arrival here had been something of wonder and fear. When you came here to study the plant and the navi as well, but it soon become fear when the rda was after all of grace team and even those close to Jake. That was you his baby sister that had been capture and escaped, one life over for her and new one began shortly after.

y/n " another brand new day" the sounds of waves crashing had gotten your attention, as you soon moved to the common area of your home.

????? " good morning ma y/n"

y/n " hello my husband Raeyi" the fifteen years here you had been given refugee by the metkayain clan, after they found you clingy to the dirt wood in the water. A few miles from a crashed helicopter they had thought you were a dreamwalker or a demon, staying here in secret until they saw the tulkun protecting you from any danger. One of them even take you onto their backs, in hopes of saving you from death door.

Raeyi " is everything alright my yawne"

y/n " I was thinking about them again my brothers"

Raeyi " one of them dead and other one still living here unknown, to him that you are here as well"

y/n " I don't think the rda sent him a message right away like hey Jake sully we have your baby sister here, do you still love and care about her because it seems like you picked his side ... I don't blame him for loving pandora and finding love again but I feel like he left me behind"

Raeyi" it take heart to still holding someone so dear after all the pain, that you had been through ma y/n" Raeyi is the brother of tonowari and he had brought you back to the village. Ronal and tonowari had allowed you to stay, seeing that you were baldy hurt and the cloned spirt brothers and sisters would'nt let them bring you elsewhere at the moment.

Raeyi " there had been good that came out when you escaped from those demons, I had gotten to meet you the dreamwlaker I had made my mate or wife in human words"

y/n " still a man with smooth talking words even after fifteen years" Raeyi soon smile as he soon leaned in and gave you a kiss, you still wish to see your brother one day and speak with him.

Raeyi " i do my best ma y/n" soon the sound of footsteps walking towards the common area had caught the couple attention.

Raeyi " my sons good mornings" you had looked up to see your twin sons standing there, your sons Aiiu and Ati had made the clan surprised but when it came to you it was not a shocker. As your family had a long line of twins and it seems like you had kept that going. They are carbon copies of their father but did know the sky people language from you and understood, the humans tech and everything else.

Raeyi " i will be going with my brother on portal today"

y/n " that good to know but stay safe husband the rda had returned, and they will stop at nothing to fully their greed"

Raeyi " i will ma y/n if you promise me to stay safe as well I don't, wish for those demons to come get you ... I will not let them hurt you more like they already have done"

Later on that day

y/n " today everything seems to be going well ...." your words had been interrupted when the sound of a horn had drawn your attention. When you soon looked up to see mountain banshee a good group of them, flying towards the village. You had called your IIu and and headed, back to the village right away.

y/n " ......" you had soon reached the village and got off go your IIu soon swim in the water and towards the shore. That when you spotted navi from the omatacayia clan standing on sandy beach.

????? " daddy there is someone like us already here"

????? " tuk baby girl what are you talking about ....y/n" you had heard a voice you hadn't heard in so long, it was your older brother Jake he looked at you.

y/n " Jake"

norm " Jake who are you .... y/n"

y/n " norm" a few avatars had soon looked towards you and saw you standing there, shocked to see a avatar female all the way out here but more shock to see another sully here as well. Jake soon walked towards you and hugged you.

neytiri " ma Jake do you know of this women"

Jake " yes she is my sister neytiri the one I spoke about"

neytiri " your sister y/n"

Jake " yes y/n you are really here please tell me it true or have we been traveling to long and we are all seeing things"

norm " no Jake we all can see here and so can metekayain as well"

????? " father this is our aunt" you had seen three teens and the girl from before looking at you, with smiles on their faces.

y/n " you are a father now"

Jake " yes there is so much you have missed y/n"

mo'at " Jake sully this women is the sister you had been talking about"

Jake " yes but how are you here I thought you where somewhere safe, how are you here" you didn't have time to answer your brother questions as, the arrival of tonowari and your mate coming back from portal. Along side with ronal and her three children as well.

tsireya " aunt y/n is everything okay do you know these guests"

y/n " yes I do reya"

aonung " they are like you more of them seem to be from the same clan as you"

y/n " yes you are right aonung"

rotox " mother and father will love to have some words with them, alongside uncle Raeyi as well"

Raeyi " y/n is everything okay"

y/n " yes everything is fine we have some guests as we all can see"

Ronol " yes we do the some of the omatcayia clan have come to see us, lead by Jake sully himself"

Jake " hello we have come here in peace and mean no harm"

tonowari " why have you come here Jake sully please tell us"

Jake " we have come here seeking sanctuary for our children and our selves"

ronal " you know of y/n here it seems"

Jake " yes she my younger sister I never knew she was here"

ronal " ......"

tonowari " we wish for now war and more trouble we, already have enough trouble here"

Jake " we wish just to keep our families safe and we will help out" tonowari and ronal had looked at each other and soon back at Jake.

tonowari " you all can stay see how you have asked for our help and, how y/n here is your sister as well and member of the clan as well ... my people are guest will be staying with us and learning our ways as well"

tonowari " my children will be helping the children near you, the rest of my family and y/n will be helping as well when it comes to your group other help will be given as well"

Jake " thank you kids say thank you"

kids " thank you"

tsireya " I will show you all around the village"

y/n " I will help as well" you had helped the families bring some of their stuff over to the houses, they will be living in while they are here.

tuk " you are really my aunt"

y/n " yes I'm sweetie"

tuk " I'm so happy to have you as my aunt another sully in the family"

y/n " yes that is true"

neytiri " y/n we had thought you had been lost to us after the war with the rda, we had thought the sky demons had done worst but we are happy to have you here"

y/n " yes it good to have you all here and I will be here to help with lessons"

neytiri " thank you"

Jake " sister"

neytiri " come on tuk let leave your father and aunt to talk" tuk waved goodbye to you as you had smiled at her, and soon looked up at your brother.

Jake " I'm so happy you are here sister I thought I will never see you again, after all that had happened"

y/n " yes I thought we will be separated forever but it seems like we meet again"

Jake " you have to tell me and everyone else how you are here, we have seen rda use recoms but we never knew there were other already here"

y/n " I will explain all to you and everyone my brother .... you have a beautiful family"

Jake "thank you but they are your family as well I have told them so, many stories about you and Tommy" you and Jake had caught the kids looking at the pair, getting a smile from you and wave.

y/n " I will make sure to be there for them Jake I will not like the rda harm anyone else, after all they have done"

Jake " thank you sister but we will be here for you as well" you had nodded your head, feeling mixed emotions about your brothers words.

norm " hey y/n it good to see an friend"

y/n " hello norm I have to agree it good to see friends and colleagues as well, it has been fifteen years since I last saw you all"

norm " yes it has and it seems like we have much to discuss, max and everyone else are happy to hear about you and see you again"

y/n " good"

Jake " you have already made a life here so that will make everything easy"

y/n " yes I have made a life here so I will be helping everyone with their lessons if need be, when it comes to the adults"

Jake " thank you will you love to stay a bit longer for maybe dinner"

y/n " thank you for the offer but I should allow you and your families to settle in"

Jake " okay but let me tell you your nieces and nephews might be asking to spend time with their aunt"

y/n " I will welcome that time even with the boy who standing with them"

norm " his name is spider he is quaritch son"

y/n " oh yes I know that and he can spend time with me as well" the two males had nodded thier heads, as you soon left them to settle in as you walked home. You had came across Raeyi and his family and joined them, as most of them knew of your story and could see this might be hard time for you. Raeyi had embraced you and made a promise to be there for you during this time, and if needed he will fight your brother to keep you safe form any harm that comes from him.

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The day has come. Captain John Price and his wife have to go on their first mission together to kill a terrorist.

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I wanted to write the end a bit smutty, but didn’t know if anyone would want to read it in this series. Maybe in the next series or chapter...? Please let me know, if you would like to read smut in this series or not!🙈

Words: 1622

Warning: Blood, death, angsty, fluff

Part 1: Wife Meets Friend | Part 2: Wife On A Mission | Part 3: Wife In Danger | Part 4: Husband Saves Wife | Part 5: (you are reading it)

John watched you from the doorway, feeling a mixture of pride and concern. He knew you were strong, after all he saw that you could protect yourself, but he couldn’t help the protective instincts within him. The thought of losing you was unbearable, and he would do everything in his power to make sure that didn’t happen.

“Ready?” He asked as you finished adjusting your outfit.

You turned to him; your expression serious but confident. “Ready.”

As you two headed out, you received a call from Kate Laswell. She had been coordinating with the CIA to gather more intel on Mikhailov, and she had news.

“Price, (Y/N), we’ve got a solid lead.” You heard Kate’s voice over the secure line. “Mikhailov was spotted in a remote area near the Russian border. It’s heavily guarded, but this might be our best chance to catch him.”

John exchanged a glance with you. This was it. “We’ll move out immediately.” He replied, his voice firm. “Keep us updated.”

“You got it. And John,” Kate added, her tone softer now, “be careful. Both of you.”

“We will.” He promised before ending the call.

The drive to the airfield was quiet, the tension between them thick. Task Force 141 was already waiting when you arrived. Ghost, Soap, and Gaz were geared up. They greeted you with a nod.

As you all boarded the helicopter, John briefed the team on the mission. “Mikhailov’s holed up in a compound near the Russian border. It’s heavily fortified, and he’ll have men watching every angle. We go in fast, take out the guards, and secure the target. (Y/N) and I will focus on Mikhailov. The rest of you cover our flanks and secure the perimeter.”

When they arrived, the team moved, each member falling into their roles seamlessly. They approached the compound under the cover of darkness.

You moved alongside John. You had been on countless missions before, but this one was different. This time, it was personal.

As they neared the compound, the team pressed on, inching closer to their target.

They breached the compound swiftly. John and you led the charge, your movements perfectly in sync as you cleared room after room, taking down every single person.

Finally, they reached a large room that could only be Mikhailov’s command center. The door was heavily guarded, but the team dispatched the guards quickly, leaving the entrance unguarded.

John glanced at you, his heart pounding. This was it.

“Ready?” He asked her, his voice low and steady.

You nodded, your grip tightening on your weapon. “Let’s finish this.”

You breached the door together, the explosive charge blowing it off its hinges. The room was filled with smoke and debris, but you moved in quickly, weapons pointing on the figure standing in the center of the room.

Mikhailov.

He was older now, but the madness in his eyes was unmistakable. He grinned as you all entered, as if he had been expecting them.

“Captain Price.” He greeted your husband with a nod. “I should have known you’d come. And you brought your lovely wife. How touching.”

John’s jaw clenched, but he didn’t lower his weapon. “It’s over, Mikhailov.”

Mikhailov chuckled darkly. “You think so? Did you really think it would be this easy?”

Before John could respond, the room was suddenly filled with the sound of gunfire. Mikhailov’s men, hidden in the shadows, opened fire from all sides. The team scattered, taking cover.

You moved with lightning speed, returning fire with deadly accuracy. You saw John doing the same. The room was a chaos of gunfire, shouts, and the smell of smoke.

As the last of Mikhailov’s men fell, the room fell silent. Mikhailov was still standing, a bullet wound in his shoulder and chest.

John stepped forward; his gun touching Mikhailov’s head. “It’s over.”

Mikhailov sneered, blood dripping from his wounds. “You think killing me will change anything, Captain? You might have stopped me, but you sure as hell can’t stop the next guy and the one after him…”

You glanced at John, who stared at Mikhailov. He fired a single shot through Mikhailov’s head. The man crumpled to the ground, the life draining out of him.

The room fell silent once more, the finality of it sinking in. Mikhailov was dead. It was over.

John lowered his weapon, his heart still pounding as he looked at you. Your eyes locked on Mikhailov’s lifeless body.

“It’s over.” John murmured to you.

You nodded. They had survived it together. All of them.

The rest of Task Force 141 gave them a moment, as they began to secure the area, checking for any remaining threats and ensuring that the compound was clear.

After a few moments, you looked up at John. “I’m sorry.” You whispered.

John shook his head. “You don’t have to apologize again, love. We’re past that now. What matters is that we’re here, together. And that we made it through.”

You nodded, your heart swelling with gratitude and love for this man who had stood by you through everything.

Ghost approached them quietly, his voice low and respectful as he addressed John. “Price, the area’s secure. No sign of any other hostiles. We’re clear.”

John nodded. “Good work, Ghost. Let’s get out of here.”

The team moved out of the compound, making their way back to the extraction point where the helicopter was waiting and they finally can go back home.

When the team landed back at the base, John and you were the last to leave the helicopter, stepping onto the tarmac as the sun began to rise.

Laswell was waiting for you, her expression a mixture of concern and relief as she approached. “I got your message.” She said, her eyes flicking between you two. “Is it done?”

John nodded. “Mikhailov’s dead.”

Kate let out a breath she hadn’t realized she was holding, her shoulders relaxing slightly. “Good. You two did what needed to be done. But I have to ask…are you both okay?”

You met Kate’s gaze, a small, tired smile playing on her lips. “We will be. It’s going to take some time, but we’ll be okay.”

Kate nodded, her expression softening. “If there’s anything you need, you know where to find me.”

“Thank you, Kate.” John said, his voice full of gratitude.

As she walked away, John turned to you, his hand finding your once more. “Let’s go and rest.” He said softly.

You groaned. “Sounds good. I’m fucking tired.”

John chuckled, as you two made your way back to his quarters. Back in his quarters, John gently guided you to sit on the edge of the bed. He knelt in front of you, his hands resting on your knees as he looked up at you.

“(Y/N).” He began, his voice full of emotion. “I know things have been…complicated. But I want you to know that I’m in this with you. No matter what.”

Tears welled up in your eyes again, but this time they were tears of relief, of love. You cupped his face in your hands, your thumbs brushing over the stubble on his cheeks. “John...”

He smiled, leaning into her touch. “I’m not going anywhere, love.”

You leaned down, capturing his lips in a soft kiss. When you finally pulled apart, you rested your foreheads together.

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John woke up, glancing down at you, as you slept peacefully. He smiled at your sleeping form, knowing how rare and precious this moment of calm was, and he wasn’t going to waste it.

Careful not to wake you, John slowly shifted out of bed. He pulled on a pair of sweatpants and a T-shirt, then made his way to the kitchen to start breakfast. He couldn’t help but continue to smile. Today was their day - no missions, no threats, no shadows lurking in the background. Just them, finally free to enjoy each other’s company without the weight of the world on their shoulders.

The smell of breakfast stirred you from your sleep. You blinked, stretching before realizing you were alone in bed. A smile tugged at your lips as you slipped out of bed and padded barefoot to join him.

When you reached the kitchen, you paused in the doorway, watching him for a moment. John looked so at ease, so content. This was the man you loved, and seeing him like this, relaxed and happy, made you so damn happy.

“Good morning, love.” John greeted without turning around, sensing your presence before he even saw you.

“Good morning.” You walked over to him, wrapping your arms around his waist from behind and pressing your cheek against his back. “This smells amazing.”

He chuckled, placing the spatula down for a moment to turn in your embrace. “Only the best for you.” He said, leaning down to kiss you gently.

You took a seat at the small kitchen table while John finished preparing breakfast. He brought the plates over, setting them down.

“Oh, not burnt?” You chuckled.

John sat down across from you, his eyes twinkling with affection. “I tried my best, love. But it isn’t as good as your meals.”

As you ate, you talked about everything and nothing - your conversation light and easy. You joked about the little things, shared stories from before they’d met, and made plans for the future - a future that now seemed brighter than ever.

After breakfast, you asked him if you could spend the day at home together without any interruptions. John shook his head. “I wish we could, but we have to get out.”

Your eyes widen. Another mission?

He chuckled at your reaction. “You owe me a date. Remember?”

You grinned brightly at him. “Of course. I can’t say no to my dear husband.”

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can I get a corrupt Joe au info dump or masterpost or something similar? love the au and wanna know more but I don't know where to start

Alright anon, here ya go

CORRUPTED JOE AU MASTERPOST

Basically the entire premise of this au is that Dina didn't hit ZZ hard enough with the pipsqueak. It was enough to boot out ZZ but some his magic remained in Joe's body and corrupted him, turning him into an overbearing, possessive, short-tempered, homicidal monster.

Joe's sole motivation is to protect and care for the Patrol Team and the BB Brigade trio, as he now views them as his own kids. Unfortunately, Joe's idea of keeping them safe means depriving them of their freedom and refusing to let them leave Caliosteo. The staff leaders have been trying to keep the kids away from Joe for their safety, and are trying to find a way to stop Joe or get off the islands.

The reason Joe can even get away with doing any of this is because the park is closed to the public during the au and he has gone out of his way to steal everyone's dino medals (by both tricking some of them into handing the medals over and by brute force). He's also destroyed any other means of leaving the islands. Any boats or helicopters are no longer functional. VMM machines have also been disrupted. Only Joe has vivosaurs and power of any form now.

Speaking of his vivosaurs, Joe uses them all to patrol Cranial City to look for threats and any runaway flaplings. Ptera patrols the skies, Heracles the more open outdoor areas, and Bulgon any small spaces the other two can't reach. Berto, Seidon, and Argento are also available to Joe, and each of them patrols a digsite. Ptera, Heracles, and Bulgon view their roles in this as just ensuring the safety of the kids. They do not understand why the kids run away from them and Joe.

The magic has twisted Joe in mind and body. Most of his unhinged behavior is rooted in emotions that Joe already had, just forcibly cranked up to dangerous extremes.

A brief overview of the major changes Joe has undergone:

-Joe already cares about the BB Brigade commanders and the Patrol Team, even starting to view them as his own, and as such desires to protect them. Additionally, he feels guilty about not being able to keep anyone safe from ZZ, who he unleashed in the first place. The magic amplifies this to unhealthy degrees. Joe begins believing he needs to keep them safe from anything and everything at all costs, that he's the ONLY one who can do so. The kids need to be with him always.

-His anger is so so bad now. Joe already had anger issues, if him shouting at the BB Brigade and said Brigade comparing his anger to literal natural disasters is anything to go by. The magic turns him downright murderous. Anyone who Joe thinks is a threat to his flaplings needs to die. People who try to separate him from the kids for their safety are also viewed as threats. No one keeps Joe from his kids. NO ONE.

-The magic has granted him increased strength. Joe always had great endurance but he's never really been all that strong. The magic however, has made him so strong he can solo vivosaurs by himself. That's terrifying.

-His more monstrous appearance is a rather recent development. At first his eyes were tainted purple, with the pupils glazed over. Now he's began to take on the traits of ZZ himself. Not good.

-Much like his vivosaurs, he doesn't know why the flaplings would ever try to leave him. Don't they know how hard he tries to protect them? Because he can't fathom the idea that maybe he's the problem, he blames the staff leaders, who he believes are trying to turn his flaplings against him. The magic makes it very hard for Joe to reflect on himself. He upsets the kids, murders and attempts to murder people, but he legitimately thinks he's just a hardworking single dad trying his best while the world seems to be unfairly against him. Basically, Joe is existing in one of those parent simulator games where things always go wrong while everyone else exists in a horror game.

A rough timeline of canon events so far:

Canon happens as normal.

Months go by of nothing but Joe feeling under the weather.

The park closes for maintenance, most people leave except for the staff leaders, Joe, the Patrol Team, Scatterly, BB Brigade commanders, and maybe a few normal staff that are mostly on the other islands.

Joe becomes fully corrupted, unbeknownst to everyone else.

Joe steals everyone's medals.

The Patrol Team go to the staff leaders, who are all on Cranial Isle, for help.

The staff leaders see Joe's unhinged behavior and try to leave with everyone else.

Joe becomes enraged, and starts the cat and mouse dynamic between him and the others for the rest of the au.

The staff leaders form a makeshift base on the outskirts of Cranial City, making regular supply runs while avoiding Joe.

The Patrol Team devise a plot to get their medals back, with Dina raiding Wildwest Tower while Joe and his vivosaurs are distracted. Dino and Pauleen distract Bulgon and Heracles. Todd is used to draw Joe out into Rainbow Canyon and away from the tower (wrote a mini fic for this, try using the "#zesty tries to write something" tag, you'll find it faster that way). Rupert watches Joe and Todd from the sidelines, and is there to warn Dina of when Joe comes back. Joe ends up chasing Todd with Ptera, but comes back earlier than anticipated, leaving everyone but Rupert stuck with him.

Rupert returns to the staff leaders and BB Brigade trio, and goes to scout a few days later.

The Fossildig CEO comes to Caliosteo looking for Rupert. Joe lures him just outside of the city and kills him. Rupert unfortunately is a witness, and Joe finds him and brings him back to the tower.

Lester, Lola, and Cole go looking for Rupert, finding Joe's bloody bootprints. They assume the worst.

Lester, Lola, and Cole find Stella being chased by Joe, and distract him so she can get away. A rogue S-Raptor attacks, and Cole is left injured. Joe badly beats the rogue into fleeing, and takes Cole back to the tower.

Joe ends up passing out from exhaustion, allowing all the flaplings he took so far to escape. When he awakes, he becomes enraged and physically transforms into something more monstrous.

Dina gets held hostage by Rockin' Billy, who snuck back onto the islands and is looking for revenge. The staff leaders are forced to watch as Billy hurts her, threatening them into compliance with his Raja.

Joe, hearing the commotion, slaughters Billy. The staff leaders try to make a run for it with Dina. When Joe gives chase, Stella tries to distract Joe so Terry and Kent can get away with the injured teen. It doesn't work, and with their deaths guaranteed if they get caught, they cut their losses and drop Dina, leaving her to Joe so they can get away.

Everyone is mad and Joe gets one of his flaplings back. This is it for now.

If you're wondering where Scatterly is in all of this, he's trying his very best to be as out-of-the-way as possible. He likely won't survive if Joe ever turns against him, as he can't flee as well as everyone else, so he tries to appease the cowboy whenever the two interact. It's worked so far, but no one knows how long that will last.

Some additional info to consider:

Joe has started acting more animalistic, especially after his physical transformation. He growls, hisses, roars, purrs, etc. He'll sometimes move around on all fours, and he'll even build nests out of blankets and pillows, just for his flaplings. Ptera thinks he sucks at nestbuilding btw.

Basically everyone is sleep deprived, but Joe especially almost never sleeps. How can he when his beloved flaplings are out there possibly in danger and not safe with him???

Joe gets headaches when he can't be with his flaplings, making him even more ill-tempered than usual.

If Joe has other loved ones be at Caliosteo while he's corrupted he WILL try to dote on them like he does with his flaplings. Friends of his and romantic partners (ESPECIALLY romantic partners) get the controlling and overly affectionate cowboy instead of the murder one.

The kids know that something ZZ related made Joe like this and they think they can battle him to snap him out of it. Unfortunately they can't do that without vivosaurs, and there's no way in hell they're gonna try to physically fight him when he can kill them all with little effort.

Oh yeah Joe is also just bigger now lol.

I'm not sure if this is comprehensive enough for you, anon (I didn't wanna leave you waiting too long for this post). If there's anything you want clarification on, do not hesitate to ask!

[cosmica-galaxy]

Hey its goose anon! Thank you for answering my question thats like a long time ago which i just saw today, sorry about that been a long time since i visited this blog, but i still love your writings and art! :Since requests are open, i would like to ask of a scenerio of The main guys seeing Soldier!reader in action? Maybe a massive battle happened and reader decides to jump in and save them, but how destructive reader could ACTUALLY be?

Have a good day!

Hi, Goose! It's been a while and I'm glad you're back! :D

(This scenario would most likely take place after the AAHW tries to forcefully make the Soldier join, as well as them collecting enough samples to try and clone them. But their team breaks them out, so this takes place during their breakout and when their loyalty is sworn to SQ.)

CW: GORE MENTION AHEAD!

During the breakout to retrieve Soldier!Reader from the AAHW facility that served as their prison, the group of Hank, Sanford, and Deimos would no doubt be swarmed by AAHW units that were placed there to try and keep the Soldier contained.

Upon trying to break out, the SQ crew would be attacked by literal DOZENS of agents and units. Upon seeing their little friends getting shot and injured by the hostile organization, the large soldier would fly into a rage for the first time since they came to Nevada.

The peaceful diplomacy that the soldier is known for is suddenly gone and agents are finding themselves suddenly squared up against a large behemoth that is NOT happy that their little buddies are going to be killed off by the agents.

Upon starting to rampage, the soldier crushes numerous agents under their heavy boots with a series of vicious stomps. Turning them into crushed viscera and red smears in the concrete. They move much faster than MAG agents, their longer limbs allowing them to sidestep, leap, and roll out of danger and crush, squish, throw, and rend any agent units in their way.

Their primary objective is to pick up their smaller companions and place them on their body or in their reinforced backpack for safety. The injured are carefully placed onto their back while the others cling on to their back and body while they dispatch and destroy anything in their way as their rampage resumes.

Cars are crushed underfoot and if there are helicopters nearby, they will literally pick up a vehicle and CHUCK it at the helicopters. Sending them down in a ball of fire. If the helicopters manage to drop a few MAG agents, the Soldier will enter combat with them with no hesitation. Their nimble form allows them to dance around the MAGS with ease as they grab their extremities and tear the pipes and hoses from their bodies. If one MAG is particularly skilled, the legendary rifle that the soldier always carries around is utilized. A sound akin to a loud thunder clap rocks the ground and the next thing the grunts know, the MAG's head is blown to shit. Blood, brains, and bone are splattered in a radius around the collapsing body of the MAG agent.

Meanwhile, the SQ crew is hanging on or hiding in their pack, watching just the sheer amount of carnage the soldier is leaving in their aggressive wake. Piles upon piles of bodies lie across the battlefield, burning wrecks smolder and fires raging, and a couple of dead MAGS lie in the ruins of what was once a AAHW base. The soldier isn't even done, as they continue to rampage and rip, stomp, and throw away any adversaries that swarmed the area.

The soldier has taken damage too. From gunshots, to slashed clothes, and even burns from fire, but the soldier is far too enraged to care. They even target certain explosive parts of the base. Intentionally picking up AAHW trucks and throwing them at these vulnerable places. From fueling areas to propane takes, the car impacts these locations and shit fucking explodes. Fire rains down and the soldier finally begins to head out with their charges safely on their body.

The smoke from the fires provide cover from the helicopters and if any are seen following the retreating soldier, another thrown item (be it a car, iron beam, or corpse) is quick to dispatch the pursuers.

The soldier would run for miles away from the location, getting information from their little riders on where to go. Once they all get back to the base after the successful breakout, the soldier finally collapses in a tired heap and allows their charges to get off of them. Doc is quick to come out of the base and assess the damage and treat wounds.

Once the heat is off and injuries are mended, the soldier is treated with far more respect. Their aggression and sheer power was typically never shown nor seen, but after the AAHW fiasco, the SQ crew now truly understands the power someone like their large soldier can wield.

In a way, it makes the crew admire you.

As an added bonus to the aftermath, the soldier now looks at the AAHW as a genuine threat.

"Hank, you are right. The Auditor is a cocksucker and his entire organization can burn to the fucking ground. Fuck the AAHW."

The Soldier would say as they get treated by Doc, much to the happiness of Hank and the rest of the crew cheers in agreement.

The soldier is now much more wary of the AAHW after that, as they are also equally protective of their little "war-family" and would take any hostile behavior towards them as a threat.

NOBODY attempts to kill their little allies or their mini-me (Hank) and lives.

[epicspheal]

You know with Pokemon leaning more into Parents as Antagonist/Villains, I'd love for them to explore different types of Bad Parents. Because the bad parents that have gotten the focus (Giovanni, Ghetsis, Lusamine, Sada/Turo) pretty much fall under the criminal neglect/manipulative/controlling/abusive category. And while these are fantastic topics to cover...they've kind of been done a lot for the series. And there's definitely a lot more types of bad parents than just those and they have really good narrative potential in a Pokemon game. I'd love for them for example to really expand on the overprotective parent. We've seen this a bit with Wally's Family (due to his respiratory condition) and Bianca with her father but it ends up being resolved rather quickly within the main story. I feel like the Overprotective Parent can work well as the basis of an entire villainous team of well-meaning but very over-bearing helicopter parents who are trying to prevent kids from going on journeys because it's either "Too Dangerous" (Since we know from both Legends and SV that people can die from being attacked by Pokemon) or "To Protect Kids from Failure from having their dream crushed" (there is a common theme among rivals about having their dreams take a shift after constantly losing to the player...and there are many parents who just don't take kindly to the idea of their kids failing and being hurt by said failures). Basically a reverse-Team Plasma. What's great is that this team can follow the trend of recent villainous teams not being straight up evil...but more misguided. You can definitely work the plot of it the founders of the team maybe having been crushed by their own failures and in the misguided parenting are trying to protect their kids from that. If we want to get dark maybe they know someone (their sibling or another child of theirs) was seriously hurt/killed by Pokemon and they really don't want a repeat. The Overprotective Parent also works as just a standalone. This is one of the areas where I'm really hoping BW gets ORAS style remakes because I want them to explore Bianca and her father's storyline in a deeper manner.

I'd also love to see a parent that tries to live through the rival vicariously. They see their child has some potential in battling (or another thing if they bring back sidequests like Contests, Pokestar Studios or Pokeathlons) and because they (for whatever reason) couldn't be what they wanted, they decide to push their kid into becoming that to the point the kids starts to lose interest (or perhaps want a different career path entire). Personally I'd love to see the plot be the kid wants to be whatever it is they're good at, but their parent's ambitions and demands for perfectionism sucks the joy from them and they have to regain their passion independent of their parents. There's a lot of potential for growth in the parent with this one as maybe by the post game the parent stops badgering their kid and they themselves attempt to restart their hobby as a trainer/coordinator/etc. It's important for parents to know that they can still pursue their dreams even with children it just takes balance and not living vicariously through others. One that would be really interesting to see is the parent who thinks dealing with Pokemon (let alone training them) is a pointless and doesn't think their child should want to do the same, despite the kid clearly wanting to go on a journey themselves. We've seen a bit in Legends people not wanting to deal with Pokemon (granted this was a bit more out of fear rather than complete disinterest) and we've seen in the anime kids who weren't interested in Pokemon (Chloe/Koharu early on most notably but also some COTDs in early seasons). I think it's something the games could really use for a character. Like it's refreshing to see characters not necessarily be gungho about Pokemon themselves (let alone battling) and it'd be interesting to see how in a modern timeline that could cause conflict in how the kid deals with not having their parent's support in a "I don't give a f*** about your interest type of way and you shouldn't either". This would be really good for an older rival NPC whose parents feel like their ambition to be a trainer is worthless, partly because they personally don't see any value in Pokemon, but also because they see the notion of going on a journey to be something naive kids do, and as a older teenager/young adult they should be focused on trying to find a proper profession. This is one path that could involve the parent learning to like Pokemon in the end. Honestly though, I'd be okay if the end result is that they still personally don't care about Pokemon or training, but they become more supportive of the character because they realize that their child is their own person and are allowed to have different opinions and aspirations. I just really hope they branch out from the neglect/abuse path because while very important topics there's others ways parents can be not great and those deserve spotlight

[storeecbrcod]

Through the Rubble (Pt 2)

Ghost x Reader fic (TW: Death, crushing injury, mild body horror, night terrors)

It’s been months since you were deemed KIA. Months since Soap heard Ghost’s agonised screams in the distance over the crackling of fires and tumbling of walls. Months since Soap had to call in back up to pry Ghost from your still body, and force him to leave the area just so a recovery crew could render your fractured body irrecoverable.

Ghost hadn’t been the same since. He turned colder, meaner, more sour. Presumably, it would make him stronger; he’d been through so much, this was surely not his worst experience.

His days spent in his bed on base begged to differ. He could barely get up anymore. He was used to your soft touch to rouse him, small kisses to his shoulders to get his muscles to work for him. But he didn’t have you now. He wasted away in his room for hours, trying to build up an ounce of strength to face himself and do something.

He hated how weak he felt. How he couldn’t even open his eyes without being painfully aware of the bed springs laying untouched next to him. He hated how he had to drag himself from the sheets, huffing and groaning, just to force himself to get dressed let alone leave his room and continue his life.

The team noticed, watching Ghost move sullenly around base. If you didn’t know what to look for, you’d probably think Ghost was just angrier than usual, but still Ghost. Him moving deliberately and with cold eyes wasn’t uncommon, after all.

But the team saw how he’d become hesitant. He wouldn’t answer their questions with unwavering certainty, he’d always think about it for a moment. He’d pause before picking up his plate from the mess hall. He’d look around a room before entering it. No matter what he did, he never walked straight into anything anymore.

They all thought it was anxiety, flashbacks of some sort. They all assumed he was thinking about how his decisions somehow got you killed, how he didn’t want to eat from grief, how he was searching for danger in every room.

But, in reality, he was thinking of you.

He was trying to decide how his answer might affect you as if you were there. He hated that he was grabbing a plate, not two for a quiet lunch in his office with you like you always used to. He searched for you, hoping against hope that your eyes would meet him and beckon him over to you.

You were never there, though.

It was another night laid in bed, sleepless and overwhelmed. He tried to close his eyes so many times, but all that he got in return was recurring images of your body, lifeless under the rubble through his tear-soaked lashes as he held your hand. Over and over again, all he saw was blood seeping from your crushed body, pink bubbles at the corner of your mouth as you spoke to him.

“Go, Ghost. Go while you can. I’m done.”

How his pleads spilled from his mouth, begging you to push against the weight on your chest.

“I love you, Si.”

He opened his eyes, sighing as he tried to push the thoughts away. Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. He invited the person on the other side in, Soap opening the door.

“Morning, LT,” he said cheerfully. It made Ghost’s head hurt.

“Morning, Johnny. What is it?” he asked bluntly. Soap smiled a bit wider. “I’ve got a surprise, mate,” Soap replied. Ghost got up slowly, walking to Soap and following him through the halls.

“What is it, Sergeant?” Ghost grumbled, not appreciating the wake up call despite the sunlight and the crows calling outside.

Soap didn’t reply, just leading him through the halls in a blur. He wasn’t paying attention as he felt his heart flutter in anticipation. He wasn’t sure what it was, but he felt excited, hopeful.

He picked up pace with Soap, exiting the barracks and being led straight to the aircraft pad. He saw a crowd around a helicopter that had landed, their backs to them as they approached. He felt his heart pick up speed again as he plunged through the crowd, forcing them aside without care.

Body after body he had to push past, not bothering with apologies as hope continued to grip his body. I need to know. It has to be. Who else would it be coming home? Coming home to me?

A flicker of hair was seen, and he recognised it immediately, choking him up as he barreled past the last few people. He felt tears prick his eyes in relief, in joy, knowing his intuition was right.

It was never wrong with you.

He burst through the crowd, only to see you standing there. Your eyes pierced his, your smile putting one of his own on his disbelieving face. He just stared for a moment, a mountain of emotions crashing down on him; relief, joy, happiness, disbelief. You were uninjured. You were safe.

You were alive.

“[Name]?” was all he could muster. In response, you lifted your arms to invite him into a hug, and he rushed forward with a strangled choke.

His arms wrapped around you as he cried into your shoulder. So small, my love. I’ve missed you so much, I couldn’t even remember what it felt like to hold you.

There was nothing but comfort for a moment as he held you, his silent tears racing down your skin, staining your shirt.

You were alive. He couldn’t believe it, it didn’t feel real. But all he knew was you were there with him now, hugging him like he had hoped you would for months.

“Ghost.” It was all it took to break the moment. A shiver crawled up his spine, dragging fingers up his vertebrae as the warmth turned cold in an instant. He stilled, holding you in his arms.

Something isn’t right.

He pulled back a bit to see your face. It was sad, but a smile stuck onto it as he looked into your eyes. Streaks ran down your face, as if you had been crying.

“Why?”

His heart sank instantly, his stomach being thrown into unrest as he recognised your tone. His face dropped into a confusion.

“What?” he whispered.

“Why, Ghost? I’m done.”

Your ragged words sent electricity through him, jolting him. As he held you, he felt himself start to shake. He tried to hold you tighter, but felt himself gag as your chest gave way to his squeeze, feeling each of your bones scrape against their fractures in the movement. It was cold, horrifying, but he didn’t dare let you go.

“Go, Ghost. Go while you can, I’m done.” He blinked, and was suddenly assaulted by the smell of burning rubbish, dirt caking his lungs as he looked down at you, now laying on the ground as he kneeled next to you.

No, please. Not again. I can’t.

“No, no, no, [Name], please. Not again,” he whispered, an arm holding your battered body up as his other hand searched you, trying to find the source of your injuries as if he could somehow fix them with his touch, soothe you back to breath.

“For fuck’s sake, not again! Please!” he bellowed. He was growing desperate again, panic forming tight bonds around his heart as it hammered against his chest. He felt your stuttered breaths as your heart fluttered under his grasp, soft and almost gone.

“Don’t you fucking say it, [Name]. I don’t want to hear it,” he growled. He knew what came next, the words that left him broken and clutching his chest in the mornings. The pain that was so unbearable to him.

“I love you, Si.”

He sat up with a scream, booming and piercing. He looked around frantically, eyes wide as his hands shook with the memory of your last breath, the slip of your blood between his fingers. He didn’t speak, he couldn’t over his laboured gasps for air. How cruel.

He looked down to his palms, his mind not comprehending the lack of dirt and blood. Your blood. The blood of his love.

He tried to force air into his lungs, knowing that if he didn’t he’d spiral further. He dare not close his eyes, knowing all he’ll be met with is your face going from a smile to a limp look of distress and loss.

It took time, but he eventually settled, being left with taught features and a tired heart. His pulse felt slow as if he was pumping mud through his veins.

He always tried to avoid using the words heavy or crushing to describe how he felt, feeling like it mocked you, but he was losing words to aptly communicate how much his grief wrapped around him.

He felt as if no one could understand the jarring pain of holding your love while you shared their last breath, so close you could kiss them, willing yourself to believe your lips on theirs would somehow pass life back into their frozen body.

He felt as if no one would understand how he had taken on some of your breathlessness, needing big gulps of air every once in a while to push against the rubble in his chest.

He felt as if the weight on his heart could only mirror that of which your chest had stilled beneath.

But no matter how he felt, he knew this weight would never lift. A pillar of grief on his body, a reminder of his love gone.

Grief.

Part 1 Part 3 Part 4 (Final)

[anim-ttrpgs]

System License Anon here - thanks so much for the reply! with your current idea for how creators could create modules for Eureka, do you think this would allow for modules in a setting like SCP, with its license limitations?

Well, I don’t know if I can answer this confidently because I don’t know exactly what the copyright and licensing situation is with SCP itself.

However, unofficially, Eureka works super, super well with the SCP universe.

It’s been mentioned before but our own RPG group is currently playing through an indépendant game-agnostic adventure module with Eureka: Investigative Urban Fantasy and playing it as if the party are SCP field agents.

It has required basically no bending of the rules of Eureka, and just a bit of bending to the SCP lore itself. (In this AU to better fit the vibe of Eureka, the SCP Foundation is not connected to the American government and has much, much less resources and influence than in the main canon, and there are fewer actual SCPs as well, which makes everything higher stakes on a personal level. Not only do they have to watch out for the much better funded GOC, but they have to watch out for the CIA and FBI as well.)

It’s playing out more like a spy thriller, with the SCP field agents taking on fake identities to infiltrate a corporate research station after a whistleblower leaked that something very strange and otherworldly, potentially dangerous, is happening there. They have to keep from blowing their cover while they ask around to figure out what kind of secretive projects are happening at this facility. Ideally they can shut it down and/or capture whatever is going on down there and extract without a huge media disaster.

However, in case their cover is blown or the anomaly there turns out to be way more than three field agents can handle, an MTF team is standing by with an unmarked helicopter to drop in and take over the whole facility and extract the agents. This is a secondary party of PCs with different stats and gear.

Of course, nobody wants it to come to that. There will be no way to cover up the fact that this place was raided by 11 armed men arriving in a black helicopter, and there would be almost no way to prevent a distress call from going out, meaning SWAT or the U.S. Army might show up if the MTF team takes too long to extract the anomaly.

Clearly something dangerous is going on, a scientist mysteriously died just a few nights ago, but the field agents don’t even really know what the anomaly *is* yet, but the plan is to steal the keycard of one of the head scientists to use it to sneak into the restricted lower levels and take a look around.

One of the agents has been getting close to the head scientist because she works in the same lab. In the last session, she made the first ever actual Seduce roll in our group’s history of Eureka, and slept with him. They’re seeing each other again soon, and she hopes to be able to discreetly steal his keycard and hand it off to another agent who will use it to get into the restricted area. The third agent, who is working in the security room, will “accidentally” spill coffee on the keyboard of the security camera computer and “have to turn them off” to clean while the agent with the keycard sneaks around where he isn’t supposed to be.

If he gets caught, the plan is for him to say he found the keycard on the ground and was coming to one of the places where he knows this scientist works to return it to him. It’s not the best lie, but this character has a Trait that gives a big bonus to his lying rolls when he’s trespassing in an area where he isn’t supposed to be.

I kinda got totally off track but the point is that it would be super easy to write a Eureka adventure module that would work perfectly for an SCP Foundation campaign without even needing to use the words “SCP Foundation” in the adventure module itself.

Just say “this adventure works well if the investigators are members of a secret organization that tracks down and captures supernatural creatures and objects” and there you go.

And this all may not even matter. There are tons of indépendant SCP Foundation video games, and I don’t know what the actual rules of that are, but it may be just as legal and okay to use the SCP Foundation for your own indépendant project like an adventure module.

If I have time between other ANIM projects I have to give my attention to, I will try to look into what the actual rules are regarding creating your own SCP Foundation content to sell and profit from. Honestly it might be just as easy as a quick google search.

[sgt-scottymoreau]

MWII Event: Countdown

Summary: Time is ticking to stop Hassan and the last missile.

Warning: None

Words: 1.9k // AO3 // Masterlist

A/N: Last part of the main game fic. I guess now I can start posting more original fics, but I don't know which one to post yet lol I have too many.

The flight to Chicago was as tense if not more than their trip to Los Vaqueros’ HQ. If they were late by a few minutes it could change the whole story. They had to locate where exactly Hassan was. According to some more intel they were able to get from El Sin Ombre, the missile has been smuggled through the port of Chicago. To move a container that size unnoticed, it couldn’t have been more too far from it. Or with access to the water. The second piece of information they were able to get was that the man had been moved downtown, in a building used as cover - a shell company - to the Las Almas cartel. It was a gamble to hope that both Hassan and the missile would be there. 

Laswell contacted the local police as soon as the information reached her. She told them to make sure any civilians would be out of the area and to be on the lookout for a stolen container full of weapons. If they knew they were dealing with a missile, it might spread panic even more. Scotty and Gaz were able to pull up the schematic of the said building and gave all the most important details about to Laswell. To her it came clear that Hassan might be on the 54th floor where the schematic showed a fortified server room. From here, they had to corner him and stop him before it was too late.

“I’ll be on the ground working to locate the missile.” Laswell explained the plan. “Garrick will infiltrate with the Marines on the Chicago river and move in from ground level. Ghost and Moreau will go take a heli up to an OP across from the objective for armed overwatch. Price and Soap will touch down on the roof of the building with a group of marines and make their way down. While one team goes up, the other goes down, repelling to the server room, pinching Hassan in the middle.”

Their primary objective is to find the missile and stop it. But they also all had execute authority to kill Hassan if the chance presented itself. 

The night had already fallen over the city by the time all was in place and ready. The rain slowly turned into snow as the cold took its place. Every team was rushing to their designated spot. Scotty watched the other heli in the distance. She could make out the silhouette of the captain and Soap. “Ghost, Scotty, get to your overwatch.” Price’s order came through their radio.

“Rog, on the move.” Their helicopter broke formation to reach the building in front. Scotty checked her weapon one last time; a malfunction would be an issue. Ghost looked at her with a reassuring gaze behind his mask. Not that she needed it but she appreciated it. They both knew the danger that was looming over right now. With the intel suggesting a lot of AQ inside, this added to the workload. The helicopter touched down on the roof and the two snipers disembarked.  Ghost pointed to the edge. 

“We set up there, we should have a good view. I’ll go from top to bottom, you take bottom to top.” He explained. “If anything unusual comes up, tell Garrick right away.”

“Yes, sir.” She positioned her weapon to the right angle, quickly looking if she could see her allies. Through her scope she could see civilians. Hostages. Scotty snickered at the idea of people using the innocent as shields. Only a coward would do that. Or someone who was trying to buy time. 

“Ghost, Scotty, we’re set. You have eyes on?” Price asked.

 “A-firm. Flashing now.” Ghost replied. In the distance, the captain saw the two flashes. The sergeant hooked his rope and started his descent, while the captain took the staircase. Ghost guided him down to the 54th floor. Scotty did the same with Gaz. Although on her side, everything was less crowded. Hassan didn’t need men to protect him on every floor, only needed close to him.

“Gaz, you have two x-rays behind the door of the staircase.” Scotty warned him. 

“Roger.” Scotty saw him kick the door open, sending one AQ flight on the floor with the impact and the other too confused to react. They dropped quickly. “We are on floor 28th, keep climbing.”

In the meantime, Soap and Price had made their first breach in the server and control room to look for Hassan. All clear. He was nowhere in sight. A frustrating outcome. “Ghost, you got anything?”

“A-firm. Possible visual. Forty-sixth floor.” 

Scotty and Ghost remained on the lookout, till Gaz said he had a clear visual on Hassan, indeed 46th floor. As the team went deeper into the building, it was harder for them to keep a visual to help. However, what didn’t go unnoticed by almost everyone was the missile launching. As it flew right above them, the two snipers looked at each other very worried. “I hope they find those control soon, otherwise we are fucked.” Scotty winced, panic rising up inside, yet remained calm on the outside.

“It’s not over yet.” They returned to their overwatch and found the rest of the 141. They saw them heading to a door and then an explosion. They both tensed up, their grip on their gun tightening. The smoke slowly dissipated from the explosion giving a clear view. From afar, they had cleared the area for somewhere safer. Price assured he was good and Scotty saw Gaz and Soap follow Hassan toward elevators, then silence for a moment. It was soon followed by a small explosion. Debris flying everywhere gave the hint to one. 

Not even five minutes had passed between all of this, but the silence was worrisome. Soap finally came back on the radio. He had the controls, but no more weapons. “Construction floor.” 

Ghost and Scotty readjusted their position to find said floor. They couldn’t spot him yet, but they surely could see the AQ and Hassan be on the lookout for him. With Laswell help, the sergeant was able to detonate the missile before it would reach its target. For now, Soap had to find a way to survive. Ghost guided him through again, just like in the city of Las Almas. “Aye. Like old times, huh Lt?”

“Seems like yesterday…” Scotty turned to look at him with eyebrows raised. Ghost shrugged, but she could see the smile in the corner of his eyes.

“It was yesterday.” Soap came through the radio, a very faint chuckle in the back. However this time, none of them cracked jokes like they did back with the Shadows. Their minds were focused on surviving and getting Soap out of here in one piece. Because of the layout of the floor, Soap would often disappear from their watch. In itself it wasn't too bad, as they kept comms. After a few minutes, a long silence came, while he was out of sight. 

“You think he is alright?” Scotty worried.

“I don’t know.” Ghost was looking everywhere, but nothing. It took another minute before Soap spoke again. His voice was weak, like he just got hit. What happened?

“Watch the window.” A few seconds after that they spotted the exploding window. Ghost repositioned himself while Scotty kept an eye on the situation. She gave him directives about the wind and double checked the distance. Through their scope they saw Hassan lift Soap and walk him toward the window. Ghost took a deep breath, steadied his body and pressed the trigger. Hassan dropped and so did Soap who had to find his bearings. He eventually called a perfect shot.

"You called it Sergeant." Ghost reminded Soap. “All stations - Hassan’s down. Enemy KIA.”  If it wasn't from him giving a heads up, they wouldn't have paid attention to the right spot. Maybe, but too late. Scotty and Ghost exchanged a glance. The pressure that had been building up in the last two days finally vanished. Their shoulders slacked down, despite their mind still being alert for any more orders. The situation wasn't entirely over, but they could take a breather. A bigger one than before. Still kneeling, in this moment of short relief, Scotty didn’t care. They were on a rooftop, away from anyone’s sight and she had been waiting for this since they found her back in Las Almas. 

She jumped on him, arms wrapped around his neck and pulled him into a kiss. She didn’t even care if the mask was in the way, she needed to kiss him right here, right now. Ghost was surprised at first, but eventually relaxed and pulled her closer to him. He broke the kiss only to lift up his mask enough to free his lips and returned the kiss. Only breaking it once more when Price told everyone to wrap everything. “Much better without the mask in the way, don’t you think?”

“It tastes better, sure.” She smiled and helped him to get back on his feet.

*****

A day later, the 141 joined Laswell for a drink in a local bar before heading back to England. A way to humbly cheer up at the end of another threat. As per Gaz's request who wondered what happened to her after they parted ways in Amsterdam, Scotty told him her encounter with El Sin Ombre and the eventual unplanned but welcome rescue from Soap and Ghost. Gaz joked that this reinforced his idea that she was always putting herself in more trouble when the captain wasn’t around. "Next time you get hurt on the job because of them, give me a call. I'll tell the captain to let you work with us." Gaz laughed and sipped on his drink. 

"Fuck off, Garrick." Soap returned the laugh. "We can take care of the lady. It's her who should take care of herself."

"May I remind you that one time we worked together against that human traffic cell and I got myself in trouble?" Scotty said. "Again it was my choice, but I'm not a hundred percent safe either with you Gaz. So our dear friend here is right; I need to take care of myself."

"Heard you had to save Laswell from a bad situation." She smirked while sipping on her drink.

Gaz leaned closer. "I swear Price loves to put me in complicated situations. First let me scout the fish nursery alone, I still can smell it when I sleep! And yeah, then I have to drive and take down enemies. Meanwhile, he is just riding the pickup truck." The three sergeants looked up. The captain had not heard anything while still talking with Laswell.

"Are you saying it would have been nice if I stayed with you and Price?"

"Yeah, I could have used a hand during the chase."

"You don't want her as a driver. She drives like shite." Ghost commented. She flipped him off with a smile. 

"You will know that my driving skills are very good. You just never let me show it."

She had taken a seat between Soap and Gaz, to avoid the former teasing her even more. Since she called Lt pretty, he hadn't let go of this. Their light hearted conversation died down when they noticed the serious expression of Laswell when she slided a piece of paper to Price. The captain looked at it then back to the chief station. "He is not new."

He passed the picture onto the rest of the team. Scotty looked at it when it passed to Gaz and Soap, she didn’t not recognize the man. One thing for sure the rest of the 141 seemed to. Even Ghost shifted in his seat to get close to the conversation. 

"Who is he?" Laswell asked when she saw that all the 141 were giving her their full attention.  

"Makarov."

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I love how it appears that Tommy is the grounded, well-adjusted foil to Buck's devil-may-care adrenaline junkie, but I also have to remind myself that Tommy was the guy who was asked to steal a helicopter and fly it into a category 5 hurricane on a hunch, and he was like, "yeah, cool, let's go."

Buck probably thinks Tommy's a rational, responsible adult, because he's so considerate and he owns a house and he's so methodical when he takes Buck apart in bed and he's got a 401k and a Roth IRA account. The helicopter heist flight was definitely an outlier.

But eventually he learns the truth: Tommy's batshit insane.

Like, they're hanging in bed one morning and Buck's on his phone trying to solve the math riddle Hen sent him, and he laments the loss of his lightning-enhanced skills. And Tommy, turning the page on the WWI biography he's reading, absently says, "At least you got them. All I got was 30% hearing loss in my left ear."

Buck slowly lowers his phone and demands an explanation, and Tommy, still focused on his book, tells him about when he was struck by lightning. Both times. The second time he was in the middle of a hoist and winch rescue trying to get to the captain of a sunk fishing boat in the middle of open ocean during a storm. Tommy holds his place in his book with his thumb and shows Buck the picture Lucy took of his Lichtenberg burn—it spans the entirety of his back and goes halfway down his arms. Buck stares at it, stunned, then takes the phone and book out of Tommy's hands, tosses them on the floor, and proceeds to suck Tommy's brain out through his dick.

The first time Buck goes to see Tommy at Harbor, Tommy is still en route back from a call, so Buck gets to talking to two people named Nico and Dana who've worked with Tommy since he arrived. Buck sheepishly apologizes for putting Tommy in such a dangerous position with the hurricane.

Nico and Dana look at each other and snort. Nico puts his hand on Buck's shoulder and is like, "Dude, that is not the craziest thing Kinard's ever done. That's not the craziest thing he's done this year."

They tell him about his legendary but batshit NATOPS check maneuvers and how no one's ever been able to figure out how he can do a barrel roll in low altitude in a transport bird.

They tell him about the time he and Donato were called to a high-rise gas explosion, and they casevac'd an unconscious, pregnant woman who ended up going into labor. Tommy got back there and, with the power of WikiHow on his side, delivered a healthy baby girl halfway to LA General.

They tell him about the time he sustained a concussion while landing a malfunctioning helicopter in the baseball field of a middle school, and yet somehow found the strength to host an impromptu AMA to three hundred kids about what being a pilot's like while he munched on tater tots and waited for a rescue.

They tell him about the time he was flying with a probie at night in an area with uncharted power lines that got tangled in the rotor, and how he slung the probie under his arm like a tote bag and dove out of the helicopter right before it exploded.

They tell him about the time Tommy and Nico were called to a cliffside mansion where some foreign dignitary's daughter was being held hostage. Tommy ended up HRSTing out of the helicopter and onto the scene, and then proceeded to beat the hell out of the guy, get himself stabbed, and give the SWAT team so much shit when they arrived that the 217 has an honorary table every year at the Backdraft Ball.

When Tommy finally shows up and disembarks, Dana's halfway through a story about the time they were all called to Shasta County to help with the Carr Fire in 2018, and as soon as Buck sees him over Dana's shoulder, he shouts, "You flew into a fire tornado?!"

Tommy's expression goes a little hunted and he holds up his hands placatingly, like, "In my defense, I tried to find another way around it—"

And Dana's like, "The fuck you did. You looked me dead in the eye and said, 'You know what would be funny?' And then you banked right into the whirl."

"It's not like you tried to stop me," Tommy says accusingly, ignoring the way the side of his head is starting to smoke from the intensity of Buck's stare.

"Well, no, you were right: it was funny," Dana says with a shrug.

That night, Buck rides Tommy slow and vicious and makes him recount every detail of the fire whirl flight before he'll let Tommy come, and the entire time he grips Tommy's head and forces him to hold Buck's gaze and thinks, I can't believe I ever thought you were normal. You're insane, you're out of your mind, you're perfect, you're perfect, you're perfect for me.

In the afterglow, practically humming with satisfaction, Buck bites playfully at Tommy's chest and says, "So this is what Lucy meant when she texted me that you and I match each other's crazy. Hell, after everything you've done, I think the only thing left to check off your list is, like, aliens."

And Tommy's entire body freezes and he falls very silent very suddenly. Buck lifts his head to stare at him, like, "You've gotta be kidding me."

"Evan, for legal reasons, I need you to change the subject."

[bllsbailey]

Hoge's Heroes: Rescuer Helicopters in to Save Pups Stranded in Chaotic CA Wildfire Evacuation

As residents frantically evacuated the area around the northern California town of Cohasset due to a raging fire (caused by arson), one person was faced with a difficult decision. Their truck broke down and they had to leave behind two adult Rottweilers and their puppies. It was clearly a tragedy in the making.

Enter Butte County Sheriff's Office (BCSO) Search and Rescue team's Trevor Skaggs, who quickly decided he was not going to let that happen on his watch. He hopped on a BCSO helicopter, was flown to the perilous area by pilot Conner Smith—then ran a mile and a half to track down the pooches.

But his daring rescue was not over—he still had to get Mama and babies to safety. (Sadly, Dad did not survive the ordeal.) After first sharing his water and his protein bar with the canine clan, he somehow managed to convince them to follow him on the long road back to the chopper.

Once Skaggs got them back to safety, the puppies and their mother were flown to the Chico Airport and are now being cared for by members of the North Valley Animal Disaster Group. The rescue group took to Facebook to thank all those who helped make the rescue successful: "A great example of interagency support and coordination, and a remarkable rescue. Great job!" they wrote. 

"It’s been a horrific few days for our community and we are grateful to be able to share this amazing story," said Butte County Sheriff Kory L. Honea. 

Related: Don't Buy Into the Hysteria - Here's What Really Caused the Park Fire

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Meet the pups:

The cuties seemed to have come through their distressing experience with doggie aplomb, and they're ready to chew on whatever life has to offer.

It's certainly been a traumatic time for those facing California's Park fire, but kudos to Skaggs for averting at least one tragedy. For that, sir, you are a hero.

This is one in a series about everyday heroes that don’t necessarily make the front pages. It’s a chance to talk about something other than Kamala's cackling, Iran's saber rattling, and rampant inflation.

I’m inviting readers to send me stories of people they know or who they’ve read about who have done heroic acts—large or small, physical or otherwise—that have made someone’s life better or saved them from danger. Please email me with any tips at redstateheroes@gmail.com or DM me on Twitter. Thanks!

More Heroes:

Hollywood Edition: Actor Takes Starring Role in Saving Mom and 3 Kids During Home Invasion

Sunday Edition: 40 Rescuers Team Up to Pull 2 Horses From Swamp in Must-See Video

Five U of Georgia Students Dramatically Save Drowning Family Trapped in Submerged Car

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The Blood Cross Hospital is an institution that Father Surgeon Hellmuth set up after his banishment from the Cult Medica. Once an abandoned hospital ruins, He along with the rest of his travelers found it and thought of a new opportunity. After years of getting it back to working order, the old Hospital was operational again after being dead for centuries.  

Set up in an isolated spot, but yet with several communities of villages and towns nearby to offer symbiotic support. While offering the usual medical care out in their corner of the badlands, with plenty of people needing help with the constant raider and mutant attacks. But for those that want to be more helpful, the hospital is also willing to teach medical skills to those who so wish to, giving a useful "career" opportunity for badlanders.

But medical aid isn't the only service the Blood Cross Hospital offers, for it also has its in-house militia. Decently armed and trained, they act like old-world swat teams to go in and clear out dangerous areas to rescue people. Having access to several transport helicopters and are equipped with good gear, They can quickly respond to any crisis and pull in for fire support and pull out with anyone who needs evac. Also, help in joint operations with other PMCs for more dangerous missions. Most of their members are made of actual mercs, F.E deserters, people looking to help, or maybe just some adventure and thrills.

But those are for regular missions or calls, for more complicated and risky missions needed to be done on the down low and have 2 special operatives. You can learn more about them here www.deviantart.com/cyb3r-syb4r… Mostly the parasitic commandos do missions against F.E forces or far greater threats, but also help out the "lesser mortal" squads if a call is a high threat or needs the support(Or if either is a little short on cash and needs to make some quick money).

In the basement of the hospital lies the Father Surgeon's private lab, conducting secretive work on parasitic organisms and how they can help in the next stage of human evolution. But with little resources, the parasite research is currently used to make superhuman commandos and use them for good. While Natalie and Vince are currently the only blessed infected, they aren't the only nor the first. All previous specimens have either been killed or terminated....

[kudosmyhero]

X-Men (vol. 1) #94: The Doomsmith Scenario!

Read Date: July 03, 2023 Cover Date: August 1975 ● Writer: Chris Claremont ◦ Len Wein ● Penciler: Dave Cockrum ● Inker: Bob McLeod ● Colorist: Phil Rachelson ● Letterer: Tom Orzechowski ● Editor: Len Wein ●

**HERE BE SPOILERS: Skip ahead to the fan art/podcast to avoid spoilers

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Synopsis: Chapter 1: The Doomsmith Scenario

Professor X congratulates the assembled X-Men old and new on the success of their recent mission. He also wants to talk to them about the future and asks all the new members to remain on a permanent basis. Most of them agree, some hesitantly. When Banshee is asked to stay, he confesses his concern that he is too old for the team of young heroes, but accepts the challenge anyhow. Sunfire, however, refuses to be a part of a long-term team and leaves.

Unexpectedly, most of the original group - Marvel Girl, Iceman, Angel, Lorna Dane and Havok - all opt to go their own ways as well. Of the original team, only Cyclops agrees to stay on, even though Jean pleads for Scott to leave with her. The next morning, Cyclops informs Jean that he loves her but he is staying. She tells him she loves him too, but still leaves along with the rest of the old team regardless.

Cyclops introduces the new team to the Danger Room - the school’s combat training facility - for their first session. Hot-headed Thunderbird dismisses training as unnecessary. He enters the room, confidant that he will quickly best its challenges. However, he gets only a few seconds through a workout routine before he is flung out the door. Over the next few days, Cyclops uses the Danger Room to train the new X-Men hard. During one session, Thunderbird’s leg is grazed by a laser beam. Cyclops calls him out for being careless and tells him how he could have lost his leg if the laser was on full power. Thunderbird pushes back against Cyclops’s leadership until Xavier telepathically intervenes and breaks up their fight.

Chapter 2: Death O'er Valhalla High

In the mountainous area of Colorado, a helicopter flies near the Cheyenne Mountain, where the command center for NORAD is located. In the base’s war room, a package is brought to officer Joe Harris. Upon opening it, Harris activates a teleport portal from which five odd-looking beings, the Ani-Men, emerge.

The Ani-Men attack and quickly overcome the war room’s personnel. More soldiers arrive and the battle continues until the Ani-Men have overcome all resistance. Their leader is revealed to be Count Nefaria. He reminisces to his Ani-Men about how he and his last group of criminals were captured by the X-Men. He also recounts how he engineered these new beings with the help of Maggia scientists and says that he will use them to take his “revenge” upon the world.

Cyclops confides to Nightcrawler how he regrets his interactions with Thunderbird. Then Professor Xavier telepathically summons the team to the briefing room. There they see a video message from Nefaria playing on the main screen, informing the world that he has activated the "Doomsmith Command System" and demands every country give him money as ransom or else he will launch the entire U.S. arsenal of nuclear missiles. He gives the world three hours to comply. From Avenger’s Mansion in NYC, the Beast reaches out to ask for Professor Xavier's help with Nefaria as the Avengers are already involved with another mission. (The Beast was until now unaware of the roster shake-up in his old team and is initially taken aback to see a bunch of unknowns at the school.) The X-Men accept the mission. Cyclops orders Thunderbird to stay behind as he’s still recovering from his leg wound, but Thunderbird insists to be allowed, however. Prof. X overrules Cyclops and Thunderbird goes along with the team.

Upon reaching the Cheyenne Mountain airspace, the X-Men’s stratojet is met by the Air Force. Cyclops informs them they are taking the Avengers' place in the fight and then they are told to contact Lieutenant General Fredricks. Even though he is reluctant to trust them, Fredricks grants them official access to the base. As the X-Men fly toward the base, Nefaria detects their jet and fires SAMs[3] at them. Cyclops maneuvers the jet around the mountain in an attempt to shake the missiles, but they strike the jet and Cyclops hits an eject switch. The X-Men break away in an escape pod. Nefaria, however, fires sonic disruptors at the escape pod and it is disintegrated. The X-Men survive but are left in free-fall miles above the ground.

(https://marvel.fandom.com/wiki/X-Men_Vol_1_94)

Fan Art: X-men by ImmarArt

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BBC.com: 60 migrants die in dinghy in Mediterranean, survivors say

At least 60 migrants have died after a rubber dinghy ran into trouble in the Mediterranean Sea, according to survivors.

The 25 survivors were picked up by the Ocean Viking, a vessel operated by the humanitarian group SOS Méditerranée.

They told their rescuers that they had set off from Zawiya on the Libyan coast several days before being rescued.

The engine of the dinghy broke down after three days, leaving the boat adrift without food or water.

The survivors said that the victims included women and at least one child. They are believed to have died from dehydration and hunger, not drowning.

SOS Méditerranée said the Ocean Viking team had spotted the dinghy, which set off last Friday, with binoculars on Wednesday and had staged a medical evacuation in co-operation with Italian coast guards.

It said the survivors were "in very weak health condition" and were all under medical care.

Two of them, who were unconscious and in critical condition, had been flown to Sicily by helicopter for further treatment, the group added.

The remaining 23 are still on board the Ocean Viking, along with more than 200 other migrants who were rescued from two other boats.

The vessel is heading for the port of Ancona, about four days away, but the team has requested a closer port of safety.

"The people who were on the boat in distress, lost at sea for almost a week, went out of water and food very quickly, according to the survivors," said an SOS Méditerranée spokeswoman on board the ship.

"People died along the way. I met a man who lost his wife and one-and-a-half-year-old baby. The baby died the first day, the mother the fourth day. They were from Senegal and had been in Libya for more than two years."

The EU's border agency Frontex told the BBC that it raised the alarm last Friday after spotting a vessel with more than 50 people onboard near the coast of Libya. It did not specify if it was the same rubber dinghy picked up by the Ocean Viking.

Frontex says one of its aircraft out on a routine trip spotted the vessel within Libya's rescue zone and so alerted the Libyan authorities.

The EU agency says it also issued a mayday alert to all other boats in the area to help the vessel - and contacted Italian and Maltese rescue coordination centres too.

Frontex says its aircraft needed to return to dry land to refuel and it didn't know what happened to the vessel after the initial observation.

The International Organisation for Migration (IOM) said last week that 2023 was the deadliest year for migrants since records began a decade ago, with at least 8,565 people dying on migration routes worldwide.

The UN agency said the figure was 20% up on the year before.

Its report found that the Mediterranean crossing continued to be the most dangerous journey, with at least 3,129 deaths and disappearances during 2023 - the highest toll since 2017.

Julia Black, a IOM Project manager, told the BBC that "not as many people are crossing now but almost as many people are dying".

"With the 300 deaths recorded this year so far that's nearly the same as last year, so I am greatly concerned that we are going to see a record-breaking year in terms of the number of deaths in the Mediterranean."

[truesunmitad145]

EVEREST BASECAMP TREK — VIEW FROM THE TRAIL. PART ONE

Good Friend of True Summit Adventures, Wayne Mills-Kidals Shares his Story of everest basecamp trek this Autumn.

We arrived in Kathmandu in the early hours to be picked up by Seven Summit staff who took us over to the Thamel area of KTM, where we stayed in a pretty decent hotel for the night!

The following morning we spent the day exploring the busy and vibrant city, even managing a few Microsoft teams calls back to the UK to check in with family. Didn’t miss a beat!

After this, we headed over to KTM airport where we flew via helicopter to the remote airfield of Lukla ( claimed to be the most dangerous due to the shortness of the runway and no ability to take off again if things don’t go quite right). The flight over was truly incredible, flying through the valleys of Nepal.When we landed we got settled straight into a local tea-house hotel in Lukla as it was too late to begin the trek.

The following morning we headed off bright and early for a 20km push to Namche Bazar. Most people split this up over two days but, due to arriving late the previous night we decided to go for it!

We passed some lovely terrain, walked over some incredible bridges with beautiful rivers following water from Everest glacier itself!

Then, we finally got to Namche which sits at around 3550m elevation. This is where we stay for two nights to acclimatize before embarking on the most challenging part of our trek.

Today (24.10) we walked up to basecamp everest trek view hotel at 3880m to build the body up to the altitude and then headed back to Namche. The views were truly spectacular seeing Everest in full view and Ama dablam. So far I’ve made many calls over teams and it’s worked perfectly.. I am using a second SIM card in my phone with local mobile operator NCell. The 100gb data package for 100 days was only £15! So far I’ve only used 2gb so this should see me through the trip just fine.