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badbatchsprincess · 6 months ago

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Heated ~ pt.20

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Summary: This is an ABO Bad batch!Poly x Omega Reader smut with a plot. This takes place as an AU before order 66. Y/N previously served under the 501st before being transferred to Special Forces 99. This is her adventure with these rowdy Alphas in a quickly changing universe.

THIS IS AN ABO AU ABOUT THE BAD BATCH (NO CANON OMEGA!) Due to the unfortunate situation of her name being Omega… Omega the child from the canon series is not going to be apart of this fanfic/porn with a plot. I feel obligated to put this warning in because it makes my skin crawl thinking anyone could make that mistake.

Warnings: Smut!!! hunter/prey kink, semipublic sex, general awkwardness? violence

Yo!!! I'm sorry I haven't been able to post this, I've been continuously distracted while in the editing process so I apologize for the longer wait than I anticipated. Ugh. Anyways, more to come! Enjoy!

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Crosshair shot up from the table, using his four inches of overhead height against the Commander.

The sniper zeroed in on Wolffe, eager for round two after Kashyyyk. You stood up to intercept, but Crosshair’s arm shot out to keep you behind him.

“If it isn’t Tarkin’s favorite little pet,” Wolffe snarled. “Looking for another beating?”

You cringed, feeling tensions rising quickly. Stepping out from behind Crosshair, you locked eyes with the Commander. “Please stop this, both of you,” you tried to reason. “What’s in the past is in the past.”

Wolffe smirked devilishly and gestured to you. “Still haven’t mated her yet, huh? What, she belong to your brother now?”

Well, shit.

Crosshair swung with such ferocity that the Commander only had a second to realize his fist was coming right for his chin. Wolffe’s entire frame shifted backward on impact, and suddenly the fight of all fights broke out.

You sighed and shook your head, watching as the two of them aimed perfectly trained punches at one another, bumping into various tables and causing a ruckus. You turned to look at Bolts and Stunner, silently asking for their help to break it up. They just shook their heads in fear of interfering. You sighed again, watching as Crosshair dragged Wolffe across the tables, knocking over at least four people’s lunches.

Glancing over at the troopers who were supposed to be monitoring such outbursts, you saw they too stood there, uncertain what to do. Two high-ranking officers brawling in the middle of the mess hall was definitely not something they were briefed on handling. They weren’t sure who to answer to.

Realizing it was up to you, you stepped forward, dodging Crosshair’s elbow as you tried to break them apart. Wolffe kicked Crosshair in the chest, sending him flying backwards into the side of a table.

“Wolffe!” you snapped at the man, making him look down at you as he breathed heavily from exertion. He stared at you curiously.

“Oh my,” a sing-song voice rang out. “Captain, are you alright?” A woman, an omega, tried to help Crosshair stand up. You spun your head around, locking onto the way her hands wrapped around Crosshair’s arm, feeling his bicep.

Your moral high ground suddenly became a ditch. “Absolutely fucking not!” you snarled, stalking over to the girl. Leaving Wolffe to watch, you brutally socked the girl in the face, to his total surprise.

A symphony of “Oooh’s” broke out from the cafeteria as your vision turned red and you continued to pummel your fists into the snarling omega. She was stronger than you thought she would be, but she was untrained. Her hits weren’t as strong as Echo’s, so you barreled into them, throwing her over the lunch table and watching her stupid slippered feet tumble through the air.

Crosshair stood back up, shaking off his fists before getting back into a fighting stance. Wolffe licked the blood on his lip as he watched you beat down the poor girl who tried to help his opponent.

Quite the match you two were, he realized.

Wolffe and Crosshair tiptoed in a circle, trying to figure out who would strike first. Crosshair shook his hands out like a boxer prepping to strike. Then, the energy in the room shifted, and it became so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

The cafeteria went silent, and all of the troopers turned rigid. You sat up, rearing back for another hit, when you looked to see what had them all staring.

To your left, Admiral Tarkin and his officers stood in the mess hall doorway, looking at you and Crosshair with scrutinizing eyes.

You dropped the girl and fixed your white slip with a huff, before sauntering over to Crosshair, giving Wolffe a nasty glare as you wrapped your arm through Crosshair’s.

Tarkin’s beady eyes studied you closely, making your skin crawl. He gave you an entire once-over before cracking a small smirk.

He was very pleased with his little project apparently.

His officers, however, viewed the lot of you like pathetic vermin, their noses high in the air aristocratically. It made you want to punch them too, and wipe that smugness from their faces.

You held in a growl as they continued on, leaving you all in uncomfortable silence. Wolffe wiped his lip, giving you a once-over as well before slipping out of the cafeteria. Crosshair seemed to have won this fight.

“What did that mean?” you asked.

“Admiral’s checking in on his investments,” Crosshair grumbled, grabbing your hands to rub the blood gathering on your knuckles.

You noticed some of the 104th regs filing out of the mess along with the injured girl. She and her friends hobbled off to handle the bruises forming on her chin.

“He likes that you’re prone to violence,” Crosshair added, taking your hand in his.

“That seems to only be when I’m around you,” you laughed off the awkwardness you were now feeling, seeing the way everyone regarded the two of you with fear in their eyes.

“The bond,” Crosshair smirked, leading you from the mess, presumably back to your apartments.

You walked with him, still holding onto his arm, making the turn down to the residential section of the base. You noted how much this place reminded you of Kamino, with all of the light interiors and bright windows overlooking the Nabooan lake.

You were just about to comment on the beauty of it all when the door to your left slid open, and the two of you were forcefully yanked inside the dark entry.

“What the—” you yelped, still clinging to Crosshair as he tucked you behind him ready for another fight.

The doors slid shut, and you heard a locking mechanism as your eyes adjusted to the slightly darker room. Rows and rows of bunks filled the room as far as the eye could see, and all around you were troopers in various perches, staring at the two of you.

The 104th.

Crosshair snarled, zeroing in on Wolffe. “What, not enough of a beating for you?”

Wolffe sighed, relenting. Stunner stood up from his cot, slightly confused at the sudden change in behavior from his commanding officer.

“Will you just relax for a second?” Wolffe raised his hands.

You nodded behind Crosshair, shifting to the other side of him to get a better look at Wolffe. You narrowed your eyes at him, making him give you an apologetic look.

“What do you want?” Crosshair’s tone made you shiver.

“I just want to talk,” Wolffe said, putting his hands down at his sides. It was odd seeing him without his grey kit on; he seemed too soft.

Crosshair scoffed. “Oh, really?”

“Yeah,” Wolffe groaned. “Really.”

He reminded you of a grumpy Rex.

Crosshair looked him up and down. “Talk.”

You yanked your little dress down, watching as Wolffe sat down on one of the bunks, looking to his men before turning his attention fully on Crosshair.

You studied Wolffe, noticing that his eye scar had a matching counterpart dragging from his temple under his hairline. Then you looked at Stunner, who ran a nervous hand through his hair, showing off a slightly bald patch. Then the others: you noticed all their hair was slightly longer, just like Crosshair. They looked at you the same way Fives and Jesse would.

That warm kindness made you realize something.

You stepped forward from behind Crosshair standing in front of him.

“What did you think of General Plo Koon?” you asked suddenly.

Wolffe raised a brow at you.

You felt Crosshair’s nervousness bleed through the bond. He was silently begging you to shut up, not to rile up the regs and provoke violence. Mentioning Jedi was a surefire way to active the programming.

Ignoring him, you continued, “Ahsoka told me you viewed him like a father, that in return he viewed all of you like his sons.”

You looked to the rest of the room. When none of them tensed up and instead, curled in on themselves, it confirmed your suspicion. The violence you expected didn’t come…

Turning to Crosshair, you said, “They’ve been removed.”

Crosshair shot up straight, looking to Wolffe. “Is she correct?”

“Yeah,” Wolffe nodded quietly.

“How did you know?” Crosshair crossed his arms.

“We had help,” Wolffe gave Crosshair a knowing look, communicating something you didn’t understand.

“How many?” you asked.

Wolffe tilted his head back towards his men. “Every last one.”

“How did you end up here?” you asked.

“Better question is, how did you end up here?” he returned, “Last I saw you, I was carrying your limp body through a chemical attack on Kashyyyk.”

“Tarkin has taken a special interest in her,” Crosshair answered, “She has genetics he’s invested in.”

You fanned yourself slightly, feeling a little claustrophobic in this windowless barracks. Crosshair noticed you fighting off your anxiety and ran a comforting hand over your head. Bolts got up to give you his seat on the cot, which you gratefully took. He gave you a nod, leaning against the bunk post next to you.

“What kind of genetics?” Wolffe pondered.

Crosshair looked at you before raising a brow. “She’s a rare species of omega… he wants to clone her.”

The entire company let out disapproving grunts.

“Why her?” a trooper asked from next to Stunner.

“Apparently, I’m not bound to monogamy,” you shrugged. “Something about some ancient line from a million years ago. I don’t know.” You fanned yourself, suddenly feeling a little antsy. You chalked it up to all the men staring at you.

“She can have multiple alphas,” Crosshair added, “Tarkin wants clone offspring for his war machine. He needs more of her kind to accomplish that in a timely manner. A new generation of elite soldiers.”

Wolffe crossed his arms, making a disgusted face.

“Is that true?” Stunner asked you.

You nodded. “Unfortunately. That’s why he’s always lurking around.”

“Is that why she smells like that?” a voice asked from the back.

You suddenly became self-conscious, trying to discreetly sniff your wrist for any hint of something unusual.

Crosshair just nodded. “Yeah.”

“What do you mean?” You sniffed more intensely, still unable to smell anything.

“You just, well…” Bolts shifted uncomfortably, “You smell good.”

Crosshair raised a threatening brow, making Bolts squirm. You looked back at your alpha, urging him to answer.

“It’s true,” Wolffe laughed. “You smell very unique.”

“Unique?” You squeaked. That wasn’t necessarily good.

“Not like any other omega we’ve been around,” Stunner shrugged. “Like freshly washed clothes.”

“The rain on Kamino.”

“The sun.”

“The color blue.”

“Fresh soap.”

“Toothpaste.”

“Saltwater.”

“Ice.”

“Garjon lilies on Kasshyyyk.”

The voices in the room made you blush. You hadn’t realized how distinctive your scent was. Now you were starting to wonder if Hunter had been forced to endure this all along. Poor alpha; he was probably suffering this whole time being in suck close quarters with you.

Wolffe then looked at Crosshair with a wary expression, “You don’t think Tarkin wants to…” He hesitated, gesturing towards you.

You cringed, filling in the blanks. Ew…fucking eww!

Wolffe winced as well, “He’s an alpha. If her scent is affecting us, he might be an old fuck, but you never know.”

You wanted to gag. That was the worst visual you’d ever had in your head… actually, ever…

“I’m going to have nightmares for the rest of my life now. Thanks,” you gagged.

Bolts giggled.

“That’s never going to happen,” Crosshair’s tone was icy.

“Okay,” Stunner stood up, “So she’s a mutant,” you scoffed, a little offended, and you felt Crosshair bristle, “and Tarkin wants her cloned. What the hell do we even do?” He turned to Wolffe.

“We actually kind of have a plan,” you spoke up.

They turned to you.

“Well, we were able to get a message out to a friend, who will relay it to my… other alphas.” It felt strange to say, “Crosshair’s batch mates.” Your cheeks heated up.

“Hunter got your message?” Wolffe confirmed.

“I hope so. We didn’t have much time earlier,” you replied.

“We won’t know if he got it,” Crosshair sounded uncertain. “We could only try to get the message out; the signals are being jammed so we won’t be able to get a message back.”

You felt the room deflate a bit.

Wolffe crossed his arms, showing off a big scar on his bicep, “Not to be too invasive, but if Tarkin needs her for cloning, why isn’t she locked up in the Kaminoan lab?”

Crosshair put a pick into his mouth, “He wants her pupped.”

You choked at his blatant admission, coughing quietly. Ignoring the prying stares from his brothers.

He continued, “They’re trying to hunt down my brothers as well. They want a litter of mutant offspring.” It was a joke, but you weren’t laughing.

“They want the whole set?” Bolts joked.

“That’s a lot of pups,” Stunner shook his head.

“They’re keeping her in an apartment and letting her roam around so she isn’t stressed out or whatever they’ve come up with,” Crosshair tapped his arm with his trigger finger.

Poor alpha; he was probably so worried. You knew he was a master at masking it, but it was coming through the bond lightly.

“This is so much worse than I thought,” Wolffe sighed. “I knew they were trafficking omegas; we realized they wanted us to procreate, but this,” he pointed to you, “is so much worse. The moral ethics of this…” He was shaking his head, clearly distraught.

As Wolffe rambled on about morality and politics, you felt a presence approach you. You turned to see Stunner walk up next to you. You raised a brow in question.

He sat down between Bolts and you, “So how does it work?” He was like a curious pup, and you were sure he and everyone else were curious. It was probably the most bizarre thing any of them had ever heard—hell, it was the weirdest thing you’d ever heard of.

“The bonds?” You clarified.

“Yeah, and the other stuff?” He tried not to let his curiosity come off as rude.

You laughed quietly, “They don’t kill each other, if you’re wondering about that.”

“I don’t know how…” Bolts shook his head, “I’d take off another alpha’s head for touching my omega.”

You fought back a smirk, “It’s different. My soul chooses my alphas. There’s a very strong connection even without the mate bond completed. Like right now, I can feel Crosshair through it. It’s quiet, but it’s there. I think it connects all of them together too in a way. They’re all good sharers anyway. Hasn’t been a problem so far.”

Bolts asked, “Can you sense the other 99’s?”

You shook your head, “Just the tiniest bit of anxiety. It’s stronger when they’re in close proximity. I’m sure they’re worried out of their damn minds.”

“I’ve heard stories about the bonds,” Bolts said, romantically, like a child reading fairy tales. “I didn’t know if it was real or not.”

You poked him, “Well, when we get out of here, you’ll find your mate and you’ll know yourself.”

Stunner broke the spell, “So when you all fuck, who goes where?”

Bolts coughed awkwardly, but you just giggled. His bluntness amused you.

“It’s not a group activity,” you chewed your lip, “I have separate relationships with them; we’ve split up the time equally.”

“Except for Mimban,” Crosshair reminded with a smirk. He was yanking Stunner’s tail.

You shrugged, “Yeah, except Mimban.”

You watched Stunner’s mind start to churn with what that could possibly entail. His mind was going wild with images that made his cheeks heat up. How scandalous.

You laughed and nuzzled into Crosshair’s hand, which was still lazily petting you.

“The only question I still have is, why does Tarkin think her clones will want to mate? Isn’t that predetermined?” He waved his hands around, alluding to the Force or something unknown.

“Tarkin believes she has a natural disposition for clones,” Crosshair rolled his eyes. “His words, not mine.”

“Why does he think that?” Wolffe was still confused. “She was in such close proximity to five alphas; obviously, that would be a likely outcome, but she’s an omega— they’re particular.”

Crosshair opened his mouth to speak, but you cleared your throat, “There’s been… others.”

They all whipped their heads around, as if you were dangling a treat in front of a dog.

“Well… one other,” you knew your face was bright red at this point. No point in fighting it; apparently, everyone on this base was going to learn about your sexual history.

“A reg?” Stunner gawked.

Crosshair hardened with jealousy; his petting turned into a possessive grip on your hair.

“Yeah,” you squeaked.

Wolffe smirked, “Anyone we know?” His aura was intense, making you want to squirm like you did back on Coruscant in 79’s. Damn this alpha.

“Mm-mm,” you shook your head, chewing on your lip, knowing words would fail you.

“Tarkin believes her to have a particular disposition for being attracted to clones. He thinks her clones will be too.”

“Well, isn’t that just perfect for the Admiral,” Wolffe ran a hand through his hair. “When does this cloning process start?”

Crosshair shifted, “I’m assuming after her heat. They haven’t bothered us much since she’s supposed to be healing.”

A quiet beep made the room go silent. Crosshair pulled out his Imperial com device from his pocket and read the message, “I’m being summoned.”

“To Tarkin?” Worry washed over you. Was this about earlier, the fight in the cafeteria?

He nodded, “I’ll be right back, Ad’ika. Stay here, okay?” Crosshair must have been desperate if he was leaving you in the care of his least favorite reg.

You whined in worry as he pressed a quick kiss to your forehead before leaving the barracks.

You watched the doors close behind him and couldn’t tear your eyes away from them.

You took in a few shaky breaths as anxiety made you shake like a nervous pup separated from the pack. You started to feel his bond weaken the further he got from you on the base, and suddenly you felt so lonely.

You jumped when you felt someone touch your arm, “Hey, you okay Y/N?” Wolfe’s face softened as you tried to calm.

You swallowed nervously, “Sorry.”

“It’s okay,” he tried to reassure you, but based on the look he was giving you, you must have appeared like a frightened tooka that he was afraid might bolt if he moved too fast.

“I-I’m not used to not having him nearby,” you admitted, rubbing your arms to soothe yourself, “and I’m worried. He has a natural ability to get into trouble.”

Wolfe chuckled at that, “I know.”

You gave him a weak smile.

Bolts handed you one of their blankets to wrap around yourself. The scent was definitely reg. You wrapped it around yourself like a little shield. Omegas liked soft things, after all.

“He’ll be fine,” one of the regs chirped. “He’s Tarkin’s favorite pet; the man could get away with just about anything.” It was a joke, an attempt to reassure you, but it only seemed to make your anxiety worse. What did Crosshair have to do to earn that title?

Wolfe knelt down in front of you, trying not to cause you any more distress. You looked back at him, getting a close-up of his robotic grey eye. The last time you were this close to him, you two were pressed up against each other, both naked, on the day you were born.

You squirmed under his gaze. The memory of his blazing hot body was making you pant.

He narrowed his eyes, studying something in your eyes. You could tell the others were getting a little uncomfortable too. They shifted slightly, all around you, trying to figure out what their leader was doing.

“What happened after Kasshyyyk?” he asked, suddenly diffusing whatever tension was building.

You recounted all the events that led you here, leaving him astonished. He then told you about Order 66 and how they were forced to kill Master Plo Koon. You told him about the 501st, which had you fighting back tears. They tried to reassure you that the 501st boys weren’t able to control what they were doing, and it wasn’t their fault. You sniffled, quickly wiping away a rogue tear.

Then you sighed, suddenly feeling very sad, “I just want to go home, Wolfe.” You hadn’t realized how broken you sounded.

You knew if he had wolf ears, they’d have flattened at that statement. You could see the alpha desire in him to want to please you, being battered. He knew he couldn’t give you that. Not now, anyway.

“We’ll get out of here,” he said definitively. “We just need a plan.”

“Crosshair has an idea, but it’s unorthodox,” you looked at him. “We just need to get outside, out of range of the signal jammers to make sure our transmitter can reach my pack.”

“You think five men can break us out of here?” Stunner didn’t sound convinced.

You quirked a smile, “You’d be surprised at what they can do.”

“They were one of the most successful squadrons during the Clone Wars,” Wolfe nodded. “I trust the commandos.”

“So you just need to get outside?” one of the others asked.

You nodded, “Crosshair thinks we can exploit his strange relationship with Tarkin. He thinks if we use my reputation for causing trouble, he might convince Tarkin that I broke out to play cat and mouse with my alpha. Except, I have no idea how to get outside. We’ve been trying to scope it out, but it’s so locked down.”

Bolts laughed, “So that’s what all that was about.” You weren’t sure if he meant the cafeteria or the other events. “Well, luckily Tiptoe and Grim are on guard shifts. They can probably turn a blind eye.”

Your head perked up. Grim stepped forward from the crowd of his brothers, causing you to stand up. “It’s good to see you.”

“You too.” He laughed. “Arm is better now, thanks to you.”

You smiled. “Good.”

“You know him?” Wolfe asked, confused. He looked to his sniper.

“My patient on Kasshyyyk,” you turned slightly, teasing the Commander, “told me all about your little crush on a particular omega.”

Grim tensed as Wolfe’s gaze shifted to the sniper.

“Well, that’s not exactly a secret. Half the company knows,” Stunner laughed.

If your eyes didn’t deceive you, you would have sworn you saw Wolfe’s breath quicken and a slightly undetectable flush grace his cheeks.

Was he embarrassed? The mighty Wolfe? You stifled a giggle that threatened to break loose.

“Anyways,” Wolfe grumbled, “back to the escape plan.”

“We can do it,” Grim nodded. “We’ll need a legitimate distraction to justify abandoning post, or else the officers will have our hides.”

Tiptoe made himself quietly known. His footsteps were barely audible as he shifted forwards. “If you start a fight among some others in the company, Grim and I can break it up while you slip outside.”

“We can handle that part,” Bolts volunteered.

“And how exactly do I do that?” You asked.

“I’m sure your knack for trouble will inspire you,” Stunner grinned.

The door swooshed open, and Crosshair entered again, this time more tense.

You walked over to him, letting him tuck you into his side.

“What did he want?” Wolfe asked.

Crosshair chewed his pick. “My squadron has been replaced. My second made a full recovery, and I’ve been ordered to train them to hunt down my brothers and bring them here for the program.”

“So, he really does want all of the 99’s,” Wolfe nodded.

“And is willing to spend quite a bit of resources doing so,” Crosshair also nodded.

You looked up at him. “We came up with a plan to get outside.”

He raised a brow.

You let the others fill him in.

~~~

You took a deep breath. You could do this.

They lined everything up for you. You just had to make it believable.

Adjusting the oversized clothes you stole and modified from Crosshair’s collection, you used them to blend in as you wove through the corridors, trying to walk like the other omegas.

No one seemed to pay you any mind without the white dress.

It was dinnertime, and clones started to meander around the base, socializing and grabbing food at their leisure.

The omegas also seemed to be coming out more and exploring the base.

You kept your head down, hoping the cameras wouldn’t notice you right away at least.

You spotted Grim and Tiptoe at their posts in the new all-black Imperial armor kit. You noticed Tiptoe tapping his sidearm with two fingers, giving you the signal as you danced through the crowd.

To the right, Bolts and Stunner casually talked to other clones with their backs turned to each other.

You carefully sneaked closer, using another clone as a shield as you cautiously approached.

Even though everything was staged and everyone knew their roles, you couldn’t help but feel adrenaline pumping through your veins.

Right on cue, you reached out, yanking hard on both their long hair, making them yelp in shock as you continued past them as if nothing happened.

They immediately turned on each other, accusing the other of the painful hair pull. You bit back a smile, ducking into an alcove next to the blast doors.

As planned, their verbal altercation turned physical, wrestling to the ground. Fake or not, it was believable.

You waited for Grim and Tiptoe to move in before slipping behind them and running to the blast doors. Activating the lock deactivation, you heard the door slide open just enough for you to squeeze out undetected before it shut behind you again.

For the first time in days, you felt the warm Nabooan breeze on your skin. You fought back a sigh, continuing forward with slippered feet moving silently towards the landing bay.

You could see the forest on the other side of the tarmac, and you followed Grim’s directions to avoid being seen. Keeping to the left and out of sight of the bright artificial lights.

You had to stop yourself from getting ahead of the plan, even though your eagerness to disappear into the woods was overwhelming. There was a plan in place, and you had to follow through. Ducking behind some shipment crates, you waited for the troopers to pass as you continued towards the edge of the base. Now came the difficult part.

Grim had told you about a perimeter sensor that would detect you the moment you stepped off the base.

You’d have about thirty seconds to sprint before the troopers were on your tail.

Looking right, you saw the line of blinking perimeter sensors in the treeline. Taking a deep breath, you gathered your wits.

Kicking off your slippers—they would only slow you down—you stepped barefoot onto the cushy moss floor. With one more exhale, you sprinted off like a rabbit. The beeps of the sensors turned frantic as you flew through the woods, hopping over fallen tree trunks as you ran.

Then the alarms blared, making you jump in shock.

“Kark!” you yelped, sprinting nimbly to put distance between you and the base.

You heard yelling behind you and knew Grim and the patrol were closing in like a group of hounds.

Your heart raced, adrenaline pumping as you grabbed Rex’s comm and turned on the distress signal. Wrapping it in a piece of torn white cloth used earlier to write a note to your alphas, you hoped to disguise it further.

“This better work,” you grumbled, watching the orange pending light turn green.

“Yes!”

Overjoyed, you knew you had escaped the jammers’ range.

Your success gave you a burst of energy as you sprinted on. Lack of functional clothing gave you more mobility than plastoid. You heard men yelling and struggling to locate you, gaining even more distance.

Taking a right turn, you went deeper into the forest to throw them off your trail. At least they might lose you, though you weren’t sure about Crosshair and Grim. Their eyes were too keen.

Feeling like prey, you stopped to catch your breath and find a hiding place for the device Hunter would find. You tucked the fabric-wrapped comm into a cut trunk’s deep groove, hidden from view.

Changing directions left towards the lake, you needed to "get caught" now that the device was planted. You hoped Grim would find you, he needed to catch you before you reached the lake.

Hearing noise to the right, you veered right to make it look more believable before being intercepted. Heading down the slight decline towards the lake shore, you saw an armada of white-armored troopers decorating the hillside.

“Over there!” one yelled, and you yipped, sprinting off, letting them give chase.

“Kark, kark, kark,” you muttered, hiding your smile as the thrill consumed you. You sensed Crosshair approaching through the bond, knowing he was closing in. Your excitement made you vibrate at the thought of him hunting you down like an animal, it aroused you more than you realized.

Unexpectedly running into Grim’s back, Crosshair’s presence distracted you from seeing Grim’s all-black armor in the darkness. He stumbled from the impact with a grunt, and you went tumbling into the ferns with a startled scream.

“Fuck, Y/N,” he grumbled, grabbing your arm and hauling you up.

You flailed, trying to yank your arm free, but he was as strong as Crosshair, his grip firm and unrelenting.

“Did you have to run so damn far?” he groaned, pushing his helmet’s comm. “I got her, Captain.”

“I had to make it realistic,” you whispered, yanking and growling loudly in an attempt to break free.

You heard footsteps approaching… and you swallowed thickly trying to wet your throat while you caught your breath.

Grim suddenly straightened and pulled you close. “She’s all yours, Captain.”He threw you at Crosshair, who caught you by the scruff. You weakly pushed against him trying to act defiant.

“You are nothing but trouble, huh Ad’ika?” he said, threading his hand through your hair, grasping your nape, making you wince in slight pain as he tilted your head up to face him.

You saw Grim return back to the line of troopers as the chase came to an end while you panted in Crosshair’s grasp.

They watched as you continued to thrash but Crosshair had a good grip on you.

“I just wanted to play, Alpha.” You whimpered giving him those fuck me eyes he and his brothers couldn’t ever resist, “It’s so boring in there.”

Crosshair let out a low groan. While you both knew it was all a ruse, you couldn’t help but notice the way his eyes dilated and his pants tightened at your tone. Clearly the hunt had also affected him just like yourself. You rubbed your thighs together feeling the wetness start to gather.

You smiled devilishly. He released your hair to grab onto your arm but you slipped out of his grasp like a greased eel. You turned for the woods, but before you could even take another step, he had you by the neck, bending you over the nearest tree stump and pinning you there.

He let out a warning growl as you wiggled against him teasingly. Pressing the plush of your ass into his lap.

He bent down, pressing into your rear making you heat and your core ache with the delicious pressure. His lips brushed your ear making you shudder, “Did you do it?” He ran his free hand up your side tickling you a bit.

You nodded making him give an approving grumble. The com was placed. Your mission as a success.

He straightened up keeping your ass flush to his lap, “Are you going to behave? Or do you want the entire guard to watch you get fucked over this tree like the little slut you are.”

You’r traitorous body shuddered and you felt the panties you wore soak instantly.

Fuck.

You snarled at him in one last attempt to buck him off still feeling a little bratty. He anticipated the squirm but not the kick. You used your heel to shove him backwards enough to slam him into the tree directly behind the two of you. His surprised expression made you smirk.

Before he could launch at you, you pinned him to the tree smashing your mouth against his. He sighed into the fiery kiss before bending down to grab your legs. You wrapped yourself around him while he slammed you into the tree making you bite out a yelp as the bark scraped against your back.

In the background you heard Grim and the others retreat slightly, understanding that Crosshair has it all contained… in his own strange way.

You were just being a brat.

Desperate for your alpha’s attention.

The plan seemed to be working out perfectly.

Once the other troopers were out of site and retreating up the hill, Crosshair ripped your panties off at the core making you gasp while he shoved his joggers down to line up with your dripping heat.

“Such a little brat.” He smirked rubbing this feverish length against your slick folds. You moaned shamelessly, wiggling, trying to get him to push inside you.

“Are we alone?” You whispered in his ear as you grinned against him.

He shook his head, “One spy, directly to our right.”

“Tarkin’s?” You asked. Crosshair always knew when there were eyes on him.

Crosshair bit your ear with a tiny nod confirming it.

“Alpha please!” You whined loud enough, “I promise I’ll be good. I wont run off again. Please!!” You tried to grind down but Crosshair used his trigger hand to pin your neck to the trunk.

“I don’t believe you.” He narrowed his eyes playfully. His eyes dilated as his tip brushed over your soaked entrance.

You whimpered pathetically.

“Had the entire base up in arms.” He sucked a bruise into your neck, “My precious little omega was off galavanting through the woods unprotected. Do you want to give me a heart attack?”

You shook your head apologizing praying he’s take mercy on you. The characters your two played made your heart thrum in your core. It was dangerous and exciting to have the imperials wrapped around your little omega hand.

“I just wanted to play, alpha.” You pleaded, “Just like we used to.” The lie rolled off your tongue perfectly.

“I know little one.” He ran his nose along your hair line, “But you can’t put yourself in danger.”

You let out an exasperated sigh.

Then you felt the air get punched out of your lungs as Crosshair unexpectedly slid himself inside of your pulsing heat. You let out a moan and your head slumped forwards into his neck.

“I shouldn’t be rewarding you, you little brat.” He pulled out to thrust again making you mewl, “But I know you just couldn’t help yourself, huh omega?”

You nodded weakly feeling him fill you to the brim before pulling out, only to thrust back inside brutally pushing you up the tree trunk with all his force.

Everything in your vibrating body begged him for a brutal fucking. You craved the way the tree bark bit into your flesh and the warmth Crosshair surrounded you with.

“You were even going to let all those soldiers watch you.” He teased started up a pace that made your spine jolt with electricity, “Little omega slut.” He nosed your neck before thrusting with everything he had.

You whined loudly letting him push you up and down the trunk as he rocked into you with precision. You grabbed onto his shoulder, scratching him through the black compression shirt making him growl as he pounded you mercilessly.

Crosshair then yanked you from the tree before slamming you down onto the stump making you howl as he pounded into your sopping cunt. Your hands grabbed at his arms as he pinned your neck again while he brutally fucked you. Your moans could he heard all throughout the forest, no doubt by his men too.

You wouldn’t be surprised if they too stopped to watch from the distance and the idea only made you wetter. Ori Sols must love an audience, you joked to yourself.

You whimpered as your cunt fluttered around Crosshair’s length making him throw his head back as his thrusts stuttered. You watched him come undone as he shot hot ropes of cum inside of you as he released your neck. He stayed there for a moment, ignoring your wriggling before pulling out leaving you confused and throbbing.

“Alpha…” Your puppy eyes made him smile evily.

“Only good girls get to cum.” He tucked himself back into his pants watching you with an amused brow.

You were stunned he was going to edge you like that then leave you hanging. You cried out scrambling onto your hands and knees.

“Please!” You could feel the frustrated tears rising in your eyes.

After all that hunting, your body was absolutely desperate for release, you were so close too.

He crossed his arms and tilted his head in the direction of the base.

Kark.

You sniffled climbing down off of the stump on wobbly legs. He didn’t even bother helping you as he nudged you along back in the direction of the base.

You huffed as you began the long ass hike back to the tarmac. You quickly realized why he was being so smug… he had a perfect view of the stickiness dripping down your thighs as he strutted behind you. You snapped at him, making him playfully nudge you again.

You growled and he just flashed you a fangy smile.

Bastard.

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The tarmac finally came into view, and you felt like your heart was about to drop into your stomach. Any thoughts of an orgasm disappeared nearly immediately. Crosshair guided you towards the base door, and you tried your best to appear indifferent, though you couldn’t shake the feeling that you might actually get in trouble for this one.

You noticed Crosshair’s new squadron lined up at attention as he passed, caught off guard in their sleep clothes as they saluted their commanding officer. You smirked at the hint of pink on their cheeks, no doubt from witnessing—or at least hearing—what you two had been up to in those woods.

Then you saw Wren, the girl from the transport and Crosshair’s second. You glared at her, sizing her up.

She was pretty, and that irked you.

"Go on," Crosshair nudged, snapping you back into the moment.

You should have killed her when you had the chance.

Your attention returned to the blast door as it slid open. Grim resumed his post, ignoring you like a disciplined guard would. You noticed the others in the hallway eyeing the two of you suspiciously, as if they had no idea who you were.

You chewed mischievously on your lip, looking not the least bit apologetic for causing so much chaos. In fact, you even glanced up at Crosshair with twinkling eyes and a smug little smile of your own. You had every reason to be smug—you had just outsmarted these Imperial idiots, and now your rescue signal was being broadcast across the galaxy.

Crosshair raised an eyebrow before shaking his head in exasperation, like a disgruntled alpha.

You tugged at his arm to regain his attention, but he slowed his pace as an officer approached the two of you.

"Can you two come with me?" It wasn’t really a question, but the officer seemed too nervous to phrase it any other way.

Crosshair followed the officer, leaving you to trot behind him. You didn’t miss Wolfe's slightly anxious glance as you passed, before he resumed his conversation with his brothers.

You were led to a part of the base you didn’t recognize. The hallways transitioned from the warm, Kaminoan-type interiors to something much darker and sleeker, reminiscent of the Republic Venators.

You watched small droids zipping by, scurrying between troopers’ feet. Even the astromech droids were black and silver.

The officer guided you down a corridor and into a dark spacious office. You sensed Crosshair’s unease through your bond, clinging to his arm as he halted.

The figure behind the desk swiveled around, revealing Admiral Tarkin. His stern impassive expression radiated authority.

A surge of panic gripped you. He seemed perturbed.

Were you truly in trouble?

Surely, you all thought Crosshair would have some lee way with the admiral, but now you weren’t so sure.

"So," Tarkin began, his tone sending a chill down your spine, "My officers have informed me of your little excursion." His gaze fixed on you, though you knew his statement encompassed both of you. He set down a data pad that clearly showed security cameras from the woods. You swallowed thickly, realizing he had seen the whole ordeal himself. You inside’s churned.

He turned to Crosshair. "She is not to leave this base."

The command was unequivocal. Crosshair nodded with a compliance his chip would have demanded.

You struggled to contain your narrowing eyes. That rat man sure had some nerve.

"As you are Imperial property, both of you are confined within this base until further notice." He turned back to you. "Is that going to be a problem?” He snarled wolfishly at you.

You hesitated. Crosshair’s stern gaze compelled you to respond.

You swallowed before addressing the admiral, "No, sir."

Tarkin huffed, clearly unconvinced. He clearly was aware of your behavioral habits.

"And please refrain from any public indiscretions. My personnel do not need any further distractions," he added with a nasty smirk…. YUCK.

You felt revulsion stir within you.

"Apologies, sir," Crosshair’s voice was deep and measured, his military demeanor evident.

"Omegas can make us do strange things, Captain," Tarkin remarked, rising from his desk and pushing his chair back, “But we must not allow them too much room.” He observed you, “Give an inch, they take a mile.”

You were seething. Fucking bastard alpha.

Approaching cautiously, he eyed you up and down. You found yourself instinctively challenging him. You refused to yield to Tarkin, even though you sensed Crosshair silently urging you to comply with his silent stare.

"May I?" Tarkin inquired of Crosshair, who reluctantly nodded.

He reached for you, and you instinctively stepped back, ready to snap, but Crosshair nudged you. "Behave, Omega."

You huffed but allowed Tarkin to approach again. This time biting your tongue.

He slipped a finger into your torn t-shirt, pulling the collar to reveal your neck. The ick nearly swallowed you whole.

"You haven’t completed the bond?" Tarkin sounded impatient. Angry even? You studied the way his brow quirked up just slightly.

"It didn’t take, sir," Crosshair lied smoothly.

It sounded believable.

Tarkin examined further, tugging at the fabric. You suppressed a growl bubbling in your chest, feeling Crosshair’s anger through your bond; he shared your anger with Tarkin’s pawing at you but forced himself to behave or else you’d blow your advantage.

"Well, we can't afford another escape attempt, can we?" Tarkin released the fabric, stepping back and folding his arms behind his back. "Take her to the processing sector. I’ve had a tracker put into collars for a problematic omegas like her. She will be marked as yours, especially now that it seems her kind cannot be marked the traditional way.”

You tensed.

A collar?

"Yes, sir," Crosshair affirmed obediently.

"You may go," Tarkin dismissed, turning back to his desk.

Crosshair led you out of the office in silence, a model of compliance. The perfect soldier.

You, however, vibrated with rage. The audacity of that man to treat you like a fucking dog.

Crosshair sensed your subtle shakes and whispered, "I know." He sounded resigned, aware that any outburst would jeopardize your entire plan. You both would have to comply until you were certain it was the right moment to strike.

You forced yourself to take a deep breath. You needed to stay calm.

But once this was over, you knew exactly who would be the first to meet the end of your blaster.

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blu3-j · 2 years ago

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Welcome...Home..?

Overworked! GN! Reader x Welcome Home Crew

Chapter 2

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The main character has woken up from drifting off to sleep while watching Welcome Home. Here's the twist (which isn't much of a twist for fanfiction like this, but regardless): the main character of Welcome Home, Wally Darling, talked directly to them! And now the reader must navigate through their morning when they find an unexpected surprise!

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The first thing you woke up to was the blaring alarm on your phone. A jolt of energy washed over you as you bolted up from your seat.

Splash! Oh, no.

Looking down, your lap was now a mess. The cup of unfinished instant ramen now sat spilt on the couch.

"Oh, no, neighbor!" Next came the voice. That same, gentle, monotone voice you had gotten so familiar with.

The rest of the morning was a haze for you. Wally Darling, the puppet you had gotten to know a little about the night previous, was talking to you. Again. Which, at that point, didn't bother you as much as it did the first time. No, this time what caught you off guard, was that he was right there. In front of you. He wasn't as big as you, only merely shy of three feet. But he was there. Right there.

Another puppet walked up to Wally to see what the commotion was all about. Then another. A giant bird? And...a regular guy dressed in mailman attire. He was closer to a normal human height, you assumed only being about four feet tall. The bird cooed over you as she helped you up from the couch and brush off the excess instant ramen. Which by this point was long forgotten. "How did they get here? Who are they? Am I still dreaming? Am I dead? " The sound of dishes clanking together caught your attention and looking over, there was...a giant lanky puppet. Green, with multiple pairs of limbs. Wait, were those antennas?

In the corner of your eye, you saw two more puppets over by your bookshelf. A gray puppet was flipping through the various books, eventually settling on the one you had kept about butterflies from when you were a little kid. A second smaller one in a pink dress ran up to him with various trinkets in her hands, excitedly showing them to the other who merely glanced at them and mumbled a comment or two.

You heard two more voices back in the kitchen. Looking back over, there were two more strangers in your house that had originally gone unnoticed. One was a large blue dog that leaned against the counter. You assumed he was cracking jokes due to the green puppet's laughter while the dog occasionally passed over a dish or two to help the green puppet clean. The other was a smaller puppet that stood to the other side of the green puppet. A sun? A star, maybe? The smaller of the two was occasionally handed a dish to dry and put away while she walked around gallantly and ranted dramatically.

You were dumbfounded. Who were these people? How...how did they get here? How are they walking??? Speaking????

"Um...hello?" The mailman puppet called out to you and reached out for your arm while Wally tugged on your shirt to get your attention. You couldn't move. You could barely make a sound, only managing to get out a few struggling stammers that didn't even form a single coherent word. Feathers graced your back, and a wing reached over your shoulder to gently lead your head to look back at her.

"Oh, goodness, dear! Are you okay?" Her being a giant walking, talking, rainbow bird didn't help you clear your mind, but her gentle demeanor and caring eyes and tone did help you speak again, this time more clearly.

"...I...I think I need to sit down." It was barely more than a whisper, and the puppets worrying over you had to strain their ears to hear you. But they understood immediately and guided you to an empty clean chair. Wally climbed up onto your lap once you sat down.

"Neighbor, I know this is sudden...and maybe scary, but you're okay!" His felt hand reached for yours and he squeezed. "We don't know how we got here, either. The episode was just ending, and we all were going to go back to our houses, but then....then..." His voice trailed off. The orange puppet finished his explanation.

"We just woke up here, Ms./Mr./Mx." The puppet took off his cap to look at you more clearly. Was this even real? "We hope you don't mind us. We're still trying to find a way back to Home." The gray puppet walked over with a book in his hands, the smaller excitable puppet quick to latch onto him and follow.

"I take it you're Y/N L/N?" He closed the book as he walked over. The others glanced at him with a raised eyebrow and he rolled his eyes and opened the book once again to the inside of the cover. On the inside wrote: "This book belongs to: Y/N L/N." You nodded lightly, and the mailman spoke up.

"Well, ain't that just?" He raised his hand to you and smiled. "I think it's right time we introduce ourselves to you. I'm Eddie Dear. Your local mailman!" He stood there and stared, waiting patiently for you to shake his hand. Your arm shook as you reached out your free hand and grasped his. He gladly shook your hands without a moment's glance and let go.

Another hummed and spoke up. The gray puppet again. "You're right, Eddie. If you're hopefully going to be our host while we look for a way back to Home, you should know your guests." He took a step forward, choosing not to attempt to shake your hand; the puppet with a dress continued to cling close to him, he spared no glance in her direction. She bounced with more excitement every step closer the pair got to you. For having fake eyes, her eyes almost appeared to sparkle, just like a regular human's. "I'm Frank Frankly, the neighborhood's most knowledgeable residen-" The smaller puppet cut Frank off.

"And I'm Julie Joyful! It's so amazing, fantastic, wonderful that I get to meet you!" She squealed out. "Oh, we're going to have so much fun! I have so many games we could play together! Oh, do you like gardening? I love gardening! Maybe we can do some gardening together sometime!" Julie rambled on without a single pause for you to get a word in. Frank had to put a hand to her shoulder for her to stop and realize she had gotten carried away. A quick apology was uttered from the excited puppet, still as eccentric as ever. Then, the nervous bird stepped into your view, holding her wings close to her chest as she smiled politely.

"I'm Poppy Partridge, dear. I do hope we aren't a bother to you." She stepped closer and brushed her wing over your bangs and held them up to get a better look at your eyes. You couldn't help but feel almost entranced by the puppets around you. This shouldn't be real. Your eyes widened, and despite that, you felt as though you couldn't see enough of your surroundings. Poppy gasped and her brows furrowed. "Oh, dear! You don't look well, dearie. Have you been getting enough sleep? Have you been eating enough?" She cooed and fretted over you as she held the side of your face with her wing. It was odd, but strangely comforting; like a mother's reassuring embrace. You remained silent and opted to stare at her. How is this real?

BRIIIIIIING~!

The sound of your phone caught your attention and out of habit you swiftly grabbed it up and turned off your alarm. You didn't have time for this.

"I...." You stared absentmindedly at the screen of your phone, looking back at the notification.

"Get ready for work!!" It read in bold letters.

"I...I need to get ready for work." Your voice was soft and unheard by the other puppets around you. Except for one.

"Okay," Wally gently piped up. "You can get ready for work, Y/N. We'll take care of things here for you." His smile widened and he squeezed your hand once more. "You take all the time you need. And when you're ready, we'll be waiting here for you, okay?" His dark eyes stared up into yours. That's when it all caved in for you. This was real. But you don't have time for this. Your face began to feel hot, your lip quivered...but you pulled yourself together and took a deep breath. Your eyes met his.

"Thanks, Wally."

"Of course, Y/N." He quickly moved out of your lap once you began moving to stand. Then you pretended things were normal again. You hurried to your room and grabbed a change of clothes, took a quick shower, and got your things organized in your bag. The thought of the living puppets in your house was shoved to the back of your mind. You don't have time for this. Hoisting the heavy bag onto your shoulder, you rushed to the front door.

"Wait!" A voice called out to you. Turning back, it was Poppy. "You're not leaving without breakfast, are you? And do you have lunch packed?" Was she really concerned for you?

A new voice called out to Poppy as the green puppet walked towards the two of you. He held out a small paper bag in one hand and a lunch container you had tried to use so long ago. You found you never had enough time or energy to pack it anymore. "It's alright, Poppy." He looked you in the eyes. "I know the tired eyes of a hard worker when I see one." He handed you the bag and container. "There wasn't much, but I made do. Here you go, shrimp. The bag has breakfast you can eat on the go, and the container has your lunch. Go get 'em, kiddo!" He ruffled your hair and smiled. You couldn't help but stare in awe at the tall puppet. But you don't have time for this. It took a moment, but you pushed the panic to the back of your mind and smiled.

"Thanks." You turned towards the door before looking back at them. "I guess I'll see you all...later..then." A pair of sparkling eyes shot your direction, and Julie jumped up from her spot on the floor, waving her arms up and down wildly.

"BYE, Y/N!!!" She squealed. The others were all quick to turn to you and wave with bright smiles. A chorus of goodbyes and farewell wishes followed you as you walked through the door. It almost made you laugh. You haven't felt like this in a long time. Happy. And not so...alone.

But you don't have time for this. You walked to your car and got in.

"Time for work."

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yorutsuki · 1 month ago

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「 ✦ Befriending the Worse Pt. 4 ✦ 」

↳ Kourina, a fairly new transfer student who attended UA. Fairly quickly, the two of you had started a friendship. It started off quite nicely, the two of you shared many things in common and enjoyed each other's comapany. Until a few weeks pass—the friendship takes a turn and became-well, more like a one sided friendship..

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You looked horrid.

Eye-bags sunken within your sockets, hair uneven, and lips slightly chapped—tinted a pinkish pale.

You had woken up a few times during the night, unable to sleep until after a good hour.

With a groaned sigh, you applied concealer to your eye-bags and added chapstick to try concealing last night's events.

Making your way to the door, you looked down to see your untouched phone. Hesitantly, you picked it up before flipping it—the screen illuminating revealing all sorts of pings and a shattering 1%.

At times like this, you wished you owned an electrical quirk..

Quickly, you grabbed your charger before heading down to the common room where you were abruptly greeted by a few classmates.

"There you are! We were worried when you didn't come downstairs last night for dinner!" Mina whined from the table.

"You weren't answering any texts either!"

"Sorry, my phone died, and I was quite exhausted yesterday so I crashed out." You reassured, plugging your charger into the counter out-lit, your phone illuminating once more.

Suddenly Denki came rushing down to the common room and made a b-line towards the pink-ette immediately showing her his phone—Tokoyami and Jirou glancing over at the new abruptness.

You studied Mina's face as it switched from confusion to conflicted.

"You sure thats her—well, both of them?" She asked as Denki guilty nodded.

Your attention soon shifted to the familiar newcomers of red and black as both of them looked at Denki confusedly.

"Dude, you good there? You were practically running at 6 miles an hour?" Sero questioned. Kirishima glanced around, his eyes falling onto you with a smile as you waved.

"L/n, are you doing alright? Y'know with yesterday and.." His voice trailed off, a bit unsure to finish the sentence. "it's fine, though it hurt and still does a bit, i'm not going to go be bothered by it being brought up unless its joked about or something like that." You shrugged, leaning against the counter with your arms propping you up.

Kirishima nodded, "and don't worry, i'll get over it." You interrupted, as he furrowed him brows lightly. "Though we might not know the exact effort, we all know how much you cherished that item, and especially the worked put into it." His eyes softened in sympathy, "so please don't think it shouldn't be something just get over."

You looked at the red haired teenager in awe, before nodding, "thanks..i'll keep that in mind." You softly smiled.

As the common room filled, more of the original students had an aura of weariness and soon you felt a small tap on your arm.

"Uh y/n, we need to show you something." Mina ushered you over to a secluded corner, Denki and Sero following in suite.

"What is it?" You questioned, your nerves creeping in. Mina grimaced, handing over her phone as the others looked almost apologetic.

You furrowed your brows as you looked down to the device.

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Your blood ran cold the further you read. Your eyes double checking the messages, believing your eyes were deceiving you.

You couldn't believe what you were reading.

haha...are you fucking serious?

"You guys..don't actually think that-..that it's true right?"

"No, we don't." Mina cut, shaking her head as she crossed her arms.

"I mean, the messages are sorta convi-" a slap to the arm by his tape dispenser of a friend shut up the lightning-bolt blonde as the dark haired teenager shook his head.

You looked up at Denki then glanced at the others who held conflicted emotions.

You looked back at the phone before heading over to where your phone laid charging, ultimately gaining a few looks.

You unlocked your phone, before heading to messages, scrolling through last night's interaction but found most messages changed to Kourina's liking on her end.

"You damned fuck.." You cursed under your breathe before heading over to twitter and entering her user, though the empty search exposed her intentions of hiding it from you.

You breathed out a sharp yet shaky breath.

"I'm heading out to the gym. Please don't follow me." You hissed, grabbing your phone harshly, pulling it from the charger before opening the door and slamming it shut—the sudden noise making some jump.

"What happened to L/n?" Uraraka commented, looking towards the shut door, her voice laced with worry. Sero signaled to the others for permission. Denki shrugged as Mina nodded,

It was public anyways,

"Y-"

"Hey, do you guys know where Todoroki or Midoriya is?"

......................................

Another frustrated groan emitted from you, loudly, as you punched nothing.

"What the fuck!?" You shouted, throwing a bottle of water you bought from the vending machine around the corner—it's continents splattering on impact.

"After everything, what the hell!? It was just a stupid-!?" Your breathing was rigid as you felt excessive energy and emotions coursing through your body.

You heard the sound of noises just around the corner, you looked up to find non other than familiar brown hair, tied into a high pony.

"You.." You seethed before taking a sharp breath before sighing.

Kourina glanced at you, her brows furrowing. She stood near the doorway, glaring at you almost.

"We need to fucking talk."

"About what?"

Your eye twitched, was she this dense or just trying to get under your skin?

"You know what I mean. The images? The tweets?"

Kourina gulped, her eyes widened only for a split second before returning to that spiteful glare. Did she not understand how friendship or gossip worked?

"I only posted the truth. I didn't want to do that but what you said was uncalled for and just-"

"Drop the damn act—don't give me that crap. You and I both know that those images were edited. We both know that those weren't the truth." You stated, your fists clenching in annoyance and irritation at how oblivious she was acting.

You felt stinging sensations, that threatened to pour out, like a cracked dam waiting to explode. Your head lowered at the ground, swallowing a threatening cry.

"I just want to know why...

...not just the pictures but everything else." You spoke, your voice laced with hurt and betrayal, even hints of anger.

"The embarrassment, the guilt-tripping-"

"shut up."

"Shut up!"

"SHUT UP!"

Your head snapped up at the outburst.

"You! You don't get to speak—you're a selfish bitch! You're so fucking self-centered!"

Your eyes widened, speechless at the irony of the words spewing from her mouth like venom. Your brows furrowed, it felt laughable to you—how hypocritical she sounded, how desperate her tone was that even she believed her own delusions.

You grit your teeth at the absurdity. "Me? Selfish!? You know the countless of nights i've spent trying to do something for you? Things i've given up to make your mood even slightly positive!? And what have you done? Only gave me backlash and criticism!"

"Because that's what you deserve! I don't give a damn about what you've done, all of it was mockery anyways!" She hissed, throwing her stuff on the ground. "Dammit, just how the FUCK did they let someone like you in class 1-A?!" She yelled.

You froze.

"so..thats what this is all about, because i'm in a DAMN CLASS!?" You shouted.

"Well of—fucking—course!? Did you really think i'd want to befriend someone like you?" She laughed.

"..yes."

The girl froze in her tracks, her eyes scanning over yours, trying to find any signal for empty words, though couldn't. You heard a sharp breath before a chain of laughter.

"Holy shit you're dumber than I expected! The top ranked and you actually believed that delusion?"

"how fucking pathetic..." She seethed in disgust before striding closer, leaning down to your bowed head as a cocky grin of malice etched onto her lips.

"You disgust me."

"You pathetic waste of-"

A heavy blow struck her square on the cheek, causing her fall—a heavy red mark signaling the blow.

"I hate you."

Kourina lifted herself off the floor as she swayed from the impact. A sickly sweet smile tugging her lips as her eyes bore into yours.

"And I despise you."

"Lets just see how long you last in class 1-A, much less, UA." She ushered. "-and when your gone who knows? Maybe i'll take over that spo-"

She felt her back slam into the gym wall, harsh enough to leave a small dent. She groaned at the impact. "Theres a damn good reason i'm in the hero course and ranked high." You sneered, your scythe gripped tightly next to you.

"Thats enough." A cold voice interrupted.

"T-todoroki? Midoriya?" Kourina spoke, her voice seemingly about to break. "I think she broke a damn rib. I don't understand why she-"

"Save it. We heard it all."

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𝐆𝐨𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐒𝐢𝐱.

ᴍᴀɪɴ ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: ʀᴇᴄᴏᴍ ᴄᴏʟᴏɴᴇʟ ᴍɪʟᴇꜱ Qᴜᴀʀɪᴛᴄʜ x ʀᴇᴄᴏᴍ ᴍᴀᴊᴏʀ ɢᴇɴᴇʀᴀʟ ꜰᴇᴍ. ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

ꜱᴇʀɪᴇꜱ ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ ʟɪɴᴋ

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𝐔𝐧𝐢𝐭 𝐀𝐋𝐏𝐇𝐀 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐃𝐚𝐭𝐚 𝐒𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐭

MSpOT11 (Pronounced: M spot eleven) (Marine Special Operations Team 11) - Previous unit name. Colonel L/N’s Special Operations unit, composing of 10 main highly trained operators and 4 additional spots for other operators who were replaced regularly depending on the mission. These four spots were reserved for allies, mission-specific specialists, and operators assigned by higher up commanding officers. All operators were often divided into two sub teams of 7, where the commanding officer (Y/N) would choose which one to lead depending on the task.

ALPHA - Recom unit name, given officially by General Frances Ardmore. Regarded as the RDA’s muscle alongside Colonel Quaritch’s Deja Blu unit, ALPHA is Major General L/N’s special forces team. Since the very top of command remain only the Generals, ALPHA takes orders from them only, and are to assist them in any circumstances. The unit composes of the Recombinants of the 10 main operators, along with the Recombinant of F/N L/N who has the authority of commanding officer.

This data sheet displays detailed information about the operators before Project Phoenix was launched. However, in some sentences the Recoms are also mentioned.

Commanding Officer: Colonel (As a Recom: Major General) F/N L/N

Operators:

1. Captain John Keller (Callsign: Phantom)

2. Master Sergeant Oscar Bailey (Callsign: Coma)

3. First Sergeant Scott McCaskill (Callsign: Pyro)

4. Second Lieutenant Riley Jones (Callsign: Phoenix)

5. First Lieutenant Fernando Álvarez (Callsign: Alpino)

6. Sergeant Major Diego Silva (Callsign: Fuego)

7. Sergeant Major Maria Herrera (Callsign: El caos)

8. Master Gunnery Sergeant Henry Davis (Callsign: Ranger)

9. Gunnery Sergeant Khalida Fadel (Callsign: Liberty)

10. Artillery Officer Stefan Kessler (Callsign: Berlin)

1. John Keller

Mental age: 38 years

Nationality: British

Place of birth: UK

Rank: Captain

Callsign: Phantom (Has a talent for moving silently and versatilely, materializing anywhere in the front line during combat like he just came out of thin air, like a phantom.)

Skills and Specializations:

- Hostage rescue

- Kill - capture missions

- Sniper techniques

- Close quarter combat

- Counterterrorism

- Expertise in weapon handling and proficiency

- Versatile in multiple environments

- Expert in interrogation techniques

- Seek-and-strike expert

- Shock-trooper

- Long-range reconnaissance operator

More about the character:

⋆☠︎︎⋆ The “dad” of the group.

⋆☠︎︎⋆ Pushes the unit to stay clean of alcohol and smoking because it’s bad for their health and then after everyone has fallen asleep pours himself a cold glass of whiskey and lights a cigar. (He thinks no one knows but everyone knows. Whenever this is brought up within the squadron, Riley says: “Let the old man dream.”.)

⋆☠︎︎⋆ The first person he met in the unit was Oscar Bailey. Oscar was 23 years old then and was making a name for himself as one of the most talented young operators, rising in career. They met in a track-and-kill mission when Oscar and his teammates got ambushed by a terrorist group and John with his unit came to the rescue. Since then John feels a fatherly love towards Oscar and has been watching over him ever since.

⋆☠︎︎⋆ You can hear him clearing his throat and sinuses in the bathroom sink with the volume of a thousand mountain banshees in the early hours of the morning after he has just woken up. (Yes, he bolts the whole house awake, and their PTSD doesn’t make it better. Oscar has gotten more used to it than the rest but the first time it happened the whole squadron rushed to the bathroom armed to their teeth, thinking that someone stabbed him in the throat and he was choking on his own blood. What they found was a sleepy but startled John, standing in front of the bathroom sink with his thick ass black socks, and his pajama pants holding onto the curve of his half exposed ass for dear life, looking back at them with wide eyes and fists balled up ready to throw punches. Not a fun morning. Later at the breakfast table he cracked a “Who pissed in the cereal?” joke to lift up the mood. No one laughed.)

⋆☠︎︎⋆ Doesn’t give a fuck who is in front of him. If someone is being disrespectful or purely showing ignorance, he doesn’t hesitate to speak his mind and put them in their place, even if they are higher in rank than him and hold more authority. (He used to get in trouble because of this before he met Y/N, but now she covers his back.)

⋆☠︎︎⋆ Snores. Loudly. And when he’s tired; very, very loudly. (Y/N personally made sure that the rooms in their dorm were soundproofed. Her reasoning was “to give all of us privacy” but everyone knew it was because of John’s 60 decibel, chainsaw sounding snore (and some others who also snore obnoxiously loudly, ahem… Fernando). The whole unit prays that they do not get sent on missions where they have to spend the night in a foreign base, sleeping in the same room. When he’s on open air missions, he doesn’t sleep, afraid that he’ll be loud and lead the enemy to them. Once, he spent six days without sleep because of this and started to hallucinate, until Y/N intervened and forced him to go back to base.)

⋆☠︎︎⋆ He's been shot, captured, blown up, locked up, tortured, and left for dead, multiple times.

⋆☠︎︎⋆ His preferred weapon of choice is a HK433.

⋆☠︎︎⋆ He taught Oscar how to fish, and they go fishing together if the weather is good and they have the day off.

⋆☠︎︎⋆ Workaholic. Puts his job before anyone and anything.

⋆☠︎︎⋆ He used to have severe insomnia, but slowly got better until it was gone. Before his insomnia he didn’t use to snore.

⋆☠︎︎⋆ He’s constantly feeling nauseous and sometimes dizzy but no one can figure out why, not even the medics.

⋆☠︎︎⋆ For some reason his feet are always cold and he tends to wear thick socks when he’s at home.

⋆☠︎︎⋆ Always reads for a little bit before going to sleep, and he has reading glasses too.

⋆☠︎︎⋆ He’s a well known name among the military world.

⋆☠︎︎⋆ An excellent and harsh trainer. Often times, units and new talented recruits are put under his supervision and guidance.

⋆☠︎︎⋆ He nearly has an aneurysm every time he hears Americans say “soccer” when referring to football. (When this happens he gives them the biggest side eye. This happens a lot with Henry, the only American in the unit.)

⋆☠︎︎⋆ Once, Oscar referred to him as “grandpa” and he was genuinely hurt.

⋆☠︎︎⋆ Oscar convinced him once to go to a concert and they left 20 minutes in, because the man has PTSD and you can guess yourself what the flashing lights, screams and loud sounds of the CO2 jets were doing to him.

⋆☠︎︎⋆ Women hit on him a lot and he doesn’t understand why. He also politely declines each time because he is a loner. (When this was brought up one day and he said he doesn’t get why, Maria and Scott turned to him with the biggest shit eating grins on their faces and started to explain it to him with the sentence: “Because you’re daddy material.” Y/N had never seen the fearsome Captain John Keller widen his eyes so much before, not even in the middle of battle.)

⋆☠︎︎⋆ His voice is naturally deep (not entirely considering the cigars but I digress) and it gets even deeper in the morning. This happens with the other male operators too but everyone teases John when it happens to him because he’s the eldest in the unit and they love teasing him. (Y/N always jokes that he sounds like he’s narrating a “Ford” commercial in the morning.)

⋆☠︎︎⋆ He is one of the few people that General Ardmore genuinely trusts.

⋆☠︎︎⋆ Always praises the team and tells them that they did good even if the mission failed. He does this because he doesn’t know when he might lose them. Throughout his career he has lost a considerable number of people dear to him and he regrets the last words he has said to some of them, without knowing that the next time he’d see them they’d be laying dead. John now tries to show his team how much he appreciates them as often as he can.

2. Oscar Bailey

Mental age: 26 years

Nationality: British

Place of birth: UK

Rank: Master Sergeant

Callsign: Coma (Has a tendency for shooting enemies in the stomach before bashing the butt of his weapon into their skulls, either killing or sending them into a coma.)

Skills and Specializations:

- Target elimination

- Covert surveillance

- Expertise in weapon handling and proficiency

- High tolerance and tactical awareness

- Demolitions

- VIP protection

- Counterterrorism

More about the character:

⋆☠︎︎⋆ Oscar was the only one in his class to pass the RTI (Resistance To Interrogation) testing, and pass selection with the highest possible scores on all courses, at 20 years old.

⋆☠︎︎⋆ He has spent most of his career hunting terrorists.

⋆☠︎︎⋆ He has been routinely subjected to physically and mentally harsh scenarios.

⋆☠︎︎⋆ The first person he met in the unit was John Keller.

⋆☠︎︎⋆ Loves spicy food and any type of tea.

⋆☠︎︎⋆ He firstly joined the British Army and then got transferred to the U.S. Marine Corps where he met John and the rest of the unit.

⋆☠︎︎⋆ Before he enlisted for the British Army, he used to frequently go to concerts and music festivals.

⋆☠︎︎⋆ Once during a mission, he got heavily injured, resulting in a concussion, a broken collarbone, a broken femur and multiple stab wounds. The person who carried him all the way to safety was John, while yelling at him to stay conscious. It took Oscar some time to recover. He had to undergo some surgeries and have a metal rod and plate placed on his femur. During the weeks he was in bed rest, the unit would take turns visiting him so he wouldn’t be alone. (During one group visitation, Fernando made a joke and started laughing, and forgetting that Oscar was still injured, before the unit could reach out and stop him, slapped Oscar’s thigh with his damn gorilla strength. Let’s just say the medics forbid anyone from visiting Oscar for a few days….)

⋆☠︎︎⋆ Once fell out of a speeding JLTV while trying to shoot an enemy vehicle mid-confrontation. It’s a miracle that he dropped flat in time and did not get run over by the other vehicles behind the JLTV but rather let them drive over him before rolling off the track and running to a safe zone.

⋆☠︎︎⋆ He sucks at fishing. The only reason he goes to fish in the first place is because it makes John happy.

⋆☠︎︎⋆ He secretly judges every decision that the people in command make, but unlike John and Riley, he doesn’t voice it out. He only tells John what he’s thinking once they’re alone together.

⋆☠︎︎⋆ The only reason why he doesn’t complain about John and Fernando’s snoring is because he falls asleep with his earphones in, even though Y/N advises the squadron to keep their doors and ears open at night for cautious reasons.

⋆☠︎︎⋆ Sometimes when he’s very tired he will snore softly.

⋆☠︎︎⋆ His preferred weapon of choice is a SIG MCX.

⋆☠︎︎⋆ He lowkey believes that Riley secretly likes cuddles. He doesn’t know why. That’s just the vibe he gets from him.

⋆☠︎︎⋆ Whenever someone takes a picture, he looks like he doesn’t want to be there.

⋆☠︎︎⋆ He is insanely good at carjacking. (The first time he did this in a mission, the whole team stared, not having expected it, while John was standing a few feet away, smiling proudly.)

⋆☠︎︎⋆ Out of all the operators in the unit, he is the one who is the most careful in missions. While the others sometimes act out of instinct, Oscar has the ability to control even his instincts almost entirely. This has led to him saving his fellow troopers individually or in groups, multiple times during altercations.

⋆☠︎︎⋆ He tried weed once and hated it. Now he huffs in annoyance every time he smells it one someone.

⋆☠︎︎⋆ Has crashed a helicopter before. Why was he flying a helicopter in the first place, when he’s not a pilot? Interesting question. (They were in a rush to get away from an ambush and he thought he could pull it off. The most careful operator of the unit, ladies and gentlemen.)

⋆☠︎︎⋆ He loves diavola pizza to a concerning level.

⋆☠︎︎⋆ When the unit was first assembled, Fernando asked him if he speaks Spanish and he said he didn’t. Fernando grinned and told him that he’d teach him all the curse words. He did in fact do that. So now Oscar walks around with a Spanish curse words vocabulary that could send a Drill Sergeant into a coma.

⋆☠︎︎⋆ He once saw Henry make tea with “Lipton” teabags and forgot how to breathe for a few seconds. I’m not even exaggerating, he genuinely stopped breathing, and stared at Henry in horror. (A few moments later he taught him how to make loose leaf tea. When he told John and Riley about it later they also stared in horror. Everyone in that dorm was banned from using teabags ever again.)

⋆☠︎︎⋆ He has a scar on his left eyebrow. When he was born, the doctor who performed a c-section on his mother accidentally cut the corner of his left eyebrow and he has had that scar ever since. (He does not have this scar as a Recom.)

3. Scott McCaskill

Mental age: 29 years

Nationality: Scottish

Place of birth: Scotland

Rank: First Sergeant

Callsign: Pyro (During his early years as a trainee, he once accidentally triggered a few flares while getting his demolitions equipment ready and set fire to a MTVR.)

Skills and Specializations:

- Sniper techniques

- Demolitions expert

- Exceptional proficiency

- Remarkable speed and accuracy in room clearance and urban warfare

- Specialized in covert reconnaissance

- Counterterrorism operator

- Hostage rescue

- Expertise in weapon handling and proficiency

More about the character:

⋆☠︎︎⋆ Scott set the record for youngest trainee passing selection and RTI testing with the highest possible marks on all phases of the course, at the age of 22. This record was then later on broken by Oscar Bailey.

⋆☠︎︎⋆ The first person he met in the unit was Riley Jones. For his first mission he joined Riley’s team in securing a building that inhabited WMDs. During the mission, the unit was ambushed and Scott would have lost his life in bomb droppings from enemy aircrafts, if it wasn’t for Riley pulling him to safety. Since then, they have remained close friends.

⋆☠︎︎⋆ He used to be a smoker, before he met John Keller who slapped the cigarette out of his mouth as Scott went for a handshake the first time they met. (Riley secretly grinned like a Cheshire cat.)

⋆☠︎︎⋆ Drinks coffee with strictly two teaspoons of sugar. Anything over or lower than that amount and he will not drink it.

⋆☠︎︎⋆ Chatty…. Very chatty…. (Riley tends to zone him out anytime he talks.)

⋆☠︎︎⋆ Secretly frowns at how John smokes at night and mutters “hypocrite’ bastard” in his Scottish accent, under his breath.

⋆☠︎︎⋆ When he sleeps, he rolls himself into the covers like a cocoon.

⋆☠︎︎⋆ Once, after him, Fernando, Maria, Henry and Stefan returned from a mission, they found Riley sleeping on the living room floor. Scott got a not so brilliant idea and somehow convinced the others to join (it wasn’t hard, all four of them are as idiotic as he is, except maybe Stefan). The five of them turned off the lights and formed a circle around Riley. They started spinning while holding hands and chanting satanic verses. (Riley woke up and started swinging at everyone. Y/N had never seen five grown adults run so fast for their lives while their comrade chased them around the dorm with a combat knife.)

⋆☠︎︎⋆ His alarm sound is the Scottish national anthem. (Don’t ask.)

⋆☠︎︎⋆ He spends his off-duty days chilling in the living room, watching sports and drinking cold beer.

⋆☠︎︎⋆ Once went fishing with John and Oscar but did not have the patience to wait for the fish to catch the bait so he fell asleep while still holding the fishing rod.

⋆☠︎︎⋆ He enjoys wearing war paint on his face during missions.

⋆☠︎︎⋆ Once got drunk out of his fucking mind, went to the rail of the living room balcony, before lowering his pants and boxers. He held his cock between the metal bars of the rail and started pissing with concernedly high pressure while screaming “SCOTLAND FOREVAAAAAAAA” while holding a fist up in the air. (Luckily their balcony faced the forest and no one got contaminated in the process. He also got two weeks of cleaning duty for that, and no one allowed him to drink that much alcohol ever again.)

⋆☠︎︎⋆ His preferred weapon of choice is an AR-57.

⋆☠︎︎⋆ He gives the biggest side eyes to John and Riley when they question their authority figures, even if he agrees with them.

⋆☠︎︎⋆ One time he walked in on Y/N changing and didn’t say anything but wiggled his eyebrows seductively. (Y/N put him in a headlock and didn’t let him go until he started begging.)

⋆☠︎︎⋆ Constantly uses Scottish slang (Riley sighs each time he does this before asking him to “Speak English, you arsehole.”)

⋆☠︎︎⋆ Masks his emotions with humor, but Riley can always tell what he’s truly feeling.

⋆☠︎︎⋆ Gives the biggest bear hugs.

⋆☠︎︎⋆ Every time Riley, John or Oscar do something remotely British he rolls his eyes and huffs out a “Fuckin’ brits.”

⋆☠︎︎⋆ He doesn’t have tattoos but he has been thinking of getting some of Riley’s drawings tattooed on him for some time.

⋆☠︎︎⋆ Has a habit of patting people firmly on their chest or on their shoulders as a greeting. (First time he did this Riley found it extremely annoying. But now it’s comforting to him.)

⋆☠︎︎⋆ When he was a kid he was very close to his older sister. They did everything together, and were each other’s best friend. They grew apart after he joined the military and now he sees her and his mother only once a year.

⋆☠︎︎⋆ He absolutely loves making Molotov cocktails and smoke bombs.

4. Riley Jones

Mental age: 32 years

Nationality: British

Place of birth: UK

Rank: Second Lieutenant

Callsign: Phoenix (He survived a helicopter crash where all of the people in that helicopter with him died instantly, including the pilot. When rescue forces rushed to the scene, they saw him rising among the flames and wreckage, like a Phoenix rising out of ashes after death.)

Skills and Specializations:

- Sniper techniques

- Expertise in weapon handling and proficiency

- Sabotage

- Infiltrations

- Master in clandestine tradecraft

- Ambush execution

- High Intelligence

- Torture Expertise

- Master Combatant

- Knife Mastery

- Counterterrorism

- Extremely high pain tolerance

More about the character:

⋆☠︎︎⋆ Has spent most of his career executing covert assignments in classified locations.

⋆☠︎︎⋆ His most frequent injury have been stab wounds.

⋆☠︎︎⋆ Extremely organized. Has an agenda which he plans and follows strictly. This includes timetables, meetings, medical check ups, cleaning schedules etc.

⋆☠︎︎⋆ His arms are covered in tattoos.

⋆☠︎︎⋆ His favorite type of alcohol is bourbon.

⋆☠︎︎⋆ He drinks a specific tea blend that is flavored with bee balm oil.

⋆☠︎︎⋆ Before the crash, his callsign used to be Rico because he’s always armed to the teeth.

⋆☠︎︎⋆ Sarcasm king.

⋆☠︎︎⋆ Just like John, he doesn’t hesitate to point out flaws in orders or missions given by higher ups. The people in authority often get annoyed at this because they see it as him complaining about everything, but to Y/N this is extremely valuable as he provides the other perspective and helps her eliminate loopholes.

⋆☠︎︎⋆ He has a little sketchbook that he keeps with him at all times, where he doodles or draws concepts for new tattoos he wants to get.

⋆☠︎︎⋆ Has a resting bitch face.

⋆☠︎︎⋆ Loves to scare the living shit out of new recruits.

⋆☠︎︎⋆ He has a feared reputation among the military world because of his brutal executions and high kill count.

⋆☠︎︎⋆ He really likes knives and has a large collection of them. He’s always fidgeting with a combat knife and you’ll always find one on his person. (Yes, he keeps one under his pillow.)

⋆☠︎︎⋆ Even though he zones out when Scott gets too chatty, it gives him comfort when listening to his voice.

⋆☠︎︎⋆ He did not believe that Y/N would be a good commanding officer for their squadron when she was assigned as such. It didn’t matter if she had grown up in a military facility or if she was a so-called prodigy, she was too young and did not have a lot of experience. The fact that she had been ranked Colonel at such a young age was, in his opinion, a huge mistake that would cost them. He also expected her to argue his opinion every step of the way just like the rest of the authority figures did. He was however proven wrong when they came out victorious in some of the most harsh and difficult missions they had ever been in, missions which she led by also listening to his insights. Riley eventually gave her his respect.

⋆☠︎︎⋆ He knows that he comes across as threatening and that boosts his ego.

⋆☠︎︎⋆ He used to be a Christian since he was a child but after serving for some time and seeing the horrors he has seen, he lost faith in God.

⋆☠︎︎⋆ Rolls his eyes at people so much that John once joked that his eyes would get stuck like that one day.

⋆☠︎︎⋆ Actively calls John “old man”.

⋆☠︎︎⋆ He was the first to witness drunk Scott pissing from the balcony while screaming “SCOTLAND FOREVAAAAAAAA”, and that was the first and last time that Riley Jones malfunctioned.

⋆☠︎︎⋆ He really enjoys cooking and often listens to corny music while doing so. (Scott never fails to poke fun at him for this.)

⋆☠︎︎⋆ His preferred weapon of choice is an ArmaLite AR-18.

⋆☠︎︎⋆ He’s very cold and sometimes rude to people he doesn’t know personally.

⋆☠︎︎⋆ He tends to be competitive.

⋆☠︎︎⋆ Since the crash, he has had some levels of anxiety whenever he has to board a helicopter. (Of course he doesn’t show it.)

5. Fernando Álvarez

Mental age: 37 years

Nationality: Mexican

Place of birth: Mexico

Rank: First Lieutenant

Callsign: Alpino (From Spanish; Alpine. The environment he thrives in are mountainous terrains. Enemies stand no chance against him in such environments.)

Skills and Specializations:

- Counterterrorism

- Stealth expertise

- Sniper techniques

- Expertise in weapon handling and proficiency

- Target elimination

- Master combatant

- Sabotage

- Clandestine tradecraft

- Ambush execution

- Infiltrations

- Specializes in reconnaissance by fire

More about the character:

⋆☠︎︎⋆ When he was a kid, his dream was to be in the army and would often skip school to watch the soldiers of his hometown do their daily drills.

⋆☠︎︎⋆ He has a very loud voice and almost always soldiers jump startled when he starts yelling at them.

⋆☠︎︎⋆ He grew up with Diego and they have been best friends since childhood.

⋆☠︎︎⋆ Diego would often scold him for skipping school.

⋆☠︎︎⋆ Later on, after they both had enlisted for the military, they met Maria.

⋆☠︎︎⋆ His weapon of choice is a SIG MPX but his favorite weapon is his CheyTac Intervention which he calls “mami”.

⋆☠︎︎⋆ Fernando and Maria have a “that annoying sibling” relationship.

⋆☠︎︎⋆ Once said: “It’s not gay if it’s the homies.”

⋆☠︎︎⋆ Snores obnoxiously loud, to the point that people dread having to sleep next to him. The worst part is that his snore adds on top of John’s during the night and sometimes they leave their doors open, making it sound like someone has switched on two MS 881 Petrol Chainsaws all night.

⋆☠︎︎⋆ He once got shot in his right asscheek. Luckily, it wasn’t a deep injury and it didn’t reach anything that shouldn’t be reached. (He quite literally ran around the battlefield with a bullet up his ass.) (He couldn’t sit on the toilet for three weeks.) (He cursed “puta madre” out loud approximately 400 times while trying to sit during his entire time of recovery.)

⋆☠︎︎⋆ Has an insane amount of tolerance for spicy food. Has eaten Carolina Reaper peppers before and looked like he was eating candy. (He suffered on the toilet a few days later.)

⋆☠︎︎⋆ Very good cook. But ironically enough, he’s too lazy to cook.

⋆☠︎︎⋆ Constantly goes to Maria’s room for the sole reason of making eye contact with her and staring her down judgmentally for 45 seconds, and then leaving the door to her room open, because he knows that it annoys her carnally.

⋆☠︎︎⋆ Uh… very hairy. But he shaves regularly and keeps it neatly trimmed. Once tried waxing but the hair was so strong that the waxing tissue stuck to it. (On the bright side, as a Recom he has no body hair.)

⋆☠︎︎⋆ He once unintentionally decked a stripper square in the face because she tried to choke him unexpectedly while straddling his lap, thinking that he’d get turned on, but he got startled, causing his reflexes to kick in. (She got knocked out, suffered a broken nose, a fractured maxilla and nasal bone, and a few of her front teeth got knocked out. It took her months to recover fully. She sued him but he won the case, and out of spite sued her back for emotional distress. Ironically enough, he won the case and she had to pay him a mighty sum of money.)

⋆☠︎︎⋆ He really cares about Diego. He’s always watching over him even when he’s unaware of it. To Fernando, Diego is his brother and he will protect him with his life if he has to.

⋆☠︎︎⋆ He’s especially deadly in mountainous terrains.

⋆☠︎︎⋆ He’s insanely good at what he does, to the point that even John Keller had his jaw drop the first time he saw him in action. He knows the battlefield like the back of his hand and he’s extremely lethal in action.

⋆☠︎︎⋆ He had an eyebrow piercing on his right eyebrow throughout high school, but had to take it out when he joined the military and it closed entirely. (His mom grounded him for three months when he got it.)

⋆☠︎︎⋆ When he turned fourteen years old, he spent three months building a training field on his uncle’s farm. It was a piece of his land that wasn’t nutritious enough to grow produce or good grass for herds, so he let Fernando do whatever he wanted with it. With help from Diego, a few other friends and friendly neighbors, Fernando ended up building multiple tiny buildings to resemble houses, spread junkyard cars, old shipping containers and stacks of sacks filled with gravel, all over the place to practice open-air gunfight, and even made multiple dummies for target practice. He used that training field 24/7 religiously for four years until time came when he and Diego signed up for the military.

⋆☠︎︎⋆ He loved Diego’s grandmother dearly and he would often go to spend afternoons at their house. At one point, she and Diego cleared out the old storage room in her house and let him have it. Fernando was deeply touched by this, and he did not take it for granted at all. He cherished that tiny room deeply and his mother even joked that it had become his favorite bedroom. (His mother always shared her cooking with Diego and his grandmother to show her gratitude for them making her son happy, and would pack some carefully in Fernando’s backpack before he would go over to their house.)

⋆☠︎︎⋆ During his rookie years he would get into a lot of fights with other recruits for Diego’s sake, and he’d always win. He almost got kicked out of the military because at one point he beat up a dude so badly that his face looked like it had been shoved inside a meat grinder.

⋆☠︎︎⋆ He likes going to watch rodeos, and always invites Diego to come with him.

⋆☠︎︎⋆ He makes the most delicious Enchiladas.

⋆☠︎︎⋆ Has a bullish devotion to Y/N and his fellow troopers. He’s always looking out for his squadron.

⋆☠︎︎⋆ He can be very overprotective and possessive over the people he cares about.

6. Diego Silva

Mental age: 37 years

Nationality: Mexican

Place of birth: Mexico

Rank: Sergeant Major

Callsign: Fuego (From Spanish; Fire. He almost lost his life during a mission where C4 explosives were placed in the enemy-filled building he was clearing. He realized this moments before the explosives were about to go off. He decided to sacrifice himself for the mission and doused as much of the building as he could with gasoline so he could take out every enemy with him. When the explosives went off, not only did the building start to crumble but what was left caught entirely on fire. John was about to pronounce him KIA but then Diego was pulled out of the fire and rubble by Fernando who had rushed to the scene the second he heard that something had gone wrong.)

Skills and Specializations:

- Counterterrorism

- Stealth expertise

- Sniper techniques

- Expertise in weapon handling and proficiency

- Target elimination

- Master combatant

- Ambush execution

- Infiltrations

- Covert surveillance

More about the character:

⋆☠︎︎⋆ He is very friendly. Almost everyone eases up to him quickly. (Even Riley.)

⋆☠︎︎⋆ He would always scold Fernando for skipping school to watch soldiers train.

⋆☠︎︎⋆ His parents were drug dealers and traffickers, and were never home.

⋆☠︎︎⋆ When he was young, he had a very close bond with his grandmother, who raised him. He would always spend his afternoons after school cooking and helping her around the house. After dinner, they would sit together by the fireplace and she’d tell him stories while teaching him how to knit and do embroidery. When she passed away, Diego took it very harshly and it took him years to recover. He still misses her dearly every single day, and keeps a small handkerchief that she embroidered with his initials, on him at all times.

⋆☠︎︎⋆ He has a very strong brotherly bond with Fernando, and would sacrifice his own life for him if he had to.

⋆☠︎︎⋆ The girls of his hometown all had a crush on him because he was soft, caring, kind and overall just a great guy. Often times friends of his grandmother’s would try to convince her to set him up for marriage with their daughters or nieces but she’d always politely decline. She’d tell him everyday that he had to let his own heart choose the person he wanted to be with.

⋆☠︎︎⋆ Diego never wanted to join the military but he did so for Fernando’s sake.

⋆☠︎︎⋆ His preferred weapon of choice is a SIG MCX.

⋆☠︎︎⋆ Unlike Fernando, he has an easygoing friendship with Maria.

⋆☠︎︎⋆ He, Riley and Henry do most of the cooking in the house.

⋆☠︎︎⋆ He has a talent for zoning out Fernando’s snore.

⋆☠︎︎⋆ When he and Fernando first started as recruits, others would often pick on him because he was the least aggressive out of all of them. They tried breaking him because he was the only one who didn’t want to be there, and if you know you know that that’s no mentality to have in the military. Key word there: tried. Fernando beat them all up so bad that some of them dropped out and were never seen on the training ground again.

⋆☠︎︎⋆ He doesn’t drink or smoke, and never has. He believes that those are poison to one’s body.

⋆☠︎︎⋆ When Fernando was building his training field, he was the one who made the target practice dummies using his sewing skills.

⋆☠︎︎⋆ His favorite dishes to cook are soups and stews. He also really enjoys baking.

⋆☠︎︎⋆ He was always on top of his class since elementary. Even in military training, he always had the highest scores in written tests.

⋆☠︎︎⋆ Do not be fooled by his friendly personality and soft looking features. Despite the fact that he does not really like his job and that compared to the others he seems somewhat non-threatening, Diego Silva has the rank of Sergeant Major for a reason. His skills, knowledge and specializations are right behind Riley’s and he places second along with Fernando on experience.

⋆☠︎︎⋆ He uses handguns more than the rest of the unit.

⋆☠︎︎⋆ He’s an excellent driver. Whether that be during a chase, a getaway, an open gunfire fight on the road, or just a plain simple change of location, Diego will always be behind the steering wheel. (Fun fact; Diego has never gotten a speeding ticket. Even with the corrupt police force in his hometown, he never got stopped.)

⋆☠︎︎⋆ When he and Fernando visit their hometown, grandmas will still try to set him up with their nieces. (They gather around him like a flock of those seagulls in “Finding Nemo”. One time he even lost Fernando in the herd of abuelas, and found him half an hour later, sitting near their hometown’s small church while shoving pistachio ice cream in his mouth with a tiny plastic spoon.)

⋆☠︎︎⋆ He and Fernando have a secret hang-out place in an abandoned school in the forest near their hometown. It has been their secret place since they were five year old niños and before they signed up for the military they would always go there to watch the sunset or just to talk and quiet their minds. Whenever one couldn’t find the other, they always knew where to look. They still visit that place when they get the chance.

⋆☠︎︎⋆ Whenever he is faced with something that is troubling him, he looks up to the sky and asks his grandmother for guidance.

⋆☠︎︎⋆ In the same chain where his Dog Tag is, he keeps a locket that has two pictures that are especially precious to him because they capture two of his core memories. The right one is a picture of his grandmother smiling at the camera while knitting in her rocking chair. She had saved up a lot of money to buy him that camera as a present for his birthday and Diego cried that day, because it had been a very expensive camera, especially for an old lady living on her pension. Her picture was the first one he ever took with it. The other picture in the left side of the locket is a picture of him and Fernando together, laughing as Fernando drapes an arm over his shoulders and hugs him close. That day, the both of them had volunteered in the soup kitchen of their hometown, and at the end of the day, the staff had thanked them and the rest of the few volunteers by offering them a meal. Before sitting at the dining table, Fernando pulled him aside. He told him his plans to sign up for the military in a month, the day of his birthday. Diego listened carefully as Fernando told him the plans he had made for his life and that the decision was final. Even though it did not come as a surprise to him, Diego still had felt a pang of dread in his heart. That moment he decided that he would never separate lives from Fernando, and told him he would sign up with him too. Fernando was caught back and asked him to reconsider but Diego’s mind was made up. The words he then said will forever be in Fernando’s heart, for he told him: “Aquí no hay nada para mí sin ti, hermano mío. Nunca me perdonaré si dejo que nuestras vidas se separen. Te seguiré hasta la tumba, Fernando Álvarez.” (There is nothing for me here without you, my brother. I will never forgive myself if I let our lives separate. I will follow you to the grave, Fernando Álvarez.). They later went to the dining table with tears in their eyes and sat down. The rest raised a toast while laughing happily and Fernando wrapped his arm around Diego’s shoulder before hugging him close. That’s the moment a friend of theirs pulled out his camera and snapped the picture.

7. Maria Herrera

Mental age: 37 years

Nationality: Mexican

Place of birth: Mexico

Rank: Sergeant Major

Callsign: El caos (From Spanish; Chaos. Has the ability to cause havoc everywhere she goes, if she wants to. Moreover, has often unpredictable and erratic behavior when she’s irritated.)

Skills and Specializations:

- Counterterrorism

- Stealth expertise

- Sniper techniques

- Expertise in weapon handling and proficiency

- Target elimination

- Ambush execution

- Infiltrations

- Covert surveillance

- Track-and-kill missions

More about the character:

⋆☠︎︎⋆ Most of her career has been spent hunting down cartel leaders and narcos.

⋆☠︎︎⋆ She prefers being the undercover operator during missions because she gets to display how good she is at having a poker face. (Plus she loves the thrill.)

⋆☠︎︎⋆ Flirts with Y/N more than she should.

⋆☠︎︎⋆ She once got kidnapped by the enemy and they gave her back after 14 hours of captivity because she had objectified the men so much that they felt violated. When Oscar, Diego and a small team of operators arrived at the warehouse she was being held in, they found her in the middle of the building, tied to a chair with a note stapled to the front of her shirt that wrote: “In my 15 years of crime, I have never had a hostage make my guys so uncomfortable. They’re not objects.”. (Maria still keeps that note as a souvenir.)

⋆☠︎︎⋆ Most of her time in the gym is spent on working on her arms and thighs, providing her with a nice set of firm thighs and muscled biceps that she loves flexing. (She was devastated to see that her recom body had average looking arms and thin thighs. That was her only concern waking up for the first time.)

⋆☠︎︎⋆ She once started a cult because she was bored. (It was awfully successful and Y/N had to intervene and shut it down.)

⋆☠︎︎⋆ Her parents were cartel members. When she turned eighteen, she was expected to join said cartel with them. When she refused, her parents attempted to kill her, saying that she was a disgrace to their blood. No one knows what happened that night. But Maria joined the military a week after, and no one has seen her parents ever since.

⋆☠︎︎⋆ She has multiple tattoos. The biggest one stretches from her shoulder to the elbow of her left arm.

⋆☠︎︎⋆ After she had been in the military for a while, Fernando gifted her a golden chain because she was a good friend to Diego. She wears that chain everyday.

⋆☠︎︎⋆ She grew up in the same town as Fernando and Diego but they never met before the military. However, Diego’s parents worked for Maria’s parents.

⋆☠︎︎⋆ When she was young she wanted to be a tattoo artist.

⋆☠︎︎⋆ She loves dogs. She was the one who always wanted to take care of the K9s and no one bothered to stop her.

⋆☠︎︎⋆ Has a pretty high alcohol tolerance. (She also loves beer.)

⋆☠︎︎⋆ She was a bully and a class clown in school. (The teachers despised her.)

⋆☠︎︎⋆ When her, Diego and Fernando first started as recruits, she would get into a lot of trouble for talking back to the Drill Sergeant. She despised that man so much that she slept with his wife out of spite.

⋆☠︎︎⋆ Her preferred weapon of choice is a Heckler & Koch HK43.

⋆☠︎︎⋆ Despite the fact at how carnally annoying she finds Fernando, she does indeed care about him and Diego.

⋆☠︎︎⋆ When she got heavily drunk in a bar one night when the team were celebrating a recent victory, she made scissoring gestures with her fingers at Y/N who sighed and told Khalida to keep an eye on her. (She ended up fighting a random dude at the bar and Khalida helped her.)

⋆☠︎︎⋆ She can be extremely jealous and possessive over the people she cares about.

⋆☠︎︎⋆ She has a cross necklace that she wears along with her gold chain. Her family were Christian so she kinda stuck to it. She doesn’t really agree with Riley’s view on God but she understands and respects his opinion.

⋆☠︎︎⋆ She really likes Riley’s drawings, especially the doodles, and she got one of them tattooed. (It’s a doodle of a Heckler & Koch HK43. Riley has multiple full pages in his sketchbook with doodles of every type of gun and combat knife he knows.)

⋆☠︎︎⋆ She once took a picture of Y/N working out and dripping in sweat and when Khalida and Henry looked at her questionably she cleared her throat and said: “For research purposes.”

⋆☠︎︎⋆ She enjoys beating the shit out of new recruits during training. (She unironically refers to them as “fresh meat”.)

8. Henry Davis

Mental age: 35 years

Nationality: American

Place of birth: U.S.A

Rank: Master Gunnery Sergeant

Callsign: Ranger (He spends a lot of time making presentations to explain the plans and strategies he proposes for upcoming missions. The unit started calling him PowerPoint Ranger because of this, so his callsign became Ranger.)

Skills and Specializations:

- Advanced sniper techniques

- Weapon handling and proficiency

- Counter-insurgency

- Special reconnaissance

- Information warfare

- Tactical planning and coordination

- Anti-proliferation of weapons of mass destruction

- Counterterrorism

- Sabotage

- Ambush executions

More about the character:

⋆☠︎︎⋆ He’s very positive. You’ll always find a smile on his face.

⋆☠︎︎⋆ Cracks the most horrendous dad jokes.

⋆☠︎︎⋆ Just like Diego and Riley, he’s a very good cook and does most of the cooking in the house with them.

⋆☠︎︎⋆ He is arguably the most skilled sniper in the unit.

⋆☠︎︎⋆ His intelligence and mission planning tactics are of the highest level and he is one of Y/N’s most valuable assets.

⋆☠︎︎⋆ He’s a family man. Moreover, he absolutely loves kids, and they stick to him like glue whenever he’s around.

⋆☠︎︎⋆ He is the one who bakes the birthday cakes for teammates’ birthdays.

⋆☠︎︎⋆ Before the team decided to give him the callsign “Ranger” they called him “Stars n Stripes”. (Because he’s American, badum tss.)

⋆☠︎︎⋆ He can be as friendly as Diego. Arguably, even more.

⋆☠︎︎⋆ Both of his arms are covered in sleeve tattoos.

⋆☠︎︎⋆ He had to babysit his nieces during duty hours once. They wanted to play dress up and forced him to participate. The problem was that he had a very important meeting with the team and the General at the time, to discuss an upcoming classified mission. He showed up to that meeting with green eyeshadow, smudged mascara, smeared red lipstick and hot pink blush, because his nieces would start crying when he’d attempt to take it off. Needless to say, the whole unit was horrified and Y/N avoided eye contact with the General at all costs. Henry kept his head down and avoided drawing attention to himself as much as he could. (The whole unit was secretly dying inside from laughter.) (When the General asked who would be planning the infiltration tactics for the operation, Y/N hesitantly pointed to Henry, who gave the General the most awkward half smile. Y/N wished the ground would just open below her feet and swallow her whole.)

⋆☠︎︎⋆ His preferred weapon of choice is a M4A1 carbine.

⋆☠︎︎⋆ As mentioned in his specializations, his most important missions included counter-insurgency, special reconnaissance, counterterrorism, information warfare and anti-proliferation of weapons of mass destruction.

⋆☠︎︎⋆ Henry has played key roles in ensuring definitive victories against emerging terrorist networks.

⋆☠︎︎⋆ Before he joined the unit, he was an operator for the Special Activities Division of the CIA.

⋆☠︎︎⋆ His favorite equipment are laptops, sat-phones, and rocket-equipped combat drones.

⋆☠︎︎⋆ Since the SAD is permitted to execute missions against enemies of the state, without consulting the Pentagon or White House, Henry has been involved in multiple actions to assassinate enemy leadership.

⋆☠︎︎⋆ He really likes the doodle that Maria got tattooed from Riley’s sketchbook. He brought it up one day and he said that he also was thinking of asking Riley to get one tattooed on him. That day the team talked about it and joked that they each would get one tattooed.

⋆☠︎︎⋆ He is Y/N’s right hand in planning tactics. He is the first to come up with a plan, then if Y/N approves they are to present it to the rest of the team and the higher ups.

⋆☠︎︎⋆ Before Y/N became their commanding officer, he and Riley would argue every single day. Henry absolutely despised the way Riley would shit on his mission tactics proposals and that became the reason why they would be at each other’s throats every minute of every day. He still hates the way Riley finds something wrong with every single plan he makes but since Y/N finds it useful he doesn’t argue that much anymore.

⋆☠︎︎⋆ He joins Fernando in watching rodeos when he has time because he genuinely enjoys it.

⋆☠︎︎⋆ He had a mustache and a beard which he had had for years, so when he woke up as a Recom he was devastated to learn that Recombinants can’t grow facial hair.

⋆☠︎︎⋆ He and Y/N were the only ones who actually researched about Pandora and the Na’vi before they signed their Project Phoenix contracts.

⋆☠︎︎⋆ He nearly got half of his body blown to pieces in a mission in Russia and he still gets shivers thinking about it.

9. Khalida Fadel

Mental age: 34 years

Nationality: ???

Place of birth: ???

Rank: Gunnery Sergeant

Callsign: Liberty (No one knows why. This was the callsign she had when she first joined the unit and she demanded that she kept it because it was dear to her.)

Skills and Specializations:

- Counterterrorism

- Stealth expertise

- Sniper techniques

- Expertise in weapon handling and proficiency

- Target elimination

- Ambush execution

- Covert surveillance

More about the character:

⋆☠︎︎⋆ She showed up one day and Y/N introduced her to the unit as the new member. She left no room for questions, so everyone has went along with it since then.

⋆☠︎︎⋆ Not much is known about her past before she joined the squadron, except that she has a brother who lives in the Middle East. The only people who know the whole story are Y/N and John Keller.

⋆☠︎︎⋆ She’s a master combatant and one of the best operators in weapon handling and proficiency.

⋆☠︎︎⋆ She’s one of the best motorcycle riders that Y/N has ever seen and she prefers to ride one during missions rather than joining them in their military cars.

⋆☠︎︎⋆ You’ll almost never see her without an army headband on.

⋆☠︎︎⋆ When she’s irritated, she cusses people out in Arabic.

⋆☠︎︎⋆ She doesn’t usually initiate outside-of-work conversations, it has to be someone to talk to her first. But she’s very good at indulging in a conversation and it’s actually really nice to talk to her.

⋆☠︎︎⋆ She’s very quiet in her combat. Has a talent for taking people out almost silently.

⋆☠︎︎⋆ She has led all-women teams multiple times into battle and each time has resulted in victory.

⋆☠︎︎⋆ Her preferred weapon of choice is an AK-47.

⋆☠︎︎⋆ She can be excellent at motivating soldiers during battle, reminding them of why they’re there and that she’s right there with them.

⋆☠︎︎⋆ Her tactic-planning skills are also quite impressive but unlike Riley she doesn’t prefer to intervene in Henry’s plans.

⋆☠︎︎⋆ For some reason, her and Riley cannot maintain a conversation for the life of them. Put them in a room together and they’ll make the most awkward chitchat before staying in the most uncomfortable silence that humanity has ever experienced.

⋆☠︎︎⋆ She likes Henry quite a bit and she spends a lot of time talking with him. (Maria often jokes that they have a crush on each other.)

⋆☠︎︎⋆ Like John and Riley, she tends to call out on bullshit whenever it happens. She does tone it down a bit more than them, but still doesn’t hesitate to point it out, no matter of who it comes from.

⋆☠︎︎⋆ Even though not much is known about her past, Y/N and John have dropped hints here and there that she has had a very hard life since childhood.

⋆☠︎︎⋆ She has a locket necklace with a picture of a middle aged man inside but doesn’t tell people who he is.

⋆☠︎︎⋆ Khalida doesn’t see war as just liberation of land but also as freedom from the old ways.

⋆☠︎︎⋆ She introduced Henry to Arabic food and that man ate that day like he was never going to see food ever again.

⋆☠︎︎⋆ She has a talent for being able to use anything around her to her advantage during battle. Oil filters of a random vehicle? She’ll use it as a suppressor. Wax and random container of bleach? She’ll make a smoke bomb out of it. Broken glass on the street? Perfect for a Shiv.

⋆☠︎︎⋆ Despite everything, Y/N doesn’t trust her very much. Except for John, no one else knows why.

10. Stefan Kessler (Keßler)

Mental age: 32 years

Nationality: German

Place of birth: Germany

Rank: Artillery Officer

Callsign: Berlin (He’s massive, and the tallest operator in the unit. He was the largest soldier in the entire Marine division. Because of this and because he’s German, he was given the callsign “Berlin” to compare him to the Berlin Wall.)

Skills and Specializations:

- Sniper techniques

- Expert in weapon handling and proficiency

- Sabotage

- Infiltrations

- Clandestine tradecraft

- Ambush execution

- High Intelligence

- Torture Expertise

- Master Combatant

- Counterterrorism

More about the character:

⋆☠︎︎⋆ Very quiet. He’s usually in his own world. He won’t really talk to people unless he knows them.

⋆☠︎︎⋆ The first person he spoke to within the unit was Diego.

⋆☠︎︎⋆ He spends most of his free time taking care of their guns and equipment.

⋆☠︎︎⋆ He used to dislike Riley, since his behavior reminded Stephan of how much he hates people. Then one day, during a mission where it was the two of them, Oscar and Scott, he walked out to find a place to be by himself. He found a quiet place and when he walked a bit further, he saw Riley sitting by a tree, drawing in his sketchbook. He was about to turn back but Riley called him over. They ended up bonding over their shared talent for drawing, and talked for hours. Since then, they have had a good friendly relationship.

⋆☠︎︎⋆ His favorite people within the squadron are Diego and Oscar.

⋆☠︎︎⋆ He prefers to stay home when the unit goes out to celebrate victories. He just enjoys alone time. Sometimes he does go out with them but doesn’t do much, just stays at a table, slowly sipping from a pint glass of cold beer while watching whatever is going on around him.

⋆☠︎︎⋆ The smell of gun oil calms him down because his safe space is when he’s taking care of their guns and equipment.

⋆☠︎︎⋆ To keep his body mass he has to eat very large quantities of food, and he feels bad when one of his teammates says they’re gonna cook for the day. This has been brought up multiple times and everyone assures him that he’s really not the problem, because they’re all bulky built soldiers and they all eat a lot. (Diego, while tying his apron, also told him that he shouldn’t be feeling guilty about this when Fernando Álvarez exists.)

⋆☠︎︎⋆ Back when he was a recruit, when Drill Sergeants would see him for the first time, they would look at him like basketball coaches look at a very tall kid who has just stepped foot in the school for the first time.

⋆☠︎︎⋆ He doesn’t curse much, only when something goes wrong in a mission or when he drops something while oiling their guns, and even then he curses under his breath and in German.

⋆☠︎︎⋆ Even as a Recom, he is the largest Na’vi among both Recombinants and Avatars. He has it the hardest to move around in human-sized spaces and since he ends up tipping everything over, even people, Y/N mostly keeps him at their living quarters. And he doesn’t mind one bit.

⋆☠︎︎⋆ He has a talent for crafting gadgets with very few materials. Give him a couple of batteries and some wire and he’ll make something very useful with it.

⋆☠︎︎⋆ When he was a kid he wanted to be a veterinarian.

⋆☠︎︎⋆ He’s very intimidating and he knows it. But unlike Riley, he doesn’t enjoy it too much. He does like it that he’s able to intimidate the enemy with his size however.

⋆☠︎︎⋆ He loves cats. He always feeds the strays when he sees them.

⋆☠︎︎⋆ He’s a good babysitter. He minds his business. The kids mind their own and at the same time they don’t get into trouble because they’re lowkey scared of him. Who wouldn’t be, the man is huge. Boom. Babysitting 101.

⋆☠︎︎⋆ He’s a smoker. John tried to get him to stop but to no avail. He smokes Marlboro religiously and will not have any other brands.

⋆☠︎︎⋆ He has a very good understanding of his body. From what foods are best for him to what exercises strain his muscles more. He knows his strengths and his limits perfectly.

⋆☠︎︎⋆ His preferred weapon of choice is a M249 SAW.

⋆☠︎︎⋆ He’s a master at grilling. Whenever the team decides to have a barbecue night, he’s the one slaying above the grill. (Scott has gifted him an apron that reads “Grill Daddy.” Yes, he had a lot of questions when he received said gift.)

⋆☠︎︎⋆ His father was a butcher so he basically grew up in a butcher shop. His mother was a drug addict so he never really saw her unless she came at their doorstep to beg for drug money.

⋆☠︎︎⋆ He has multiple tattoos on his arms and body and some of them he designed himself.

⋆☠︎︎⋆ Just like Oscar, he is very calm and calculated during combat. Since he’s older, that makes up for Oscar’s lack of experience.

⋆☠︎︎⋆ If Riley or John are busy, then he is usually the guy who’s gets put in charge of the interrogations.

⋆☠︎︎⋆ Sometimes the team refers to him as the “Gun Bunny” because he’s the artilleryman.

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visenyaism · 2 years ago

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i have done so many theory rubrics it’s time for a table of contents proper. So here we go, in descending order:

Ghost is a good boy who deserves treats other than that one time he was mean to daven seaworth (20/20)

AEGON BLACKFYRE SWEEP (20/20)

Red Wedding 2.0 (18/20)

Danny Flint is Coldhands (16/20)

Euron Failed Bloodraven Student (15/20)

Maegor was a blood magic baby (14/20)

Lemongate (13/20)

Oberyn poisoned Tywin (12/20)

Loras is alive (11/20)

Walda Frey's letters are code (10/20)

Bran is the Great Other (10/20)

Jon has a secret Stark name and it is theon (10/20)

Pycelle is a Lannister bastard (10/20)

Ye Olde Starks are responsible for the Others in some way (9/20)

Arrax left dragon eggs in Winterfell (9/20)

Euron is warging the dusky woman. for purposes. (9/20)

Tywin is Rhaegar’s biological father (8/20)

The Cannibal is just posted on Skagos (7/20)

Bolt-On (7/20)

Quaithe is secretly Shiera Seastar (6/20)

Varys is a Merman (5/20)

Varys is 3 kids in a trenchcoat (4/20)

Melisandre is a Shiera+Bloodraven love child (4/20)

"Robert Strong" is neither Gregor Clegane nor a descendant of House Strong but a descendant of Aemond Targaryen and Alys Rivers (3/20 but a winner to me)

Lemongate but specifically Preston Jacobs' Dornish Master Plan version (2/20)

R+L=D (1/20)

Euron is time traveling bran (1/20)

Exodus Theory (-2/20)

#this is just testament to the fact that i will do anything if you ask me abt my interests #theres a lot more in the queue i'll add those in as they come #probably add a readmore eventually theres a LOT

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mtaartsdesign · 11 months ago

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Mary Miss’ “Framing Union Square” (1998) at 14 St-Union Sq (4,5,6,L,N,Q,R,W) station invites viewers to look below the surface to the history of a place. Miss worked with architect Lee Harris Pomeroy, using the rehabilitation of Union Square station as an opportunity to uncover hidden structural elements, cables, and conduits — some of which were still functional, and others that were replaced by new improvements. Old decorative work reappeared during construction, including mosaics, pilasters, name plaques, and six terra cotta eagles from the 1904 station that were presumed lost. With bright red frames, Miss brings these treasures to the surface while also highlighting more subtle points of interest: a bolt, a fragment of ancient-looking mosaic, a piece of rusted steel cable.

R.M. Fischer’s "Brooklyn-Battery Tunnel Clock" (1992) crowns the top of the Hugh L. Carey Tunnel's (formerly known as the Brooklyn-Battery Tunnel) historic Manhattan ventilation building and vehicle entrance. The clock marks the transition from city streets to tunnel entrance, announces time, and optimistically welcomes commuters day and at night. The artwork responds to the ornate character and large scale of the site while remaining compatible with the historic character of the tunnel ventilation building’s "Depression Modern" architecture.

Miss and Fischer were recently featured in “Pioneers of Public Art, New York in the 1980’s and 90’s,” a public talk organized by the Battery Park City Authority.

📸1: MTA A&D/Rob Wilson, 2: Paul Warchol, 3-4: Battery Park City Authority

#mtaarts #publicart #permanent art

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the-history-chap · 9 months ago

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7TP and it's variants

7TP, what it is, everybody knows. But not everybody knows how many different variants were produced.

1. Pre-production prototypes

First 7TP prototype, no. 1595, nicknamed "Smok" ("Dragon"), during trials. [Source]

First prototype of 7TP, then called VAU-33 (for Vickers-Armstrong-Ursus [Vickers-Armstrong being manufacturer of Vickers Mk.E on which the tanks was based, Ursus for polish company responsible for the project] or Vickers-Armstrong-Ulepszony [Improved], 33 for the year). It featured experimental welded bogies (dropped in later models), twin turrets of 6-tonner type A (without armament), enlarged engine compartment (on the picture marked with lighter color) and non-standard toolboxes and spare roadwheel placement.

First single-turret 7TP prototype, no. 1595, with modified engine compartment and original Bofors turret, probably January 1937. [Source]

First single-turret prototype of 7TP, featuring turret designed by Bofors, based on Landsverk L-10 and L-30 tanks. The chassis of the twin-turret prototype was used (note welded bogies). The turret was equipped with wz.37 tank gun (tank variant of Bofors 37mm anti-tank gun) and 7.92mm wz.30 water-cooled machine gun (improved version of Colt-Browning M1917A1, rechambered for 7.92mm Mauser round). Recoil system of the main gun lacks armored cover found on production models. Rear hatch was later replaced with radio or ammunition niche, with hatches moved to the roof of the turret. Note modifications made to the rear of the engine compartment, like muffler moved to the top.

2. Production variants

Twin-turret 7TP, May 1937. [Source]

Serially produced twin-turret 7TP were armed with 2 7.92mm wz.30 water-cooled machine guns, one in each turret. Turrets came from Polish Vickers Mk.Es. Note the muffler mounted on the bottom of the rear plate, characteristic for earlier models of the tank.

Early single-turret 7TP. [Source]

Late single-turret 7TP, no 5091, at Kubinka proving ground, 1940 [Source: Tank Power 317, "7TP Vol. II", p. 82]

Serially produced single-turret 7TP used improved Bofors turret. Niche at the rear was intended for radio (installed only in command vehicles). Otherwise it was often used to store ammunition for 37mm gun. Main difference between early and late variants of 7TP is placement of the muffler and construction of the engine compartment doors.

3. Radio

Several radio variants were made, for both single- and twin-turret designs. Tanks were fitted with either RKBc or (later) N2/C radios with standard or telescopic antennas, with minimal changes to the hull and turret. Państwowe Zakłady Tele-Radiotechniczne (National Tele-Radio Engineering Works) proposed a rail antenna project mounted on 7TP, but it was not produced.

4. Engineering and other special equipment

There were several prototypes of special equipment to be mounted on 7TP tank, including a deployable bridge, a battering ram and a plough. None were made in large numbers.

5. Planned variants

A project for a self-propelled anti-aircraft gun was started in 1937. It was to be armed with two 20mm wz.38 model A autocannons. Project was abandoned in 1938, as engineers were moved to TKS rearmament project. No drawings suvived, if any were even made.

Two projects of 7TP wz. 1939 (also known as 7TP wzmocniony [Reinforced] or 9TP [This name appears only in post-war literature]) were proposed by Biuro Badań Technicznych Broni Pancernych (BBT BP, Bureau of Technical Research of Armored Weapons) and Biuro Studiów PZInż (BS PZInż, Research Bureau of National Engineering Works). Those were a serious modernisation of 7TP, featuring (among others) welded armor plates (previously armor was bolted to the frame), slightly different shape of the hull, new engine and thicker armor. The latter was chosen for testing, being simpler in production. It's commonly believed that 2 prototypes were ordered (one with standard transmission and one with transmission from C7P) and tested in 1939. Little documentation and no pictures survived.

6. Artillery tractors

First prototype C6P after reconstruction, nicknamed Felek, no. 8993, designated C7P/I. [Source] Second prototype C6T. [Source]

C6P and C6T were the first two prototypes of C7P artillery tractor. C6P had engine placed in the rear with driving sprocket on the front (like in 7TP), while C6T had engine placed on the front with rear-mounted sprocket and Sauer truck cabin. The latter was later rebuild to C6P/II and later C7P/II standard, while the former was reconstructed into C7P/I and later become standard model for the series.

Production C7P tractor with 220mm wz.32 mortar. [Source]

C7P was polish artillery tractor based on 7TP. It was used for towing artillery, as a recovery vehicle and for engineering units. Some of them were equipped with various equipment, including a plough,a bridge or a dozer blade.

7. German modifications

7TP tanks in German service, rearmed with air-cooled machine guns. [Source: Panzer Tracts 19-1: "Beute-Panzerkampfwagen - Czech, Polish, and French Tanks Captured from 1939 to 1940", p. 13]

Germans used several 7TPs captured during September Campaign, but the exact number is unknown. Some tanks (both single- and twin-turret) were rearmed with german air-cooled machine guns, equipped with german radios and headlights.

Raupenshlepper 7TP [Source unknown] Raupenshlepper 7TP Kranaufbau in Tomaszów Mazowiecki [Source]

Raupenschlepper 7TP (also known as Schlepper auf 7TP) was a tractor conversion, made by the Germans during and after 1941. They were made (based on the limited pictures I found) exclusively from late single-turret tanks. They were used as a recovery vehicle and for towing the aircraft. Exact number build is unknown, with 16 reported as avaible for conversion in April 1941 and 3 received in November same year.

8. Sources

Tank Power 536, "7TP", J. Magnuski, R. Szubański, J, Ledwoch, 2022, published by Militaria

"7TP", J. Magnuski, J. Jędryka, P. Sembrat, 1996, 2008, published by "Militaria"

Plan Pack Vol. VIII, 513, "7TP C7P", G. Jackowski, 2021, published by Militaria

Panzer Trackts 19-1: "Beute-Panzerkampfwagen - Czech, Polish, and French Tanks Captured from 1939 to 1940", T. L. Jentz, W. Regenberg, 2007, published by Panzer Tracts

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#long post #wwii #ww2 #tanks #polish tanks #7tp #wwii germany #wwii poland #if you notice any (gramatical) mistakes please tell me

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floridaboiler · 1 year ago

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Things I learned from the movies:

1. If being chased through town, you can usually take cover in a passing St Patrick's Day parade - at any time of the year.

2. All beds have special L-shaped top sheets that reach up to armpit level on a woman but only waist level on the man lying beside her.

3. All grocery shopping bags contain at least one stick of French bread.

4. Once applied, lipstick will never rub off - even while scuba diving.

5. The ventilation system of any building is a perfect hiding place. No one will ever think of looking for you in there and you can travel to any other part of the building without difficulty.

6. Should you wish to pass yourself off as a German officer, it will not be necessary to speak the language. A German accent will do.

7. The Eiffel Tower can be seen from any window of any building in Paris.

8. A man will show no pain while taking the most ferocious beating but will wince when a woman tries to clean his wounds.

9. When paying for a taxi, never look at your wallet as you take out a note - just grab one at random and hand it over. It will always be the exact fare.

10. If you lose a hand, it will cause the stump of your arm to grow by 15cm.

11. Mothers routinely cook eggs, bacon and waffles for their family every morning, even though the husband and children never have time to eat them.

12. Cars and trucks that crash will almost always burst into flames.

13. A single match will be sufficient to light up a room the size of a football stadium.

14. Medieval peasants had perfect teeth.

15. All single women have a cat.

16. Any person waking from a nightmare will sit bolt upright and pant.

17. One man shooting at 20 men has a better chance of killing them all than 20 men firing at one.

18. Creepy music coming from a graveyard should always be closely investigated.

19. Most people keep a scrapbook of newspaper cuttings - especially if any of their family or friends has died in a strange boating accident.

20. It does not matter if you are heavily outnumbered in a fight involved martial arts - your enemies will wait patiently to attack you one by one by dancing around in a threatening manner until you have knocked out their predecessor.

21. During a very emotional confrontation, instead of facing the person you are speaking to, it is customary to stand behind them and talk to their back.

22. When you turn out the light to go to bed, everything in your room will still be clearly visible, just slightly bluish.

23. Dogs always know who's bad and will naturally bark at them.

24. When they are alone, all foreigners prefer to speak English to each other.

25. Rather than wasting bullets, megalomaniacs prefer to kill their arch-enemies using complicated machinery involving fuses, pulley systems, deadly gases, lasers and man eating sharks that will allow their captives at least 20 minutes to escape.

26. Having a job of any kind will make all fathers forget their son's eighth birthday.

27. Many musical instruments - especially wind instruments and accordions - can be played without moving the fingers.

28. All bombs are fitted with electronic timing devices with large red readouts so you know exactly when they're going to go off.

29. It is always possible to park directly outside the building you are visiting.

30. A detective can only solve a case once he has been suspended from duty.

31. If you decide to start dancing in the street, everyone you bump into will know all the steps.

#movies #knowledge #humor

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beyblade-6-3 · 9 months ago

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Beyblade Metal Fury different skript

The original plot was a little disappointing for the big finish off the series. There was no evolvement for the Charakters, to many new introductions, no real arc, the villains were boring and the ending felt like a redesign of season 1. It had good ideas and wasn’t bad, but it could had been better.

While choosing different legendary bladders could have helped. I want to instead focus on 4 arcs. Which is Gingka, Ryuga, Ryo ( Gingka Dad ) and the villains.

The main villain team should start wich two siblings. Rago and his sister, who want to destroy the concept of beyblading itself. Not the world. They have to live on it so it made no sense to destroy the earth but destroying the sport could be understandable and be more personal for people like Gingka. Since Nemesis is the goddess of Vengance it would be cool if the siblings have issues with how Beyblade defiance their sociaty. Maybe they were mistreated because there weren’t strong enough in the past and couldn’t understand why there value was linked to a bey. So now that they have power, they want to use it to destroy the popularity of beyblade and forbid it even.

This leads into Gingkas arc who has to decide what he wants to do in live and after a talk with his father ( who says beyblade is only a Hobby for him but understands what it means to Gingka ) chose to make beyblade not only his hobby but his career since he loves it this much and cant think of anything more fun than battling with Pegasus. When the villains show up and want to recruit not only will the opposite perspective of love and hate of battling clash. But Gingka gets a real reason to want to fight the villains instead of just fighting the next bad guy. In season 1 the battle with Ryuga was personal as well so i see no reason not to make it so again. As little extra the idea of the villains winning could give him flashbacks of losing Pegasus in season 1 and the fear of it happening again. And who he would be without Pegasus.

Ryuga would not be a legendary blader ( he doesn’t need extra power he has enough ( L drago is the only one made from the first meteor so he never shared the power of the cosmos, so why should ne need a star ) ). However he would be relevant because he can absorb the power of the star fragments so he could be a danger for the villains. Which decide to kidnapp him so he doesn’t interfere. They would not be stupid enough to send bladers but instead thinks like sleeping gas, like the original series did. The reason for this is because i want Ryuga to be forced into a situation to talk with the villains. His arc will evolve from having been the bad guy, learned from it and now teach others not to make the same mistake as him. His interaction with Rago ( and Rago relationship with Doji ) will remind him of his mistakes so he will try to talk Rago out of what he does. There we could learn why the siblings hate beyblade, because Rago actually Bilds a bond with Ryuga and talks to him. while Ryuga will be able to change Ragos mind this will not work for his sister.

She will be the true main villain. While Rago had Nemesis in the beginning. Once he started to change sides because of Ryuga. She starts to get angry at him for abandoning the cause. During the argumenting between them Rago gets enough and decides to destroy Nemesis. He damages the face bolt and his sister attacks his for it. During this she ecedently throws him of cliff ( like Doji did ). Know she has Nemesis and is completely losing it. She doesn’t want to be responsible for her brothers death so she blames Ryuga and the rest of the world. Promising to become the Emperess of Vengance, fitting for her bey Nemesis. Her first act of vengeance will be against Ryuga. He should lose the think he loves most just like she did.

Ryuga would see Rago die, losing his friend and someone he was able to understand and know Ragos crazy sister wants to hurt him. Since he is Ryuga he would be angry and not afraid but this will change because the girl will not go for him but to his bey. She will take L dragos face bolt to replace the broken one of nemesis before destroying the bey completely in front of Ryuga. Who for the first time in his live would be begging someone to stop. He is prideful but L drago is his live, destroying it ( without a change to fight ) would destroy him. Also to start her new live she decides to take Ryugas crown because „he doesn’t need it anymore right.“ . This shows us the dark desendence of our main villain.

During the first fight with Nemesis the gang loses and Nemesis gets all the star fragments. Gingka and the gang reconise the crown and ask what happened to Ryuga. She tells them and during the mountain collapse they get Ryuga out. Ryuga and Gingka have a talk which ignites Gingkas fear because Ryuga was the strongest of them and know he has no bey anymore, the same could happen to him again. He try’s to chear Ryuga up but there are no Prototyps for L drago. Gingka feels for Ryuga and understands that Ryugas bond is even stronger to L Drago than his is to Pegasus. He is angry and wants to make Nemesis pay for it.

While the legendary blader train Ryuga spends time with Rago and Hikaru. They all talk with Hikaru getting over her fear of Ryuga and them bonding over the lost of battling. The same goes for Ryo who forgives Ryuga for nearly killing him and know try’s to help him.

The last battle happens like the anime except, it is still only about destroying part of the world to ruin beyblade. The battle doesn’t go well for Gingka since the golden power cant get into Nemesis core. But Ryuga shows up and tells Gingka that L Drago still exist inside nemesis, so if he gives all of his power to Nemesis. Ryuga can make L Drago absorb it and destroy nemesis from the inside. Medoka warns him that that losing all power could destroy Pegasus like the first time happened. Gingka says he has to try even if it could destroy Pegasus since he cant let beyblade go down, even if he cant be a part of it anymore. When Galaxy Nova happens during the impact the golden power leaves Gingka and goes into the black dragon, who starts to crumble and turn red ( ones Ryuga screams Ldrago ) from the inside and collapse. Only Pegasus in his blue power flys on into the monster and with Gingka screaming destroys it.

During the silence Ryuga goes to the dissolving bey of nemesis and sees L Drago face bolt still there glowing golden and than the bey fixing itself into golden L dragon from the internet. He is happy and thankful that Gingka brought back L dragon. He looks for him and we see Gingka stand before a Pegasus whose wings are torn. Pegasus is about to dissolve but Gingka stops him. Pleading for Pegaus to not leave him behind. Even if he is broken he can stay and they can heal together. He doesn’t have to be the strongest as long as he can still have his friends by his side. This includes Pegasus. Pegasus decides to stay.

After a black screen we see flashbacks of what everyone is doing know. Kyoya won against all legendary bladers except gingka and ryuga . Hikaru battles again. Ryuga became part of the WBBA like Tsubasa ( as his partner ). And the last flashback is Ryo giving burn fireblaze to Gingka. Saying that as a father he will make sure Ginkas dream becomes true. That he is no longer the immortal phoenix because its wings will become part of Pegasus. Helping him getting reborn. That that will not fix Pegasus but gives him the ability to fly again.

The flashbacks end and we see Ryo in the watching launch with Ryuga, tsubasa and Hikaru. Watching Gingka battle Kyoya. Kyoya summons Leon and Gingka summons Pegasus. Who know has blue and red wings. The clash end the season.

This version gives an end to plot points who were never probably addressed. Ryo near death and abandoning of Gingka. Hikaru fear. Gingka lose of Pegasus and how the future of the characters could look like. The character developments are much stronger. Ryo becoming a better father. Gingka actually having any development and Ryuga not regressing but evolving more, into a mentor like being. Even the villain gets more personal and attacks our heroes directly throw ideas and possible outcomes. The destroying of L drago not throw battle but because of unfair circumstances makes us hate the character instead of hating the plot point in general. Leaving her defeat more satisfactory. Starting with Rago as son of hades ( who is not a evil god ) and ending with a girl for the partner of nemesis ( who is a goddess of rightful vengeance ) and twist it into her believing her vengeance is right by blaming everyone else is more fitting than the original idea of having our final villain just being evil because of it.

Beyblade is not emotional but season 1 and 2 had good points, with tsubasa dark side, Gingka lose of Ryo, Ryuga character growd. So evolving those concepts should be possible. The amount of violence and death is the same as the original.

This version is only a possible different story, not perfect but i find it more satisfactory.

#beyblade #ryuga #gingka hagane #eigener eintrag

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airkewld · 1 year ago

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My Ultimate Plan | Airkewld | 1957 Beetle on a 1971 Chassis | Patrick

Client's Vision - 57 Beetle on a 71 IRS PAN What kind of wheels do you want to run?:15” Suspension Choice:Static - Set it and forget it Stopping Power: Disc Brakes - Self Adjusting Driving Style:Performance - More controlled, better handling, let's burn some rubber Ideal Engine: Performance - More Power, more torque, I want to have the ability to get out of my own way. Stance: classic rake lower in the front, almost stock height in rear, wide tires front and back on titanio Venus wheels, discs on all 4 corners, daily driver mostly, ideal engine is fuel injection, 1776-2017cc, freeway flyer transmission

Wheel Link - https://vwispwest.com/titanio-venus-15-x-5-5-wheel-r1128/

PRO's Plan for Patrick - If you go with he 15x5.5 wheel options they will come with a +15 or 3.84" backspacing up front, you would need a 5" Ultimate or PRObuilt Beam with shock towers for a performance build or a 6" shockless for a cruiser build. 165-60-15 tires up front. This is due to the Chassis swap you have and that makes the suspension platform 2" wider than your original 57 was. I think you would need to go with the same wheels in the rear but with an obviously taller wider tire. 205-65-15 tires in the rear.

As it would ship to the client for FREE in the lower 48 states, it would come with the following:

Stage 1 PRObuilt Beam complete assembled with sport shocks, drop spindles that is narrowed to spec to fit the wheels and the stance the client is looking for and GEN 2 BAD Series Brakes are installed in a Wide 5x205mm bolt pattern and outfitted with 4 piston grey Wilwood calipers. This will give him the stopping power he wants, the stance he is after and ability to give him the best user experience possible. In the rear, we went with an eBrake style NON Wilwood caliper and the Wide 5 GEN 2 IRS BAD Series Brakes couple with adjusting the torsion's to fine tune his ride height and installing a set of rear shocks and Stainless Steel hardware.

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ms-unfortunate24 · 1 year ago

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Is that all you got? (Keegan Russ x Reader pt.4)

Warnings: Slight Angst and cursing

Reader Inserts: Y/N= Your name, Y/L= Your last name, Y/CN= your code name, Y/H= your hair, Y/HC= your hair color, E/C= Eye color, H/S= Hair Style, N/N= Nickname.

Prompt: Keegan isn’t very talkative nor is he known, he’s a ghost literally.. He has his eyes on someone specific that he’s sure doesn’t notice him but what if they do? (The reader is Kick’s partner)

The Argument pt. 1 (text is too long?)

After the mission, you and Keegan were immediately exfiled and sent off to help the others. While in the helo, you rummage around the portable armory. "A DDOS system?" You questioned as you picked up the small device and quickly added it to your bag. Your eyes wandered off to what Keegan was doing, which didn't look like much. Until you saw it was a report on you, "Hey, what's that?" You asked, slowly inching yourself closer to Keegan. "Report on my new partner." He replied sounding as blunt as possible. "How come I don't have one of those?" You genuinely questioned as you read the first sentence of the report, Keegan slaps the report closed and darts his eyes at you. "You don't have one because there's nothing to complain about." He hissed out, "Sure there is, there's a lot actually." You snapped back, "Oh yeah? Name some Y/CN, I'd LOVE to hear it" Keegan said sounding a little irritated, not knowing why he had the sudden urge to be all aggressive you quickly matched his energy. "Let's see, bad at communication, disappears without telling his partner, oh and uh hmmm... A huge jerk," you responded, trying to sound as calm as possible just to tip him more off the edge. After that, Keegan scoffed and started to ignore your existence, to be fair, he did start it by making a smart-ass comment. The rest of the ride was quiet and tense, Keegan sitting on the opposite side of the helo suddenly decided that the window was more important than the report and anything revolving around you. After an hour of this horrible silence, you both made it to the target destination when Keegan suddenly bolted up and immediately got into position in a panic. Following him and grabbing your sniper and gun, you laid out into position next to him as the helo left for reinforcements. After setting up your sniper you saw something horrific through the scope, a gun being pointed to Hesh's head, and Elias is nowhere to be seen. Keegan wasted no time and sniped the armored man who dared to raise a gun at his teammate. You followed through with a secondary shot to that same guy's head which gave your team enough time to get up and fend for themselves. You both helped out Hesh, Logan, and Merrick by sniping the enemies to your best abilities. "Keegan, Y/CN. We're up and moving. Get here as soon as possible" Hesh instructed through the communicator, "Check, we'll meet you in the kitchen" Keegan says before picking up and heading downstairs, he didn't even think to wait for you. Soon after you caught up with him, you shot him a nasty glare to which he responded with a scoff. You heard gunshots going off at the other side of the building meaning the rest of the team already ran into some tangos, Keegan quietly took out each guy with almost no problem... Almost. A guy noticed him right before he was about to take him out, he elbowed Keegan and raised his gun to shoot, without thinking you shot your gun, which killed the man but revealed your position. "Are you fucking kidding me?!" Keegan shouted, "What? Wait so this is my fault?" Keegan paced around seeming pissed, he didn't answer. "Okay so let me get this straight, I was supposed to let him dome you in the fucking head?!" You said in response to his silence. You both hear footsteps, your heart began to pound as you were both in the open, Keegan grabbed you by your plated vest and lead the two of you into a cramped closet. The footsteps got closer and then reached inside the room, "Search high, Search low, just find those stupid ghosts NOW" one of them ordered. Keegan looked at you, his eyes finally saying something instead of being an endless void. You couldn't tell what his eyes were saying but it pained your heart to see it, they looked hurt, maybe sorry? It's hard to tell. You readied your gun and hoped for the best, you mouthed a "good luck" to your masked partner, who nodded and got his weapon ready. As a soldier neared the closet lady luck hit you both, "Got something going towards the kitchen," one soldier said. "Then what the hell are we doing standing here? MOVE!" the one soldier in charge....

#call of duty ghosts #keegan p russ #keegan x reader #call of duty #keegan russ #keegan russ x reader #kick call of duty ghosts #keegan russ smut

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eyeofnewtblog · 2 months ago

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Things that happen at work:

I taught a middle school teacher how to change her own car battery this afternoon. It was super cute how involved she was, how many questions she had.

So, step by step, here is how you change a car battery.

1) Batteries are secured in place in some way, usually with a couple of metal pieces that bolt into the frame and keep the battery in place on the plate it sits on. You don’t have to fully remove these, you just need to get them loose enough that you can move them to the side and get the battery out. (Side note, if you have pretty nails or care about your cuticles AT ALL, wear literally any kind of rubber gloves…also wear clothes you don’t care about?)

2) disconnect the black/negative charge battery clamp

3) disconnect the red/positive battery clamp

4) pull the old battery out

5) put the new battery in

6) put the corrosion protection grease and felt terminals on the new battery terminals (corrosion grease guards metal, apply accordingly, slather with your heart)

7) put the clamp back on the red/positive side and tighten the bolts back up (remember if you accidentally loosened anything else up in the process of removing, tighten that up as well)

8) put the clamp back on the black/negative side and tighten the bolts back up (ask your self, is there anything else I loosened? Yes? Tighten it back up. Did you touch it at all at any point? Make sure it’s exactly how you left it…)

Slather whatever is left of the terminal protector grease over every metal part of the terminals, and you are done!

Keep in mind, the protective grease is there specifically to prevent corrosion, not stop it entirely. You should still check your batteries every other month or so (only when it’s really dry out, if it’s wet but warm check your battery once a month, if it’s wet and cold as fuck check the battery once every other week)

Also, if you buy a new battery from a retailer, keep an eye on your warranty. Some batteries (the most expensive) come with a three year warranty. The cheapest come with a 90 day warranty.

If you have $300 to $500 to shell out on a nice battery, it would absolutely be theft or some kind or warranty fraud to change out your nice expensive battery for a brand new one right before the warranty expires.

It would be especially morally heinous to the company if you did that on a weekend day during peak business traffic hours (ten am till closing basically, but aim for the late morning rush on Saturday if being overlooked is your priority, holy Jesus in a hand basket that line is horrifying in whole new ways?!,!)

Yah. Chew bubble gum and steal batteries legally. You’re just renewing your warranty, mmkay? (L

Be careful about how you go about this…because it is in fact heinous to a major corporation with a team of lawyers. You should realistically only be needing a battery every four to six years, which is why the warranty cuts out at three. So don’t come in the last month of your warranty…come in two or three months early and have the ability to blame weather (extreme heat or extreme cold) in order to get a warranty swap.

Pay attention to your warranty.

#things that happen at work #pay attention to your warranty’s #how to steal from big companies on the down low #it’s obviously not okay to steal #eat the rich

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missathlete31 · 2 years ago

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Dead On Your Feet- Chapter 6

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Summary: An AU in which Hangman is team leader and takes the missile to save Rooster, yet Bradley comes back to save Hangman as well. As he struggles to get himself and his teammate home, Jake is pushed to his limits in more ways than even he anticipated.

Chapter 6 Summary: Jake and Bradley’s issues finally reach a boiling point and hidden truths are finally revealed.

Jake wakes up to the feeling of someone's arms around him. Normally he wouldn't be so alarmed but the hands are clearly masculine and that is not quite something the blonde expected. He doesn't open his eyes right away, afraid to give up any ground until he better observes the situation but then the sound of low humming reaches his ears. It's the tune to Goodness Gracious Great Balls of Fire, the number one and really only decent song in Rooster's repertoire. It's not particularly loud humming, but it is rather soothing. The vibrations of the notes brings down Jake's anxiety as the man slowly reacquaints himself with his reality.

Green eyes peak open, seeing nothing but white snowy landscape all around. It takes a moment, perhaps a disconcerting amount longer, before the memories of his trying day flash back to Hangman's mind. He remembers being shot down, his jet crashing to the ground, his ribs giving a rather timely pulse of pain just in case he dared to forget. Jake remembers seeing Rooster eject, his desperate campaign through the woods to find the other pilot and their narrow escape from the helicopter. He recalls falling unconscious during that escapade, forcing Bradshaw to save both their lives despite his injuries. Hangman hopes he made up for it in this last exploit, considering he stepped in front of a goddamn wolf for the mustached man. His arm throbbing at the memory.

Jake's mind flashes back to the aftermath of the attack, when he let his guard down for once and allowed Bradley to see his vulnerability. He knows he cried a little, (okay maybe a lot) but instead of being shunned like he was afraid of, Rooster instead chose to hold him. Chose to still hold him as Jake sneaks a look upwards. Bradley's eyes are scanning his surroundings, not yet noticing his partner is awake, but protecting them both all the same.

Jake can't help the flash of gratitude that surges through him. He isn't one to break like this, especially in front of someone he deemed a rival for the better part of ten years. Call him stubborn but Hangman has spent his entire life refusing to show limitations, refusing to give anyone any weak spot that they could later exploit or hold over him. He knows his parents could be thanked for that but he himself is not blameless. Jake acknowledges that he doesn't make it easy for people to want to help him or even to care about him enough to urge him to open up. He's an asshole, all things considering, and while it may have started as a defense mechanism, Hangman hasn't exactly tried to taper it down as the years went on either.

Yet all that seems pretty stupid in the face of his wingman literally holding him together while he rests.

It's comforting, far more than Hangman would dare admit, but it's also bordering on awkward now that the younger man is awake. He shuffles slightly, not exactly moving from his spot but stirring enough to alert Rooster that he is conscious once more. Jake is rewarded with a harsh intake of breath and two very concerned brown eyes staring down at him.

“Hey” Bradley’s voice is soft but cautious, his hands still staying as a steadying presence around Jake, though his grip loosens in case the blonde wants to bolt, “you with me?”

Hangman nods, swallowing roughly and testing his voice. “How l-long was I out?” he asks, groggily but fairly firm all things considering.

“Not too long” Rooster looks like he wants to say more but he lets them work at Jake’s speed. Considering the resurgence of ailments that seem to come alight with pain now that the blonde is awake, that pace is slow. Jake licks his lips, the taste of blood still there, “the wolf-“

“Hasn’t come back” the brunette replies dutifully, “and no soldiers either.”

Jake nods in acknowledgment as he shimmies awkwardly out of Bradshaw’s lap, a faint blush on his cheeks at the sheer intimacy of the position. If roles were reversed Hangman knows he would have shot out half a dozen insults and barbs about copping feels and buying him dinner first, but Rooster has always been a nicer man than him and sagely keeps his mouth shut during the process.

When Jake's back on the cold ground himself, he can't help the shiver that courses over his skin. Besides being a decent pillow, Bradshaw was a good buffer of the wind, and now once more the smaller pilot is exposed to all the hardships of their environment. Jake trembles again subconsciously, but manages to find his resolve. "We should get moving again" he announces, as though they merely stopped for a quick lunch instead of being attacked by a wild animal, "we're losing daylight."

Both men naturally turn to the sky, noticing the sun's descent to the horizon. They have a few hours, as far as they can gauge, but they are injured and slow, so they can't afford to hang around much longer if they hope to reach that base before nightfall. Just the thought of wondering the woods alone in darkness brings goose bumps to Jake's skin, the image of hungry eyes stalking them no doubt going to be nightmare fuel for the rest of the blonde's days.

Bradley's borderline pouting next to him, his bottom lip jutting out as though he is dying to say something but still he remains quiet. When Jake moves to lift himself up, hoping to get away with just using his good arm but teetering too much that he is forced to use his right, Bradshaw grimaces at the blonde's audible moan. Yet besides the blonde's huffs of pained grunts the duo stays silent until Jake turns around to offer Rooster his hand. The brunette stares at it for too long a moment, and Jake feels his patience running thin, "ya comin' or ya waitin' for a written invitation" he drawls, the accent he usually tries so hard to hide coming out in force.

More than used to Hangman's bite, Bradley just shakes his head like a disappointed parent, "how are you even standing right now?" he asked softly.

"What?"

"You were attacked by a freaking wolf Jake, can we take a moment" he scoffs irritatingly, "-can you take a moment?"

"I took one" the blonde argues, "but now we need to go. It's stupid and dangerous to sit out here with no protection." He throws out his good arm again but still Rooster makes no move to take it. "Bradshaw" he grumbles, giving the limb a little shake for emphasis, "let's go before we get ambushed."

Bradley scowls, frown lines as firm as his body is on staying on the uneven terrain, "I think we need to talk about a few things before we start skipping through the woods once more, don't you think?"

Jake rolls his eyes in exasperation, “We didn’t talk enough about our feelings before?” he asks sarcastically. “We had a cuddle session for Christ’s sake Rooster, I think we’re good-“

"Are you good?"

Jake flinches back slightly at the sharpness of the other man's tone. He hopes it was indecipherable but the narrowing of Bradley's brown eyes and the battle of smugness and concern conflicting on the other man's face tells Jake he wasn't as subtle as he hoped. The blonde sighs before shrugging, the movement of his shoulders about the only thing he can shift without pain at this moment. He should heed his wingman's words, take a moment to catalogue his injuries, to share them with his partner but that's not Hangman. It might not even be Jake. But right now, to survive, to save Bradley, he needs to be the ruthless, cold-hearted bastard that he has perfected for a decade. He needs to put on the show. He puts on a lazy smirk, calling up his usual cockiness, "I'm good Rooster," he tells the man, "I'm very good-"

"I don't need the damn tagline" Bradshaw smacks the blonde's hand away, choosing to get himself standing without anyone's help. He's angry, visible so, as the rage rolls off him in waves. Jake knows he shouldn't be surprised that he reduced his caring and concerned teammate into being pissed at him once more but it still stings; especially when Rooster is hardheaded enough to try to hobble on his bum appendage than to take Hangman's support. "What are you doing? You can barely walk" Jake chides, grabbing Bradley's arm and flinging it over his own shoulder, "don't be an idiot."

"Yeah because you corner the market on that, right?"

He ignores the taunt for teamwork's sake, shifting Bradley back into their position from before and tries to get momentum enough on his own to start their walking. Jake's not sure what's colder, the weather around them or Rooster's glares, but fortunately for Jake the older man acquiesces and finally helps maneuver them forward. When they trip over a log half buried in the blinding white snow, Jake can't stop the moan of pain from the shuffling, earning him a scoff of annoyance from his teammate. He meets Bradley's eyes and just sees a challenge, a battle he's not ready and certainly not strong enough to fight, so Jake just moves forward once again, their destination the only thing on his mind.

It’s far from easy but eventually the two battered and injured pilots make it to the destroyed airfield. It's not hard to find, plums of smoke still wispy and almost playful in the sky acting like a homing beacon but there is still an undeniable feeling of relief when the shattered and burning buildings come into view.

The two Americans are also feeling fairly shattered.

Bradley breathes like a pug puppy, all harsh and heavy breaths as he leans more and more of his weight on his wingman. Meanwhile Jake can barely get oxygen at all, the pain in his sternum pulsing in rhythm with his heart and making tears cling to his eyelashes. When they stumbled to a snow bank overlooking the enemy’s post, Jake drops Rooster unceremoniously to the ground and curls up with his head pressed into the snow. He hears Bradshaw’s hiss as he shifts closer before there is a tentative hand on Hangman’s spine.

“Seresin?” Bradley sounds hesitant, but his hand doesn’t move, “You alright?”

“Y-Yes-“ the blonde’s voice is breathy and high pitch, convincing to no one, especially not Rooster. His need to be believed though, by not only his partner but also himself has Jake continuing to open his mouth to spew his lies, “I’m too good to be true” he muffles as he holds in a groan.

“Your head is buried in the snow right now,” Rooster snaps from Jake’s side, a bit harsher than originally intended, “so why don’t you cut the Hangman show.”

It’s the burns” Jake fabricates instead, his face still hidden as he wills himself not to cry as a particular sharp burst of pain flashes in his gut, “trying to soothe them before they start to scar.”

“Jake-“

“Just give me a minute Bradshaw.”

Bradley does, as he removes his hand and any sort of comfort to the younger pilot. The brunette shimmies backwards on his butt and turns back towards the bombed tarmac and buildings and watches foe soldiers as they hustle around the area. Next to him Jake takes a few slow and light breaths, testing himself and his tolerance level before he can remove himself from his makeshift hiding space and get back to the world. When he finally emerges, Bradley only looks at him with sad eyes before turning back to his recon.

Hangman joins his teammate, shifting carefully to peak over the snow bank and watch the happenings from down below. He and Rooster sit in silence, the tension thick and foreboding as it settles in the space between them. It feels as though there is a battle of wills being fought and Jake is not sure he’s up for the fight. Fortunately Bradley concedes and clears his throat. “We uh- shit, we really bombed the shit out of them” he mumbles, gesturing with a nod to the smoldering ruins of multiple aircraft hangars and runways.

“How eloquent” Hangman whispers, taking the proverbial life raft of Bradshaw’s conversation and using it as an insult point like he’s mastered over the years, “you really are a wordsmith.”

Bradley gives an un-amused look over to the blonde before rolling his eyes with a huff, “screw you" he grumbles.

“Fantasize about screwing me later Hemingway” Jake’s eyes are on the damage around them, taking in a partially demolished barrack that most of the enemy soldiers seemed to be focused on. There is a hangar at the other end that looks fairly untouched though it houses a F-14 that’s older than Rooster. It's not ideal but it will have to do. Jake nods his head towards the jet that while old, looks to be the only one that might have a chance at being fit to operate, “we need to get down there” he informs out loud.

Bradshaw’s eyes are still looking at their adversaries, no doubt calculating the risk of any sort of stealth operation, “we will be too exposed if we go now, we should wait for nightfall.”

“Nightfall?” Hangman’s head shakes in obvious disagreement, “no we still have about an hour until that" he motions up at the purple and reds of the winter sunset above them, "if they send any sort of patrol out they will stumble right into us-"

“So let’s go back to the trees-”

Again Jake shares his disapproval, but this time with a shudder that he doesn't even attempt to hide, "I'm not sitting back in the trees in the dark."

Bradshaw huffs, his breath showing in the cold air, "Well how do you expect to get to one of those hangars without getting caught?" he asks, eyes narrowed.

"You said it yourself, we bombed the shit out of the whole thing-"

"Yeah and?" the exasperation is dripping from Rooster's tone, "You want to gloat about it to them once we get captured?"

Jake rolls his eyes and waves his hand dismissively, still eyeing the area with a critical eye, "No one is getting captured."

"Do you not see all these people? They are going to spot us in a second."

"No they won't, they won't even notice us-"

"We don't exactly blend in" Bradley reminds, motioning towards their clearly American flight suits.

Hangman turns back to the other pilot, sizing him up, "Yeah I mean you don't with your 70's pornstache but if you don't act suspicious no one will notice."

Bradshaw speaks with the heavy vexing that he usually dedicates to Hangman, "That's easy for you to say" he begins teasingly, "you fit right in, looking like a villain," he motions to Jake's blonde hair and un-amused face. "It's your default setting."

It was Jake's turn to glare, "nice, now come on" he gives a tug to Rooster's arm but the brunette holds back, "Jake wait a minute, I was serious before -"

"So am I. I'm not sitting out in the snow for the rest of my life Bradshaw, now let's move."

"But-"

"Oh my God" Hangman moans dramatically, "Can you stop being typical Rooster for once? I know you never wants to leave your perch but this is ridiculous, we can't stay here.”

“Oh well excuse me” Bradley cracks back, his eyes flashing with brutality, “for trying to think this all through.”

“If we wait for you to stop thinking, we’ll be frozen to death."

“And if we jump in there with no plan, we will be shot to death.”

“I have a plan” Jake immediately counters, his tone defensive and he hates himself for sounding a bit whiny, “and if you would just listen-“

“Oh now I’m supposed to listen?” Bradley turns completely now, facing Jake head on and with a deathly glare, “You going to be forthcoming with this plan Hangman or you going to lie and play your stupid games?"

The blonde pilot huffed, “Fuck off Bradshaw, now’s not the time for a pissing contest-“

"I'm serious" Rooster's voice is getting louder but neither man seems too concern as they face off against each other. "You have been lying to me all afternoon Seresin, and I'm sick of it. You need to be honest."

"I have been honest!" Jake opens his arms out as though displaying his claim, "do you not remember me huddling into you before talking about going home?"

Bradley shakes his head, "We both want to go home, that's not any secret" he motions right to Jake's abdomen, as though he has a built in x-ray scanner that tells him exactly where all of the blonde's pain is coming from, "How are your ribs Jake? Still fine like you think you’re convincing yourself to believe?”

“How do you-“

“Don’t” Bradley warns, brown eyes flashing, “I’m not stupid, okay? That’s how.”

“They are just a little banged up" Jake hates himself for lying but he just can’t do it. 30 years of self-preservation was thrown out the window when he saved Rooster but he can’t throw away all his habits in one day. He will still protect himself from other’s leaving, will still lie and act and sell himself as the whole package if only to show others that they need him more than he needs them. If Jake tells Bradley the truth the other man could leave him; alone in the snow, inches from being spotted by an angry enemy. No, Jake needs to stay useful and helpful and therefore worth any effort people make to be around him.

Rooster is clearly not convinced, “You can barely breathe man, come on."

“Because they are sore but it’s manageable."

"Manageable?" The sarcasm Jake usually hides behind must be catching from the way it launches from Bradley's mouth, "you want to stage an assault on an undetermined amount of enemies and I'm just supposed to smile and nod when you tell me that despite crashing your plane, running through the woods, getting landed on by a freaking wolf and lugging me for miles, your ribs are only sore-"

"Well you're right, lugging your fat ass didn't help-"

"THIS ISN'T A JOKE!" Jake flinches but so does Bradley, the pair turning back to see if the outburst drew the attention of the other soldiers. Thankfully pulling out injured comrades and finding the bottom of the pile of debris seems to have distracted them enough and made enough noise for the two Americans not to be heard. Jake is still pissed though, "will you shut your mouth before they catch us and we both get a bullet to brain to go with my sore ribs."

“I just want you to stop lying to me" Bradshaw pushes again, desperate now, "you have to stop pretending. I didn't run away the last time and I won't now. Please" he all but begs, "talk to me."

Jake stares for a moment, sizing up everything. It hurts, maybe more than his actual injuries do, but he slowly inclines his chin down and shuts his eyes. It's easier being honest if he doesn't have to look at Bradshaw's angry mug, "They are bad" the younger man finally admits, "maybe fractured-"

"Yeah no shit, a wolf pounced on them-"

"Before the wolf" and Jake opens his green eyes enough to see Bradshaw's mouth hanging open. Bradley composes himself enough to close it for a moment before trying to talk again, "b-ahem- before the wolf..." he prompts when Jake looks unsure how to continue.

"The plane crash..." Hangman gesticulates dejectedly, "-did them no favors."

"What does that mean?"

"I threw up blood, still taste it in my mouth every so often."

"Jesus Seresin-"

"I can barely take a deep breath but-" Jake meets Bradley's eyes, "I didn't tell you because it doesn't matter. The only thing that does is getting home-"

"Well excuse me if I prefer you getting home alive and not in a pine box okay?" The older man blanches crestfallen at the disbelieving look on his wingman's face, "what?" he questions, "is it really that surprising?"

"No" Jake shrugs, embarrassment raising heat to his cheeks, "I just didn't know you cared so much."

Bradley gives a long suffering sigh, "Some of us have hearts Tin-man."

The blonde smirks, "another nickname?" he teases gently, still trying to see what ground the two are on.

"I don't think I can call you Hang-man anymore" Rooster concedes, "you certainly didn't leave me hanging today," when he sees the younger man looking self-conscious, he gives a light nudge to the man's good arm. "I mean it" Bradley reiterates, "you proved me wrong today. You proved your call-sign wrong. I'm sorry it took me so long to see it but I've been told I can be a little dense-"

"'A little'" the other man parroted in a disgruntled mumble, earning another poke, "hey" Jake cried in indignation.

"I may be dense but I also meant what I said after the wolf. We can get home Jake, together, if we just work as a team. That means being honest with me and yourself."

"I can try" Jake promises, and it seems to do because Bradshaw gives an acknowledging nod, "alright then Seresin, let's hear this plan."

Jake smiles, the first genuine one he's felt since this whole ordeal started. "Well listen on up Bradshaw" he speaks cockily, leaning forward to get ready to draw out the whole outline, "because it's quite genius if I say so myself."

"And there's that evil villain grin" Bradley laments but he leans in too, the two men ready to do whatever it takes to get the hell home. Because they will, the two of them decide, not even having to say the declaration out loud. They are getting back to their carrier, to their friends, to their families. They are getting home.

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