#military kin

[walking-in-blood]

It’s infuriating how prideful the men in my unit were—my husband (Lieutenant Rodrigo Gonzalez) was unfortunately quick to provoke, as well as Lieutenant Perez. Some of our best men died because of their petty bullshit, they stood out in the open, arguing before some gang members jumped them. Thank God I was with my Captain and the girl we rescued during that time. (While we were moving through Quarantine, one of them shot a gang member who broke into a house.)

I literally wanted to grab one of my men through the screen and knock some sense into him. Ugh…the curse of being the only female soldier in my unit.

—SGT Kira Paige

[randompolykin]

I was not chosen for a certain reason I was just next in line, and was in the right conditions to be used, so you took me, and I was out out into the world, since I was made, I had known my purpose.

My tire tracks rolled on the flat ground. The dark sky surrounded all around. I knew to keep going, for we were not yet there, and you were still up, showing me I was still supposed to be moving, the world breathed all around us, in a different way that you did, yet still much more fuller and cluttered then how I did.

As the sky grew lighter, you all started to awake, and you became different then each other, your souls carrying different baggage and your hearts filled with different wants, your complexity and ability to fight change in a way that changes you was something my machine mind could not understand. Yet your strange presence inside of me felt calming, like a balance. As some of you were bitter and full of hate and anger, others soft, scared, and full of a kindness they thought would be a good reason for coming here, so different, that it adds a balance to my walls. You are my family, and I shall protect you with my walls, you shall use me in the battle. For I am yours, and you might not realize, but your are also mine.

We get to the forest, and the battle draws near, you cover me in the forest, to hide me, therefore hiding you, I feel safer covered in leaves and moss and sticks, the forest is protecting me, as I protect you.

The battle comes, and I let you use me, I let myself be a calm in the storm.

And then it ends, and we either go home, tired, barely still working right, and slowly going back, or to another post, I may see you again, maybe never, I may be used like this again, or be taking apart and my pieces scattered, reborn into parts of other things.

Or maybe I am stuck here, maybe you are bleeding out, stuck dieing inside of me, and as I sallow you, the earth sallows me.

Or you escape, leaving me here to be consumed my the earth alone, along with the other machines. My metal digges into the earth, as the earth grabs me into it. The moss no longer keeping me hidden, but keeping me trapped. But it is alright. This is another stage of my existence. A time far away, the moss will cover us halfway, we and nature will be at a snug point, and people will find this place, hear the trees whisper of the battle once fought here, the names of the soldiers that died, and the ones that escaped. And we will whisper with it. They will stand before us, and take little pieces of us, for even though our original purpose is gone, we are still beautiful, wise, important things, for we are history now.

Maybe the earth will just consume us, and our stories only told in documents, maybe in history books, or stories of tragedy and glory told around their granddad's kitchen table.

Or maybe or story isn't just about the battle, and the humans in it. Maybe it's about us, and the forest.

Maybe it's about nature reclaiming us, the machines of war created my human and fellow machine hands, maybe it's about the graffiti they drew on us as they came by, maybe we became a reason for them to go out into the forest.

Maybe we are so many different stories in one. With so many different purposes.

[sgt-tombstone]

Simon Riley has never understood why military personnel get married so quickly

Logically, he understands; most soldiers move often and want their partners to be able to move with them, and getting married means living off base, which has benefits all of its own. But he’s never wanted or needed any of that. Johnny goes where he goes because they’re a team, and they both have everything they need on base. They’re perfectly happy right where they are, no rings or vows needed.

And then Johnny goes MIA, presumed KIA.

After the initial shock, the anxiety, the helplessness, the overwhelming urge to do something, anything, to get his Johnny back… There’s the Board of Inquiry, where the entire 141 essentially testifies about what happened leading up to Sergeant MacTavish’s disappearance, and he’s declared officially KIA.

His belongings have to be returned to his next of kin which… isn’t Simon. Because they were never married. Instead, he has to pick through his room, collecting the pieces of Johnny that he’d stockpiled over the years; his sketchbooks, his headphones, his extra identification tag. He boxes them up and gives them to Price to be shipped to Scotland, to Johnny’s real next of kin, and he aches with regret.

Because he suddenly understands.

Marriage wouldn’t have saved Johnny; nothing could’ve. But it could’ve kept Johnny close, could’ve preserved some of Johnny’s memory. Instead, his room is cleared and cleaned and filled with the next soldier, and Simon is left with nothing to remember the love of his life by.

He had never even bought a ring.

[walking-in-blood]

Fellow soldier (Army) here!!!—

Hey Dae-ho,

Ugh I’m so sorry. I haven’t seen your source yet (been planning on to for quite some time) but I can’t imagine what you’ve been through. While watching, I can’t believe your step dad said that. But I doubt your partner blames you because we all have to make tough decisions—remember that.

PTSD flashbacks from being on duty is certainly out of your control. You shouldn’t apologize for that. I hope the deaths weren’t in vein and I hope you will get the closure you deserve.

If you need to talk I’ll be here. I know how difficult our profession is.

Thank you for all that you did, Sir.

—SGT Kira Paige/Xian Mei

squid game 2 spoilers + vent

well, this kinshift is getting intense. i actually can’t help but feel guilty about not helping more in the season 2 finale. i watched my source with my parents and it didn’t help that my step dad said something like “you don’t abandon a partner when they need you” and i just... ouch. he doesn’t know i’m alterhuman, but that felt like a punch to my gut. sigh, being part of the marines isn’t all fun and games as people would think, and i know the ptsd flashback was out of my control, but i apologize regardless. i hope everything will work out in season 3 and the deaths weren’t in vain.

- dae-ho/player 388

[sunanthrope]

I personally believe in past lives, but I don't consider myself to be a spiritual therian

that being said. I had this dream that I still remember. very vivid, a recurring dream. I'm not sure if it was a past life memory or just a wish, just something part of my subconscious wants to have been.

Dream below cut, taken from multiple excerpts of pages of my dream journals:

I was a military dog. Extremely old, at the end of my rope. My handler was a vet too, and we retired together. An old man.

He took me to Christmas to meet his grandkids. I lied on the rug by the Christmas tree, in front of the fireplace. I could see my paws. The rug smelled like wine and pumpkin pie from Thanksgiving. My handler's grandchildren sat around me, petting me, while the adults talked. Scraps of wrapping paper lie around me, reflecting the light of the flames in the mantle. I sniffed one of those papers. It smelled like fruitcake on the fingers of little children.

I had never met these people, but they were home. I felt safe. I remember that, I felt safe. I felt proud, like I had done good in my life. Like I was a dog who truly lived up to the name of man's best friend.

I knew it was time, and I was okay with that. Somehow, someone noticed. I remember someone saying something about how it would be their luck to have a dog die on their carpet on Christmas. I couldn't be bothered. I don't think anyone liked that aunt anyway. She smelled rude.

One of the little girls started crying. I licked her hand while my handler went and got me a bowl of water. It was made of porcelain. The paintings on it still vary, but usually they're flowers, or some kind of Thanksgiving decorations. I drank the water while my handler explained to the children.

"Don't be sad," he said, "Chief is going to a better place. Maybe he'll come back as another living being."

Chief. In every version of this dream, it's always Chief. My name. My ears still perk when I hear it, even though I'm half deaf and going blind. The flames flicker. I finish drinking my water. The bowl still has some left in the bottom, but I'm not thirsty. I'm just tired.

The crying little girl hugs me around the neck. Maybe if I was a younger dog, I would have growled at her. But now, it's a welcome affection. Sometimes her name is Allie. Sometimes it's Anna. Always, she has pigtails.

My handler comes and sits beside me on the rug. He is an old man, and it will be hard for him to stand back up, but I'm not sure he minds. He smiles at me, but he smells sad.

I lie my head in his lap. As I close my eyes, he takes my paw into his hand.

When I open my eyes again, my hand is empty.

[hazyaltcare]

A summer camp aesthetic for a Gary "Roach" Sanderson kin.

Mod Haze (🛡Davyd)

[this-hopeless-war]

WHO AM I WHO AM I WHAT ARE YOU EVEN SAYING IM THE LOSER OF THE GAME YOU DIDNT KNOW YOU WERE PLAYING

[dollarstore-kins]

Undyne icons with a navy/army vibe requested by 🌊 Anon!!

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A kin influenced gender related to the military / being a veteran!

Requested by anon

Tagging: @radiomogai

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[windupaidoneus]

now some people may not like to hear it but even the worst people who exist are still people & there is no human being who has More right than others to decide whether others deserve to live or die (does not mean i personally condemn murder in self defense or anything of the sort or killing fascists or whatever i'm just saying as a baseline This Is How it Is) & this is why the death penalty is not a good thing no matter how good & trustworthy the people in any government might be. people on average also deserve the chance to learn to do better. & no, someone who's been forcefed propaganda their entire life will not let go of that deeply entrenched mindset so easily, it's not particularly unrealistic & it absolutely sucks to deal with but in the context of tangibly working toward world peace it's also not an issue to try & help such people both in material ways & in helping them learn better rather than cut them down or abandon them to a grim fate. all this to say that's why i don't think garlemald is written badly, as unpleasant as the experience might be. walks off the stage

[milflewis]

now that kyle is getting into top gun what are your thoughts on it 🎤🎤🎤

uh. *looks at my google doc with four unfinished top gun fics* yeah i’m so normal about these movies what of it

[walking-in-blood]

It seems as if zombies remember their lives which is so fascinating. (Reminds me of my TWD source) One police officer leaned against his cruiser, a girl was jump roping and children were playing once we arrived at Quarantine. It was…something I never imagined happening, the way they tried clinging to their humanity.

Apparently, there was a group of infected soldiers rounding people up for whatever reason.

Private Bernstein was kidnapped as well as an immune girl. We managed to find him/them before anything happened. General Smith revealed to my CO that those soldiers had willingly been infected. They wanted to try and “gain an advantage” against the zombies. Which didn’t quite work out as they hoped.

—SGT Kira Paige

[ageofxail]

Tfw a documentary constantly brings up something problematic about the subject but like. It’s literally irrelevant to the thesis. And there’s no way to complain about it without sounding awful.

[randompolykin]

funny how I hate war and fighting and think there are better ways to solve our problems but then I identify as a attack helicopter and a tank

[sunanthrope]

trolling zionists that come into my comments >>>>>>>>

[hazyaltcare]

An aesthetic for a Gary "Roach" Sanderson (Call of Duty) kin that has bug antennae: with themes of bugs (without any pictures of actual bugs), being nonverbal, and being a gremlin.

Mod Haze