#r6 thermite

[shegetsburned]

for anyone who’s confused like me and need a better view of what’s going on with Rainbow, here’s every squad composition

Nighthaven : Kali (leader), Ace, Osa, Wamai, Aruni, Ela, Smoke, Finka, IQ, Pulse, Grim

Ghosteyes - Sneaky : Caveira (leader), Glaz, Valkyrie, Vigil, Zofia, Lesion, Nokk, Warden, Maverick, Mozzie, Iana, Zero, Flores, Solis

Wolfguard - Humanitarian : Doc (leader), Twitch, Montagne, Lion, Castle, Bandit, Frost, Ying, Clash, Nomad, Melusi, Thunderbird, Sens

Redhammer - Brute force : Thermite (leader), Fuze, Kapkan, Tachanka, Ash, Gridlock, Sledge, Goyo, Kaid, Thorn, Amaru, Oryx, Buck

Viperstrike - Support : Hibana (leader), Mute, Tatcher, Rook, Blitz, Jaeger, Capitao, Echo, Jackal, Mira, Dokkaebi, Maestro, Alibi, Azami, Brava

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[darkjakkus]

A Bit Of R6 #2 - Oryx, Basically...

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I did a redraw of a really old art piece, can y’all see improvements 🤭 2020 - 2023

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By the way Extraction existed

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My theory 🤔

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My interpretation of it

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Do you have any more R6S headcanons. Please 🙏🏻 I’ll take anything atp there’s nothing out there and yours have been sooo good 😘✨

Oral Headcanons: R6S Operator Edition

Doc, Lion, Maverick, Sam Fisher, Thermite

MDNI

W: Gn! Reader, Can be Read as AMAB or AFAB, Oral, Snowballing, Overstimulation, Breeding Kink, Wax play

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Doc

Man eats you out like you're the only thing he ever needs.

Loves the taste of you, of your skin, of the way you shake and moan under him.

Or on top of him. He doesn't care what position you're in, he wants to taste your skin and suck on it.

He loves to leave bite marks on the inner part of your thighs.

Loves it if you don't shave or wax. Something about body hair is attractive to him, so don't try to hide it.

Has such an amazing gag reflex.

He can be tongue deep in you and he's savoring and making sure you feel his tongue move inside you.

Pulls out all the tricks like pushing his fingers in and out from your hole, curling his fingers into you while he has you sit on his face or stand as he kneels below you.

Dont be afraid to pull on his hair or choke him. He loves the lack of oxygen and the pain.

Lion

He's such a pain slut he's begging you to finger his ass and pull on his hair.

Scratch his back as much as you can. He won't mind. He likes knowing that after this there will be traces of what you both did.

Also has an impeccable gag reflex. Fuck the back his throat or just ride him for however long, he's not letting you leave.

Likes to bite and leave hickeys.

Dudes pussy/cock drink and he'll start babbling about the most random shit.

Breeding kink king, he's always talking about getting you pregnant or you getting him pregnant.

Maverick

He knows his bear can sometimes be an issue when he's going down on a partner but he's thrilled that you don't mind it.

Cock/pussy drunk. His eyes roll back the more and more he spends eating you out.

Likes the smell of you, so if he stops moving his mouth or tongue, he's just enjoying the scent of you.

He's also a master at using his hands, rough but it works for fucking you.

His hands are rough and they feel good when he's rubbing your clit/jerking you off and fingering you open.

Nothing beats watching him lap up your cum from your sex and then licking his lips clean.

Likes wax play. He'll light a candle and let the wax drip down on your legs all to just watch you squirm.

Sam

Expert at oral.

Be it that his marriage didn't last, he and his ex wife always had some kinky sex and if you think age would affect that, you're wrong.

He eats you out like you're a full course meal.

Dont be filled by his age. He can still be rough or gentle.

I think because of his work he would lean more to wanting oral to be something relaxed rather than hasty or quick to finish.

He whispers sweet nothing to you as he laps his tongue over and over again.

He's always using his fingers to fuck you open while sucking on your sex.

The man sometimes bites you just to get your attention.

He likes eye contact, he needs you too at him as he eats you out.

Thermite

Man is a fiend for tasting you.

Nasty mf, loves snowballing and spitting on your sex just to go back down on you.

He's licking you, biting you, he wants you and everyone else on base to know that your his.

He's possessive and wants to mark his lover so that everyone knows he's the only one that can give you the best head.

He wishes you'd let him go down on you during field training or missions.

It's risky, but the danger mixed in with the adrenaline makes him hard and he wants to cum while tasting your skin.

Theres no getting him off of you. He wants to see you squirm and overwhelmed.

[clarke-mason]

i miss extraction thermite SO MUCH i will always remember him even tho ubisoft forgot about him smh

[shegetsburned]

Sledge : “We can’t go into this thing half-cocked. We’re not ready.”

Fuze : “I’m ready. Aren’t you guys ready?”

Buck : “Yeah, I guess.”

Gridlock : “Sort of.”

Fuze : “Exactly, we are full cock.”

Sledge : “Cocked. Not cock.”

Fuze : “Yes, cock.

Sledge : “Yes cock for you, no cock for me.”

Ash : “I need a drink-”

redhammer squad briefing

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[nouveaullo]

r6s doodles of my ‘mains’

i am the world’s stupidest thermite i fell off a roof today and got downed i was so embarrassed i played 20+ matches of snow brawl in a row to forget the pain

[eldritcmor]

Tournament of champions

Chapter 1

“What’s this?” John squinted at the Computer screen. An email from Laswell had been waiting for him today, something that actually required his attention if the subject line was anything to go by. He slowly mouthed the words of the email to himself, deciphering the code and language used. He pinched the bridge of his nose, letting out a sigh as he grabbed the phone on his desk. A soft click as the line connected near immediately after he dialed a long memorized number. “Really, Kate? What’s your play here?” “What’s wrong, John? Thought you, of all people, would be jumping at the gun for this one.” “We just got back, Laswell. Apologizes if we need a break.” “Good thing you’re not tackling this alone then, John.” John felt a prickle crawl down his spine. “Who else, Laswell?” “Relax, John. They’re trustworthy. Dug them up myself.” “Who, Kate?” John heard Laswell sigh. “Taskforce Dante and a PMC squad from S.H.C. Don't bother looking up that last one. They really don’t like it, besides they have a familiar player.” “Wilson and his group are familiar, Laswell. No PMCs Kate, you know this. Not after the Las Almas Incident.” “Not even for an old squad member?” John huffed a breath as he weighed his gut against his head. “Fine, but if this even shows one sign of going like Las Almas did, I’m kicking their head in myself.” “Agreed.”

Joseph jerked awake as the plane touched down. Gods, they should be used to this by now. Long plane rides weren’t exactly uncommon in their line of work but still, it sucked. They stretched as The plane taxied down the little runway, shoving Avery’s head off their shoulder. They glanced around the cabin realizing they were the only one awake at the moment. Well that needed to change. They still had a couple hours drive after this to the actual event grounds for this mission. Apparently a week of military games with some of the best in the business, sponsored by some of the biggest names to boot. Lots of eyes on this apparently. Not that Joseph cared at the moment, as they shook Avery awake. Avery jerked up and Joseph dodged the fist aimed for his throat. “Easy, Storm cloud. We just hit the gate. We’re officially in Greece.” Avery groaned as they waved Joseph off. Joseph nodded and went around the cabin waking the others. Dodging fists and sleepy mumbles in a variety of languages. After that, everything was mostly smooth as they gathered up their gear and disembarked. Joys of being partnered with one of the most damn secretive PMC’s, deep pockets and private travel.

Joseph jogged to keep up with O’Neil and Wilson’s longer strides. “So, who’s our contact? The brief said we weren’t the only two on this assignment.” “Some old friends of Avery’s. An SAS squad that works closely with Kate.” Wilson hummed as followed the signs to the exit. “SAS? We got a name for them?” “One Four One. That’s all Kate really gave us.” O’Neil paused. “Oh! I’m an idiot. We can ask Avery for information. Though it might be a few months out of date. Go grill Scott, Ferret.” Joseph grinned and nodded. Any excuse to go annoy their Pseudo Sibling is a good excuse. Joseph dropped back to Avery. “Hey Avery. I have questions.” Avery hummed as they kept pace with Joseph. “Who are the one four one?” Avery’s eyes widened before they relaxed as if realizing something. “British, SAS, and Legends in their own right. Why?” Joseph grinned, a feral thing. “Does that make you a legend too, storm cloud?” Avery immediately shook their head. “Nope.” Joseph briefly pouted as Avery didn’t take the bait. “Alright, so what makes them legends? Cause You worked with them before Six, surely you must know the truth better than some recruits.” Avery snorted. “I was just a recruit myself. Don't know why in the fuck I ended up in their squad. History aside, there’s four main members. Captain Price, Lieutenant Riley, Sergeant Garrick, and Sergeant MacTavish. They run the same wheel house we do, though their missions are infamous for going fucking sideways.” Joseph raised an eyebrow. “Fucking sideways?” “You remember the clean up for Las almas, right?” “Yeah sure. We got quite a few new friends out of that.” Avery clicked their tongue. “Well guess who was heavily involved?” “No, no fucking way!” “Yup.” “Were you there for that?” Avery shook their head. “No, I was in hospice at the time.” Joseph made an ah noise. “The reason you left, I’m assuming.” Avery nodded. “Not doing any good from a hospital bed, Jo.” “Think We’ll meet them? At this weird tournament, I mean.” “It’s possible, but we’ll see.” Joseph nodded as they lapsed into silence.

Ghost leaned against the front of the SUV, a lit cigarette between his lips. Price had him on pick up duty. Something about needing some goddamn peace after the flight from London to Greece. Everyone else had grumbled their agreements. Ghost snuffed his cigarette under his boot as his target wandered out from the airport. A tired looking bunch of soldiers. Ghost pressed two fingers and whistled. A high shrill sound. The group’s heads all snapped to him and damn if it wasn't unnerving. He cursed as the group moved in his direction. There was a familiar face among them alright. Sergeant Scott. Someone who left without so much as a goodbye, and barely a word since then. Ghost wanted to be pissed, but right now he needed to at least put up a good front. “Lieutenant Riley of One Four One. I’m your pick up.” He held his hand for a shake to the man before him. The man smiled. “Captain Wilson of Dante, and this is Captain O’Neil of SH6.” The man gestured to his fellow captain who was overseeing getting everyone’s gear in the car. “Pleasure to meet you, Lieutenant.” Ghost mentally shivered. Captain Wilson’s accent was incredibly close to Graves and it did not bring back good memories. “Pleasure’s all mine, sir. We’re staying at a hotel nearby. We’ll be heading out to the actual location tomorrow, if that’s alright by you sir?”

Captain Wilson looked relieved. “That’s the best plan I’ve heard all day. I’m assuming The second SUV is also ours.” Ghost nodded. “Yes sir.” Captain Wilson nodded before turning to the others in his group. “Listen Up! We Got Two Vehicles! Split Up And Get Ready To move!” A chorus of “Yes Sir!” met Wilson’s shout. Ghost nodded as he slipped into the driver seat of his own vehicle. He barely paid attention when others piled in as he started the vehicle. Cursing up a blue streak when he turned and found Scott had taken the passenger seat. “Bloody Fuckin Hell! Storm!” Ghost hissed. Avery just raised an eyebrow. “Hey Lieutenant.” “Don’t “Hey!” Me Sergeant. Haven’t heard from you in a long time. Where the fuck have you been?” Avery shrugged. “I’m not a Sergeant anymore, Ghost. As for your question, around.” “Around? Around?! Avery Storm Scott! You vanish without so much as a goodbye and all you can say is around! And what do you mean you’re not a Sergeant anymore?” Ghost narrowed his eyes at Avery after his hissed exclamations. Avery shifted uncomfortably in their seat. “SHC functions a little differently, I’m technically a corporal now.” Avery sighed. “Look, Ghost. I felt like I was doing the right thing, alright? I wasn't exactly being useful from a hospital bed while you guys went through hell. I thought it would be better if I didn’t make a big deal out of leaving, okay?” Ghost pinched the bridge of his nose as he merged onto the highway leaving the airport. “Avery, Avery, Avery. We had just dug you out of the ground after weeks of torture. You weren’t useless. You were recovering.” Avery snorted. “I still stand by my decision to leave, Ghost.” “And I doubt anything I say would change your mind, so I’m not going to Avery.” Avery curled a little on themselves. “Does Price know?” Ghost hummed. “He knows we're working with a PMC and another Task-Force, Not who’s who. Which one are you playing for anyways?” “PMC.” Ghost nodded. “Are they good to you?” Avery nodded. “We were the clean up crew for Las Almas. Captain O’Neil swore up a blue streak when he saw the damage Philip had brought. We helped where we could.” “Good. Try not to get slapped at breakfast, Storm. Though expect to get Tackled by Johnny. He’s been worried about you.” Avery chuckled as the SUV pulled to stop in the hotel parking garage. “No guarantees Lieutenant.”

Taina flipped through the stack of papers handed in her hand. “Are we sure about this?” Her eyes flicked over to Jordan as he spoke. Harry sighed as he set his own list on his desk. “Yes, Trace. Rainbow can’t be everywhere at once. This is a good way to scout out new recruits and allies.” “But It also paints a huge target on our backs, Harry! Especially if we let the public in.” “It would draw attention even if we didn’t Jordan. An abandoned stadium suddenly being in active use. This way we control what they see.” Taina continued to flip through the list of names in her hand, ignoring the argument between Red hammer’s Captain and Six. Multiple Militaries, PMCs, and Specialized law enforcement agencies were attending this apparently, including but not limited to her own, BOPE. On the Surface, Harry was correct. Rainbow couldn’t be everywhere at once. But Jordan did bring up some very compelling points. This whole tournament of champions seemed like a poor way to handle it. Especially since Harry seemed dead set on televising it.

Taina huffed a breath as she looked closer at the roster of names, Three especially popping out to her. “Excuse me! Six, I have a question.” Taina hummed as Harry and Jordan’s heads snapped to her. They were barely inches from each other’s throats. Harry backed away first. “Yes, Caveira?” “Why are three of Laswell’s Squads involved with this?” “Laswell’s squads?” “Yes, Task-Force 141, Task-Force Dante, And SH6. One is responsible for the events at Las Almas. The other Two for the cover up of Las Almas.” Taina had lost a lot of good intel with the whole incident. El Sin Nombre might be considered small in the grand scheme of global drug rings but they were an incredibly powerful trafficking ring and well connected. “What’s your question, Cav?” Jordan hummed as he settled in his chair again. “Why are they participating in this event? This does not seem like them considering the events at Las Almas.” Harry Pushed his glasses up his nose. “They’re here as a peace offering. They will be participating in the events. Not in the deals that may take place around the events. Does that satisfy your curiosities, Caveira?” Taina hummed for a moment. “For now, sir.”

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Part 3 of me slowly turning every pathfinder op into a bird

I think this might be one of my favourite drawings of Sledge that I've done? I love drawing Sledge sm idek why.

Apologies to all the Glaz girlies I'm not quite happy with how he turned out, I think I might redraw this one at some point in the future.

(Sledge = White tailed eagle, Thermite = Pileated woodpecker, Glaz = Harris's Hawk)

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Thermite in Rainbow Six Siege: Year 8 Cinematic Trailer (×)

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