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Writing Notes: Autopsy

Autopsy - dissection and examination of a dead body and its organs and structures.

The word autopsy is derived from the Greek autopsia, meaning “the act of seeing for oneself.”

Also known as: necropsy, postmortem, postmortem examination

Why is an autopsy done?

To determine the cause of death

When a suspicious or unexpected death occurs

To observe the effects of disease; when there's a public health concern, such as an outbreak with an undetermined cause

To establish the evolution and mechanisms of disease processes

When no doctor knows the deceased well enough to state a cause of death and to sign the death certificate

When the doctor, the family or legally responsible designee of the deceased person requests an autopsy

Who does the autopsy?

Autopsies ordered by the state can be done by a county coroner, who is not necessarily a doctor

A medical examiner who does an autopsy is a doctor, usually a pathologist

Clinical autopsies are always done by a pathologist

How is an autopsy done?

After the patient is pronounced dead by a physician, the body is wrapped in a sheet or shroud and transported to the morgue, where it is held in a refrigeration unit until the autopsy.

Autopsies are rarely performed at night.

Autopsy practice was largely developed in Germany, and an autopsy assistant is traditionally honored with the title "diener", which is German for "helper".

The prosector and diener wear fairly simple protective equipment, including scrub suits, gowns, gloves (typically two pair), shoe covers, and clear plastic face shields.

The body is identified and lawful consent obtained.

The procedure is done with respect and seriousness.

The prevailing mood in the autopsy room is curiosity, scientific interest, and pleasure at being able to find the truth and share it.

Most pathologists choose their specialty, at least in part, because they like finding the real answers.

Many autopsy services have a sign, "This is the place where death rejoices to help those who live." Usually it is written in Latin ("Hic locus est ubi mors gaudet succurrere vitae").

EXTERNAL EXAMINATION

The prosector checks to make sure that the body is that of the patient named on the permit by checking the toe tag or patient wristband ID.

The body is placed on the autopsy table.

Experienced dieners, even those of slight build, can transfer even obese bodies from the carriage to the table without assistance.

Since the comfort of the patient is no longer a consideration, this transfer is accomplished with what appears to the uninitiated a rather brutal combination of pulls and shoves, not unlike the way a thug might manhandle a mugging victim.

The body is measured.

Large facilities may have total-body scales, so that a weight can be obtained.

The autopsy table is a waist-high aluminum fixture that is plumbed for running water and has several faucets and spigots to facilitate washing away all the blood that is released during the procedure.

Older hospitals may still have porcelain or even marble tables.

The autopsy table is basically a slanted tray (for drainage) with raised edges (to keep blood and fluids from flowing onto the floor).

After the body is positioned, the diener places a "body block" under the patient's back. This rubber or plastic brick-like appliance causes the chest to protrude outward and the arms and neck to fall back, thus allowing the maximum exposure of the trunk for the incisions.

Abnormalities of the external body surfaces are then noted and described, either by talking into a voice recorder or making notes on a diagram and/or checklist.

OPENING THE TRUNK

The diener takes a large scalpel and makes the incision in the trunk. This is a Y-shaped incision. The arms of the Y extend from the front of each shoulder to the bottom end of the breast bone (called the xiphoid process of the sternum). In women, these incisions are diverted beneath the breasts, so the "Y" has curved, rather than straight, arms. The tail of the Y extends from the xiphoid process to the pubic bone and typically makes a slight deviation to avoid the umbilicus (navel). The incision is very deep, extending to the rib cage on the chest, and completely through the abdominal wall below that.

With the Y incision made, the next task is to peel the skin, muscle, and soft tissues off the chest wall. This is done with a scalpel. When complete, the chest flap is pulled upward over the patient's face, and the front of the rib cage and the strap muscles of the front of the neck lie exposed. Human muscle smells not unlike raw lamb meat in my opinion. At this point of the autopsy, the smells are otherwise very faint.

An electric saw or bone cutter (which looks a lot like curved pruning shears) is used to open the rib cage. One cut is made up each side of the front of the rib cage, so that the chest plate, consisting of the sternum and the ribs which connect to it, are no longer attached to the rest of the skeleton. The chest plate is pulled back and peeled off with a little help of the scalpel, which is used to dissect the adherent soft tissues stuck to the back of the chest plate. After the chest plate has been removed, the organs of the chest (heart and lungs) are exposed (the heart is actually covered by the pericardial sac).

Before disturbing the organs further, the prosector cuts open the pericardial sac, then the pulmonary artery where it exits the heart. He sticks his finger into the hole in the pulmonary artery and feels around for any thromboembolus (a blood clot which has dislodged from a vein elsewhere in the body, traveled through the heart to the pulmonary artery, lodged there, and caused sudden death. This is a common cause of death in hospitalized patients).

The abdomen is further opened by dissecting the abdominal muscle away from the bottom of the rib cage and diaphragm. The flaps of abdominal wall fall off to either side, and the abdominal organs are now exposed.

REMOVING THE ORGANS OF THE TRUNK

The most typical method of organ removal is called the "Rokitansky method." This is not unlike field dressing a deer. The dissection begins at the neck and proceeds downward, so that eventually all the organs of the trunk are removed from the body in one bloc.

The first thing the diener does is to identify the carotid and subclavian arteries in the neck and upper chest. He ties a long string to each and then cuts them off, so that the ties are left in the body. This allows the mortician to more easily find the arteries for injection of the embalming fluids.

A cut is them made above the larynx, detaching the larynx and esophagus from the pharynx. The larynx and trachea are then pulled downward, and the scalpel is used to free up the remainder of the chest organs from their attachment at the spine.

The diaphragm is cut away from the body wall, and the abdominal organs are pulled out and down.

Finally, all of the organs are attached to the body only by the pelvic ligaments, bladder, and rectum.

A single slash with the scalpel divides this connection, and all of the organs are now free in one block. The diener hands this organ bloc to the prosector. The prosector takes the organ bloc to a dissecting table (which is often mounted over the patient's legs) and dissects it. Meanwhile, the diener proceeds to remove the brain.

Another method is called Virchow method, which entails removing organs individually.

EXAMINATION OF THE ORGANS OF THE TRUNK

At the dissection table, the prosector typically dissects and isolates the esophagus from the rest of the chest organs. This is usually done simply by pulling it away without help of a blade (a technique called "blunt dissection"). The chest organs are then cut away from the abdominal organs and esophagus with scissors. The lungs are cut away from the heart and trachea and weighed, then sliced like loaves of bread into slices about one centimeter thick. A long (12" - 18"), sharp knife, called a "bread knife" is used for this.

The heart is weighed and opened along the pathway of normal blood flow using the bread knife or scissors. Old-time pathologists look down on prosectors who open the heart with scissors, rather than the bread knife, because, while the latter takes more skill and care, it is much faster and gives more attractive cut edges than when scissors are used. The coronary arteries are examined by making numerous crosscuts with a scalpel.

The larynx and trachea are opened longitudinally from the rear and the interior examined. The thyroid gland is dissected away from the trachea with scissors, weighed, and examined in thin slices. Sometimes the parathyroid glands are easy to find, other times impossible.

The bloc containing the abdominal organs is turned over so that the back side is up. The adrenal glands are located in the fatty tissue over the kidneys (they are sometimes difficult to find) and are removed, weighed, sliced, and examined by the prosector.

The liver is removed with scissors from the rest of the abdominal organs, weighed, sliced with a bread knife, and examined. The spleen is similarly treated.

The intestines are stripped from the mesentery using scissors (the wimpy method) or bread knife (macho method). The intestines are then opened over a sink under running water, so that all the feces and undigested food flow out. As one might imagine, this step is extremely malodorous. The resultant material in the sink smells like a pleasant combination of feces and vomitus. The internal (mucosal) surface of the bowel is washed off with water and examined. It is generally the diener's job to "run the gut," but usually a crusty, senior diener can intimidate a young first- year resident prosector into doing this ever-hated chore. Basically, whichever individual has the least effective steely glare of disdain is stuck with running the gut.

The stomach is then opened along its greater curvature. If the prosector is lucky, the patient will have not eaten solid food in a while. If not, the appearance of the contents of the stomach will assure the prosector that he will not be eating any stews or soups for a long time. In either case, the smell of gastric acid is unforgettable.

The pancreas is removed from the duodenum, weighed, sliced and examined. The duodenum is opened longitudinally, washed out, and examined internally. The esophagus is similarly treated.

The kidneys are removed, weighed, cut lengthwise in half, and examined. The urinary bladder is opened and examined internally. In the female patient, the ovaries are removed, cut in half, and examined. The uterus is opened along either side (bivalved) and examined. In the male, the testes are typically not removed if they are not enlarged. If it is necessary to remove them, they can be pulled up into the abdomen by traction on the spermatic cord, cut off, cut in half, and examined.

The aorta and its major abdominal/pelvic branches (the renal, celiac, mesenteric, and iliac arteries) are opened longitudinally and examined.

Most of the organs mentioned above are sampled for microscopic examination. Sections of the organs are cut with a bread knife or scalpel and placed in labeled plastic cassettes. Each section is the size of a postage stamp or smaller and optimally about three millimeters in thickness. The cassettes are placed in a small jar of formalin for fixation. They are then "processed" in a machine that overnight removes all the water from the specimens and replaces it with paraffin wax. Permanent microscopic sections (five microns, or one two-hundredth of a millimeter thick) can be cut from these paraffin sections, mounted on glass slides, stained, coverslipped, and examined microscopically. The permanent slides are usually kept indefinitely, but must be kept for twenty years minimum.

Additional small slices of the major organs are kept in a "save jar," typically a one-quart or one-pint jar filled with formalin. Labs keep the save jar for a variable length of time, but at least until the case is "signed out" (i.e., the final written report is prepared). Some labs keep the save jar for years. All tissues that are disposed of are done so by incineration.

A note on dissection technique: All of the above procedures are done with only four simple instruments -- a scalpel, the bread knife, scissors, and forceps (which most medical people call "pick-ups." Only scriptwriters say "forceps"). The more handy the prosector, the more he relies on the bread knife, sometimes making amazingly delicate cuts with this long, unwieldy-looking blade. The best prosectors are able to make every cut with one long slicing action. To saw back and forth with the blade leaves irregularities on the cut surface which are often distracting on specimen photographs. So the idea is to use an extremely sharp, long blade that can get through a 2000-gram liver in one graceful slice. Some old-time purist pathologists actually maintain their own bread knives themselves and let no one else use them. Such an individual typically carries it around in his briefcase in a leather sheath. This would make an excellent fiction device, which, to my knowledge, has not been used. Imagine a milquetoast pathologist defending himself from a late-night attacker in the lab, with one desperate but skillful slash of the bread knife almost cutting the assailant in half!

Note on the appearance of the autopsy suite: Toward the end of the autopsy procedure, the room is not a pretty sight. Prosectors vary markedly in how neat they keep the dissection area while doing the procedure. It is legendary that old-time pathologists were so neat that they'd perform the entire procedure in a tux (no apron) right before an evening at the opera (pathologists are noted for their love of classical music and fine art). Modern prosectors are not this neat. Usually, the autopsy table around the patient is covered with blood, and it is very difficult not to get some blood on the floor. We try to keep blood on the floor to a minimum, because this is a slippery substance that can lead to falls. The hanging meat scales used to weigh the organs are usually covered with or dripping with blood. The chalk that is used to write organ weights on the chalkboard is also smeared with blood, as may be the chalkboard itself. This is an especially unappetizing juxtaposition.

Another example using the Virchow method:

After the intestines are mobilized, they may be opened using special scissors.

Inspecting the brain often reveals surprises. A good pathologist takes some time to do this.

The pathologist examines the heart, and generally the first step following its removal is sectioning the coronary arteries that supply the heart with blood. There is often disease here, even in people who believed their hearts were normal.

After any organ is removed, the pathologist will save a section in preservative solution. Of course, if something looks abnormal, the pathologist will probably save more. The rest of the organ goes into a biohazard bag, which is supported by a large plastic container.

The pathologist weighs the major solid organs (heart, lungs, brain, kidneys, liver, spleen, sometimes others) on a grocer's scale.

The smaller organs (thyroid, adrenals) get weighed on a chemist's triple-beam balance.

The next step in the abdominal dissection will be exploring the bile ducts and then freeing up the liver. The pathologist uses a scalpel or other similar tool.

After weighing the heart, the pathologist completes the dissection. There are a variety of ways of doing this, and the choice will depend on the case. If the pathologist suspects a heart attack, a long knife may be the best choice.

In the example: The liver is removed. The pathologist finds something important. It appears that the man had a fatty liver. It is too light, too orange, and a bit too big. Perhaps this man had been drinking heavily for a while.

The pathologist decides to remove the neck organs, large airways, and lungs in one piece. This requires careful dissection. The pathologist always examines the neck very carefully.

The liver in this example weighs much more than the normal 1400 gm.

The lungs are almost never normal at autopsy. In the example, the lungs are pink, because the dead man was a non-smoker. The pathologist will inspect and feel them for areas of pneumonia and other abnormalities.

The liver is cut at intervals of about a centimeter, using a long knife. This enables the pathologist to examine its inner structure.

The pathologist weighs both lungs together, then each one separately. Afterwards, the lungs may get inflated with fixative.

The rest of the team continues with the removal of the other organs. They may decide to take the urinary system as one piece, and the digestive system down to the small intestine as another single piece. This will require careful dissection.

One pathologist holds the esophagus, stomach, pancreas, duodenum, and spleen. He opens these, and may save a portion of the gastric contents to check for poison.

Another pathologist holds the kidneys, ureters, and bladder. Sometimes these organs will be left attached to the abdominal aorta. The pathologist opens all these organs and examine them carefully.

Dissecting the lungs can be done in any of several ways. All methods reveal the surfaces of the large airways, and the great arteries of the lungs.

Most pathologists use the long knife again while studying the lungs. The air spaces of the lungs will be evaluated based on their texture and appearance.

Before the autopsy is over, the brain is usually suspended in fixative for a week so that the later dissection will be clean, neat, and accurate.

If no disease of the brain is suspected, the pathologist may cut the brain fresh.

The kidneys are weighed before they are dissected.

It is the pathologist's decision as to whether to open the small intestine and/or colon. If they appear normal on the outside, there is seldom significant pathology on the inside.

One pathologist prepares the big needle and thread used to sew up the body.

When the internal organs have been examined, the pathologist may return all but the tiny portions that have been saved to the body cavity. Or the organs may be cremated without being returned.

The appropriate laws, and the wishes of the family, are obeyed.

The breastbone and ribs are usually replaced in the body.

The skull and trunk incisions are sewed shut ("baseball stitch").

The body is washed and is then ready to go to the funeral director.

These notes do not show all the steps of an autopsy, but will give you the general idea.

During the autopsy, there may be photographers, evidence technicians, police, hospital personnel, and others.

In the example, the pathologists submit the tissue they saved to the histology lab, to be made into microscopic slides.

When these are ready, they will examine the sections, look at the results of any lab work, and draw their final conclusions.

The only finding in this sample autopsy was fatty liver. There are several ways in which heavy drinking, without any other disease, can kill a person. The pathologists will rule each of these in or out, and will probably be able to give a single answer to the police or family.

CLOSING UP AND RELEASING THE BODY

After all the above procedures are performed, the body is now an empty shell, with no larynx, chest organs, abdominal organs, pelvic organs, or brain. The front of the rib cage is also missing. The scalp is pulled down over the face, and the whole top of the head is gone. Obviously, this is not optimal for lying in state in public view. The diener remedies this problem. First, the calvarium is placed back on the skull (the brain is not replaced), the scalp pulled back over the calvarium, and the wound sewn up with thick twine using the type of stitch used to cover baseballs. The wound is now a line that goes from behind the ears over the back of the skull, so that when the head rests on a pillow in the casket, the wound is not visible.

The empty trunk looks like the hull of a ship under construction, the prominent ribs resembling the corresponding structural members of the ship. In many institutions, the sliced organs are just poured back into the open body cavity. In other places, the organs are not replaced but just incinerated at the facility. In either case, the chest plate is placed back in the chest, and the body wall is sewn back up with baseball stitches, so that the final wound again resembles a "Y."

The diener rinses the body off with a hose and sponge, covers it with a sheet, and calls the funeral home for pick- up. As one might imagine, if the organs had not been put back in the body, the whole trunk appears collapsed, especially the chest (since the chest plate was not firmly reattached to the ribs). The mortician must then remedy this by placing filler in the body cavity to re-expand the body to roughly normal contours.

Ultimately, what is buried/cremated is either 1) the body without a brain and without any chest, abdominal, or pelvic organs, or 2) the body without a brain but with a hodgepodge of other organ parts in the body cavity.

FINISHING UP

After the funeral home has been called, the diener cleans up the autopsy suite with a mop and bucket, and the prosector finishes up the notes and/or dictation concerning the findings of the "gross exam" (the part of the examination done with the naked eye and not the microscope; this use of the term "gross" is not a value judgement but a direct German translation of "big" as opposed to "microscopic").

For some odd reason, many prosectors report increased appetite after an autopsy, so the first thing they want to do afterwards is grab a bite to eat.

The whole procedure in experienced hands, assuming a fairly straightforward case and no interruptions, has taken about two hours.

Complicated cases requiring detailed explorations and special dissections (e.g., exploring the bile ducts, removing the eyes or spinal cord) may take up to four hours.

AFTER THE AUTOPSY

Days to weeks later, the processed microscopic slides are examined by the attending pathologist, who renders the final diagnoses and dictates the report.

A final report is ready in a month or so. The glass slides and a few bits of tissue are kept forever, so that other pathologists can review the work.

Only the pathologist can formally issue the report, even if he or she was not the prosector (i.e., the prosector was a resident, PA, or med student).

The report is of variable length but almost always runs at least three pages. It may be illustrated with diagrams that the prosector draws from scratch or fills in on standard forms with anatomical drawings.

The Joint Commission for the Accreditation of Healthcare Organizations (JCAHO), which certifies hospitals, requires the final report to be issued within sixty days of the actual autopsy.

The College of American Pathologists, which certifies medical laboratories, requires that this be done in thirty days.

Nevertheless, pathologists are notorious for tardiness in getting the final report out, sometimes resulting in delays of years.

Perhaps the non-compensated nature of autopsy practice has something to do with this. Pathologists are otherwise very sensitive to turnaround times.

THE BRAIN-CUTTING

The examiner returns to the brain left suspended in a big jar of formalin for a few weeks. After the brain is "fixed," it has the consistency and firmness of a ripe avocado.

Before fixation, the consistency is not unlike that of three-day- old refrigerated, uncovered Jello.

Infant brains can be much softer than that before fixation, even as soft as a flan dessert warmed to room temperature, or worse, custard pie filling. Such a brain may be difficult or impossible to hold together and can fall apart as one attempts to remove it from the cranium.

Assuming good fixation of an adult brain, it is removed from the formalin and rinsed in a running tap water bath for several hours to try to cut down on the discomforting, eye-irritating, possibly carcinogenic formalin vapors.

The cerebrum is severed from the rest of the brain (brainstem and cerebellum) by the prosector with a scalpel.

The cerebellum is severed from the brainstem, and each is sliced and laid out on a tray for examination.

The cerebrum is sliced perpendicularly to its long axis and laid out to be examined.

Sections for microscopic processing are taken, as from the other organs, and a few slices are held in "save jars."

The remainder of the brain slices is incinerated.

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charnelhouse · 2 years ago

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Do you think Soap has ever thought about joining Red and Ghost? In your universe, is Soap attracted to her?

A/N: Soap x F!Reader x Ghost. Threesome. This happens before Ghost and her are ever serious....also this is a crack drabble I was discussing with @yeyinde after watching this vid. I wrote this in the wee hours so it's chaos.

It’s almost silly how it happens. It begins before she realizes it.

Red is on a mission with Ghost and Soap down in Ecuador. It’s a swathe of screaming green jungle. The leaves are fat and waxy as rubber. It’s a mosaic of color. Unparalleled biodiversity. The hoot and call of birds swimming through the air and Red feels like she is perpetually damp. Humidity is syrup-thick. She slips in the mud, her boots heavy as cement. The air scalds like a fever.

Ghost and Soap take turns holding her up, giant arms firm around her waist as they carry her over perilous holes and thin brown streams. She doesn’t fight them on this. She doesn’t whine or snap that she can take care of herself. She trusts them. She knows they respect her, and rather than point out that her legs are shorter and her strength blunted, they silently step in to erase the differences.

The mission is fairly simple: just an extraction of data. Minimal blood-loss. Not guaranteed, of course.

The facility with the files is a giant cement building at the center of the Amazon. Vines cling to the corners. The sun bounds off metal sheeting.

“That’s an eye sore,” Soap remarks as he wipes the sweat from his brow. “What do you think, L.T.? Me and Foxy on the inside while you hang on the perimeter?”

Ghost grunts.

“Affirmative.”

***

Their voices are like smoke. Gruff. Velvet. Somehow full of gravel but also like melted chocolate. Dark. Bittersweet.

“I’m already countin’ down the minutes until we’re back at the safehouse,” Soap groans.

“Because that single mattress is so inviting,” Ghost replies flatly.

“Only our bonnie lass gets the mattress, L.T. You and I will be curled up together on the hard ground.”

“As long as you don’t rub up against me like you did last night.”

“I was cold!”

They continue to bicker back and forth, teasing and taunting each other while she attempts to drown them out. Ghost’s sentences scrape the floor, they’re so damn rough and rich as whiskey.

Do they know how they sound?

Like they’re licking between her legs, tugging her panties down with their teeth. It’s distracting.

“Foxy,” Soap purrs.

“What?” she snaps a little too violently.

“Ooh, someone’s carnaptious.”

“Is that your word of the day?”

“It might just be, hen.”

She swallows, massaging the cramped muscle in the nape of her neck. The computer in front of her is too bright. She can’t break through their security wall to access the data they’re here for. She’s good with guns, not with keyboards.

Ghost clears his throat. “You alright, Red?”

“Fine,” she says tightly. “But if you guys keep distracting me, we’re never getting out of here.”

“Distracting you, hmm?” Soap croons before lowering his voice to something dark, sensual, and heavy like a mudslide. “You like listen’ to us talk?”

How’d he get her right on the fucking money? She scowls even if neither of them can see it.

“Let her work, Soap,” Ghost warns, but it lacks all of the threat he usually utilizes.

“You’re too tense, lass,” Soap murmurs, and it feels like blunt nails skimming her scalp. “You need to relax.”

She sighs, squeezing her thighs together. “How?” It’s out of her mouth before she can stop it. Her curiosity tapping at the door. Her desire.

“How?” Soap echoes like he’s slightly surprised she took his bait. “Well -”

“After,” Ghost interjects. “Not here. When we’re back.”

She returns her fingers to the keyboard to work faster.

***

She didn’t expect it to go down like this. When they return to the safe house and that small room with a single mattress, they say nothing. It’s just instinct. It’s Ghost who removes her clothes, tugs gently at her shirt, and undoes her tac gear.

Soap presses her against the shower wall, his hand locked on the nape of her neck, fingertips digging into the knots. “God, Red,” he taunts. “You’re so tight.”

She laughs, and he smashes his mouth against hers to muffle it. His tongue plunges behind her teeth, his cock hard against her inner thigh. She grasps him, thumb nudging over the head until he jerks against her.

“Fuck,” he rasps. “Fuckin’ hell.”

***

Ghost keeps his mask on. She doesn’t say anything, and neither does Soap. It’s fine in their secret room. It’s normal because it’s part of Simon. They hold her between them as Soap forces her knee over Ghost’s enormous thigh.

“Take it easy on her, L.T.,” Soap hums as he traces the seam of her cunt. He pinches her clit as he rocks against her ass, and she can feel the bulbous head of his cock smear against her entrance, nudge and prod until, finally, he sinks to the hilt. She yelps due to the shock of his size and Soap’s hand flies to her mouth, muffling the noise.

“Don’t you fuckin’ dare, Johnny,” Ghost growls. “I want to hear her.”

“Aye,” Soap husks as he kisses her shoulder, sucking the skin until it bruises. "C'mon, bonnie...we know you can take it."

She should be embarrassed, flushed with shame that Ghost forced such a noise from her. She doesn’t care. Not really. They respect her. She trusts them. It’s easy.

Ghost continues. He doesn't fuck fast, but opts for slow, agonizing strokes that deliberately push into the center of her nerves. He breathes heavy, grunting when she clenches around him. The room is unbearably hot. There's sweat beneath her arms and under her tits and she's sandwiched between them. Worshipped. Treasured.

Good girl. Fuck. You're so fucking pretty.

“Shit,” she gasps when Ghost drives further, clamping his hand down on her waist to hold her steady. “Simon…”

He pauses, and the punishing drag of his cock halts only to pulse and throb in the clutch of her womb. She buries her fingers into his muscular shoulders. She needs the movement. She needs him to keep going because he’s just getting bigger, stretching her to her limit. Growing in place.

“Red,” Ghost murmurs as he palms her cheek. She lifts her gaze to his, and something shudders in her chest. Ghost’s eyes are clearer than they’ve ever been. A bright, velvet sky. Evening-dark. She can tell how blue they are against his black make-up.

Soap is still tasting her skin, he’s still grinding against her.

But, Ghost?

He’s looking at her like…like….

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leviathanleva · 3 months ago

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Cujo

Pairing: Simon 'Ghost' Riley x Supersoldier!FemReader

Description: A monster in human skin, a weapon disguised as a person, no thoughts, no emotion, as per design. He despises you and everything you stand for. He’s tried to kick you out of his squad and failed, he’s made it his mission to break you no matter the cost.

It comes as a surprise when he asks you to lie and say you love him.

[5.5k words]

[Angst, Light NSFW]

Chapter 2 "Chocolate Mousse"

A rainy day among the desert summer heat was a welcome sight.

The only drawback was that if anyone wanted to exercise they’d be confined to the closed-off gym instead of the dusty freedom of the training field.

So that’s where you currently were, sparring with your Lieutenant while the rain pattered away at the flat roof of the spacious facility, tucked away in one of the rooms. And by sparring, you understood dodging every curved fist and grabby hands flung your way while doing nothing to reciprocate. Your hands hung placidly by your sides, shoulders slack and face relaxed in neutrality as you pounced back every time Ghost lunged.

Why he insisted on hand-to-hand combat with you in particular, was beyond your comprehension, why anyone at base would want such a match – even less so. It was factually unfair, your advantage over the Lieutenant was a laughing matter, both your speed and strength far outmatched his. You were built to win, always, so why on Earth was he so hell-bent on fighting a battle already lost?

It made no sense, but you were a good dog, you didn’t question his antics, his drive, only bent your head in submission when he’d ordered you to the training facility.

The fluorescent lamps buzz leisurely above your head, a comforting white noise for your ears. Droplets of sweat plink against the rubber matting of the floor, your Lieutenant leaving a trail behind you both as he deliberately works you into a corner. His grunts strained, suppressed behind bared teeth hidden under the sheet of his mask, his eyes creased, shadowed by his lowered brows. He’s becoming frustrated, and you’re well aware of it, but despite his irritation with your passive ways, you stick to them.

You won’t risk him ending up injured because you misjudged just what force his body can withstand, you aren’t keen on finding out today how much you can batter him before he collapses. A punch flung astray accompanied by a sliver of carelessness could lead to you carrying him to the med bay with a broken ribcage.

No, that won’t do at all, not with your deployment coming up.

But he doesn’t want your gentle handling, he doesn’t want your merciful pity and pacifism. He wants a fight, to stir some vigor in your devoid eyes, to see a spark in them because on the battlefield you look the most alive and he needs you as such always.

You dodge another swing, upper body leaning back and knees bending to support your shift of weight. You watch the large fist swish past you almost in slow motion because to you Ghost is slow, everyone is slow. Having keen reflexes and awareness far surpassing those of the average person was a blessing and a curse, you picked up too much from your surroundings, and often times it became oppressive in your day-to-day. But during combat, it was good, needed even if it made the whole encounter disinteresting and plain bland.

He stumbles and you instinctively reach forward to cushion his fall, arms outstretched and ready to catch him. With a curse under his breath and a jerk of his leg, he steadies himself before reaching the floor. You step back to give him space, your baby hairs led astray from their neatness against your forehead by your abrupt motions.

“You miss the memo, Cadet?”

Your brows raise at his growl and the nasty look he tosses at you over his shoulder as he slowly straightens from his bent-over pose. He turns to face you fully, rolls his shoulders and cracks his neck with one palm under his chin. The muscles beneath his compression shirt ripple and shift like coy fish under a still pond.

A hand reaches to slick the stray strands from your eyes back into your crown, ghost over the braided hair at the back of your head, left to grow too long because you couldn’t be bothered visiting the barber at base. Your lips part to speak, but the Lieutenant has more on his mind, predicts your question before it rolls off your tongue.

“We’re sparring, yeah? Not playin’ tag. Gotta hit me.” He steps forward, surging through the air with arms spread wide to try to grab and tackle you, his entire body thrust towards you by his powerful thighs. When you step out of his way and flatten yourself against the wall to avoid his deadly hug, his temper spills over. “Fight back, damn it!”

When you move away from the wall he takes his chance, swinging an iron calf at your knees to set you off balance. Again you manage to escape, jump out of his range as if you were simply avoiding a splash of paint on the ground, unbothered, silent, bored.

“Fight back.” He snarls venomously, his glare piercing cold and demanding. “That’s an order!”

And like a good dog, you obey.

You jerk forward and grasp his ankle in a painful hold, tight enough to make him falter. Sometimes he forgets you’re a monster, mistakes you for a cowardly runt until he forces you to remind him.

His bulky arms are wrapped around his head protectively as you bend down and fling him over your shoulder without much excretion, face first into the floor. His eyes widen for only a second as he flies through the air like a feather, then squeeze shut as the rubber matting hastens into his sight. He buries his nose into the crook of his elbow to soften the impact as much as possible. The air is knocked out of his lungs, a choppy gasp forced out of him as he’s planted against the floor with firm force.

“Fuckin’ hell…”

When he unfurls to look back, he sees you standing above him like a predator, unwavering, stoic, bloody majestic even. Each of your feet is planted firmly on either side of his waist, head tilted to the side and an unimpressed expression carving at least something into your blank features, your hands crossed behind your back. You look almost cocky, he likes it.

“I win.”

He barks out a laugh at your words, at how absolutely defeated they sound leaving your lips. Of course, you’re not satisfied, this is child’s play to you, most enemies don’t even reach this close to you before they’re ripped apart. Ghost takes it upon himself to make your experience more engaging despite the threat of looking like a flailing child in your eyes. It’s a risk he’s willing to take if only to see something shine in those crystalline orbs of yours.

“Not over yet.” He barks through his protesting lungs and rolls around in a flash, wrapping his arms around your knees and pushing back with all his might.

Now you end up on the floor, stumbling briefly, not expecting him to keep his zest for sparring going after your humiliating toss. Your legs are bent back into your chest, spread apart, and folded between the two of you as he hovers above you, locking you in place. There’s a twinkle in his eye, beads of sweat tracing his brow and even through the mask you can see him smirking.

You press your hands against his shoulders, watching him pant above you, shifting on his haunches, his chest puffed out in male pride. The position does something to him and you’re too blissfully unaware to pick up the subtle shift. He already reeks of sweat and testosterone, he’s already pleasantly riled up by finally getting the upper hand albeit briefly.

An ember is kindles deep in his belly and his vice grip on you falters as he silently gazes down at you. Salty droplets drip onto your cheeks and trace patterns over your skin, you take a mental note to shower after this fiasco is over.

He softens, leans down slowly. It’s when he’s unguarded and his nose gently bumps against yours that you act.

The biggest mistake you make is flip the two of you over and sit on his face like a throne, squishing him between your thighs with the intent of cutting off his oxygen, crotch to his mouth so plushly pressed you can feel his stubble through both mask and leggings.

The whole point was to make him tap out and end this so you can finally get your afternoon snack, but unfortunately for you, not everything goes as planned. Something muffled and unintelligible comes from him as he grabs at your hips. He chokes on a moan and then you finally understand your predicament. You recoil in an instant and he pushes you off him the rest of the way with a gruff “get off”.

“I…” You begin, then falter, reaching a hand for him with your best apologetic look. “Apologies, Lieutenant. It was not my intention.”

He’s on his feet already, back turned to you and palming his hard cock in place.

“Ain’t your fault, Hound.”

You stand and walk to one of the windows to let some fresh air in, hoping the chill the rain has brought will ease the stirring in his grey sweats. The storm still wages war outside, the lightning has subsided and all you can hear and smell is the downpour. It’s calm, pleasant, it dissipates the musky stench in the small training room, the cool air caresses your cheeks and you take in a deep breath.

You sit on the matting before the window, gaze outside at the deserted grounds dotted with only a handful of passersby, military staff rushing to their offices with briefcases over their heads in an attempt to stay somewhat dry. Resting your chin on one knee and wringing your arms around your leg, you invite Ghost silently to join you in the moment once he’s made himself decent and shaken away the fickle embarrassment.

You don’t expect him to relent considering the incident in his office a few days prior. There had been no word spoken regarding your kiss, you liked it as such, it was simple this way and you can discard the memory as a moment of weakness. You’re not one to pry or delve into matters that do not impact you physically in any way. Being devoid of a heart has its perks, you’re not weighed down by feeble emotions such as lust or regret, love or hate. You could care less if you never kissed him again, it’s just his mouth against yours, it changes nothing in your life.

And you can only hope he shares your sentiment and that his awkward boner was spurred on by your brawl and not you specifically.

Contrary to your speculations, he does join you.

Back to back, you sit together, him staring into nothingness, his eyes latched to the patterns painted over the walls while you gaze mindlessly out the window. The heat radiating off his body is intense, it brings a flush to your face, makes the cold air sting against the tip of your nose. It’s delightful really, if only he could be this approachable and calm all the time.

But he was, unfortunately, a man burdened heavily and you didn’t ease his woes in any way. If anything, you made his days more difficult despite being a thorn in his eye unwittingly.

You lean back into him, as comrades do when sharing a small serene moment. His body tenses behind you. Your protruding spine slots in the crevice of his, between the two hills of muscle on either side of his back. It’s a perfect fit, funny how such physical formations align, how the right man and woman fit together like puzzle pieces.

“Are you calm, Lieutenant?”

He leaves the question to hang in the air for a few minutes before giving out a somber reply.

“Ye…”

A gust of cold air can do wonders for the body.

“Why do you keep me around when you detest me so?” You ask next and crane your neck just a bit to catch a glimpse of his mask as your cheek is pressed against his shoulder. “Do you love me? Hate me?”

A lonesome sigh, it makes his skin crawl at how real and packed it sounds. But he knows better than to believe in it. Your voice is lukewarm, a meek lull, almost normal.

“It’s confusing. You’re a complicated man.”

Whichever he picks, whatever he answers, he knows you don’t care. It’s just curiosity, there’s no hidden agenda, no fluttering of the heart be it from spite or repressed affections.

So he doesn’t answer right away, partly because it doesn’t matter what he says, partly because he can’t, it’s a haze to him as much as it is to you. It used to be that you were too dangerous to let loose in anyone else’s care, he’d rather do the job of being your zookeeper by himself and properly. As time went on though, his compass started to shift in a different direction and now he wasn’t sure which way it was pointing.

He sticks to what he knows clearly, decides that’s a suitable reply and it will sate whatever boredom caused you to bring up the topic, at least for the time being.

“Would rather you stay in my hands over the enemy’s.”

“Is that all there is to it?” You ponder out loud, then hum softly and slack against him as if he were your pillow. With both legs stretched out and your hands lifelessly left to rest in your lap, you breathe him in, the smell of pine and cigarettes, a heavy and hearty odor. You’ve grown to subconsciously seek it out when he’s not within eyesight, grown to cherish it because it’s the closest thing you have to a home.

With your eyes lifted to the grey, cloud-riddled sky you give him your name, the one blotted out of every document and identification file, the one scratched out of existence, the one before Hound, and the made-up one in your reports. He freezes, nearly wheezes, you hear his breath hitch and he turns back to look over his shoulder.

“What?”

“You entrust your life to me on the field.” You say gently, the words barely above a whisper, soft as cotton. “I entrust my life to you now…But do keep it to yourself, please. Sergeant MacTavish will not take well to your advantage in my personal life.”

His raspy chuckle is your given vow of secrecy. After that, all is silence.

The spec of intimacy, the sharing of vulnerable information, the feeling of your back pressed against his, it makes his head spin, like a cigarette after a good training session. He basks in the feeling, imagining himself as someone special enough to you to deserve the precious knowledge you’ve bestowed upon him. There’s a lump in his throat at the possibility of searching you up and finding more information about you, maybe even seeing your visage before the augmentations.

But does he want to invade your privacy after you’ve trusted him?

No, he wants the information to come from you. He wants to earn it, whether in the fire of an argument or the tenderness of a lover’s embrace, it doesn’t matter.

You stay as such until the hairs on your arms prickle and your skin is littered with goosebumps. There’s a numbness to your fingers and your nose has become stuffy, suits you right for dressing in only a flimsy top with a storm on the horizon.

“You like to eat, yeah?”

The question comes out of the blue and your first reaction is to nod. You glance at him, find his chocolate iris trained on you in the corner of his eye. You listen to his steady breaths, the sound of his stubble scratching against the confine of his mask as he strains to look back at you.

“I have to rebuild my muscle mass. It’s nice when the food is good, but it doesn’t make a difference in the end. I eat to live, not live to eat.”

“Got a favorite dish?” He inquires lightheartedly as if he were speaking to a child or a dear friend.

The answer comes automatically, you don’t even need to think.

“No.”

“Pick something then.” He’s fast to quip back and you’re left with a task that you’re not used to undertaking – making a choice.

It stiffens you up in a way, he feels you go rigid behind him and lean your head away from his shoulder, the tender eye contact suddenly broken and the wavering scene of intimacy buried alive by the dark shadow of intrusive thoughts. You’re left with a whirling mind that somehow is completely blank and nothing comes out of your mouth when you try to speak.

How long has it been since you had the privilege of choice? How many years since you had been brainwashed into the obedient, nearly android-like state of today? It had been a necessary change added for the safety of your superiors, being stripped of feeling anything was to prevent rebellion and individuality. You’d willingly undergone the procedures knowing the sacrifice you were making and yet, it had never bothered you, it felt liberating not to be weighed down by personality or emotion.

That was until two minutes ago.

The rain is deafened by a strange shrieking in your ears.

“Hound?” The weight of his upper body is rested on one palm firmly planted against the floor as he turns halfway to get a better look at you. There’s a grimness to your face, a distance in your eyes stretching miles and for a moment Ghost believes he’s royally fucked up in some way.

“Hound.” He tries again and grabs you by the shoulder to try and make you focus on him. He knows that look, the expression, it resembles his when he looks in the mirror late at night after one too many drinks that fail to numb his demons.

“Pup, look at – ”

“ – Pizza.”

He blinks once, twice, then arches a brow and you see the mask tighten with a smirk.

“Pizza?”

“Yeah.” You nod and face him fully, a hint of a smile cracking your apathetic demeanor and reeling his heart.

He plays it off as if it’s nothing, blazes inside like a bonfire at the spec of humanity finally, finally creeping through an otherwise vacant canvas. He pretends not to see it because he doesn’t want to scare it away, stands up and dusts himself off.

“I’ll come get you at eighteen hundred.” He doesn’t even spare you a glance as he speaks and a moment later he’s out of the training room and down the hall, leaving you behind in blissful silence.

You watch him leave wordlessly from your position on the floor, his pace is languid, too unbothered and uncanny for him. He’s masking something, what exactly you’re unsure of, but if it correlates with you earning yourself a slice of pizza, then you’re not fussed about the ordeal.

You return to your small quarters for a thorough, long shower to warm your chilled bones and frosted flesh. A veil of steam accompanies you once you step out on squishy feet.

The room was by no means cozy, the furniture stopped at the bare necessities, and decorations were non-existent. It was bland, devoid of a personality and it perfectly reflected you as an individual, if you could even call yourself that.

Judging by the clock on your nightstand, you’d been soaking for nearly an hour, a small luxury you were permitted every once in a while, one of very few. Your limbs feel heavy with relaxation as you collapse onto your bed, letting the sheets aid your plain white towel in soaking the droplets off your body.

Thoughts delicately dance around the confines of your mind, materializing before your eyes in the cream-yellow ceiling like a picture book. Time-passers, random jumbles to help the minutes tick by because you have no other occupation outside of exercise and paperwork, no phone to play a game on, no book to read. Most of the time, that’s not a problem, you’re always busied with orders and instructions and barely have a moment to sit down for a meal, but on rare occasions such as today, the pleasantry of free time is a burden.

An eternity passes before there’s a knock on your door, you’re already dressed and good to go, sitting on the edge of your bed, hunched over and still as a statue, locked within your head until you’re ripped back to reality. Your eyes snap at the sound and you nearly lunge, spurred on by hunger, purposefully choosing to skip dinner for the prospect of something better than another dry steak and overcooked vegetables.

“Let’s go.” Ghost motions for you to follow once you’ve appeared from behind the door and you follow along the muddy field and bustling barracks.

The rain has stopped and the base is lively again, soldiers are speeding left and right, zipping past you in a rush with either gear or papers in hand. You walk behind the stoic Lieutenant, using him as a shield to avoid the annoyance of anyone bumping into you. Despite your uncanny looks, compared to the rest of your military establishment’s occupants, you’re small enough to neglect and trample over.

Your boots sink into the squishy soil, and the sheen of water sloshes around your soles and makes them sticky. You’re careful, make sure no mud comes to stain the tips of your jeans. The lights at the base flicker on to illuminate the grounds as the sun sets prematurely today, choked in a sea of clouds, the glare twinkling brightly against the trembling surface of puddles. When a Humvee nears you step to Ghost’s side to avoid being potentially splashed and stay there as he guides you to the vehicle storage unit.

His bike is waiting there, freshly waxed and glossy, nearly sparkling.

“Where are we going, Lieutenant?” You ask and glide your hand over the smooth leather of the seat, in awe at how preserved it is coupled with a keen interest in having your first bike ride.

“To grab a bite to eat.” He responds as if you should have reached that conclusion by yourself, and tosses a helmet at you he retrieves from the display on the wall. “Put it on.”

He secures his own helmet and lifts the visor, the black plastic contrasting with the pearly white skull painted over it – his signature you presume, even when off duty he sticks to skulls. Sometimes you wonder what truly drives his love for the peculiar markings, a skull on every mask, skeleton hands on the majority of his gloves.

“Ever been on one o’ these before?”

“No.” You answer as you nestle on the seat behind him.

He turns to look you over and reaches back to grab your wrists before pulling them around his thick waist.

“Hold onto me, Backpack.”

You tilt your head at the new nickname but refrain from questioning him, preferring to keep his mood light for as long as possible. Instead, you follow his instructions and cling to him, scoot a little closer until you’re pressed flush against him and your thighs rub against each other’s. He nods at your adjustment and with a grunt of warning lifts his knees and plants his feet on the pegs.

You’re off after that, slowly to the entrance of the base and then smoothly sailing down the highway towards the city.

The rumbling of the engine is a constant tune in your ears, the wind beating against your arms and legs, creeping past your clothes and nipping at your skin, cool and refreshing, you can smell it even through the helmet. In combination with the world passing by you, it’s like a drug, lamp post after lamp post passes in a blur and it makes your heart race at how fast you’re moving, it feels the same as skydiving, you feel like you’re flying, free.

You don’t even realize when your hands slip beneath Ghost’s jacket to palm at the thin layer of fat over his strong stomach, not until the flesh beneath your fingers shudders. You’re too preoccupied with your bliss, lost in another moment of pure tranquility even if you felt underdressed for the occasion.

If you’d known, you would have taken a thicker top, but the Lieutenant wasn’t one to acknowledge the comfort of others or comfort’s existence in general.

Cars pass you by, the breeze whisks the tips of your hair peeking from beneath the helmet.

The plains of the vast yellow grass hills, devoid of water for most of the summer and burnt, give way to a concrete jungle. There is no easing into the metropolis, it’s all busy streets and tall buildings from the outskirts to the very core. People going home after a long day of work, the chatter of civilization, the honking of traffic the scent of sewage and overflowing garbage bins. Flashing lights, illuminated windows in every building and neon signs, the sizzling of street food being prepared and the clinking of glasses from the outdoor tables of restaurants. It wasn’t your favorite occupation on the planet, far from it even, but once upon a time you resided in a place much similar to this city. It used to be home and that nostalgic feeling still lingers in present times.

Ghost’s driving switches from fast and exciting to gentle and mindful as he guides you through the streets, he knows the place unlike you, and there’s not an ounce of hesitancy as he traverses around. He pulls to a stop at the corner of a small boulevard heavy with a cluster of shops.

When he straightens and stretches you release your vice grip on his upper body and unclasp the helmet from your head before carding through your matted hair. Nighttime is the perfect time for you to be out and about among the general population, the dusk hides your distinct eyes well and you can easily blend in with a crowd if only you avoid sharp direct light.

The aroma of baking dough and freshly cut flowers mixes in your nostrils and once the helmet is off you sniff the air like a hound. Guided by your keen sense, your head snaps to the flower shop closing up some distance away from you. A tiny pizza place on wheels stationed right next to it.

“You like flowers, eh?”

Ghost’s orbs followed the direction of your gaze, finding the source of your attention in the colorful display of plants being ushered inside the glass-paneled shop. He secures the bike and gets off before removing his helmet and glancing at you in question.

“I don’t care for them.” Is your first blip of words before you’ve properly processed the question, then you add as you lazily blink at him. “But they smell nice.”

“Which ones smell the best?”

You tilt your chin at the handful of orchids stuffed inside a large vase and the Lieutenant takes a quick memory note. Maybe one day he might buy you some.

“C’me on.” He rears his nose at the pizza place, apparently just as starved as you for a hot slice after a day of rain and stiff fingers.

Soon enough, your hands are full and while steam is coming off the fresh food, beads of water are gathering over the non-alcoholic beer cans. You’re led to a small park with a fountain in the middle, the mix of stone and vegetation is welcoming and you take in the sight as you sit down on one of the benches. A part of you had forgotten what civilization looked like, it’s marvelous when in small doses.

“You like it?” There’s a pinch of something in his voice, a fond spark. He watches you wolf down the pizza with vigor before licking the grease off your lips and opening the beer cans. One is handed to him and he takes it with a simple “thanks”.

“Yes.” You nod curtly through your last mouthful before washing it all down with a few sips. You lean back into the bench with a sigh, satisfied and sated, and look up at the peaks of the towering buildings. “What I don’t understand is why you took me here.”

There’s a silence after your question slips out as Ghost mimics your posture, leans back, and rests one arm on the backrest of the bench as his other holds his beer on his knee. He follows your eyes, stares outward at the bustling city, and muses over his answer. The lights twinkle in his eyes, he slackens and his leather jacket squeaks and creases at the crooks of his elbows, then he lets loose a breath.

“Tryin’a court you, love.”

You hum at that and avert your snowy orbs to him, a small frown tugging at your lips before you take a swig from your can and clear the fizz out of your throat.

“Why?”

“Dunno.” He shrugs, takes a sip and the beer is thrice as bitter on his tongue now, it makes him grimace subtly and leave the can by his feet. “I like you. Want you to like me too.”

In a way, you pity him. Harboring affection for you is a dead-end to a doomed mission, but you were sure he knew this already and it was blinding emotion that drove him into having faith that something might change. You’d give him your heart if you could, he was a good man after all, but there was no heart to give. There was no spark to flourish, you were a void, as per design, and you couldn’t reciprocate even if you desperately wanted to.

“There’s no point to that.” You murmur and dust the crumbs off your lap with distinct displeasure, as if you’re trying to push away his advances.

“There often ain’t.” He scoffs at your remark, the sound deep and guttural with a twinge of hoarseness from the cold beer. He glances at you with a fond albeit bitter smile. You’re a golden comedian at times, should get a medal for your bluntness, but you aren’t wrong, never are and if he wasn’t plagued by the sting of rejection and apathy, he’d be irked. “You kissed me, gave me your name. Thought there was a chance you saw me differently than the rest.”

“I indulge you because your interest in me burdens you. My devotion to you as my Lieutenant and Squad mate is not the same as affection.”

Dry facts and an unbothered expression. One day he’ll grow tired of your indifference and finally let go of whatever obsession has possessed him, but until then he’s stuck fighting a losing battle. It’s a blow to his masculinity, how uncaring you are of him considering he’s gotten his fair share of lustful stares and wanton touches both at base and outside. But you also never outright reject him and so he’s kept in a never-ending loop of what-ifs, motivated by the little jewels of softness and tender moments you wind up sharing with him.

Still, sometimes, your straight-to-the-point demeanor catches him off guard and he responds with emotion before reason can take over. Now is no different.

“Bloody hell, Hound, you really know how to ruin a moment.” He gruffs and shifts in his seat. His resting hand hangs over your shoulder, his fingertips brushing against the cotton of your collar and relishing the heat emanating from your neck.

He’s stubborn, you’ll give him that.

And it’s a laughable thing, the situation you’re in. He could simply order you to sleep with him because he knows the extent of your loyalties and your denial of morals. However, that won’t be enough. He needs you to relent, wants you to crumble in his hands. It’s a rather dark scenario – pursuing you until you eventually tire and give in, but you’re no normal rabbit to make a hunt out of. Maybe that was why he was so devoted.

His hardest catch would be the biggest prize in his mind. The fool…

“The only thing I’ve ruined is your delusion.”

The temperature was low before, with the utter fall of night, it falls even more and you’re forced to move closer to him in order to preserve some heat. It’s a contradicting action to your words, and it’s what he lives for and you’re inclined to believe that this was his idea all along. Get you close because you have no choice despite your verbal refusal to his affections.

“Indulging, huh?” He sneers, you heart it heavy in his words as he looks down at you like you’re a dame in distress. He wraps his arm around you, pulls you tight against his side and you don’t gather enough zest to protest. “Keep indulging me then.”

After a long pause, you find your voice long enough to question his alluding taunt. If he thought you were tucked under his armpit out of your own volition, he was dead wrong. It was only natural in such cold weather, had nothing to do with you suddenly becoming reciprocating, and had no hidden meaning.

“Sir?”

“Kiss me.” He orders softly and curls his forefinger under your chin, tilting it up so you’re forced to lock eyes. “That’s an order.”

And like a good dog, you obey.

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avita-anarchy · 21 days ago

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Saved the Day (tm)

Finally, after well over 250 hours of gameplay (on this save), I have reached the end of SatisFactory.

What an awesome game. I loved every moment of it... though balancing water and dark matter input/ outputs was a bit trying at times. The story, while barebones, was still fun; ADA's relationship with the Mercer mind was both fascinating and amusing. I wish it had a more defined conclusion, but maybe we'll see that in a future update.

As for my factory, I finished with a power grid of a little over 50 GWh. The second picture shows most of it, as I tried to minimize having satellite factories and transported as much as I could to the one location in the map's northwest corner. The only sizeable sattelite factory was on the oil islands on the west side of the map, which produced supercomputers and high-speed connector, but most of the crude oil was shipped by trains to the main factory for processing.

Description of some production locations in the second picture under the cut.

Going from left to right:

Above the equipment icons and health bar, the initial oil processing facility that primarily produced rubber and petroleum coke. This is serviced by one of the trains coming from the western oil islands, which also brings bauxite and extra petroleum coke.

The tower just to the right of that produced fused modular frames and cooling systems, as well as spare aluminum casings and alclad sheets. This is serviced by the other train coming from the western oil islands which brings crude oil, bauxite, and copper ore.

The big square on the ocean is the rocket fuel production plant with 83 fuel power generators using it to generate a significant chunk of my power grid.

The tall, narrow tower behind the space elevator is where turbo motors are created. Due to the processing of oil for this production, it also created all of the heavy oil residue needed to create the rocket fuel.

The northern-most beach started initially as a coal power plant, but was later converted and is now sends out time crystals, neural processors, silica, quartz, and reanimated SAM and SAM fluctuators.

Around the base of the space elevator to the north, east, and south was pretty much all the small scale production, from iron plates to quickwire and steel products.

The two towers in the middle of the image were some of the last to be built; the one on the left makes superposition oscillators and the one on the right makes singularity cells.

The facility on the far right is the nuclear power plant. I don't consider it a satellite factory simply because of how many resources go from the main factory to it, rather than being transported to it by train or drone. This was a late creation as well, as I waited until I could make ficsonium to delve into nuclear power; I did not want to deal with setting up a nuclear waste site. Between the uranium (225% overclocked), plutonium (250% overclocked), and ficsonium power generators, this gave me almost 15 GWh and just enough power to make the last few components needed to finish the game.

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The process of brass scrap recycling typically includes several stages:

Collection and Sorting Scrap metal recyclers in Adelaide collect brass from various sources, including households, construction sites, and manufacturing plants. They then sort it based on quality and type, ensuring efficient processing.

Shredding and Melting The collected brass scrap is shredded into smaller pieces for easier melting. It’s then melted down, allowing impurities to be removed. The purified molten brass is cast into new shapes, such as rods or sheets, which can be sold or used to manufacture new products.

Refinement and Reformation Depending on the intended use, the refined brass may go through additional processing to achieve specific properties. The final product can be as good as new brass, making it ready for various applications.

How to Recycle Brass Scrap in Adelaide

For those in Adelaide looking to recycle brass scrap, local recycling centers make the process straightforward:

Locate a Brass Recycling Facility Adelaide offers numerous recycling centers, some specializing in metal recycling, including brass. Researching facilities that accept brass and offer fair market value is a great starting point.

Prepare Your Scrap Brass recycling facilities often prefer clean, separated scrap. Removing non-metal attachments like plastic or rubber helps recyclers process the brass more efficiently and can sometimes result in better pricing.

Get an Estimate Contact recycling centers to get an estimate on the price of brass scrap. Many recyclers in Adelaide offer free pickup or collection services, which can be convenient for larger quantities.

Leading Brass Scrap Recycling Centers in Adelaide

Several scrap metal recyclers in Adelaide are known for their commitment to sustainability and fair pricing, making brass recycling easy and accessible:

Lonsdale Scrap Metal Recycling Specializing in metals like brass, copper, and aluminum, Lonsdale Scrap Metal Recycling offers competitive prices and reliable service for those looking to offload brass scrap.

Norwood Recycling Known for convenient collection services and environmentally friendly practices, Norwood Recycling is another trusted choice in Adelaide’s recycling community.

Adelaide Metal Recyclers This facility accepts a range of metals and provides fair rates for brass, along with other metals like copper and stainless steel.

Conclusion

Brass scrap recycling in Adelaide isn’t just an environmentally sound decision—it’s an economically rewarding one too. By opting to recycle brass, individuals and businesses contribute to a cleaner, greener Adelaide while reaping the financial benefits of this valuable metal.

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The Benefits and Applications of Floor Strippers: Unlocking Efficiency with Tyrolit Australia

When it comes to removing tough floor coverings efficiently, the right equipment makes all the difference. Floor strippers play a critical role in the floor preparation process, helping contractors save valuable time and effort. Tyrolit Australia offers a robust line-up of floor strippers designed to tackle a range of applications, from small-scale renovations to larger commercial projects. Let’s dive into the benefits and applications of these high-performance machines.

Benefits of Floor Strippers

1. Powerful Performance for Heavy-Duty Tasks: Tyrolit’s floor strippers are designed for challenging jobs that involve removing stubborn materials like carpets, vinyl, rubber flooring, coatings, membranes, and more. Equipped with powerful motors, these machines make it possible to strip floors quickly and efficiently, saving contractors hours of manual labour.

2. Precision and Versatility: Tyrolit floor strippers come with adjustable settings, allowing operators to tailor the machine’s power to the material being removed. Whether you’re working with tough commercial carpeting or delicate hardwood, the adjustable settings provide the versatility needed for a range of flooring types, helping achieve clean removal without damaging underlying surfaces.

3. Ergonomic Design for Ease of Use: Floor stripping is often a physically demanding task. Tyrolit’s floor strippers, however, are built with operator comfort in mind. Featuring adjustable handlebars, vibration-dampening technology, and compact yet robust designs, these machines make long hours on the job far more manageable. Their user-friendly controls also simplify operation, meaning less training time for your crew and more focus on completing the task at hand.

4. Efficient Blade Pressure: The integration of adjustable and removable weights ensures maximum blade pressure during tough removals. By concentrating pressure exactly where it’s needed, Tyrolit’s floor strippers excel at breaking down thick layers of adhesive, tile, and other tough materials. This feature ensures a clean surface, ready for the next phase of floor preparation.

5. Transportability and Mobility: Tyrolit floor strippers are designed for ease of transport. Their compact size, foldable components, and removable weights make it simple to load them onto trailers or vans for jobs in different locations. Despite their smaller footprint, these machines don’t compromise on power or effectiveness, making them a favourite choice for professionals working on a variety of sites.

Applications of Floor Strippers

1. Removing Commercial Carpets and Tiles: For large commercial spaces that require removing wall-to-wall carpeting or hard tiles, Tyrolit floor strippers offer speed and reliability. The machines are powerful enough to lift glued-down carpeting, ceramic tiles, and vinyl sheets, helping contractors efficiently clear surfaces for refurbishment or new installations.

2. Floor Coatings and Membranes: When dealing with older floors that have heavy layers of protective coatings or membranes, such as epoxy or polyurethane, Tyrolit floor strippers are essential tools. These machines easily cut through thick layers of coatings, removing them entirely and allowing contractors to access the bare floor for further treatment or refinishing.

3. Gymnasium and Sport Surface Removal: Tyrolit’s range of floor strippers are highly effective for removing rubber flooring or sport surfaces in gyms, fitness centres, or recreational facilities. Their powerful motors and adjustable blade pressure are ideal for dealing with thicker, more resistant materials, ensuring an efficient stripping process that leaves the subfloor intact.

4. Removing Adhesives and Thinset Mortar: In renovation projects where old floor adhesives or thinset mortars need to be removed, Tyrolit floor strippers offer a quick and effective solution. Their adjustable blade settings allow the operator to apply just the right amount of pressure to break down these materials without damaging the underlying surface, which is especially important in preparation for new flooring installation.

5. Industrial and Warehouse Applications: For larger industrial projects such as warehouses, where time and efficiency are paramount, Tyrolit’s floor strippers provide an excellent solution. Whether you are dealing with large surfaces of tiles, vinyl, or linoleum, these strippers are engineered to handle high volumes, making them perfect for contractors working on industrial floors.

Conclusion: Choose Tyrolit for Your Floor Stripping Needs

Tyrolit Australia offers high-quality floor strippers that make challenging tasks simple and efficient. By providing advanced features like adjustable weight systems, ergonomic designs, and powerful motors, these machines are essential for contractors working on a range of projects. Whether you need to remove carpets, tiles, coatings, or adhesives, Tyrolit floor strippers deliver excellent performance, durability, and operator comfort. For more information on the floor strippers and other floor preparation equipment, visit Tyrolit Floor Strippers or contact our team for expert advice on contact us.

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hankayhydraulicsprivatelimited1 · 26 days ago

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The Versatility of Hydraulic and Rubber Moulding Presses in Manufacturing

In the manufacturing sector, machinery like Hydraulic Press, Rubber Moulding Press, and SMC Moulding Press play a vital role in shaping and forming materials with precision and efficiency. Hankay Hydraulics Private Limited machines are integral to industries from automotive and aerospace to construction and consumer goods. For companies in the business of manufacturing these powerful tools, delivering durable and high-performance equipment is crucial to supporting their clients’ operations.

Rubber Moulding Press Manufacturers

Rubber moulding presses are essential in creating a wide range of rubber products. From car tires to industrial seals, these presses use heat and pressure to shape rubber into durable, high-performance items. Leading Rubber Moulding Press Manufacturers design presses capable of handling various rubber compounds and product specifications. Their expertise allows them to create robust equipment that operates under challenging conditions, ensuring consistency and quality in each rubber product manufactured. By using high-quality materials and advanced engineering, these manufacturers ensure their machines offer long-lasting performance with minimal maintenance requirements.

Hydraulic Press Manufacturers

Hydraulic presses are another fundamental type of equipment used in industries requiring immense force for shaping, compressing, and assembling materials. Manufacturers specializing in hydraulic presses focus on creating reliable machines with custom features tailored to client requirements. These machines are used for metal forming, forging, and assembling in industries as diverse as automotive, electronics, and packaging. With a strong emphasis on safety and efficiency, Hydraulic Press Manufacturers often design their machines with user-friendly controls, energy-efficient features, and robust safety mechanisms, meeting the specific demands of their client’s production lines.

Hydraulic Power Pack Manufacturers

The hydraulic power pack is the heart of hydraulic machinery, supplying the necessary power to operate presses, lifts, and other equipment. High-quality hydraulic power packs ensure consistent energy output, precision control, and durability. For Hydraulic Power Pack Manufacturers specializing in these power packs, it’s essential to prioritize efficiency, noise reduction, and compact design. Hydraulic power packs are customizable, allowing manufacturers to adapt their equipment to fit different applications and industries. As a critical component of hydraulic systems, these power packs must be produced to meet rigorous quality standards, guaranteeing reliable performance and low energy consumption.

Rubber Moulding Press Suppliers

Suppliers of rubber moulding presses are crucial intermediaries, delivering high-quality machinery to manufacturers and production facilities around the globe. A reliable Rubber Moulding Press Supplier ensures that clients have access to equipment optimized for their specific production requirements. These suppliers often provide comprehensive support, from initial equipment setup and training to maintenance and troubleshooting, helping their clients maximize the efficiency and lifespan of the machines. This support ensures uninterrupted production, quality control, and minimal downtime.

SMC Moulding Press Manufacturers

SMC (Sheet Moulding Compound) moulding presses are specialized machines used in forming composite materials. Ideal for industries like automotive and electrical, these presses enable manufacturers to produce lightweight, durable components with complex shapes. SMC Moulding Press Manufacturers design machines capable of handling high pressure and temperature, facilitating efficient moulding of thermosetting materials. With advancements in composite materials, the demand for SMC Moulding Press has risen, as they offer the precision and reliability required for producing high-quality parts in large volumes.

Choosing the Right Partner for Manufacturing Presses

For businesses in need of high-quality machinery, selecting the right manufacturing partner is essential. Companies offering Rubber Moulding Press, Hydraulic Press, and SMC Moulding Press must combine advanced engineering, quality materials, and precision manufacturing to deliver durable and efficient machinery. A dependable manufacturer provides a full range of services, from design customization and installation to training and after-sales support. In summary, the diverse range of presses and hydraulic systems supplied by Hankay Hydraulics Private Limited specialized manufacturers supports countless industries, ensuring efficient, high-quality production across sectors. Whether it’s the robustness of rubber moulding presses or the versatility of hydraulic presses, investing in advanced manufacturing equipment is a key factor in achieving operational success.

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Geomembrane Sheets: An Overview and Their Importance

Geomembrane sheets are essential materials used in various industries for containment and environmental protection purposes. Made from polymers like HDPE (High-Density Polyethylene), these sheets provide effective solutions for projects that require reliable barriers against liquids, gases, or contaminants. In this article, we will delve into the world of geomembrane sheets, their types, applications, and how to choose the right one from trusted Geomembrane suppliers and geomembrane manufacturers.

What is a Geomembrane Sheet?

A geomembrane sheet is a synthetic membrane used primarily for lining purposes. Its function is to act as a barrier to prevent the migration of fluids, gases, or other materials across surfaces. Geomembrane sheets are widely used in environmental, civil, and mining engineering applications. Due to their durability, flexibility, and resistance to chemicals and UV exposure, they are one of the most reliable solutions for various projects.

Types of Geomembrane Sheets

There are several types of geomembrane sheets available in the market, and the type you choose depends on the specific requirements of your project. The most commonly used types include:

HDPE Geomembrane Sheets: These are high-density polyethylene sheets known for their high tensile strength, flexibility, and chemical resistance. HDPE geomembrane sheet are often used in waste management systems, ponds, and other containment applications.

LDPE Geomembrane Sheets: Low-density polyethylene sheets offer more flexibility than HDPE sheets but have lower chemical resistance. They are suitable for applications where flexibility is more critical than strength.

PVC Geomembrane Sheets: PVC geomembranes are soft and flexible, often used in landfills, water reservoirs, and pond lining applications. They are less resistant to chemicals compared to HDPE sheets.

EPDM Geomembrane Sheets: EPDM is a synthetic rubber that offers superior flexibility and weather resistance, making it ideal for applications such as reservoirs, canals, and water features.

Applications of Geomembrane Sheets

Geomembrane sheets are versatile and have numerous applications across different sectors. Their primary use is to prevent the seepage of liquids or gases from one area to another, making them a critical component in environmental protection and engineering projects.

Waste Management: Geomembrane sheets are commonly used in landfills to line the base, preventing toxic leachate from contaminating groundwater. They are also used in waste containment facilities to separate hazardous waste from the environment.

Water Reservoirs and Ponds: Geomembrane sheets, especially HDPE geomembrane sheets, are widely used for lining water reservoirs and ponds. They create an impermeable barrier, ensuring that water does not seep into the surrounding soil.

Mining: In mining operations, geomembrane sheets are used to line tailings dams and heap leach pads. This helps in preventing the release of harmful chemicals into the environment and protects groundwater sources.

Agriculture: Farmers use geomembrane sheets to line irrigation ponds, prevent soil erosion, and create water storage systems.

Aquaculture: Fish farms use these sheets to line ponds, making them easier to clean and preventing contamination of water bodies.

Advantages of Using HDPE Geomembrane Sheets

Among the various types of geomembranes, HDPE geomembrane sheets are the most popular due to their impressive qualities. Here are some reasons why HDPE geomembrane sheets are widely used:

Chemical Resistance: HDPE sheets offer excellent resistance to a wide range of chemicals, making them suitable for hazardous waste containment and chemical storage applications.

UV Resistance: HDPE geomembrane sheets are highly resistant to ultraviolet radiation, which makes them durable in outdoor applications where prolonged exposure to sunlight is inevitable.

Cost-Effective: Despite their high-quality features, HDPE sheets are relatively affordable compared to other types of geomembranes. They offer a cost-effective solution for large-scale projects.

Long Lifespan: HDPE geomembrane sheets have a longer service life due to their resistance to chemicals, UV light, and environmental stress cracking. This durability makes them a preferred choice for long-term containment projects.

Easy Installation: HDPE sheets are lightweight, making them easier to transport and install. Their flexibility also allows them to conform to various surface shapes, reducing the time and effort required during installation.

Choosing the Right Geomembrane Suppliers

Selecting reliable geomembrane suppliers is crucial to ensure the quality and longevity of the geomembrane sheets you purchase. Here are some factors to consider when choosing geomembrane suppliers:

Reputation: Look for suppliers with a strong track record and positive customer reviews. Reputable suppliers will provide high-quality geomembranes and offer after-sales support.

Range of Products: The best suppliers offer a variety of geomembrane sheets, including HDPE, LDPE, PVC, and EPDM options, so that you can choose the one that best suits your project’s needs.

Compliance with Standards: Ensure that the suppliers adhere to industry standards and certifications. This guarantees that the geomembrane sheets meet the required specifications for your project.

Technical Support: Good suppliers will provide technical support, including assistance with product selection, installation guidance, and troubleshooting.

Leading Geomembrane Manufacturers

When it comes to geomembrane sheets, partnering with trusted Geomembrane manufacturers ensures that you receive products made with the highest standards of quality and precision. Some of the qualities to look for in geomembrane manufacturers include:

Expertise and Experience: Manufacturers with years of experience in the production of geomembrane sheets will have in-depth knowledge of the materials and applications. They are more likely to provide products that meet your specific requirements.

Advanced Technology: Look for manufacturers that use state-of-the-art technology in the production of geomembrane sheets. Advanced manufacturing techniques result in products with better strength, flexibility, and resistance to wear and tear.

Customization: A reliable manufacturer should offer customized solutions based on the unique requirements of your project. Whether it’s custom dimensions or specific material blends, the manufacturer should be able to accommodate your needs.

Global Reach: Manufacturers with a global footprint and distribution networks ensure that their products are easily accessible, no matter where your project is located.

Installation of Geomembrane Sheets

Proper installation of geomembrane sheets is crucial to ensure their effectiveness. The installation process usually involves the following steps:

Surface Preparation: The surface where the geomembrane will be installed must be smooth and free from debris, sharp objects, or irregularities that could damage the sheet.

Unrolling and Placing the Sheets: The geomembrane sheets are unrolled and placed over the prepared surface. HDPE sheets, being flexible, can conform to the contours of the surface.

Welding: The seams of the geomembrane sheets are welded together to create a continuous barrier. For HDPE geomembrane sheets, extrusion welding or fusion welding is commonly used.

Testing: After installation, the seams and the overall integrity of the geomembrane are tested to ensure there are no leaks or gaps.

Maintenance and Durability of Geomembrane Sheets

Though geomembrane sheets are known for their durability, regular inspection and maintenance are essential to extend their lifespan. Some tips for maintaining geomembrane sheets include:

Regular Inspections: Periodically check the sheets for signs of wear and tear, especially in areas where they may be exposed to harsh environmental conditions.

Cleaning: Keep the surface of the geomembrane free from debris, especially in aquaculture and agriculture applications where organic matter can accumulate.

Repairing Damage: Small tears or punctures can be repaired using patching techniques, but for extensive damage, replacing the affected section may be necessary.

FAQs

1. What is the lifespan of an HDPE geomembrane sheet?HDPE geomembrane sheets can last up to 20-50 years, depending on environmental conditions, exposure to chemicals, and UV radiation.

2. Can geomembrane sheets be used for potable water storage?Yes, HDPE geomembrane sheets are safe for potable water storage as they are resistant to chemicals and do not leach harmful substances.

3. How do I choose the right geomembrane thickness for my project?The thickness of the geomembrane sheet depends on the application. For waste containment and mining projects, thicker sheets are recommended, while thinner sheets may suffice for agricultural and aquaculture uses. Consult with geomembrane manufacturers for specific recommendations.

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morefloor12 · 2 months ago

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Commercial Floors

The Ultimate Guide to Commercial Floors: Everything You Need to Know

Why Commercial Flooring Matters

Any commercial space looks timeless and refined with hardwood floors. It is commonly used in settings where aesthetics are highly prized, but it is less common in areas with heavy traffic.

Durability: Commercial spaces see significantly more traffic than residential spaces. Floors in these environments need to be resilient and capable of handling daily wear and tear.

Safety: Commercial floors need to meet certain safety standards, particularly in industries like healthcare and hospitality where slip resistance and fire ratings are paramount.

Aesthetics: The appearance of your floor can enhance the overall appeal of the space, contributing to the ambiance and even branding of your business.

Maintenance: Some flooring options require more upkeep than others. Choosing a low-maintenance solution can save time and money in the long run.

Types of Commercial Flooring

There are several types of commercial flooring materials available, each suited for different types of spaces. Here’s a breakdown of some popular options:

1. Commercial Vinyl Flooring

Vinyl is one of the most popular choices for commercial floors due to its versatility and durability. Available in both vinyl sheet and luxury vinyl tile (LVT), it’s easy to install and maintain.

Advantages: It’s water-resistant, highly durable, and available in a wide range of styles that can mimic wood, stone, or tile. It’s also comfortable underfoot, reducing fatigue for people who stand for long periods.

Best for: Retail stores, offices, healthcare facilities, and schools.

2. Carpet Tiles

Carpet tiles offer flexibility in design and installation. They can be replaced individually, making maintenance much simpler in areas of heavy wear or staining.

Advantages: Excellent sound absorption, providing a quieter environment, especially in office spaces. It’s also softer underfoot, which adds comfort.

Best for: Offices, conference rooms, and hospitality areas.

3. Polished Concrete

Polished concrete is becoming an increasingly popular option for modern commercial spaces. It’s sleek, industrial, and incredibly durable.

Advantages: Concrete is virtually indestructible, easy to maintain, and can be polished to a high-gloss finish. It’s also very eco-friendly as it makes use of existing structural floors.

Best for: Warehouses, Commercial Floors retail stores, and industrial settings.

4. Commercial Hardwood Flooring

Hardwood gives any commercial space a classic, elegant appearance. While it is less popular in high-traffic locations, it is frequently utilized in places where aesthetics are highly valued.

Advantages: Classic appearance, long-lasting with proper care, and the ability to refinish. It can also increase the value of a property.

Best for: High-end retail, executive offices, and luxury hospitality areas.

5. Ceramic and Porcelain Tile

Tiles are a great option for spaces that need durable, water-resistant, and aesthetically appealing floors.

Advantages: Extremely durable, resistant to water and stains, and easy to clean. Ceramic and porcelain tiles come in a vast array of colors, sizes, and textures.

Best for: Bathrooms, kitchens, and lobbies.

6. Rubber Flooring

Rubber is frequently used in places like gyms and hospitals that need to absorb shock. It is perfect for areas where there is a lot of foot traffic or where additional safety is required because it is strong, slip-resistant, and provides some cushioning.

Advantages: Slip-resistant, comfortable underfoot, and eco-friendly. It’s also easy to clean and maintain.

Best for: Gyms, hospitals, and educational institutions.

Key Considerations When Choosing Commercial Flooring

Choosing the right flooring isn’t just about the look — here are some important factors to consider:

1. Traffic Levels

Foot traffic is heavier in some areas than others, such as corridors and lobbies. You need a floor for high-traffic areas that can endure continuous use without rapidly degrading.

2. Maintenance Requirements

How much time and money are you willing to invest on maintenance? While some flooring, like carpets, may need regular cleaning and repair, others, like polished concrete or ceramic tiles, require relatively little maintenance.

3. Safety Requirements

There are certain businesses, including healthcare and hospitality, that have safety criteria that must be met by their flooring. In these environments, moisture resistance, fire retardancy, and slip resistance are essential.

4. Budget

Your ability to install a particular style of flooring will be greatly influenced by your budget. Hardwood and tile may need a larger initial expenditure, although vinyl and carpet are typically more reasonably priced solutions.

5. Aesthetics and Branding

The correct flooring may improve the appearance and feel of your area while enhancing the perception of your business. Commercial Floors luxury options like stone or hardwood tiles can create a statement, while more practical materials like rubber or vinyl fulfill useful functions.

Installation and Maintenance

Your business floor’s lifespan depends on proper installation. To guarantee the greatest outcomes, it’s critical to work with experts in commercial flooring installation. Upkeep is equally important. Your flooring will last longer and look great for many years with regular cleaning, repairs, and refinishing (for materials like wood).

Installation Tips:

Ensure the subfloor is properly prepared.

Follow manufacturer guidelines for adhesive and underlayment.

Allow adequate curing time before using the floor.

Maintenance Tips:

Use appropriate cleaning products based on the flooring material.

Regularly inspect for damage or wear.

Schedule professional deep cleaning or refinishing as needed.

Eco-Friendly Commercial Flooring Options

In the field of commercial construction, sustainability is quickly rising to the top. When searching for environmentally friendly commercial flooring options, take into account materials such as:

Recycled Carpet Tiles: Made from recycled fibers, these tiles reduce waste and can be recycled again at the end of their life cycle.

Bamboo: A renewable resource that grows quickly and offers the same aesthetic appeal as hardwood.

Cork Flooring: Harvested from the bark of the cork oak tree, making it renewable and sustainable.

Final Thoughts: Choosing the Right Commercial Floor for Your Space

A space’s functioning and aesthetics are greatly influenced by its commercial floors. There is a material selection for any kind of business and budget, ranging from vinyl to concrete to hardwood. Considerations for flooring selection include traffic volume, safety, upkeep, and cost. To get the most out of your flooring’s durability and performance, don’t undervalue the significance of expert installation and routine care.

Effective business flooring may significantly impact the success of any location, be it an industrial powerhouse, a long-lasting retail store, or a friendly office setting.

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