#s.o.e.

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Highly recommended

[anamhr]

VISITA A PRAGA REINHARD HEYDRICH Y LA OPERACIÓN ANTHROPOID 

En la anterior entrada del blog os he dejado un breve timeline sobre Praga. Hoy quiero pararme en un hecho que tuvo lugar durante la época nazi. No es mi especialidad esta etapa de la Historia, por lo que pido disculpas por no extenderme más allá de lo que ha sido mi interés y la curiosidad que me movió a conocer el sitio donde tuvo lugar este hecho histórico. Continue reading VISITA A PRAGA…

[damez1979]

Call of Duty - WWII - S. O. E.

[userpeggycarter]

PEGGY WEEK 2024

day one — 20th century ⏳

@lgbtqcreators creator bingo 💖 overlay.

Margaret Elizabeth "Peggy" Carter began her long life of service as a code-breaker for Bletchley Park during World War II. She was then invited to be an agent for the Special Operations Executive (S.O.E) as one of their first female spies; later she joined the Strategic Scientific Reserve (S.S.R.) and remained there after the war. Carter fought alongside Captain America and his team and was considered an honorary Howling Commando by them, even leading the team after the Captain's "death". With the dissolution of the S.S.R. a few years after the war ended, Carter became a co-founder of the Strategic Homeland Intervention, Enforcement, and Logistics Division (S.H.I.E.L.D.). Eventually, she reached the status of director of said agency, a position she held until her retirement. She died peacefully in her sleep in 2016.

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[malewifegradyruewen]

Look maybe the fandom has talked about this before but I was a literal child when the fandom was born so I'm gonna talk about it now. Childhood is temporary but fandom is forever (no it's not)

Peggy Carter's birthday on the MCU wiki is listed as April 8, 1921. Based on some speculative timelines, we can determine that the events of Captain America: The First Avenger span from approximately June 1943 to March 1945, so Peggy would have been between the ages of 22 years 2 months and 23 years 11 months.

Agent Carter season 1 takes place in April/May 1946, which we know because the season finale happens on the first anniversary of V-E Day on May 8. It's not entirely clear how many days pass over the course of the season (unless it is and I'm just not dedicated enough), but given that episodes 5-8 seem to happen over the course of about 50 hours, it seems safe to say it's about a week to ten days. This means Peggy is 25 years 1 month old at the end of the season.

However, in S01E01 "The Iron Ceiling" Daniel looks at Peggy's file to cross-reference an injury she received with the ones in the photos of the blonde at the club, who is of course Peggy in disguise. The incident report shows her age at the time of the injury as 26 years 11 months old.

(ignore the fact that I took a picture of my laptop with my phone, the top right corner has her age)

These means one of a few things is possible. The first is that the show got her age wrong on accident, either because they didn't know her birthday or they didn't scrutinize the timeline like a fandom does, which is very likely but boring. Second is that it's possible her birthday was made canon after the show, which is also possible and boring. Another possibility is that the MCU wiki has her birthdate wrong, stating that she is younger than canon says she is, which seems unlikely to me and is also a boring explanation.

The most fun and most headcanon-y explanation is that she really was born in 1921 but she, for whatever reason, lied about her age and said she was born in 1918, making her 28 years 1 month old at the time of the first season.

1918 seems the most logical year because the show implies Daniel doesn't know about the injury, but it is established that the two have known each other for six months. If she was 27 at the time of the show the injury would be two months old and Daniel would likely know about it. Additionally, the wound appears as healed scars, meaning it has been healed for some time, likely longer than two months.

Assuming she only lied about her birth year and not the actual day, a birth year of 1918 places the injury in March 1945, which makes logical sense with the timeline of CA:TFA, placing the event in the approximately two weeks between Cap going in the ice and her birthday.

1918 also makes sense because, assuming she got involved with S.O.E. in 1940 like the show depicts, she would have been about 19 pretending to be 22. If she had lied and said she was much older, it seems likely she would have been caught in the lie. Additionally, Steve was born in 1918, Bucky and Howard in 1917, and Daniel and Jack sometime in 1918 or 1919 (the wiki is vague for both of them), so her supposed age would be consistent with the ages of the people she worked with.

I personally headcanon that she was born in 1921 and lied that she was born in 1918. I also headcanon that Michael was born in 1918 and they used the same year as if they were twins, which has far less basis in canon and is more of a little treat for me.

If anyone has insight/proof of some other alternative/theories/headcanons, let me know because I would love to hear!

[mlmxreader]

The Hateful Kind | Indiana Jones x gn!reader

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requested by @wandalfnation

↳ ❝ I love you, can I please have 181 with Indy 👉🏻👈🏻 ❞

: ̗̀➛ Indiana Jones requests the help of the S.O.E, and although they're happy to provide him one of their Corporals, it isn't exactly love at first sight.

trigger warnings: ̗̀➛ swearing, war crimes (technically), smoking

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"I am not fuckin' workin' with a yank!" You howled out, pleading with your superior officer. "You gotta do something about this, Maj, this ain't fuckin' fair!"

Major shook his head as he grinned to himself quite smugly, shoving his hands in his pockets at the cigarette dangled from his lips. The ash stained his once pretty S.O.E. uniform, but at least it covered the blood stains. "No can do, Corporal. Besides, Doctor Jones here is an expert in his field."

You glared at the American with his stupidly handsome stubbled jaw and his stupidly charming half grin and his stupidly pretty brown eyes. Your eyes narrowed at him. "I'm not shakin' his fuckin' hand."

Doctor Jones nodded curtly. "It's a pleasure, Corporal. I've heard grey things."

You spat at his feet. "One word. And I will lop that pretty head from your shoulders."

"Go see the Indian air division," Major ordered, waiting until you were out of ear shot before he turned to Jones and smiled apologetically. "My Corporal is a good man, with a good heart. I do promise that this all just novelty."

Jones shrugged as he laughed softly. "He seems quite opinionated."

"You have no idea," Major replied with a heavy sigh. "One word about the brown shirts in Germany, and he's off on another tangent saying we should kill the lot."

"I'm inclined to agree," Jones hummed.

"Aren't we all?" Major huffed, throwing his finished cigarette aside and lighting another. "But my point is, he's rather loud and brash on the outside... he's actually a very good tactician. Specialises in sabotage and deception, so I do trust he's the right man for your... expedition?"

Jones nodded. "He doesn't seem so happy about it."

"Oh, he'll live," Major waved off. "Just keep him fed, and bribe him with cigarettes... rather like a dog."

Jones smiled to himself as he made a note of it.

"This is bullshit!" You howled loudly as you sat between Perveen and Mohinder.

Perveen was an Indian pilot who had joined the air force a couple of years ago; a man of thirty five, he stood rather tall, with a thick, medium length, tidy black beard. His dark eyes seemed to sparkle in the low light, and the stars seemed to cling to his olive green dastar.

He nodded in agreement, his hand resting on the hilt of his kirpan. "I cannot believe they have you working for an American! Is this what the world has come to?!"

"Exactly!" You howled. "It's such fucking bullshit! I should be with you daft cunts, not those evil fucks!"

Perveen nodded again, tugging at his jacket when he felt a slight chill from the wind. "The day I work with an American is when I kill myself."

"Oh, believe me," you huffed out. "I'm very fucking close to doing it."

"You're both being a little brash," Mohinder hummed. "Don't you think?"

Mohinder was an Indian pilot as well, and had joined a couple of years before Perveen; he was approaching his forty fifth birthday, and although his beard wasn't much shorter, it was easy to see the grey amongst the strands of black. He always said Perveen was making him go grey. His dastar was a beautiful brownish green colour.

He was always the calmer, more democratic, of the three of you, and the Major always made it obvious when he praised his attitude... and ability to keep you and Perveen on a very short lead.

"No!" You and Perveen called out loudly.

Mohinder sighed, and pinched the bridge of his nose. "Just because he's American it doesn't make him evil."

"Doesn't it?" Perveen growled out. "Didn't they commit genocide against the indigenous people there?"

"Well, yes-"

"So why the fuck are we working with them?" Perveen hissed out. "They're no better than those goose stepping cunts from Germany!"

You nodded in agreement. "Finally! Someone with some fucking common sense!"

"I just think," Mohinder said slowly as he tossed a cigarette packet at you and a little bag of decent coffee at Perveen. "Perhaps there is a bigger enemy for the moment."

You scowled at Jones as he went over the supplies. The room was all but desolate, everything stocked in preparation for what was about to come; people like you and him weren't welcome in Germany, and you weren't about to go anywhere unprepared for whatever was waiting.

"So, you're in trouble for killing prisoners," he hummed, almost curiously.

You nodded. "Aye."

"Any reason why you did it?" He asked.

"They supported genocide," you said calmly. "So I executed them."

He nodded to himself. "Well, if you do that while we're away, I'm not gonna tell anyone."

You raised a brow. "No?"

"No," he chuckled. "If anything I might help you... I got no time for goose stepping book burners."

You nodded curtly, and lit a cigarette from the packet Mohinder had given you. "Got it, Jones."

"Indiana," he told you, giving you a rather pleading look. "Please."

Your lip curled, exposing your canine tooth as you shook your head. "Jones."

"Are you all so formal?" He asked with a raised brow.

"No," you deadpanned. "We're just not on an informal basis."

He hummed, and focused his attention back on the supplies whilst you stood by and smoked; a guard dog by the door to keep away the monsters of the night.

Indiana wasn't stupid, he could see that your posture came not from instinct and natural condition - it was trained and beaten into you by years of discipline under the Major's command.

He liked that.

You weren't trying to intimidate him, but you were still refusing to waste his time by pretending that you thought he was a nice, smart, guy - you thought he was shit, and made no secret of it.

At least you were honest, although maybe not so great for conversation. But maybe that could be helped once you had gotten used to his company and realised he was going to be next to you for a lot of shit.

The plane journey was short, but the moment that you were allowed off, you grabbed your things and immediately started to abandon Jones; he was quick to chase after you, and used a spare bit of rope to lasso your legs and drag you over to him.

"Hey! Hey! Don't fucking walk away from me!"

You untangled your legs from the rope, and immediately pushed him back. "I am not your fucking friend, Doctor Jones, I will walk away from you as I fucking please."

He glared at you, then grabbed your shoulders, his gaze dropping to your mouth for a moment. "Nobody walks away from me. Not even you."

You grabbed his shirt in your hands, and snarled. "I do what the fuck I want, and I don't answer to men like you."

"You're too disobedient," he hissed. "Too rash and too much of a brute."

You scowled as you looked at his mouth. "You're too big mouthed, Jones."

He met you halfway when he kissed you, and you only kissed him back as you tugged on his shirt and pulled him towards the closest bushes; Indiana followed eagerly, grinning as he tried not to fall over the rocks and twigs.

You were going to hate working together.

[yourobedientserpent]

Alfred Through the Ages

Golden Age: Alfred Pennyworth Beagle is Bumbling Comedy Relief: "Oi'm Somethin' of an Amateur Sleuth Meself, Mawster Bruce."

Silver Age: Alfred Pennyworth is a Staid Reliable Manservant: "Commissioner Gordon is on the Batphone, sir."

Bronze Age: Alfred Pennyworth has Hidden Depths as a Former Badass S.O.E. Veteran who had an Illegitimate Daughter with a member of the French Resistance.

Iron Age: Alfred Pennyworth is Snarky Comedy Relief: "I Diapered Your Bottom, Master Bruce."

Postmodern Age: Alfred Pennyworth has Hidden Depths tapped for Black Comedy Relief: "I am a Snarky Retired Badass and You Will Never Find All the Guns I've Hidden Around The Manor, Master Bruce."

[kramlabs]

“We are in a asymmetric protracted war against the Federal Emergency Management Agency, and that’s not hyperbole”

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Reminder: "This is James Yeager for Tactical Response reminding you that your responsibility to be ready for the fight, never ends."

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[thisbluespirit]

Article from the Reading Evening Post 14th january 1988 p2, featuring an interview with Suzanna Hamilton about the TV series Wish Me Luck.

WARS make heroes. Throughout history most of them have been men. It has been the fate of women to weep and wait—and ultimately suffer all the more. Modern warfare and modern thinking changed all that. Suddenly it was possible for women to make an immense, brave and determining contribution to the war effort. Making bombs, sewing blankets, knitting socks was no longer all there was.

In the last war, the S.O.E. that rogue organisation committed to sabotage and subterfuge to confuse the enemy in Europe, recruited hundreds of women. Many of them were ordinary civilians called upon to fulfil extraordinary tasks with an extraordinary degree of courage. Their story has all too rarely been told - yet they remain the bravest, most selfless figures in a towering and complex tapestry of staunch patriotism and human valour. Now their light is being taken from behind the bushel of secrecy and allowed to shine forth in a revealing and moving drama series which gives some idea of the astonishing and unsung tasks they performed in the battle to free Europe from Nazism.

In 'Wish Me Luck' LWT have made a major drama series which deals with the exploits of just two 'typical' S.O.E. agents—different, very different from each other but examples of the wide-ranging types of women drawn into the battle for freedom.

One is Liz; mother of a young child whose husband is already serving overseas. She has a comfortable middle class background, a mother with a large house in the country, a cosy life-style - and a desperate need to do more to help the war effort.

Then there is Matty; half French and Jewish, half Cockney—she opens her mouth before engaging her brain, is fearless and frighteningly enthusiastic, bright as a button but conscious of not being out of 'the right drawer'.

Between them, these two young women epitomise the wide net which was thrown across the civilian population to draw in all those with some skill to use, some enthusiasm to cash in on.

Playing Matty is a young actress who has already gained an enviable reputation with her name alongside some of the acting greats such as Richard Burton and John Hurt—not to mention rock star-turned thespian, Sting.

Suzanna Hamilton first made a name for herself when she was cast in the film of the children's classic 'Swallows and Amazons'. Subsequently came Wildcats of St Trinians - and then Brimstone and Treacle, 1983, and Out of Africa."It was Out of Africa which got me noticed by the producers of 'Wish Me Luck', says tomboyish Suzanna. "But I still had to go and be seen by a panel of about seven people. They took so long making their minds up that it was about two months before I got another call - I'd almost forgotten about it."

Taking on the role of Matty though proved to be unforgettable as Suzannah immersed herself in the brave history of the women of the S.O.E. and spent long hours talking to the series advisor Yvonne Cormeau - who was a real life wartime agent. She is now 77, yet Yvonne retains a vitality which gives some indication of the qualities she - and the many other recruits - must have had for the almost impossible tasks they were called upon to do.

"She was wonderful on all the details," says Suzannah, "and I have also read a lot about the period, before then I only knew a tiny bit about the 40s."

As Matty, Suzannah goes through some of the horrendous hardships that real-life S.O.E. agents had to suffer—but she knew only too well that, at the end, she could escape to a warm bed and a cup of coffee.

"There is one scene later in the series where I am being tortured by being held under a shower with a towel wrapped round my head—it was a way of torturing people so if they didn't talk they slowly drowned. While doing it I kept thinking about the women that it really happened to and how they must have felt—and I was only under there for 30 seconds."

The other incident which really tested Suzannah's courage was a rooftop scene which entailed her being carried through a high window by co-star Jeremy Northam.

"I'm a bit like Matty, a bit of a tomboy, often getting things wrong," Suzannah confesses, "but I've got no head for heights. On the roof—at the end of Chatham Docks - I suddenly got that horrible feeling of vertigo. I thought I was going to faint. Jeremy told me to just keep looking straight at him and not to look down. But it's not something I would have liked to do twice!"

The series also stars Cambridge graduate Kate Buffery as Liz and Julian Glover as Colonel James Cadogan. Jane Asher plays a tough, committed S.O.E. intelligence officer whose job it is to help recruit and look after the special agents and Warren Clarke is German SS Officer Colonel Krieger.

[twisted-wonderland-but-gayer]

Dude America!Yuu is so fucked now, even without the whole LGBTQ+ S.O.E thing, with canada being on fire (again) the air quality in northern states like Minnesota (where I am) and NYC especially have PLUMMETED, and the thing last year with the whole 'selling the Arctic for fossil fuels' scare.

AGdnieHdbswpruxHcamka I’m sorry I'm just rambling about this I may or may not have a couple thousand words written about this mixed with the great seven parents 👀

I'm interested 👀

[the-gentleman-adventurer]

For many, life is like an online role-playing game where a single mistake could be catastrophic. The major difference is that in real life, there's no respawning—it's a permanent game over! Don't think it couldn't happen to you? You could find yourself in an emergency situation at any time from war, family breakdown, or financial hardship. In the Red Queen's Race to earn enough just to survive, you might find yourself just three bad months away from living on the streets.

If this is the scenario you find yourself in, life is not an adventure, it's a jungle. A jungle where your goal is to stay alive and find a way out, a way home, a path to safety. In cases like this you don't need the advise of an adventurer, you need to listen to a survivor.

Colonel Freddie Spencer, DSO & Bar, ED was both! Before World War II he was an Arctic explorer and Himalayan mountaineer, a diplomat and a teacher. His exploits read like they were taken straight out of an adventure novel. As war approached he joined the Seaforth Highlanders and his talents in the Arctic were tapped for a number of still-born schemes until eventually he ended up in Singapore as the head of the Special Training School 101 for S.O.E., mere months before it's fall to the Japanese. For the next three years he survived behind enemy lines in Malaya and in 1948 he produced a seminal work on survival based on those years. Interestingly he talks about a mindset that can be applied to any "hostile" environment.

"My experience is that the length of life of the British private soldier accidentally left behind in the Malayan jungle was only a few months, while the average N.C.O., being more intelligent, might last a year or even longer. To them the jungle seemed predominantly hostile, being full of man-eating tigers, deadly fevers, venomous snakes and scorpions, natives with poisoned darts, and a host of half-imagined nameless terrors. They were unable to adapt themselves to a new way of life and a diet of rice and vegetables; in this green hell they expected to be dead within a few weeks - and as a rule they were. The other school of thought, that the jungle teems with wild animals, fowls, and fish which are simply there for the taking, and that luscious tropical fruits - paw-paw, yams, bread-fruit and all that, drop from the trees, is equally misleading. The truth is that the jungle is neutral. It provides any amount of fresh water, and unlimited cover for friend as well as foe - an armed neutrality, if you like, but neutrality nevertheless. It is the attitude of mind that determines whether you go under or survive. 'There is nothing either good or bad, but thinking makes it so.' The jungle itself is neutral."

When your world is a jungle remember, the jungle is neutral! View your environment as neither good nor bad, expect nothing and accept what comes, both good and bad. Beware the dangers but learn to survive on what is available, Spencer for example could not have survived without the support of the Communist Chinese guerillas.

“The things which we actually need are free for all, or else cheap; nature craves only bread and water. No one is poor according to this standard; when a man has limited his desires within these bounds, he can challenge the happiness of Jove himself.” Seneca quoting Epicurus

Your reality, your 'jungle', might be a harsh one, no one is trying to downplay your problem. The point here is to encourage you to fix the things you can fix and survive the things you can't. This agrees with Taoist metaphysics, where distinctions between good and bad, along with other black-and-white moral judgments, are perceptual rather than real.

There are some things that cannot be beaten and will never go away: lifelong, chronic or terminal illness, intergenerational poverty, old age... With these you can only play the long game, you can survive them as long as you keep putting one foot in front of the other on your escape route.

Freddie Spencer survived the jungle, the war, and had a productive and respected career as an educator. However in 1971 he took his own life due to chronic war injuries. If you or anyone you know has similar problems, help them survive!

[researching-in-the-rain]

sir edwin hardy amies

Sir Edwin Hardy Amies occupies a special place in the long and entangled history of espionage and fashion. Over his long career, he was dressmaker to the Queen, Savile Row stalwart, costume designer for 2001: A Space Odyssey, and creator of both the 1972 Olympic and 1966 World Cup uniforms. As an author, he wrote books on fashion as well as two delightful memoirs. That he was also a lieutenant colonel in the S.O.E. and said to be involved in an operation known as Ratweek—the coordinated killing of Nazi officials and collaborators in occupied countries—is a part of his story that remains largely overlooked even today.

[outta-my-tree]

Lieutenant Roméo Sabourin (January 1, 1923 – September 14, 1944) was a Canadian soldier and spy during World War II.

Born in Montreal, Quebec, Sabourin joined the Canadian Army, serving in the Canadian Intelligence Corps. Because of his training and fluency in both the French and the English languages, he was recruited into the Special Operations Executive (SOE).

From England, he was parachuted into occupied France where he worked with the French Resistance, but was captured by the Gestapo with members of the Robert Benoist group and shipped to Buchenwald concentration camp on August 27, 1944.

Twenty-one-year-old Roméo Sabourin was executed by the Nazis at Buchenwald on September 14, 1944, along with two other Canadian SOE agents, Frank Pickersgill and John Kenneth Macalister. (Wikipedia)

Above:: l-r, Frank Pickersgill, Romeo Sabourin and John Kenneth Macalister

Above: Official Canadian army overseas casualty notification to Lieutenant Sabourin’s mother, Mme. Flore Sabourin, née Desjardins.

Above: Letter to Mme. Sabourin from Colonel l. J. Buckmaster expressing sympathy and explaining some of the circumstances of Romeo Sabourin’s death.

Lieutenant Sabourin is honored on the Groesbeek Memorial in the Groesbeek Canadian War Cemetery in the Netherlands. As one of the SOE agents who died for the liberation of France, Lieutenant Sabourin is listed on the "Roll of Honor" on the Valençay SOE Memorial in the town of Valençay, in the Indre département. (Link to Valençay SOE Memorial Wikipedia page at bottom)

Above left: Record of Lieutenant Sabourin’s memory at the Groesbeek Memorial, and (above right) his name inscribed, along with that of his compatriot, Frank Pickersgill.

Above: The Groesbeek Memorial in the Groesbeek Canadian War Cemetery in the Netherlands.

Above: S.O.E. Monument, London, England, a bronze bust dedicated to the Special Operations Executive (SOE), commemorating the heroism of the secret agents who led covert operations against the Nazis, located on the south bank of the Thames, London.

Above: Plaque at Tempsford Airfield Gibraltar Farm commemorating those who flew from the secret airfield into Europe to aid in the Resistance against the Nazis. (2.3 miles northeast of Sandy, Bedfordshire, England)

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You Might Have To | Aldo Raine x gn!reader

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↳ ❝ Hi can I request Aldo with the prompts 16 is that how much you missed me and 27 because you always go where I go please? ❞

: ̗̀➛ Aldo isn't so sure about the latest mission, as it's too risky and there's too much of a personal toll that he might have to take.

trigger warnings: ̗̀➛ swearing, smoking, jealousy

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Aldo wasn’t sure about it as he clenched his jaw and stared at you from across the table; the plan was simple and it would have been effective, especially with the use of shock troop tactics, but there was a nagging feeling in the back of his head that it would all go so very fucking wrong, and he couldn’t bear the thought of something happening to you.

His favourite Basterd, his second in command ever since he had made the fucking group; you were smart, a great tactician with a slight speciality in using the same sniper skills as Francis Pegahmagabow used to during the first world war.

You were proud, loyal, and there was no word for the amount of bravery that you held within yourself; you had the nerve and you had the blood, and Aldo almost couldn’t believe that you were fucking real.

After all the time you had spent together, and Aldo still found himself enamoured by the way that you managed to roll a cigarette with one hand. 

But he wasn’t sure about the plan, and when he looked at you, he knew that he wouldn’t - couldn’t - risk it; maybe he was being foolish, maybe he was letting personal attachment get in the way of the mission, but he knew he wouldn’t do it.

Even if the General chewed him out and spat him on the floor, he wouldn’t do it. He would not fucking do it.

He sniffled, and took a drag from the cigarette that you had rolled him, daring to shake his head. 

“We ain’t fuckin’ doin’ this bullshit,” he all but huffed out, the words accentuated by the light grey smoking falling between his lips. “Too much fuckin’ around and it’s too fuckin’ risky. We ain’t fuckin’ doin’ it.”

You frowned a little as you licked your lips and let out a shaky sigh, rolling a cigarette. “It’s too much fucking around. Me and Wicki can be in, get the ranks dishevelled, and be out before you can see the clock strike five past midnight.”

Aldo shook his head, adamant. “Nah. Ain’t doin’ it.”

“Aldo-”

“You’ve already been gone for too fuckin’ long,” he pointed out with a sharp growl. “Ain’t ya?”

You hoped that he would not bring up your little side mission with the S.O.E., but couldn’t say that you were surprised either as you rolled your eyes. “You’re not still jealous of that Major.”

“I dunno,” he shrugged. “Maybe you shouldn’t’a been fuckin’ gallavantin’ off with a bunch o’ fuckin’ Brits the minute they fuckin’ asked for ya.”

“Is that how much you missed me?” You asked, lighting the cigarette and taking a drag. “Enough to make you jealous?”

Aldo glared at you, and shook his head slowly as he sucked his teeth for a split second. “Nah, it’s because you always go where I go, and that was the fuckin’ deal, weren’t it? We made the Basterds, we fuckin’ came up with doin’ all this so we could fuckin’ kill Nazis - and you’re fuckin’ off with some fuckin’ blue-eyed Major because… what?”

“Because he knew my history,” you pointed out with a sharp hiss. “He knew my expertise and he needed it. That ain’t never his fault, and you fucking know that, Aldo. You know that, so stop acting like a cunt and get the fuck over it.”

He chucked his cigarette aside, and crossed over to you; in a quick swoop, he had you sat on his lap as he kept your body as close to his as the position would allow. “I know your history a little bit fuckin’ more than he ever did, and it don’t change the fact that you ain’t goin’ nowhere.”

You put your hands on his shoulders, and scoffed as you did your best not to smile at him brightly. “Fine, alright. So what do we do instead, then? Sit around waiting for them to come and find us and fucking kill us?”

“If that’s what it means to not risk ya,” Aldo nodded curtly. “Then yeah, fuck it.”

You wanted to scowl and to knock some fucking sense into him and make him see that the mission was the only way that the Basterds were going to get out and to make it safely to the next point; but Aldo was stubborn, and you couldn’t do anything except laugh softly as you dared to lean down slightly and kiss him.

He kissed back, all but melting into it until you pulled away and shook your head. 

“You are the most stubborn fucking man on this planet, Raine,” you told him with a bitten back laugh. “You know that, don’t you?”

Aldo shrugged as he patted your lower back and leaned back slightly. “And you fuckin’ love me for it, don’t ya?”

“Against my better judgement,” you agreed. “You can’t keep doing this, you know. I’m a soldier, Aldo. Killing Nazis is exactly why I’m here - you can’t keep pulling me away from the bullets just because I might get hurt.”

“Killed,” he corrected. “Maimed. Murdered. Tortured.”

“Still,” you sighed, gently running a deft finger across his jaw. “You can’t keep pulling me away and refusing to let me do my duty.”

“But-”

“You can’t,” you glared at him, but even he could see the sadness behind your eyes. “I joined the war to make sure those cunts stop committing genocide. I will fight to make sure that they fucking stop. You can’t keep pulling me away. It’s my duty.”

Aldo frowned as he nodded. “You’re right. I know you’re fuckin’ right, baby, but… what if I lose ya, huh? What the fuck am I gonna do? Go home and wake up every night missin’ you? Fuckin’ remember all the shit we used to get up to together til I’m cryin’?”

You licked your lips, and swallowed thickly as you allowed a shaky sigh to push through from your nose. “You might have to, baby. You may have to.”

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