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𝑻𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝑻𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝑩𝒊𝒏𝒅 (𝑹𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏 𝑹𝒆𝒊𝒈𝒏𝒔 𝒙 𝑶𝑪) - 𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑻𝒘𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒚-𝑶𝒏𝒆

Masterlist

Character Profiles/Face Claims

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A/N: I cannot begin to apologise enough for how long it's taken to get this fucking chapter out. I'm in the process of moving house (which keeps being pushed back), and I'm still going through some medical/health stuff, so my priorities have shifted a little. Anyways, I hope you enjoy this chapter for what it is, and I'm enjoying laying down these building blocks for what will happen in future chapters! Got a couple of things lined up, some collaborations I'm working on, both in and out of the WWE fandom. :) Hope everyone's okay and taking care of themselves <3

CW/TW: mentions of violence, implications of misogyny, trafficiking, all-around creepy behaviour, definitely a lil discrimination

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This had become Nate’s routine. Laid on her back on the bench, earbuds firmly in place as she drowned out the world with the heavy pulse of some random industrial rock playlist she found on Spotify. The weight bar hovering above her, muscles straining as she pushed through another set. Sweat dripping down her temple, soaking into the fabric of her shirt.

A desperate attempt to channel the whirlwind of emotions that came with uncovering Alexei’s depravity. She couldn’t stomach being at the house anymore, not with Boris prowling around. Not with Alexei lingering like a dark cloud. Tribeca was her sanctuary now, and the gym was where she could think.

Or not think.

She exhaled, her eyes shutting as she powered through her final rep. The bright fluorescent lights above glowed harshly against her closed lids. But as she pushed the bar back onto its rack, the light seemed to dim.

Her eyes snapped open, and her heart jolted in her chest.

“Jesus Christ!” she gasped, nearly dropping the bar in her shock.

Rhea moved in an instant, her hands gripping the bar to steady it before it could crash down onto Nate’s chest—or worse, her face. “Careful,” she said, almost teasingly. “Don’t go ruining that pretty face of yours.”

Nate sat up quickly, yanking the earbuds out of her ears. Her heart was thumping, though she wasn’t sure if it was from the weights or the sudden appearance of Rhea. “Bloody hell, Rhea! What are you doing?”

Rhea straightened, that infuriating smirk plastered on her face. “Nice to see you too,” she said. “Been a while, ‘ey?”

Grabbing a towel from the bench beside her, Nate dabbed at her face. “A while? Try ages. I haven’t heard from you since Pries–”

“I could say the same thing to you,” Rhea shrugged. “You’ve been ghosting me just as much.”

“I’ve been… around,” Nate muttered, avoiding eye contact as she reached for her water bottle.

“Right,” Rhea said sceptically. “Around.” She let the word echo, folding her arms as she studied Nate.

Nate sighed, knowing she wasn’t going to win this one. “What do you want, Ripley?”

Stepping closer, Rhea lowered her voice, speaking with a rare seriousness. “I want to talk. And here’s not exactly the best place for it.” She glanced around the gym, where a few other patrons were scattered.

Nate hesitated, instincts kicking her in the back of the head. “Talk? About…?”

“Not here,” Rhea insisted, narrowing her eyes. “Let’s go for a walk.”

“A fucking walk…” Nate mumbled, wiping her hands on the towel. “Alright,” she finally agreed, slinging the towel over her shoulder. “Let me get my stuff.”

“Good.” Rhea gave her a curt nod, moving to the side to allow Nate to get up properly and head over to where she’d put her gym bag.

“The things I do for you…” Nate continued to mutter under her breath, not caring that Rhea had heard her and only influenced the smug smile on her face.

For how cold it was outside, Rhea sure kept an unbothered air about her as she stuffed her hands into the pockets of her leather jacket. Meanwhile, Nate shivered beneath her hoodie, her eyes flicking around as though she were mentally sifting through the myriad of problems that weighed her down and what the fuck Rhea wanted to talk to her about.

“So,” the Aussie began casually, glancing sideways at Nate. “How’ve you been? Besides the obvious stress workout back there.”

Nate gave a half-hearted shrug. “Fine. Busy.”

“Fine?” Rhea snorted. “Busy? Those words mean jack shit coming from you.”

“It’s true though,” Nate smirked. “I’ve just had a lot going on.”

“How’s Katya?”

Nate’s jaw tightened. “She’s… managing.”

Rhea nodded, watching Nate’s profile closely as they crossed the street. “You’re not gonna tell me everything, are you?”

Shooting her a sidelong leer, Nate just huffed. “Not much to tell.”

“Bullshit.” Rhea grinned. “You forget, Volkov, I know you better than most. Something’s up.”

Nate’s hand brushed over her gym bag strap, a nervous habit. “It’s just the shipment,” she said, aiming for nonchalance. “Trying to figure out who killed Priest and stole our stuff.”

“You’re still working on that?” Rhea asked as the grin faded.

Nate stopped walking, turning to face her. “And you’re not? He was your best friend, Rhea. Someone killed him and took our shipment. Whoever did it could be coming for all of us next.”

Rhea sighed, glancing down the street before locking eyes with Nate again. “We’ve been looking, alright? Judgement Day’s first thought was Bunny. You know how things were between him and Priest.”

Nate didn’t react, but her chest jolted a little.

“We went to Bunny’s compound,” Rhea continued. “Place was deserted. Shell casings everywhere, signs of a shootout. Whoever hit it didn’t leave much behind.”

All Nate could do was nod along, pretend like she wasn’t in the middle of that very shootout, right beside Roman as the chaos unfolded. Like she didn’t already know that Bunny wasn’t in any way, shape, or form involved in any of this. Admitting so was not an option.

But Rhea was vigilant. Too vigilant for her own good at times.

“You’re quiet.”

“Just thinking,” Nate muttered nonchalantly.

Rhea gave her a long, assessing once over, before continuing as though she hadn’t even asked. “Obviously we’ve considered your family.”

Nate shook her head and rolled her eyes. “I told you already—it wasn’t us. Dad has his vices, but he isn’t that stupid, you know that.”

They walked in silence for a bit further before Rhea gestured toward Duane Park. It wasn’t far, a small green space nestled among the buildings, quiet enough for a private conversation. They found a bench beneath a tree, and Nate regretted sitting as soon as the cold metal hit her legs; she knew she should have changed into jeans or something before she left the gym…

“There’s only one option left who could have orchestrated the whole thing,” Rhea leaned forward, resting her elbows on her knees.

“And who’s that?” Nate asked.

“The Bloodline… It’s gotta be, dude, they’re the only ones with that kind of power around here.”

And without even thinking about it, Nate was on her feet, as if the icy surface of the bench had burned her. “No. It wasn’t them.”

Blinking, Rhea lifted her head to meet Nate’s suddenly elevated gaze. “And you’re sure about that?”

“Yes,” Nate firmly insisted, though she felt the cracks in her composure. “It doesn’t make sense. Why would they target Priest? Why would they steal a shipment like that when they have all the weapons in the world?”

Rhea leaned back, folding her arms as she looked her friend up and down. “Funny,” she said with a hint of humour. “You’re awfully quick to defend them.”

Nate’s throat tightened and she attempted to, tried to backtrack, to mask her mistake. “It’s not a defence. It’s logic. Roman doesn’t operate like that—if he wanted something, he’d take it head-on, not orchestrate some elaborate scheme. If he wanted that shipment, he’d just pay extra, he’d just pay more than what my dad paid for our half!”

Tilting her head, a suspicious, curious, mischievous little smile crept onto Rhea’s face, unpainted lips stretching into a dimple on her cheek. “Uh-huh…” They stared at each other, a silence tightening between them like a taut wire. Then, Rhea stood up and took a small step closer, her ocean eyes piercing through Nate’s.

“Wait… you haven’t… spent time with Roman Reigns, have you?”

Nate’s eyes flickered with alarm. “Bloody he—what? What are you talking about?” She didn’t even register just how high her voice became in her defence.

Rhea grinned. Wide. “Oh, come on, Volkov… You’re involved with Roman Reigns?”

“Alright, Ripley, keep your voice down,” Nate warned, glancing to the side to ensure no one was within earshot. “And no, I’m not, so drop it, will ya?” she mumbled with clenched teeth.

A genuine, full-bodied laugh fell from the Aussie’s lips, echoing in the small park. “Wow… Of all people you? The queen of ‘I don’t trust anyone,’ ‘family is everything’ cozying up to The Tribal Chief himself.”

“It’s not like that. Seriously, Rhea, shut it.”

Rhea smirked but lowered her voice. “You’re a terrible liar, Nate. Always have been. At least to people like me, people who know you. Or thought they knew yo–”

Nate cut her off with a groan, running both her hands over her face. “This isn’t a joke.”

“No, it’s not,” Rhea agreed. “But damn, dude, this is ironic. I bet he’s got you all twisted up.”

“Rhea,” Nate repeated, her voice sharp, but the edge softened by the fainted tremor of weariness. She was unravelling, and they both knew it. “Just… stop. Please.”

Rhea’s smirk faded at the genuine plea laced in Nate’s tone. Whatever amusement she’d found in the situation dissipated, leaving only the shock of her realisation and the growing awareness that her teasing was doing more harm than good. Nate wasn’t in the mood for games, and Rhea, for all her bluntness, wasn’t cruel.

“Alright,” Rhea relented, leaning back against the bench. “I’ll back off. For now.”

The unspoken “but” hung in the air between them like a faint electric charge. Rhea crossed her arms again, narrowing her eyes, as though dissecting every ounce of Nate’s body language. After a moment, she shifted gears, her tone low and speculative. “So… If it wasn’t your father. And it wasn’t Reigns… who do you think took out Priest?”

Nate didn’t answer immediately. She stared past Rhea at the park’s edge, where a jogger trotted by with their dog in tow. The leash’s rhythmic sway felt hypnotic, a momentary reprieve from the cyclone of thoughts spinning in her mind. But the silence stretched, and Rhea, ever impatient, tapped her boot against the pavement.

“Well?”

“I’ve been looking at some stuff,” Nate finally said, carefully. “But haven’t got any names. Not yet.”

Rhea arched her brow. “Mysterious. I don’t remember you being so tight-lipped before.”

“It’s not tight-lipped,” Nate replied, shooting her a warning glance. “It’s cautious. You, of all people, should understand that.”

The comment landed, but Rhea let it slide. Nate’s gaze lingered on her a moment longer before she shifted the conversation, her tone tinged with something between disbelief and annoyance. “You know what pisses me off?”

“Oh, this should be good,” Rhea breathed, raising her eyebrows. “What’s that?”

Nate wrung her hands together, gnawing at her lips as the irritation bubbled back to the surface. “The fact that you thought for a second that it could have been my family. After… After everything,” she paused, turning her head to look back at Rhea. “You still went ahead, cut the goddamn chain on my door to barge in and accuse us anyway. And then just to make sure I was well and truly pissed off, you still reconsidered u–”

“Wait a minute,” Rhea interrupted, lifting a hand as her face contorted in perplexion. “Cut the chain?” she repeated with a wry smile. “Are you kidding me?”

“Do I look like I’m kidding?”

“And do I look like the type to carry big ass bolt cutters around in my back pocket for fun?”

“Uh, you showed up in my kitchen uninvited, and the door was busted open,” Nate pointed out. “How else was I supposed to think you got in?”

“Okay,” Rhea sat up straight, holding her hands out in mock surrender. “Let’s clear this up right now, Volkov. I didn’t cut anything. Your door was already fucked when I got there.”

Nate’s brow furrowed. “What are you talking about?”

“You heard me,” Rhea said, her voice losing its teasing edge. “The lock was jacked, the chain was barely hanging on. I would’ve just stood outside your door if it was locked, Nate, you know I wouldn’t do that.”

“That…what?” Nate’s lips dried up as she tried to rationalise what Rhea was insinuating. Even though it made little to no sense to her. It… had to have been Rhea, right?

“Is chain-cutting really something you’ve ever seen me do? Nah, dude, that’s Dom Dom. Did you see Dom anywhere?”

“No, because I’d kill h–”

“Careful, Volkov, that’s my Latino Heat you’re talking about.”

“No, Latino Heat is his so-called uncle that he preferred over his own father, is he not?” Nate raised an eyebrow, giving Rhea a pointed look. Pushing it. Pushing it… “Sorry, just…” she huffed. “I could have sworn you cut the chain to wait for me…”

The lock had been giving her trouble for weeks, but eventually chalked it up to wear and tear, not some deliberate act. The possibility that someone else might have been in her apartment before Rhea was unsettling in a way she didn’t want to unpack right now.

“Fine,” she conceded, not waiting for Rhea to respond. “Maybe I… jumped to conclusions.”

“Maybe?” Rhea teased, though her expression softened as she studied Nate. “Look, I get why you’re mad. But don’t think for a second I’m not going to push back when you start acting… like this.”

“Like what?”

“Like you’re carrying the weight of the world but refuse to let anyone help you,” Rhea said plainly.

Nate opened her mouth to argue but stopped herself. The truth in Rhea’s words hit way too close to home, and the last thing she wanted was to give her more ammunition. Besides, it wasn’t like she could outwardly give Rhea the proof of her letting go of that stubborn streak as of late; only The Bloodline could answer to that.

“You really think someone else was in my apartment?” Nate asked quietly, steering the conversation back to safer ground.

Rhea shrugged, sharpening her gaze. “I don’t know. Maybe. But if they were, they were long gone by the time I got there. And that’s not what’s important.”

“Then what is?”

“You,” Rhea said simply, yet softly—so softly that it tightened a knot in Nate’s stomach and she had to look away. “Just don’t shut me out, alright?” she added.

Nate didn’t answer, but she knew the shield she’d put up was starting to disintegrate and dissipate, bit by bit.

⋆༺𓆩☠︎︎𓆪༻⋆

Gleaming crystal chandeliers hung overhead, their refracted light scattering across the long mahogany table polished to a mirror-like sheen. A sea of silverware was arranged with militant precision, and the room smelled faintly of aged wood and a decadent feast in progress—roasted meats, truffle-infused sauces, and freshly baked bread. The table was laden with dishes too rich for comfort, the kind meant more for flaunting wealth than indulging taste.

Nate sat quietly, her back straight, her impeccable mask of calm. She was dressed in a sleek black gown, the fabric shimmering faintly under the light. Her dark hair was swept into an elegant updo, a few tendrils artfully loose, softening her otherwise sharp presence. A diamond necklace rested at her collarbone, its cold weight a reminder of her role tonight. She was the Volkov princess, the perfect fiancé, the dutiful daughter.

Except for the fact that she was texting Roman Reigns under the table.

Her phone was tucked discreetly beneath her napkin, her thumb scrolling as Alexei launched into yet another tirade from his seat near the middle of the table. Nate’s seat—further down the line than usual—felt like a quiet demotion, a confirmation of what Ivan had already warned her: Dimitri no longer trusted her the way he once had.

Closer to Dimitri now sat Katya, a vision in soft lavender silk, her hair cascading in carefully styled waves. Katya played her part well, engaging in soft laughter at Dimitri’s jokes and leaning in when he spoke to her directly. To anyone watching, it looked natural, like a passing of the torch. But to Nate, it was a strategic move. Her father was grooming Katya, subtly shifting the weight of expectation away from Nate.

And Katya didn’t even know.

Nate’s phone buzzed faintly in her palm, and she glanced down at the screen, shielding it with her napkin.

Roman: I don’t know how you’re sitting at that table with him.

Nate’s lips twitched as she typed a quick response, her face remaining impassive.

Nate: You’re welcome to snipe him. But he might bore you to death first.

Across the table, Alexei raised his glass in a toast to his own brilliance, spewing something about “traditional values” and the “corruption of Western ideology.” Boris and Ivan nodded along like puppets, though even Ivan’s patience seemed thin. Katya clinked her glass against Alexei’s, her smile as flawless as it was false.

“Alexei,” Sergei interrupted dryly. “Do you ever tire of hearing yourself speak?”

A ripple of laughter spread around the table, and Alexei scowled playfully, his cheeks flushing a deep crimson. “I am only speaking the truth, Sergei. Not my fault you lack the zheludok for it.”

Nate didn’t look up, though she could practically feel the heat of masculine libation; fully knowing how toxically arrogant each of them were, but seeing nothing wrong with the fact, so they continued with further intensity.

Nate: Alexei’s face matches the borscht. Coincidence?

A moment later, her phone buzzed.

Roman: Careful Roman: Your sense of humor is starting to sound suspiciously like mine Roman: ;)

Her heart fluttered in her chest, and she quickly set the phone face down on her lap, suppressing the grin threatening to break through her mask.

“Something amusing, Natalka?” Dimitri’s voice cut through the din, sharp and probing.

Nate’s head snapped up, smoothing her facade with a practiced ease. “Nyet, Papa,” she said evenly, shaking her head. “Just enjoying Alexei’s commentary.”

Her father’s eyes lingered on her for a moment longer than necessary before he nodded and turned his attention back to Boris, launching into a conversation about trade routes. Boris, seated at Dimitri’s right, looked as smug as ever, the man practically oozing self-satisfaction.

Nate’s phone vibrated again, and she dared a glance.

Roman: What’s he saying now? Roman: Let me guess… something racist?

She bit back a laugh.

Nate: And homophobic Nate: …and misogynistic Nate: Hitting the trifecta tonight lol

“Katerina,” Alexei boomed suddenly. “You must let me take you hunting when the season opens. You are a soft little one, it’s time to toughen up a bit.”

“Perhaps,” Katya’s polite smile didn’t falter, “Though I’m not sure I’d enjoy hunting as much as you do.”

Alexei grinned, leaning forward as if imparting a great secret. “That is because you have never had the thrill of tracking something real. There’s no greater satisfaction.”

Nate’s grip on her phone tightened. The predatory gleam in Alexei’s eyes made her skin prickle uncomfortably.

Nate: I’m half-convinced Alexei’s “hunting trips” are just excuses to bury bodies in the woods. Roman: Half? Sweetheart, I'd put money on that shit.

Across the table, Alexei’s voice thundered on, a grotesque mix of slurs and self-aggrandising nonsense. He spoke of purity and his favourite targets, droning on with the enthusiasm of someone who believed his words carried divine weight.

“You know,” Boris interjected from further down the table. “Some might say you sound like a broken record, Alexei. But blin, you are correct.”

Nate barely registered the exchange, her focus still on her phone as she typed.

Nate: Does he ever stop talking? Roman: Maybe if someone shoved a fork in his mouth. Roman: You’re closer. Do the honors.

A dastardly sip of wine hid her amusement as talk of unspoken animosity and alliances carried layers around her. It was all background noise to her… until the conversation at the table turned darker. An undercurrent of malice threading through the progressively tipsy bravado.

Dimitri swirled his vodka with the precision of a conductor, his cold eyes locking on each of his men in turn. “It’s the Bloodline,” he began. “They’re the rot beneath this city. Reigns, especially. He thinks himself untouchable.”

A murmur of agreement rippled around the table. Boris leaned forward, his perpetually flushed face creased in a snee. “Untouchable? Please. He’s a brute. Nothing but a thug with a shiny suit and a handful of lackeys who think loyalty makes them men.”

Nate’s stomach twisted, though her expression remained as neutral as stone. She sipped her wine, suppressing the grimace brought by the taste and the men around her, disguising her growing tension as she felt the sting of their words, the truth interwoven with fiction.

Ivan chimed in with a tone heavy with disdain. “He’s unpredictable. That’s his only weapon. He thrives on chaos, tearing down anyone who gets in his way because he cannot build anything for himself.”

“Gryaznyy samoanets…” he added with a tssk from his teeth, pouring himself a happy dose of Beluga Epicure.

The stem of Nate’s glass may have just shattered had she tightened her hold on it a fraction more. Not true. She knew firsthand that Roman built everything with calculated precision, every move a step in his long game. The chaos was a mere smokescreen, a tool he wielded with terrifying control. Sure, she didn’t know that at first, but now… she did now.

“Unpredictable?” Sergei huffed, lip curling in contempt. “He is reckless. Stupid, even. Doesn’t think things through. That is why he will not last.”

Wrong again. Nate suppressed the urge to scoff. Roman’s reputation as impulsive was a clever facade, plain and simple.

“Roman Reigns,” Dimitri drawled sharply, “Is a parasite. He uses people. Discards them when they are no longer of value to him. And that, lyudi, is why he has no real allies. Only pawns.”

Thank God for the glass settled between her lips at that moment, otherwise she would have lacked the ability to keep a bitter cackle locked in her chest. No allies? No. Not only did her thoughts drift to Roman’s inner circle, a tightly knit group bound not by fear, but by familial loyalty she could only describe as earned, but also the irony in Dimitri’s words; his own daughter, sat feet from him, was in fact one of these allies he claimed Roman to lack.

Poetic, isn’t it?

Boris slammed his own glass down, laughing harshly. “He is nothing without his muscle. His family props him up because he cannot stand alone. Take them away, and he is just another arrogant svoloch in a city full of them.”

The others chuckled, the air thick with self-satisfaction. Nate’s jaw twitched and clenched painfully, the bitterness in their words grating against the memory of Roman’s unyielding confidence, his alluring ability to command a room with nothing but a glance. Things she’s come to respect him for more than anything.

Quietly, she slipped her phone from her lap, once again hiding it beneath the tablecloth this time. Her fingers moved ridiculously as she typed.

Nate: They’re talking about you…

A reply came immediately.

Roman: Oh yeah? What’s the verdict?

She hesitated, unsure how much to say.

Nate: According to them, you’re impulsive, arrogant, and a parasite bastard who’s nothing without your family :)

Three dots danced on her screen for a long moment, but his response, when it came, was dry.

Roman: Sounds like a bunch of charmers

Three dots again. Two minutes. Another simple message.

Roman: Do you agree with them?

Her thumb hovered, the question cutting straight through the noise around her. She glanced up, meeting Alexei’s gaze briefly before looking away. When she replied, it was honest.

Nate: Not anymore.

And his swift response.

Roman: Good.

Nate observed Alexei’s infuriatingly smug smirk as he leaned into his best friend, whispering something all whilst glancing over at Katya. What followed was a boyish round of snickers and the clanging of their glasses against each other in some kind of intimate toast.

Nate: I just want this fucker dead. Nate: wanna cut his fucking dick off and shove it down his throat Nate: nasty little cunt

She was just ranting at this point. At least it was someone who could somewhat relate to the feeling, actually show some kind of empathy.

Roman: Damn Roman: I like this side of you, Volkov.

A faint smile almost escaped her, and she had to use her glass to hide it yet again.

Nate: Do you? Roman: More than you know. Roman: but we’ll get him Roman: I promise

The conversation at the table took yet another turn. Alexei, flushed with vodka and pride, leaned back in his chair and grinned, his voice taking on an oily edge.

“Before I forget, Mitya,” he drawled, “This weekend I’ll be at Madame X. Need to get acquainted with a new shipment.”

Dimitri smirked knowingly, pouring himself another drink. “Ah, typical Alexei,” she said, shaking his head in mock amusement. “Always with the extracurriculars. I swear, boy, one day you will bite off more than you can chew.”

Alexei chuckled, an indulgent, auto-gratifying sound. “I can handle myself, Dimitri. This one’s promising—fresh, exotic… You know how it is.”

The men at the table shared a round of laughter, the kind that made Nate shift uncomfortably in her seat. She forced herself to keep that neutral expression, but she knew her hands would not keep as calm.

Boris leaned in, grinning at his best friend. “And you’ll keep her at the old place? Break her in there?”

Alexei nodded, eyes alight with pure cruelty, pure evil. “Of course. Slowly, though. Cannot rush these things. Have to teach her how to behave first.”

Katya looked up from her plate, her brow furrowed in mild confusion. “What’s this shipment you’re talking about?” she asked, her voice almost detached. Innocent.

Alexei waved a dismissive hand. “Nothing you need to concern yourself with, milyy. Just business.”

“Leave the logistics to Alexei, Katerina,” Dimitri chuckled, clearly entertained by the exchange. “He has… a unique skill set.”

The youngest Volkov shrugged, her curiosity fading as she returned to her food. Nate, however, felt the anger rise in her throat like bile. They didn’t know that she knew exactly what they were alluding to—that she’d figured it out already with the help of their sworn enemy. Alexei’s “shipments” weren’t goods or contraband; they were girls. Girls he treated as commodities, as playthings to be sold, broken, and discarded.

Her mind raced as the men continued their banter, their voices blurring into the background. This was it. Alexei had just handed her the key. He would be at X. Isolated. Preoccupied.

Vulnerable.

Beneath the table, she unlocked her phone and sent another message to Roman.

Nate: He’ll be at X this weekend. Familiarising himself with a ‘shipment’... Nate: And yes, it’s exactly what you think

His response was slower this time, but she could only imagine the… itch, the fury, the need to carry out justice that ran through that tall Samoan at the confirmation of such a heretic’s whereabouts.

Roman: We move now.

Heart hammering in her chest, she glanced up, her face carefully impassive as Alexei leaned over to clink glasses with Boris, laughing at some crude joke she didn’t catch.

Nate’s fingers flew over the screen again.

Nate: Yeah this is it Nate: We can’t wait. He won’t stop. Nate: Needs to be done soon Roman: It will be. Roman: We got him Princess, don’t you worry.

Nate set the phone down, her resolve hardening as she looked back at the men around her one last time. She would make sure of it. If Roman needed her to set the stage, to bait the trap, to even lure him to a secluded location, she would do it.

Not only because it would be Roman asking her, but to make sure this monster was eliminated, taken out, removed permanently from the face of the Earth.

She was ready.

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islandtarochips · 1 year ago

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Call of Duty OC: Tiala “Malie” Toa🦈

Commission Art done by @temeyes 🔼

A young female First Sergeant, who joined the U.S. Marines Corps to honor her older brother’s name. Who sadly passed away from one of the toughest missions. Working long and hard to save civilians from being captive by terrorists or any dangerous enemies. She’s the woman who would get the job done.

UNIVERSE: Modern Warfare 2/Modern Warfare 3

General:

🦈 Name: Tiala Toa 🦈 Alias(es):

Tiala

Tia

Ala (her family and closed friends called her that)

Toa

Malie

Lie (lee-eh)

Shark

First Sergeant/Sergeant Toa

First Sergeant/Sergeant Malie

First Sergeant/Sergeant T (Only her team or closed friends are allowed to call her that)

Sharky (Only close friends can call her that)

Alpha 5-0

🦈 Gender: Female 🦈 Age: 24 (MW2), 25 (MW3) 🦈 Birthday: November 19th, 1997 🦈 Nationality: United State National (American Samoa) 🦈 Place of Birth: American Samoa 🦈 Home: Kahaluu, Hawaii (Moved there to where the base are at) 🦈 Spoken Languages: English, Samoan (Native), Spanish (Learning) 🦈 Sexuality: Heterosexual 🦈 Occupation:

First Sergeant of the Marine Corps

Second-in-Command of the Warriors Task Force

Sniper

Appearance:

🦈 Eye Color: Dark Brown 🦈 Hair Color: Black 🦈 Height: 5’7”/170 cm 🦈 Scars:

Wounds: Bullet wounds on her right shoulder where her burnt scar was at (caused by Callie Graves), even on her left hip (caused by one of the Shadow Company members)

Scars: Full burnt scar on her right arm where her tattoos were at (caused by the enemies who she got kidnapped), some small scars on her left arm (suicidal while being kidnapped)

🦈 Face Claim: Auli'i Cravalho

Favorites:

🦈 Color: Ocean Blue 🦈 Food: Samoan Oka and Hawaiian Poke 🦈 Drink: Water 🦈 Flower: Red Hibiscus 🦈 Hairstyle: Braided (during work time) and either putting her up in a bun or hair down (out of work)

Affiliation:

Warriors Task Force:

- General Alana Kalani

- Captain Kanoa Toa

- Sergeant Agnes “Blast” Falagi

- Dr. Aelan Kalani

- Sergeant Nigel “Squirrel” Harrison

- Tama Nikau

- Special Officer Emma Tabua

Specters/Team Charlie: ( @deeptrashwitch )

- Captain Alicia “Origin” Marchant

- Lieutenant Luke “Harlem” Michaelis

- Sergeant Jackson “Doc” Blackwell

- Sergeant Edward “Eager” Jackson

- Corporal Noah “Cobalto” Garcia

Mexican Special Forces/Los Vaqueros:

- Colonel Alejandro Vargas

- Sergeant Major Rodolfo Parra

- Special Officer Alyssa Martinez ( @alypink )

Task Force 141:

- Captain John Price

- Lieutenant Simon “Ghost” Riley

- Sergeant John “Soap” MacTavish

- Sergeant Kyle “Gaz” Garrick

- Charlotte “Jade” Le Jardin ( @sleepyconfusedpotato )

- Sergeant Major Hannah “Sparrow” Clayton ( @revnah1406 )

- Sergeant Annabelle “Kit” Pham ( @applbottmjeens and later joined in the Shadow Company)

Para Special Forces: ( @welldonekhushi )

- Captain Arjun

- Sergeant Aditya Tripathi

- Staff Sergeant Yuvraj Chaudhary

Shadow Company:

- Annabelle “Kit” Pham ( @applbottmjeens )

Second Commando Regiment: ( @kaitaiga )

- Captain Lachlan Jones

- Sergeant Damien Whitlock

CIA:

- Station Chief Kate Laswell

Personality:

🦈 Myers Briggs Type: ISTJ If you want the job done right away. Tiala is there to finish it. Whatever task that you have she’ll do it even if it’s small. She just wants to assist to make things easier for her friends and comrades (if you're trustful enough for her).

🦈 Strict but Caring: Just like her father, who used to be in the military, she is very strict when it comes to training. Making sure that the recruits are not just lacking or sitting around. She made sure they DO things. But she is very caring for her comrades. You can say it's called "Tough Love" (learned that from her parents).

🦈 Judgmental: Tiala had a habit of judging people at first glance. Of course, she doesn’t show it when meeting someone during work hours. But OUT of work? She’ll just give you that look. The look that says it all.

🦈 Stubborn: Tiala is usually a stubborn gal. She doesn’t usually ask for help. It was really concerning for others to see her working by herself very hard without any assistance. But if you’re a close friend with her. She’ll reconsider.

🦈 Reluctant: There are times that Tiala will hesitate when it comes to deal with people who has families. Should understand she has her OWN family back at home. So that will hold her back at times.

🦈 Bad Driving Skills: She doesn’t have a very BAD driving skills. She can drive nicely! BUT. When it comes to the situation that someone is rushing her or annoys her WHILE driving. She’ll just swerve the car a bit. As long as you let her focus on driving then everything will be alright. Just be silenced and enjoy the ride😊 (And she had a driver’s license)

Skills and Abilities:

🦈 Fighting Style: Hand-to-Hand Combat, Martial Arts and Boxing

🦈 Weapons: Mk 13 rifle, M4A1 and Benelli M4

🦈 Distinct Weapon: Gerber Gear Knife and Glock G43X

🦈 Special Skills:

Sharpshooter: A very skillful sniper who can take down any targets. From near and far.

Swimming: I know most people can swim but for Tiala. She can swim and goes down under water for over 20 minutes. How deep? About 50ft down.

Planning: She always has great plans to succeed in their missions. Even have a backup plan in case. If you need someone to plan ahead for any special occasions. Tiala is the woman you need.

Family:

Nakoa Toa (Father, Alive)

Elei Afoa Toa (Mother, Alive)

Hōne Toa (1st Eldest Brother, Deceased)

Sami Toa (2nd Eldest Brother, Alive)

Serah Johnson Toa (Sister-in-Law, Sami’s Wife, Alive)

Penny Toa (Niece, Sami’s eldest daughter, Alive)

Dinah Toa (Niece, Sami’s baby daughter, Alive)

Rangi Toa (3rd Eldest Brother, Alive)

Kanoa Toa (4th Eldest Brother, Alive)

Hemi Toa (5th Youngest Brother, Alive)

Iosefa Toa (4th Youngest Brother, Alive)

Tamah Toa (3rd Youngest Brother, Alive)

Fetu Fetuao Toa (2nd Youngest Brother, Alive)

Iona and Kiona Toa (Youngest Brother, Twins, Alive)

Pets:

Fin (Tiala’s Kitten, Alive)

Teine (Kanoa’s dog, Alive)

Unnamed Dog (Sami’s Dog, Alive)

Unnamed Puppy (Tamah’s Puppy, Alive)

Maliu (Tiala’s Cat, Alive)

Trivia:

🦈 Tiala’s last name, Toa. Means ‘Warriors’ in Samoan. So you could see that these families REALLY represented their names. By joining the military. 🦈 Love Sharks and the oceans. She secretly has a shark plushie back at home (Kanoa got that for her). 🦈 HATES the cold. It always makes her nose runny and needs a lair of coats and scarfs to keep her warm. 🦈 Heat doesn’t bother her. Even wearing long sleeves and putting her hair down under the heated weather. She lives in a "Tropical Island". What do you expect?

Background Story: (WARNING: Might mention about Sexual Abuse and Kidnapping)

In American Samoa on November 19th, 1997. Tiala was born. And she was the youngest one in the family.

After two years of Tiala being born, her older brother (Hōne) had left to the Marine but he would always come back home to spend time with his family.

When Tiala turned 16-years-old, it was her birthday. She had received very sad news from Kanoa. Kanoa came back from the Marines to tell them the news that Hōne had sadly passed away from the mission that he was sent to. Which really upset Tiala. She could feel her heart was crying out for her dearly older brother. For he had promised that he’ll come back home on her special day. So she hadn’t celebrated her birthday much since then.

During her Sophomore Year in High School, she was still 16. Tiala had a crush on a boy who was part of the football team. And she was trying to ask him out before their Christmas break. And to her excitement, he accepted. She had thought that she had found love in her life. But little did she know that her happy love life would turn out dark.

After the summer break, Tiala is a Junior in High School. Her boyfriend has been acting pretty touchy lately. NOT in a good way though. More like touching the part that she doesn’t want him to touch. Which made him upset. And she doesn’t want him to be upset. So she let him have his fun.

Until the year of her being a Senior, her boyfriend had been getting a bit more possessive than being lovely. And it worried her that she needed to talk with her family. But that’s when he pulls the threats on her if she EVER tells anyone about this. She hesitated and didn’t tell anyone. Except that her little brother, named Hemi, saw what her boyfriend was doing in the back of the school. Hemi was being sent by their parents to check on Tiala that they’re there to pick her up. He was going to tell their parents but Tiala begged him not to. So he just gave in and didn’t tell their parents.

And on the night of the Senior Prom. The school let the Senior students bring some of their family members to join in this special occasion. So Tiala happily invited her parents and some of her brothers. Which is only Rangi, Kanoa and Hemi. The night was going so well until Tiala’s boyfriend wanted to take her away from the party so they could have their “FUN” which she doesn’t want to. And that’s when he started to get very pushy at it. Which caught Hemi’s attention to see his older sister being pulled away. So calling the two older brothers. Kanoa and Rangi quickly came in and took Tiala back before warning the boyfriend to stay away. Soon the whole crowd’s attention was on them as the boyfriend was getting pissed off. Starting to yell at Tiala and blaming her for being such a boring kind of partner. And that’s when he confessed that he cheated on her with another girl. Which fueled Kanoa’s anger but instead of HIM beating the boyfriend up. Everyone was surprised to see Hemi ran in and tackled him down. Beating him up instead. One of the teachers pulled the two boys away and ended the party.

(Everyone was alright. Just Hemi’s knuckles were being bruised up and he was 11-years-old! Can you believe that?)

After graduation, Tiala had started to plan on joining the Marine Corps with her two brothers. To honor for Hōne. So they started packing and the two older boys took her to Hawaii. Where the camping of the Marine soldiers will be at. She had worked long and hard to finish her test and training. Which was worth it for she had passed all of it. And the two older brothers were very proud. She was 17-years-old when she joined.

So Tiala had taken the position as Staff Sergeant after serving for 4 years and she had made quite a few friends. But her two main friends who she had met are Staff Sergeant Ela Anand and Master Sergeant Herman Black. The two had always made her feel so welcoming ever since she joined in. And the three had been picked by an unnamed Colonel who needed soldiers to help assist to stop the human trafficking. And he did warn them about how dangerous this could be. The three friends were excited for this mission but Tiala’s older brother, Rangi, disapproved of this. He had his concerns for her as this was her FIRST mission and were afraid that something bad might happen. Kanoa had reassured Rangi that she’ll be fine. He will go with her to keep her safe. Tiala agreed with this term even the Colonel agreed as well.

They have traveled to Baja California. The borderline of part Mexico. The team had gotten an intel about Human Trafficking in that area. They have believed that the Drug Cartel is making deals with the other Trafficker who was doing Human Trafficking. So they have to act fast to stop them. The Colonel had already made orders to separate two different teams. Which Tiala is going with Ela and Herman and the others. But Kanoa cannot go as he is going with the Colonel and the other teams. Tiala had reassured her older brother that she’ll be fine since she’s going with her two friends. The two different teams had already split up as they went to look for the Cartel. But Tiala and her team have been ambushed and kidnapped by them. This was in May 2017.

3 months later. Tiala and her two friends are the only ones who are still alive. They don’t know what these cartel people do to their other team members but they have to stay strong and hope that the other marines will come to their rescue. But after a few weeks, Tiala had seen Herman had been dragged out of his cell first and was being pushed by the men. She doesn’t know what they’ll do to him. But her question has been answered by the sound of guns shooting and some people screaming. Her eyes widened at this and felt Ela hugging her and trying to comfort her. They need to get out of here and FAST.

At the very last week of the month, Ela had already had a plan to escape. And Tiala agreed to go through it. The two had already escaped from their cell and put down most of the enemies who were blocking them. And all they have to do is to go over the wall. Ela wanted Tiala to go first and was about to boost her up before being shot. Tiala was devastated and shocked as she saw her only friend had died in her own blood. She was taken back and was dealing with her PUNISHMENT. Which you will know of how she got her burnt scar on her tattoos. And already losing her virginity.

2 months later, Tiala was slowly losing her emotions and her insanity as she kept working for those bastards. As they were having their fun. And today was her last day to be living in this cruel world. FINALLY. Before they could even take her, there was a sudden shooting in the area. And even BIG explosions. Who could it be?

It was the Marines. And her brother Kanoa was the one who was leading and had found her. So he took Tiala quickly to the medical area back to the base. October 2017.

Tiala was released from the Marines just to let her rest and hopefully recovered both mentally and physically. She wasn’t the same from then. She didn’t want any of her brothers or her father to come near her. Even though they are her family she couldn’t get the images about those MEN out of her head. Every time they come near. She’ll scream or flinched when they are present. Which really hurts their hearts.

It’s been 2 months that Tiala has to recover and still didn’t let any of her brothers or her father come near. Until, Kanoa had an idea. While Tiala was just resting on her bed, looking through the window. She suddenly hears someone singing outside of her room. So curiously, she slowly walked out of her room and into the living room before seeing Kanoa was playing the guitar while singing their favorite church song. Called “A Pei Se Vaitafe” (Like a River). And she slowly walked over to Kanoa as memories flowed through her mind of how Hōne used to sing that song to her. And sat down next to him as she softly sang along with him. Her whole family slowly peeked in to see this and was very touched to see Tiala had finally come out to her family.

Before the Summer starts, in the year of 2018. Tiala had come back all fresh and new. For she wanted to continue to serve for her lost friends and brother. And then she heard that Kanoa was making a Task Force. She was also being asked by the General, named Alana and the one who was helping Kanoa to form a team for his Task Force, if she wanted to join. So she didn’t hesitate to take it and was placed in to be Kanoa’s Second-in-Command. That’s when she met the other two new members of the team. Sergeant Agnes “Blast” Falagi and Dr. Aelan Kalani. The two soldiers who were the one who helped Kanoa to save her. And she had given her thanks and accepted them into their new team.

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