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[primamchorus]

💖 thank you for leaving such nice and thoughtful tags on my first ffxivwrite this year! I really appreciate how you mentioned the setting of Burakh's home in his fathers' bonsai nursery as a character in itself; i didn't originally intend for it to shake out that way, but your comment made me reread my own piece and come away enjoying that extra aspect. I was definitely torn between not describing the environment enough, versus describing it in a way that makes sense for the POV of a character like Vira, who isn't learned but enjoys their friendship with Burakh (and Burakh as a person). I haven't written for myself in a very long time and your tags have really spurred me to keep writing. Thank you so much for your kindness and appreciation 💖

This is so sweet! Thank you for such a kind message!

I'm glad that my tags allowed you to reread your work and see it with an extra perspective to appreciate it more! I'm really happy to see that they also lit a creative fire for you. ♥

I also totally get it with writing a lot of descriptors that it feels like the characters are a bit overshadowed, but I think you did a pretty good job lacing the characters and the setting together. :> I was very taken with it.

I look forward to the next piece you end up putting out there!

[sword-and-lance]

((honestly I imagine that people are like oh that's not too bad! when they first see Bia just kinda...rabbit-hopping around like the overgrown hare they are

and then

they stand up

and turn around to show off all the TEEF and way too many arms

and everyone then Knows))

[yanderedrabbles]

Misery - Part Three

Based on Misery by Stephen King

Stuck in the mountains, you foolishly decide to drive through a blizzard. The man that drags you from your wrecked car brings you to his cabin and patches you up. But as the snow piles up outside, you start to suspect that your rescuer's intentions may be far from pure.

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After Andy left, you managed to change out of your clothes. The flannel shirt he gave you was worn down just enough to feel cozy and the smell of his cologne still lingered 'round the collar.

You settled against the headboard and almost dozed off before he came back. He'd taken off his jacket and carried a pile of firewood in his arms. He dumped the logs in the fireplace and stood up, revealing a wife beater and arms thick with muscle. You were right about his strength - his body was just further proof of it.

"Sorry 'bout that. I should have brought some in last night but well..."

He turned to you, dusting his hands. "I got a good look at the situation outside. You might not wanna hear it but we're totally snowed in. Phone lines are down too."

"Oh. I didn't realise it was that bad."

You felt a dull sort of trepidation. Andy had been nothing but kind to you, but being stuck out in the mountains frightened you.

"Any idea when things will open up again?"

He sat down in the chair beside your bed and stretched out. For a second, the only thought in your head was how dangerous and lean he looked. His dog tags caught the light and winked at you.

"Hard to tell. We're far off the beaten path. Only folks nearby are the Roydmans and they're a good few miles off. 'Sides, snows too deep to drive through so even if they clear off the main road, we ain't getting there anytime soon."

You felt your heart sink. "Do you think I need to go to the hospital?"

He raised a brow and skimmed his eyes across your body. "It ain't looking pretty, but I reckon you can handle it."

"Hurts like hell though."

"Sorry princess, but it'll take a while for this sort of hurt to heal. Best I can do is give you something strong for the pain."

Your ankle still throbbed mercilessly and hearing him say that made you all the more aware of it. You searched desperately around the room for a distraction.

The room was much larger than you realised, with a panelled wood ceiling and big bay windows. From your position, all you could see was the sky.

It was comfortable and starkly clean. Oh God, was this his room or a guest room?

"I haven't kicked you out of your room, have I?" you asked, suddenly unsure of yourself.

He grinned and rubbed his jaw. "I reckoned you needed a nice bed far more than I did."

"Shit, I'm so sorry!" Your hands fluttered to your lips. You felt terribly guilty. "I can't imagine how much I've put you out."

He waved you away. "It gets awful quiet up here. You have no idea how nice it is to have company."

His eyes dropped to the shirt you were wearing. "Real nice."

He reached up to play around with his dog tags and you finally noticed the tattoo across his forearm.

"Semper Fidelis?"

"Always loyal."

He reached forward and let you inspect his arm. You took hold of his wrist and traced the tattoo with your fingertips. The words themselves were small and neat, but the rest of it was an intricate pattern of barbed wire that wound round his forearm.

"Did it hurt?"

"Tell you the truth? It stung like a bitch."

He was watching your face and when you looked up at him, your eyes met. Those eyes on the other end of a gun would have sent you running for the hills. You pitied the soldiers that faced off against him.

You let go of his arm and swallowed.

"When did you get it?"

He let his forearm rest next to your thigh.

"When I was deployed for the first time."

He was close enough that you caught the scent of his cologne and the sweet smell of pine from the wood he chopped.

"How did you end up in the Marines anyway?"

"I've got you curious, do I?"

You felt yourself blush. "Maybe a little."

"Hmm." He rubbed at his jaw, like he was trying to rub away a smile.

"Maybe I'll tell you about it someday. For now though, you need to take some tablets and get some sleep."

"But what about you? I've kind of colonised your bed."

"First thing you learn in basic is to sleep standing up. I'll be fine sleeping on the couch. 'Sides, I ain't the one who went crashing off the road less than a day ago."

He reached into his jeans pocket and pulled out a blister pack of tablets.

"These are Novril. They pack a hell of a punch, so I expect you to sleep through the rest of the day. Best thing you can do right now is rest, got it?"

"Yes sir."

He dropped two shiny white pills into your open palm.

"Good girl. Now drink up."

He passed you a glass of water from the nightstand. The tablets left a slightly bitter taste behind, but you hurt too much to mind it.

Outside, the snow started up again.

You smiled at him. "How am I ever supposed to repay you?"

He studied you for a second.

The shirt you borrowed was missing a few buttons near the top and gaped open just a little at your tits, but you were too drowsy to notice.

He grinned that slow, lazy smile of his. "I'm sure you'll think of something, princess."

You hadn't fully realised just how intimate this all was. You were wearing his clothes. Sleeping in his bed. Entirely reliant on him to take care of you.

He stood up and shook his head.  "You must be hungry. Any requests?"

"Nope. I'll take anything at this point."

His eyes flickered to your chest and then quickly away. "I can make you regret that real fast, y'know."

"Come on, you can't be that bad of a chef."

He huffed and shook his head. "You just sit pretty and I'll be back."

He returned with a bowl of oats sprinkled with brown sugar. His fingers brushed yours when he handed it to you and he lingered for a second longer than needed.

"I'm afraid it's all hospital chow until you're stronger. It's too bad - I make a mean flapjack."

You played around with your spoon and then gave in. Plain oats or not, you needed your strength.

Andy was quiet while you ate, watching the snow swirl across the window.

He tugged at his dog tags again and spoke up, "Does anyone know you're out here? A boyfriend, a sibling, anyone that knows where you were headed?"

You carefully put your empty bowl down on the nightstand. With the tablets, the pain was mercifully retreating. Not gone, never entirely gone, but a tiny bit more manageable.

"No. I wanted to surprise a friend but they don't know I'm coming."

You felt unnaturally drowsy for this early in the day. He must have noticed it because he stood up and gently pressed at your shoulders.

"Lie down and I promise you'll be out like a light soon enough."

You listened to him and found your eyes drifting shut as soon as you hit the pillow.

"Y'know." Your voice was muffled by your pillow. "You're a really great guy."

"Thanks, but save that until after you're better, yeah?"

He pulled the duvet higher and carefully tucked it around your shoulders.

"Not a soul knows you're out here?"

You hummed in agreement. You were almost entirely asleep and barely felt the hand that drifted across your forehead, gently pushing the hair off your face.

"Just you and me, princess."

You didn't hear it, but there was a strange note to his voice. Fear, maybe. Or longing. Hard to tell, with how similar they can be.

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Current Obsessions: chilling tf out and writing my canon fic - except I'm horribly stuck on a part. But if I keep beating my head against the brick wall surely it'll give. Eventually.

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[recomgarbage]

“Remember kid, a marine can't be defeated. Oh, you can kill us but we'll just regroup in hell. Semper fi.” -Colonel Miles Quaritch

[slutforsilverfoxes]

Miles to Go

TW: Without giving too much away, the following fic contains discussion of/allusions to mental health issues, violence, and gore- please read at your own discretion

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7 minutes and 39 seconds.

You tear your gaze away from the large analogue clock mounted on the wall and refocus your attention on the blonde in the corner who’s been muttering to himself since he entered the lobby nearly eight minutes ago. Shuffling some papers around on the desk in front of you, you lean down to whisper to one of the receptionists. “Has that young man checked in for an appointment? Or spoken with any of you yet?”

She follows your line of sight to the male who can’t be more than thirty, his brow now furrowed as he animatedly whispers to his left. The seat beside him is empty. She shakes her head and you let out a quizzical little, “Hm.”

It’s not uncommon for addicts to wander into the VA hospital, unsure if they’re looking for help or a hit. Either way, you didn’t go through four-plus years of medical school to turn away someone who’s clearly in need of assistance.

Approaching slowly in the hopes of mitigating any panic, you stop before the young man and wait for him to look up at you. With a smile, you point to the seat beside him and open with, “Hi, can I sit there?” He glances worriedly to his left again, then shakes his head.

“Okay, that’s alright. I’m Doctor Gibbs. What’s your name?”

“Can’t- can’t say. He said I shouldn’t talk to anyone.”

“Okay, hon,” you offer gently, letting out a small groan as you squat down and your knees creak in protest. How are you only 47 but your body feels ancient? You should really stop teasing your husband about his age. “I won’t ask you to talk then. Can I ask you a couple of questions, and you just give me a nod yes or no?”

He lifts his head to meet your gaze and you take a moment to study his features. Dull eyes. Mydriasis. Ulcerated bottom lip, likely from a nervous habit of chewing it. He scratches his cheek, and you notice a patch of stubble that he missed while shaving. He jerks his head down once, and you realize he’s agreeing to your offer.

“Do you know where you are?” A nod.

“Do you need some help?” A nod, and then after a beat, he shakes his head vigorously.

“Okay,” you soothe, “that’s alright.” He drops his gaze to his bouncing leg and you take the opportunity to scan him from head to toe. His hair is disheveled, beads of sweat pooling on his forehead. He’s donning a bulky sweatshirt and jeans despite the oppressive June heat, and he has on mud-coated work boots. He anxiously scratches the same spot on his cheek, and you see a glint of metal on his ring finger. “You’re a Marine?” A nod followed by a wry twisting of his lips and a subtle shake of his head. “Not anymore,” he rasps out.

“My husband was in the Corps, too. Semper Fi, right? Once a Marine, always a Marine.”

“No!” he barks back, jerking his head up with a fire in his eyes. “Andrew said not anymore. They made us hurt people- innocent people.” His sudden movement has caused his hoodie to shift, and you swallow roughly at what’s been revealed underneath.

“Andrew’s your friend?” He nods once more. “Did he come here with you today?” His eyes shift to his left then back to you, narrowed, before he bows his head.

“Can’t talk to you anymore,” he mumbles. “Drew says we can’t trust anyone.”

“Okay,” you respond softly, instinctively reaching out to lay a hand on him for comfort before retracting your arm. “Thank you for sharing all of that with me. I have some appointments to deal with, but I’ll be back, alright? You and Drew wait here.” You can feel his gaze on your back as you return to the safety of the desk.

Grabbing a notepad and pen, you ask your receptionist to run through the day with you as you jot down some thoughts. “…and then your last one’s at 4:30, but they requested to move it up if possible.”

“I’ll see what I can do,” you answer her with a smile. “These are my progress notes from Harry’s appointment this morning. Can you enter them and send a copy to his PT?” You tear off the top sheet and hand it to her, watching her eyes flash before she quickly controls her facial expression. “You’ve got it, Gibbs.”

With a quick squeeze of her shoulder you murmur, “You’re the best.”

As your receptionist heads back to relay your message to the nursing staff, you pick up the receiver from its cradle on the desk and dial your husband’s number. The sound of his voice, the warm rumble of his usual “Hey, honey,” instantly soothes you, and the smile on your face is genuine despite your heart hammering in your chest.

“Hi, my love,” you answer in kind, the nail of your index finger scratching away at the cuticle of your thumb. “We’re still on for dinner at David’s on J street, right? I’m worried we might have to push our reservation back.”

On the other end of the line, the NCIS agent snaps for his team’s attention as he puts his cellphone on speaker. “Write down everything she says, word for word,” he instructs McGee, placing the phone down on the younger agent’s desk. “Dinner at David’s on J street.” Brow furrowed, he returns his focus to you. “Are you hurt?”

“No, Jay, I’m gonna make it to dinner,” you laugh breezily, keeping an eye on the lobby as it steadily empties out. The young man seems to have noticed too, the bouncing of his leg growing more rapid and his eyes darting back and forth between the hallway leading to the exam rooms and you at the desk. “I’ve been eyeing up the dessert menu since my lunch break and the Alaska sounds amazing. I can’t wait to-”

“Put the phone down!”

In the span of a heartbeat, the blonde has crossed the lobby and now stands in front of you, his hoodie open and revealing a rainbow of wiring. He’s gripping something tightly in a shaky fist, and your heart leaps into your throat at the sight. Putting your hands up in a placating gesture, you say, “Let’s all stay calm, okay? You, me, and Andrew. We’re going to do this together.” You can hear Jethro through the phone still, calling your name.

Daring a glance around the lobby, you breathe a sigh of relief seeing that it’s only the two of you remaining. “Can I tell him goodbye before I hang up? It’s just my husband, and I don’t want him to worry,” you explain softly.

His jaw twitches, and he looks to the empty seat behind him before turning back to you and nodding. Lifting the phone to your ear again, you say, “Jay, I have to go. I’ll see you tonight, okay? I love you.”

You return the phone to its cradle, then crane your neck to gesture to the seating area in the lobby. “Why don’t we sit down and get comfortable? I want to help you, but I need you to tell me what’s going on.”

He shakes his head, doleful eyes watching your every move.

“Then let’s just talk here,” you suggest. “They made you hurt people before, right? You don’t want to do that again.”

“You don’t-” He shakes his head again, more forcefully this time, and flexes his fingers around the object in his hand. “You don’t know me.”

“You’re right,” you answer, slowly lowering your hands and instead offering open palms in an attempt to build trust. “I don’t know you, but I do want to help you. I’m a doctor, and it’s my job to help people like you. Like you and Andrew.”

Glancing over his shoulder, he turns back to you and drops his voice before confiding, “He said if I do this then I can sleep. I just want to sleep.”

A wave of sorrow washes over the fear roiling in your gut. “Let me help you,” you plead, ever so slowly extending your arms to reach toward him. You curl your fingers around his hand, and he lets out a shuddering breath. “That’s it,” you coach as his grip slackens bit by bit. “Nice and easy, just like that. You’re doing so well.”

Panic floods his eyes then, adrenaline making his pupils so wide that you can barely see the blue ring of his irises around them. “Don’t!” He wrenches his hand out of yours, chest heaving with shaky breaths, and you take a step back to give him space. “If I let this go now,” he pants, “we both die.”

“Somebody get me eyes in that hospital right now!” Gibbs barks at his team, halfway across the city. He stares at his phone in utter disbelief, willing your melodic voice to come back through the offending device. Just making sure you remember our code, old man, you’d tease. See you at home.

“Gibbs?” Ziva’s hand on his arm has him hurtling back to reality, concern tightening her features as she tries to get his attention. In a rare show of affection, Gibbs places his hand over her own, squeezing it gratefully. “I’m alright.” She registers an emotion swimming in his eyes that she’s never seen before in their leader, and it sends a chill down her spine- fear.

“Let’s figure out what she was trying to tell us.” He gestures for the team to huddle up once more around McGee’s desk where the tech savvy agent is trying to access the camera feed in your hospital.

“There’s no J Street in D.C.,” Ducky points out.

“No, there’s not,” his friend agrees, then explains, “When this crazy girl decided she wanted to put up with me for life, we decided that would be our code if either of us was ever in danger. Never thought I’d hear it, though,” he laughs wryly and shakes his head.

Tony presses further, “And what about David’s? Is that where you had your first date or something?”

“I’m not sure about that,” Gibbs responds.

“Boss, I’ve got today’s security footage,” Tim pipes up, and all heads swivel to his monitor.

“Is it live?”

McGee shakes his head, pursing his lips in consternation. “It’s going to take me some time to hack into the live feed, but I have what’s been archived from the day so far.”

“Skip ahead to 12:30.” Dozens of patients and scrub-clad employees scramble around on the screen in what would be comedic fashion had the situation been different. “There!” Your husband spots you on the screen, your white coat standing out in the lobby. He traces your line of sight to a male seated by himself in the corner of the room. Pointing at the screen, he asks, “Can you zoom in on him?”

McGee does as requested, the young man’s grainy visage coming into view. “I’ll run this through facial rec.”

“Look for any association with an ‘Andrew,’ too,” Gibbs tacks on, recalling your mentioning that name.

“Something is not right here,” Ziva notes, squinting as she gets even closer to the monitor. “Why is he wearing a sweatshirt in this awful weather?”

“Alaska!” Ducky cries out suddenly, and everyone’s attention turns to him. “That’s what Y/N was trying to tell us.”

“Enlighten the rest of us, Duck,” Gibbs says roughly.

“Jethro,” his dear friend starts regretfully, “I’m afraid you’re not going to like what I have to say.”

“I’m going to get you out of this,” you say with conviction, your voice strong and steady in direct opposition to your shaky hands. “Look at me.” His gaze shoots up to meet yours, and he has the distinct visage of a scared little boy. “I’m going to get you out of this,” you repeat, willing him to believe your words. As you look over the convoluted wiring, you ask, “Can you tell me your name? I’m Y/N.”

“I’m- I’m…”

“… Petty Officer Sean Cassidy, twenty-seven years old,” McGee supplies. “Looks like he enlisted with his best friend, Andrew Duggan, fresh out of high school. Cassidy and Duggan were on a mission with a joint task force in Afghanistan that got taken out by a jihadist group with an IED. Only Cassidy survived…” McGee’s voice trails off as he scrolls through more documentation, “…but he was in a medically induced coma for nearly two years. He was honorably discharged during that time and just returned to civilian life three months ago.”

“Talk about survivor’s guilt,” Tony sighs. “Add in some PTSS and lack of follow-up and we’ve got the perfect storm.”

“Uh, Gibbs?” Ziva’s voice rises in pitch as she calls out from her spot in front of the flatscreen. “You are going to want to see this.”

The senior most agent curses under his breath, watching the ticker tape scroll along the bottom of the screen: Live hostage situation at Liberty VA Hospital. Grabbing his coat off the back of his chair, he tosses the company car keys to DiNozzo. Pointing at McGee he says, “You stay here and keep us updated on what’s going on. Get me access to those cameras. David, DiNozzo, you’re with me.”

“You’re doing really well, Sean,” you say softly. “My friend is an expert with these, and I really think she could help us. Will you let me call her?”

He swallows thickly, and a bead of sweat rolls down the side of his face. “Promise me it’s not a trick.”

“I promise.”

He drops his head into a nod, and you slide your cellphone out of your back pocket before searching for ‘Ziva’ in your contacts and clicking on her name. The phone barely rings twice before the line crackles to life. “Y/N? Are you okay?”

“I’m okay, Z,” you answer, unsure if you’re trying to reassure her or yourself. “I’m here with my friend, Sean-”

“Don’t say my name,” he hisses, stealing a glance at the chair in the corner.

“It’s okay, son, we already know your name.” Your husband’s voice, strong and steady in the face of danger, has your bottom lip involuntarily quivering. “Is Andrew with you guys, too?”

“You can trust my husband, Sean,” you whisper. “He’ll understand.”

He worries at the spot on his bottom lip, breaking the damaged skin again and causing blood to ooze out, before seemingly making up his mind. “Yes, sir.”

“Alright,” Gibbs responds, and you can hear the wheels turning in his head. “Can you tell me what’s going on, Sean?”

“I just-” Tears well in his eyes, and your heart lurches. For the second time that day, you find yourself thinking He’s just a kid. “I just want to sleep, sir.”

“Ya having nightmares?”

“I hear their screams every time I close my eyes,” he whispers.

“I used to have nightmares, too,” Jethro confesses, “every damn night.”

“But not anymore?” Sean asks, hopeful.

“I, um-” He clears his throat before continuing, and you know he’s recalling how you two first met. “I got some help from Doctor Gibbs, actually.” In the car, Ziva and Tony silently exchange a glance. “She can help you, too, Sean. And Andrew.”

Training his baby blues on you, the young Marine lets out a heavy breath before quietly confessing, “I don’t want to die, sir.”

“Sean,” you interject, “no one’s going to die here today. I told you I’m going to get you out of this and I meant what I said, okay?”

“Listen, we’re still ten minutes out, but there’s a bomb tech outside who can-”

“No!” Sean suddenly grows agitated, forcefully shaking his head as he begins pacing the lobby and yelling, “No, no, no! You said this wasn’t a trick!” Wheeling on you, he demands, “Were you lying to me?”

Still cradling your phone, you put your hands up in deference and calmly reassure him, “It’s not a trick, I promise. I’m not trained to-”

Gone is the fear from his voice, his now icy tone sending a shiver down your spine. “If anybody tries to come inside this building, I’ll take the whole thing down with us in it.”

“Jethro,” you order, “tell them to back off. We’re fine on our own.” Trying to calm his frenetic steps, you ask him, “Can you walk me through how to disarm this thing?”

“I don’t-” With his free hand, he scratches the spot of stubble once more. “I don’t remember. Drew helped me, he’s good at engineering and stuff.”

Son of a bitch. Taking in a deep breath to steel your nerves, you offer, “Maybe Drew can show me what to do.”

His brows furrow as he searches around the room. “He’s gone.”

“Yeah, Tim, what is it?” Gibbs picks up his phone as the company car squeals into the parking lot outside your hospital, Tony and Ziva still tuned into your conversation with Sean. “I’ve got the live footage, Boss. There’s no audio but I can patch the feed in to-”

“Here, Tony.” He hands the phone over to his agent who’s booting up a tablet in the back seat, then steps out of the car to speak with HRT. “Gibbs, NCIS,” he announces his arrival, flashing his badge. “My wife’s in there with a former Marine, and we’ve already established a rapport.”

“I’ve got Alpha and Bravo teams stationed at the front and back exits, ready to go on your command, sir,” the team leader says.

“Tell your men to stand down,” Gibbs orders. “No sirens, no lights, no bullhorns. He’s a kid, a scared kid who just needs some help.”

“All due respect, sir, I think we should breach soon. As you said, your wife is in there with him.”

“Yeah,” Gibbs snarls, stepping closer until their noses are nearly touching, “and if you go in there trigger happy and his finger slips off that detonator, you’ll be in the ground before your next breath. Stand. Down.”

“Okay, Y/N,” Ziva begins, “McGee’s got us access through the camera in the lobby so we can see what you see. I am going to take you through this step by step. Do you have some scissors? Or a scalpel, I guess?”

Despite the gravity of the situation, you smile as you slide your utility knife from your pants pocket, an anniversary gift from your Marine. “Rule number nine.”

“That’s my girl,” Gibbs murmurs, watching you on the small screen.

“I know it looks complicated, but it is a pretty simple setup,” Ziva continues coaching you, the steady cadence of her voice giving you strength. “You are going to make three precise cuts, Y/N. Green, then blue, then red. Got it?”

Placing your phone on the floor next to you so both hands are free, you mentally prepare yourself, and after locking eyes with Sean, you nod. “Green, blue, red. Stay still for me, okay?”

Heart hammering against your ribcage, you say a silent prayer that you’ll make it home to your husband tonight, the opposite of your usual morning mantra. Then, you suck in a deep breath and make the first cut.

Finding yourself still in one piece, you move your hands to the blue wire. “One down, two to go. We’re almost there, Sean.”

“We’re almost there,” he repeats, swallowing thickly as you slice through the blue.

“Hey, Jay?” you call, delicately moving the cut pieces aside to reach the final wire. “You remember what I said on our first date when you tried to convince me not to date you?”

The NCIS agent absentmindedly reaches for the ring on his left hand, anxiously twisting it around his finger. “You said ‘I like a little adventure in my life’,” he recalls fondly, clearing his throat after his voice breaks on the last word.

“Well, baby,” you murmur, “here’s to adventure.”

“Open your eyes, Sean,” you say softly. “I made you a promise, didn’t I?” You help the young blonde peel his fingers off of the detonator, then slowly, carefully, remove his hoodie and the vest from his body. “We’re going to get you the help you need, and you’re finally going to be able to rest.”

“Doctor Gibbs,” he whispers, his voice thick with emotion, “I’m sorry. I didn’t want to hurt anybody. I’m sorry. It’s just that- well, sometimes, I feel like I’m still there and-”

“You’re okay,” you soothe, reaching out tentatively to touch his arm and try to ground him to reality. “You’re okay, Sean. When you’re ready, we’ll go outside together so you can talk to my husband, alright? Why don’t we sit down for a few minutes and-”

The distinct sound of helicopter blades whirring overhead drowns your voice out, and you see Sean’s eyes flood with panic once more. Snatching up your phone from its spot on the ground, you yell, “Get that chopper out of here right now! Ziva? Can you hear me?”

Sean begins pacing frantically, gnawing on his lip with renewed fervor and scratching the same spot on his cheek. “Sean, look at me,” you plead, lowering your voice as the noise outside mercifully dies down. “You’re home. You’re safe.”

He stops and turns to you, clearly confused and agitated. “Where’s Drew?”

“I’m sure he’s just outside, waiting for us.”

Sean lets out a frustrated grunt and shakes his head. “No, no, he’s supposed to be here with me. I need to know where he is.” He reaches into his back pocket, and you see the smallest blip of red shift from the wall to his chest.

You scream out, “Get down,” but your words are drowned out by the shattering of glass from behind you.

Dropping to your knees, you pull as much of his body into your lap as you can, pressing down on the freshly blooming wound in his chest. “Somebody help me!” Your throat feels raw but you yell out again, desperate for somebody outside the thick walls of the building to hear you.

Sean looks up at you with wide eyes, and somehow he looks even younger now. Bile floods your mouth, but you swallow it back down. “Don’t give up on me, okay? We’re in a hospital, we’re going to get you help.”

His eyelids flutter and he grimaces as he releases the cellphone from his grip and lifts his hand to cover yours. “Please- Please don’t leave me.”

Tears blurring your vision, you answer, “I’m not going anywhere,” your voice a lot stronger than you feel right now. Craning your neck behind you, you yell in another futile attempt, “Someone please, help us!”

When you turn back to Sean, his breathing has grown more shallow. “Don’t you leave me,” you implore, pressing your hands even harder against his chest and willing the rivulets of red to stop flowing between your fingers. You want to close your eyes, want to turn away, but you won’t let him leave this world feeling alone and afraid. Maintaining pressure with your left hand, you cup his cheek with your right and brush your thumb over his cheekbone. Mustering up a soft smile, you whisper, “It’s going to be okay.”

And then his body goes slack beneath your fingertips.

You throw your entire weight into performing chest compressions, breathing out ragged puffs of One, two, three, four, five, your body going into autopilot even as the pool of blood growing beneath you taunts that he’s not coming back.

Hearing footsteps approaching from behind, you whip around and demand with a snarl, “What the hell took you so long? Help me!” You turn back to Sean and keep pumping against his chest, your own heaving with exertion and the force of keeping your sorrow at bay.

Then you feel a hand on your shoulder gently pulling you away, and Jethro whispers a single word that shatters the dam. “Honey.”

You collapse against him, sobbing, and he tucks you into his chest. Curling your bloodied hands against your body, you garble through tears, “I could’ve saved him, Jay. Why didn’t they let me save him?”

Jethro doesn’t say anything, just holds you in his lap until the flurry of activity around you becomes too much to handle. You look up at him with bloodshot eyes, and he immediately understands, standing and helping you up, then walking you out to the periphery of the crime scene. An EMT rushes over, gently curling a trauma blanket around your suddenly frail body, and guides you to sit on the edge of the ambulance. You see her lips moving but are unable to make out her words through the buzzing in your ears. “…Ma’am? Ma’am?” Failing to get a response from you, she turns to your husband with a worried glance and says, “I think she’s in shock.”

“I’m fine, dammit,” you snap, “I’m a fucking doctor.”

She takes a step back at the ferocity in your voice, and Jethro puts a hand on your face, forcing you to look at him. “Let her take care of you. Please?”

His gentle tone softens the broken bits of you, and you turn back to the EMT. With a shudder, you whisper, “I’m sorry, I don’t- It’s been a really long day. I’m sorry.”

“You’ve been through a lot,” she murmurs. “I just want to check your vitals and then you’re finally going to be able to rest.”

Her words harken back to your final moment of calm with the young Marine, and you numbly hold out your arm as she fits the blood pressure cuff around your bicep. Tears trickling down your cheeks, you watch the coroner’s gurney roll across the parking lot. At least you can finally get some sleep.

[A/N: Please know I did a bunch of research while writing this to try and do justice to these very real mental health conditions, and I sincerely apologize if I misrepresented them in any way. I was inspired by an early episode of NCIS and a later line in the show where Ducky talks about DC not having a “J street”. It’s also my first foray into a fic that doesn’t wrap up all nice and pretty, so I wanted to push myself as an author. I’m always open to feedback and ways to amend/improve my writing, so please let me know if you have suggestions or can help me make the character’s portrayal more accurate. As always, thank you for reading 🖤]

[awritersbro]

Sic Semper Tyrannis

The loneliest man in the world lives in a marble-clad mansion on the top of a great hill. The hill is completely surrounded by a giant moat half a mile deep and one hundred yards across, and what the lonely man still considers to be the most sophisticated wall in the world.

It is indeed an awe-inspiring work of architecture. One thousand feet of stone, concrete and steel, protected by security cameras that watched every square inch of the wall and its immediate surroundings, over two thousand machine guns, and over two hundred guard towers rising a hundred feet atop the wall. Each watchtower was topped with two anti-aircraft missile systems, antennae for jamming enemy communications and disseminating propaganda, and one nuclear launch system. Whether or not the lonely man ever had bombs to launch is still a matter of debate.

Nobody living outside the walls has been brave enough to check, and the loneliest man in the world is not about to tell.

Behind these walls lie the Presidential Gardens. They aren't as beautiful as they were when the lonely man's propaganda was filmed, before the grapevines were allowed to cover the marble statues of the Heroes of the Republic and the wheat and corn were allowed to spread like the grasses they are. Before the roses covered the calm, winding paths in sharp thorns and the orchards began to spread and turn the entire place into a single large forest. Before feral pigs and chickens could wander freely through it all. Before the giant golden statue of the lonely man at the top of what had once been the President's Fountain had a family of pigeons nesting happily atop its head.

The golden dome of the Great House of the Republic shines over the Presidential gardens, though the wind and rain has dulled the bright white marble facade to a dull pale gray. There is only a single door into the building that once housed nearly fifty thousand people. Above it, the Presidential balcony looks out at the gardens. Empty, save for five machine guns and a handful of spent shells.

The lonely man was once a very charismatic man, to be able to oversee the construction of all of this.

Day by day, the forest grows closer and closer to the Great House of the Republic. A Rose vine climbs up the first in a long line of pikes atop which the severed heads of Enemies of The Party are displayed. Wheat and corn and flowers of all types feed on the corpses beneath the mounds where the Enemies of The Party were buried. Saplings sprout right next to the mansion's walls, their roots preparing to eat away at its foundation.

The lonely man sees none of this, for he ordered all the windows in the mansion to be boarded up back when there were still people in the mansion to give orders to. A few years later, he ordered the same for the door outside. To protect his people from the Enemies of The Party.

The mansion is a colossal web of rooms and hallways, there is only one man alive who knows how it looks from the inside. Its original architect was labeled an Enemy of The Party and killed. His corpse rotting somewhere in the halls along with all those who questioned the lonely man's orders after the door was boarded up.

The loneliest man in the world lives in a marble-clad mansion on the top of a great hill. He wanders its endless halls calling for all within earshot to stand with him against the enemies of the Party and of the Republic before they can destroy their way of life.

The calls were quite convincing, when there were people there to hear him.

[youlikefanficdontyousquidward]

A rotting self

Recomweek Day 7: Nightmare

RecomQuaritch x Reader

Summary: Quaritch has a nightmare.

CW: Gore, body horror.

The pressure crushed against him from all sides. He couldn't breathe, his lungs so compressed that he could not fill them no matter how he tried. He struggled against the wet slimy walls, sharp angles jutting out against his as he shifted.

He felt frantic, the spasming in his chest as it violently tried to draw breath. Like drowning, he was drowning again. He felt feral fear course through his veins, clawed hands tearing against the soft fleshy walls surrounding him. He felt them tear and give and with a final strike his hand burst through, cool in the air beyond.

He brought his other clawed hand to the maw, pulling and shredding the gap wider. He thrust his head through, gasping air. Blinking wet in the bright white lights. There was screaming, loud guttural, tiny fists beating uselessly against him as he struggled and pulled out.

The screams turned gargled and Quaritch finally blinked the blood from his eyes as he crawled out of the corpse. He lurched away, gagging at the sight. Guts spilled and face bloodied, his face. His human self lay lifeless on the floor. He spun in the room, wall after wall of mirror. His skin streaked with gore and blood, not a single patch of blue visible.

He screamed, hollered, demanded to know what was happening, to be let out. He caught his reflection as he did, monstrous, alien. A fanged creature hissing and snarling, not human. He imagined their sneers behind the glass, feral creature.

Behind him the body gurgled again. He turned watching the shape edge and crawl towards him. Arms slapping wetly against the tile as it dragged its torn form limply behind it.

"Your recom now colonel" It choked over bloodied lips. "Those are my memories, my charm" It pulled towards him again. Quaritch lept around it but it pulled itself so quickly and it was on him again.

"Regroup in hell, regroup in hell." It chanted. Quaritch growled at it, stomping his boot into its skull.

"Fuck off!" He hissed, stomping down again and again. Crunching turning to squelching before it's arm shot up and grabbed his bare leg. He yelled, grabbing at the appendage trying to rip it off but it clung. Skin fusing down into his own, pain shot up through his leg and he collapsed.

The thing pulled up, arm sloughing off and remaining attached at his leg. The ruined human face of Colonel Miles Quaritch bared down on him. Arm holding him up beginning to fuse into the recoms chest.

"semper fi"

He screamed. Rolling from side to side grunting, sweat beading on skin. Wet and trapped tightly bound, he struggled again.

"Miles! Miles!" Y/n? What? What were they doing here. Soft warm hands cupped his face, stilling him. When his eyes dragged open he saw their panicked expression.

In the moment he was still caught, bound in flesh that wasn't his own. He glanced down, the sheets tangled in his legs. There were no fused hands, no blood, no corpse face leering down. He was whole in the dark of his bunk with a concerned y/n.

"I'm fine." He lied, letting them stroke his cheek. Their thumb frozen, hands pulling away. He wanted to grab them, put them back but he allowed you to settle them in your lap.

"Miles do you..."

"No." He interrupted, eyes casting sternly back into your own. You watched his face for a second, the star lights following the curve of features you'd grown so familiar with. He was strong but you knew he was hurting. Why wouldn't he just let you help him?

"Okay"You whispered, rising off his bed. His hand gripped your wrist, his head still focused on you but the ears tipped back.

"Stay." He spoke it as a command. You just nodded your head, lifting the sheet and slipping in beside him. His eyes remained locked on yours before you turned your back to him. His gaze was too intense, searching you for something you couldn't know. You didn't know what he wanted, how to help him.

He settled in behind you, curling round without touching you. Afraid of overstepping, that you'd flinch away or worse, leave. Quaritch watched the back of your neck till sleep took him back.

[mikaharuka]

Most Recent Releases!

Heyo y'all! It's been forever since I last posted about anything here on Tumblr, so... here I am, with a handful of links to my most recent fics! There are a couple of different fandoms (Twilight/Life and Death, FE3H, Madoka Magica, and Ace Attorney) and a couple of different ships (slash and femslash alike), but I had fun writing them all!

(Side note - the final fic on this list, Seduction of the Phoenix Bride just revealed today for the Mitsunaru Day 2024 Exchange!)

[Also, tagging just to remind y'all that I'm still on this weird site XD - @udaberriwrites @mrsmungus @sliebman10 @tsunderesalty @axolotlsupremacyowo @fattybattysblog @bleepbloopbotz @narcissasdaffodil @oceangirl24 @danceswithdarkspawn @hylianjo @lena-hills @bees-and-sunshine @kayedium-writes @aleksandriel @0nelittlebirdtoldme @sergeantneko @four-white-trees @precambrian-sea-pancake @evelinessa @argyleheir alongside many others!]

Danza de las Flores || Twilight, Life and Death Mature || 1500 words || Carine Cullen/Bella Swan (F/F)

Bella swings by Edythe's house to get some help with dancing, only to run into her long-time crush and Edythe's older sister, Carine. Fortunately for her, Carine is very willing to help her out. [Inspired by my musings on a swapped version of my Verse!]

Semper Felidae || Twilight, Life and Death Mature || 3000 words || Carlisle Cullen/Beau Swan (M/M)

From the fall of his beloved Adrian to the return of the curious and all-too-familiar Beauregard, Carlisle and his feline companion, Orion, have borne witness to it all. [A prelude to Apricity from Carlisle's POV, set in my overarching Winter Light Verse]

Febris Amatoria || Twilight, Life and Death Explicit || 1800 words (so far) || Carlisle Cullen/Beau Swan (M/M)

The evolution of Beau's and Carlisle's relationship and intimacy over time, captured through a series of erotic moments set in the Winter Light Verse. [Side note, I finally released chapter 3]

The Sun, Moon, and Stars || Twilight, Life and Death Mature || 900 words || Carine Cullen/Edythe Cullen (F/F)

To Edythe Masen, Doctor Carine Cullen was everything- her sun, her moon, and her stars.

In Draconic Harmony || Fire Emblem Three Houses (FE3H) Mature || 900 words || Dorothea Arnault/Edelgard von Hresvelg (F/F)

After spotting her two advisors sharing a quiet moment together, Edelgard decides to sneak away for an intimate moment of her own.

The Die is Cast || Puella Magi Madoka Magica Mature || 900 words || Akemi Homura/Kaname Madoka (F/F)

The stage, home to Homura's arduous journey, has seen many tragic curtain calls, until an unexpected element enters stage right.

Ruthless Seduction || Ace Attorney (Gyakuten Saiban) Explicit || 1500 words || Miles Edgeworth/Phoenix Wright (M/M)

Miles Edgeworth, prosecutor and magic user, is working a late night at the office when his vampiric partner, Phoenix Wright, decides to swings by. Phoenix is determined to make his partner take a break from his work... except it comes around to bite him in a rather pleasurable way and both of them enjoy the outcome.

Seduction of the Phoenix Bride || Ace Attorney (Gyakuten Saiban) Explicit || 7600 words || Miles Edgeworth/Phoenix Wright (M/M)

After receiving a strange black invitation in the mail one day, Phoenix and Maya take the plunge and meet their client, Lady Franziska von Karma, who asks them to deliver some important paperwork to her brother, Lord Miles Edgeworth. When they arrive at his manor, Phoenix is faced with an overwhelming rush of new, yet strangely familiar sensations and memories, along with some odd circumstances and fantastical dreams as he slowly unravels the mystery.

[nabaath-areng]

People I want to get to know better

(Was tagged by @semper-miles and @sealrock, thank you! ♡)

Last Song: 'Fat Fetishism' with The Piass (don't look up without lowering your volume first just in case LOL) (Random tangent but seeing them live will forever be one of the best things I've ever experienced... I need to frame the stickers I put together on my old calendar cover. Honestly I'd love it if I ever got another chance to watch them perform, seeing that they've only done lives since the one I went to back in... oh my god 2012 what IS time—)

Favorite Color: Pinks, preferably light and pastel though I do love hot/neon pink too. Other people usually expect it to be black considering the way I've always dressed IRL (which is to various extents reflected in my OCs), and I do like black! But what I like to put on myself vs what I like to surround myself with (like my room, personal belongings, everyday items etc) differs and therefore I'm overwhelmingly surrounded by pink lol

Currently Watching: ... Honestly I tried to start multiple things many months ago but my ADHD makes watching anything an actual nightmare and if I finish a whole series, especially if it's long? You can bet that I'll barely remember anything orz So I guess in order for me to answer the question should be "what's the last thing you tried to watch" which would be Heavenly Delusion (hoping to finish it but I can only watch things properly in my gf's direct presence and we're long distance sooo...) (Though last year something possessed me and I watched the entire SVSSS donghua start to finish several episodes in a row without losing focus even once and I'm still riding that high. I suppose it helped that I'd already read the whole novel lol)

Last Movie: Movies are a bit easier for me (due to them having a very clear cut run time for me to mentally prepare for beforehand) but they're still subject to the same problems as the previous question... and I think the last one I watched was Ghibli's Castle in the Sky about a year ago or so (my favorite movie also)

Sweet/Spicy/Savory: Love all three, could never pick just one!!!! And for that matter, LOVE sour.

Relationship Status: In a relationship with @amberwound !!!!

Current Obsessions: My new desktop and the fact that I can have more than one game installed at a time on it. I've also been stuck in HSR cause something about the combat just scratches my brain in a way I can't explain...

Last Thing in my Search History: 'Svenskt lejon' to show friend lmao

Tagging: @fourfoldfires @amberwound @captainqster @ahollowgrave @mythandral @witcherbatard @apheliondusk @yloiseconeillants @tsupertsundere @draculas-husband @neoma-eltanin @ffxivtribehydrae @tinolqa @magicalyams @unfotp @cytherae-rubin (I bet more than half of these won't actually get properly tagged with no way to correct it cause this always happens when I tag people and this website might just hate me--)

+ anyone else who wants to! Consider yourself tagged by me!

[iron-sparrow]

People I Wanna Get to Know Better

Thank you for the tag, @darcar and @tsupertsundere. (You sure you wanna know more?)

Last Song: "RATATATA" by BABYMETAL x Electric Callboy

Favorite Color: Black. Most of my favorite color combinations include it. I'd count grays too.

Currently Watching: "Catfished," a YouTube series by Social Catfish (not MTV), one of those background checking services. It's honestly the best combination of cringe and background noise. If you like scam baiting/busting stuff, you might dig this too.

Last Movie: Dinosaur Hotel (IYKYK...)

Sweet/Spicy/Savory: Spicy. I'll also accept savory and sweet, because I like food. I just prefer spicy because I have melanin.

Relationship Status: Yep. No changes here.

Current (OC) Obsessions:

1. Yein and Sacheo's relationship as twins who serve Nald'thal 2. Obsidian and Selenite (@ahollowgrave) being weirdos 3. Yein consuming Achille (@sealrock) like the buffet he is

Last Thing I Googled: "Shipping costs to Switzerland" or something like that.

Tagging @oneiroy, @verysmallcyborg, @semper-miles, @wildstar25 and really anyone who wants to do this. I wouldn't mind more trivia about any of you.

[primamchorus]

People I want to get to know better

Tagged by @upatreewithoutaharness; thank you \ o w o /

Tagging: @ubejamjar, @sasslett, @ainyan, @sylaurin, @semper-miles, and anyone else who wants to do it! (no pressure, though!)

Last Song: Far Away by Red Vox -- I might have been trying to lose myself in some feels, because this song is such a release for me. It took me a while to realize why it feels so powerful to me and for me, and it's because, to me, the lyrics speak of reflection and letting it be okay to change as a person, that even if the experiences linger and last, it's okay to move forward, and it's okay to look back to see how much you've grown. Favourite Color: Contrary to what one might think, my favorite color is crimson and darker reds in general. Hard to believe when so many of my characters are very much Blue-Coded™ Currently Watching: I had a mind to watch Inside Out 2 later if I could. Last Movie: My partner and I watched SpyxFamily: Code White last night! Sweet/Spicy/Savory: I am a big sweet tooth. I love sweet flavors, and, uh...if my family history is anything to go off of, probably need to cherish it as much as I can while I can. But I also really love savory flavors as well. Spicy...ehhhh...habanero is about the hottest I can tolerate. My partner got the least spiciest buldak from one of our Asian markets when we lived in north Texas, and I don't know if I want to find out how spicy spicy is for Koreans if a two pepper rating on the package made me rethink my life choices. Like! It was delicious! But holy shit. Relationship Status: It'll be mine and @blossomblade's 14th anniversary this Halloween. Still unmarried, but it's really not a big deal. We may as well be. Current Obsessions: It's still Nomin and Estinien. I'm still very much active posting all kinds of things about my ship and how much I love them over at @paintedscales Last Thing In My Search History: ... :D "surrogate parents -pregnancy" -- I was very much looking for any other ideas for today's FFXIV Write. (Don't worry, I got it, and it should be going up soon)

[carminewill]

𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐈𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐓𝐑𝐔𝐄 𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐄 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘?

the h̶e̶r̶o̶ villain

so we meet again, don't we? pity, I hoped our reunion would never occur. oh, pardon my discourtesy would you? but I really find tyrants unpleasant to the mouth. "sic semper evello mortem tyrannis." I have seen many before you fall, and I will see many after you descend as well. oh don't give me that hateful sneer, you more than anyone should know the expanse of my kindness, but vain little heroes are but villians in different shoes. you grew up wishing to prove yourself, you were good once, or I thought you were. maybe you were born nasty. you strove to reach the stars, for you felt unworthy, ha, perhaps you were onto something you pushed those you saw as dirty into the dirt, face down in the name of righteousness. but one does not merely hate for hatred itself. all abhorrence stems from fear. you call yourself a savior to merely stomp on the ones beneath you. would you like a bitter truth? no one's beneath you, some just strike more worry into your heart. are they better than you? as much as I'd adore saying yes, there might still be hope for you yet. after you swallow a few slices of humble pie, and wake up to reality. you cannot force anyone to change. you cannot force anyone to do anything. it is as simple as that. reality has very few set rules and somehow even then people find a way to break them. you're not a god, little beast. it's time you stopped acting like one, for one day a real god will smite you where you stand, and they will be disguised as the "lesser" people you mock so bitterly.

the fallen prodigy

hello old friend, it's been a while hasn't it? I remember when you were just a child, gape-smiled and beaming like the sun. where have you laid your youth to rest my love? is it buried beside your heart perhaps? I know how deeply life has wounded you, it took away everything, didn't it? oh poor soul, you held onto happiness with bloody, shaking hands but still fate ripped even that away from you. your past lovers are dead or did some betray you? turning away in fear of what they once admired. your comrades have been slain, or their priorities shifted. I've heard you too have changed your way of thought. the people fear you now, do they normally cower at the sound of your name? ah don't fret, that makes two of us. the masses tend to despise the things they do not have the will to comprehend. the villian finds sympathy for you don't they, well I could have seen that from a mile away. you two are the oldest friends, you made a deal with them correct? to save your late love, they tried to hold their end of the bargain, really, but I fear you are cursed to forever be despondent. oh what a sad and miserable life without love. is that why you chase loneliness? for is it truly a life of sorrow if you yourself has chosen it? but don't become bitter from the pain. trust when I say I have seen wounds unfold a man, turning the gentlest spirits into seething beasts. please, keep seeking love, even if it seems you are forbidden from it. you are the master of your own fate, I see how tired you are. the scars never healed, they twist and wrap around your entire person. your eyes are dark and lifeless, rest. but keep fighting, not with the sword you have forsaken so long ago, but with your heart. I'll be rooting for you my friend.

the rising under dog

why hello again dearie, I see you managed to help those frogs those children were kicking, hm? oh how much I can emphasize we are but the ghosts of our childhood passions. and, unsurprising enough, the hero to the trodden little creatures of the earth is now a rising golden savior to the masses. oh love, I said you'd go far, didn't I. for the good always prevail in the end, somehow, they do. you lived a difficult life, I know, but you never let that get you down. you took beatings with a grin, and dished back kindness in return. inequality and injustice made you outraged, and you strove to assist the hurting and abused. oh shining dragon, you are bathed in golden light. please keep being true. you have tasted blood and death, but you refused to force it down the throats of others. and that alone proves there is inchor in your veins, demigod. you will be struggling until the very end, battling for your comrades, your people, and yourself. never lose sight of your goal my dear. sometimes you needn't have one, except see the good, and protect it. that is all my advice can tell you. I implore, protect the goodness in yourself with everything you have, but never refuse to share it also. young hero, you are growing. you are destined for wonders even I may not live long enough to encounter. keep up the good work, and keep your head held high. you are bound to do the impossible, all because you see the truth. there is good in the world, and it deserves to be found.

[the-whispers-of-death]

OC Information: "Cerberus"

Full Name: Rahul Sachin Ali

Callsign(s): Cerberus

Alias(es): Human Guard Dog, Doctor Dog, Dog Whisperer, Spot, Doctor Statue

Nationality: First-Generation American (Indian parents)

Affiliations: U.S. Navy (former), U.S. Fleet Marine Force (Former), Shadow Company

Rank: E-6/Hospital Corpsman First Class

Gender: Male

Status: Legally Dead

Birthday: July 20th, 1990 (34 as of 2024)

Build: Burly (when he's all healed up and back in the gym)

Height: 6'5"

Marks: U.S. Navy tattoo on his left shoulder (one swallow representing the 10,000 nautical miles he's traveled on U.S. naval ships), a U.S. Marine tattoo on his right forearm (a complex tattoo of an eagle and a globe with the words "Semper Fi" below it), several whip and knife scars covering his torso, arms, legs, and back. He has a huge knife scar going down his right eyebrow and eye.

Hair: Black

Eyes: Brown (Left), White (Right)

Background: Rahul was born to Indian immigrants and he was born in Charlotte, North Carolina. He grew up with one older sister and was considered to be the more soft-spoken out of the two kids. He enlisted in the U.S. Navy when he was eighteen and switched the Marine Fleet Force soon after discovering he wanted to be a Corpsman. He spent thirteen years in the military and was presumed dead for six months after being captured by a terrorist organization called "Minvera". He made the switch to Shadow Company after they've recently rescued him.

Extra: He is considered to be paranoid, constantly looking over his shoulder and never letting anyone be behind him. While his eye injury was bad enough to make his right eye turn white and cloudy, he's not completely blind in the eye. He wears a contact lens in his right eye when on missions so that he has 20/20 vision.

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[avalon821]

Burakh for @semper-miles ! He’s pretty neat!