#sergeant Elias

[sparrowstarsandsorrow]

Sergeant Barnes(Tom Berenger) and Sergeant Elias (willem dafoe) in Platoon 1986.

'There's more than what meets the eye'

[onedayillthinkofacreativeuser]

Chris and Elias in Platoon (1986). A yap

(Alternatively- The homoerotic relationship between Chris and Elias)

Apologies if this is a little hard to understand, and if the photos are difficult to read

Feel free to comment with your own opinions, ideas or theories on all this

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So one of their earlier notable interactions is when Chris is shot and gets sent to hospital. (Which is not included in the movie) Lerner is there too but all he does is talk about his divorce

First he brings one of Chris’ book that he took when Chris was carrying way too much in the jungle walk (and fainting)

This scene in the movie is one of my favourite, not sure why. Elias basically offers to help him carry his stuff and pretty much makes an invitation for Chris to speak to him again and interact with him.

This is pretty easily readable as platonic, it’s a book, I think it’s a more personal gift though as he specifies it’s a book of Chris’ grandmother’s stories, but it’s never said if Elias knew this.

his other gift was one of Elias’ own purple hearts in a box, there’s a note addressed to Chris that says:

‘Taylor, take a close look at this thing. It's one of mine. Purple Hearts are made out of plastic, but they sure as hell ain't cheap! One is all you'll ever need.”

Again, this could be platonic depending on how you see it. But a war medal is a pretty big thing to gift someone platonically

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Now, the underworld scene

First, it states Elias ‘leers’ at Chris. Typically, leering at someone is checking them out.

And after the leer, the shotgun scene commences. Chris thought that Elias wanted to shoot him (phrasing it “Blow him away” which is pretty funny to me)

Then he shotguns from Elias and it describes Chris feeling ‘a warm flush from his head to his armpits’, but I think that’s the weed

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Next is one of my other favourite scenes. This is the ‘we’re gonna loose this war’ scene, but the novel has way more detail

So first off Elias grips his shoulders, keep in mind through this they’re both not high (from what I can tell with the context)

Then Chris notes a look in his eyes, describing it as ‘riveting yet demanding’ And ‘softened by a strange supplication’ Which I feel like is a very specific way to describe a man looking at you

[Supplication; the action of asking or begging for something earnestly or humbly.]

[Riveting; completely engrossing; compelling]

So they’re alone together in the middle of the night, and Elias is holding onto him and looking at him with a begging look. Riveting implies it’s compelling to Chris, which I took as Chris wanting to keep staring back.

Im not sure of ‘demanding’ but it feels in the same vain of ‘supplication’. A sort of plea?

Also mentioned is ‘There was an eerie flash in the man's eyes. It was deep .... back beyond the pupils where no one sees but anyone can feel.’

Which is just before the staring and after he grabs his shoulders, a flash of what is never mentioned, but I’m sure it means something

Then, Elias slowly moves his face closer and closer to Chris.

‘Chris froze and watched Elias's face as it moved slowly to within inches of his own. The move had been slow and determined, enlarging to fill his field of vision like a subject seen through a zoom lens.’

Which, is like something out of a romance movie. If Chris was a woman this would’ve been taken way different, when I read it I half expected them to kiss

‘He was reminded of the fierce glare Elias had used to halt Barnes in the ville.’

A fierce glare seems wrong for the situation. like Chris was mistaking some sort of intense stare for the angry glare he gave Barnes. This is backed up by the previous description of his staring, the ‘flash’ and the ‘supplication’

After that Elias says that ‘Maybe a piece of me's in you (Chris) now...’ and lets go of Chris who scoots back a bit. Then he smiles and decides he’ll come back as a deer (This is an important tool we’ll use later on)

Chris nods and ‘touched Elias lightly on the shoulder’ before getting up, but Elias grabs his hand’

It is never mentioned that Elias lets go of his hand

Again, if this was a woman and a man it’d be considered romantic. Chris mentions a shooting star

Then Elias tells him to go to sleep, and that’s the end of the charged scene

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Now, the end of the book

It’s after the huge final battle, Barnes freaks out and loses it and Chris gets a bomb dropped on him.

He wakes up covered in alot of blood and sees this

‘a buck deer with mossy antlers and a snowy white bib tucked beneath his pointy chin. How could anyone with such soft, liquid eyes dispassionately rule the depths of hell? At the sound of roaring engines and creaking tracks, the deer lifted its ears, twitched its nose and bolted away into the brush. The animal moved with fluid grace, Chris noticed, as Elias had moved before Barnes killed him.’

First off, Chris describes the deer as lucifer. The devil, even though it’s implied to be Elias paying a visit.

Now if you really want to analyse it, I think you could look at it as Chris considering Elias a sin or something along those lines

‘How could anyone with such soft, liquid eyes dispassionately rule the depths of hell?’

Someone, not something like you would with an animal. Or, to me. ‘how could someone like Elias go to hell?’

With the context of the 60s/70s there’s a high chance he grew up religious, and especially being told homosexuality is a sin. But Elias showed up and apparently flipped it, he’s struggling with it. Elias gets killed and he thinks he’ll go to hell for his drug use or something along that line (and maybe his gay vibes idk) but then he thinks, how could someone as amazing as Elias go to an eternal fire pit, be tortured and all that.

It’s well known everyone loves Elias, he’s considered pretty friendly and all that. Not a stereotypical evil sinner

‘he decided the devil truly defied stereotype. Lucifer looked like a buck deer with mossy antlers and a snowy white bib tucked beneath his pointy chin.’

Now, this would seem like a pretty mystical sight. But Chris rejects it and decides that it’s the devil. Again, I’m not sure where I’m going here but it feels like it means something.

Then, the deer bolts. Just like how Elias ran from Barnes’ attack And Chris is rescued by the medical team or something of that sort (can’t remember the exact way they described them, but they help him)

And (a little after that) the movie ends.

Elias is long dead by then so we get nothing. Chris never sees his body or says goodbye to him, just a ‘I move faster alone’ (which, Chris doesn’t want to leave him alone. He wants to go with him, and he’s the one who wants to go back to get him or retrieve his body)

And he kills Barnes in revenge. He’d already fought him over it, he even wants to frag Barnes. Now we all know Barnes is a murderer and war criminal but ‘I’ll fight and eventually kill the much more experienced and stronger man for you’ seems like a lot. He could’ve reported Barnes and taken it through the court martialing (although that might not have worked) but he chose to revenge kill him.

for Elias.

[theghostinyourwalls]

The hottest thing a man can do is be Willem Dafoe

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[snortoborto]

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(SAMPLE) The Ancient Magus' Bride Official Complete Book (2024)

[theotheronedotorg]

Could we maybe get Mama Walker and a reader insert doing a little craft with the boys? Like they make bracelets to help remember their mom by.

When I got this ask, I had asked if the reader insert should be my own, like how Mama is a reader/character insert or a reader insert from one of their own stories. We settled on a reader insert from their story series 'CoD Ghosts Cryptid Hunters'. I quite like it, and it's fascinating to read,,

Anyways, the reader's name will be left unsaid, but the nickname will be Val, for @brokenpieces-72 story reference.

However, to make this closer to my story-making, I'll be putting in a bit of a change. I also don't want to Copywrite (I don't know if you even can do that on here, so in case you can, I'm not risking it.) anything from their story, so that's why I'm making these changes as well,,

I hope this is close to what you had in mind, and I'm sorry if it's not what you wanted,,

I'll stop rambling now so you can read,,

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"What was she like?"

David froze at the question, his body stopping like time had stilled. Logan seemed to do the same from where he sat at the table, colored wool strings and beads of all kinds spread out on the wooden surface.

Val, the boys' friend for about three weeks now, stared at the picture of Elias's wife. It was one of the few taken on their wedding day, and it was clear, even though the darling dress made her look so elegant, that she was pregnant with David. The white fabric draped over her body looked like a marble sculpture. The white flower embroidery was like vines etching against the see-through sleeves and layered skirts that hid her legs and followed her in a three-foot drape. Her shoulders were bare, and the sleeves that ended at her wrists had a ribbon-like strap around the ends of the light, baggy fabric.

A loose, single braid wrapped around her head acted as a crown, with white flowers set in the crooks and the bends. The rest of her hair was set in a low bun with a few more flowers set in the beautiful fluffy mess. A few strands of hair framing her face made her youth at the time even more apparent.

Elias talked about that day a lot, even when Mama was still alive. He talked about how she smelled of Jasmine and Ylang-ylang. How her makeup was so perfect that it made her glow twice as much. He spoke about how her pregnancy that day was kind to her, how she hadn't had any pains other than the given back pains, and even that was merciful on her that day.

David took in a breath, his green eyes (a hue that his Mama's would constantly change to no matter what lighting she was in) glanced over towards the picture that sat comfortably on the table Logan was at. The mahogany frame had swirls and intricate designs that matched the photo's elegant uniqueness. The glass that protected the photo was thin and had a clear coating to it that left no smudges when someone were to touch it. Elias took extra care of that photo, even before her death.

"What was your mom like?" Val questioned once more, turning her head towards the two and pausing as she eyed their frozen bodies.

David let out a silent breath, pushing it out for the sake of his lungs. He didn't need them to feel like they were going to blow because he couldn't find the energy to breathe again. He couldn't take his eyes off the picture, and from the corner of his vision, he could see Logan curling in on himself.

"She- uh. ." David started, brushing off his sweaty palms on his pant legs. He cleared his throat slightly, the sting of hot tears appearing behind his eyes. Even though it's been about three years since her death, he still couldn't get over it. Not fully. Questions about her always made him want to cry. "She was kind." He pushed out, his throat feeling tighter by the second.

Logan nodded from where he was, his fingers pinching the strings that were typically used to make homemade bracelets. He'd generally stopped talking after Mama's death, but sometimes he'd let out a peep or two, just to let his vocal cords feel useful once more. But he'd mainly do that alone.

"She used to do a lot of things." Logan managed to let out, his gaze downcast as he felt the eyes of his friend and brother on him. "She used to be a hairstylist when we were little."

David felt a tightness in his chest greaten at his brother's voice. It was shaky and raspy from misuse and emotion, but it was his voice. He took in a sharp breath through his nose and moved to sit down with the two, taking a bead from the pile Logan had made and inspected it, his eyes scanning the little bird that was printed on the white surface of it.

"She had a lot of hobbies." David started, his lips turning up into a soft smile at the memories that sprang to mind. "Like bird watching. She'd go out in the mornings and just watch the birds, saying that was the best time to watch them because they were just waking up with their kids."

Val looked between the two from where she sat, her eyes saddening at the sight of the two returning to their depressive states. She didn't mean for them to regress. Honestly, she didn't. She just wanted to know more about the famous woman who birthed her two best friends.

She took in a breath and looked down at her pile, eyeing the assortment of colors and sizes of beads, a few of them having bird pictures on them as well. She picked up a white thread, eyeing it like it could solve life's secrets in one single word.

"What," she started, her words trailing off just as they slipped from her lips. She took in a breath and glanced up at the two, noticing how they looked at her. They weren't looking at her like they wanted her to stop talking. They were looking at her like they wanted her to express themselves. They must have gotten that from their mother. She'd seem like the type to have people express themselves instead of bottling up their emotions. "What kind of colors did she like?"

It didn't take long for the two brothers to lighten up. Making things for their mother was something they always loved to do. Getting their dad to buy her stuff on Valentine's Day was how they gifted her expensive items when they were little, and when they got the chance in school, they'd make her anything. Cards, books, pictures, poets, bracelets, necklaces, shirts, jackets. Things that she'd be glad to have and/or wear.

Making her a bracelet of all her favorite colors and patterns reminded the two of her personality and her clothes. For example, a solid pink bead and a white one with a fox head picture reminded the two of when Mama used to dress up in onesies, especially a pink fox, whenever she'd build pillow forts with them. A white bead with a picture of the sun was a memory of her taking David and Logan to a park where she and Elias would sit on a bench and watch the two play. A solid black bead and a white one with the picture of a squid were a reminder of times when they'd go to the aquarium, specifically for the squids so they could try and spot them from where they would be hidden.

David managed to tell the story of her funeral. She used to be a medic in the army (apparently, she'd done everything) and met with a group of soldiers who showed up at her burial. A captain, a lieutenant, and a sergeant. They had said she was the best person anyone could ever work with/for. The sergeant wasn't one to talk, but the boys knew sign, and he had stated how their mother used to treat him like a son before she had left the service when she got pregnant.

Val ended up learning so much about their mother that she honestly wished she had met her. She would have loved to have a mother like that. So involved with her kids and so happy to see them smile.

Mrs. Walker sounded like someone who would have adopted her if she could. She honestly wished that was something that would have happened instead of her meeting her fate at such a young age with boys who weren't even old enough to know what death was and a husband not ready to lose the love of his life.

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I am so sorry! I never meant for this to get away from me! It was fun to make, but I'm still so very sorry for taking so long!

Taglist: @brokenpieces-72 @rerejunebug

[illiana-mystery]

Rightful Anger

[howlionj]

i have a lot of free time so i think about ghost introductions in game and additional content. isn't it strange that we got only three ghosts in rorke's files and only one story about gabriel? even though there's literally five of them who's active in a plot: elias, hesh, logan, rorke, keegan.

like i think in second part there should've been a keegan's and ajax's files. keegan because he played a big part in several operations and considered qualified enough to do single missions plus rorke's question about him was suspicious. ajax because rorke mentioned him in his vendetta list (ajax, elias, merrick*) and i guess before odin he was second-hand man of elias because rorke was so sure that it was him who shot him.

if remastered version or sequel ever happens i would love to see new rorke's files and additional information for one we already have.

*he kinda forgot about him in the end lol poor merrick

[nevadancitizen]

i love being trans i love taking testosterone but one drawback is that if i see any provocative image (even if it’s not meant to be provocative) i will get so hard i get dizzy. like i’m playing cod ghosts and i’m on the underwater mission and keegan threw his head back and i was immediately like i have to jerk off about this. i need to jerk it to keegan’s y/n-like ice blue orbs

[sparrowstarsandsorrow]

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚜, 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎'𝚜 𝚗𝚘 𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚘𝚛 𝚠𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖. 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎.

- 𝚂𝚎𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝙴𝚕𝚒𝚊𝚜, 𝙿𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚘𝚘𝚗(1986)

I fell in love with Elias' character during this scene. Im not sure why but its a big deal to me when a character talks about the stars and the shooting star was a nice touch. Also, the reason why this scene is my favourite, they were just stargazing on duty and having a personal talk. It was a nice wholesome scene between the two characters.

[forsworned]

˗ˏˋFORSWORNED'S CALL OF DUTY MASTERLISTˎˊ˗

SIMON 'GHOST' RILEY

Simon has an onlyfans pt.1 (nsfw)

Simon has an onlyfans pt. 2 (nsfw)

Admiration

It's (not) just sex (nsfw)

Romantic

Baby makin' (nsfw)

Use your heart (nsfw)

Let me hear you (nsfw)

Blow out all the candles (nsfw)

Hush, don't think you've made it under my skin (nsfw)

drabbles:

Four-leafed clover (nsfw themes)

Family affair

Hot and bothered (nsfw)

Predator and prey (nsfw)

Soft (nsfw)

Like a tattoo

JOHNNY 'SOAP' MACTAVISH

Sexy stretching (nsfw)

Casual (nsfw)

drabbles:

So wrong (nsfw)

Johnny can't help but overhear the conversation you're having with Kyle about your hook-up gone wrong...

✯ SAVING SERGEANT MACTAVISH

𝗌𝗒𝗉𝗇𝗈𝗌𝗂𝗌: 𝗂𝗇 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝖼𝗁 𝖺 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝖺𝗅𝗅𝖾𝗅 𝗎𝗇𝗂𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗌𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖾𝗑𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝗁𝖾𝗇𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗇𝖺 𝗈𝖿 𝗋𝖾𝗅𝗂𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗃𝗈𝗁𝗇𝗇𝗒'𝗌 𝖽𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇 𝗎𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗅 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝗌𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗂𝗇𝖾𝗏𝗂𝗍𝖺𝖻𝗅𝖾 𝖽𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁. 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗎𝖼𝖼𝖾𝖾𝖽?

⤷ KNOCKING AT DEATH'S DOOR

KYLE 'GAZ' GARRICK

Jinx! you owe me a soda (nsfw)

Breach of privacy (slight nsfw)

The Penitent (nsfw)

CAPTAIN JOHN PRICE

Sweet nectar (nsfw)

EPISODIC POLY!TF141 SERIES

Failed mission blues

Bumblin' fool

Crazy cat lady

Coddling

Favorite

Tears and taunting

Espresso many feelings

Y/n loses a bet

Dream blunt rotation

Androgynous y/n

KEEGAN RUSS

I wanna take a read on your disco stick (nsfw)

Something good can work (nsfw)

Whispers in the Woods: A Stranger's Shelter ft. OfftheGridCowboy!Keegan Russ (nsfw)

DAVID 'HESH' WALKER

Dirty little daydreams (nsfw)

Passenger seat lovers (nsfw)

Munch (nsfw)

No pictures, please!

No one noticed (nsfw)

LOGAN WALKER

Crush (ft. bluecollarworker!logan) (nsfw)

I always feel like somebody's watching me (nsfw)

Like father like daughter

Like father like daughter pt.2

ELIAS WALKER

God knows I tried (nsfw)

HEADCANONS

HOW THEY WOULD REACT TO...

⤷ "Hey guys, I'm with my boyfriend, ____" trend. ft. TF141

Keegan despises new age slang ft. Kick and Merrick

Divorcee Hesh

What if you and Johnny were so close... (nsfw??)

I feel like if the boys didn't join the army they'd all be blue-collar workers...

Johnny definitely gets turned on when you grab his ass...

INCORRECT COD QUOTES

one

two

three

four

five

[chicago-pd-is-weird]

Okay but this tracks so accurately because Amy Morton’s birthday is April 3, 1959, which makes Trudy the oldest. And Al the youngest. And out of the three shits, that makes so much sense.

If I had to choose which of three children would commit murder and get away with it, it would definitely be any middle child.

Oldest would turn themselves in or not have the balls to do it (as seen after Trudy’s father was killed). Youngest would be found out (tracks, because they found Al’s hair on Kevin Bingham’s body). Middle child always gets away with that stuff, as demonstrated by Hank. Middle child is ballsy and not afraid to swoop in and just murder someone. It tracks. It all tracks accurately. That’s what the three shits do.

Also, it tracks because the two of them lost their youngest “sibling” and now look at them. Chaotic middle child who doesn’t care if he lives or dies, paired with responsible eldest child who is just trying to keep the middle child from going completely off the rails and dying.

Please tell me I’m not the only one who sees this dynamic so perfectly in clearly in my mind.

Earlier this year, I learned that Jason Beghe (Hank Voight) birthday is March 12th, 1960. While Elias Koteas (Alvin Olinsky) birthday is March 11th, 1961.

First off, that's so fitting. And second, that's the best thing I've read/learned all year.

[vellichor-of-the-solivagant]

How To Plant Snapdragons | 16

Task Force 141, Keegan & Konig x Female Criminal!Reader

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“This is stupid,” Keegan groaned as he descended the stairs, his footsteps heavier than usual yet carefully dropped onto the water.

“If it works, it ain’t stupid,” you reasoned, motioning at the flooded tunnel, making it look like a river. Some cars were parked under the bridge and some Shadows lurking in the depths of the water. It was clear, considering it was mostly rain, but they also most definitely came from filthy sewers and canals. You had swam in dirtier waters, and went through the swamps Elias had thrown you into with his sons, but still, you had never agreed with it.

“Elias has deployed you on even dirtier terrains than this,” he tightened his grip around your legs, adjusting your position on his back. “If you weren’t bleeding, I would have dragged you into the water.” You wrapped your hands around his neck and squeezed, making him grunt. He quickly elbowed your side, eliciting a curse from your mouth, and whacked him on the top of his head. Just as you were about to strangle him with your arms, it dawned on you that this position you were currently in with Keegan was indeed stupid. He was holding you with both hands and him behind in front of you would make it difficult for you to use guns or blades.

“Yeah, this is stupid,” you mumbled under your breath and sighed, “Let me off.”

“Your brain finally working?” he questioned mockingly as you dropped to your feet.

You flashed him a middle finger and silently dove into the water before he could stop you. You felt a sting on your shoulder, the water sipping through the fabric to your wound, but more than anything, you didn’t want to be a burden to Keegan and let him handle the Shadows. This was your, the Vaqueros, and the Task Force’s business against Shepherd to begin with. If there was anyone you wouldn’t like to get dragged into this mess, it would be the Ghosts. But with them helping around now when you were desperately in need and needed to keep your promise to Price to make sure his boys were safe, you could get—no, you would need a bit of help.

You slowed down in the water, letting the sergeant take the lead, and with his gesture that two opponents were coming towards them, you rushed after him. But before you could go near one, he grabbed your good shoulder and motioned at you to stay at your place. You shook your head in response, but his grip tightened. He pointed at you and through his gaze, you could tell he was saying, ‘Do not engage.’

You nodded, slowly, and backed away in silence, swimming up to the surface of the water. You couldn't see his work due to the darkness of the tunnel, but once again, you heard stifled grunts echoing along the rush of the water. Yet, you stayed in your place—you trusted Keegan's skills—but he wouldn't like it if you went when he told you not to.

He was a man who would follow the rules till the end of time, the opposite of what you were. And while he follows someone else's orders, you abide by your own.

Keegan’s head popped out from under the water and nodded at you that the tunnel was clear. You paddled towards him and grabbed onto his hand that extended to you, pulling you close to him with ease.

“Keegan,” you mumbled, looked up at him, and met his eyes that seemed to glow in the dim—they had always been like that, as though lakes gazed upon by the full moon. He looked down on you, lashes dropping low as you brought his palm to your cheek. He did not bother to wait as you didn't bother to say a word. He leaned down on you, pressing a kiss on your forehead through his balaclava.

You smiled, a thought hitting your brain like lightning. “Wanna fuck is a pool?”

He put his hand over your face, easily taking over the area, and pushed you away. “Get your head outta the gutter.”

You giggled, following him behind as he started to walk, fighting through the current of the water. “Aw, come on, I know a place in Salvador.”

“No.”

“Don't you wanna see me in a swimsuit?”

He stopped in his tracks, turned around in a flash, and grabbed your vest, pulling you towards him. “I'd prefer you come naked in front of me,” he claimed, his voice dropping lower.

An ache struck your core, and you felt like laughing all of a sudden, despite the coldness of the wind and water, you felt your cheeks heating up. But this was Keegan, he didn't flirt often, but when he did, it was better to take chances no matter the surroundings. You tilted your head. “Well, why don't we hurry and get out of these wet clothes?” you patted his arm that held onto you.

But he didn't let go, his grip only tightening as you tried to pry away from his smoldering gaze. In return, you ran your hand onto his arm, going up to his shoulder, and in a small voice, you asked, “What’s the holdup, sir? Don't you want to get the mission done fast?”

“This isn't a mission.” Slowly, his hand traveled up to your neck, lightly wrapping his fingers around, and he bent to your eye level. “This is getting you back.” A smile crept on his lips, hidden by the mask as he felt your throat bob.

You opened your mouth to squeak an answer, but the comms crackled, and Hesh’s voice came. “We’re nearing the church, over.”

You flattened your lips into a thin line and rolled your eyes. At the same time, Keegan heaved out a sigh, drawing circles on your neck for a moment before turning away to answer David “Greatest Cockblocker of the History” Walker.

THIS IS THE 46TH COCKBLOCK YOU'VE GOTTEN FROM HIM FOR THE PAST FIVE YEARS!

You turned to the side, punching the air, and screamed in silence as Keegan communicated with your brother. But it didn't take long for him to grab you again and lead you out of the tunnel. You both climbed up a staircase, ducking your head,s and slowly peeked over the road ahead. A gunshot echoed among the whispers of rain and the roar of thunder, and you took a step back, waiting for another or anything to happen, yet nothing came.

The sergeant motioned a finger, and you rushed towards a gate, which he jumped over. You followed suit and staggered a bit upon landing on the concrete, making Keegan lean down in a blink.

“You alright?” He asked in a small voice, gently holding your elbow.

You nodded. “Yeah, don't mind it.”

He placed his hand on your head. “Tell me if you feel anything wrong, okay?”

Once again, you nodded in response, and he straightened up. The two of you jogged through an alley and stepped inside a house at the end. The sole of your boots slapped against the gore spreading on the floor, and the corpse of a man sat against the wall ahead of you.

You shook your head at his sight—a poor man, innocent of the conflict between foreigners. It was always the innocent who would suffer the most.

You made a quick bow at the corpse. “Lo siento.”

(I'm sorry.)

On the other hand, Keegan had already proceeded inside the house, cautiously eyeing the surroundings. You silently padded after him and halted as he raised a hand. He raised a finger, pointed at the door, and gestured at your knife.

You motioned at him, a glimpse of the Shadow behind the door through the tinted windows beside the door frame, then pointed at the knob, and slowly guided his gaze a couple of feet above it.

He nodded, knowing what you meant was an estimation of where to shoot through the door, and aimed at where you told him. In a blink, he shot, and with a thud came from outside, he turned the knob, swinging the door open. You sprinted out of the house, sliding behind a pickup truck, before rushing to an alley.

You jumped over a window of a house and from your peripheral, darkness moved. You swung your arm to the side, pushing the man against the wall, and pointed your knife at his neck. Only as you were about to plunge the blade through his throat and that you felt the warmth of a recently fired pistol against your temple, did you take note of the viridescent hues dancing on the man’s eyes.

The grip on your blade loosened just as the pistol moved away from you, and the man’s eyes reflected your expression—wide gaze, lips parted, and you stepped back. “David—”

Then you were caged in a pair of muscular arms, suffocating you in their embrace. But no, this wasn’t Hesh—you felt the tones of the biceps, the tone of his voice chanting your name, and his grip—Soap.

“Jesus, Mactavish,” you grunted as he squeezed you tighter, keeping your eyes settled on Keegan, who frowned at the scene, and Hesh, who raised a questioning brow.

Ah, shit.

“Thought we lost ye,” Soap claimed. Finally, he unwrapped his arms, letting you breathe. With one swoop forward, he elicited a squeak from you. His lips captured yours, and you groaned against his mouth, brows knitting.

Your eyes never left the Ghosts, or rather, Keegan. Watching the frown on his face disappear and merely stare at you, unblinking, made it seem his eyes—like they had always been—were glowing.

The gaze of predators. Of hunters and stalkers.

A chill ran down your spine just as heat traveled between your thighs. But bitch, seriously, were you scared and aroused in this fucking moment?! Get a hold of yourself, you dumbass whore!

Wait, Keegan wasn't even your lover. Nor any of the 141.

BUT!

You pulled away from Soap and covered his mouth. “W-Wait, wait a second, not so fast—I mean, not now—no, I mean, don't.” You removed your hand from his face and gently pushed him away, shaking your head. “Not now, Soap.”

He heaved a sigh and leaned down, resting his head on your shoulder. “Sorry.”

You winced at the sudden weight, feeling a sting on your wound, but before you could tell him to move, Keegan's hand landed on the Scot’s shoulder. Soap quickly turned to him, back straight, and gazed into his eyes. Deep blue to bright blue hues.

“She has been shot on that shoulder, be careful touching and putting load on her,” Keegan said in a calm tone, but his eyes said otherwise, and Soap was quick to catch it.

Soap, however, merely nodded and uttered, “Sure.”

You used the opportunity to turn to Hesh and move close to him. “David,” you muttered, giving him a small smile.

Hesh spread his arms wide and you did not hesitate to throw yourself at him. He hummed, wrapping his arms around you and wiggled you around. You giggled and he answered it with a low laugh, which got the sergeants to look at both of you.

Soap glanced at Keegan. “Are they really siblings?”

Keegan, without looking, replied in an instant. “Yes.” He couldn't bother explaining further, and it wasn't his place to say anything more than necessary. You, after all, had always hated it when others dug up your upbringing.

Soap kept a straight face, yet in his mind, he wanted to grimace at how much this new guy resembled the lieutenant—the type to be seemingly quiet assholes and would shoot you if you annoy them.

He glanced at Hesh and you, already diving deep into a conversation, then back at Keegan, and extended a hand to him. “Sergeant Johnny “Soap” Mactavish.”

The American slowly turned to face him and stared for a second at the hand in front of him, before looking up and down at the Scott. A couple of seconds later, he took the hand. “Sergeant Keegan P. Russ.” He gave a squeeze on which the other forced a smile.

Soap pulled his hand back to himself and crossed his arms. Yup, I don't like this guy.

Hesh pulled away from you, but quickly draped his arm over your shoulders, keeping you beside him. You, in return, put your arm around his waist. “Okay, Sergeants, let's wrap this quick, and meet up with Ghost and Logan.”

“Ghost?” Hesh echoed.

You waved a hand in dismissal. “Proper introduction shall be held later on when all of us are safe.” You sauntered towards Soap and patted his bicep. “Let's get the Lt,” you said and climbed out of the window, jumping back out into the street. Soap followed you out.

Hesh glanced at Keegan who silently repeated your actions and raised a brow at his narrowed eyes, then shook his head at your figure disappearing first into the shadow. Whatever your relationship with these Brits—or Scott, for that matter, you'd better not come ranting to him and Logan later on.

Because he had enough when you yapped about your situationship with Keegan.

You led them down another street, but Keegan quickly took over the forefront, keeping you behind him. You glanced over your shoulder to shoot a look at Hesh and a grunt came out of your lips as a hand covered your face, pushing you out of the way.

“Bastard.” You flipped a middle finger at your brother, who took over your position as well.

“Ye give out siblings energy, a’ight,” Soap mumbled under his breath following you behind.

“What? Oh, right.” You shrugged. “Well, we're not siblings but they kinda just, uh,” you smacked your lips, trying to find the right words. “Adopted me when I was already an adult at that time.”

“Adult?” Hesh scoffed. “More like a lost puppy, covered in mud. Feral, too.”

You rolled your eyes. “Shut the fuck up, why don't you?”

“Still feral, it seems.”

“More like rabid,” Keegan added, making you gasp.

“Are you fucking—” You kicked his foot, making his breath hitch at his chest at the sudden pain. “You kissed me earlier and now, you're calling me ‘rabid’?”

“What?” Soap croaked, his accent thick and eyes widening, looking back and forth between you and his fellow Sergeant.

But his surprise was overthrown by Hesh's exaggeratedly loud gasp. “So, you two were fucking each other next to sewers—” Keegan slapped his hand over his mouth, muffling his loud voice.

“Kissing! Not—” Keegan wrapped his other hand over your trap, in an attempt to silence you. But it only muffled your shouts while pointing at Hesh, who copied your actions, gesturing between you and Keegan, then down at the canal, before the both of you shot each other with a couple of middle fingers.

Soap frowned at the scene unfolding before him. If anyone didn't tell him you were adopted, he could easily be deceived that you and this Hesh came from the same mother.

“Are you two done?” Keegan sighed, and when you and David remained silent, he nodded to himself, then let the both of you go. He glanced over his shoulder, looking at Soap. “You'll see worse.”

“Aye, can see that,” Soap nodded in agreement and smiled as he met your eyes, which got wider as you pulled a face at him. But focus once again crawled to his face as his fellow Sergeant stopped.

Keegan raised a hand for a second, then motioned at the three of you to follow him. You and Mactavish prepared your blades, whereas the members of the Ghosts readied their guns. Several footfalls echoed ahead the alley, seemingly rushing towards the group’s direction, making both you and Hesh exchange glances, knowing that your quiet friend would nag you two about it.

This was a pretty common thing between you, the Walkers, and Russ whenever Elias put you together on a mission, but no matter how much trouble you and your brothers got into  (on purpose and not), you could trust Keegan to still accompany you in the pretense of keeping you guys on track, otherwise, the mission wouldn’t be done. Despite David being a higher rank than him, it couldn’t be denied that Keegan was more experienced and more suitable to lead. 

(Hesh had never said anything about it, even as the missions were supposed to be training for the brothers as their father’s successors)

A year in, and when Keegan had begun to accept you being one of them finally, and you were always put on a mission with him and the brothers, the entirety of the Ghosts started to bet on how many white hairs Keegan had already gotten from the stress he gains from you three. And yet, no matter how many times he had removed his mask before you, raked your fingers through his dark tresses, scratched your nails on his scalp, pulled on his hair, you never spotted any white hairs on his head and not even a single line of wrinkle on his lovely face. This led you lots to theorize that the man was using a blackening shampoo or extensive skincare to keep his youthful look. But even that would be unlikely of Keegan—heck, you swore to God that you had seen a 13-in-1 bottle in his bathroom once.

Up to this day, you and the Ghosts never knew the answer. Or maybe, they already had—you were away for over a year after all, and a lot could unfold in that time. You ought to question the brothers later or sooner.

With Keegan’s motion, the four of you launched at the Shadows ahead. He and Hesh shot down a couple, while you swiftly worked with your hands, silently driving your knife through the mercenary’s neck and pulled out. Whereas Soap drove the blade onto the Shadow’s throat. Just as you raised your hands for a high five at him and Hesh, another man stepped out of the shadow. Eyes widening and reflexes acting before you could fully think, you grabbed your brother, but as you pulled him out of the way, the Shadow dropped to the ground.

You gazed up at the cathedral, where Logan and Ghost were supposed to be hiding, and several Shadows went down with splatters of blood.

Immediately, Hesh tapped into his comms. “Logan, was that you?”

A crackle echoed from the device before a muffled voice came through. “No, but it came from here.”

You heaved a sigh and turned to Soap, placing a hand on his arm. “The Lt.”

Soap scoffed. “Always the show-off.”

“I heard that,” said a gruff voice from Soap’s radio. “We’re going down. Meet y’lots there.”

You clicked onto the Scot’s device, leaning close to it. “Copy that, Lieutenant.”

Hesh raised a brow in your direction. “How come you never addressed me with that much respect?”

You stared at Hesh for a second, trying to come up with a good excuse, and shrugged. “Since when do siblings respect each other?”

He pulled a face. “Right, you just walk into my room, lay down on the floor, then fart, and then leave me with your deadly particles—”

You lunged at him, kneeing him on the torso. He grunted in pain just as you grimaced at the sudden sting on your shoulder. “That’s what you do, you son of a bitch!” you exclaimed and wrapped your hands around his neck, squeezing it.

“Shut the fuck up!” Hesh grabbed your tresses and pulled, eliciting a yelp from you.

Keegan heaved a sigh and looked at his fellow sergeant, whose expression was between disgust and confusion. He motioned at him, turning his attention to him instead, and motioned at his to follow him. “They’ll follow,” he assured, skillfully changing his mags and throwing the empty one away. They rushed through an alley, heavy footfalls echoing along the pitter patters of the rain, creating an uncanny harmony. Soon enough, you and Hesh followed behind.

“How many of them are there?” Keegan questioned, stopping around a corner, scanning the perimeter, and narrowing his eyes at the couple of black-clad figures ahead.

“Not sure,” Soap simply answered and halted next to him, wiping his knife on his thigh, removing the blood.

“Approximately a hundred,” you informed, making the men turn to you as you peeked around the corner, and glanced up, recounting the Shadows’ numbers in your head. “For now, we’ve taken care of the ones deployed in this area. Considering they captured Graves and Alejandro, they might have taken them somewhere else we can’t easily go. Definitely not in the base where this all started.” You glanced down at your boots, furrowing your brows, mapping out Alejandro’s base in your mind. “Given as it’s some sort of barracks, I doubt there will be confinements there, and the layout of the structure makes it appear only to be some sort of barracks, unless there’s something underground. Which I doubt the Shadows would be able to find or control—ah, no, they should be able to control it, the Shadows have some operators who were better than me in technology.” You pointed at Keegan. “Then again, the system of the confinements here shouldn’t be as ancient and complicated as the Gulag—that shit made my brain bleed—”

“In other words?” Keegan quipped, raising a brow under his mask.

You raised a finger. “In other words—”

“You mean in short,” Hesh commented over.

You furrowed your brows at him. “In short, they have different operators who are experts in different fields and—”

“In short short!” Hesh exclaimed, his eyes widening threateningly at you.

“Thousands of Shadows!” You shouted back at him, throwing your hands in the air.

“Could have said that from the start, Bonnie,” Soap said, his voice dropping to a monotone, exhaustion evident in his voice.

You waved your hands up in the air in disbelief at his words, looking back and forth between the three of them. “I did!”

“Enough.” Keegan heaved another sigh, feeling already tired, but somehow he didn’t feel as stressed when with you and Hesh. Mayhaps it was because the Scot with them was sharing his stress from the two of you, or mayhaps, he was just happy and glad you were with him once again, that it was overriding everything. Without hesitation, he ran towards the Shadows, slid on the ground, and in a heartbeat, put bullets on their bodies.

On that, you hurried behind him, going towards the cathedral. He remained at the bottom of the stairs whilst you climbed up, scanning the open front door of the structure, and breathed loudly as Ghost stepped out, but kept an eye out for someone else. Then, a wide smile crawled on your face as the younger Walker ran out, jumping over the gate with Ghost.

As soon as they landed and steadied themselves, you threw yourself at them, bringing the three of you in a tight hug. Logan immediately wrapped his arms around you, burying his face onto your shoulder, whereas Ghost remained still, as stiff as a log, breathing suddenly heavy. You let go of Ghost, feeling his discomfort and draped your other arm over Logan’s shoulder.

“I missed you.” You pulled him tighter and smiled against his shoulder as he hummed, nodding. You patted his back which he mirrored and you both stepped away from one another. You turned to Ghost, scanning his body, and bumped your fist at his stiff stature. “Glad you’re safe,” you mumbled, offering him a smile.

Keegan narrowed his eyes, but quickly shifted his attention to Logan who went down the stairs and patted the younger man’s shoulder.

He blinked and angled his body to fully face you, then bumped his fist into your head. “That’s my line,” he scoffed and glanced at the unfamiliar men at the bottom of the stairs. “You’ve brought company?” he questioned and looked over at Soap who approached him. “Soap.” He dapped his shoulder, which the sergeant returned, calling out his sobriquet.

“Friends. Family.” You put a hand over your chest. “You can trust them . . . if you trust me.” You waited for an answer but merely received another soft hit on the head. “I’ll take that as yes.”

“Found a vehicle,” Hesh announced, pointing at the pick-up truck meters ahead of the group, but you also saw several Shadows rushing towards your direction.

“Better be working,” you quipped and jumped down the flight of stairs.

“Hey!” Keegan shouted at you as a warning.

You smiled at him, winked, and smacked his ass, making him frown at you, Hesh grimacing and Logan looking away. “Showtime.” You picked up a gun and ran ahead. Meanwhile, Simon exchanged a look with Soap who was wide-eyed.

“God,” Hesh mumbled under his breath and followed suit. “You are not driving that!”

You flipped a middle finger at him.

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Discord - Keegan P. Russ x Reader | Part I

Full fic based on my smut one-shot: Showtime 💕

What is a masked Sergeant if not someone you argue with daily?

''I actually want to sock you really bad.'' You say it so casually Keegan almost doesn't register it, blank baby-blue eyes looking at you removing your gear as you prepare to sleep, the unfortunate circumstances making you share a cabin during a snowstorm.

''I believe you.'' Keegan rolls over in bed and fully faces you, his expression hidden underneath the black balaclava, yet you don't miss the way he's probably making your head explode using his imagination.

''You wanna take that chance?'' The silence is deafening, not even the blizzard outside making as much noise as their combined presence. You make a small humming noise, tapping your chin a few times as you pretend to think hard before ultimately shaking your head.

''Not keen on getting socked back.'' Your reply gets a snort out of Keegan despite himself, making space for you in the tiny bed that has his feet almost hanging out of it. You sigh as you lay down, hoping he doesn't actually kill you in your sleep as he promised he'd do if you so dare ''interrupt my damn sleep.''

''Smart girl.'' He closes his eyes once you're under the blanket with him, trying to forget you're so close he can feel the heat radiating off your body.

''Can you stop breathing so loud?'' You complain simply to fill the silence, even arguing is better than this awkward situation you're in. Keegan sighs loudly, eyes snapping open and hands stopping themselves before he actually strangles you. To send a message, of course. He lifts his balaclava halfway, just enough for his nose to be free from the thick fabric, no longer restricting his breathing.

''No.'' He says as if he didn't just lift off his balaclava, letting out a few exaggerated deep and loud breaths just to annoy you, yet you can feel the corners of your mouth tilt up despite yourself. He's annoyingly amusing sometimes, stooping down to your level just because.

''Put your fucking grimy feet away, Stray.'' Keegan mumbles, pushing your feet off of his yet you don't seem to relent, using all your strength to keep your feet between his much warmer ones.

''The Ghosts will be upset if I die because you're too selfish to share your body heat.'' You jump to mental gymnastics in that sentence, clearly being dramatic, yet seeing Keegan so annoyed is amusing. You could definitely use the warmth, though.

''They'll probably give me a medal if I lost you here.'' Elias would definitely kill me if something happened to you. He was hesitant about it and didn't give up without a fight, but eventually allowed your cold feet to warm up between his, closing his eyes again as he tried to get some sleep for tomorrow. You're about to drift off to sleep as well, barely registering the feeling of his much bigger hands gently sandwiching yours, keeping them warm for the night.

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