#sergeant Elias

[theghostinyourwalls]

The hottest thing a man can do is be Willem Dafoe

[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.

[sparrowstarsandsorrow]

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

'There's more than what meets the eye'

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

[illiana-mystery]

Hi there!

[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

[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

[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

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[rookie-love-7a19]

Could Get Messy

Summary: A close call makes Tim and Y/N reevaluate things.

Pairing: Tim Bradford x Y/N

Warning: Explicit. Smut. Vaginal fingering. Protected PinV sex. Slight implied age gap. Slight power imbalance. (Tim is the reader's T.O. But there are no dom/sub leanings in this fic. Maybe another time. 😉 No use of coercion or anything similar.) Bit of angst. Fluff.

Word Count: 3,050

A/N: Okay, so this is the very first fic I'm writing for the Rookie, and therefore, also my first fic I'm writing for Tim Bradford. Be gentle. 😁 At some point, if I get enough interest, I'll start a tag list and a Master List for Rookie fics. But for now, I'm just kind of seeing what the interest is like. 😊 Hope you enjoy!

The noisy cacophony of the Mid-Wilshire station was muted as Y/N wandered down the hallway away from the buzz of the bullpen. As she’d changed out of her uniform and showered, she’d thought and thought about what she might say to Tim. She couldn’t imagine what he was going through right now, and never wanted to find out. 

She approached the room where he sat quietly, his back ramrod straight, arms crossed over his chest. His blue eyes stared intensely at the opposite wall, obviously not taking in anything in front of him. She knocked gently on the doorframe, not wanting to startle him, but he simply turned his head slowly to look at her.

“Hi.” She said as she moved into the room. “I thought I’d check in before I left. Do you need anything?”

His jaw clenched and he shook his head. “No. I’m fine. Just waiting for Sergeant Elias.”

Y/N nodded, cringing internally at the name of the IA officer who was known for his hard questions and cold demeanor. “Well, I’m sure everything will be fine. It was a clean shoot, Tim. You did everything right. That’s what I put in my reports.” She hesitated. “You saved my life.”

He stared at her without blinking. “Yeah.” He said quietly. 

Y/N opened her mouth to say more, though what that was going to be, she wasn’t sure. What could she say? Thank you? I’m sorry? I know it’s tearing you apart that you ended the life of a nineteen year old kid. You had no other choice. If you didn’t take the shot, I’d be dead. 

Maybe she would have said all of that, or maybe none of it, but before she had the chance to decide, Nolan walked in. He paused, looking back and forth between them. His voice was steady and reassuring, the way it always was during a crisis. 

“Hey Tim, I’m here as your Union rep, the Sergeant is right behind me. Y/N you can’t be here.”

She nodded. “Yeah, of course.” She turned back to Tim. “I’ll see you. Let…let me know if you need anything.”

Tim nodded once, brusquely, and she turned to leave, but the door was suddenly blocked by Sergeant Elias and Sergeant Grey. She felt slightly cowed by the two very large men that outranked her so completely. But she raised her chin as Sergeant Elias turned his cold gray stare in her direction.

“Officer Y/L/N, is there a reason you’re in here conferring with your T.O?”

Y/N shook her head. “I wasn’t conferring, sir. Just offering him my support and thanking him for saving my life. You know, the shooter was point blank range from my face and his finger was on the trigger. If Sergeant Bradford hadn’t taken the shot, you’d all be scraping my brains from that warehouse wall.”

Out of the corner of her eye she could see Nolan wince at her harsh visual, and Sergeant Grey was scowling. Sergeant Elias gave a grim, humorless smile. 

“Thank you for that dramatic replay of the day’s events, Officer. Am I right in assuming you’ve already given your statement?”

Y/N nodded and the Sergeant dropped his fake smile. “Then we don’t need to hear them again. You are dismissed.”

Both Sergeants moved out of the doorway and Y/N beat a quick retreat past them and out of the building.

***

Later that night Y/N sat in front of her TV, not actually ingesting any of the news that was on the screen. Today was the closest she’d ever come to being dead, and she was having a hard time getting over it. She supposed it was probably not something a person just “got over” and she shouldn’t try. She’d been ordered to see the police psychiatrist, and she’d make the most of those meetings to try and work through it.

She was more worried about Tim and whether he’d be cleared of the shooting. Her mind kept alternating back and forth. One minute she was sure he'd be cleared (how could he not?) and the next she was terrified he wouldn’t be. 

But no, she shook her head again, he’d done everything right, Grey would have his back and so would Nolan. That had to count for something.

As she lay there on the couch, with her thoughts swinging wildly back and forth, there was a sudden pounding on her door. She jumped up and ran to it; when she yanked it open, Tim was on the other side.

“What the hell, Boot, did you even look to see who it was? What if I was a serial killer?” He asked immediately, with his scowl firmly in place.

Y/N rolled her eyes. “Well, you’re not. What are you doing here? How did everything go? Have they cleared you?”

Tim shook his head. “No, not yet. They finished their questioning and sent me home. I should hear by tomorrow. And I’m still not finished reprimanding you for opening your door before you were sure it was safe to do so.”

Slight annoyance flared in Y/N’s belly. “We’re not on duty, so you're not my T.O. right now. You can’t reprimand me for how I behave in my own home.”

Tim’s scowl got deeper. “First of all, I’m always your T.O. and second, I’m warning you that what you just did was dangerous. What was the point of saving your life today if you’re just gonna be stupid and throw it away the first chance you get?”

Y/N felt her annoyance dissolving, as she saw the flicker of fear and sadness enter Tim’s soft blue gaze. 

She nodded. “You’re right, sir. I’m sorry. I usually check, my mind was just….elsewhere.”

Tim exhaled deeply and Y/N realized they were still standing in the open doorway. She stepped back. “Come in.”

He stepped through into her living room, and she closed the door behind him. He was out of uniform, wearing black jeans and a dark blue t-shirt under a white hoodie. 

It was the first time he’d been in her house, and the informal nature of everything, both of them out of uniform, the soft, warm lighting of her living room, the lack of radio chatter and traffic noise in the background, was amplifying the strong pull that had existed between them since day one. 

Her fellow rookies had teased her for ending up with the legendary Tim Bradford as her Training Officer. He was renowned for being an exemplary T.O., but also for being very hard on his rookies and not giving an inch. 

But she’d been just fine with that; she’d rather be trained by someone who was hard on her but didn’t miss anything, than be trained by someone who went easy on her and left her feeling unprepared. Being a cop was a tough calling, and if she wasn’t up to it, she’d rather she find out quickly.

No, his training methods hadn’t been the problem. The problem had been the immediate attraction she’d felt to him. It wasn’t that strange she supposed - the man was gorgeous, sexy as hell, and a damn good cop - she was sure she was hardly the only woman at Mid-Wilshire who had those kinds of feelings towards him. 

But she was the only one who had to ride next to him all day, every day. She was the only one who fought alongside him, constantly watching him risk his life to keep the city safe. It was a daily struggle to keep her distance from him, to not just lean forwards sometimes and press her lips to his. His smiles were rare, but they filled her with sunshine when they actually appeared and made her want to wrap her arms around him.

She knew she was fully in love with her T.O. which was definitely a problem. 

And now, here he was, out of uniform, in her living room, looking at her in a way that had her stomach turning somersaults.

His gaze was heated and possessive. She couldn't hold it very long, glancing down at her carpet and swallowing convulsively. The silence was thick with tension and Y/N was wringing her hands.

She looked towards her little kitchen, lifting a hand in that direction. “Do you want a, uh, a coffee or something? A beer?”

“No.” Tim said roughly and his tone brought her eyes back to him. He stepped a little closer. “You said to tell you if I needed anything.”

Y/N nodded and cleared her throat. “Yeah, of course. What do you need?”

Tim's jaw clenched tightly before he reached out to cup her cheeks in both hands. 

“This.” 

His mouth landed on hers softly, just sipping at her lips. A sound escaped the back of her throat, half surprise, half need. Tim groaned and tightened his grip. 

His tongue reached out to press gently against her lips and she happily opened up for him, melting against his hard body and gripping the edges of his open hoodie.

He swept inside, deepening the kiss, and making a shiver run from the top of her head to the tips of her toes. His hands slipped down over her shoulders, dropping to her waist and squeezing into her flesh there.

He slanted his mouth over hers again and again, swallowing down all of her little mewls of need. He backed her up slowly until she was pressed against her living room wall. 

He pushed his knee between her legs, before pinning her lower body to the wall with his hips. He pulled away from her mouth and both of them were left panting. 

Y/N opened her eyes, and was immediately and completely lost in the ferocious desire stamped across his features. He lifted a hand to run his thumb across her kiss-swollen lips. 

“I’m sorry, Y/N, I shouldn't be here, we shouldn't be doing this.” She saw the doubt slip into his gaze and she shook her head, denying it. 

He sighed and dropped his forehead to hers. “But I was a millisecond away from losing you today.” He closed his eyes and then buried his face in the hair that fell over her shoulder. “I can't fucking lose you.”

Y/N felt tears prick the backs of her eyes. She pushed her hands under his hoodie, so she could wrap her arms around him tightly.

“You didn't though. You didn't lose me.” She pressed light kisses along the strong column of his neck. “You won't lose me.”

He nodded and pulled back a little, catching her gaze. She was happy to see the doubt receding and the heat increasing.

“I can go, if you want.” He whispered as he tilted his head, and his mouth attached to her pulse point. 

She shook her head vehemently and pushed the hoodie from his shoulders. “Don't you dare.”

He slipped his hands up under her shirt and over her ribcage, before sighing. “This could get messy, you know. We're breaking about a hundred rules here.” His thumbs brushed against the underside of her breasts. “We should take a step back. Reassess.”

Even as he said it, he pressed his hips more firmly into her and she could feel the hard length of him against her inner thigh. His mouth trailed hot and wet over her collarbone. 

“Yeah,” she whispered absently, “yeah, reassess. Good.” 

She pulled his t-shirt up over his head, biting her lip as she finally got her hands on his warm, taut skin. She ran her fingertips down over his stomach, making the muscles tighten beneath her touch. She groaned as she looked at him, letting her fingers seek out and trail over the small scars that marred his otherwise perfect torso. 

He reached for her belt and Y/N let her head thump back against the wall. He unbuckled it and unzipped her jeans. He lifted one hand to cup her breast through her bra, while his other slipped into her jeans and past her panties. 

His long middle finger slipped between her folds to gently brush against her clit. Y/N gasped and gripped his wrist as he groaned. 

“Fuck, baby, you're so soaked. Is this all for me?”

She nodded erratically. “All, always for you.” She moaned.

He pushed her bra up and out of the way so he could dip his head and suck one of her pebbled nipples into his mouth, making her cry out. 

“Tim, oh god!” 

She buried her fingers in his hair, keeping him pressed against her. His tongue flicked across the aching bud quickly, before letting his teeth nip and pull on it. 

He let his thumb take over the sharp circles on her clit as his forefinger and middle finger slid through her slick to sink deep into her body, curling just right to press against her sweet spot. 

Her hips thrust forward and she bit into his shoulder to keep from screaming. The bite brought out a harsh groan from Tim and seemed to rip away the last bit of his remaining hesitancy.

He quickly pulled his hand away from her so that he could push down her jeans, and panties. She kicked them off while he pulled her t-shirt and bra off.

She fiddled with his belt buckle, becoming increasingly frustrated when she couldn't get it open. Finally he just playfully slapped her hands aside to do it for her. 

When his belt and zipper were open, she pushed his jeans down, cupping him through his underwear, and biting her lip at the size of him. He hooked his thumbs into the elastic waistband and pushed them over his hips. 

Y/N felt her mouth water at the sight of his huge cock resting against his stomach. She tentatively reached out and wrapped her hand around him. He was so silky and warm, and hard as a rock. 

“Damn, Y/N, you have no idea how often I've imagined this exact scenario.”

He lifted her easily and she wrapped her legs around his waist. 

“Bedroom?” He croaked out and she nodded, pointing towards the room.

He slammed his mouth down on hers as he carried her into her room, sucking the air from her lungs and leaving them both disoriented. As he walked further into the room, he bumped into the bed and sent them both toppling down onto it. 

Laughter erupted from both of them, which slowly turned back into gentle kisses. Tim pulled them both more fully onto the bed, kissing up and down Y/N’s neck and throat. When they were fully settled, and Y/N's body was covered head to toe with his, he pulled back slightly to stare down at her. 

“I don't know what's gonna come tomorrow, and maybe I'm being a selfish ass by being here, by lying here with you.”

Y/N shook her head and opened her mouth to deny it, but he pressed a finger to her lips. 

“But as long as you want me here, I can't make myself leave. I told you I've dreamed of this, imagined you like this a thousand times.” He shook his head. “But that's a lie, cause nothing I've imagined could ever have compared to this.”

He kissed her slowly and deeply, stamping her as his alone. He pulled back to kiss along her jaw and whisper in her ear. “Do you have condoms nearby? I don't really wanna make a run to CVS right now.”

She giggled, punch drunk on him. “Top drawer.”

He nodded and pulled it open. He found one of the foil packets and ripped it open with his teeth before rolling it down his length.

Then he took himself in one hand and slid his smooth, thick cock through her slick before slowly sinking into her with a harsh groan.

“God, baby, you're so fucking perfect. So tight and slick and warm. Never could have imagined this kind of perfect.” He reiterated.

Y/N pushed her head back into the pillows and pressed her nails into his shoulder blades as she arched into him. He began to move inside her, slowly pushing in and out, giving her time to adjust to him, but going slightly deeper with every gentle thrust. 

But she was desperate for more. “Tim, oh god, please, I need you harder, faster.” She begged.

He grunted his capitulation and began to rocket his hips into her, their bodies slapping together. She met his every thrust eagerly, always desperate for more of him, to feel him sink ever deeper into her. 

She wrapped her legs around his hips, trying to press him into her like a brand. She wanted to tattoo his fingerprints onto her skin, so she'd never lose the feeling of him gripping her so tight.

“I'm so close.” She whispered into his ear as he buried his face in her neck. 

“I know baby, me too.” He groaned. 

His hips increased their pace, the head of his cock dragging over her sweet spot again and again until the coil in her belly finally sprung free and she shouted her release. Tim's hips faltered slightly as her clenching heat sent him over as well. 

They laid still for a long time, sweat glistening, breaths panting and hot against each other's skin. 

Finally Tim rolled off of her, pulling the condom off and tossing it in the waste basket beside the bed. He got up and wandered into her ensuite, coming back with a warm cloth that he used to clean her up. When he was finished, he threw the cloth in the hamper and came back to lay beside her. 

He stretched out on his side and pulled her back against his chest. He tucked the blanket around them and rested his chin on the crown of her head. His arm was like a warm, iron band around her waist, keeping her close and safe.

He spoke softly, repeating his warning from earlier. “Things might get messy tomorrow, baby. But whatever happens…I'll never regret this.” He paused a beat and when he spoke, his voice was hesitant. “You?”

Y/N shook her head as she snuggled herself more deeply into his arms. “No, never.” 

[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.

[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.

[future-bog-body]

i just wanna yap about the Walkers and the idea of favoritism with them and why i personally dont subscribe to the idea that Logan is "the favorite" and also just. yap abt Logan and relationships in general.

Logan is a character defined by his relationships. ALL characters are, but Logan is to an extreme degree. lets keep in mind that video games, like tv shows, film, books, and stories are a form of literature, theyre story telling. we must assume that all choices are intentional, especially with regards to the way character's dialogue is phrased. so lets take a look at what Elias says about his boys in that little "one minute interview" and how he phrases it.

obviously that clip is where we get the story about the beach, but Elias also "introduces" his boys in it. heres what he says about Hesh; "There's David, my oldest. He's 28, likes to go by the name "Hesh". He- well, he, he joined up the day he turned 18. He's one of the best soldiers we have in the field today. Then again, maybe I'm biased."

so to start with this, Hesh is defined by HIMSELF. we learn his name first, David, and then his relationship to Elias. we then learn more about Hesh, we learn his age, we learn that he has a nickname that he likes to go by (that he might have given himself, a nickname which can have multiple meanings depending on how u want to read it), we learn that he joined up as soon as he could. its notable that he joined up at 18 because thats the youngest u can join without parental consent. Elias it seems did not give parental consent to join up at 17. this introduction shows us that Elias is proud of his son and likes to brag abt him, but we also learn abt Hesh himself.

in contrast, heres how Logan is introduced; "My youngest, that's Logan. He, uhm. [Chuckle] Well, he reminds me a lot of his mom."

Logan is introduced to us first by his relationship to Elias. we learn that he is Elias' youngest child before we learn his name. then we don't even learn more about him, we learn only that he reminds Elias of his mother. following that, we get the story on the beach. Logan is defined by Elias entirely on how he relates to Elias or Hesh or their mother. Logan's age we only get from different supplementary material, its never stated directly by Elias the way Hesh's is.

throughout the game, Logan is also introduced by his family via his relationship to them. its not "This is Sergeant Walker" its "This is my brother Logan", "this is my youngest". in fact, Logan's name is rarely used in the game. primarily its used by Hesh and Elias and, notably, Rorke. most characters dont actually speak to Logan directly that often, rather they speak to him THRU Hesh. in the amazon after the crash, Elias asks Logan a question, but its Hesh that answers, without even waiting for Logan to do so himself (obviously this is bc Logan is a mute protagonist, and i actually have a theory that hes meant to be mute in the story too, not just as a result of gameplay). Elias gives orders to Hesh for both of them. Merrick speaks to Logan maybe twice in the whole game, primarily speaking to Hesh and assuming Logan is also included. while Keegan does speak directly to Logan more often than others, he almost never uses his name, sticking instead to "kid". Kick never speaks to Logan directly, neither do most other NPCs.

Rorke is, again, an exception to this. Rorke speaks to Logan directly, and while he uses "kid" similar to Keegan, he also uses Logan's name pretty often, or he forgoes a name and just looks at Logan directly when hes speaking. Hesh is the character that speaks to Logan directly the most, and the second most is Rorke. in contrast, Rorke very rarely addresses Hesh directly. he does on the train, but even then, his gaze is almost always fixed on Logan or tracking the player if u move around. he also does during the interrogation scene, but once again his focus is on Logan, and he responds to Hesh primarily to taunt him and Elias. also, Rorke's Vanguard lines imply a genuine affection for Logan but thats neither here nor there

i think the two biggest reasons that Logan is thought of as the "favorite" are bc of Elias' last words and Elias' mask. but the thing with the mask is that as far as we know, up until then, Logan might not even be wearing a mask like the rest of the Ghosts, however. Hesh has his facepaint that is clearly meant to mimic the Ghosts' mask. Logan getting Elias' mask reaffirms his connection as Elias' son, whereas Hesh's facepaint reaffirms his individuality as a person and character.

as for the last words, i mean. Logan was the one who was just forced to shoot his father. Logan is the one who just got shot - who got stabbed not too many missions before - and who Rorke has shown an uncomfortable amount of interest in. while both boys need comfort and are scared in that moment, Logan is to a greater degree. hes been shot and injured, hes actively bleeding out, hes just shot his father, and hes laying on the floor about to watch his father die not even a foot away from him. hes close enough to Elias in that moment to feel Elias' breath, to watch his eyes dilate. Elias' words are aimed at Logan because its Logan who, in that moment, needs to hear them the most

[xxcrossroadsxx]

🎄Merry Christmas! 🎄

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[illiana-mystery]

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