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the-froschamethyst4 · 1 year ago

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Where is My Husband (PT2)

𖤐Pairing: Husband! Ghost x Wife! Reader

𖤐Pronouns: She/Her

𖤐Warnings: Fluff, a bit smutty, a bit emotional, kissing, language, married couple, remaking memories, flashbacks,

𖤐Recap: Ghost had unfortunately lost his memory after getting injured. He lost all memory of his wife Y/n, he lost 2 years worth of his memories. His wife tries to help him gain all those memories back of her into his mind.

𖤐 where-is-my-husband (pt1)

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Ghost has been going to the physical therapist for about a week now, he’s definitely having trouble moving his arm a lot, the therapist told him not to lift anything heavy for a while at least not in till his feels more confident.

Y/n has also been going with him as well, he just wanted her to come so he could show her that he will be okay.

Y/n was driving them home from one of his appointments, he leaned back in the passenger seat head leaning on the window.

He didn't want to say it...but he felt very useless.

"How many more appointments?" Ghost asked.

"In till you feel comfortable and till you show some signs of improvement."

He groans. "This is annoying," he says.

He's definitely the same ol' Ghost from before leaving for the Military, no patience, and always grumpy.

"It's not annoying, Simon, you need to go so you can become healthy again and so your arm can move like it used to." She says, while pulling into the driveway.

They both got out, Ghost using his key to unlock the door, and both were greeted by Phantom, he meows loudly rubbing his head on Ghost's shin and pawing at Y/n's shoelaces.

She smiles bending down and picking up Phantom. He lets out some loud purrs and rested his head on Y/n's shoulder.

Ghost went to the kitchen to make himself some tea as Y/n followed behind. The doctor had said to keep an eye on him from lifting heavy things, he wasn't even allowed to carry a gallon of milk.

He opens the fridge and tries to grab the gallon of milk, but Y/n put Phantom on his cat tree and grabbed the milk for him.

He signs of annoyance, and looked at Y/n.

"I could have used my other arm."

"It's okay, Simon, I got it for you."

"Don't...I'm not thirsty anymore."

"Oh, stop it, Simon..." Y/n says.

Ghost just rolls his eyes and she set the milk down on the counter, Y/n looked at Ghost and smiled.

Ghost may hardly remember Y/n but he's slowly remembering that sweet smile of hers. Ghost stares at her and then wonders how did someone like her fall for someone like him?

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Y/n has to go to the store for groceries, she was getting her jacket on and zipping it up halfway. Simon looks over the couch and saw her getting her shoes on next.

"Y/n? Where are you going?"

"The store-OH! Would you like to come with? I figured you may not want to come but I should have asked instead of assuming."

"No, I'm fine, go on without me," he yawns and turns back to the TV. Y/n grabs her purse and walks to the couch, she leans over and kisses his cheek.

"I'll be back," she whispers and walked out of the house. Simon felt his cheeks heat up.

"Goddammit," Simon says.

Once she was gone, Simon stood up and wondered the house. He found some photo albums and started to look through them. He looked through one that was small, a light pink colored cover, the first photo he flips to was on Y/n on her back with a summer dress, she looks beautiful, it was like the one that sat behind the couch.

He flips to the next page seeing him sitting on a big rock looking at the river, he looked like he was in hiking gear, it must be a date and vacation photo album.

Going on he finds one of both of them in a hot tub together, his right hand held her waist, the other holds the camera, he was smiling but not one that showed his teeth just a small mouth smile, Y/n's arms wrapped around his neck, and she showed a bright smile. This must be an important date or vacation, he then noticed something.

The first photo of her on the picnic blanket her finger were bare but this one in the hot tub, her left ring finger held her wedding ring.

He proposed to her this day.

Flashback

Simon and Y/n had gone to the states and their vacation was in Gatlinburg, Tennessee. Simon had rented out a cabin for a week, and in this week, Simon was nervous...he was going to propose to Y/n.

Y/n and Simon were in Gatlinburg enjoying the sights and hiking, it was Y/n's idea to go somewhere in the States, she hasn't been in a while and Ghost hasn't been to the States before.

Simon's left hand was in his pocket messing around with the small black velvet box in his pocket. Y/n was at a wine testing bar as Ghost was behind her, he was making sure she was okay and whatever she wanted Ghost was going to spoil her with whatever she wanted it was all about her this week no one else, not even himself.

She picked out two wines a classic white grape wine and a cotton candy flavored wine. Ghost had bought them for her. Ghost and Y/n were now shopping, Y/n wanted some souvenirs as Ghost just bought a keychain, it was of a black bear with Gatlinburg engraved in it.

They headed back to their cabin and Y/n really wanted to get the hot tub, she packed a swimsuit and Ghost had brought his swimming trunks. They both changed into their swimming gear and Ghost removed the cover on the hot tub and let Y/n go in first.

Then he got in, he sat across from Y/n, she was a little confused on why he was so far.

"Why are you all the way over there?" She asks.

"I...I'm not sure," he chuckles and moves closer to her. He put his arms on the side of the hot tub, one behind Y/n's head and the other was rubbing his fingers together. He looked over his shoulder and saw the black velvet box just peeking out from under his towel.

"What?" She asked, ready to turn around but he stopped her.

"Nothing, hey look at me," he says. She does and giggles at him.

"What?" She asks.

"Just...wanted to look at you that's all," he said, kissing her lips. His hands went to her cheeks and soon fell to her waist pulling her closer to him.

"S-Simon, why so sudden?"

"Why not?" He asks, kissing her some more and he stands up still kissing her and grabbing the black box. "Y/n?"

"Hmm~?" She hums, looking up at him.

"I umm~ I wanted to ask you something...something that's very important."

"Okay...ask away," she smiles.

"Well...when I met you, I was wondering how could someone like you end up with someone like me? How did I get so lucky to have someone like you in my life? Y/n...I want to keep having those thoughts, I've been holding this back for a while because I didn't know the right time, but I think now is the right time to ask," he shows her the black box and she immediately knew what was inside.

She covers her mouth with her hands and waited patiently to open it.

"Will...Will you make me the happiest man on Earth and..." he opens it to show off a beautiful ring. "Marry me?"

"Oh Simon, yes, yes, of course, I will," she hugs him tightly and he was smiling and hugging her back. He slides the ring on her finger and grabs her waist and pulls her closer to him, he other hand, held the camera and took a photo.

"I remember..." Ghost mumbles before flipping to the next photo.

The photo was a bit...scandalous...it was of Y/n, and it was her on the bed, sitting on her knees in some white lingerie, her straps had fallen down and her bra was undone but she held it against her chest to cover herself.

He chuckles and shakes his head.

Next, she was feeding a buffalo at a Zoo they went to, she looked so happy, he could see the ring in the photo, it made him smile even more at the thought of her.

Ghost remembers a random time that just randomly popped in his head. It was of him, and Y/n just lying in bed and talked for a little bit, he doesn't remember the conversation or anything it was just random.

He places the book down and grabbed another album. It was the wedding one, it was white and in big letters in cursive saying 𝒯𝒽ℯ 𝒲ℯ𝒹𝒹𝒾𝓃𝑔 ℴ𝒻 𝒮𝒾𝓂ℴ𝓃 ℛ𝒾𝓁ℯ𝓎 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒴／𝓃 ℒ／𝓃.

The first page the picture was of Y/n getting ready, curlers in her hair, eye masks under her eyes, and she was drinking from a coffee cup while his guess her mom was behind her with her hands on her shoulders.

He turns the page and saw him and his friends smiling at the camera and holding glasses full of liquor, none of them were ready, Simon's shirt was unbuttoned, and his belt was undone.

"What are you looking at?" He heard Y/n's soft voice.

"...Memories," he said, holding up the album.

"Oh...yeah," she places the groceries away and went to the couch sitting next to him as he turns the page.

"What was happening here?" Ghost asked, but he probably knows what's happening.

"Well, Soap had a few too many drinks and wouldn't stop laughing, so Price tried to get him to stop by covering his mouth, but everyone was having fun," she says.

Ghost looks at Y/n's finger seeing the ring.

"I remember how I proposed to you."

She seemed shocked he remembered.

"HUH! Really?!"

"Yeah...we were in Gatlinburg and we both where in the hot tub together and I proposed," she cups his face.

"You remember?"

"Yeah~" he sounded confused maybe he was wrong?

"Oh my god," she hugs him tightly and he hugs her back.

"But...I still don't remember much," he says.

"I understand," she says.

They kept going through the photo albums and he was smiling at the wedding and then Y/n grabbed another vacation album.

"This was us at Bora Bora for our honeymoon," she says.

"Is that-"

"Yeah~" There was a photo Ghost flipped to and it was of Y/n in the water...naked. Ghost looked at her and her face was red, she was embarrassed.

"I mean we were in our own private area, so it didn't matter, but you WANTED a phot after I said no, so many times," she giggles. "We don't show this album a whole lot because of...some of the photos," she confesses.

"I can see why," he flips the page and saw where he was laying in the bed completely bare, and the white sheet rested on his lower half, but you could see his v-line. "I wonder who took this photo?" He says chuckling.

"You took so many of me, I thought I should do some," she says giving him an awkward smile.

The next one was both of them in bed together, Ghost's legs pushed open hers as she laid on her back and covered her red face.

"Did we?"

"We did...you were so adamite on taking a picture of me after doing it," she acted shy.

Most of the photos in this album was always them naked in some way or Ghost embarrassing Y/n, in a good way.

Y/n put the album away and looked at him if he wanted to look at more photo albums or if they wanted to talk about memories instead.

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Y/n had made tea for the both of them, as Ghost asked questions and Y/n would answer them.

"Did we ever talk about having kids?"

"A couple of times, but we also talked about how we should be prepared, and finically stabled before we have any," she says.

"I see...when did we move in together?"

"A year after we started dating."

"How did we meet?" He asks.

"We met by Soap and Price, I was Price's friend, and we went to his party together and Soap and him set us up together, we started hanging out, then you asked if we could date, and I said yes."

"Wow Soap was useful for something," he jokes, and Y/n playfully pushed him giggling.

Phantom plopped himself on Ghost's lap and Ghost pets his head as he kept asking questions.

"Do you ever miss me when I was gone?"

"Every time and every day, I will always miss you," she says.

Ghost stares at Y/n as she pets Phantom's head and heard him purring, Simon's and Y/ns hands grazed each other, and she looks up at him.

"I want to...want to kiss you..." he confesses.

"You're allowed to...I am your wife," she reminded him. He moves forward and Phantom jumps from his lap as Ghost cups her face pulling her closer.

His lips landed on hers. She moans into the kiss; his hands went to her waist, and he mumbles in between the kissing.

"You are so beautiful *kiss* gorgeous *kiss* incredible *kiss* and my *kiss* very cute *kiss* sexy *kiss* hot *kiss* wife." He says. He pulls away and looks into her eyes.

Her face was red and bright, she was embarrassed but is also glad he is remembering her.

"S-Simon."

"God...I love you...my wife, my wife, my wife," he repeats and kisses her again.

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superharmonymage · 2 months ago

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I would kill to protect this kitty 🐈

#cute #cat #cute cats #that cat could get me to sign up for the us military #pretty cat

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dagreninjagurl · 23 days ago

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Christmas Shopping

This is gonna be my first Venom fanfic cuz I’m bored and I’m trying new stuff out. And happy holidays to all.

This event takes place after Venom War, AND THIS COULD HAVE HAPPENED IF VENOM WAR HAD A HAPPY ENDING. It’s mainly Dylan Brock and Bren Waters going Christmas shopping until something came up.

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Over the past few weeks, I’ve been trying to recover from the Venom War. It was so chaotic. I don’t even know where to began with it. But all I know is that we got Dad and Venom back. I never told them this, but I feel so glad for both of them to be home. We don’t have to be on the run anymore. Spider-Man made sure there would be no military units or science company on our asses again.

RING! RING!

I pick up my phone from my bed—near Sleeper who was peacefully napping on the bed. I stare at my phone as I realized Bren was the one who was calling me.

“Hello?” I answered.

“Hey, man. You wanna go Christmas shopping with us?” he spoke as Toxin. I heard the wind blowing through the phone. I only assume they were swinging through the city.

“Why? It’s only December 1st.” I said.

“Cuz we’re gonna be out of town next week. Might as well shop and hang out with you,”

“Can you pick me up? I don’t have a ride,”

“Well, I’m already at your door. So be ready,” Bren replied as I soon heard the door bell ring.

DING DONG!

“You’re going with Bren, I assume,” Sleeper calmly said as it stretched in its cat form.

“Yeah. You coming with?” I asked it. In response, Sleeper nodded.

I rush downstairs with Sleeper to see Dad and Venom watching a Christmas movie in the living room. Though, I only see Venom’s head bobbling next to Dad.

“I’m going Christmas shopping with Bren,” I said so that they won’t have to make a scene of worries. A moment later, Venom turned around to see me in my iconic blue sweatshirt.

“If you’re going out like that, at least wear a coat,” Venom scolded as he reached a tendril for my coat that was hooked onto a coat rack near the front door.

“Here,” he insisted.

“Thanks, Venom. Do you guys uh—want anything?” I asked them as I put on the gray coat.

“All we want is for you to have fun before we get a snowstorm. And chocolate of course,” Venom answered.

“Have fun, kiddo!” Dad exclaimed from the couch.

“Okay, see you guys later!” I said before exiting through the door with Sleeper on my shoulder.

As I exited, I saw Bren standing in front of the steps of the door. His expression seemed irritated as he watched me exit the door. He wore a maroon and navy blue jacket that corresponds to Toxin’s form.

“About time, man. I’ve been standing here for five minutes,” he complained as he stared at me as I locked the front door.

“Five minutes isn’t nothing,” I replied.

“Whatever. Anyway, where do you want to go?” Bren asked as I walked down the steps of the town house.

“I don’t know. You have anything in mind?” I questioned as we stood in front of the steps of the town house.

“We were gonna get a gift for Dad. Except, we don’t have clue what to get him,” he responded.

“What about we walk around town and see if we desire for any of the shops,” Sleeper suggested.

A moment later, we began to walk down the aisle of town houses. We live near the metro of the city—close enough to where we can intervene if there’s a crime nearby.

We walked down numerous blocks of stores. However, none of them caught my interest. Except, Bren and Toxin’s attention was focused on such a dogwater store.

We paused in front of a Barnes and Noble.

“How about we look through Barnes and Noble?” Bren suggested as he stared at the sign that spelled out BARNES & NOBLE.

“You actually shop here?” I questioned them.

“Yeah? You don’t?”

“No, man. It’s so dog water,” I responded in annoyance.

“Whatever, man. Let’s just get inside. It’s so cold out here,”

Then, we entered through the open entrance of the dog water store. I don’t know if they have chocolate in here. I could sense Venom really wanting it.

“Does this place sell Chocolate?” I asked Bren as Toxin slowly appeared next to his neck.

“Well there’s a Starbucks in here. There’s a chance they could have chocolate,” Bren answered.

We then walked passed a few aisles to reach Starbucks. There were only a few shelf’s that contained similar items to chocolate. We browsed through some of them. However, there was an inconvenience.

“What the hell? How are they out of chocolate?” Bren exclaimed in a frustrated look.

“You know what, it’s fine. We can always look somewhere else,” I responded.

“But they shouldn’t be out of chocolate. They’re usually in stock!” Toxin replied as he let out a tendril to tap on the display name.

“See? It’s supposed to be all chocolate,” Toxin said. “All of those greedy humans took them al!”

“Calling us greedy, huh?” I commented.

“Like what you said. Let’s look somewhere else,” Bren repeated.

However, as we slowly approached the exit of Starbucks, we heard a little commotion behind us.

“Give us ALL of you money, lady!” a man with a ski mask begged as he held a pistol in front of the cashier.

“YEAH! Just give us the money, and you’ll be free. You don’t want to die, do you?” the accomplish demanded as he held both a pistol and a gray Walmart bag.

Sleeper and I stared at Bren and Toxin, and they stared back. Without any words, and by the family connection we had, we already knew what to do.

“COME ON LADY HURRY—“

“You dare arm an innocent woman?” Toxin questioned as they shifted their arms into a sharp precise blade.

“You all are going to hell,” I sharply criticized in my Codex form. It’s a good thing Venom left a tiny piece of himself within me—in case of an emergency.

“WHAT THE HELL?!” one of the robbers shouted as Sleeper shifted into its regular form—fuming numerous chemicals in the air.

In the end, the two robbers were no big deal. We were only there to intimidate them. They lay flat—unconscious on the checkered floor.

“You will be safe, lady,” Toxin said as they walked across the two unconscious bodies.

“Please call the police immediately,” I requested. “And tell them… we saved you,”

End?…

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Part 2?

I might create more Venom fanfics in the future.

I’m currently making a small comic and the fic was based off of that. Stay tuned for that!

Happy New Years everyone!

#venom #venom comics #eddie brock #marvel #comics #venom symbiote #marvel comics #dylan brock #symbrock #sleeper symbiote #bren waters #toxin symbiote

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mizugucci · 5 months ago

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onf in chicago

hi yall im finally posting my account of seeing onf in chicago!!!! its only like 4 days late... like i said best day ever!!! below are all my notes + a bunch of photos, please forgive what i look like lol but i was so happy :)

for those that know me, know this was a HUGE deal. so of course this is going to be very long and detailed. luckily for most of my followers ill be putting it under a readmore <3

so i bought the highest tier ticket for obvious reasons, so ill just so chronologically:

first was sound check and they did ugly dance and i could NOT believe i was seeing onf in the flesh. im pretty sure i died and went to heaven then and there

once they were done with soundcheck, they did the hi-touch and group photo. the actual practice was messy but it was fun so i don't think people minded. i dont remember anything except that for whatever reason, i was legitimately the FIRST PERSON and it was a lot lmao

additionally during the group photo i had wyatt to myself lol i froze for a second but he was so kind and polite, he asked what pose i wanted to do and i dont remember if i responded or not but we did a little heart together <3

then the fansign happened and i dont remember the majority of it, partly bc i was a flustered idiot lol but i got my complete album signed!!!! life goal met for sure. wyatt i remember specifically thinking again how kind and polite he was, idr seungjun/etion but i got to hyojin and he had his hand up kind of for a highfive and i gave him the album and tried to high five at the same time it was. very awkward LOL he thought it was funny (i hope) then yuto complimented my kitty cat ears!!! i remember saying something stupid and being an idiot in front of minkyun too but. what can we do

finally was the long anticipated fanchat!!! i had my fanchat with yuto obviously and it was nerve wracking as hell but i love him so much i powered through and i hope he got something out of our conversation

the photo that we took & he signed was my best one of the night, so im really happy with how that turned out. its going to be my treasure for a long time to come:

anyway first thing i want to note is that we were sitting at high tables for the talk, but he couldnt even sit without the table dwarfing him so he stood the whole time LMAO my short king i love him so much

so after we took the photo i sat down and honestly im not sure how much he understood the first half, bc he didnt react/respond and he was slightly confused about english in the 2nd half but ANYWAY i told him i was so so proud of him, how far he's come and especially weathering the time of being alone during military era... lots of gushy stuff lol

then i asked him what b-side he liked dancing to the most and he was SO CUTE when he cocked his head and went "b-side?" so it took a moment to get my point across and he was like ohhhh, umm fly me to the moon! and i almost made a total fool of myself reacting LOL bc as some of you know, fly me to the moon is literally my favorite ONF b-side. of all time. and partly due to yuto's center dance break with the saxophone.

yuto was confused but excited when i reacted (like i audibly gasped) and i said omg thats my favorite too!!! and he got so happy and i even proved it further being like, *points to u* dance break center! saxophone! and he nodded a bunch and was so excited lmao

i think he was also surprised at being a favorite, especially when he asked me when i became a fan and i said end of 2017 (which was true i was a fan, but became a stan in jan of 2019) and he seemed impressed! then our chat had ended there and i almost passed out afterwards haha

then we all had to leave the venue again before the concert started. i met a lot of really cool people that day so some of us went across the street to dunkin. had fun lmao

the concert started and my GOD minkyun's mic was on!!!!! and how does he always have so much energy??? also i had the lightstick and was having the time of my life screaming along lol they were fantastic incredible showstopping etc etc i tried to take some videos but i was just vibing (and shaking) too much i had to give up. but it was so nice to finally go to a concert that i had the lightstick for

went into the concert with solid 3rd bias (etion) and came out of it 3rd bias as seungjun lol. theres a lot to talk about song-wise but ill save that for later. in short, i almost cried when they did bye my monster. and tmwl. and byubyu.

also elle i did record asteroid for you (not that its a good video, or one that ill share...) but it did remind me of you lol! they did difficult & moscow moscow which were both surprises to me but very welcome. all day as well was fantastic!

about halfway thru the concert (but not the ballad section) i had given up on videos so i was just rocking out w the lightstick & i pretended to hit hyojins high note with the lightstick as a microphone until someone that i met nudged me & looked up to see seungjun staring at me

it was sooo funny the facial expression he was making. i cant even describe it but once we made eye contact it was like he smiled slowly literally like the grinch and went 'hehe' to make sure i knew he saw me doing that LOL

so i knew i had to get a snapshot with him that showcased the lightstick:

theres so much more about the concert but its all mainly about the songs & the fact i finally saw them live. but i do need to mention the fact goosebumps was practically a rave lmao loved it

after the concert was the group photo selfie which was really cool but would be better if my phones camera wasnt absolute shit & they did a more flattering angle...

dont let this photo fool you, they are short kings (im as tall or taller than multiple of them, minkyun & wyatt are the only ones i remember being taller than me. wyatt was surprising)

i didnt really say anything memorable during snapshots bc i was just so star-struck, but i do remember wyatt going out of his way to be nice lol also i saw yuto multiple times & i was sooo mad there was only a few of us that bought premium snapshot for him. i also got along well with minkyun and highfived him again. i let most of the members choose their poses. yes i got multiple mks. yes i made him do cat ears.

and here are all the others. i got at least 1 type of snapshot with each of the members

anyway tl;dr best day of my life, its only downhill from here! unless they announce another tour... we shall see... im so glad they're getting so much love from fuse, i know we (both onf and fuses) have been waiting for a long time

im also very happy that there really is no reason NOT to have overseas tours... we've already beat the 7 year curse & completed military. the world is onf's oyster and i cant wait to see what they do going forward <3

#onf #onf in chicago #haley & elle if u see this pls read #youll know why LOL #onf spotlight tour #there are rumors of an encore tour #and/or another comeback+tour combo #im saving up regardless btw #mtxt #idk why anyone would but this is fine to rb!

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dis0rderly-cl0wn-nerd · 4 months ago

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Crack A Smile and Cut Your Mouth

Ledger!Joker Origin Story

Chapter Eleven - I'll Take A Quiet Life

Warnings: None

Chapter Summary: Jack's daily life as a shell shocked former soldier, struggling to function.

Author's Note: Thank you so much for reading guys! We're down to five chapters left ☺ Btw this is several months later. At this point Jack has been in Gotham for almost a year.

Taglist: @alittlesmartcookie @furisodespirit

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Nestled comfortably underneath his covers and clinging to his pillow, Jack slept peacefully. His curly hair was sprawled out on the sheets going in different directions. He wore a dark sweatshirt, his boxers, and purple socks.

All that could be heard was the quiet hum of air passing through the vent on the ceiling above and his soft breathing. Such blissful sleep was a rare occurrence so he treasured every minute that he could get it.

Sunlight peeked in through the curtains and streaked across his face, shining on the bridge of his nose and highlighting his freckles. The light hitting his eye brought him out of the comforting embrace of sleep and woke him up.

He sat up groggily and rubbed his eyes, his messy hair falling over them. With a yawn, he climbed out of bed and went to the bathroom. He brushed his teeth while he was there, proud of himself that he remembered to do it.

Jack decided to skip his usual morning workout and instead walked into the kitchen to make breakfast. He opened the refrigerator and scanned the shelves for something to eat, eventually choosing sausage and two eggs. He cut out two patties from the sausage roll and put them on a frying pan on the stove, turning it on and adjusting the heat.

While he waited on that to cook, he cracked the two eggs into a bowl and whisked them with a fork. Once the sausage was done, he used the same pan to cook the eggs and scrambled them, adding in some black pepper.

He moved the food to the table once it was done and grabbed some juice from the fridge. He didn’t bother with a cup because he would obviously be the only one drinking it so he just drank straight out of the container. Yet another sign of his growing carelessness.

As he ate, he glanced at the calendar hanging on the wall from across the table and noticed some writing on the current date.

Oh shit, rent’s due today.

Shaking his head, Jack finished up his breakfast and put the used dishes in the sink. He went back to his bedroom to change his clothes so he could go downstairs to pay the rent. He had to get a grip. Whatever this spell in his life was, it was causing him to forget the most basic of tasks and he normally wasn’t forgetful at all. Maybe it was the military man in him but he liked being timely and getting things accomplished.

After he threw on something halfway decent, he grabbed an envelope filled with cash out from his junk drawer and his keys. He left his apartment and locked the door behind him, taking the stairs so he could avoid people. Once he was downstairs, he approached the landlady’s office and knocked on the door.

“Mrs. Vernon?” Jack called out, shocked at his own voice which was slightly hoarse from disuse.

“Come in, dear!” The eccentric redhead responded.

Jack opened the door and stepped inside. He had to really hide his reaction when he saw what Lydia was preoccupied with. She had her black cat on the desk and was measuring it. There was a pile of purple and orange yarn beside the cat so Jack assumed it was to make clothes for it.

The landlady smiled and sat the tape measure down. “Just finishing up Sylvester’s measurements. Whatcha need?”

“Uh, rent’s due so here you go.” Jack said and handed her the envelope from his pocket.

“Oh that’s right. Thank you, Jack. If only all my tenants were this punctual. Sometimes I have to pry it out of a few of them.” Lydia chuckled.

Jack nodded.

“Are you doing alright, Jack? I haven’t seen you out that much.”

“Yeah. I’m okay.”

Ha. Lies.

“If you say so. I’m here if you ever need anything. Just give me a call. Oh and you have mail by the way.”

Jack took a few steps towards the door and turned to leave. “Thanks, Mrs. Vernon.” He said over his shoulder.

He breathed a sigh of relief that the interaction was over. Another task completed. He walked to the other side of the lobby where rows of mail slots lined the wall. He found his and unlocked it. Inside it there was a check from the army he had been expecting for this month and a few envelopes of useless junk mail. He shoved them into his pocket and shut the slot back.

He trudged back up the stairs to his apartment and got off at the third floor. Someone else that lived on the floor saw him in passing.

“Good morning, neighbor.” She said cheerily.

“Morning.” Jack replied quietly and reached for his doorknob.

He didn’t have any type of relationship with his neighbors and he didn’t want to, but being polite was the least he could do. Even if he didn’t feel like being sociable.

As he came in the doorway, he put the mail on the counter and the check in his wallet to cash later. Then he sat down at the kitchen table with a tired sigh. He wasn’t sure what he was gonna do today.

When you didn’t work and lived alone it was easy to get bored. It made him restless. He liked the solitude but he needed something to do or he would go stir crazy. He had to keep his hands busy anyway because it distracted him from resurfacing memories and whatnot.

One of the main things he did to keep himself occupied was keeping a journal/sketchbook. It was a brown hardback that he found while running errands one day. He would write entries about the day's events or his thoughts. Other entries would be drawings or doodles that came to mind. Sometimes he would glue things in or make a collage. Whatever came to mind, he put to paper.

It seemed to work well enough. It kept his mind off things for a while. That was as good as it was gonna get. Screw therapy. It probably would have worked the exact same way, only more expensive and outside his space. Talking out his feelings to a stranger would cause him even more stress. So he stuck to the journal, deciding it would be a whole lot better in the long run.

Today he glued in some random pieces of the junk mail to make a collage, rearranging some of the words to make funny sentences. He liked to do that with newspapers too. Gotham’s papers were the best for that kind of thing with all their crazy headlines and bizarre stories.

On the back of the collage he doodled Mrs. Vernon with her cat, Slyvester. He couldn’t get that mental image out of his head of her measuring her cat so she could make tiny cat clothes. It made him chuckle a bit.

He closed his journal and put it and the art supplies away, after spending almost two hours in it. When he said the journal kept him busy, he meant it. He left the table and went into the living room. He plopped down on the couch to take a much needed nap.

…

That night he made grilled cheese for dinner. Something simple so he didn’t have to put in much effort but still passable as a meal. After he ate, he laid down on the couch again to unwind for the evening. On the coffee table beside him, the radio was playing some old 70s rock tunes. He closed his eyes and just listened, drowning everything else out.

The soft tunes emitted from the radio reminded him of his younger years. His mother would play records from Led Zeppelin or The Doors while they both cleaned the house.

He smiled as he thought back on those days. The fond memories and soft music helped him to relax as he settled comfortably into the couch cushions. If he were allowed to smoke inside, he’d totally be having a cigarette right about now.

A combination of the relaxed feeling he had and his full stomach slowly lulled him to sleep. He sensed he was getting ready to drift off so he reached over and turned off the radio as his last conscious act before he succumbed to sleep. Within minutes he was out cold.

…

Several hours later Jack woke up startled from yet another nightmare. His heart pounded in his ears and he struggled to catch his breath. It was still dark outside which let him know it was still very early in the morning and not the right time to be getting up. Wiping the sweat from his brow, he sat up and scanned the room for reassurance.

You’re okay. You’re home. You’re safe.

He mentally chanted those words over and over to ground himself. Once he finally calmed down, he closed his eyes and tried his hardest to go back to sleep but he just couldn’t. After half an hour of trying, he gave up and turned on the TV to pass the time.

At first a news channel popped up, which was discussing stocks for Gotham’s business world. Jack rolled his eyes and surfed through the channels until something decent came up. He settled on a kids channel that was playing Tom and Jerry. Nothing like childhood nostalgia to distract him from the terrible evil of the world that constantly racked his brain.

More time passed and soon the sun crept in through the curtains, signaling to Jack that it was time to get up and go make himself something to eat. As he scoured the kitchen for food, he realized he needed to restock on groceries since he was running low on a lot of things. He outwardly groaned and facepalmed. The last thing he wanted was social interaction, especially after the rough start to the day.

He forced himself to suck it up, knowing that if he didn’t he wouldn’t have food. The best way to have a better day was to face it head on. He would be a productive member of society today. No if ands or buts about it.

After he finished breakfast, Jack took a quick shower and got dressed. He made sure to fix his hair a little and brush his teeth. ‘Civilized’ people frowned upon the disheveled. He stuffed his keys and his wallet into his pocket and went on his way, locking up the apartment behind him.

When he was outside the building, he took a right towards the shopping center that was a few blocks down. He walked there since it would save gas. There was really no point in driving to somewhere so close. Mentally preparing himself as he approached, he entered the grocery store through the automatic door and grabbed a basket from the front, keeping his head down as he went.

He walked through the aisles, grabbing the things that he needed and avoiding people when he could. Lately he found that the slightest things people did annoyed him. If someone got too close to him or if a group of people were in the same aisle he needed to be at, it bothered him.

Then there were the times people actually did something to validly upset him. People had no mercy when it came to staring at him. It was bad enough that he was taller than most people and had this intimidating aura about him that tended to put others on edge.

The scar was the salt in the wound. He saw their eyes. It was unmistakable what they were looking at. They would quickly look away and pretend like they didn’t see him, as if the very sight of his gnarled face would give them a disease of some kind.

Pssh. Civilians were so easily startled.

Jack grabbed the last thing he needed and dropped it inside the basket, relieved that the shopping part was over. Now came the hard part. He walked back towards the front where the registers were and got in line.

While he waited, he looked over each of the items in his basket and internally read over their labels to keep himself from getting too overwhelmed. That was one of the biggest reasons he hated shopping. Sure other people were annoying but it was extremely stressful for him to be out in public.

It was now his turn in line so he stepped up and began unloading the basket onto the conveyor belt. As always he only spoke what was necessary to the cashier but maintained a certain amount of politeness.

The cashier finished bagging the groceries and told him the total. Jack produced his wallet from his pocket and he took out some money, handing it to the cashier. She gave him a receipt and his change, wishing him a good rest of his day.

Jack just nodded in response and grabbed the bags from the counter. He nearly made a beeline for the exit, glad to be away from that sensory overload.

While he was out he figured it would be a good idea to go ahead and cash that check he got in the mail. The bank was a few more blocks away but he didn’t mind walking. He reached the stone building a few minutes later and went inside.

He stopped at an electronic booth so he didn’t have to talk to a person. He took out some money to have as cash on hand and deposited the rest into his account.

Task two of the day completed. Now he could finally go back home.

When he got back, he unloaded the groceries and put them away. He noticed how messy his space was getting and decided to take action. Once he was done putting up groceries, he washed the dishes left in the sink and cleaned off the countertops. Then he tidied up around the living room and the table and swept the floors. The bathroom needed a touch up so he got to work on that. He also put the clothes lying on his bedroom floor in a laundry basket to be washed. By the time he was done cleaning nearly three hours had passed.

At this point it was almost dinner time and Jack was trying to figure out what to make. He pulled a box of pasta from a shelf in his pantry and decided to just wing it with some sort of pasta dish. He got the noodles started by leaving them in a pot on the stove to boil. While he waited on that he made a small salad to go with it, topping it with lots of cheese and an interesting looking dressing he found at the store.

When the pasta finished cooking, he mixed it in with a tomato sauce he let heat up in a pan. Once that was done, he topped it with a little garlic and plenty of cheese. He moved to the table with the food and fixed himself a plate.

The first bite was heavenly, a small reward for being productive today. He ate in complete silence as usual and relished in the peace and quiet.

Jack started to get full after a while so he saved what was left over for later and cleaned up the mess in the kitchen. He put away the supplies he used and tossed the dirty dishes in the sink.

Just as he picked up a dish to wash, the pan on top of it fell with a loud crash, making him jump back and drop the dish he was holding.

Instantly he was brought back to the battlefield. The loud noise rang in his ears, imitating the explosions. He covered his ears with his hands and got down on his knees, curling in on himself and whimpering in pain.

No matter how hard he tried to snap out of it, the illusion wouldn’t budge. All he could do was stay there on the floor and ride it out until his brain decided to leave him alone.

After what felt like forever, the noise and the visions eventually subsided, leaving him shook up and struggling to breath. He felt a lump form in his throat and choked over the sob he tried to keep back but couldn’t.

This attack came out of absolutely nowhere and scared him to death. Loud noises never bothered him that much before and he never thought of them as triggering. This was completely unexpected.

Jack hit his head against his hands and scolded himself. Stop crying, you whimp! It’s over now. Jeez, get a fucking grip. He rocked back and forth, trying to calm himself and ride out the last remaining effects of the attack.

Something had to give. This was getting ridiculous.

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forestgoblinvibes · 2 years ago

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TASK FORCE 141 X MALE!READER (PLATONIC TO START)

CHAPTER ONE: PROTECT HER

WARNING: The following contains mentions and descriptions of death, blood, cursing, bones breaking, torture, shooting

AN: This will be the first chapter in many. My goal is to post once a week at the end of the week based on my own life and availability and the response/feedback from readers! Please enjoy!!

WORD COUNT: A LOT

‘Too much anger can make you lash out. Don’t lose control’

Your fathers voice echoed in your head and shortly numbed the dull ache throughout your body. Your head throbbed, your throat was so dry it felt like sand paper and you struggled to keep your eyes open.

Someone was calling out to you and it sounded so far away. Your head lulled to the side

Telling your family you’d be joining the military right after high school at eighteen surprised them to say the least. Your mother, protective and loving tried to persuade you to do otherwise but when she saw the determination you had, she of course supported you. Even if it scared her.

Your father was proud and worried. Made you promise to come home to them safe. He hugged you the longest on your last day before basic training

And your baby sister, you were her superhero, her big brother her best friend and protector. She was two years old when you left. She cried for hours when you left. But to the best of her ability, would write letters and draw you pictures along with your parents while in basic training.

“Y/N! Wake up!” Someone’s voice called out agin, this time more clear. You could hear they were scared.

You tried to open your eyes, this time succeeding if only partially. Taking in your surroundings wasn’t to hard, you’re in a dimly lit room sitting in a semi circle with two other people from what you could tell.

That’s when your brain started to get back on track and register the pain you’re in, as well as how you got there.

Basic training felt like a fun day at the beach now that you think back to it. While you were given a hard time and thrown challenges left and right you would take it all again then being on this shit show if a mission.

“Dagger give me a sit rep” you called into the coms over the gunfire ahead. This wasn’t your first mission, but it wasn’t supposed to be like this.

“Lookin’ solid here kitty, Lana’s here but their com is down, their unharmed. What about you and Capt’n Nova?” She responded in a light tone. Dagger, that’s her call sign, was the light during shitty situations. On a normal day her tone would be enjoyed.

Today it reminded you that it could be the last time you hear her.

“You can’t be takin’ a cat nap at a time like this kitty” that same light tone masked her fear. Masked the wheezing, troubled breathing of the third person in the room. “They did a number on you this time..” now here voice sounded more concerned, tense and shaky.

“Y’know I hate that call sign. Give me a sit rep yeah?” you grumble and pull at your restraints, wincing as the thick rope rubbed the skin raw. But it’s rope, you can get out of this, can save your team. “How long have we been here?” You ask, brain still foggy as you run through memories.

“ I- m’ tired” was the response from lana, they sounded drunk, weak and raspy.

“Gotta stay awake yeah L? You owe me a beer remember. Only been two days maybe? Jus’ stay awake” Dagger pleaded quietly. The team was close, family. But the talking was cut short but a door being slammed open.

“Nova’s gone, h…he got hit and I couldn’t stop the bleeding” your tone was shaky as you shouted in the com’s and looked at your captains dead form. A reminder that you could be next. A reminder that no mission was perfect.

Raising your gun you peered around the corner of the crumbling wall you used as cover. The enemy had larger numbers than what you were prepared for. This was supposed to be a simple mission to gather intel. But the information given to your team was either wrong or old and ended in an ambush.

“Ki- e-eat!” Your coms crackled to life but was full of static. Your heart was pound in your ears at this point. Anxiety making your skin prickle with the animal under your skin begging to escape the situation

“Repeat! Dagger repeat!!” You shouted while shooting down two enemy soldiers who grew to close.

“RETREAT!!”

“Ahhh everyone’s awake, good. Let’s get back to business” a man with a gruff and heavy Russian accent spoke.

“Why did you come here, and don’t lie. My patience for your lot has run thin. And one of you isn’t looking to well” he continues and walked towards Lana, who looked like they were barely breathing at this point.

You looked at Dagger, her face was stoic but her eyes held her fear. Now that you were more aware you could see she was badly beaten. One eye was swelled shut, blood was caked near her hair, she was visibly shaking.

You couldn’t tell nor care what state you were in. No, for now you focused on your task. Using your claws to scratch and wear down the ropes around your wrist.

But the both of you staid silent. Both of you endured the beatings and torture. But Lana, after two days they fell asleep and didn’t wake back up. Dagger cried and screamed at their death, cursed out your tormentors and threatened them with a renewed energy as they dragged her away. You gained a renewed energy but in the form of pure anger, it fueled you to rip through the worn down ropes once the doors were closed.

Deep down it scared you to touch into this anger. But her safety was all that mattered.

The first time you shifted in front of your permanent team was right after basic training and before your first mission. In basics you had to shift in front of other recruits and spar with them in your panther from. It gave both you and the other recruits a send of mind to be ready for everything.

But with your new team you had hoped to at least hide it. It’s not that you weren’t proud of being a shifter, you were very proud. But you didn’t want to be treated differently and not everyone could be as accepting.

“It’s just a trust exercise” your captain explained.

“We all need to trust each other to be a working team. So no secrets” he continued before turning your teammates attention to you.

Your shift was fluid, bones popping effortlessly with minimal discomfort as your once human body changed into the form of a oversized black panther. Your eyes became an emerald green instead of the honey gold they normally held.

Your captain continues as you stretch, eyeing your companions cautiously. Looking for any signs of fear or disgust.

“Y/N here can’t speak to us while like this. So before our first mission we will need to figure out a quick and easy way to communicate with each other” he said rather proudly.

Nova, his call sign, was the oldest in the group. Being forty-two he was your leader. Then there was Lana, she was thirty and from what you knew had no call signs. Then there was Dennis her call sign Dagger. You found out why when you first shifted. She’s the same age as you, 23 both young.

“So your a giant fuckin’ cat? Ha! That’s what imma call you. Kitty!” She was quickly and sharp with her words. Leaving little to no room to argue. And so your first call sign was created

You had growled at her and she started calling you ‘grumpy cat’ in response

Dagger jumped at the suddenness of you breaking free. They had done a number on both of you after Lana died. Trying to get information you didn’t even have.

After freeing your hands you did the same for your legs and stood up quickly, it was time to get out. Only thing is, as soon as you stood you were falling. Days of being seated, beaten and starved left your body weak. Your knees hit the ground painfully but still you pushed on, half crawling to her.

She spoke as your worked on her bindings.

“What are you doing? You can’t just play savior! We have no idea where we are, you look like a corpse and I’m sure I’m no better!” She whisper yelled as you got her hand free.

“I’m not letting you die too, no one’s coming for us obviously. I can get us out” you spoke in a now shaky tone while scratching quickly at the ropes around Daggers ankles.

That’s what you believed, who would come for a team with soldiers practically fresh out of basic. It’s been at least a week. It’s what you thought, your on your own.

Two days after your team’s capture and death if your captain. Kate Laswell called in the best team she knew. Why? Because shifters were rare in the military, because her wife was a shifter so it hit closer to home then she liked.

Now here she sat in her office with John Price, ready to be filled in on why she called.

“Kate,” his voice gruffly broke the silence. “Why send us in? Why not a different team? I need to know what my men will be stepping into to. No need to know crap” he spoke matter of factly and for this matter she obliged.

With a sigh she pulled out four files. One was stamped in big red letters ‘KIA’ the other three were stamped ‘MIA’.

“A team was sent out for a basic intel grab and go there wasn’t supposed to be to many enemy soldiers. But they were ambushed…their captain was killed and we can only assume that the rest were captured..by Russians” she explained while sliding the files to Price.

“That still doesn’t explain why you want us specifically to go in? Why not a different team?” He interjected while reading through the files until he got to yours. Laswell continued

“Y/N L/N, young kid and smart, graduated one of the best in his group. He’s a shifter” she said while letting Price read through the folder. “If he’s alive, I believe he can be a good addition to your Task Force. He’s excellent in the stealth missions he’s done, loyal to the bone. Plus your team could use the fresh blood...”

Price was looking at Laswell now, he could see in her eyes that there was more to this. Something more personal and he understood that. He trusts Laswell. “Where do we start?” Was his only answer.

Dagger was free. The easiest step completed, you both leaned against the wall of the room you’ve been confined to.

“Alright Kitty, what now? We have no weapons, no idea where we are at!” She whisper yelled to you, who much to her concern looked like you were about to pass out.

Your mind was racing, she was right of course, what would you do after the fact. Where would you go? She was your priority, you had to keep her safe. Get her home to her family. But what if you failed?

What if? What if? What if?

“I-“ you take a deep breath to calm yourself, you’d be no use if you started panicking. “I can shift, carry you out of here. If you find a gun take it and start shooting. We can look for a place to lay low. I just need you to keep guard while i shift. Can you do that bug?” you offer your plan tensely. She stared at you, here eyes held so many emotions at once.

Using that nickname, something personal between you both seemed to anchor her in the moment. Give her hope. She nods and stands a bit taller.

You take a few steps back, with your injuries and exhaustion you knew shifting wouldn’t be easy. She didn’t, she needed you strong. You needed to be strong as you crouch down.

It came naturally, not something you had to think about for it to happen. But it hurt, wounds that had caked closed split back open. Bones cracked and moved slowly as if stuck in molasses.

Nothing comes easy in life, as you had started shifting, the sound of heavy foot steps echoed behind the door. Dagger went wide eyed and reacted quickly, pushing a chair against the door in hopes to buy some time.

A pained growl is ripped from you as your shift continues, alerting the man behind the door who started trying to kick the door in.

As soon as the door swings open it’s one man, gun raised and aimed at Dagger. Without hesitation you lunge forward. The only though in your mind

‘Protect her’

By the time a week went but Laswell finally located where you and your team where being held. Some old warehouse in the middle of the jungle that was being used as an outpost for the Russians.

The team had been briefed that their mission was a search and rescue. Get in and out with minimal damage.

They were not told that you were a shifter. Just that it was imperative to find you alive.

“Wheels up in ten!” Price shouted as the task force got their gear and weapons ready.

“wander if this kid is some big wigs son?” It was Soap who questioned curiously, he was met with a grunt from Ghost to his left and Gaz laughed a bit.

“Maybe we’ll be handsomely rewarded” Kyle joked while standing with his things and slapping Soap in the shoulder. “Let’s get this done yeah?”

HAHAHA leaving the first chapter with a sudden stop? A cliff hanger? How incredibly evil. Hahahahh please let me know how you liked this first half!!! My goal is to post once a week with enough feed back.

ANYWAY!! I HOPE YOU ENJOYED!!!!

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gipsyavnger · 2 years ago

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Call of Duty OC: Isobel “Medusa” Williams

When she enlisted in the United States Army at eighteen, the Combat Exclusion Policy had yet to be lifted, so she could not follow in her father’s footsteps. Instead, Isobel followed in her grandfather’s footsteps and became one of the best attack helicopter pilots the Army produced. She was recruited to Task Force 141 by Captain John Price at the request of Kate Laswell.

GENERAL

Name: Isobel Guinevere Williams Call Signs: Medusa; Echo 0-1 Rank: Lieutenant (British Army); Warrant Officer 4 (US Army, former) Gender: Female Birthday: March 25th, 1991 Nationality: American Place of Birth: Fort Benning, Georgia Home: [Redacted], Herefordshire, England Spoken Languages: English (native), Italian (native), Spanish (fluent), Pashto (fluent), Arabic (fluent), and Russian (conversational) Sexuality: Heterosexual Occupation: British SAS operator for Task Force 141; AH-64D/E Pilot (Formerly; separated from the US Army)

AFFILIATIONS/RELATIONSHIPS

Family

Father: First Sergeant Colin Michael Williams AKA Coyote, US Army Ranger (retired) Mother: Maria Gulianna Williams née Giordano, US Army nurse (retired) Siblings: Sergeant Aoife Elisabeth Williams, US Army medic. Relationship with parents: Isobel adores her father. He’s her hero. She wanted to grow up and be tough and fierce just like him when she was a kid. Her relationship with her mother is a little strained at times. She loves her mom very much, but being raised by the hot-headed Italian made things a little interesting, especially when Isobel was trying to prove her independence while Aoife was running around being a little shit. Relationship with sibling: Isobel and Aoife fought like cats and dogs when they were younger. They were three years apart but so close in personality. Poor Colin had to deal with three Italian-tempered women running around his house, causing chaos. Isobel loves Aoife with all her heart, but they still have the typical sister relationship. They get on each other’s nerves but would kill to protect each other.

Extended Family These people are not related to her, but she grew up with them and views them as family:

“Uncle” Robert “Badger” Tully, US Army Ranger (retired)

“Uncle” Jack “Omaha” Wagner, US Army Ranger (retired)

“Uncle” Greg “Elvis” Sumner, US Army Ranger (retired)

Pets: None. She loves all animals. Except small yippy dogs. She especially hates Pomeranians and Chihuahuas. It stems from when she was six and was attacked by a small dog.

Task Force 141

Kate Laswell

Captain John Price (Bravo-6)

Sergeant John “Soap” MacTavish

Sergeant Kyle “Gaz” Garrick

Lieutenant Simon “Ghost” Riley

Los Vaqueros

Colonel Alejandro Vargas

Sergeant Major Rodolfo “Rudy” Parra

APPEARANCE

Eye color: Dark brown, in the right light they look black Hair color: Dark brown; if she spends enough time in the sun it lightens to a soft brown Height: 5’4” / 164cm Build: Lean, muscular, and athletic Blood Type: AB+ Scars: Many; one over her right eyebrow, scars littered across her stomach, a long scar down her left shoulder, one down her right thigh (all from her first helicopter crash), and a bullet wound on the right side of her stomach (from the Alone mission) Face Claim: Lyndsy Fonseca

FAVORITES

Color: Black and red Food: Pistachio pesto over homemade tagliatelle pasta Drink: Coffee and/or an energy drink Alcohol: Bourbon Song: If I’m There – Bad Omens Album: Finding God Before God Finds Me – Bad Omens Flowers: Sunflowers and Lilacs Hairstyle: A loose messy bun, loose ponytail, or half up in a bun/half down (Normal/relaxed days); tight French braid or military standard bun (For missions)

PERSONALITY

Myers’s-Briggs Type: ISTJ-T (Turbulent Logictican)

Strong-willed and dutiful - Isobel’s integrity is everything to her, portraying it in her words and actions. She works hard and stays focused with patience and determination, which others admire.

Responsible - Her word is her promise, and promises mean everything to Isobel. She is loyal to a fault.

Jack-of-all-trades - Isobel is a repository for a vast wealth of knowledge. She learns quickly and can utilize what she’s learned at the drop of a hat.

Compassionate - She’s a bleeding heart for those in need, willing to throw herself into the line of fire to protect an innocent person without a second thought.

Intelligent - Isobel is an avid reader, consuming whatever she can get her hands on. Had she pursued college, she would have more than likely gone on to receive a Ph.D. in whatever subject she’d chosen to study. Safe to say, the woman is borderline genius.

When someone first meets her, Isobel can come across as stoic and withdrawn. It takes some prying, but eventually, she will open up to those willing to try to be her friend.

She goes into a certain mindset when in the heat of battle. She looks like she could kill you and probably will kill you.

Permanent case of resting bitch face

SKILLS AND ABILITIES

Fighting style: Sambo, Krav Maga, Judo with a mix of Kali

Weapon(s):

Sniper Rifle: Barrett MRAD .308

Semi-Automatic Rifle: M4A1

Pistol: Sig Sauer M17

Knives: 5–10 thin, easily concealable blades hidden/tucked into her tactical vest; great for throwing or stabbing. Not meant for slashing.

Distinct Weapon: Her concealed knives for close combat

Special Skills: An expert in tracking, survival, and hunting.

TRIVIA

Is obsessed with Star Wars and Lord of the Rings.

She has a ridiculous amount of Star Wars and Lord of the Rings lore memorized and can recall it anytime.

She has a replica of Darth Vader’s lightsaber, Aragorn’s sword Andúril, Legolas’s dual blades, and Arwen’s blade Hadhafang in storage at her parents’ place

Loves to read; her book collection is ridiculous. Isobel isn’t picky about what genre she reads, either.

She was caught reading a few times when she flew helicopters and was stuck on standby.

One of her favorite things to do in her downtime is go to used and new bookstores and browse for hours.

In her senior year of high school, she applied to Yale, Brown, and Columbia to keep her parents happy. She was accepted into all three but declined and enlisted in the military instead.

She married Lucas Greer (US Army Paratrooper, deceased) when she was nineteen. Their marriage was rough, and they legally separated when she was 27. The divorce was finalized in 2019 when she was 28.

She stays in touch with Lucas’s parents every once in a while.

The end of the marriage to their son was rough, but despite that, Isobel loved her in-laws. They were nothing but kind to her through everything that happened.

Covers her prominent scars with tattoos, but she’s also obsessed with tattoos. She currently has five, the biggest of which is her partial back piece.

Has a lovely singing voice, but her party trick is her ability to scream like Courtney LaPlante.

BACKGROUND

Born to a mother who served in the US Army as a nurse and a father who held the record for the most kills under any Army Ranger’s belt until he retired, Isobel grew up in a military household. When she was younger, she wanted to rebel against her parents and become a lawyer, but she always idolized her parents and eventually grew out of her lawyer phase.

Growing up, Isobel spent every second she could with her father when he was home. Colin deployed a lot, so the man treasured each moment he could be with his family. He took Isobel (and her younger sister once she was old enough) on every hunting trip, using the time to teach her how to shoot. He also taught her the Ranger Way. By the time Isobel was in high school, she was an expert in tracking, survival, and evasion. If needed, she could survive off the land for an indefinite amount of time, given the right tools.

Isobel had a somewhat normal high school experience. Her senior year, she was the Track & Field team's captain, bringing her team the gold for the 200 and 400-meter sprint at the State Championship and anchoring the relay team to take home first place. Besides participating in sports, Isobel was the captain of the debate team and a member of the National Honor Society.

Thanks partly to her well-rounded high school career, Isobel had her pick of colleges to choose from…but that was the opposite of what she wanted. On the day of her eighteenth birthday, she marched down to the nearest Army recruiter and enlisted.

She made it through Basic Training with flying colors, earning herself an Expert Marksmanship badge. Sadly, she couldn’t pursue her dream of becoming an Army Ranger like her father, so she became an attack helicopter pilot instead.

Upon graduating from Warrant Officer Candidate School and Warrant Officer Pilot School and flight training, Isobel found herself a fully-fledged AH-64D/E (Apache Longbow/Guardian) pilot with the callsign “Medusa.” Around this time, she also met her future husband Lucas Greer. He was a dashing paratrooper, and their romance was a whirlwind. Within three months, they were married. Things were blissful before the deployments started, but during their second deployment, Lucas began getting abusive.

The marriage continued to grow more and more toxic, and eventually, friends and family began to take notice. One in particular was Hannah “Sparrow” Clayton, Isobel’s best friend. During this time, Sparrow had an accident climbing K2 in Asia. The night Isobel got the call saying Sparrow had disappeared was the straw that broke the camel’s back, immediately filling for legal separation when Sparrow woke up from her coma.

By 2019, twenty-eight-year-old Isobel was legally divorced and happier than she had felt in years. She completed another two tours before being shot down by an enemy RPG after she and her gunner were scrambled to deal with the aftermath of the 2021 Hamid Karzai International Airport bombing, which landed her at Walter Reed Medical Center.

Isobel had served her country for twelve years, facing the prospect of being medically separated from the US Army or stuck behind a desk for the rest of her career. That’s when Laswell sent the uncut footage of the helicopter crash to Captain John Price, informing him that she was recruiting Isobel to Task Force 141.

Price arrived at the hospital and officially recruited Isobel on Laswell’s behalf. Isobel spent six months with TF141 before the Los Almas and Chicago events transpired. After proving her mettle, Price pulled some strings and pushed some paper to have Isobel officially become a member of the British Armed Forces to go through the SAS selection process.

After passing the grueling training, she came out the other side a member of the British SAS and a full-time member of Task Force 141.

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plague-of-insomnia · 2 years ago

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Sebard(agni) AU idea #3456:

A modern AU inspired by the Japanese series 「初恋」(Hatsukoi, aka First Love).

The series is about two people who are high school sweethearts but lose touch after one of them has an accident and literally forgets about the years they knew one another. Then, ~20 years later, they reconnect partly bc the one who didn’t lose their memory could never forget their first love.

(This series slayed me and so this will be long.)

Setting: US, Modern AU

Pairing: Sebard(agni)

Bard would be Harumichi. He joined the military straight out of high school because it had always been his dream to be a pilot, He was a bit of a slacker in high school and didn’t plan to go to college, but he happened to see Seb at a ACT test and it was love at first sight. So he studied his butt off so he could go to the same school as Seb. After Seb loses memory of their relationship, he decides to go into the military anyway, partly to distract himself from his heartbreak, and also bc he never really fit in at college. Ultimately, he leaves the military and gets work as a security guard. Bard’s dated causally over the years, and even has a good friend and long-time fuck buddy, Agni (who may live with him; not sure yet), but he’s never once gotten over Seb. He compares everyone he’s ever been with to him (of any gender), and when they inevitably come up short, finds an excuse to break things off or keep things casual. Poor man has it bad.

Seb would be Yae, the one who lost their memory. He had a brilliant future before he was injured and lost his memory and had to drop out of school. An abusive marriage that ended badly. I suspect he was first told the injury was an accident but later found out it was caused by his ex, Claude. Ever since he escaped him, he’s moved around a lot and changed his name. He works at a call center so he has minimum contact with the public, and although he’s happy with his life and his cat, he’s constantly on edge that Claude will find him again. He avoids most relationships of any kind, not only out of fear but also bc he never knows when he’ll have to pick up and cut all ties again.

Agni would be Bard’s best friend and fuck buddy. I think they met by chance. Bard’s brother is Deaf, so he’s fluent in ASL, and he intervened when Agni runs into some asshole hearies at a restaurant and invites him over for dinner. They hit it off and become friends. (Harumachi’s sister is Deaf in the show.) Agni understands that Bard will never love anyone else aside from Seb, and is probably the one who pushed him to reconnect with him.

I think Bard happens to get a call from Seb (bc of his job) and he has a particular vocal tic that Bard recognizes immediately. He calls him by his old name, which causes Seb to panic and hang up. He spends the next few days terrified that he’d been found and debates about quitting his job and moving again, but his cat is sick so he has to take her to the vet.

At the vet, Seb happens to run into Bard in the waiting room. Agni has a cat, but since Bard works nights, asked him to take them for him. Bard immediately recognizes Seb, but ofc Seb doesn’t know who Bard is, and they get to chatting. Seb is closed off at first, but Bard is so affable he finds himself relaxing around him, and they establish a tentative friendship. But Bard is worried about telling Seb the truth about their paths, not sure how it will affect Seb or their relationship.

I think I would end up making this a poly ship. Seb sees Agni and Bard kissing one day when he tries to show up to surprise Bard and assumes that Bard was cheating on his boyfriend, so he ghosts him. Not knowing why Seb has gone silent suddenly, Agni comes up with an over-the-top and very much not Bard kind of romantic gesture to win Seb back. It makes Seb laugh so much it gives Bard the opportunity to talk with him and get the misunderstanding fixed. He then invites Seb to meet Agni. To Agni’s shock, Seb seems to know how to sign too, and they end up hitting it off.

There would definitely be angst and whump in this. Claude still sees Seb as “his,” and I’m sure that will cause issues, and ofc the “love triangle” element. But there’s a lot of room for “fated love” elements. Like Seb always buying the same brand of cigarettes (either he doesn’t smoke at all or those aren’t the kind he prefers) bc they comfort him and he doesn’t know why. Later, he finds out that Bard smokes that brand. 🥺

Anyway, I’ve been thinking about this AU for a couple weeks months now, and unlike some of my other AU ideas, I would LOVE to bring this one to life. The show is so well written and I love how it wove the diff timelines and love stories together so perfectly. It’s been awhile since I wrote a romance story and I think this would be a great one.

Thank you again to @apocalypticromantic666 for allowing me to gush about this story idea/series 🥺

#黒執事 #black butler #sebastian michaelis #agni #bardroy #sebard #bardagni #sebardagni #kuro au inspo #kuro au ideas #first love hatsukoi #bard #(I won’t be writing this any time soon though)#synch is my main priority rn bc it’s my life raft #and I wanna get back to WDH too #but maybe if the end of this year is kinder health wise….#though I’d probably finish promise au first before starting yet another au…

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back-and-totheleft · 1 year ago

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Ten quotes

Filmmaker Oliver Stone visited the Alamo Drafthouse in Littleton on Sunday to introduce perhaps his best- and least-known films: Natural Born Killers (1994) and the largely forgotten U-Turn (1997), the latter starring Sean Penn, Jennifer Lopez, Nick Nolte, Jon Voight, Powers Boothe, Julie Hagerty (!), Claire Danes and Joaquin Phoenix. Based on a book and screenplay by John Ridley (Twelve Years a Slave), it’s about a man who is heading to Las Vegas to pay off a gambling debt until forced to stop at the broken-down desert town of Superior, Ariz.

Here are our 10 favorite things that came out of Stone’s mouth after the U-Turn screening, ranging from his thoughts on Will Ferrell as the epitome of all evil; to the shouting from Jennifer Lopez’s motel room while filming U-Turn; to the influence of the animated cat-and-mouse Tom and Jerry on his score; to the letter of recommendation he wrote for Claire Danes; to working with an insecure young actor named Donald Trump on Wall Street (“He doesn’t entertain failure”); to how our modern world has been driven to the brink of madness:

On Sean Penn: "Poor Sean. He put up with a lot. He was a replacement for Bill Paxton, who dropped out at the last second because he was freaked out by the role. Strange fellow. But Sean stepped in, and he helped us make the film – because it was really close to falling apart."

On Jennifer Lopez: "She was married at the time to a young Cuban, and the walls of that Arizona motel … man, talk about Latin temperament. There was a lot of banging and screaming. People would say, ‘I need sleep, so I can’t stay in the room next to Jennifer Lopez.’ Meanwhile, Sean Penn has got his eye on her, too, so there was this whole crazy jealousy thing going on. But Jennifer came to see me years later, after she had become J.Lo. She was another person completely now. It was after her third marriage or something. She said to me, ‘I want to go back. I want to make that kind of movie again. I just want to get real like that.’ Because she had been doing all that glittery stuff."

On whistle-blower Edward Snowden, the subject of his upcoming film, Snowden: "I am really not at liberty to say too much. Put it this way: He’s smart, he’s articulate, he cares very much, and it doesn’t matter that he’s in Russia. He could be anywhere in the world. He’s still connected by the Internet. This is a man who spends possibly 70 percent of his time on a computer. He keeps his contacts up. He participates in forums and discussions and lectures. And he is working very seriously on a constitution for the Internet, which we really need. Many, many people admire him. I find him in good spirits. I didn’t see any sign of depression. He has broadened his sense of humor. I showed him the film a couple of weeks ago (Snowden), and he responded very well."

On the current presidential race: "I am scared. But I don’t think the Republicans are the issue. Everyone wants to be stronger and stronger in terms of dealing with the world, but that’s not the right way to go about it. I believe in an international balance of power. I am concerned that Hillary Clinton is embraced by the neo-conservatives, or the liberal interventionists as I call them, because her policies, and Obama’s policies, and Bush’s policies have driven us to the edge of madness. We have created a mess in the Middle East with four interventions. Also Afghanistan and Libya. We are not effective as a military force abroad. We don’t need 800 military bases. We have to change our way of thinking. Sanders gets it, to some degree. And Trump, in his own way, actually gets it, too. He’s the only Republican who has come out and said outright: ‘Hey, that Iraq war was a stupid (bleeping) thing to do.’ And all these Republicans are shocked. The establishment is shocked. ‘How can you say that Mr. Bush screwed up?’ I mean, come on. It’s about time we wake up in this country. Let’s get real."

Working with Donald Trump in Wall Street: "He’s a smart dude. He’s funny. And yet, he’s an egomaniac and a narcissist, as you can see. I’ll never forget this: He jumped up after Take 1 of his scene with Michael Douglas and said, ‘How was I? I was great, wasn’t I?’ I said, ‘Donald, it was good, but I think you can do better.’ I got him to do nine or 10 takes, and he would jump up after every one and say the same thing. ‘How was I?’ He doesn’t entertain failure."

On U-Turn actors Joaquin Phoenix and Claire Danes: "They really did a turn in this film. This was before they became really famous. They were both such fun. It was a delight. Sean Penn’s character says, “Is everybody in this town on drugs?” And that’s the overall feeling of the movie. You have to be free and you can’t care. Claire was not hot at that point. She had done Romeo and Juliet with Leonardo DiCaprio, and he took off from that movie. She … less so. So by the time U-Turn came along, she was happy to grab it. She was going back to Yale at that point, and she wanted me to write her a letter of recommendation. I had flunked out of Yale, but I wrote it anyway. She always thanked me for that. She is a wonderful actress."

On who he looks up to: "It would be easier for you to give me a list with everyone on it and I could tell you who to take off. Most of the people would stay on it. Stanley Kubrick was a big deal for me when I was young. So was Federico Fellini. So was Jean-Luc Godard and Luis Buñuel. In my generation: Francis Ford Coppola, of course. Martin Scorsese. William Friedkin. In this generation: Alejandro Iñárritu has done a tremendous job. Birdman is an interesting philosophical story. So is The Revenant. He’s got talent. A lot of other people do, too. I think this Adam McKay, who did The Big Short, is very smart. He’s very good with dialogue, too."

On the Foley cartoon sounds in U-Turn: "The music was by Ennio Morricone, and he has a beautiful history. He not only some wrote Sergio Leone classics but also 1900, which I think is one of the most beautiful scores ever written. He’s written for so many people. I wanted him to do two things for me: One was this love theme, which I thought was tremendous. But the rest of it – he didn’t do it right. And he is not the easiest guy to get along with, if you talk to most people. He knew the game: His contract said he would never come back to the United States. So there would be no rewrites. When he delivered the score, the love theme was there. But the rest was not what I wanted. So I had to bring him back, and he was really (bleeped) off. That was a rough three days. I was trying to make him understand what I wanted, because I can’t put it into musical terms. I can only express it. I wanted the music he had done for Leone, only modernized with those reverbs and those exaggerated sounds. I call it kind of a cartoon sound. That booinnnng sound. He just didn’t seem to get it. I was desperate, so I showed him a cartoon of Tom and Jerry. I said, ‘That’s sort of what I want.’ He was so upset. He said: “You want me to write cartoon music? You brought me back to America for this?” He gave me what I wanted on a second pass, thank God. He’s still a (bleep) but … I am glad to see he got an Oscar. Not for his best music (The Hateful Eight). Probably his worst score, in fact. But he I am glad to see he got an Oscar."

On Oliver Stone’s movie recommendations: "You might boo me for this, but I was laughing my head off when I saw Zoolander 2. The critics all turned on it, They said it was dreck. But it’s very witty. Very well-written. And Will Ferrell has never been better as the incarnation of all evil. I say this seriously: You see evil in my movies, but when you see this movie, you will see evil. The way evil has become in the modern world."

Advice to a first-time filmmaker: "Get a good night’s sleep. That’s very important. Stay healthy. Eat well. It’s exhausting. I find directing is like being the host of a giant party. You are trying to put through your vision of a film, if you have one, and you are going to find there are a lot of impediments to that. It takes inner grit."

-Oliver Stone in Denver: Ten awesome quotes, Denver Center for the Performing Arts, March 7 2026

#oliver stone #denver #matt zoller seitz #u turn #jennifer lopez #sean penn #bill paxton

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aeon2407 · 2 years ago

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Pyro's Pyrotechnic Love Life - Chapter 1

For @contentment-of-cats. Also on AO3.

IMPERIAL MILITARY INTERNAL COMMUNICATIONS NETWORK

From: MAJ Tagge, Artur K.

[[email protected]]

To: SRLT Pyrondi, Ilyana K.

[[email protected]]

Classification: Personal Unclassified

[AUTOMATICALLY TRANSCRIBED FROM AUDIO TRANSMISSION]

SUBJECT: Heads Up

Hey Yana,

I know you’re probably on leave by now, but that’s exactly why [sizzle] [flora rustle] I’m sending this before we go dark on comms, just on the off chance I manage to reach you in time. So, according to STORCOM, we’re being transferred to the Seventh to supplement your ground forces. I only just got the orders, and apparently we should be moving on the second Primeday next year, thirty-two hours of hyperspace after that to reach Lothal, so I’ll be shipboard in two weeks.

Vader was not pleased, to say the least. Tried to threaten me into staying with the 501st, but luckily Veers intervened before I could say or do something really stupid and throw my life away. Personally, I can’t wait to get off this ship. The Executor is a fast track to promotion, but still, you know?

I’m sending this because I wanted to give you fair notice before we pack up over here. Looking forward to catching up the past year and a few over some caf whenever you’re up for it.

By the way, I know it’s two days early, but have a prosperous New Year Fete, Pyro. Say hi to Faro for m- Oh [expletive], gotta go. Miro, blow it! Revy, get up there. [explosion] Don’t let them pass! Oh [expletive] [blaster fire] [expletive] [expletive] [expletive] [expletive] [expletive]

[TRANSMISSION END]

Signed,

MAJOR Artur Kyric Tagge, 1st Battalion, 75th SCAR Regiment, Stormtrooper Corps, Imperial Army

Confidentiality Note: This message is intended only for the individual or entity to whom it is addressed and may contain information that is privileged, confidential, or otherwise protected from disclosure. Dissemination, distribution, or copying of this message or the information herein by anyone other than the intended recipient is prohibited under Article 22, Section 337 of the Imperial Legal Code and punishable by prosecution. If you have received this message in error, please notify the Imperial Security Bureau immediately and destroy the original message and all copies.

Status: Seen

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From: SRLT Pyrondi, Ilyana K.

[[email protected]]

To: MAJ Tagge, Artur K.

[[email protected]]

Classification: Personal Unclassified

SUBJECT: Better not be dead you [expletive]

You’re not just gonna leave me hanging like that you [expletive], especially not after that last message. Are you ok? Alive? I’m getting kind of worried here, so you better respond or I’ll be using you as live ammo when you get here.

Prosperous New Year Fete to you too, Artur. Faro said hi.

Signed,

SENIOR LIEUTENANT Ilyana Kaiti Pyrondi, Imperial Star Destroyer CHIMAERA, 7th Fleet, Imperial Navy

Status: Received

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From: SRLT Pyrondi, Ilyana K.

[[email protected]]

To: MAJ Tagge, Artur K.

[[email protected]]

Classification: Personal Unclassified

SUBJECT: Please don’t be dead

It’s been a week. Please respond. I’m pretty sure you haven’t died because if you were then it’ll be all over the HoloNet by now. So, either you’re tanked or you can’t access your account for whatever reason.

I hope you can get back to me before the transfer. I miss you.

Signed,

SENIOR LIEUTENANT Ilyana Kaiti Pyrondi, Imperial Star Destroyer CHIMAERA, 7th Fleet, Imperial Navy

Status: Received

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Command Bridge, ISD Chimaera, Seventh Fleet

“Do you know why they’re coming to us specifically, sir?” Yissa Hammerly asked as she followed Commodore Faro onto the bridge. She didn’t answer right away, didn’t even turn to acknowledge the question, as they both came to a stop beside the command chair, just behind the crew pit.

“Sir, you have a transmission from Grand Moff Tarkin. I’ve taken the liberty of transferring him to the holocomm in your office and asking him to hold while I inform you and oversee temporary transfer of command”, she informed Thrawn, unable to fully suppress a smirk at forcing Tarkin of all people to basically shut up and wait. Thrawn turned to make eye contact with his XO, red eyes glowing with amusement as he stood.

“Thank you, Commodore. I would very much appreciate it if you would listen in and contribute”, he said, maintaining eye contact all the while as Faro’s ears turned a shade at the attention. The corner of his mouth quirked up ever-so-slightly as she gave him a sharp nod.

“The bridge is yours, Commander Hammerly”

“Yes, sir”, Hammerly acknowledged, resisting the urge to role her eyes at the two ranking officers. Those two might as well have been bending each other over the armrests for how obvious they were. She knew, the entire bridge crew knew, so did Pellaeon and Yve. Fraternization policies within the Seventh were much looser than what the ICMJ dictated, both Thrawn and Faro being of the opinion that all crewmembers were mature, consenting adults and could therefore do whatever the kriff they want with each other as long as it doesn’t interfere with their duties or affect morale, but no one expected the CO and XO of the entire fleet to bunk each other so soon. Still, Yissa had to admit, those two make for a cute couple.

Faro stayed behind just long enough to whisper into her ear. “I don’t know why they’re coming to us, but the system flagged a personal message from their CO to Pyrondi three weeks ago. You should ask her.”

Hammerly nodded mutely and carefully placed herself in front of the chair as Faro followed her commander out of the bridge, shooting a glance to her right at Pyro, her precious Pyro, who, to be fair, had been a little spasmodic and distracted lately. Well, more than usual, that is, which was a feat she didn’t think even Thrawn could’ve accomplished.

It was when she saw Yana lose focus on station with her eyes welded to Personal Datapad #3, the one hidden beneath her console, that Hammerly’s curiosity won out.

“Lieutenant Pyrondi, a word.” Hammerly was careful to keep any and all hints of intent out of her voice as Pyro jumped slightly, almost flooding the console with a horrifying amount of caf, before turning her way. “The bridge is yours, Commander Woldar”

“Understood, Commander Hammerly”, the third officer acknowledged, giving her a questioning look. ‘Not now’, she answered with her eyes as Yana followed her outside.

Once she’d made sure that they were alone, Yissa slipped them into a closet and faced her lover immediately.

“You’ve been off lately. What’s going on, Yana?” she asked, face soft, tone firm, letting Yana know that she wasn’t in any trouble but also that there was no point trying to deflect. They wouldn’t lie to each other, ever, but deflection, or partial truthfulness, was a common tactic from Pyro whenever she tried to get out of being chastised.

Of course, Pyro being Pyro, she tried anyway.

“Going on with what, Yiss? I’m just a little tired lately. A bit homesick. Missing my ma’s Fete dinner got me in a mood. I mean, you know how good her cooking is, an-”

Cock her head, raise her right eyebrow, hand on hip. Yana broke.

“Fine, fine. It’s about the transfer, alright?”

“What about it?” Yissa pressed, voice turning inquisitive as she leaned down to look her lover in the eyes, right hand moving from her hip to cup Yana’s cheek. “We’ve had transfers before. Hell, I was a transfer from the Thunder Wasp. What’s so special about this one?”

Yana took a deep breath, almost like bracing herself for impact, and stared at her feet. “Their CO is Artur Tagge”

Before “I know, so what?” could leave her mouth, Yana followed up. “We’ve been good friends for a long while now, and you have nothing to worry about, but… He’s my ex. And sometimes it’s hard to forget that.”

Hammerly stopped short. Whatever she’d been expecting, it wasn’t that. But the shock quickly fell to the wayside as she saw Yana’s face. She seemed… heartbroken, but in a different way than expected. A familiar way.

“He hasn’t been responding to my messages, and in the last one he sent he was attacked. I can’t get in touch with him, STORCOM won’t tell me shit, and even General Tagge doesn’t know anything about it. I’m worried, Yiss.”

Yissa, knowing exactly when to use words, silently wrapped her arms around Yana and held her tight. The twinge of jealousy in her chest can be dealt with later.

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From: MAJ Tagge, Artur K.

[[email protected]]

To: SRLT Pyrondi, Ilyana K.

[[email protected]]

Classification: Personal Unclassified

SUBJECT: Sorry

I’m okay. Sorry I couldn’t get back to you sooner. There was a spy on the ship, that’s how they ambushed us. ISB detained the entire battalion for a week, and they didn’t allow us datapad access. Yularen himself got involved in this one, which really expedited the whole thing, and the rat is enjoying a nice vacuum sleep now.

You might’ve heard that we’re on our way now. I picked up something for you as a more personal apology.

Again, so sorry I made you worry, Pyro.

Signed,

MAJOR Artur Kyric Tagge, 1st Battalion, 75th SCAR Regiment, Stormtrooper Corps, Imperial Army

Status: Seen

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Primary Docking Bay, ISD Chimaera, Seventh Fleet

0900 Hours – Galactic Standard

Thrawn stood in front of the docking bay, Hammerly to his right and his Deathtrooper guards behind them. Faro had the bridge.

The muscles in Hammerly’s throat and arms are tight, her facial heat slightly above baseline human range. Her expression has shifted slightly from its usual resting state, indicating agitation or protectiveness.

The Revenant, a Katarn-Class shuttle along with a small Lambda, the Disciple, came out of hyperspace and made their way toward the Chimaera, nine TIE/ag escorts surrounding it in a staggered defensive formation, led by a TIE Phantom fighter. Thrawn noted with some satisfaction that the Army, or at least the 1st Battalion, has seen fit to install hyperdrives onto their TIE fighters, if not shields. But to his understanding, that was more likely to do with Major Tagge’s willingness to upgrade equipment at his personal expense than strategical clarity from High Command.

His superior ears picked up the hum of quad turbolasers powering up and holding their charge a little too long before reverting to standby. The Chiss crinkled his eyebrows slightly in concern. Pyrondi had defensive protocol timing memorized and always executed them perfectly. That prolonged targeting period was extremely irregular, and therefore quite concerning. Perhaps the shuttle failed to transmit proper clearance codes in time and she got apprehensive, but it was worth investigating, nonetheless, especially if her health was involved. He wasn’t so demanding an Admiral as to deny his officers time off to recover if they ever need it.

As the Revenant made its final approach, Thrawn’s wrist comm informed him that three Sentinel-Class shuttles along with their TIE/IN escort compliments, composed of ten fighters each, have docked at the Harbinger, and six more Sentinels with TIE/ad escorts are being processed aboard the Dark Omen and the Inexorable. According to IHC operation files, the 1st Battalion had a total personnel count of 650, composed of 30 officers, 500 combat enlisted, and 120 additional personnel in various ancillary elements. In Tarkin’s words, they were here as a ‘test of merit and leadership proficiency.’ Whether that test applied to Thrawn or Major Tagge was left unclear, but he will assume that it was both until more information becomes available.

The Revenant’s troops marched out in a loose wedge formation, utilizing the wider aft ramp instead of the side door. Their rifles are all at the ready instead of carried or slung. The majority were armed with either TL-50 or DC-15 blasters and a WESTAR-35 pistol holstered at the hip or upper thigh along with at least one vibroblade strapped to the armor.

The pistol and vibroblade seemed to be part of the standard loadout, as every trooper he could see had them, but a fair number had E-11s snipers or Z-6 cannons as their primary. Their armor was, according to the files, made out of a duraplast-titanium alloy, colloquially known as titanplast, instead of the standard plastoid, coated with anti-thermal and antiglare, and was being considered for standardization across the entire Corps by recommendations from both Major and General Tagge and with heavy encouragement from its manufacturer TaggeCo. A metal tab, just under the rank plaque for officers and encoded into the pauldron for enlisted, marked every single one of them as being SCAR-qualified and therefore part of the elite Imperial Special Forces, a membership also denoted by the black coat of paint on their armor.

Their body stances indicate widespread exhaustion and minor injuries, and there are blaster marks on a majority of their armor, indicating that the battalion has recently seen combat.

There was one glaring thing though.

“Sir, isn’t Major Tagge supposed to be on that exact shuttle?” Hammerly voiced his question out loud. Thrawn gave her a sharp nod of confirmation before they walk toward the highest-ranking trooper in his sight, a brunette Captain who was coordinating cargo offload with her helmet tucked primly under an arm. She eyed him as they approached. Her expression is tense. Her eyes indicate a level of caution and distrust commonly found in tightly bonded groups when approached by an outsider.

“What’s your name, Captain?” Hammerly asked, a touch more authoritative than what he’d expected. The Captain reacts to the tone of voice as a provocation. Her cheeks flare with extra heat, the muscles in her torso and shoulders are tight and body stance indicate heavy desires to physically attack Hammerly.

“Revy Maklar, sir”, she outright sneered at Yissa, who reeled back at the disrespect. If it had been naval personnel, Thrawn would’ve given them a non-judicial punishment for insubordination and disrespecting a superior officer. But Maklar, whose name he recognized as the battalion’s XO, held a commission from the Army, not the Navy, and therefore does not answer to Hammerly, even though she was the fleet’s 3IC. As per regulation, the only naval officers who can command the Army component of a fleet or task force are the CO and XO, first and second in the chain of command respectively, and the captain of whichever ship that component was on.

“I apologize for my second officer’s hostility, Captain Maklar. Do you know where Major Tagge is? We were expecting him in this shuttle”, he intervened before the situation could escalate. Pyrondi might be the more explosive of the duo, but Hammerly’s temper was infamously short and she already had two non-judicial punishments for assault along with a court martial for sending three superior officers into bacta tanks. Thankfully Thrawn had been able to stop the Admiralty from demoting her back to Captain. The three unsurprisingly well-connected officers became the priority targets of Colonel Yularen and swiftly arrested and dishonorably discharged for harassment and attempted sexual assault. The court martial on her record has stalled her progress towards flag rank, though. Another one would likely stop her incredibly promising career dead in its tracks.

Maklar adjusts her posture and tone instinctively, showing respect for commanding officers. “Major Tagge should be in the secondary bay, sir. He came on the Disciple.”

With a grateful nod and a quick word of thanks, Thrawn dismissed the officer back to her work, turned on his heels and gave Yissa a blank stare, just long enough for her to notice, before making his way to the connector between the two shuttle bays.

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“Officers on deck!”

Every pilot and engineer in sight snapped to attention. Both aforementioned officers noticed the Major immediately. Armed and dressed similarly to his troopers aside from the black pauldron with red lining prominent on his shoulder, denoting him as both an officer and a member of Special Forces Command, one notable difference in the man’s setup was the gauntlet on his right arm, an armored power cord running between the bodysuit and titanium plates, tight against the outer contours of his arm and ending at his jetpack. Another was the vibrosword prominently strapped to his hip.

He was standing next to two stasis tanks, Xoxtin nearby, lips quivering and barely holding back tears, comlink forgotten at her feet. Hammerly raised an eyebrow at the sight. There’s one hell of a story there, she was sure. Whatever, or more likely whoever, could reduce the obnoxiously proud and insubordinate Aliana Xoxtin to tears rightfully earns Yissa’s apprehension, if not respect.

Then again, if anyone could ignore Xoxtin’s familial connections and terrify her at the same time, it would be a Tagge, especially Cassio Tagge’s children. She’d heard stories of the Tagge twins, Aylin and Domini, from Pellaeon, stories of how no one on the Harbinger, not even the group of officers who let their little head do most of the thinking, dares to touch the pair of ensigns with anything even resembling ill-intent after the last person to do so, some idiotic second lieutenant trying to blackmail the girls into his bunk, actually got his commission stripped, kicked down to enlisted, and shipped off to Bracca as low in the ranks as you can go to serve out the rest of his naval commitment.

With that thought, she turned her gaze to the living legend and regard him, this time as Yana’s partner instead of Commander Hammerly, as he talked with Thrawn. Clean-shaven oval jawline, sharp brown eyes, and dusty brown hair trimmed into a guard six created the image of a proper soldier. Slightly tanner skin tone, the kind that you can’t get from any sun in the galaxy, puts his mixed heritage on display. The scar running down his jaw and the muscular build evident even under his armor marked him as a seasoned combatant and a war veteran.

Despite standing in front of a superior officer, a Grand Admiral no less, he held himself with the dignified posture expected of Core nobility, proud and tall. And by the Celestials he was tall, head reaching the tip of Thrawn’s pointed ears and able to maintain eye contact with the Chiss simply by tilting his chin up slightly.

Truly, his appearance lived up to the stories and commendations. The Heir of Tagge. The Pride of Tepasi. His Lordship of the Beskar Nerve and the Durasteel Spine. The young lieutenant who took control and led a decimated platoon during the San Diego Offensive to a stalemate long enough for reinforcements to arrive, earning himself a Distinguished Medal of Imperial Honor and a brevet straight to Major in the process, confirmed in rank the month after. He should be a Lieutenant Colonel in two to three years, especially with concurrent victories during the Terran War and an extra four years in the 501st already on record. Way too young, in her opinion.

Hammerly scanned his eyes. None of the disdain or smugness that she’d expect, only a fair amount of reserved respect directed at Thrawn. He shot her an inquisitive glance, trailing his eyes downward before snapping them front once more. Hammerly felt herself seethe.

Was he kriffing serious!? Copping a look at her chest in front of a flag officer and his own troops? No, calm down. He was probably checking her plaque, nothing more. Get yourself together, Hammerly. Stop assuming the worst. You’re secure in your relationship, damnit. Act like it.

“Commander?”

Yissa snapped her eyes towards Thrawn, embarrassed at being caught losing focus. “Sir?”

To anyone else, Thrawn looked at her the same way he looked at anyone else. Blank, critical, analytical. But to Hammerly, who had been at his side ever since he was XO under Commander Cheno on the Thunder Wasp and she was still just a wee little lieutenant, the concern and disappointment in his eyes were clear. The concern warmed her heart, but that disappointment hit her like an ISD’s orbital bombardment.

“Escort Major Tagge to his quarters and answer any questions he may have. Ensure that he is settled in without issue, then report to my office.”

“Yes, sir”, Hammerly responded, keeping her eyes firmly forward. She didn’t want to see how disappointed he was in her any more than necessary.

“Very well. Lieutenant Xoxtin, for future reference, you are expected to prioritize a crewmate’s safety and wellbeing above protocol, understood?”

It was a testament to how broken Xoxtin was that she didn’t even afford him the subtly derisive reply, only a meek nod in response. Hammerly felt a crease form between her brows. What the hell did Tagge do to her?

“Good, lead Sergeants Golovan and Emiri to the medbay then return to your post immediately.”

Without waiting for a reply, he dismissed them all and turned back the way he came, undoubtedly making his way back to the bridge. Hammerly turned towards the portside corridor, gesturing wordlessly for Tagge to follow.

“Commander?”

Yissa took a deep breath to calm herself, not wanting to make too bad of a first impression, before turning back around. “Yes, Major?”

“I was told to report to the Army Operations room as soon as my battalion has settled in. Can you direct me on how to get there from my quarters or should I ask a crewman later?”

She raised an eyebrow, surprised. “You’ve been on a Star Destroyer before.”

“Lord Vader made modifications to the Executor’s layout. I’m not exactly sure where the bunks would usually be.”

“Ask for Chief Petty Officer Laminar, she’s good with directions.” She was also generously proportioned, even more so than Hammerly herself, and an amazing flirt, but he didn’t need to know that did he?

“Thank you, Commander. Much appreciated”, he said, giving her a smile that she couldn’t help but be skeptical of. There was something about him she couldn’t stand. It was probably just her blueblood Corulagi upbringing telling her not to trust a Tagge under any circumstances, even if Cassio was technically her distant, very distant, uncle. But then again, Yissa was related to Tarkin in pretty much the same way, and she doesn’t trust him either. Same with Romodi and Kuat.

Yissa refuses to acknowledge her relations to Motti as they made their way to the officer’s country. This was shaping up to be an interesting deployment.

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mistydeyes · 2 years ago

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hiiii can i get a codmw2 pairing please? :)

Appearence:

I'm 5'2", pretty strong, and a bit chubby. I have like shoulder-armpit length hair that i usually curl the ends of. the ends of hair are actually reddish pink because i'm growing out my bleached hair and back to my natural dark dark dark brown. i'm asian and i have a cat face aesthetic (its a korean thing i think) and i love wearing make up, but really like neutral and natural makeup.

Personality & Likes and Dislikes:

i'm actually quite adventurous and love to do new things like paragliding, jet skiing, canoeing, and a bunch of other stuff. i'm pretty nonchalant and i love laughing and having fun with people, but if something upsets me, i won't hesitate to be assertive and confront the person. people have told me i'm painfully honest, but i don't really care because i like when people are honest with me even if it hurts. i hate when people are harsh on others for no reason and always think they're better than others. i love cooking, baking, and spending time out and about rather than staying at home, but i will stay home if i'm lazy :))

Future:

I just signed my papers for the us air force and i'm planning on shipping out next year because i'm working right now as a sterile processing tech to get some money for my family and to just chill out too. when i join, i'll go to tech school to be an aerospace medic and probably just continue with the medical path because i've been doing it since high school

What I look for in a Partner:

I want someone who can care for me and keep up with me and my spontaneous personality. I want someone who's outgoing but also able to watch over me and not be as reckless. like someone who would take me out to a karaoke bar and be my singing buddy but also give me a piggy back ride because my feet hurt from my heels yk? someone responsible but also fun

sorry if this was a little long :( tysm izzie!!

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick

How you met: Military Kyle had the experience of a lifetime as he was invited to the US Air Force Academy in Colorado to provide some insight on successfully parachuting out of planes. He excitedly demonstrated the techniques on the ground to the cadets and led the exercise through the air. Once he was done, one of the Staff Sergeants invited him to take a ride on the F-15E Strike Eagle and experience Mach 2.5+. Of course, Kyle said yes but as the plane rose in altitude and the pilot continued accelerating, he knew he was doomed as he lost consciousness. When Kyle woke up, still strapped in the plane but grounded, he immediately threw up on the person who was trying to unbuckle his harness. Unfortunately, you had the honor of being covered in vomit as you were trying to wake him up. His eyes grew like saucers when he saw your gorgeous face twist in disgust. "I am so sorry," he said as you tried to shake off the chunks from your uniform. "It's alright, Sergeant Garrick, let's get you to the medical wing," you politely said as the recruits and even their commanding officers laughed wildly at the sick British officer. As you slung an arm around his waist and helped him down, he continued to apologize. "Please call me Kyle, it's the least you can do after all this," he said and you hoped he would make it to the wing without throwing up again.

A peek into your relationship: After his fiasco, Kyle was invited back every year to embarrass himself and to tell the new hot shot recruits of the horrors that he experienced in the F-15E Strike Eagle. You were ecstatic whenever he texted you about his arrival as that meant you could spend the evenings with him, your boyfriend. "...then we strapped him onto the plane and he passed out upon take off," Kyle joked as you entered the karaoke bar. "I wouldn't laugh at him Garrick or should I remind you of the smell of vomit that you coated me with," you teased and the tips of his ears turned red. "I did make an impression on you," he sheepishly said as you made your way to the booth. You kissed his cheek as you went through the different song selections. Finally, you landed on the perfect one. "Sing with me," you said as you threw the microphone at him. He sipped his beer and joined you as the beginning notes of Don't Stop Believing by Journey began to play. "JUST A SMALL TOWN GIRL, LIVIN' IN A LONELY WORLD" he belted and you struggled with the next verse as you were laughing too hard. As the song continued, you both did your best to belt out the verses and also keep from dying of laughter. By the end of it, your voices were hoarse but you continued with all the hit classics as your boyfriend spun you around and shamelessly serenading you.

#izziespairings #madebyizzie #cod mwii #mw2 imagine #task force 141 #kyle gaz garrick #gaz x reader #mw2

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felixcloud6288 · 1 year ago

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Fullmetal Alchemist Chapter 38

Lin told Al and Winry stuff. I'm glad Lin took off his shoes before placing his feet on the bed.

This is the first time Winry was around when something happened. The danger Ed and Al are putting themselves in is suddenly less abstract. It's been three days since she found out Hughes was dead.

Lust is certain in Gluttony and Envy's skill. Cut to Envy and Gluttony getting beat. With the Gluttony fight, it was fun to pay attention to Private First Class Black Hayate. Not only did he bite Gluttony's shoulder, he also spooked him by jumping and yapping. Then he jumped out of the way when Hawkeye and Fuery opened fire on Gluttony. And then there's his reactions to everything after.

Lan Fan and Lin can both detect the Homunculi. This is the first time we get explicit confirmation they have a Philosopher's Stone in them so now I can say that's what they're detecting. So when the Xing characters start talking about weird sensations about Amestris, a vigilant reader might start connecting some dots.

No matter what he looks like, Lin will always be my babygirl.

Roy was surprised Alphonse showed up so that means Lin bringing him along was not part of the Super Heist. But Al is welcome to join.

When we get these little moments of information exchange, I like to try tracing things back to how did they get the info. For a moment, I wandered how Al knew Envy's name. Al had seen him before when Envy brought Ed's unconscious body from Lab 5, but it took me a moment to remember Ed heard his name and shared it with Al, Armstrong, and Hughes later. So that's how Al got the info. Nobody connected any dots from Envy's transforming powers to Hughes's death though. No one in the car knows Maria Ross was witnessed killing him.

A nice little miscellaneous thing during the car ride and info-sharing scene is we see Hawkeye and Havoc reloading their guns.

Is that a "Cat Crossing" street sign?

Barry's pursuit leads closer to the middle of Central so that means Lab 3 is in the inner city.

Roy uses Barry's rampage as the perfect excuse to head into Lab 3 without needing a warrant or anything. Roy brings up an incident at the penitentiary earlier that day and refers to Barry as the murderer. I wanted to make sure this wasn't some translation error and Roy wasn't referring to the guy who broke Maria Ross out, and I think this is a separate incident because Barry didn't kill anyone there so the perpetrator being a murderer is not applicable. (I mean, yes, Barry is a murderer, but the details of the breakout wouldn't imply that.)

Alphonse seems nervous playing along with Roy's ruse. He's not military personnel.

From this shot when the team splits up, we can tell the hallway is slightly curved.

This is a seemingly irrelevant detail but I'm going to build on this in the next few chapters so keep this in the back of your mind. The room Roy and Havoc find in the long hallway appears to have been to their right.

I hope Mustang and Havoc got treated for potential infections after all this was over because there's no way that water was sanitary.

That move Roy used to break the water down into hydrogen and oxygen, that could just be some Alchemy stuff or he could have been applying a real world technique called electrolysis.

Electrolysis involves channeling a direct current through substance to trigger a chemical reaction that otherwise wouldn't happen. For water, electrolysis requires the current to travel through an electric conductor in the water. Oxygen gathers in the positive side of the conductor while hydrogen gathers in the negative side. If that was what Roy did, then he was likely able to achieve it using something in the room as a conductor and himself as the battery.

He probably wouldn't be able to use it to dry his gloves though since the conductor can't be touching other materials, otherwise the current would flow into them instead.

I wonder if this is an error caused by the translation process. There's a blank pixel on one panel.

Roy does that eye thing a few times but he does it in bursts. His eyes are obscured when he shoots Lust in response to her taunt about Hughes. He does it when she shows her Philosopher's Stone (That was probably shock). He does it when Havoc gets stabbed (shock again). He does it when he grabs Havoc's gun, but not when he shoots Lust. And he does it when he rips her stone out of her body and they go back to normal as soon as he rips it out.

The part where he was shooting Lust to demand information was personal business. The part where he blew her up was professional. And his reaction to Havoc getting hurt made it personal again but he calmed down to make sure he could shoot Lust.

Unlike Greed, Lust is able to use her powers and regenerate at the same time. It might be possible she, and by extension all the homunculi, can wait to regenerate because she was able to lie in wait to ambush Roy and Havoc after being blown up.

And when Lust's stone is ripped out, her body disintegrates only to build a new one around the stone. So the stones are their actual "bodies" and their physical bodies are just vessels for them. Lust commented on what Roy did just before destroying her old body so her memories are stored in the stone.

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Spoiler Discussion

Lin most likely told Al about the heist to smuggle Maria Ross out of the country and that Ed was taken away so he could safely give Roy information.

When Ed and company infiltrate the Lab 3 hallway late in the series, Hohenheim takes the same route Roy and Havoc took and got to Father's lair with no trouble. Presumably, this means the door Lust was guarding leads straight to him.

#fullmetal alchemist #fullmetal alchemist reread

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bowlerhatwearer · 1 year ago

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Silent Judgement in Evergreen Forest

TW: Murder, TW: Blood, TW: Death, TW: Violence; TW: Alcohol ; TW: Guns

Characters: Ian Snapshot, Unknown Lieutenant General, Unknown Assistant, Several Army officials.

Originally written: 12th September 2022

„Evergreen Forest so deep and dark you will never be seen

Evergreen Forest were they all go, never hear their screams“

Or something like that, he honestly could not remember, how that poem was going, or was it a lullaby?

It no longer mattered.

What however did, was he was stuck here, in this bunker, in the forest that was mentioned in the lines he thought about, he was in here, with twenty-two other people.

All of them war veterans, military personnel with different rank and name, members or the brass, Corporals, Sergeants, Lieutenants, Majors, Colonels etc. etc.

With him, sitting here, with them in the dining room of this block of concrete, eating their meal, except for him and he hated every moment of it.

Of course he knew them all, personally and by name, but that did not mean he had to like them.

Drinking and eating, socialising as if there were no problems, boasting about accomplishments none of those around him ever did or talking about medals they didn’t deserve to wear.

He was not participating in this gourmet orgy as his “colleagues” did as they had done in the last few days, all of them having lower ranks than his.

Scratching his wounded ear, the general let out a snort, wondering for exactly how long things would continue to go like this.

The reasons all of them were here was simple, the government had gotten information that all of their lives were in danger, someone was out there to get them, he did not know why exactly, but given all the blood they had on their hands, he had lost sight of the enemies they had made over the many years he had served in the army.

At this point, he honestly didn’t care, he had figured out something, the others did not, and if they were too dense to notice the signs, than that was one them.

While he was fighting at the front with his soldiers, the rest in this room sat with their lazy behinds in their tents, smoking and drinking as they barked orders to their subordinates who died in the heat of battle, while they waited safe and secure behind the lines, and hoping they would get another pad on the back by the state with words of praise and honour.

Oh he loathed all of them, he was not a person who exaggerated, however in this case he could say without any doubt, that he, in this room, was the only one, who earned his rank truthfully, and his body was proof for that. He was the only one he cared about.

Well, except maybe for his assistant who for minutes now had tried to peel an orange for him, as he had ordered, yet, their progress was, sobering.

Rolling his eyes he let out a sigh, he was getting too old for all of this nonsense.

„Just, just give it to me already.“

He could feel how the anxious cheetah flinched for a moment, before handing the fruit to him, instead of using a knife, he held the fruit in his hand, as he used his very own teeth to cut into the skin of the orange, before pressing it against his chest, peeling the orange in hand.

„S-Sorry General Sir.“

„Eh, it could be worse.“

For example, being in this place any minute longer, he was wondering when the moment came he would start to suffer from lockdown fatigue.

Looking up he observed the cheetah again, his personal aide-de-camp

Was the army nowadays so desperate that they were taking anyone now?

He knew, that his assistant had the heart on the right place, but darn were they an anxious wreck, they were loyal of course, perhaps a bit oblivious but was it so hard to get competent help these days?

The sound of something, rolling caught his and, as he noticed, his assistants attention, it was not difficult to take a guess, what was happening and who entered the scene.

A short black-footed cat, wearing formal-wear that made him shine out from the military personnel, he looked as tense as his aide-de-camp and had his eyes were half closed.

One their second day they all got here, he introduced himself to them, as their personal waiter, for their stay in the bunker, bringing them their meals each day, but also, offering other luxury goods, like tobacco or alcohol.

The before mentioned was being wheeled in a metal cart, its surface covered with a white table cloth that reached nearly to the floor, with only an inch or two of air between the ground and the fabric.

Whiskey, brandy, gin, absinth, wine etc. etc. everything a bunch of war veterans could wish for, together with two boxes of cigars being on the cart as the cat waiter wheeled it in with what appeared to be, great effort.

The general could hear how all the others, with their ranks cheered when they saw what was brought in the midst of them eating their dinner, only he, his assistant and the waiter remained silent.

Firstly of course, he was approached by the waiter, but, he swiftly declined, he was not in the mood of drinking or smoking, he wanted to be out of this stuffy, and in his view rather small room, that was cramped with chairs and a large table, that was all in his view an obstacle for someone to walk, or run.

Not that this was something he thought about of course, he just wanted to be gone.

Looking a the black-footed cat, he saw how the small waiter walked to the person, with the next highest rank beside of him, the colonel.

A tall figure, with countless of honours and medals on his uniform, laughing about some anecdote from his life of the military he had just told, which the general wondered if it really happened as he had told it, noticing the presence of the waiter, he grinned giving him praise before telling him what sort of drink he wanted from the cat.

He wanted to leave, and he was going to do that now.

Silently he ordered the cheetah to the door of the conference room, which, obviously they had no need for, giving that they were just waiting it out until the government would give them, their ok for them to leave.

But he wanted to be alone, or, as alone as that was possible with his aide-de-camp moving with him as they approached the door.

An angry shout caused the general to turn his head, as he was searching trough his jacket for his personal identification card

From what he could see, was, that the shaky and tense waiter, had accidentality spilled a bit of the alcoholic beverage he filled in the whiskey glass of the colonel, on the table.

Reasons enough for the colonel to throw an angry fit because, yes, he had to show one last time his potency, searching for any excuse to yell at someone who had a lower rank, or none at all so he could display how great, strong and mighty he believed to be.

Yeah, he would really not miss the Colonel when he would die.

Which was going to happen soon anyway.

Moving his head again, looking at the door as he was opening it with his ID, it was a sturdy and well reinforced door, but of course he knew, that it couldn’t stop anything in the end or prevent the unstoppable.

As he looked up he breathed out before addressing the cheetah.

“Lets go in this room, these idiots have not noticed a single thing yet.”

Before his feline assistant could ask him what he meant with that, he was interrupted by a loud voice that went trough the whole room. Everyone was silent and no one moved.

“Care to enlighten us, what you mean general?”

Oh him thinking out loud always caused some trouble, but well, he didn’t care, especially not right now or that it involved the Colonel.

Giving his assistant an order with a hand sign, he turned around to look at them all, but especially at the colonel, as their views were focused on him.

“You really want to tell me that you and the others have not seen it yet, colonel?”

“Seen what? A ghost or a phantom perhaps?-”

With a grin, he took emptied the glass with the alcoholic drink in one gulp, putting it down with a loud “thump” sound, as he exhaled satisfied, causing him, the general to roll his eyes, before the colonel continued with confidence to talk, at the same moment as he was eating a piece of the rest of the rare steak that was on his plate.

“-we have been here safe and sound for the last two weeks. Face it general, I think that at this point, it can be said what we all are thinking in this room. The danger, of an assassination of us, was merely a false alarm, a rumour out of proportion from reality-”

Letting out a deep laugh, he could see how the colonel did not care that some of the steaks sauce, was dropping on his uniform or on the floor, neither did anyone else, the only person moving was just the waiter, who appeared, calmer, having placed his hands casually on the cart, as the black-footed cat gave a soft grin, and observed the general with curiosity with his half closed eyes.

“-but I welcome this situation. In this last fourteen days we have gotten excellent service without having to lift a finger, having been supplied trough the tax payers money.”

This time the whole table of war veterans was laughing, his assistant gave him a look, with the general noticing that he was feeling unwell, he did not had to worry any longer.

He ordered his aide-de-camp to go in the room before him, moving the last few feet into the room himself, before, thanks to his assistant, turning around again, facing the group of people he had no respect for, one last time.

“For two weeks, we have been in this location indeed, a place the government has brought us discreetly for our own safety. In two weeks you have enough time to figure out were our defence it the weakest, and finding a place to take out everyone at once.”

Either way really, oblivious to what he had just said, or having not listened at all to him, the Colonel put another piece of steak into his mouth, as he turned to the general.

“Pah, and were should that position be you old oaf? And were do you think the assassin would be?”

Ignoring the childish insult, he didn’t grin as he prepared his answer, he wanted to tell it to them as straight and plainly as possible.

“Why, this very room were you are all sitting of course, and they are here in plain sight.”

It had gone quiet, but before anyone else could have said anything, he continued.

“Let me all ask you something. In a bunker only we should know about, why would there be a waiter in formal clothing?”

They all were now looking at the black footed cat who for the first time was opening his eyes.

He, the general was already closing the door to the conference room with his plastic identification card, as he saw in the gap that became smaller every moment, as the cat had pulled a gun from under the cart.

One second lieutenant and a sergeant major who sat in front of the waiter were their first victims, getting shot into the back of their heads, before they could have reacted.

For a moment he could hear the shouts and screams of alarm, then the door was finally closed.

Of course, he and his assistant still could hear the fight going on, as the general moved away from the door by himself.

Several guns were being fired at once, obviously they all were armed for their own safety, but, the general had a feeling, it was not going to help his “colleagues” at all.

More of the weapons fell silent, and so did the muffled shouts and screams of the army officials, who all were murdered behind the door.

He was not afraid of whatever would happen now, at least he would die not with the rest and his body would be found in a separate room.

Looking up, he glanced for the first time at his aide-de-camp after the massacre started.

Oh they were not doing well, even if they tried to remain collected, he could see how their chest was rising, the poor fella was going to have a stroke any second now if he was not calming down.

“Listen...they are here for me, not you, don’t do anything provoking and you will get out of here just fine, do you understand?”

Despite him squeezing his assistants hand with his for reassurance, it appeared that the cheetah was too much in shock, to having heard anything he had just said to them, they were just breathing desperately for more air.

As the sounds of the army personnel getting slaughtered grew more quiet, he allowed himself to linger in his thoughts for a moment, before the inevitable would happen.

Once again, he thought about, what exactly the reason could be for this assassination. But no matter what, he could not think of a specific one.

But well, over his career certainly something must have happened, that involved the others who were, so he assumed by now, dead.

After all, he did not loose one eye, hand, leg and ear for nothing.

Hearing a “click” sound, he focused on the door , which as slowly as it had closed, opened again.

Preparing himself, he focused on it, but not immediately on the waiter who turned out to be a killer, instead of what was behind him.

A battlefield in one room, with motionless bodies of twenty war veterans, the grey concrete floor, soaking in a film of blood that continued to spread, with their guns now useless, soaking in the body liquids of their users.

On the table he could see the Colonel, his mouth wide open, as if in his last moments he was screaming, or in shock, being in disbelieve of what was happening, and that he would pay with his own life, instead of taking one of the many as he did in the past.

There was no sympathy he felt for him, or the other who laid there dead

His focus was shifted again, now to the one who he had suspected for some time now, but did not say anything because, well, he, the general saw no reason to do so.

No longer did he smile or was tense and his eyes were still open, in his left hand he held his gun while in the other he held a bundle of dog tags, that were coated with fresh blood, that continued to drip on the floor. His focus was only on one person now, him.

Yet before a word could be exchanged or another action happen between the two, someone else took the imitative, taking their gun and pointing it at the assailant as they let out a roar.

“No you idiot, don’t!”

Not a single shot was fired at first, too fast in zigzag did the in blood soaked cat move, dropping their besmirched gun on the table, he grabbed the cheetahs arm that held the gun who frantically pulled the trigger, the bullets either way hitting the ceiling, wall, floor or table, but not one of them, sooner than expected by the general, the gun was empty.

Letting go of his arm, instead the cat balled his hands to fists and before the aide-de-camp could react, already had one of them in their stomach, and the other punching him in his face, causing him to fall on the ground.

“Enough! It’s me you want, leave them alone, they are too young...to be your target.”

Looking his words were now directed to his assistant.

“And you, don’t move, or else he will kill you.”

For a moment he felt how there was an expression of concern, and worry on his usually stoic face, seeing the cheetah coiling themselves on the ground, the blows were strong, but, nothing was broken and they would live and be alright.

His focus shifted to the attacker, who like him had his focus now on his opponent.

Placing his hand on his lab, he gave him unmistakably the sign that he would not fight back.

“Before you end me, let me ask one thing, who send you?”

There was a short “heh” coming from the cats mouth, before their lips start to move.

“No one, this is entirely, personal.”

The black-footed cats voice, sounded so calm and collected, and not out of breath or exhausted despite the fact, that he had just killed twenty people, and incapacitated one.

“Then do it for what you have come for, at least, I don’t die in the same room with those other bastards.”

He did expect that the killer would grab his gun now, but instead they approached him, with the in blood painted dog-tags still in his hands.

“Oh believe me, killing a Lieutenant General would certainly be a performance, but you were not there, when my whole existence was taken from me, you were in the field hospital, recovering from your latest injury, and besides I am aiming for a higher target anyway.”

As the cat moved closer, they reached his hands in his directions, grabbing him at his armpits as he was lifted up from his wheelchair.

“However, I require some information, that I believe of all of them, only you can give me.”

The attackers tone shifted and was more serious as their hands squeezed him more firmly.

“Where is your superior?”

More intense got the pressure, and it started to feel uncomfortable.

“Were is the general?”

Now it began to feel painful, but he did not stop pressing against his body.

“Were is Samuel Cottontail!?”

Showing his fangs, the lieutenant general felt the hate the cat must have had for the person he mentioned, however, or perhaps especially because of his own pain, he grinned.

“You want him? He has left the army ages ago, no one knows his current whereabouts.”

His attackers eyes burned as if they were ready to kill a thousand people to get answers, and he knew, that if he was going to talk quickly, this really would be his end now.

“Ho-however there are rumours, that he went to the desert, and there are also some detractors, who say that he joined for some reason the enemy...the Wrath.”

From one moment to another, the fruit bat fell back into his wheelchair letting out a surprised gasp.

“That was all the information I needed.”

He wondered, if he and his assistant were going to die now, that the small attacker has anything he needed, but when he picked up his gun, not looking at him or the cheetah and leaving, he knew, they were going to live.

Groaning came from the floor, as his aide-de-camp slowly stood up again, touching their face and then holding their stomach, fortunately it did not look as if they were seriously injured, besides a few bruises of course.

But, it was exactly his lack of injuries, that caused the cheetah to attempt going after the assistant, trying to grab for his empty gun again.

Raising his hand, he ordered the aide-de-camp to stop.

“Don’t, it’s not worth it...what’s done is done.”

They looked at him in disbelieve, that he wanted them to just, let them go, a person who had just murdered twenty high ranking army personal, but, that’s exactly what he intended, however, the cheetah’s expression changed, and although they were not happy about it, nodded and remained by his side.

“S-so, what are we going to do now General Sir?”

It was clear that the whole mess, had taken its toll on his aide-de-camp, and deep down he felt sorry for what they got roped into. And he was not interested that they would get into any more trouble.

“It’s for the best if we leave. Soon enough the government and the army will catch wind about this, and needing scapegoats will put the blame on the two who survived this mess. Something neither you or I deserve. So we better get out of here and lay low for a while.”

Silently his cheetah assistant began to push his wheelchair, which the lieutenant general did not object to, he was feeling very tired about everything that had happened in a few minutes.

Whatever was going to happens now, it was now on Cottontail.

The fruit bat knew his superior would be up for a very unpleasant surprise.

For the person targeting him, who killed twenty people all by himself, was fuelled by one devotion.

Revenge.

#TW: Murder #TW: Blood #tw: death #TW:Violence #TW: Alcohol #tw: guns #If I remember correctly the Lieutenant General and his assistant where prototypes of Horace Wings; and Minerva Border.#Bowlers old fanfictions #Bowlers old stories

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