#tom clancy's jack ryan

[hunnam]

John Krasinski as Jack Ryan Tom Clancy's Jack Ryan - 1.07 "The Boy" Part 1 (2)

[limeskye]

Tom Clancy's Jack Ryan - 1x02 - French Connection

God i loved this scene. it's so quietly on point and subtly whumpy for less obvious reasons.

Firstly, the continuity is *chef's kiss* - there's his usual set of scars, yes, but also there's new bruises, because he's been through something.

Secondly, i love the people find out trope, and whilst the ambush on the base camp wasn't a secret, and that Jack had to fight, to have it all up there, laid bare and recorded for a whole room full of people to watch, powerful people at that... yum.

And of course, Jack's the first to look away from the screen, he lived it.

[defendingwarrior]

JOHN KRASINSKI in TOM CLANCY’S JACK RYAN | 2.01 Cargo

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EVERY EPISODE OF TOM CLANCY'S JACK RYAN ↳ season 1, episode 1: pilot

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PROMPTS FROM TOM CLANCY'S JACK RYAN SEASON 1 EP 1-4 * adjust as needed

It's not about what they're saying, sir, it's about how they're saying it.

So how come you're the only one that knows about this mystery man?

I was wondering if we could get together. There's something I'd like to talk to you about.

No, I'd rather not do it over the phone.

Guys, get me some audio on that table.

I especially liked it when he called you a "self-righteous Boy Scout."

Oh, f*ck. There is nothing about this that is good.

It's all done analog, meaning the money's literally handed from one person to another.

Sometimes you have to break a few rules just to get the job done.

Yeah, because the Metro is the perfect place to dump surveillance. Smart.

We found his telephone in the trashcan along with a bloody shirt.

I was worried. What took you so long?

I assume you had good reason to come here instead of a hospital?

You think a piece of paper changes the way the world sees you?

We're not going to hide things from each other.

I only trust you.

Without you, I'd be rotting in prison now. 

If you pull your weapon to shoot, you shoot.  

Wait for me, I'll be right back.

I was worried. I don't know how to thank you. 

How much did it cost? 

I didn't do it for the money. 

I thought I'd never see you again. 

I assume you had good reason to come here instead of a hospital?

This is your lucky night, sport.

I've never seen a winning streak like that.

What are you doing?

The party's just getting started.

Ask him where he is.

Can I ask you something?

I think you have everyone fooled. 

We have no secrets from each other.

Who is he looking for?

This ain't good.

You do not have authorization to take that shot.

Acknowledge my fucking order.

Is there someplace we can speak in private?

Well, we haven’t actually gone on a date yet.

Hopefully she doesn’t think you��re creepy.

I’m not asking your permission.

You must be joking.

The only joke here is you. 

We need gas and cigarettes.

Do you know what he wants with us?

What are you doing here?

Did she text you back?

I would have texted you back. 

We lost him.

Hey, this is a team effort. 

Well, you’re the one driving, so you lost him.

I’m going to talk to the clerk, see if anyone checked in.

Don’t take it home with you.

Get laid, get drunk. Just don’t go home and think.

When was the last time you slept? You look like hell.

[a-boca-do-inferno]

trying wasnʼt enough (jack ryan x reader)

summary: Absence is a funny thing. It implies history and every story has to come to an end. Inevitably.

warnings: angst, fluff-ish, swearing

words: 1.6k

notes: based on the bell by first aid kit. lol bye

I tried hard to be brave

I tried hard not to be afraid

But trying wasnʼt enough

(y/n) sits on the edge of the bed as Jack walks across the room, carrying his packed bags. He stands in front of her, appearing tired and annoyed, “why do you always have to make me feel like the villain?”

“Oh, that’s right, how dare I”, she scoffs, shaking her head in disbelief and anger. “Because you’re the hero, aren’t you? How dare I question you, how dare I criticise Mr. Perfect?”

He sighs deeply, expanding his nostrils and looking away. This is going nowhere, they both know it. Dropping his luggage on the floor, Jack leans down so his face is level with hers. He speaks slowly, carefully, softly; like someone explaining something to a child. It only fuels her ire further. “You’re not being fair. What I do in the agency is important.”

“When are you gonna understand that I have the right to feel angry at this… this situation?”, her voice is but a whisper, breaking in her throat as the words come out. His brows furrow in something reminiscent of remorse, but it’s ghostly, nearly invisible. “Maybe I’m not being fair because this isn’t a fair situation.”

“And what’s fair to you?” Jack comes closer and stares into her eyes, his demeanour full of displeasure albeit he’s clearly containing himself. “Just because you don’t see me, doesn’t mean nothing’s going on. I’m doing this for us!”

“You being here with me, that’s fucking fair!” She shouts with a frown and Jack remains silent, his gaze unreadable. He doesn’t look away, doesn’t even flinch this time; his orbs hard and sharp as she adds, “that’s what I deserve.” 

When being brave simply isn’t enough, what more is there to be? Resentful. (y/n) felt like anything she did inevitably led to her drowning in her own ocean of resentment towards Jack. His blue shirt now hung from the chair, moving with the soft wind coming from the half open window. He had left in a rush, something to do with the mission of the moment. She grew used to it; being second to his duties as an agent. If she called him a spy, he’d get angry and shut down for a whole week. Things only slightly went back to normal after he took her out for dinner. His career had always been an issue between them, because when he willingly leaves such an important part of who he is a secret—no matter how many euphemisms John’d find for that word—to his partner from the beginning, it means he set his priorities straight even before she occupied any position in his circle. First work, then her. And as it was from the very start, so was the end.

How could he be so distant, she wondered, yet so overbearing at the same time? Washing the dishes in silence, she reflected on the occasions he’d left her feeling weak and defenceless in his presence, surely thinking he was doing quite the opposite. She understood his protective nature to an extent, sure; being a Marine and now a field agent came with its own set of triggers and traumas. He lost a lot of people he cared about, and it seemed as though caring about her was like reliving—or rather, anticipating—every pain he ever felt when losing someone. But even though she held such empathy for his struggles, his behaviour left her at a crossroads. Jack was too busy with his work to go to therapy and work on himself, after all. She never felt quite any opening from his part for her to even dare suggest it, anyway. It seemed so trivial in the face of the things he had to endure for the “greater good”, as he had called it time and time again. The girl left out another heavy sigh. 

She was dating fucking Captain America.

(y/n) places a washed cup on the sink and stares at it, her mind spiralling into the last two years of her life with Jack. Her eyes fill with tears instantly and she takes a deep breath, trying to pull herself together. When people leave your life, it shouldn’t be such a big deal. They have always come and gone, haven’t they? But the word “missing” does describe the stupid feeling very well. It’s not the longing for them, it’s the quiet laugh to that stupid joke she’d tell everyday that isn’t there now. What was once just isn’t anymore and when people leave, that’s exactly what happens; they’re somewhere else, not with you. And so there’s this insistent empty place which was filled not so long ago. The clock on the wall keeps ticking and the candles on the table melt all the same. Nothing happened, yet everything’s gone.

“Don’t do that”, Jack murmurs in the back of her memories. His words keep echoing like the sound of a ghost. He torments her every time she lets him. And she lets him more often than not. His glance is still slightly angry, but now also buried in desperation. He didn’t want to leave. It was clear and she couldn’t see it through her tears. “Please, don’t do that.”

“You’re never here anyway”, that was the last thing she ever told him. And just like that, he was gone the next day. “It won’t change anything”, was the quiet addition, after he closed the door behind him. Such a fucking lie. How could nothing change, really, when he was the reason for everything?

Walking towards the bedroom, she can’t help but laugh humorlessly at the things neatly organised. He cleaned it all prior to leaving this morning and a sad chuckle escapes her lips again. Back when they were in Moscow, she noticed right away he would be the type to drive her crazy over some dirty laundry on the floor. And she was right. They often had little arguments about domestic stuff, yet somehow, those were the best moments she could’ve spent with him. Going back and forth all day, teasing, bickering like two children was strangely soothing to her heart. Perhaps it meant that he was fallible, just like her; he could be picky and stubborn and annoying too, as opposed to his sober and unmoving nature, always in control. And it was like a breath of fresh air, to witness John let himself feel things even if for a period of time. 

“Come here”, Jack coos as he pulls her closer, burying his face in her hair and sniffing deeply. She’s still a bit annoyed about their debate earlier, but he’s feeling cuddly today, rocking her body back and forth with his. There’s a playful beam on his features as he mutters, “stop being so stubborn, that’s my brand.”

“You have a lot of them”, she sticks her tongue out and he laughs soundly, tickling her side. (y/n) gasps and tries to escape his grip to no avail, big long arms holding her firmly in place. She eventually gives up and his lips meet hers in a gentle, delicate kiss. Her heart flutters in her chest as he squeezes her body, smothering her as he ever did. A small smile shows on her face and he follows her as they exchange a knowing gaze. “I love you, Dr. Ryan.”

He pecks her gently, caressing her chin, “I love you too, silly.”

Could it be that those shared moments with Jack always felt so utterly overwhelming because it was a rare thing to occur? Her stomach turned at the faint memory as if someone had been playing with her guts and she took a step back, leaving the bedroom and slamming the door. Every single thing in this house now reached her senses like poison and she just wanted to scream. 

Running towards the backyard, her eyes fell on the little bedside table Jack had been working on. He made a habit out of doing woodwork and it wasn’t finished yet. She sat on the floor and studied the piece of furniture thoroughly, even though her knowledge of carpentry was about the same as her knowledge in maintaining a long distance relationship: fucking nothing. But just as she’s going to let herself drown in tears one more time that day, (y/n) hears steps coming from behind and turns her face to look at Jack standing tall, leaning on the doorway with his arms crossed.

He’s frowning, but seems more sad than mad at this point. “Are you gonna finish that for me?”

She snorts despite herself, eyeing the wood parts still waiting to be put together. “I’m afraid you’re gonna have to call Greer for that. I’m no carpenter.”

That gets a small laugh from him and he sighs. “I’m sorry, (y/n)”, Jack blurts out after a few seconds of silence. She stares at the grass under her feet as he approaches, sitting beside her with his elbows leaning on his knees. She can’t tell if he’s looking at her, but his hot breath hits her cheek as he continues, “if anything, I’d like you to know that I tried.”

His words sting. They sound soft and broken at the same time, and when she glances back at him, his gaze is so gentle. Ryan searches her face in deep thought, studying every inch of it as he’s used to and (y/n) simply nods, her eyes misty with unshed tears. “I know.”

From the rust that lies deep in its throat

I hear solemn tones

The danger, the absent floors

In the silence of night, he lets me know

That I’m not coming home

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JOHN KRASINSKI AS JACK RYAN IN TOM CLANCY'S JACK RYAN 2.01 ‘CARGO’

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Tom Clancy's Jack Ryan S04E06 (Proof Of Concept)

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Tom Clancy's Jack Ryan 4x01

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Jack Is Abducted and Saved by Chavez - Jack Ryan 4x06

John Krasinski's performance in the series finale of Jack Ryan was quite a memorable one, and in this scene in particular, Krasinski delivers a powerhouse of a performance. One that is so intense that you feel every moment of Jack's pain with him.

You could tell Jack was losing hope, that small moment of pure friendship and gratitude when Chavez puts his hand on Jack's shoulder in a 'it's all gonna be ok I got you bro' kinda way wad so heavy and so emotional. Such a well done and really beautiful moment. Those little details really make this show great.

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Jonathan Bailey as Lance Miller

Tom Clancy’s Jack Ryan (1x05)

[hunnam]

John Krasinski as Jack Ryan Tom Clancy's Jack Ryan - 1.07 "The Boy" Part 2 (1)

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Tom Clancy's Jack Ryan - 1x01 - Pilot

[defendingwarrior]

JOHN KRASINSKI in TOM CLANCY’S JACK RYAN | 2.06 Persona Non Grata

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EVERY EPISODE OF TOM CLANCY'S JACK RYAN ↳ season 1, episode 6: sources and methods