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Howdy Lorenzo! I was wondering if you could do some headcanons about Felix, Troy and Adler, I just played the campaign and I'm just : đĽľđĽľ
HEADCANONS BO6 â FELIX NEUMANN, TROY MARSHALL, ADLER RUSSELL
âĄâ âTW: face sitting, eat out, rough sex, penetration, blowjobs, afab reader, praise kink unstable relationship, degradation, fingering, 69, spoilers, porn plot, etc.

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This man really has two sides, firstly he will obviously try to be a gentleman and treat you like royalty or as if he is afraid to touch you and break you in some way. The first few times you two have sex are really focused on Felix making you cum first, often he'll just eat you out or make you sit on his face while he uses his fingers to play with your clit, showering you with compliments and often a few words coming out in German because he's too excited to formulate a sentence in English.
He'll make you cum so hard you won't even be able to stand up from all the shaking â Neumann is the kind of man who will go to great lengths to make you squirt and leave you relaxed enough to stop thinking about your problems, especially if the two of you are on a mission together.
He likes to tell you how beautiful and radiant you are with every move you make in bed, his hands will grip your waist while his blue eyes stare at your breasts that swing with every deep thrust of his cock into your cunt. "Fuck... Those are the most beautiful tits I've ever seen, schatz..." the older blond would praise you while making you tremble with his touch, the combination of his cock penetrating you with his fingers on your clit was enough to make you cum before him, and then he would be able to cum without the weight of the conscience of "using" you.
However, he has a very dominant side and when he is stressed and loses control, he cannot maintain his pacifist and oakish appearance, making you even surprised by the change of personality he can have.
The German will fuck you and maneuver you like a rag doll around the room, changing positions every time you are going to cum just to take his cock out and hold your face, staring into your eyes. "Haven't you heard yet, you little whore? You're only going to cum when I tell you to."
He will bite you, mark you, cum on your face and will act like everything but the gentleman he is when he is in his normal state. He would growl, his hips snapping forward, fucking you harder and harder. His cock would be throbbing inside you, his balls slapping against your ass with each stroke. He then leaned forward, his teeth sinking into his shoulder, biting down hard enough to leave a mark.
"Holy Fuck... I'm gonna fill this tight little pussy with my cum... Gonna breed you like the little whore you are..." He then pulled out, his cock throbbing in his hand as he stroked, aiming for your pussy. He then came, his hot cum shooting out of his cock and landing on your pussy, coating your folds and clit with his thick seed.
"Mmm... That's it... Take my cum inside you... Let it fill you up..." He would purr, his fingers continuing to push his cum deeper into your pussy, making sure you were well filled with his seed.
However, after the moment of excitement and lust has passed, he will make sure you are okay and apologize if he was too rough, cleaning you up and kissing every mark he made â hugging you softly while wiping his cum off you with a wet tissue. "Rest, sĂźsser... When you wake up I'll cook your favorite dish ok?"

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Troy is initially much more distant and casual, putting up a barrier between the two of you because of his trauma with Jane and the lack of trust he has begun to feel toward others. He may be less vocal and simply enjoy your moans; small compliments may come from him occasionally, but nothing too affectionate if the two of you are nothing more than casual partners.
One of the most frequent things he'd say at first, and the closest heâd come to real affection, would be, "Fuck, babe, you're squeezing my dick so hard..." Marshall will only start showing you extra affection once you prove yourself trustworthy and demonstrate that you care about his feelings.
He enjoys doing 69 with you, but youâll only reach that level of intimacy after earning it; before, heâd insisted that oral sex was too intimate for just 'friends with benefits.'
Troyâs mustache tickles a little, creating a unique friction against you, but heâll make sure you get used to it and not think about it too much â especially since the combination of his tongue on your clit and you choking on his dick is enough to make your mind go blank. He'll still be dominant, but not like before. Heâll make you take your time, not rushing you or forcing his cock down your throat, and heâll start to open up more to compliments.
"You're doing great, baby... You're fucking beautiful. Just take your time, okay?" Marshall would say calmly as he slid two fingers inside you, his tongue working in tandem to bring you to orgasm. This marked an evolution from the first meaningless encounters you had; it was no longer just a transition but a real feeling of making each other feel good.
He'll make you ride his cock after the second time he sees you cum on his fingers. You'll be sensitive enough for him to feel your walls squeezing him tightly, as if milking him was the only thing you knew how to do.
The previously degrading nicknames are now replaced by a mix of soft compliments. "That's it, little whore... You look so beautiful with my cock in that gorgeous pussy of yours. Do you hear that sound?" the taller man groans, holding your neck gently while thrusting faster, making your legs tremble. His other hand grips your waist, keeping you from falling, even though you barely feel your toes touching the wooden floor anymore.
"Hear that? You're drippingâuh, fuck, hot as fuck." He growls softly, giving your ass a slap before pulling his cock out of your wet heat and giving gentle taps on the outside of your pussy, prolonging your orgasm even more. He kisses you softly on the cheek, smiling smugly into your neck, though thereâs a hint of affection there. "So desperate to cum, sweetheart? Use your words, and maybe I'll let you."
After finishing inside you, he cleans you up and offers one of his shirts to cover yourself. Itâs rare, but sometimes he likes to share his bed with you. "Lie here; donât worry, I'll be here when you wake up."

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This old mf disappeared and came back into your arms as if nothing had happened, but he's so homesick and stressed that your reunion will be him burying himself as deep as he can inside you.
After some arguing and him trying to apologize, he decides the best way to make it up to you is by fucking the frustration out of both of you. He drags you to an empty spot in the tower, far enough that Woods wonât have his afternoon nap interrupted by your moans. You try to resist, still upset about his sudden disappearance, but honestly, he loves it when you get feisty, when you try to push him away. It only makes him want you more.
"Shut up and take it, angel face." Russell growls in your ear as he sits you on his lap, pulling down your pants and spreading your thighs wide. He slips two fingers into your mouth for you to suck, then pulls them out and slides them into your pussy without warning. You feel filled by his thick digitsâa bold move that makes you whimperâbut he finally manages to make you stay quiet. "Oh fuck... You want me to stay right here, between these pretty legs, fucking this sweet pussy until you're a sobbing, shaking mess... Don't you?"
He makes you stand up just to have the pleasure of pressing you roughly against the wall, forcing you to stick your ass up for him. He spanks your sensitive flesh, watching you tremble and wet his fingers even more, like a bitch in heat. He bites your neck, leaving hickeys on your skin. "You missed this as much as I did... I know you did. Fuck, you're such a whore, aren't you? I donât know how I had the courage to let you loose without my eyes on you all this time."
"One more, baby. Give me one more orgasm before I fuck this tight little cunt with my cock." His fingers never stopping their relentless assault on your pussy. He could feel you getting close again, your walls fluttering around his fingers, your juices dripping down his hand; When you finally came, heâd give you another slap, and before your knees could go weak, the older man quickly removed his pants, exposing his cock leaking pre-cum.
He easily lifts you, placing you in a full nelson position, with your back pressed against his chest and your legs wrapped around his waist. The head of his cock teases your entrance, and with one quick thrust, he buries himself inside you, stretching and filling you completely. "I found my paradise in the infernal heat of your beautiful pussy..."
He wouldn't stop until he made you squirt and be soft from cumming so much, he knew he had messed up with you but he couldn't deny the satisfaction of seeing you trembling and not even being able to formulate a complete sentence because his cock was kissing your cervix with each thrust.
Adler would groan hoarsely, kissing your face as his hips snapped forward, fucking you harder and harder. He could feel his balls slapping against your clit with each thrust, increasing the pleasure coursing through your body.
"You don't look so tough now, huh? Are you sure you don't want to forgive me?" He fucked you even harder, making you feel that warm sensation in your stomach as he finally made you cum all over his cockâand cum inside your cunt, too. He kept his cock buried inside you until it softened and came out on its own, making you drip his cum onto the floor. The older man would sit you down on the couch and lower himself onto your thighs, looking at your spent pussy. "We're not done yet. I'll only stop fucking you when you forget how much I hurt you, no matter how long that takes."
And well... it would be long hours.

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Rest(Adler x Bell!Reader)
Summary: Youâre here only because of what you heard about Russ. Out from the shadows of another life Adler carefully constructed for you(with a few edits with your own hand) back into the fold. You immediately tracking him down to Bulgaria in those months(because of course he doesnât want you involved, that arrogant bastard of a man), doing your best to help him out this pit of a trap that heâs pinned in. That someone else pinned on him.
Theyâre dead once you figure it out.
(Or where you discover that you and Case donât work well together. You despise mirrors being thrust onto you.)
| Only hints to imply how Bell is alive and being a secret throughout the story. Nothing clear cut. Fill the lines yourselves. |
Created with @makeyourpeacenow. Cross posted on AO3
Words: 24k
Tags/Warnings: Post-The Final Countdown Mission | Solovetsky Ending, Implied/Referenced Brainwashing, Angst, Action/Adventure, Drama & Romance, Codependency, Bell and Adler are obsessed with each other, Everyone is concerned about the psychos, Mostly Marshall, Manipulation, Mind Games, Bell does it this time, Adler too of course, Reader-Insert, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Mild Smut, Mind Control Aftermath & Recovery, Older Man/Younger Woman, Character Study, Case Deserves Love, Bell too, Justice for Case and Bell, Implied/Referenced Sexual Assault but not true, Mind Regression, Hallucinations, Cognitive Dissonance
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You tried to go solo at first, picking up the crumbs of the bread trail Russell had left you.Â
Finding Rook was no easy feat, but itâs not a discovery you find worth celebrating, not as the circumstances stood. Commotion from down the cliff-hugging road had driven you into the bunker, derelict as the rest of the house. Unaware of who had arrived, friendly or otherwise, had left you with little choice but to corner yourself there.Â
Your only reassurance was the old soviet-tech surveillance that you nearly managed to reconfigure, the familiarity of it nearly foreign as you worked to fix it, mentally cursing whatever idiot had wired the home in such a convoluted way.Â
Audio⌠online.Â
It was gritty, the audio cracking through the old speakers in a volume that nearly had you jumpâof course the headphones you plugged in werenât picked up by the system.Â
Your heart skipped a beat when you heard it. Woods.Â
Right. Friendly, then. Other voices, too, but you didnât care much for that. Itâs enough for you to holster your firearm and to work up the nerve to crawl out of the bunker youâd isolated yourself in. Â
You didnât cower at the gun that trained on you, opting for an unimpressed quirk of your eyebrow. The young man wasted no time in dragging you before Woods. Later, youâll discover his name is Marshall, Troy Marshall.Â
The shock on Woodsâ face when he saw you was paralleled by your own.Â
Your equal shock at seeing Woods, all movement and loud and free, being stuck in a chair and more reserved mustâve snapped him out of it.
âWhat the actual fuck?! Bell?! Is that you?!â
You winced, your hands that were raised moving slightly so you could put a finger to your ear. âYouâre still loud. Knocking any extra mannequins on the floor with that tank of yours?âÂ
Woods stared before letting out a guffaw, hand slapping to his head.
âIt is you, you little shit. What happened to not a word?â
Your lips quirked, teasing as Marshall and Case looked at each other in confusion.
âI feel I can get a break. The whole dead thing breaks off smalltime deals, I think.â
âBut youâre not.â Woods straightened in his chair, and you spot just how quickly his mind was working while you assessed one another. âAdler has a shit ton of explaining to do.â Woods glanced towards Marshall and Case whose guns remained trained on you, quick to inject levity into the situation. âWhat are you doing? This isnât a fuckinâ cowboy-duel. Put your guns away, trigger fingers!â
Marshall hesitated, allowing himself to tear his eyes from you, glancing at Woods while Case lowered his firearm, postponing holstering until he could properly grasp the situation.
âAre we supposed to know who this is, old man? This isnât Sevati.â Marshall looked at you, brows pinching as he tried to figure you out. You could spot where his heart is without him even having to say his next words. âDid Adler send you here too? For Pantheon?â
Your brows relaxed at the verbal confirmation, friendly. Definitely friendly.
âYou can say that,â you nodded, shrugging your shoulders casually.
Marshallâs brows only pinched more as Case merely tilted his head at you, quiet. âIt either is or isnât. Who are you?â
Oh no. Youâre having fun.
You smiled sardonically, hands moving to your hips as Woods sighed.
âDepends who calls.â You could spot the young manâs growing irritation while the other only continued to assess you, not taking his eyes off of you. You met the quiet manâs eyes, something pulling you to. It felt familiar. âYou can call me by my name.â You offered your name before looking to the side out the window, the Black Sea unusually quiet. âMy friends call me Bell.â
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It pissed you off that you couldnât be involved in grabbing team members. Woods had torn into you when you complained, accused you of not being companionable enough to those that had yet to earn your trust. Youâd only huffed then, and muttered something about how Woods had really stepped into the mentor role. He used to hate rookies, called them fuckinâ idiots due to their inexperience.Â
Youâd been stuck with Woods who was trying, and struggling, to pick up the pieces of what happened in the last decade. You were good at skimping on the details, stubborn as always.Â
Although, you also supposed you only had Woods to truly talk to about any of this, decade and now. Youâd only given him tidbits. More than what you would say to the others, but less than what he wanted.
There was a look in Woods eyes that heâs not satisfied with your answers but it seems heâs still nosy for another useless question. You could feel his stare burning your head from the other side of the room from where you worked, computers open, routes mapped out for where theyâll go in to get Adler.
âCan you spit it out already, Woods?â
âThanks,â Woods sarcastically spat before you heard him lower his beer bottle on the table by his cot. âHow long youâve been fucking the bastard?â
You startled, ears turning hot even as you turned your chair to look at him in a mix of askance and disgust. You hadnât forgotten how coarse he could be, but it didnât soften the blow each time he reminded you.Â
âWoods!â
âWhat?! Iâm just asking!â Woods raised his hands as if to surrender, but he clearly liked getting a rise out of you. Just like old times, always through Adler. âI thought the fucker would be icy for his whole life, but all he needed was someone like you to match his psycho.â
You turned your body back to the computer, throwing him the finger as you grumbled while he only laughed.
âYouâre so nosy,â you remarked, your tone tainted with a sliver of disbelief. âYouâve turned into a gossip in your old age, old man.â
âThatâs uncalled for.â
You went back to reviewing the map after a roll of your eyes. Near silence, save for the sound of glass against wood each time Woods took a drink and rested the bottle on the table. You were starting to feel your brow twitch in annoyance, you could hardly work when you knew he was there, undoubtedly staring at you for your attention.Â
âI didnât realize you were so prissy when it comes to Adler.â
âOh my God,â you groaned under your hands, rubbing your temples. âYour âkidsâ need to hurry up and bring these people in before they find your dead body on that chair.â
âYou got something against disabled vets?â It was so sudden, so out of the blue, that you pulled a face at the absurdity of his words.
You turned, ever so slowly in your chair, gobsmacked. Eyes wide.
âWhat?â
âPrejudiced.â
Your exasperation was growing as you shook your head at him. Woods who had the special ability on how to pull your leg.
 âIâd be prejudiced if Iâif I didnât kill you for your constant poking and prodding like I would for anyone else⌠!â
Woods looked up in mock thought.
âI donât know. Still sounds prejudiced to me.â
âIâm going to ignore you now,â you finally said, undignified, and turned back to your work.
âYou can try,â he warned with jest. Maybe it was the alcohol, or that fact that was just you and him in the safehouse, but he seemed lighter than he had been before. Looser. âBut you got a decadeâs worth to catch up on me fucking with ya. Itâs a lot to work with.â
You clicked a little louder on the keyboard, your fingers a little more forceful than necessary.
That Marshall and Case needed to hurry up.Â
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Case found that the woman, âBell,â was⌠interesting. Mysterious.
Her answers were short each time he asked a question, tight-lipped in an annoying yet smooth way. Her eyes were either cooly assessing or seeming to have found him funny somehow, while other times she appeared bewildered by him. He wasnât sure why.
He first noticed her analysis of him immediately when they met her. He dismissed it at first; he was used to people trying to figure him out, being scrutinized under a microscope. Yet somehow⌠it was disconcertingâmessing with his head. From how sheâd tilted her head at him when he denied treatment for the blow to his headâcourtesy of Sevatiâs part of the dealâto now when heâd asked what she thought of Adler.
â...youâre odd,â Bell stated by the computers to the wall near Felixâs own desk. The remark had been rather abrupt, Case could only blink.
âThatâs rude,â Felix said, typing away behind his green shades. âAt least thatâs what others say when I also point out the obvious.â
âYou think Iâm odd?â He didnât know why; he thought he was fairly normal. (Better.) âWhat makes you say that?â
Bell only pressed her lips together, frowning at him.
âI hear from Woods youâre pretty calm,â she started tamely, and Case agreed with the sentiment. He was calm. âQuiet. A good shot. Nearly invincible at times. Although, I donât call your head being cracked by a butt of the pistol, invincible. Youâve been with Marshall for years.â
âYes, and?â Case poked. He didnât see the point in her statements, if there was any.
âAnd nothing. Thatâs it. You donât talk about much else, even to your longtime friend.â Bell pointed at him, motioning all around his body from down to up. âOdd.â
Case decided to leave her and move on to talk to Felix. Her eyes never seeming to leave him even after he left the room to find Marshall and talk. Marshall never looked at him like there was something to be seen, something hidden to be unearthed. Just there.
Just Case.
It was only later on in the day, that Case found himself with the same observation Bell had of him, towards her. âWhat are you doing?â
Bell was crouching near Woodsâ chest, seeming to stare intently at a certain item Case couldnât see from the angle heâd stood atâjust at the entrance of the room with the evidence board. He was torn between averting his gaze to avoid staring at her behind untowardly and scrutinizing her snooping.
Bell turned around and gave Case a dry look. âWell arenât you nosy,â she remarked, supplying another one of those non-answers that sheâd perfected.
Caseâs brows pinched, incredulous of the hypocritical nature of it. âAre you self-aware?â
âI donât know. Are you? You trail back to every conversation there is in this house.âÂ
â⌠not every one.â That wasnât the point. âYou shouldnât look through peopleâs stuff.â
âUh huh. Iâm just⌠making sure of something.â Case noted the slight upturn of Bellâs lip, an imperceptible smile at the little picture with Woods and the recently deceased operative, Alex Mason. The moment was over before Case could properly comprehend it, and Bell stood, crossing her arms at Case. âYou look through peopleâs stuff too.â
âYour accusations are baseless.â
âUh huh...â If possible, the woman even looked more unimpressed with him than before. Something in him bristled. He held it back. Like always. âYou normally look through Marshallâs drawings and peopleâs files in their own rooms or do they happen to just fall in front of you?â
Case eyes slightly narrowed, tilting his head.Â
âAre you watching me?â
Bell shrugged.
âSomeone has to. Especially somebody who claims he isnât nosy. And odd. Iâll give you this, you donât have good tracking skills like I do when it comes to information.â
âIs that what weâre calling it?â He kept the air nonchalant, blasĂŠ with his raised eyebrows and dubious look.Â
âThatâs what Iâm calling it. Iâll let you get back to your little chase, Case.â Bell snickered before leaving the room.
Case remained standing, looking down at himself in quiet thought.
Am I really that nosy?
It happened again, right after they arrived and achieved in getting Adler back to the Rook.
Case was in the room where he was certain Adler had been residing, whilst the man was downstairs with Bell, organizing for Iraqâif their mild arguing could be called that. (Case lost interest when it seemed they were going in circles over Bellâs role in all this. Rare for him, losing interest. But something in Case⌠pricked at how Bell watched him. Like he was ready to turn, and she was prepared to pounce and bite his neck once he does). Bell not touching the room since theyâve been here, it made Case wonder once more at their relationship; Woods had painted it like they were Bonnie and Clyde. He already fiddled with the voice recording earlier, now he was trying to see what kind of medicine a man like the infamous Russell Adler took and what exactly he was hiding to need to cover the label. And to take it with whiskey as a shot.
âGood luck finding anything here.â
Case jumped, his eyes darting from the medicine on the bedside table to Bell leaning at a doorway.
She looked around as if she hadnât said anything, eyes trailing over the room in mild concentration.
âHe keeps his room clean. Any possible information you can gather from what you can see is because heâs letting you look, everything else is hidden; I havenât had time to check the boards or the walls.â
â...Iâm not trying to get information about Adler.â
Bell finally faced Case, eyes cool as she tilted her head, a nonplussed âOh?â being released from her lips, carefully expressionless.Â
Dangerous, Case supplied in his mind. He could see the threat of teeth, a bite worse than her bark.
âI was just taking a look,â he admitted, unashamed. His curiosity was only surface level, anyway. Bored. If they told him to stop, he would. âI wasnât planning to dig around more than whatâs already out to be seen.â
Bell raised a brow.
âYouâre�� polite. Still nosy. Though, not as nosy as me; I dig until Iâm satisfied.â
Case didnât quite understand Bellâs play, he only knew there was one. âYou know everything about Adler, then? Is he trustworthy?â Maybe sheâd answer now.
âYou tell me. And not what Marshall repeats to you. Youâve seen him in action now. What do you actually think of Americaâs Monster, Russell Adler? Not Woods. Not Marshall. Not Sev. Not even Felix. You, Case.â
âIs this⌠a test of some sort?â
âYes. Youâre failing so far,â Bell said simply.
Case tried to think of what he gathered since he first saw the man to what heâd observed around the safehouse.
â⌠heâs capable. Knowledgeable. Seems to have good camaraderie with Woods, so he cares for those he knows. Appreciates loyalty. Secretive as youâve said. I⌠have so far not seen what others say about him. For that moniker.â
âItâs gonna scare you off if you see it?â
Caseâs brows furrowed.
âWhy would it? He does everything for a reason surely. Not baseless.â
Bell blinked and the cool look in her eyes disappeared before she seemed to look at him in a new light. He couldnât tell whether or not heâd displeased her yet.
âCareful, Case. You shouldnât follow him baselessly.âÂ
âDonât you?â Case quipped.
Bell smiled. It didnât reach her eyes. Displeasure, then.
âI know what goes on in his head, you donât. You have no reason to blindly follow someone like him. You need to be careful who you take orders from, or youâll find your own moniker slapped on your face.â
âWhat would that be?â
âCase the Doormat, thatâs what.â Bell snapped. Case wasnât sure where this was coming from. He was having a hard time reading her; was she upset at him for willingly following her lover? Frustrated? Jealous? Something else? âYou need to stick with your own morals and ways and not whoever youâre around. Pick someone to shadow and at least commit to it.â
âI follow whoever gives the order at the time.â
Bellâs brows furrowed, and Case could see she was analyzing him again. Turning over what whatever information she saw with each word he intoned. Every twitch of muscles and shuffle of his feet.
Dangerous, a voice said in his head.
âThe Perfect Soldier type. Not used to someone like you. Follow all and loyal to none. What would Marshall say?â
âMarshall is my friend, Iâll do what he wants.â
âRight. But say youâre not near Marshall. Heâs not in the team. Youâre his friend so you know how Marshall sees things. How he works. Friends usually have the same moral code or views. So,â Bell finally stepped away from the doorway and took a step towards Case. âIf you were ordered to do something the exact opposite of what Marshall would do, would you do it?â
She was trying hard to make sense of him, to find a loophole in how he functioned. He wasnât intimidated by it, it was clear to him, after all. âI thought you appreciated me having my own opinion. Why should I copy Marshallâs? Which is it?â
Bell huffed out her nose, stepping back with a shake of her head.
âYouâre fucking frustrating for a pawn,â she said bluntly, and somehow it felt incompleteâlike she was vying with more to say but somehow thought better of it. âI donât know whether itâs pathetic or pitiful.â Then, softer, quiet enough that he almost didnât catch it: âYou remind me of myself somehow.â
Case blinked. That was new. He thought she didnât like him.
âReally?â
Bell gave him a look, meeting his eyes.
âSomehow,â she repeated and she left the room again in deep thought.
Case later on, slumbered on the couch with the TVâand wondered if he passed the test. He wondered why he felt as if she was right about them being similar.
He wondered if she hated being someoneâs shadow and what she saw when she stared at him, able to so formlessly follow anybody.
He wondered why it bothered her so muchâit didnât bother him.
But⌠was that also the problem?
Case wondered if, inversely, the other problem was how easy it was to see her as nothing but Adlerâs shadow, it was certainly a sentiment Marshall heldânot that Case strictly had or agreed with all of Marshallâs sentimentsâand Case felt it were apt enough, for a surface level descriptor.Â
Sheâd called him a doormat, and he ought to have been offendedâbut he wasnât. It just was. Then sheâd claimed he reminded her of herselfâand Case found himself considering that.Â
If she was Adlerâs shadow, who was he? Everyoneâs shadow? Shadow for all. He wonders if that would be his moniker.
CaseâShadow for All, maybe.Â
⌠Americaâs Shadow? He snorted at the imagery it inspired. Maybe not.
Everything reached a head when they found the facility on American soil in search of information on the Cradle. (The Cradle.)Â
Bell was already irritatedâmiffed at how she felt she was slowing Adler down from tracking Gusev, with him back in the safehouse going over his resources, making phone calls and exhausting his connections in the area, working to track the Russian there as he waited for her with a sort of patience only reserved for her. (Their relationship was more, Case observed. Where Bell goes, goes Adler nearbyâalways in the corner or the next room, never further. Orbiting. Where Adler goes, Bell did her best to stay put, but like a magnet she gets pulled into the manâs space. Not lovebirds. Just⌠planets circling one another. Constants. Case couldnât imagine what it is likeâto be seen like those two see each other. They saved the world together before, Adler said. âAdler saved me,â Bell said at another time when the shaded man was nearby. Case spotted how interesting the manâs smile looked. Secretive. Yet filled with weight. There was something more. Case has yet to figure it out. Marshall couldnât figure it out either. He found it odd. Marshall thought Bell was more dangerous than Adler. Dangerous, Case repeated. Co-dependant psychos, Marshall might have muttered after a few beers).Â
Case never pictured the man being able to sit and wait.
The ladder broke, the rusted metal crumbling under his weight, and Case was stuck with Bell just as Bell was stuck with Case. Masks broken. Something in Case panicked. He reined it in just to answer Marshallâs concerned call.
âMasks are broken,â he informed dutifully, forcefully calmâblasĂŠ. Bell looked incredulous at his tone, and the lack of urgency therein. âWeâre compromised.â
âWell, youâre still alive, thatâs something.â
Case spotted Bell still before her eyes narrowed into something fierce at Marshallâs words. Case didnât like it, it reminded him too much of (his brother) something better left forgotten. When Marshallâs orders continued, Bell looked as if she were seconds from snapping Caseâs neck for Marshallâs gall, merely because his neck was the closest thing she could wring with her hands.
Gall? Gall at what?
What was wrong with following orders?
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âBut weâre fine,â Case unhelpfully supplied. Again.
âWhat the shit?â You hissed, the abrasive gas started to make your throat itch uncomfortably. âYou just admitted to Marshall that weâre compromised. We canât go further. Throw a rope, Marshall!â
âHey! You guys are alive down there! I donât have rope right now. Sev and I will meet with you later! Just stay there if youâre so concerned, Bell,â Marshall stated over comms, his voice grating in your ear.
You saw red, you couldnât accept thisânot from him.Â
âWhat the⌠what the fuck?! Marshall! Sev! No fuckinâ rope? What kind of amateursâŚâ You broke out into Russian, cursing, and dug through your pack to find a rope with a hook. You had your doubts about it, but it was all you had to work with. âCome on, Case. Weâll find our way up to them like this.â
âI donât think thatâll work.â He stared at it dubiously and you huffed. You knew that. âYou heard Marshallâweâll meet up with them.â
Your jaw tightened as you eyed Case, who seemed perfectly okay with following Marshallâs easy going tune, when you knew the gas was burning his throat just like yours, your vision already getting somewhat hazy like you knows his was.
âWeâre going up to them like this. End of discussion. You didnât seriously think weâll both waddle around here with gas in the air until we meet up with them. Are you a fool?â
âWhat does it matter? Marshall said weâre alive. We would be able to do it.â
You couldnât tell if it was the gas that made you feel violent towards Case, or if you truly wanted to strangle him.
At your continued silent fuming of what you want to do, the both of you with no weapons, Case decided to speak. Again.Â
Unhelpfully.
"Marshall saidâ"Â
"I don't care.â You knew what Marshall said, and any reminder of his dismissal was enough to send you nearly over the edge.
Case narrowed his eyes as you tried to throw the rope with the hook above, only to curse and miss as it splashed down to the water.
âSuddenly acting better than thou towards me when I know you would listen to Adler.â
You darted your head toward him so fast that you think your vision might have blurred even more. His eyes were looking really punchable right now.
âAdlerââ You tapped Caseâs chest with the hook twice, dampening his chest with each jab. âIsnât here. And even heâs not this much of a rushing fool when biological weapons are involved! Your âfriendâ should be tested! Is he even your friend?!â
Comms squeaked in both of their ears.
âGuys! Shut the fuck up and stop wasting time. Donât drag Case down with you, Bell. Youâre either in this mission or you arenât.â
A bit late to back out now, you thought bitterly.
âDragging...?! You littleââ
âItâs my call, Bell. Do I really have to call Adler to have you listen to me?â
You felt the rage in you burn at that threat. It rose in your chest to your throat at the knowledge you wouldnât want him to do that, to bother Adler over something so trivial. The knowledge that such a juvenile threat works. The knowledge just how easily theyâre using you just like theyâre using Case.
You discovered you donât care much for Marshall.
You remained silent in your resentful concession, so Case answered for the both of you.
âWeâll find our way.â
âGood. See if you guys can find the power down where you are. Itâs hard to see up here.â
You and Case didnât answer, but you did curse again when you saw a screen flicker on the further you stumbled into the room, your head starting to spinârice paddies in your periphery and you werenât sure if the bell you heard was more than the memory you hope it was.
Case flinched at a mannequin, a suppressed yet audible gasp left his lips.
âWeâre going to kill each other,â you deadpanned, your voice absent of the dread you felt. A familiar numbness came upon you, to protect your mind just like a decade ago. âŃŃĐž пиСдоŃ. Ń ĐźĐľĐ˝Ń Đ˛ŃĐľ ĐąŃНО Ń
ĐžŃĐžŃĐž...â
âDid⌠you see that...?â Great. Case, Case actually sounded scared.
You laughed bitterly. Seeing a shadow of someone wearing a woven bamboo farmerâs hat run across the room, the silhouette of an Ak-47 in their arms and the phantom weight of an M16 in yours.Â
âGod. Weâre so fucked.â
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The halls were quiet in the lab, Marshall used his flashlight to glance in every possible direction as Sev moved behind him. His uneasiness at how quiet the comms have been the last few minutes reaching a head.
âWe haven't heard from Case in a while.â Marshall knew his friend was quiet, but Case knew when to give updatesâwhen to fill in on new information. Case was a professional like that, and Marshall admired him for it.Â
The lack of updates made him feel as if he mightâve made the wrong call, somehow.Â
Sevâs next words, mildly concerned, only confirmed it.
"Bell hasn't insulted you in two minutes, Marshall.â Marshall bit his lip, careful where he stepped as he breathed deep through the gas mask.
It was no secret the two of them didnât get along. She found Marshall trying to establish authority over Adler amusingâor thatâs how Marshall saw it. It didnât help that she added in a quip of her own, that sheâd only follow one man unconditionally to the depths of hell, and it isnât him.
Marshall didnât think Adler was going to deny Bellâs clear loyalty, but he also didnât expect just how easily the man accepted it. As if she just stated the sky was blue. The grass is green. The sun is yellow.
Bell will follow Adler to hell.
Marshallâs understanding of relationships was that you make sure your girl is protected, even from her own words. A little shush and a shake of the head, maybe an endeared smile or taking it as a joke.
Adler hadnât reacted at all.
Just took another drag of his cigarette, staring Marshall down blankly, as if he thought that every word from Marshallâs mouth was just simply, and entirely, wasted breath. And it may as well have been, considering how little change Marshallâs assertion had brought about. A tilt of Adlerâs head in Bellâs directionâacknowledgment to what she saidâkept up that sharp smile on her face, softening at the edges at his motion. She beamed at the man.Â
Marshallâs heard the stories of Adler. All the manâs monikers. There isnât much anybody at the CIA who hasnât.Â
Someone as cocky and arrogant as Bell following anybody anywhere, let alone Adler? A linguistic and decoder genius that made someone like Felix impressed? Willingly following a wildfire? Marshall wasnât used to someone like that.
Loyal yes. To Jane. To Old Man Woods. He thought he was loyal to the CIA but itâs just a lie. Blindly loyal?
Marshall liked having his eyes wide fucking open, thank you.
And Bell has made it clear just what cliff sheâs willing to fall off of, back first.
Still, he could begrudgingly admit that the woman has her moments where even he thinks sheâs funny. In an irritating kind of way.
Marshall cleared his throat as he checked the hall to their left, flashing at decorative chairs and an elevator that didnât work. For now. They needed that power on.
âYou donât think sheâs upset I used Adler right?â He knew well enough that they didnât have to get along, exactly, to still be able to function well in a team, but it certainly didnât hurt if they werenât at each otherâs throats.Â
He didnât have to see Sev to know she just rolled her eyes at him. âUsing the âdaddy cardâ on a woman never goes well.â
âUh,â he didnât stumble, but it was a near thing. âWhat kind of father-daughter relationship are you seeing?â
Sev whipped her own flashlight at him, almost blinding his eyesâbut he could see her deadpan.
âHavenât had much bed experience in that, have you?â
âWhat...?!âÂ
Sev laughed and Marshall was thankful no one could tell he was blushing. âGet off my back, Sev!â
âTroy Marshall, the good olâ Christian boy. Scared of a little salacious conversation.âÂ
âOh, fuck off, Sev!â
Sev laughed again. The moment made Marshallâs shoulders loosen a little in tension. Still, he feels the weight of leadership.
Had he made the right call?
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âWhat the fuck, what the fuckâ whattheFUCK!â You were running, M16 in hand blood rushing and your eyes(Needles, needles, needles, the red room, the red light, thereâs a bell ringingââWeâve got a a job to doâ) as VC were chasing you. No end to them. They keep popping up. Youâre sweating. The air is humid and hot but all you see are computers and desks and the lab. The lab, the lab, the lab. Tears were going down your cheeks as you ran and shot. Run and shoot. Jump the pits, drag your leadened feet through shallow streams, dodge the snipers in the trees. âRussâŚ!â You yell brokenly, to nothing to no one. Thereâs no one here to hear. âHelpâŚ!â Your voice cracks, dehydrated and exhausted
Your vision is swimming. Itâs being blocked. (Didnât someone tell you to wait by the lobby?) Lobby? No. Trees? Leaves? Foliage.Â
âYou hid in the shadows and took out the VC one by one.â
Right. Yes. Stealth.Â
You picked up a bow. Where did the M16 go? You dropped it. By the other key card.
Key card? Right. Key card. You need the key card. You need the key card to go up.
Up?
NoâŚisnât it through?
âGo through the door, Bell.â
You fall back to the floor as the Red Door lands a foot away from you, almost crushing you. The Red Door kills. The Red Door has secrets.Â
Secrets. A weapon. What weapon? Itâs new. Itâll kill millions.
âWhere is Perseus planning to activate the codes, Bell?â
Perseus. The nukes. Yes. You must stop the nukes.
You get up and go to open the door but itâs locked. You let out a cracked laugh, hand to your face. Only for something cold and hard to smack you. You blink.
Youâre in front of a computer dashboard for keycards. Thereâs the red one in your hand. The second one. You picked it up.
Picked it up? No. You killed VC for them. No. Perseus soldiers. NoâŚAdler?
You killed Adler?
No, no, no, no, no.
âWe gotta job to do, Bell.â
Yes.
You put the keycard in. You see one is still missing of the four. Whereâs your partner?
(Who?)
YouâŚdonât know. Actually, your team died. You were the only survivor. The only survivor of the crash.
Itâs so bright. You canât see. You stumble.
You land on the grass, youâre searching blindly for a weapon. VC are rushing at you! Shooting at you! You use the logs as cover, wood splintering off as bullets narrowly miss you.
You shoot but you keep hearing a ring.
(A bell?)
Why is it ringing?! The gun is broken. Throw it.
A VC throws a dart at you, but itâs not a dart. Itâs a needle. You try to move but youâre stock still, on the ground, you canât moveâyouâre being held down.
You both feel and hear as the needles squelches into your eye.
You scream.
You scream yourself hoarse. Your throat is breaking. Someone is dragging you.
No. Choking. Youâre being choked.Â
You canât breathe! Russ, please! You canât breathe! Please stop! You donât know where Perseus is! Stop!
âBell?! Bell calm down! Sevâshit! Case, Bell?! Stop! Itâs us! Itâs us!â
Thereâs no us. Whereâs Russ?! Whereâs Adler?! You need Adler! You feel something coming out your mouth, it tastes like bile.
âSheâs aspirating! Sev! Hold Case down for a sec.â You feel yourself get rolled over and youâre breathing, no. Choking. Is Russ your friend? If so, where is he? Whereâs Russ? âBell. Iâll call Adler after this. Just stay with me! How did you two even make it up here?âÂ
âMarshall, we have to knock her out.â Someone says, a woman. Park? But sheâs British. You spit at the leftover vomit, adrenaline rush coming back full force. Park or Lazar? Lazar or Park? Who? Who? Who? Save who? âWe canât carry them both like this.â
âShitâŚsorry, hold on Bell.âÂ
Hold? The grapple. Grapple who? You have to choose! Thereâs RPGâs! You struggled, trying to find the rope. Where is it? Where is it?Â
âMarshall, youâre too soft!âÂ
A soldier got you in the head because all you see is black.
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A phone rings.
âYeah?â a voice throaty from smoke use rasped out, smoke exhaled out in that very moment. Casual.
âAdler,â Marshall greeted grimly. The pause the older man made on the other line caused Marshall to bow his head and squeeze the phone, tense.Â
Sev glanced over her shoulder, pausing from her checking on Bell and Case as she drove.Â
âYeah,â Adler said, tone shifting in a word. Something simmered under the surface. Bubbled.
Rip the bandaid, Marshall. Just like mom used to do. Just like what you do for Terry.
Marshall let out a resigned sigh, he knew it wouldnât go over well.Â
âItâs about your girl.âÂ
â... ETA?â
âItâll be another few hours before we arrive. Seven.â
âHave Sev make it five.â Marshall glances at Sev, her acknowledging that she heard with a dip of her head. âAnd Marshall?â
Marshall lined his shoulders up, prepared for whatever the man was about to say. âThe explanation better be good.â
And just like that, the man hung up.
Could someone make such a casual sentence sound like a threat?
Marshall discovered Adler could. On a more light hearted day, he needed to figure out how to do that.
Right now, he had to help his team.
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âWhat the fuck, AdlerâŚ?! I was just asking! Sheâs a part of my team whether she or you like it or not! Why Vietnam?! Case snapped, but not like this!â
Adler saw Troy Marshall had heart, he knew it would be the kidâs demise one day if he didn't change. The weight of it dragging him down. Too much compassion didnât get you far in their world, and he respected those who knew their limits, those who knew they couldnât go any further, the path theyâd begun too treacherous.
But the kid had an uncomfortable amount of balls holding him back, too.
Adler smoked outside the front of the house, despite the rest of Marshallâs âteamâ being an hour out. He wasnât the kind of person to get restless, but he knew he couldnât wait inside the safehouse, Woodsâ heavy glances on him.
He walked up when they put the car in park, his mind going over every scenario again (Sims, this is scenario 17â), wondering exactly how shit hit the fan, what could have possibly happened.Â
She was unconscious in the passenger seat, and Adler listened carefully to Sevâs explanation; sheâd been like this for hoursâsubdued and knocked due to how uncooperative she had been. The few times they noticed Bell was awake, she hadnât reacted to what was going on, or their voices, silent with her head bowed deeply to hide her face.
Adler only pressed his lips in answer to her words, gently taking a hold of Bell. Laid her down on the nearest suitable surfaceâa couch between the weapons bench and main entrance. He leaned on the armrest near her head after grabbing the nearest ashtray and placing it on the side table so he wonât leave her side, his hand combing through her hair as she rested. The contact seemed to soothe, somewhat. The only reaction were her brows forming lines between them, a weak noise escaping her lips.
Adlerâs eyes narrowed beneath his shades before glancing at the others, and he feigned preparing a smoke as he put one between his lips.
Woods wheeled down by the other end of the couch, an obvious frown at the sight of Bell. Her skin was clammy, hair sticking to her forehead, her form bonelessâunrelaxed yet pliant.
Felix came from the side hall of the basement and small bathroom, a hot towel held in a gloved hand, and cautiously maintained distance as he handed it off to Adler. Heâd immediately understood that Bell had been impacted in an unforeseen way. It was apparent the moment Adler had helped her from the car, carrying her into the safehouse.Â
(Look at that, heâd mused. Bell had made a friend of the germaphobe.)Â
Adler nodded in thanks, pressing it to her head as Felix shifted over by the weapons bench, fiddling with the computer there, feigning work but facing the others, silently concerned. Sev leant atop the weapons bench too, lingering after she helped Marshall haul a worse-for-wear Case in the chair near the fireplace; the warmth would do him good.
Adlerâs eyes finally faced Marshall, whose form was stood directly across from Bell, Woods and himself. It felt judicial, in a wayâplaintiff, defendant and witness. Marshall, with a guilty air about himself, stood with a tense look on his face, staring down at Bell before the young man cleared his expression to face Adler.Â
Marshall took one look at Adler and knew he was on borrowed time; he noted that it wouldnât be wise to delay this any further and begun firing off what had happened. Their successful lab entry, followed closely by the mishap with the broken ladder for Case and Bellâtheir gas masks broken, exposing them to the compound-leak in the air.
âThey were contaminated?â Felix asked in alarm, Adler was positive that the had German squeaked from how high his pitch rose. Felixâs eyes moved to and fro, darting from Bell to Case who was leaning his elbows on his knees, hunched over. âYou brought them here?â
âAnd then?â Adler cut off the Germanâs building hysteria as he started muttering in dialect, something of the sächsisch variety, quickly going over the chemistry of most biological agents âespecially those related to the Cradle as defined in the document from Husseinâs palace. He no longer idled at the workbench, clicking away. He needed more details.Â
âAnd thenâŚnothing,â Marshall supplied before straightening his shoulders, and despite it all, Adler was having a tough time seeing the manâit was just a kid hiding in a soldierâs skin. âThe gas released in the lab didnât display any nasty or violent side effects on them. Not like how we inferred back in Husseinâs sick playhouse with the lab tank he had in his basement. So I called itâfor them to continue the mission.â
Woods expression broke a little, leaking disappointment mixed with shock.
âKidâŚâ Woods shook his head.Â
Adlerâs eyes went to Bell, his hand holding the towel to her head before moving it to wipe her cheeks. Similar to a decade ago, a half wit plan based on a whim atop the cliffs, arctic air cutting his cheeks similar to hers.
âWhat do you need me to do, Russ?â
Marshall took his silence for him to continue. Well, for Case to attempt to pick up the rest of the report, given that he was with Bell. Adler faced and assessed Case, who was heavy laden and despite his exhaustionâsequenced the events to the best of his abilities. How Bell immediately seemed to react to the gas, spotting things that werenât there, and while Case had his own issues â he was sparse on providing details, he kept it hidden and focused on Bell, relegating his own reaction as insignificant. Adler picked up that Case was unnervedâonly due to how Caseâs boot was tapping every so often, a muted pattering against the hardwood flooring. The dismissal of his own wellbeingâhis healthâreminded Adler of Bell somehow, before Cuba. How sheâd worked tirelessly in pursuit of her own people.Â
And then Case mentioned it. Vietnam.Â
Damn it all, Adler fumed, throwing away the used cigarette in the ashtray on the floor, lighting another with a flick of his lighter.Â
Bell kept muttering about Vietnam, and an alarmed Case told her to stay by the lobbyâjust until he could retrieve the needed keycards for elevator access, where theyâd meet Marshall and Sev on an upper floor. But he didnât see her when he got them. Only knowing she also went to get keycards when he arrived with the last one from the right side of the lobby.
âVietnamâŚâ Marshall uttered, nodding at Case in thanks as he took over. âWhen me and Sev found Case and Bell seemingâseizingâover Caseâs yelling, Bell kept screaming. But it was justâŚâ Marshall paused, brows furrowing deeply, mind deep in thought as he started to pace with a hand to his head.
âJust what?â Adler asked, impatient. Calming when he felt Bellâs hand try to reach in his periphery. Adler let her take his hand and bring it closer to her face, and shifted slightly against the armrest of the couch to accommodate the movement.
Marshall stopped, turning towards him.
âShe was⌠it sounded like she was calling for you, Adler. Andâand not to you, but for youâ pleading for you to stopâŚâ he paused momentarily. âTo stop whatever you were doing. And Perseus.â Adler felt her hand tense around his, her nails pressing crescent indents into the back of his palm in stress. âWhy would she mention Perseus? I thought that guy was handled back in â84.â
Adler felt Woods glance.Â
Adler took a long drag, embers lightning his face before he exhaled.
âDidnât Bell explain anything to you guys on her background?â
Marshall scoffed, incredulity breaking through concerned perplexity.Â
âTch, no. Sheâs been tightlipped since we caught her slither out that bunker she cracked opened. Most she ever talked is how she got more involved in the field after â84. She didnât specify what part of the underground exactly, just that she did.â
He could work with this.
And Woods would cover, too.
Adler glanced at Woods, a small frown around his cigarette.
âDidnât tell them how you knew Bell, Woods? Despite how she helped save the free world with us? Thought you liked her.â
Woods shrugged, a sarcastic quirk of his lips.
âWhat can I say, I like to take all the glory.âÂ
Adler managed a quick smirk, seeing how Woods will play along, before shifting and taking another drag. All eyes on him as he gathered his thoughts, the timeline, fact and fiction.
Time for a story.Â
âA story? I donât knowâŚWill this really work, Adler?â
He made it work for a decade. He just needsâŚsome extra exposition for new audience members. Heâll make it work.
He thumbed the back of Bellâs hand before beginning.
âBell extended her services to us a decade ago. Information came out that the man we all thought was Perseus had nuke codes that will kill millions. Bell was an ex-KGB operative that heard about it through mutual friends.â
Woods nodded. It was easy to build off of truth, not hers, but rather the countless other soviet defectors theyâd recruited throughout the Cold War. âJust like another KGB operative that was sick of the Sovietâs shit. Belikov helped us out there too.â
Adler took an another drag, exhaling as he made a small glance towards Case under his side shades. This was where he had to be careful. He wasnât sure what exactly Case remembered or how much he withheld.
âShe helped with that fiasco. During that time, I took her under my wing you can say. After that, she went to semi retirement. She just wanted to help us with Perseus. We let her go on her way. She accomplished what she was meant to.â Adler could feel the pistol in his gloved hands, speech over and done with. Before he paused. A camera. Thoughts of books. Of a story. He remembered how he cursed in his head before he rationalized the opportunity. For an ear on the other side. âIt didnât stay that way. After the debacle of sleeper agents in â84, she took a more active role again instead of working on decryptions and linguistics. She reached out to me. After that, itâs history.â
Marshall turned over the information in his head while Sev quietly mused to Felix that no wonder he got along with Bell; they were both homebodies with the their tech at one point. Felix rolled his eyes before he tore his gaze from the computer to look at Adler.
âCurious, though. Case mentioned that Bell kept going on about Vietnam.â Felix quickly glanced over at Bell. âImpossible it was for that war. Too young.â
âEhhhh,â Sev interrupted, hand to her cheek. âMight be. Never doubt a womanâs skincare routine. She was ex-KGB wasnât she? Perhaps they sent her there when they already took over in Vietnam for a mission before she defected.â
âNo,â Marshall said, raising a hand with pointer finger up, shaking his head slowly before gaining speed just as his hand moved up and down. âNo, Case made it seem way more serious than a backwards one time mission in Vietnam. Something about your explanation is fishy.â
Adler rose a brow, free hand grabbing his cigarette.
âFishy, huh? Whatâs fishy is how youâre leading this team to the ground, kiddo. Youâre not exactly impressing me with your false macho bullshit.â
Marshall stilled. Everyoneâs eyes now on the two of themâAdlerâs inscrutable expression and Marshall appearing as if he were seconds away from snapping.
âWhat the fuck, AdlerâŚ?! I was just asking! Sheâs a part of my team whether she or you like it or not! Why Vietnam?! Case snapped, but not like this!â
To his knowledge, Adler thought. Case was more secretive than he let on.
âJust asking. Right. And your team?â Adler didnât spit the word out, buts itâs a near thing with how icy he says it. Adler scoffed. âYouâre lucky the world is facing a threat because I would take Bell and myself away from this. Or start calling the shots myself.â
Marshallâs eyes flashed, taking a step forward. Adlerâs eyes narrowed at the kid getting near Bellâs body on the couch with so much emotion. This was already a fucking mess and the last thing he needed was for it to turn violent.Â
âWhatââ
âMarshall!â Woods snapped. Marshall tried to take a deep breath before turning towards Woodsâwho only shook his head. âLay off of him, would ya? Bellâs his protege and you fucked up. Bell will tell the rest of her story if she wants to tell you.â
Marshallâs hands clenched at his sides, while everyone else watched. Sev and Case looked in a more subdued fashion, whereas Felix made no attempt to hide his wide stare.Â
âYou wonât get answers to anything with the way youâre acting. You earn answers. And with the stunt you pulled?â Adler added, taking a major inhale, his third cigarette throughout this ordeal. Hold gentle around Bellâs hand despite the tension. âConsider yourself on the blacklist of needing to know.âÂ
Marshall opened his mouth before glancing at Bell. He relaxed, clicking his mouth shut.Â
âFine. But justâŚyou can help her right? Your girl?â
âOf course. Now go, Marshall.â Adler moved and scooped her up, bridal style as she turned her face into his chest, blinking languidly as he made for the stairs. She mightâve mumbled something against him, despondent. He paused on a step, aware of their audience that had yet to disperse. âDonât come in my room unless you want a bullet lodged in your head. Woods?â
âAy, ay. You heard the chain smoker, everyone. Now stop hanging around like itâs a play and get to work!â
Adler entered his room and laid Bell atop his bed. He brushed her hair slightly with his thumb off of her face.Â
He sighed.
âThis is a shit show. But I got you, Bell. I got you.â
ââŚRâŚussâŚ?â
Adlerâs hand dipped to your parted mouth, you tried hard to open your eyes.
âEasy.â Adler shushed, a light kiss to her forehead. âItâs me. I have you.â
ââŚâNaâŚmâ Adler watches your lip trembling, a tear going down your cheek. âVCâŚHue CityâŚâ
âThatâs a long time ago. Weâre not there anymore. That war is over.â
Bell let out a choked sound. Adler couldnât tell if it were a sob of despair or relief. Perhaps both.Â
âSoâŚrealâŚâÂ
âYeah?â Adler grabbed her hand, placing it over his scarred cheek while he hung his shades from his collar. âAs real as this feels?â
Bells eyes fluttered open and Adler finally took a look at them. Blown wide yet hazy. Not here. Adler did his best to not get affected by it. She didnât need that.
Bell thumbed the scar on his chin.Â
âPerâŚseus. Heâs real.â
âHeâs dead. He canât get us,â Adler intoned, a quick kiss to her palm. âNothing can get us. Iâm here.â
This time, Bell did let out a cry. Pulling her hand away so she could hide her eyes and turn her back to him.
âYou. You can get me. Needles. ItâŚhurt.â
Adler pressed his lips together, aborted further attempts to grab Bell again but remained seated on the bed. She seemed to seek his presence before, on the couch.Â
âDo you want me to leave?â
Bell shot up, much faster than Adler would have been comfortable with, but before he could nag her she yelled a loud, âno!â
Bell blinked out her fear, instead looking down and not meeting his eyes, clenching her hands around the sheets.
âNo⌠stay⌠please?â
Adler didnât need much convincing. He hasnât seen you like this in a long time.Â
âScoot over a bit. And lay back down for me. You need to rest.â Bell did so, almost falling over with how much room youâre willing to give him. Sacrificing your comfort for his. Adler sighs at it. Back to square one again with their relationship. So hard to make it seem even between them and sheâs back to this. Adler laid down but motioned his hand at her to come closer. âCome closer. Youâll fall.â
Bell looked hesitant. Eyes going back and forth from his hands to his jacket pockets to his shades. As if searching for something.
He sighed again before slowly sitting up, taking his jacket off and emptying out the pockets she kept glancing at; he threw everything useless onto the floor.
âI donât have anything. Come, Bell. I wonât hurt you.â
Bell bit her lip, jittery eyes meeting his even ones.
âNeedles?â
âNo.â
âMK-Ultra.â
âNo,â he repeated evenly again. He didnât need it for her. He wasnât lying.Â
Bell placed a hand to her left shoulder, hesitating.
âBullet?â
ââŚokay. Only for you, Adler. Just donât miss the shot.â
Adlerâs eyes tightened, closing before opening them again to meet hers.
âNo. Never again. I need you to rest, Bell.â
ââŚokay. Whatever you say, Adler.â
Something twists in his stomach but she clambered closer to him, much closer than he thought she would. Head tucked into his neck and arm thrown over him, he could feel your tears on his skin. Adler can only slowly and gently lay a hand on your waist to not scare you off.Â
Heâll let you rest. But later, he needs to know what happened.
For now though, Adler felt Bellâs deep inhaleâas if wishing to memorize his scent and felt her breath on his neck. For now.Â
âSleep for me, Bell.âÂ
He felt her eyelashes flutter against his skin, eyes closing in answer.
For now, his girl needed rest.
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Youâre off-kilter.Â
Not only because you canât go down to the bunker anymore(red room, red room, Red DoorââNormal forms of interrogation werenât working.â), or be anywhere near all the televisionsâfrom the living room to the security feed (you flinch as napalm struck, a near deafening roar in your ears, diving for cover from the flamesâonly for Woods to coax you out from under his cot, your limbs trembling as you realized it was just the thunder that struck outside, before distracting you with a story with him and Mason and Masonâs sonâDavid. Your fear and blood pumping slowing at the look Woods has in his eyes. Sad yet proud at a boy whoâll soon be a man. Your dignity was saved that the others were in the training grounds or the kitchen.), but because you canât even go on the mission with Russell (Adler? Your old friend. Not old friend. Liar. Adler always lies. âYou have to stay, Bell. Iâll handle Gusev. Trust me.â Adler always lies. You were pathetic how you wished for you to go, or him to stay, weak for even asking just once. Back to severe co-dependency. As if Adlerâs plan of forcing you to be independent and make your own plans never happened. Back to not only wanting to be near him but needing him near you. Needy for praise. Adler finally having you to let go of the lapels of his jacket with his breath to your ear, âYou can do anything, Bell. You can handle this for me, ĐşŃĐ°ŃиваŃ. Stay and help me watch the kids from killing each other while Iâm gone. You will, wonât you?â Of course. You can do that for Adler. â Anything for Adler. â Youâre living for him alone. â) and at least help the others in the casino with the heist live on the ground.Â
You feel useless.Â
You can still help in the technology side of things, but what good is that when half of the tech in the safehouse is underground? Underground where your dread compounds, heart racing to the point it hurts. Ears ringing, your shallowed breathing doing nothing to help your panic.
Each time you blink, something skitters on the screen, reminders of a war you shouldnât rememberâof imposed pain that was never yours.
So yes. You may be moping.Â
It doesnât help you are still upset at Marshall for Caseâs treatment back in the mission. But it does help to distract you from your miserable trauma youâre trying to shake away, because the man upsets you again about Caseâs role in this mission.
You heard the plan from your spot near Woods cot, the both of you going over necessary supplies and exfil. Your head whipped back at them as Case just stood(Always just standing there. Willingly being led like a lamb to slaughter. You would do anything for, Adler. You did. You killed a man because you knew Adler would prefer his death over capture.) and seemed satisfied at the plan in place. Perfectly willing to be a tool.
âWaitâCase is going to be part of the bait of this mission?â You ask incredulous, hands tight around the binder Woods gave you to look over. The older man was staring at the side of your head, but you ignored it as you stood. âEven after what happened? It wasnât just me that went through that gas.â
They all turned their heads from the evidence board towards you, Sev shifting on the desk she was sitting on.Â
âTrue. But Caseâs bender that accompanied your horrible acid trip has calmed.â
Marshall nodded at Sevâs words, putting the folder in his hands to his side for a moment as he slightly shook Caseâs shoulder with a smile, his touch lightâcompanionable. It nearly made you frown.
âCase wouldâve told us if we couldnât depend on him, anyways. Iâve known Case for years and heâs one strong motherfucker. Ainât that right, Case?â
Case chose silence as his answer. You noticed he hadnât stopped looking at you with a slight frown since you spoke up, a subtle downturn of his lips.
(Why were you defending him? He didnât care. You wanted to punch him for it.)
He was scared. Heâs a person.Â
âNow all the subject needs is a name.â
Heâs a person .Â
Felix cleared his throat to gather attention, leaning on the desk behind his favorite computer screen, looking as apprehensive as you felt towards all of this.Â
âI do share your concerns, Bell. Made it apparent to Marshall here.â Felix tipped his head towards the man for show; Marshall looked away in turn, letting go of Caseâs shoulder at Felixâs stare before the German turned towards you, a bleak turn of the lips. âBut, I digress. The short half-life of the gas indicates itâs in neither of your systemâs anymore, although I am having trouble sleeping at night despite thatââ Felix couldnât help but add.
âGet to the point, Felix,â Sev cut off, exasperated.Â
âRight.â Felix looked miffed at the interruption before he gave you an understanding expression. âCase has demonstrated he is capable for a mission such as this, and has insisted on it the moment Marshall mentioned it. There are no obvious side effects displayedâunlike what we have observed in you, Bell.â
âThanks,â you cracked sarcastically, too tired and self-deprecating to snap that you werenât useless. But for the life of you, you couldnât help but meet Caseâs eyes with your searching ones. âThat true, Case? Able to take a few punches for the team? I see that Marshall isnât volunteering for thatâwilling to play some cards instead.â
âYou know the kid isnât like that, Bell,â Woods defended, because of course he did. You saw what Woods sawâa mirror of the veteranâs younger days. But it was different;Â Woods wouldnât treat Mason like how Marshall treated Case. How everyone treated Case. How Case treated Case. âCase has insisted that what happened was no big deal. Hell, the guyâs invincible like that. Almost like me.â Woods tried to joke, to make you crack a smile. You didnât.
Only stared at Case.
How long would he be quiet?
(You were quiet about seeing Vietnam on screens a decade ago. A secret. You didnât want to disappoint Adler. Seen as soft. Something to throw away.)
What are you trying to do, Case? You wonder, spotting how Caseâs jaw twitched in discomfort at your assessing gaze. What are you trying to prove? To who?
Marshall took a step towards you, hand to his chest in defense and obviously on the defensive.
âWhat makes you think Iâm just throwing Case to the wolves, Bell? Just cause at what happened in that last mission doesnât mean I donât care about my team mates.â Your hand twitched at your side. You could picture it. Socking the young man in the jaw. Maybe that would spur Case out of this pitiful pit heâs put himself. Marshall took a breath, fingers pinching the bridge of his nose before facing you, eyes open and full of regret. You couldnât help but glance at it. âLook, Iâm sorry. Iâm so sorry about what happened down there, Bell. That was the wrong call. But thisâthis plan is the right call. We need to help Adler find Gusev and the casino is the key, whatever is in B24 is the key.â
Your lips thinned before scoffing and looking away, waving a hand at him in dismissal. Despite the obvious manipulation once moreâyouâll give him some leeway due to his own obvious betrayal of one he saw as a friend.(See how it feels? A part of you thought with petty yet cruel satisfaction.)
âYeah, yeah fine. Do what you guys want.â
You turned back to work with Woods, trying not to silently stew and focus on what Woods was saying and ignoring his stares. When the others moved to leave the room, you did stop Case from moving by the evidence board; grabbing his wrist firmly, opening your mouth to speak quietly.
âCase, what are youââ
But he beat you to the punch as he connected your gazes, causing you to falter at Caseâs incredulous irritation.
âWhy do you keep fighting?â Â
âIââ you blinked rapidly. âWhat?â
âWhy do you keep fighting?â Case repeated, his tone growing more bewildered each time he spoke. You wondered for a second if he thought you were purposely trying to challenge Marshallâs authorityâas if you you found amusement in destabilizing the dynamic of the team. âWhatâs the point in what youâre doing? Itâs easier to just accept it.â
âBreaking a subjects will and erasing their mind is a difficult and painful process.â
Your eyes slit, tightening the hold around Caseâs wrist.
âWhat?â
Case shook his head, he almost looked like he was pleading with you.
âJust stop. Just accept. Is that so hard?â
You bit the inside of your lip so you wouldnât reach for his throat to tear it outâitâd be much more merciful than this pitiful display.
(Itâs been so long since you wonderedâyour fate if you just talked. Confessed. Where did loyalty get you? To Adler, you answer, sure. But where did that leave you? To Adler, you answer, pathetically, longingly.)
It slapped you in the face, what pissed you off so much about Case. It disarmed you, making your hold loosen around his wrist and letting him escape with a final yet tense incredulous look towards you over his shoulder.
The way you easily fold for Adler, despite your natural loyalty and cognitive dissonance acting up on how exactly he got that loyalty from what occurred a decade agoâcompared to Case who folded for all, found it easier to just accept than fight, unlike you.
Your loyalty was fictitious, then earned through yearsâfalsehoods and reality mixing. You followed only the one, whether it was pre MK-Ultra or afterâyou would do everything and anything for the one you call yours.
Caseâjust took the easiest route in life and followed whomever. He couldnât see himself fighting for one sideâeven if that side was himself. He did whatever was asked of him, no matter the consequence. The willing doormat welcoming all types of scrapes and scuffs off of shoes.
Dangerous, you thought. It made you sick.Â
Your stomach only turned further at the thought of how long, or rather how quickly, it would take Adler to realize the same thing about Case.
You didnât know from what.
You needed a distraction before your mind connected to what exactly Adler would do with a perfect soldier like Caseâwandering after you finished with Woods for something to do. Only to find Felix in his customary spot, his favorite computer set up. You moved to join him, your presence usually welcome behind the computers, like always before the man raised a gloved hand at you, so sudden it nearly startled you.Â
You wondered if he had a job for you, if you were needed elsewhere.Â
âPlease keep your distance,â the German said tersely. Blunt. âI rather like dreaming of unicorns and rainbows and not general horrors of my life.â
Ouch. You raised your hands in mock surrender, lips twisted up.
âI get it. Sorry.â
ââŚoh. Here.â He picked up a floppy disk and threw it in your general direction, you managed to catch it haphazardly. âTake a look at that please. Itâs the encryption system the casino uses for their facility and I have exhausted enough time on that with no improvement.â Felix took a breath and he actually looked pained as he met your stare. âIâm stuck. I, Felix Neumann, finally admit I am stuck and need your help. Donât rub it in my face.â
Your mouth parted at him, throwing his pride away so easily when they were in a childish and ego inducing competition before.
ââŚyou want me to?â
âThat gas really did a number on you.â Felix said in answer before giving you a shooing motion towards the computer by Sev. âGo. And donât come near me till you finish that.â
You decided to take a quick look at Sevâs computer, raising your brow dubiously and throwing him a rising smirk.
âEasy as pie. Didnât the Stasi train you forââ
âOh. Good. Youâre alive and back. Please leave before finishing that sentence and I decide to not be courteous to you.â
You crack a small smile, just an iota.
ââŚthanks.â
Felix made a noise, but outside of itânothing. You decided to put your big boots on and help.Â
Enough with the moping and Case; time to actually help.
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Case really wanted a towel.
Blood stuck on his face and neck, firm and baked on by the sweltering heat of Iraq. It stuck no matter how much he tried to wipe it with gloved handsâthe gloves werenât much better off. He paused from trying to wipe, eyes observing the way the copper stained deep in his gloves. How it wanted to get deeper. Past the cloth. Past his skinâentering the flesh and in turn the muscles and making him squeeze. His fingers furled unconsciously.Â
âYou can dispose of him now.â
(ââŚĚˇt̡̡h̡̡e̡ ̡d̡̡o̡̡c̡̡t̡̡o̡̡r̡, ̡g̡̡e̡̡t̡ ̡t̡̡h̡̡e̡ ̡d̡̡o̡̡c̡̡t̡̡o̡̡r̡!â Very good, Case, the voice in his headâfemaleâsaid. But it wasnât in his head. Not then. She was right thereâshe said to kill himâhisâhisâ)
His vision turned, pain shooting through his temples, quick and short. Not enough for an obvious wince, but for him to squeeze the hand in front of him into a tight fist.
âHow we doing, Case?â He turned to face Adler who was sitting in front of him on the back of the army supply truck they were in. Rolling along back to the outskirts of the camp that Captain Sims was in(âBoth of you can get out of my sight! Weâre done, Adler! I donât want you to set one motherfuckinâ toe on my grounds after that stunt!â) but separate from the commander. Case didnât think they might be friends anymore; he didnât understand why. Gusev needed to be disposed(̡D̡̡i̡̡d̡ ̡h̡̡i̡̡s̡ ̡b̡̡r̡̡o̡̡t̡̡h̡̡e̡̡r̡?). Adler, as always, seemed unaffected at what transpiredâa smoke around his mouth with blood visibly on the base of neck, stains all over the front of his uniform. His shades half-heartedly cleaned from stubborn wiping, accompanied by Adlerâs mild muttering annoyance, the most emotion Case has heard, save for the older manâs disappointed tone toward his old friend, hearing him mutter about needing cleaning wipes. âHold on. Here,â Adler reached into the back pocket of his pants, a hand towel already soiled(thatâs how his face was mostly clean, mustâve been when Case was still staring at the dismembered lower half of Gusevâs body, whereas Sims was focused more on the man.) and tossed it at him.Â
Case caught it, giving him a quiet thanks and nod of appreciationâdespite the towel already being used. Heâs thankful he just has it. Itâs the same manâs blood theyâre wiping off, after all. No need to turn his nose up at that.
Adler took a deep inhale, embers quickly eating up the cigarette before he tapped off the edge to the side.
âThanks for that back there.â Case glanced at the man, Adlerâs tone still light but appreciative. Holding weight. âI know it caused a mess on ya. Tried to take the brunt of Gusevâs guts before Sims attempted something else.â Adler cracked a light smirk. âDidnât want him to have something else to complain about. Having a manâs blood literally on his hands, whether true or not, wouldâve pushed Sims over the edge.â
Case believed it would.Â
When Adler gave the order to kill(̡D̡̡i̡̡s̡̡p̡̡o̡̡s̡̡e̡) Gusev, Case wasnât watching anyone else. His vision blurring, his ears seeming to deafen his surroundings and only focus on Gusevâs erratic breathing and final pleaâonly for Sims to grab Case back. Unluckily for the man that reminded Case of Marshall, the momentum of grabbing Caseâs shoulder instead of Gusev and his inattention to Adlerâs subtle movement of destabilizing Gusevâs feetâit caused a short, curdling yell within the propeller. The metal squeaking in protest much worse than when Adler threw a rock in itâblood spraying upon Caseâs front. Adler managed to shield Sims and Case from the majority of it, the sound of the skull thumping around and metal cutting through bones and flesh echoing in Caseâe ears. Case watching as the manâs top half was gone, only everything from the waist down was untouchedâoutside the guts and skin trying to stay attached to said dead scientists waist. All while Sims went off on Adler.Â
The manâs only defense is that heâGusev, that isâslipped.
Sims used Case as his witness, pointing at him as Sims was in Adlerâs face about to wallop his old friend. The only indication the man gave at his friendâs anger was the mild frown on his lips.
Except, Case didnât do what Sims wanted. Agreeing that Gusev slipped. Sims snapped his head from Adler to him faster than blade cutting through bone(Not funny. ̡J̡̡u̡̡s̡̡t̡ a̡ ̡l̡̡i̡̡t̡̡t̡̡l̡̡e̡.), face practically all snarl. Adler raising a brow in reaction behind the manâs back at Caseâs defense.
Sims cursed at him almost nearly as much as he did Adler once he let a few seething breaths in(âAnother copy of you, Adler. Fantastic. Both of you trying to bullshit meâŚ?!â) before he couldnât stand the sight of themâor the bodyâanymore. Despite Adlerâs weighted words towards Sims it became personal, it actually making the Captain pause before he walked away, a shake of his head and a disbelieving huff through his nose. (âEverything and everyone is personal to you with how much youâve done the same dance. Well. Iâm not willing to do the shitty Macarena with you anymore!â)Â
Case looked out from the open back of the truck, watching the scenery of fire and tanks in the distanceâexplosions and gunshots and stealth bombers dull in his ears.Â
âYou donât have to thank me,â Case dismissed as he wiped his face particularly roughly. Without a mirror, he wasnât sure how much blood was still caked onâbut he could feel it. âGusev was a danger to millions. I understand.â Adler hummed, Case glancing at the man to see a brow quirked above his shades at the words. Surprised? Why? ââŚhave you done gruesome kills before? Or was this a special case for Bell?â
Adlerâs cigarette was in his lips for a quick puff as he answered, the smoke being breathed out with every word.
âVietnam had no shortage of those. And it was easier to just throw him in there since we kept waving the threat in his face,â Adler did a half shrug, as if it was normal to throw people into propellers out of convenience. A walk in the park for a man like him. Americaâs Monster. (âItâs gonna scare you off if you see it?â No. He isnât scared. Heâs sure now where a man like Russell Adler lies. ââ̡S̡̡e̡̡e̡? ̡H̡̡e̡â̡s̡ ̡a̡ ̡m̡̡o̡̡n̡̡s̡̡t̡̡e̡̡r̡, ̡l̡̡i̡̡k̡̡e̡ ̡t̡̡h̡̡e̡ ̡r̡̡e̡̡s̡̡t̡ ̡o̡̡f̡ ̡t̡̡h̡̡e̡̡m̡.â)âBell had a part to play in that, true. But I wouldâve wanted the man dead anyways. He made a deadly weapon that will kill millions. What happened to Bell in that mission however, sealed his fateâSims or no Sims. Bell wouldâve done the same for me. Maybe worse.â
Case frowned in thought, looking down. He knew Bell was loyal to Adlerâgreatly. He didnât doubt Adlerâs words; her loyalty was sound, based on what heâd overheard when Sev asked her, after the casino mission, prodding for more details. Felix in the living room, as well, while he and Marshall were in next room over. (âNosy,â he heard her mutter as she passed by him, knowing innately how much he strained his ears, getting as close as he could without appearing obvious. Marshall trying to make light of her word and tone, said animatedly âWhat? I didnât do anything, I swear!â Bell wasnât amused, her brow rising at Marshall before moving on. At least the cold shoulder was mutual between them both; Case didnât like her eyes on him anymore.) How she expounded that Adler saved her from the CIA, not wishing for someone like her to work with them despite other KGB operatives under their paycheck. Mightâve had to do with her connections to Perseusâand how sheâd discovered those plans, Case guessed. That the man was the only reason she was alive, and why sheâll reciprocate everyday for him for that.Â
âShe doesnât like me much,â Case confessed before he could rein in the words. Before he could get bewildered at the action and stop, he kept going with far much more emotion than he planned. His verbal deconstruction of her behavior spilling from his lips, now that there was somebody to tellâMarshall was his friend, sure, but Case always was the listener between the two of them. He didnât mind. âShe finds me odd, despite also saying we are similar somehow.â
Adlerâs brow quirked, a smirk pulling his lips.
âOh? Thatâs strange. After the stunt you pulled in getting me out the black site, you wouldâve earned her respect there; Bell can be hard to please until you prove herself. Although,â Adler nodded his head absently while taking a drag, âshe doesnât like Marshall at all. Canât say I blame her; she holds on to grudges tighter than a knuckle duster in a bar fight. Spiteful woman,â Adler chuckled softly to himself as he exhaled the smoke. He shifted on the seat of the wooden bench, the truck driving over bumps and sand hills that could be felt between them both before Adler faced Case again, shades hiding his eyesâyet Case couldnât help but feel as if their gazes were meeting. âNever thanked you for watching out for her down there. Or trying to with the circumstances. Pretty calm despite having to inhale gas as part of a mission.â
Caseâs skin pricked.Â
âIt was a necessary mission. Marshall needed us,â Case evenly answered, acutely aware of the subterfuge that accompanied Adlerâs reputation, Marshall had fumed about itâmade a show of establishing authority over it. âAnd I did my best with Bell but⌠the circumstances of her disappearing when I came back were unforeseen. I am sorry for not doing better.â
ââŚmm hmm.â At the absent hum, Case felt a spark of offense. âSpeaking of Marshall, howâre you going to break it to him about Gusev? Youâve been friends with him for years, right? Based on what Iâve seen, his stomach might turn at that.â
This felt familiar.
âIf it was ordered to do something the exact opposite of what Marshall would do, would you do it?â
Ah. That was why.
Adler was doing what Bell had. But unlike him feeling seen by Bell, with Adler it was different. It was as if⌠itâs an unmasking.
âI donât see why Marshall would be involved at all in changing the events that happened.â
âAnd what event is that?â Adler asked, leaning slightly forward to tap away the ash of his cigarette.
âGusev slipped.â
It was silent as Adler searched his gaze, for what, Case couldnât say. When Adler appeared to have found what he was looking for, both his brows rose upâthe most surprised heâs seen on the stoic man.Â
âThat he did, Case. That he did.â His brows settled, a victorious ghost of a smile around his cigarette as he leaned back in his seat. âYouâre one hell of an interesting soldier.â
(âI think youâre going to make one hell of an operative, Case One.â At whose dispense? After whose sacrifice? ̡H̡̡i̡̡s̡ ̡b̡̡r̡̡o̡̡t̡̡h̡̡e̡̡r̡ ̡w̡̡a̡̡s̡̡n̡â̡t̡ ̡s̡̡u̡̡p̡̡p̡̡o̡̡s̡̡e̡̡d̡ ̡t̡̡o̡ ̡d̡̡i̡̡e̡. âWe were the first and last trial volunteer.â No he ̡wa̡̡s̡̡n̡â̡t̡!)
He had to say it. He had to.
He couldnât hide this anymore!
Case opened his mouth like he did with Woods, about to spill everythingâjust as how Gusevâs guts were actively being spilled on the runwayâto confess. Bell had already seen him and Adler is looking through, he has to say it!
What happened a decade agoâ
We canât talk about it, the female voice in his head interrupted harshly, his vision turning orange and yellow at the edges and another sharp pang shooting through his temples in warning. Remember?Â
(âRemember your training, Case One. You can never speak of the Cradle program. Or the Pantheon division. Never. Doing so could have unpredictable consequences.â)
âHere. Have a smoke, Case.â Case blinked away his blurry vision to find Adler offering a cigarette from his expensive brand, he either hadnât noticed Caseâs mental struggle or made a point in not mentioning it.Â
Case took it and put it in his mouth dutifully, not bothering to say he didnât smoke to Adler who was already lighting it for him. Taking an inhale through a cough. Not the worst substance his lungs have been subjected to, still unpleasant.Â
âThe expensive brands are stronger.â Adler said in answer to Caseâs difficulty, but his tone suggested that he wasnât ignorant to Caseâs inexperience. More⌠knowing. âEnjoy it, Case. We have quite a ways to go.â
Case frowned at the cigarette in his hand, eyes narrowed at the ashes already gathering at the end.Â
This was one of the strangest orders heâs ever received.
Because Adler didnât offer it, did he?Â
â â â â â â â â â â â â â â â â â â â â â â
âYouâre quite adept at this. Using a virus and handing the floppy disk carrying it to Sevati, not only to take out their radar but for their computer and security system to do what we please. Leaving no stone unturned, as they say.â
âI do love it when you give me random compliments, Felix,â you responded with a smirk, typing away on the laptop and maintaining your balance on the moving helicopter as they flew over the Vorkuta camp, awaiting on the others as they facilitated the ground assault. âAlthough I can do without the surprise in your tone. Lessens the impact of your words. You should work on that.â
You could barely hear Felixâs mutter through the comms as he manoeuvred the helicopter around in the cockpit, but you were able to catch âArroganz ist die Schwester der Einsamkeit.â
Perhaps too soon with an inner wince, still in mental recovery due to the gas (not so much hallucinations outside of the auditory ones your mind foolishly created when in the safehouse, or when using the training course. Still, no T.V. The nightmares havenât stopped.) but Felix meant no harm, innocently blunt, and you can roll with the punches easily enough with humor as your defense.Â
âAwwww, what happened to you saying us traitors of socialist regimes should stick together?â you replied back in German. âHere I thought we had a connection, ТОваŃиŃ.â
âPutting words in my mouth and twisting it, I see,â Felix replied with distaste as he circled back around towards Vorkuta, spotting that they were still in the clear from any more possible reinforcements. âFabrication, typische KGB.â
You snickered as you typed and watched the security footage, monitoring closely that Adler and the team below were on the right track. Clearly hearing the man was just putting up a front to keep up their false rivalry, the back and forth of using words such as âadept,â âacceptable,â âadequateâ or âsatisfactoryâ when it comes to judging the othersâ more than mediocre skills. God forbid you actually tell the man youâre impressed at his abilities without even having to go out in the field; Itâd ruin this whole dynamic youâre going for!
âŚperhaps you were a little shit, like Woods always says.Â
Adler only implies âbrattyâ to you. (Donât focus on what happened the night prior after Russ told you the news of Gusevâs death. Your cheeks pricked anyways. Adler doesnât always lie. Not much anymore.)Â
You couldnât help it with Felix however. You liked the man. Didnât mean you trusted, too soon for that (you only trust one man implicitly and wholly, always. Ironic due to the circumstances around it, you realize, but youâve had a decade to accept it. Youâd give Woods second on your very small list, however.) but you genuinely enjoyed the manâs presence.
And a fellow intellectual! Those were becoming rarer and rarer nowadays.Â
You couldnât help but overhear the conversation between him and Sev the other night after the casino mission(Case did as well but he just stood there saying nothing and not adding onto the conversation, soon leaving after Felix told him âNot now, Case.â) as you were entering back into the house, only to pause. Passing by a self-righteous Sev and the bowed head of Case(Look at him, a mere shadow on the wallâwishing to not be seen by me. Too fucking bad. â ĂĚľĚÍĚ Ě¸ĚĚŹĚĹĄĚˇĚ Ěè̡ĚĚĚeĚľĚ˘Í ĚˇÍĚĚy̸̹̰̿Ě
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ĚĚ.â), you grabbing a book you left on the table near the bay windows. You got near Felix, who was still warming himself by the barrel fire, and leaned your back against the banister.Â
Once he protested about your presence and not wishing to âpuff our peacock feathersâ right now, only for you to say that you werenât as you turned a pageâhe calmed, brows relaxing as he turned back to looking at the fire in thought. The only sounds between you two being of the crack of the fire or a turning of your page. It didnât take long before Felix decided to speak first about your choice of reading. Making a snide comment about Nietzsche with you replying with a brow raised if he had something against the Ubermensche philosophy, before you winced. The meaning of what it was meant for, and Felixâs concerns about himself, not connecting until you said the sentence. Too soon; you opened your mouth for an apologyâonly for him to snort at you. Yes. Snort. Felix. Instead bringing it back to you if you disagreed being called Sharikov from Bulgakovâs Heart of a Dog. It made you smile.Â
It didnât take long for the both of you to go back and forth, all the authors that had commentary about their home countryâs view of communist and socialist ideals. The conversation shifting somehow to Adler and his plan of contacting someone from CENTCOM.
âHow likely do you think that this contact will assist?â
At this point, you joined Felix already closer to the fire with your book in the waistband of your pants, the lighting too poor to continue on reading, anyway. Staring at how the flames moved with a pensive yet confident expression.
âAdler is always two steps ahead. Despite hisâŚwell, what others call recklessnessâhe plans very well.âÂ
âYou respect that about him,â Felix pointed out, making you hum distractedly, your smile turning a little softer (âAre you enjoying this? Youâre risking the entire operation unnecessarily.â âItâs not unnecessary, itâs calculated.â). ââŚvery intriguing. A love story between a CIA agent and ex-KGB. Was that possibly another reason the CIA wanted you dead and for Adler to do it?â
You snorted, hands rubbing to get more heat.Â
âWeâre not like Sev you know. Shame about what happened with her though...â You frowned, momentarily thinking of what you would do if Adler died. You moved on quickly to not dwell on it. Itâs a thought youâve had often, you already knew how you would react. âAnd if youâre hinting if I was trying to seduce him⌠no. I wasnât. I just felt that him and I⌠we clicked. Itâs odd. Not many can feel a connection like thisâknowing the other innately and how they think. Itâs likeâŚwe knew each other for years.â Youâre getting too close. You had to be careful. Your lips formed a sharp smirk as you met Felixâs eyes over the fire. âToo bad for the CIA however; Adler didnât want to play their game.â
âTwo steps ahead,â Felix reiterated.Â
You nodded. âTwo steps ahead. I aim for the same. Maybe even three.â You couldnât help but add, cocky, âthat may be my Soviet side trying to prove my superiority, however.â
The man didnât roll his eyes but it was a near thing.
âArroganz.â
Your grin sharpened.
âХпаŃийО.â
When the two of you went in, Felix added a quiet yet heavy âthank you.â You threw him a mischievous look over your shoulder, brow raised. âWhatever for? Us traitors need to stick together.â
Your eyes carefully watched the security footage, the ground team now having infiltrated the sub-levels of the former gulag. Until they split. Caseâby himself; your eyes narrowed before removing a transmitter, disguised as a landline phone, from your jacket to listen in.
You werenât joking with Felix. You liked maintaining a three-step lead.
And after what you saw when Marshall, Adler, and Case came back from Kuwaitâstraight after the plan being made for Vorkuta (Case stopped you after you⌠âspokeâ with Adler by the cliffs, catching you when Adler has already gone up to their room. Looking desperate, which made you pause from your disgusted sneer on your face. Except, he didnât say anything. Opening his lips as if he would talk, but nothing coming out. Only stating with a pained voice, âThereâs a reason Iâm like this. I canât say butâŚyouâŚâ his hand was trembling around your bicep as you watched the man, your pity only growing. Along with suspicion. You watched his fingers furl, before unfurling again. Shaking. Your gaze trailed up his arm to study his expression, lingering at the slight crook of his nose, half healed cuts and light bruising from Kuwait. He was either struggling to find the correct words, or struggling to talk entirelyâit was hard to tell. âYouâŚyou see, donât you?â he managed to get out before his eyes shuttered and he stepped back with a quick shake of his head, apologizing before quickly leaving. Something happened in Kuwait. You could tell when Adler made his report and talked to you on the cliff. You saw Case the other day. You thought you did. Youâll make sure you do.) you swallowed your fear and went down to the bunker. (Donât go in the red room. A b̡ĚĚeĚľÍĚÍḝ̨̜ĚÍ l̸̟Ěechoes in your head.) Tinkering with the technology down there along with stealing from Felixâs stash. Perhaps it was an invasion of privacy (It didnât matter a decade ago. It doesnât matter now.) but youâll do everything and anything to keep Russell safe.
Even if it means bugging comms and the whole house.
You activated the transmitter, although knowing you already couldnât hear them due to being undergroundâlayers of dirt and concrete tended to be effective in blocking transmissionsâthis would ensure that you could check the audio later on.Â
You donât trust Case on his own.
It didnât take long; they soon collected Harrow, hauled her back onto the chopper and spoke over her headâtalking around her about making her talk.Â
Adler took the seat next to you, shoulder to shoulder as you kept working on your laptop. His warmth and presence grounding you despite your mind running through every possible scenario(âLetâs run through scenario 1A.â âChrist, whatâs happening with her?â âBell, weâve got a job to do.â Your new job is to live.). Including as to why Harrow had a smug smirk on her face looking at Case, who had her next to him on the chopper, keeping her in place closer to the cockpit with Marshall on her other side.
Only for her eyes to wander towards you, brows furrowing deeply. The stare wasnât bothering you, but it seemed it was bothering Adler; he leaned forward on his knees and moved closer to you, taking up your spaceâas if to shield you. You didnât mind, her stare beginning to discomfit you yourself.
âWhatâs got you staring at her so hard, Jane? Why donât you instead focus on the information you can tell us on the way to our hideout? Make this easier for us. Mostly for you.â
Harrowâs eyes flickered towards the man, you recognizing the hate in her gaze that rose before it quickly subdued. Her focus flickered back onto you, turning something over in her head before there it was. A flicker of recognition.
Great, you thought sarcastically.
Harrowâs smile was like a knife, cutting.
âI never thought I would see the day of a corpse walking around. Arenât you supposed to be rotting in the ocean somewhere?â
âToo bad for you lot,â Sev cut in, standing and holding onto a bar to leverage her balance against the moving helicopter, eyes grimly satisfied on behalf of you(you did like the woman. Friendly. Cunning. Focused on vengeance. Although hasty. A danger.), but the subject matter made an awful feeling churn within the recesses of your stomach, the heavy laptop on your lap grounding you as your mind raced. âAdler here decided to say âfuck youâ to your ridiculous orders of killing someone who helped you.â
âA lot of those nowadays,â Marshall added, side eying Harrow with that angry yet betrayed look in his face. Still hurt. Still sees his friend when itâs just an enemy(A lot like you. Is that what you looked like? Solovetsky âyou said Solovetskyâ). You turned your eyes back to your laptop, biting your inner lipâpausing when you felt Adlerâs hand over your knee, a comforting squeeze before standing up and joining Sev on the bar. The touch not lost on Harrow whose intense stare seemed to burn towards your knee, her brows pinching deeply with a frown to match. âThe CIA seems to like throwing and using people away. I wonât be surprised if it was Pantheonâs influence too.â
Harrow released a disbelieving chuckle that you couldnât hear over the whip of the rotor cutting through wind; you could only tell by the shake of her shouldersâthe odd smirk pulling the corners of her lips, shaking her head.
âSo naive, Troy. You canât blame the Pantheon for everything. Always having to believe the best in everything, even in the previous CIA. But you,â she faced back towards you, pivoting as much as she could, and despite you trying to ignore the manic woman, you lifted up your eyes over your laptop to meet hers. Her smirk was lopsided as she stated your nameâyours, not whatever the CIA had made up for you, not Bell. A sour taste in your mouth. âOr⌠as we liked to call youâBell. What an interesting name. It has a nice ring to it, doesnât it?â
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âEnough,â Adler commanded, taut and appeared as if he would knock Harrow out any moment now with the stock of his assault rifle. You focused on that picture instead of the sounds in your head, your fingers trembling over the keyboard. He stood over Harrow, brows deeply pinchedâthe only indication of his cool anger. âStop with the games, Jane. Talk. Or even Marshall wonât stop me from getting what we need from you.â
Marshall gave Adler a look before facing Harrow grimly. The woman, instead, was staring up at Adler, with her brows up at his threat. Her eyes shifted back towards your knee, and her disbelieving expression turned into a curl of the lipsâanother connection made with her eyes turning viciously amused yet disgusted.
âIt doesnât have to be like that, Jane. Why donât you start explainingââ
Harrow started laughing, throwing her head back. It was so sudden it made Marshall jump, the others staring at her in confusion but it only made you tighten your hand to a fistâslowly closing your laptop and stowing it away, cautious as you watched the woman snicker.
âOhâthis isââ Harrow inhaled a breath, trying to calm herself down but failing as she released another short yet harsh laugh. âI canât believeâThis is a day of firsts. Really, Adler?â She asked, brow raised in cruel mischief. âYou and herâŚ? What an actual fucking shitshow because of course a man like you would,â she spat, all rage and bite in that one word before facing back towards you with a gaze filled with sadistic spite. âBut of course, you always had a jó̰̤̾̌ĚĚÍĚĚĚĚĚĚĚĚÍÍÍb̸Ě̟̚ĚÍĚ°Ě ÍĚŤĚĽĚźĚĚĚĚĚĚĚĚĚÍ
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A metal thwack met a skull, Harrowâs head falling towards her chest, her body held upright in her seat by the seatbelt alone.
âWoah, man! What was that for?!â
âJane has a mouth on her,â Adler answered easily, fixing his gun and moving back to sit by you. You releasing a breath you did not realize you were even holding (She almost said it. The phrase. âWe got a job to do.â) as Adler put his hand back on your knee, all casual and languid. Not like he just smacked the shit out of someone. You try to ignore how touched youâre feeling at how quick and protective he is now. (Adler from a decade ago wasnât. Not much. Not like this. Russell is yours. Is he? You havenât spoken at length about your suspicions of Case. Or what Adler may be planning from his own observations heâs had with you about Case. Stop it. Youâre not like Case.) âSheâll keep talking and making up stories to get you wound up.â
âWonder where she got that from,â you managed to quip. A distraction.
Sev raised a brow at the light shrug Adler did in response to your words.
âWell, well. How many protĂŠgĂŠs do you have laying around, Adler? Who also want to kill you.â
Youâre loose tongued, you think. Youâll blame it on the gas as to why you answered the way you did. Plus the threat of sudden disclosure, your blotchy past nearly staining the fragile team-balance.
âTwo for both, isnât it?â you asked Adler genuinely, rotating your head towards him and all. Adler threw you a dry look beneath his shades. You tried not to shrink. You failed. Damn gas. Damn his icy blue eyes you can get lost in just like the touch on your knee. (Just like on the cliffs near the boulders when Adler said âI handled, Gusev. Just like I said, Bell. Heâs shredded into tiny little mad scientist pieces. The gas wonât get you, НапŃŃкаka. I got you,â he said to your ear, all low, breathy and husky to your needy and torn mind. His scent all around you, with your back to his chestâof course you grabbed him roughly and kissed him when he speaks so sweetly of anotherâs death.) âToo much?â You let out a short hysterical laugh, hand to your head, shifting in your seat to hide whatâs rising low in your belly. âNot the same across the board when it comes to being in your bed, though.â
Felix made a choked sound even you could hear from the comms, the most heâs spoken since Harrow got in the chopper. You suddenly feel like youâre twenty eight again, cheeks heating as Sev let out a whistle, Marshall looking uncomfortably towards the floor.Â
Adler didnât have much of a reaction, only staring at the side of your head. His stare only making your cheeks prickle more. He can see. (The kiss turned wanting, your hands wandering to the base of his neck with beautiful wheat tresses and the other to his lower region. He made a delectable sound from the back of his throat that lit a fire in you. You wanted him here and now. All your fears of Adler from a decade ago gone when Russell turned the both of you, more hidden behind the boulders of the cliff under the moonlit sky. Shushing your whines softly or with a kiss and a burning touch from your abdomen to the waistband of your pants, quickly feeling out how needy you are already with his hands that make and unmake you. Have made and unmade. You donât care, you want him nowânot just his hands. Russell stopping you with a raspy chuckle, his large hand over your own on the tent of his pants. âNot now, Bell. Let me take care of you. Besides,â the both of you were laying against the rocks and pebbles, digging into your back but you didnât care, desperate. Stilling only when Russellâs words breathed against the shell of your ear. âYouâll sing a little too loud if I fuck you. The kids may hear.â A kiss to your ear. The insertion of another key to unlock, make you break open with a gasp as he picked up the pace. âIs that what you want, Bell? ĐĐľŃ. Đ˘Ń ĐżŃĐžŃŃĐž Ń
ĐžŃĐľŃŃ, ŃŃĐžĐąŃ Ń ŃвидоН ŃĐľĐąŃ Đ˛ ŃпоŃПо, пОкŃŃваŃŃоК ŃĐľĐąŃ Đ¸ ПОи паНŃŃŃ, Ń
Đź?â He easily switched, knowing your weakness when he spoke your mother tongue, his mouth roving from your ear to neck, free hand from roving to pinching to starting to tug your pants farther down. Youâre thankful you didnât wear jeans, youâre so close. âТОНŃкО Đ´ĐťŃ ĐźĐľĐ˝Ń. ĐŻ ŃОМо ĐźĐžĐłŃ ŃĐľĐąŃ ŃŃĐľŃŃŃ, Đ° ŃŃ ĐźĐžĐśĐľŃŃ Đ´ĐľŃгаŃŃ ĐźĐľĐ˝Ń ĐˇĐ° вОНОŃŃ, как вŃогда, ПиНаŃ.â)Â
Adler sees. Because he lets out a chuckle with a light smirk that makes you shudder. Just like how he looked with your juices dripping down his chin.
âNo point in professionalism now. Too many types of fucking going around since this whole business started.âÂ
Oh no. You do feel twenty eight again. The only good thing coming out of that gas and regression. You really want to jump his bones right now. His need to take care of you be damned. Wait⌠bones? Youâve turned from hysterical to very hysterical. Youâre more poetic in your head than that. Oh no. He can tell what youâre thinking because you keep staring at him and assessing. In front of everyone. You see him tilt his head at you, falsely curious with his lips a touch up, hand rising from your knee to the top of your thigh in one fluid motion.
Your headâs turns so quickly you see stars, opening up the laptop once more and faking work to get him to stop. So you can stop.
You really need to get your head together. Right after he gets his hand off of you.
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Marshall knew he shouldnât listen. Just like he knew in a deep part of him, that the Jane he thought he knew never existed. But he didnât want to give up on her, not yet.
He always admired her tenacity, her ambitionâhow much she climbed to be where she was today. How she opened up to him about her journey of climbing up the steep cliffs to be right below the Director of the CIA. Just like how she admired his art, his drawingsâhis skills. Something settled in his stomach, whether it was nerves or warmth or a mix of both he didnât know, when he saw she had it framed in her office. The drawing he gave her in private, her eyes alight and glittering up at him as she smiled softly up at him. He thought he did a smile back. Maybe a little awkward. A little hopeful.
The hope was gone. Sheâd been strapped to a chair, legs and wrists tied where he and Adler were interrogating her in the storage room of the house, windows tightly closed and dark. No way for her to know where they were.
And despite how heâd tried to be soft with her, reason with herâtrying to find something, she dodged the question. Rolling her eyes at him even attempting to ask her about her evil master plan. Backhand compliments that used to be true and real but instead she twisted itâhow studious he was, how annoyingly persistent, how his gentlemanly behavior was getting him nowhere fast. He thought he would be able to get through to her as a friend. He couldnât. So he stepped back with a hand rubbing his face and motioned for Adler to take overâher mentor. The one who helped her refine her skills, sharpen her attributes (thereâs a bitter taste in Marshallâs mouth, a part betraying him that Adlerâs wildfire spilled onto his friendâ and now sheâs burning) and grow in the CIA.
Except it backfired. Marshall saw the way her eyes changed, the subtle shift of her lips curling. The sarcastic amusement in her eyes were gone, more dark. Twisted. Before she settled back into the sarcastic quirk of her lips, but her eyes didnât change as Adler tried to get it out of her. That sheâs helping no one. That will she really be responsible for thousands of deaths. Jane gave the same answers she gave Marshall. Shorter. Curt. Before she seemingly couldnât take it anymore, the final straw when Adler implored her to take responsibility.Â
âResponsibility?â She strained, shaking her head at Adler whose face was leaned down towards hers, his hand around her restraint on her wrist. âYouâre such a fucking hypocrite. Is that what youâre doing with your precious project, Bell? Taking responsibility?â She rolled her head to try to face Marshall who was just a few feet away with crossed arms, his brows furrowing as he met her eyes around Adlerâs form. âWhy are you working with Adler of all people, Troy? You know what people have said about him. A man who kept a terrorist asset alive? Against the CIAâs wishes? Do you really trust him?â
Marshall frowned, thinking back on Adlerâs explanation as well as Woods and Bellâs own.
Perhaps not so much ex-KGB, after all, as actively KGB like theyâd saidâclaimed. Maybe even part of the Perseus ring, a low level person in his circle.Â
âI donât care what Bell was before.â He maintained eye contact with conviction. âShe saved the world. Thatâs enough. Hell, we got a guy that was actively in the Stasi while betraying them at the same damn time.â
Jane clicked her tongue disappointingly at him.Â
âYou donât know the whole story, do you? You wouldnât be so chummy if you did.â
Marshallâs eyes narrowed before shooting Adler a look. He recalled how meek the woman had been the days following the gas incident. How, in her quasi-consciousness, sheâd called out for Adler to stopâsomething.
âWhatâs she talking about?â
âYouâre falling for her words on purpose,â Adler stated with a shake of his head, lifting up and away from Jane with pressed lips. The man had been doing that a lot to him lately. Ever since his mistake with Bell. Disapproving shakes of his head or disappointed sighs. âSheâs trying to get you riled up and distracted and itâs working. Jane. Stop fucking around, whereâs the weapon?â
âCome on, Marshall,â Jane cajoles, moving her hands as much as she could to motion a finger to her head. âThink. Something isnât right with Bell. Sheâll never be right in the head.â Jane turned to Adler with a sneer. âAdler Iâm sure likes it that way. Donât you?â
Heâs trying to not doubt. They donât need this. Jane is playing them.Â
Itâs pissing him off it might be working.
âJane, justââ Marshall flapped a hand around as if to motion for her to stop but he instead let it drop with a heavy tired sigh. Adler stepped back with a stoic expression towards Jane as Marshall stepped forward with a gentle yet firm hold on her shoulder while the other was atop her hand. âJust stop. Stop, okay? Woods wouldnât lie to me. I trust him. Please, Jane. Just tell us the plan. I donât want things to get ugly. It never has to get ugly between you and me.â
Janeâs eyes met hisâand all Marshall saw was a stranger who pitied him. Her next few lines cemented where she stoodâwhere she chose to make her stand. A hill she was willing to die on. Marshallâs head spun wretchedly, his mind unable to discern why.Â
âYou should know by now, Troy. Donât trust anyone. Remember?â Jane moved her head back, top of her head against the back of the chair with a victorious smile on her lips. âBesides. Itâs too late. Whether things âget uglyâ between you and me or notâtheyâre coming for you. And the plan will continue.â
Marshallâs eyes squinted behind his glasses, his mind going to the worst case scenario as Adler cursed softly behind him.
âHow would they know?â
âMove, Marshall.â Adler pushed Marshallâs hand away from atop Janeâs own, pushing her sleeves up and feeling around with his digits before Adlerâs expression turned hard. âTracker. Thought of everything, huh?â
âYou taught me to,â Jane quipped neutrally. No hint of bitterness or gloatingâpure discretion. Â
Adler turned his head towards Marshall, hand still firm around Janeâs arm with a grip tighter than strictly necessary. It made Marshall want to say something, to suggest they afford her gentleness, as if there was a sliver of chance she might come around. Butâ
He didnât. Dread, or perhaps regret, began to compoundâhis mood taking a turn for the worse; were they doing the right thing?
âChange of plans, Marshall. Weâre going to do this my way.â
Fuck. Thatâs all Marshall could think as he stared down at his once friend. His once something. What couldâve been. Fuck, Jane. What have you done?
â â â â â â â â â â â â â â â â â â â â â â
The moment you heard the words, all perfectly constructed and subtleâtoo hard for others to tell on Adlerâs meaning but you knew, you knewâa crack of betrayal occurred that no one else could hear.
âIâve got something tucked away that can help.â
He lied, you thought, grip on the desk you were leaning on tight as Marshall gave his permission (Adler always lies.) and began to walk out the room. You were trying to not scream at Adler, whose gaze finally turned in your direction, a frown tugging his lips. He had no right to feel upset on my behalf, he l̡̺Íi̸ĚÍĂŠĚśÍĚšĚd̜̰Í!Â
After he took a slow deliberate step towards you, seeing how you tensedâclose to bolting awayâhe sighed through his nose and nodded at you instead, his head motioning out the room; Woods rolled to be by the manâs side, his own gaze knowing what Adler meant and a frown of his own pulling down to hide in his beard.
âGrab Felix to help you set up the house. Even when I have everything set up, we need to keep constant hands to make sure that Pantheon canât get through.â Your eyes thinned, mind working overtime trying to find Adlerâs meaning as he kept his gaze on youâbeing open and respecting your distance. (A lie? Adler was always good at baring his neck at you to show trust even a decade ago. Must be. Heâs playing again. He s̾̚ĚÍa̸̧ÍÍĚŁĚÍÍÍÍÍ iĚśĚĚĚĚÍÍĚĚĚĚd̡ÍĚ Ě ĚŽĚÍĚÍÍ he didnât have it.) Sev followed after Marshall as he left the room, but of course Case was staring, his brows mildly furrowed so Adler couldnât quite speak freely like you thought he wished. âHarrow is gonna get all that I had in the back burner. Iâve kept it for situations like this.â
Itâs not for youâ
âyou heard him say in your head, jaw clenching as you stared at Adler in silence before your gaze turned towards where they held Harrow, in the storage room. Only to loosen your grip and relax your jaw as you thought back to your openly vulnerable position with Adler when you first arrived from the lab. Adler never said he didnât have it, only ever responded to your questions of whether he would use it on you again.Â
It was never meant for you.
(Right. This is Russ. Heâs Russ. Adlerâs mostly gone.)Â
You nodded in understanding, watching how Adlerâs shoulders interestingly relaxed a pinch before you focused on Woodsâasked if he had a secret cache of deadly explosives stowed anywhere. The rugged man grinned up at you, noting how you didnât appear like a rabbit about to bolt, and rolled his wheelchair to show you, his laugh remaining as obnoxious as ever despite the circumstances. You ignored how Caseâs curious gaze seemed glued to your back as you went to work. Exactly what he witnessed and assumed was far from your most pressing issue.
By the time everyone else converged in the Evidence Board Room, you and Felix were still outside the front of the house setting up; sandbags and various weapons were arranged within easy reach for your crew. It was during this that you couldnât but keep glancing at the lack of gloves on Felix, frowning as you loaded an AMES-85.
â⌠sorry.â
Felix paused his ministrations of setting up the RC-XDâs, eyes wide and blinking openly at you.
âThis is a first. I never thought I would hear any word that may even hint at an apology from you. I doubted it was even in your vocabulary.â Seeing at how you stayed silent, only pressing your lips and avoiding his gaze before moving on to the next gun to load up, Felix rose a brow. âWhatâs brought this on, meine Freundin?â
âYou werenât supposed to go on that mission. In the casino,â you elaborated when you saw Felixâs confused look in your peripherals. âIt was supposed to be me. You shouldnât have needed to break your code. I⌠have my own set of rules I follow.â
âInvolving Adler I imagine?â Your lips quirked at how the German man clocked you. Uncaring at how openly you are when it comes to your feelings about the man, despite the irritation still simmering. Your mind calmed after Adlerâs words after all. You believe him. He wouldnât lie, not about this. Not when he brutally killed a man for you so you didnât go through that gas again. (âOrâŚas we liked to call youâá¸ĚˇĚ§Ě̳̳ĚĚÍČ
ĚśÍĚĚl̼̾ĚĚlĚľĚ ÍĚĚ ĚĚĚĚ
Ě.â A bell rings in the echoes of your bruised mind, distant. Not as clear. Fading.) Felix assessed you before turning back to what he was doing, checking over all the different grenades and extra armor plates as he walked past youâthe air crisp from the forest yet carrying that ocean hint from the cliffs. (You shouldnât like standing over those cliffs so much. But you do. You shouldâve died that day. The reminder that this is where you began your life anewâreincarnation. âThe shot wonât be fatal. Not if you get help quick enough. Theyâll have soldiers patrolling around that we may have missed. You got to do this right, Bell. You understand?â) âWhatâs done is done. My burden is not something you should carry, it was my choice after all. And with this assault coming to our doors, I canât exactly lounge behind my desk while all of you do the work now, can I?â
âAh, I see how it is.â You check the scope of an AEK-973 and aim it towards the hilltops to check the quality, smirking. A soviet gun you were distantly familiar with; it felt more at home in your hands than any American iron did. âYou donât want to feel burdened by having meâof all peopleâprotect you and one-up you in the field. Perish the thought, Felix.â At Felixâs delicate huff, you lowered the scope and looked at him a bit more serious. âDid Sev make you change your mind?â
Felix held C4 in his hand, and double checked the detonation wires with critical eyes as he answered.
âNot necessarily. She merely⌠had me open my eyes on rearranging my priorities.â
âI see⌠and this is the result of said ârearrangingâ?âÂ
You caught the C4 charge he threw at you, raising your brows when you noticed he added an extra charge to make it more explosive.
âKlappe zu, Affe tot,â Felix said an answer with the common tight lipped smile he does. âTheyâll have a hard time getting us with this in hand.â
You raise your brows, a sharp smirk as you threw the C4 charges up in the air a few inches, catching it in clear approval.
âйоС ŃŃиНиК но вŃŃĐ°ŃиŃŃ Đ¸ ŃŃĐąĐşŃ Đ¸Đˇ ĐżŃŃĐ´Đ°.â You handed them back to him with a teasing pat to his shoulder. âNot bad. If I didnât know you any better with how you stick your nose up, I would think you would be trying to seduce me, ŃОваŃиŃ.â
Felix rolled his eyes and moved away from your touch as you both walked around the house, headed for the backyard to prepare the resistance effort there.
âTo listen to your constant jabberings even more? Your presence is barely tolerable as it is with how distracting your large head is trying to fit through a door.â
You snorted a laugh.
âI upgraded to âtolerableâ have I? And here I thought I would be the arrogante Frau forever. Donât fall for me too hard like the Berlin Wall, Felix. Youâll get hurt.â
You heard Felix mutter something or another again in German, now clearly wiping away at his shoulder where you touched as if to show.
It wasnât long after that you had everything in order, you having to swallow back the nerves building in your throat as you went back in towards the Evidence Board room or how Marshall coined itâthe ops room. Adler was leaning against the wall by the CCTVâs they had set up in there, smoking before he took notice of the both of you approaching.Â
He let Felix pass but he managed to obscure your view, preventing you from staring at Harrow and Marshall, her eyes glazed over as he held her hand and spoke comfortingly in her ear.Â
The scene was concealed by Adlerâs chest, clad in his Henley shirt, his hand lifting carefully to your cheek. Allowing you time to move. You stayed.
(Youâll always stay.)Â
You didnât flinch, but your eyes did shutter at the touch, his thumb grazing below your eye. You rolled your head forward to lean against his chest, Adler easily maneuvering to accommodate the action, placing an arm on your waist and holding his cigarette with his other hand.
âArenât you supposed to be doing it?â You murmured into his shirt, blinking your eyes sluggishly. The others were too focused on Harrow to pay attention to whatever the two of you may be saying. You didnât know why you felt tired all of a sudden. As if seeing the image of Harrow, even in those few seconds before Adler blocked your visionâyour body remembered just how hard it was.
áš°ĚśĚoĚśĚĚÍ ĚľĚ§Ě§ÍoĚ´ĚĚĚášĚľĚ̲eĚ´Ě ĚĚnĚľĚ̞̚ ̡ÍĚĚᚯ̾ĚĚh̸̤ĚĚeĚľÍĚ°Ě d̸̨ÍĚĚŻĚĚąÍĚĚŤĚłĚĚĚÍ ĆĄĚśĚŽo̢̜̪̣̣̍ÍÍÍ̼̚ĚĚÍĚĚĚĚĚĚÍ r̸Ě̲̍ÍĚšĚÍ.
Stop it, you told yourself, as if that would hinder your reopened wounds from spilling out, slapping a bandaid on a nasty gash. Iâm not doing that anymore. Itâs Harrow. Itâs Harrow!
âNo. It couldnât be me,â Adler softly answered in your ear, unknowingly stopping a bell that started to chime its cryptic song. âIt has to be someone sheâs close to. Trusts; I donât think Jane has trusted me for a long time.â
Adler spoke with a hint of resignation, his resolute nonchalance troubled, as troubled as the typically stoic man could be. You couldnât see his face to confirm your suspicions, only humming in acknowledgement as he inhaled a deep drag from his cigarette. He moved you slightly back, and you lifted your head to see him motioning his cigarette towards you. The embers burnt, freshly red, glowed with new life as he exhaled from the side of his mouth, blown so that you wouldnât have a plume of smoke in your faceâstinging your eyes. The proffered cigarette prompted you to think; Adler was fully aware of how clean you are from nicotine (him being the sole reason). He however sated the part of you that stared longingly at the smoke coming out of his lips with a cool exhale into your open mouth, prompted or otherwiseâhe certainly wasnât in the habit of actually offering.Â
âYour favorite de-stressor?â Moving your hand up, you didnât take the offered cigarette, but rather limply held his wrist, your touch light as you thumbed his pulse point.Â
âSecond,â he corrected quietly.
You rose a brow as you faced him, a suspicious ghost of a smile rising.
Adlerâs answer was his own brow rising, a shadow of a teasing smirk to match. You rolled your eyes before rising to deliver a quick peck to the side of his mouth, deriving comfort from the mouthfeel of his scar, the smell of his skin. You took in his warmth by nuzzling into his chest again, fully focused on his presence.Â
You will for Harrowâs increasingly apprehensive words (spilling from her lips, bleeding from her mouth) to fade off somewhere in the distance.
âI donât need it. You know I have to take it from your own mouth for me to like it.â You preferred the delivery of the smoke directly rather than actually using it the ânormalâ way.
âTaking it like that might be more harmful than the normal way,â Adler nagged, you donât know why. He does it when you ask. Sometimes unprompted as well. It always leads to something or another. Youâre not asking him for it right now however. Not appropriate.Â
Adler sighed, placing his cigarette between his mouth, freeing his hand to settle on base of your neck, weaving through some of the hair there and scratching at your scalp. It made you unconsciously lean more of your weight against the man as you breathed out contentedly. âYou shouldnât be letting me do that so freely, Bell.â Your brows pulled together, pulling your head back slightly to see Adlerâs visage was a hint taut, his lips more pressed than necessary around the cigarette. Before you can ask what was wrong with him, his hand roved from the back of your neck to the side of itâhis thumb at the apple of your cheek as he gazed searchingly down at you, using his other hand to grab at the cigarette so he could freely talk. â⌠after this mess is cleaned up, we should go to Berlin.â
The perimeter alarm sounded just as you were about to question him, his sudden yet vulnerable sounding statement. Bodies sprung into action as Felix announced they were coming from the north; you stepped forward a few feet away from Harrow, your eyes on the way she seemed to be not here. Her eyes closed, murmurs and mutters escapingâhands furling and uncurling. You glanced at Case, who seemed to be watching her the same, a set grim line for a mouth. And his eyesâŚ
Vengeful? You frown at what you saw, only for orders to be barked for Woods to be the one to finish extracting information from Harrow while the rest of them held the perimeterâor at least attempted to defend it. Woods? Alone?
âWait!â You spoke up, now between the door of the ops room and Adlerâs table that he enjoyed using for his smokes. Marshall paused giving orders to offer you his attention; the others did the same. âIâll stay with Woods. Just as an extra measure if they manage to get through.â
âBell, are you sure?â Woods was looking at you in clear concern, gaze flitting from Harrow to you. Strange to be involved on this side of things, for once, but you were careful not to look too discountenanced; youâve had a decade to get ahold of yourself.Â
You nodded, hand tightening on your side as you grabbed an XM4 and a Grekhova from the table, giving Adler a nod along with Woodsâdetermined.
âIâm sure. We canât risk anyone trying to stop us from getting the information we need. Besides,â you threw Woods a smirk that didnât reach your eyes, but you hoped it still sent the message, âI canât leave you with just your tank, Woods; nothing wrong with a little extra firepower. You can try to kick my ass on the Nintendo once this is over.â
Woods snorted as he returned your nod, his eyes rolling up in exasperation. Marshall mirrored the gesture of affirmation with haste.Â
âGot it, Bell. You and Woods handle Jane, then, while we focus on defending the house from all sides. Close the ops room, BellââÂ
You looked up with wide eyes as Adler strode easily across the room towards you, your gaze rising as he neared closer. Using a looseâalthough firmâhand on your upper back, he pulls you in to plant a quick yet searing kiss. You felt your face heat up, acutely aware of the audience in your peripherals, as you fisted around his form-fitting shirt. He leaned back, and there was a split-moment that he pausedâengaging you with a soft lookâbefore he gave you a steady nod, returning to load magazines with quick fingers. You wonder if the gas had fucked you up more than you thought, for him to offer his affection so publicly. The action used to soothe your still frayed mind. Sev whistled, loud and impressed, as Felix stared before averting his gaze.Â
Marshall appeared as if he was stuttering without saying anything; he blinked himself out of his mild stupor before he continued. âOâkay, listen up!âÂ
You stepped back, away from the table, into the ops room and slid the metal door closed. You didnât hear the rest as you closed the door, turning your back to it with your firearm lax in your hands, observing as Woods picked up where Marshall had left off.
It was⌠strange. Watching Harrow as Woods tried to guide her through, despite her obvious fear, as if she were a little girl. You didnât catch muchâwith Adler distracting youâbut from what you could tell from observing Harrowâs fast mutterings (You looked like that. You never asked Adler and he never explained. About the murmurs and the visions you saw, of how you mustâve been trembling in place just like Harrow was. Did you switch from English to Russian consecutively? To German when you saw the sticky notes? They gave you an adrenaline shot too. Harrow is lucky.) something had happened to her parents. Someone had killed them.
When she said the name, it threw you and Woods for a loop.
âHer parents mustâve been working with terrorists,â you lowly interject when Woods called Adlerâs name, appalled - disbelieving. Your gaze cool as you flicked towards Harrowâs form on the chair (You tried the p̴̢ÍĚÍ
áşĚ¸ĚrĚśÍÍĂŁĚśĚĚżs̜̥̞̎e̡̢ÍĚ, this is what you get.) to assess. âAdler doesnât touch innocents.â You know that. You know it intimately.Â
You mustâve talked louder than you thought because before Woods could agree, Harrow voiced her denial, her voice thick and desperate, you thought.
âNo! Youâyou donât know anything!â Itâs as if she forgot to breathe between words; the hatred, force and desperation in her tone turned her voice hoarseâand bitter. âAdler killed my parents. You must know it. What he is, what heâs doing to you despite his shitty charms. He used youâand is still using you! Adler is disgustingâa wretch.â
You gritted your teeth, tightening the hold on your gun while Woods defended you.
âStop it, Harrow! Bell isnât brainwashed anymore! Thatâs not what we should focus on. How are you so sure it was Adler? You were a kid.â
âN-NoâŚâ a slight dither, âit was! I know it was!â
âHow can you be so sure?â
Harrow was hesitating, you could tell by just how deeply disturbed she appeared at the possibilityâthe chance that the Pantheon used her desperation against her. The desperation of a child that, for years, had tried to find a reason for her parentsâ death; a child that needed for there to be some kind of sense behind it, a meaning.
The ever-growing pool of hateful pity rose in you, your expression turning colder when the woman started panicking. So lost. So fearful. Confused. At war with herself and her supposed convictionsâdenial that she got played in the first place like a fucking third hand used up doll with hope to make things right or being the self righteous bitch that thinks sheâs in control.
Whatâs gotten her into such a tizzy? You watched as Woodsâ own pitiful expression towards Harrow, a touch of concern as her eyes shuttered in time with her feet moving on the floor, as if she wanted to flee; he muttered about her rising heart rate as he felt around the pulse point in her wrist. Your fingers were clenching and unclenching around the fore-grip of your XM4, strong contempt at her - what sheâd done; framing Adler for the intelligence fuck-up that was Panama. And yet Woods still had this concern, concern for who he thought Harrow was, only for it to be lie. Despite how the man put up a front, you knew his inside was soft. He had to be.Â
Sheâs acting like they gave her multiple doses. I wasnât this pathetic . Giving all this information so easily.
You couldnât stand the sight anymore; you turned your focus, instead, to ensure the door of the ops room remained secure. You moved things from Woodsâ desk a few feet away against the wallâout of the wayâand turned his desk over, careful in your effort to not disturb the⌠interrogation exercise, forming a makeshift blockade. A bit of cover if the ops room were to be compromised.
Woods had his full attention on Harrow, too busy focusing on a seizing Harrow, coaxing her to say the last bit of information neededâwhere theyâre deploying the Cradle, to bother nagging at you about messing up his stuff. You double checked his own weapons, too, and ensured that they were loaded and serviceable before placing them within reach of him, going as far as propping the shotgun carefully between the outside of his thigh and the sides of the wheelchair to hold it.Â
She passed out? Woodsâ sharp curse when you handed the weapon off prompted your gaze to lock on her, and you saw how Harrowâs head was completely forward and slack. Woods gave Marshall updates as he tried to shake the woman awake, firmly insistent that they werenât done yetâas if she could hear, somehowâand that she needed to push through it. Your lips curled, sneering. She expects to lead the CIA when sheâs so feeble in mental strength? This ambition of hers is just a pipe dream; sheâs nothing more than just a mere ant. (Unlike you. You were better than that, you were going to be Pâ -̡ĚÍĚĚ)Â
You wouldâve grabbed the womanâs hair by the scalp and slapped her if Woods hadnât handled it; she finally spilled just as separation wore off, her true self coming throughâthe version of herself thatâs just a smug bitch who thinks she knows it all. Too late for herâWoods had managed to get the information that you needed.
Your ears pricked at an explosion near the ops door, the metal groaning from the impact. Getting behind the desk you turned over, you turned the pin of your XM4 to fire and held it ready, soberly anticipatory.
âWoods!â
âShit!â Woods begun to roll his wheelchair back, and away from Harrow, to support you. Pantheonâs attempts to breach the room were audible, and it was clear that they were making headway, each attempt less fruitless than the last. A split second of shuffling has your eyes widening with realizationâthey were going to place a breaching charge.
The gun was held steady in your arms, your scope aimed towards the ops roomâs point of entry as you crouched behind for protectionâat the ready. âYeah, I got it! I need to make a quick call to Livingstone!â
The silence was eerie, your heart hammered and you didnât dare tear your gaze from the door. You forced yourself to breathe evenly and hoped that Woods would get the message out in time.Â
âWoods,â you said in warning, hearing the heavy footfalls right outside the door as soldiers cleared back, preparing for the detonation.Â
âGettinâ there,â he barked.Â
Just as you heard the distinct transmitted tone from the transponder, Woods just managing to get the message out, the Pantheon blew open the iron door; soldiers filed inâthe lead equipped with a riot shield.Â
You focused on the man with the shield and Woods used his shotgun, his sights set on the others filing in from behind the lead soldierâs sides, forming a human barricade between youâand the exit.Â
There was only one way out. Â
You shot the manâs feet, Rules of Engagement damned, and downed him just as you needed to reload. No time. You took out the Grekhova as more soldiers came in, cursing at the seemingly constant waves of them, and scrambled backâaway from the deskâdue to the speed of their flanking.Â
Woods faltered in his support, cursing as he had to throw his shotgun away and reaching for his pistol, M1911, as you came by his side to support him. Seeing how soldiers were getting closer and closer. Hand to hand it was.Â
You took a sharp inhale, lunging forward and closing the gap with the soldier in front of you before they could react. Your hand shot out, gripping their wrist and turning it down. The soldier snarled and tried to twist away, but he was so slow.Â
You struck his wrist with your free hand, aiming for the grip on his firearm to loosen, succeeding. You grabbed it and gave a swift kick to his ankle, his balance faltering. Thatâs all you neededâyou shoved the barrel of his XM4 under his chin at an angle, pulling the trigger as the fully automatic firearm sprayed into his skull. There was little time to think about the sensation of warm blood splattering down the side of your head. Shot in the head with his own gun. You scoffed, he shouldnât have lost it so easily, then. Shouldnât have let you get so close; a firearmâs only good when there was a bit of distance.Â
Before it could fall, you grabbed the corpse by the shoulder straps of itâs armored vest, struggling to keep the dead weight upright as you shielded yourself.Â
Bullets continued to come your way, your eyes hard as you tried to cover Woods, too, as he kept shooting with his pistol. You free your dominant hand, using the back of your palm to quickly wipe the slickness of sweat and tacky blood from your cheek before reaching for the corpseâs thigh holsterâa GS45 fastened there.
Freeing it from the holster, you messily cover your right, conscious of the magazine capacity, as Woods handled your left. The longer you held the corpse, the more your arm started to burn with the effortâeasily over eighty kilos of dead weight.Â
It was unsustainable; a sharp surge of irritation when the pistol stopped firing, punctuated with a dull click.
âĐйанОо днО!â You clicked your tongue, unwilling to give up until they had you six feet under. The soldiers advanced significantlyâwell within arms reach of you.
Too close.
You threw the dead body towards them, utilizing the temporarily distraction to grab a homing knife from your thigh strap. Immense pressure erupted from your shoulder, the feeling of powerful force indicated a shot was madeâwhether the bullet grazed you or worse was hard to tell, it hurt all the same.
Gritting your teeth, you grunted but kept your aim true as you threw the homing knife.
Bullseye.Â
The blade impacted the one you shoved the body toward. Meeting an eye with a slick sound, their body joined their fallen comrades. The motion had aggravated the new injury on your shoulder, and although you anticipated the move, you hadnât enough time to recover before the other soldier lunged at you.Â
The breath was knocked out of you. You fell to the floor, hard, your teeth clacking together as the back of your head hit the ground. Blood in your mouthâyou mustâve bitten your cheekâ and an uncomfortable feeling jolted your bones, Woods not fairing any better; theyâd torn him down, too.Â
You snarled, grabbing a knife from the back of your boot to slash at the manâs ankle, your shoulder screaming as you forced the movement. He caught your wrist and twisted it, your fingers splaying reflexively at the pain, yelping. Your eyes followed the blade as it fell to the floor with a brief clatter, irritation spiking when the soldier kicks it from your reach.Â
You harshly spit the blood gathered in your mouth to the side, turning your head forward with a huff. The overhead lights were a little harsher as your head spun; the reminder of the last time you were half-dead under blinding lights sat only a few feet away from you. The bitch was doubtless grappling with her returning faculties. Probably already hadâshe hadnât required a heavy dose at all. Weak.Â
Shame. Shouldâve fucking shot her the moment she spilled.Â
The barrel of a gun met your face, conviction still running through your veins despite your need to catch your breath, sweat and blood on your skin as you tried to twist out of it. You abandoned the struggle when you realized itâs in vain. Even if you were to break free of the soldierâs grasp, there were half a dozen more in the room. You were injured.Â
And fuck, you seethed when you saw they released Harrowânow seemingly fully conscious. She stood from the chair, rubbing her wrists primly. You fought the urge to roll your eyes; she hadnât even been bound that tight, certainly not to the point of pain.Â
âI want both of them alive.â Harrow passed her disappointed glance from Woods to you, the Pantheon soldiers stood you up forcibly, propped you upright with a rough grip around your uninjured upper arm, likely unconcerned that youâd try anything with your other arm, blood staining through the fabric there. You didnât dare assess the damage, youâd rather not know. Yet.Â
Her eyes seemed to change into one of interest as she skimmed over the many soldiers you took down. Her voice was strange, seemingly pleased with herself. âVery interesting. Youâre a special one, arenât you?âÂ
You spat at the ground, Harrowâs falsely kind tone made your hackles raise, and another soldier grabbed your injured side, reconsidering their hold on you. That you might fight even with just the one soldier holding you back. Their grips grew tight on each side.Â
âYouâre a pathetic one.â One of the soldiers delivered a smack to your face, your eyes seeing black and stars in your vision, your legs faltering before regaining your balance. You chuckled through blood stained teeth as you rolled your neck to the side, facing Harrow directly. âYou talked so easy for us⌠hah⌠embarrassing.â
The words didnât seem to land as you wanted, Harrowâunlike how meek separation had made herâhad the courage, the nerve, to attempt to grasp your face. You snapped your teeth at her hand in warningâHarrowâs brows only rising more in clinical interest rather than the annoyance you saw a smidge of. You received another blow to the side of your face, blood spraying onto the floor below you as Woods called your name in concern.
âBell! You fuckers!â Woods tried to move his arms to no avail, the soldiers foot and hand not moving from his tattooed arms. Woods let out a growl of frustration. âFocus on me, Harrow!â
âCurious,â Harrow continued as if she couldnât hear the man. âDidnât know MK-Ultra was this effective. Youâre the only live one we have. Adler kept you quite a secret. A dirty one too,â she added in a tone of disgust.
You panted as you tried to get yourself together. âGot a point on all this, ŃŃка? Just kill me and get over yourself.âÂ
Harrow blinked in surprise, mocking with a hand to her chest.
âKill you? The only live MK-Ultra subject we have? Why would I? Itâs clearly effective. You fell in love with the man who tortured you.â Harrow let out a sick and cruel laugh, your stomach starting to drop at the implications when Harrow successfully grabbed your cheeks and squeezed. The pain that prickled from the broken skin on your cheek paled in comparison to your aches elsewhere. Aches everywhere.
Your vision swam, not just from the punches, but from the silhouette of Harrow in front of you to Adlerâa decade too youngâstanding over you in a gurneyâǧ̨̜Ěl̨̜ĚĚÍiĚ´ĚĽÍĚtĚśÍÍÍc̡̢ĚĚh̡ÍÍÍ iĚľÍĚn̸̨ÍĚgĚˇĚ°Í in and out of your vision. You gasped. âI donât need to fuck you to keep you in line though. Not my type. And despite what you may think of me, I draw the line at sexual assault. But using MK-Ultra on you and maybe what I gave to Case, youâll be my best asset.âÂ
âWe either control the asset, or eliminate the asset.â
NoâŚ
âLeave her alone, Harrow!â Woods yelled through grit teeth, still on the floor. Harrow turned towards the man with sick pleasure and you could see the knife in her hand. âYour head must be twisted if you really think Adler killed your parents and would even touch Bell like that!âÂ
âWa-wait, no. Just kill me!â You pleaded, struggling harder in the hold on you to no avail. Your shoulder was hindering you and the ache in your jaw spiked when you moved it wrong. Harrow mocked Woods, scornful gloating before she swung deftly, delivering a knife to his abdomen, your adrenaline rushing and coming two fold. Fight or flight. N̡̺ĚÍĚĚÜ̾ÍÍĚťt̴̤̝ĚĚ ĚľÍÍĚaĚ´ĚŤĚŹÍÍĚg̺̾Ía̝̾Ěi̸ĚÍĚĚn̡̨̪̤ĚĚĚ.
âNo! Woods!â You tried to claw, you even tried to bite. But two men in this state was even hard on you. âYou little ŃŃка! AПоŃиканŃĐşĐ°Ń Đ´Đ˛ĐžŃĐ˝Ńга!â
âOh?â Harrow stood up, blood slicked knife in hand. You swallowed, roughly; the blood in your throat abrasive. âThatâs funny. Arenât you the dog? You will be. This is the best vengeance. Adler killed my parents. Now I can use his Russian love as I please. My ultimate soldier. Oh sorry. CĐžĐťĐ´Đ°Ń would be more appropriate.âÂ
No. No. No.
Youâll forget. Everything. You wonât know anybody! Again!
Your mind wonât survive this a second time.
Your chest is tight, you feel like you canât breathe and the room is spinning. You canât breathe.
You canât breathe.
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No, you donât! You havenât for years!Â
âŚright?
Right?Â
The bell that was distant is now closer, over your head as it chimed to match the ringing in your ears.
âBell!â You hear Woods call despite his grievous injury. âKeep fighting them, Bell!â
Time slips through splayed fingers, an immense pressure building somewhere in your head, pain erupting each time you come back to. You gasp.
They brought you outside, the thought suddenly registering as you feel the wind on your face, ice cold air prickling your open wounds. A Pantheon chopper in front of you.Â
Your vision growing dark on the edges. You canât. You canât get on the chopper.
Youâll die before you do. Your vision swims, your head falling forward and looking at the ground. Chest heaving out of rhythm, gasping for air as if the soldiers hit you another time.Â
The ground was shifting. From craggy rocks to puddles. From simple grass to the thick foliage that was home to mosquitos. You spot an MCI on the ground. A lone appendage on the other side. Fires on the trees like mini suns in their brightness and height.
Vietnam.
Your throat was closing tight. Needles.
âNeedles?â
âNo.â
âWell, look at that,â Harrow taunted, deceptively disinterested. She spoke of you as an asset, an instrument she merely needed to tune before deploying. âClassic panic attack. Donât need to break you much, then. Hopefully youâll still be able to take the Cradle better than Case.â
The grip on your arms loosen as your vision swims, you trying to catch your breath with deep gulps of air. You close your eyes. The sound of the chopper rotors whipping hurt your ears.Â
The chopper. The only survivor. You picked up the M16âNo. Adler. Adler the only survivor. The scarâ
âMK-Ultra.â
âNo.â
Youâre more thrown to the back of the chopper than carefully laid down. The harsh metal jarring you as you tried getting your bearings, elbows digging painfully on the metal. The tread plate flooring scraping on your skin.
Hot metal atop of you. Danger close. Solovetsky.
Someone kneels on your side, grabs a wrist with gloved hands as you lay there with slow even breaths.Â
Solovetsky.
Your mind supplies of a rugged voice to your ear atop of cliffs.Â
âFollow what I say closely, kid.â
A plan. To live. To be.
âBullet?â
âNo. Never again.â
Adler just barely half an hour ago, looking vulnerable in his softness as he gazed down at you.
ââŚafter this mess is cleaned up, we should go to Berlin.â
A promise.
Your eyes sharpen, a quick inhale as you use your free hand to seize the knife from the soldierâs thigh, slicing his neck before he could comprehend it. Blood spurting on you like the red blooded demon you are. A spray of red mist staining your skin, some falling down to your eyes.
Harrow and the other soldier spin as the helicopter starts to take off.
âWhatââ
You pounce, snarling just as the soldier takes a step towards you, moving to grab you only to fail as you use your footâmanipulating his momentumâtrip him up, throwing him off of the helicopter. Your body hurts. Every part of you aches, but you donât care. You canât care, not with the surge of energy you feel. The euphoric high when you make them bleed.
âYou fucker!âÂ
Your vision spins as you feel your nose break with a crack. You rose a hand to block another hit. Feet steady and secure. You give her a swift kick to the chest as she tried to punch you again, her arm swinging towards your abdomen before you terminated the attempt. She lets out a choked gasp as she falls, winded, vicious eyes staring up at you.
Her on the floor from your kick. You standing above, eyes cool with a white knuckled grip on the knife.Â
Your figure of red. The Russian you are.Â
You climb atop Harrow before she can even move, knife swift towards her chest. Only to be stopped by her own hands atop of yours, two inches away.
You grunt, eyes feral and hungry for more blood. Both of you have your hair matted and sweaty, stuck to skin, frustrated noises coming from you both as you fight to kill and she fights to live.
Live.
âN-no!â Harrow manages to slip through her mouth, knife growing closer. You shift your grip, hand more firmly atop the handle and you using your body weight to push. Push. Just push it in. âNoâŚ!â
You growl, teeth out and animal like noises coming out of you. Uncaring if your bloody spittle falls on the bitchâs chest as you grow closer and closer and closer.
Live!
Your knife meets chest, you see it entering slowly just as Harrow does with a yelp.Â
âNeverâŚagainâŚ!â You spit, pushing it more.Â
Harrowâs head meets yours as a shock, nausea suddenly meeting the aching already settled there. The blood loss, your injuries, even the motion of the helicopter taking to the airâit makes it harder for your balance to resettle. Your head spins as you pull back, your back now on the floor as she seizes the upper hand, straddling your waist as her hands wrap around your throat. Your hold on the knife still to her chest, but you struggle without your weight behind it. Without air. Youâre choking.
Harrow laughs in your face, all wild and insaneâyour former grim ferocity fading.
âHa! Kill⌠me?! Iâll make sure⌠Adler sees your head on a spike⌠you commie bitchâŚ!â
The helicopter is in the air, yet a new passenger arrives. Giving a swift kick down to Harrowâs back, therefore meeting the knife to her chest in a swift movement. It sinks in with the force, past skin, fat and muscle.
Her eyes are wide just yours is, your eyes shifting to beside you to see the stoic and sweaty Case. Harrow had her death rattle atop you her words a mere whisper only you could hear as she looked up at Case. Disgusting, you sneer. She got her fluids on you. Mucus, blood, sweat.
âI⌠made⌠youâŚâŚâ
Her last breath fanning your cheeks before you rolled the dead weight off of you. Case makes for the chopper pilot with a swift knock out and quickly gains control.
Your eyes move towards Harrowâs body, staring at her dull eyes with a ruthless look of your own. You put a foot to her shoulder with a sneer.
Never again.
You push her off with your foot.Â
Down to the open water and you donât care for what semantics this could mean.
You instead close your eyes, just like you did in Solovetsky. And feel the sun on your face as Case moves the helicopter. The sound starting to calm you.
âLive. You gotta live for me, Bell.â
âHaâŚI did it, Russ. Youâre welcome.â You say with a pained smile. And you say it again when you land by the cliffs, Adler rushing towards you with wide eyesâglasses atop his hair as he assessed you on the helicopter. A good thing, too; youâre not sure you have the strength to alight on your own.
His hands seeming to not know where to go, but he doesnât hesitate. His touch ghosts up your sides, blindly assessing you with a nearly-spooked form of gentleness. He finally took a look at your bloody face, littered with cuts and nasty bruises, still with that distant ghost of a smile. Adler released a breath and brought you gently to his chest, whispering that he has you in your ear as he nuzzled softly into your hair. You could only release a chuckle, one that was more a breath of air than a huff of amusement, as you closed your eyes. You inhaled the familiar comforting scent of nicotine and leather. âI did it, Russ⌠Youâre welcome,â you said again, more quietly than the first time, quickly fading to rest.
Russell shushed you, planting a quick peck to your bloodied temple before continuing to hold you. His hands surely covered in scarlet similar to how youâre drenched in it, spreading it to his own form.
âYes. Good job,â Russell breathed, moving his forehead to tap against yours, blue eyes on your abused and tired face. âRest, Bell. Do that for me.â
âOâŚkayâŚâ You managed before all you saw was black.Â
(An image of a bell in your mindâs eye, not moving for a ring.)
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A/N: makeyourpeacenow: There's something here to be said about Harrow, the CIA bitch, determined to end Bell, former Soviet, in early 1991 (before the Soviet Union dissolves in December)
Also Adler's two protĂŠgĂŠs fighting đŤ
Animefreak1145: Case needed a proper crash out and someone to try to defend the poor man. Even though his only defense is a woman who hates looking at mirrors who can't even defend himself from breaking. Don't let Bell get started on Harrow.(too many uncomfortable mirrors here for Bell to face) Also Soft!Adler here(interested at looking at a new potential tool/asset/operative like Case who reminds him of Bell, typical Adler) mixed with psycho. I like Marshall, just not his treatment of Case. Also ex-socialist/commie besties Felix and Bell forever and ever. Nerds for the win~ đ đ¤Hope ya'll enjoyed this work we did together. There's other stuff I want to comment but I don't remember. Just poor Bell going through bad drug trip... đ And Russell making a massacre out of Gusev and willing to have bloody drenched hands along with Bell 𼰠Psycho couple for the win!
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Pilot | Supernatural Series Rewrite | Dean Winchester x Reader
Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader (Eventual)
Warnings: canon violence, canon gore
Word Count: 4833
A/N: This is gonna be the slowest of burns. Every Saturday, these will publish at 3:00 PM CDT! I hope you all enjoy. Taglist/Requests are open!!
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A trail of men disappearing spanning decades had brought you to Jericho, California. It seemed it would be a pretty standard hunt. From the moment you arrived, though, you knew this would be different.
Youâd run into other hunters on jobs before, but none as strange and belligerent as John. John was all you knew him by. He was rough around the edges, and in all honesty, a complete dick. You had unintentionally gotten into an unspoken race with him to see who could finish the hunt first. Both of you refused to back off and go find another job; you just out of spite and him⌠you had no idea why a guy old enough to be your father was being so petty and territorial about this hunt. And perhaps thatâs what fueled your fire to finish this hunt before John could. You thought maybe he knew something you didnât about the hunt, and you were desperate to find out. But then⌠he disappeared.Â
About a week into the âcompetitionâ you were having with John, he disappeared. You didnât see him around Joseph Welchâs house, the Breckenridge Road home, or the Centennial Highway Bridge. It was completely puzzling. He didnât seem like the type to up and leave in the middle of a job, but you brushed the unsettled feeling you had aside to keep pushing through your hunt.Â
You had torched the body of Constance Welch the same night you guessed John left. You were just about to leave town, and then, Troy Squire ended up dead by what you assumed were Constanceâs hands.Â
You pulled up to the Centennial Highway Bridge in yet another stolen car.Â
âOne of these days I wonât keep putting a neon sign on my back by stealing cars and actually find a way to buy one,â you thought.
Almost as if on cue, another car pulled up next to yours. Except this carâ a black 1967 Chevy Impalaâ was way nicer than the shitty sedan youâd copped for the time being.Â
Two young men in the most layers youâve ever seen anyone wear in the California sun stepped out on either side of the car. You pushed aside the thought of how attractive the shorter of the pair was and kept walking toward the taped-off part of the bridge where a few officers were milling around a crashed car.Â
âIs that Troyâs? Oh, my God,â you shook your head, making sure the officers could hear you.Â
âMaâam, you are not supposed to be here,â an officer told you, trying to keep you from walking any closer to the car.
âI know, I know, Iâm sorry, I justââ you sniffed, ââIâm his cousin. We were really close growing up, and I, uh, just had to see this for myself, um, do you have any idea what couldâve happened?â
âWe were wondering the same thing,â a deep voice called from behind you, making you wheel around.
âFuck. The Impala dudes.â
âAnd who are you?â the officer youâd been speaking to asked.
âFederal marshals,â one said, flashing a badge.
âGoddammit, more hunters.â You held back an eye roll, doing your best to stay in character.
âYou two are a little young for marshals, aren't you?â
The one youâd found attractive initially flashed a smile. âThanks, that's awfully kind of you. You just had another one just like this, correct?â
The officer youâd been speaking to didnât seem too convinced by their story, but replied anyway. âYeah, that's right. About a mile up the road. There've been others before that.â
âAny connection between the victims, besides that they're all men?â
âNo. Not so far as we can tell.â
âSo, what's the theory?â the taller guy asked.Â
âHonestly, we don't know. Serial murder? Kidnapping ring?â The officer seemed to remember you were standing there as he spoke. âMaâam, I really do need you to go.â
âI was just about toââ you started, before the shorter guy cut you off.Â
âWhat kinda crack police work are you doing; talking about sensitive information in front of townies?â He was cut off with a grunt; apparently the other guy had stepped on his foot.Â
âThank you for your time,â you told the officer, suddenly feeling very awkward. You turned on your heel, hurrying away.Â
***
After the bizarre incident with the other two hunters on the bridge, you went down to a local diner to get something to eat. You were puzzled as to why Constance was still around after you torched her bones. You flipped through a few pages of your journal when you saw the two hunters from the bridge walking in with two goth chicks.Â
âWhat the fuck. First John, and now this.â
The shorter one of the pair caught the glare you threw their way over your shoulder. He had a smug look on his face you couldnât quite read as he sat down in a booth with the girls and his partner. You did your best to listen in on their conversation as you sipped your drink.Â
âI was on the phone with Troy. He was driving home. He said he would call me right back, and...he never did,â you heard one of the girls lament.Â
You recognized the voice of the taller one. âHe didn't say anything strange, or out of the ordinary?â
âNo. Nothing I can remember.â
âI like your necklace.â
âTroy gave it to me. Mostly to scare my parentsââ the girl laughed, ââwith all that devil stuff.â
âActually, it means just the opposite. A pentagram is protection against evil. Really powerful. I mean, if you believe in that kind of thing.â
âOkay. Thank you, Unsolved Mysteries,â the other guyâs voice broke in.Â
You held back a small laugh. You hated to admit it, but he was pretty funny.Â
âHere's the deal, ladies,â the pretty one said, âThe way Troy disappeared, something's not right. So if you've heard anything⌠What is it?â
Your eyebrows drew together, your back still turned to the group.
âWell, it's just... I mean, with all these guys going missing, people talk,â a new voice chimed in.Â
âWhat do they talk about?â the two boys said in unison.
It got a little harder to hear as one of the girls quieted her voice. âIt's kind of this local legend. This one girl? She got murdered out on Centennial, like decades ago. Well, supposedly she's still out there. She hitchhikes, and whoever picks her up? Well, they disappear forever.â
âYeah, yeah, I already know that. They are way far behind me in the process.â
âWell, thank you for your time, ladies,â the voice of the taller one spoke amidst some rustling. You figured they were getting up to leave.Â
You dropped a twenty on the table, let the door shut behind the group, and stood to follow the boys out. You hung back a little while you watched them head to their car.Â
âI know youâre back there, sweetheart,â the pretty one called without turning around.
âI know you do. I was just testing you,â you said, walking closer. âLook, Iâve already got this one covered. You guys should find something else.â
âNot a chance,â the pretty boy replied.Â
âLook, manââ you started.Â
âWeâre just looking for our dad,â the taller one cut you off. âWe think heâs working this same job.â
âWait, is your dadâs name John?â you asked, surprised.Â
Both of them started toward you, their shock and confusion evident. âHow do youââ
âWhoa, easy,â you giggled. âHe was here a few days ago and then he just, pfft,â you imitated a puff of smoke, âdisappeared.â
The pretty boy ran his hand through his hair, looking frustrated, while the taller guy continued talking to you. âWas he working with you?â
âHardly,â you scoffed, âwe were kind of in an unspoken competition to see who could smoke this bitch first when he disappeared. And then, Troy ended up dead a day later. I thought maybe he was connected to Troyâs death some kind of way.â
âI donât think so,â the taller one answered. âIâm Sam, by the way. This is my brother, Dean.â
âNice to meet you. Iâm (Y/N),â you shook Samâs hand. When you reached for Deanâs, though, he rolled his eyes at you without taking it.Â
âOh-kay,â you muttered.Â
âSorry about him,â Sam told you. âHeâsââ
âA bit touchy?â you smirked.
âYeah,â Sam laughed.Â
âI can hear you two, yâknow,â Dean snarked.Â
âI know,â you quipped. âSo, whatâs your theory on your dad?â
âWe have no idea,â Sam said. âWe were hoping you might know.â
âI have nothing for you,â you shook your head.Â
âWell, do you know anything about the case?âÂ
âA lot, actually. Chickâs name is Constance Welch. Sheâs a woman in white. She lives at the end of Breckenridge Road. I talked to her husband, and he definitely cheated on her. He buried her in a plot behind her house. I went there and torched her. I was just about to leave town when your dad disappeared, Troy wound up dead, and you two showed up.â
âThen, thereâs gotta be something else keeping her here,â Sam told you.
âOkay, then what?â
***
âSo this is where Constance took the swan dive,â Dean said. The three of you looked over the railing of the Centennial Highway Bridge. Sam had been nice enough to force his brother to let you tag along.Â
âOkay, so now what?â Sam asked.
âNow we keep digging until we find Dad. Might take a while,â Dean responded.
âDean, I told you, I've gotta get back by Mondayââ
âWhatâs Monday?â you asked.Â
âIâve got an interview with law school.â
âOh, shit, no way!â you smiled.Â
Sam smiled back at you before Dean cut in. âYeah, I forgot. You're really serious about this, aren't you? You think you're just going to become some lawyer? Marry your girl?â
âMaybe. Why not?â Sam cut back.
âDoes Jessica know the truth about you? I mean, does she know about the things you've done?â
âNo, and she's not ever going to know.â
âWell, that's healthy. You can pretend all you want, Sammy. But sooner or later you're going to have to face up to who you really are.â Dean kept walking down the bridge.Â
âAnd who's that?â
âYou're one of us,â Dean said.Â
Sam hurried around him. âNo. I'm not like you. This is not going to be my life.â
You felt really awkward doing what felt like intruding on a private moment. Your eyes began to scan the railing of the bridge opposite you.
âYou have a responsibility toââ
Sam cut his brother off. âTo Dad? And his crusade? If it weren't for pictures I wouldn't even know what Mom looks like. And what difference would it make? Even if we do find the thing that killed her, Mom's gone. And she isn't coming back.â
You were doing your best not to listen in on their conversation when Dean grabbed his brother by the collar and shoved him against the bridge railing.
âUh, guysââ you started, your eye caught by what looked like Constance standing on the railing of the bridge.
âDon't talk about her like that,â Dean grumbled at his brother; ignoring you.
âGuys!âÂ
âWhat?!â Dean turned to face you, stopping when he caught sight of Constance. Constance then stepped off the railing.Â
The three of you broke off in a sprint toward the spot sheâd leapt off. You searched the water below. âWhere'd she go?â
âNo idea,â Dean answered.Â
Your visual search was interrupted by a bright light coming on in the corner of your eye. Deanâs Impalaâs headlights.Â
âWhat the fuckââ Dean trailed off.
âWho's driving your car?â you asked him.Â
He responded by pulling the keys out of his pocket and jingling them.Â
âOh.â
The car jerked to life, heading straight for you and the boys. You broke into a sprint yet again, doing your best to outrun the car; a task that proved impossible.Â
âJump!â you screamed, and the three of you threw yourselves over the side of the bridge. You thankfully caught a bit of the bridge that jutted out over the water and pulled yourself back up, groaning.
âMy armâs gonna be sore as a bitch in the morning.â
âDean?â Sam yelled down to the water below. âDean!â
âWhat?â came his aggravated response.Â
You looked down to see a mud-covered Dean crawling out of the water. You couldnât hold back a laugh upon seeing him.
âNot funny, sweetheart,â he called up to you.
âMy nameâs (Y/N),â you answered. âDonât call me sweetheart. It weirds me out.â
âSure thing, sweetheart.â
âGuys, you can argue later. You okay?â Sam called down to Dean.
âIâm super,â his brother responded.
You and Sam climbed back over the railing of the bridge while Dean made his way up to you. The car had stopped only a few inches from where the three of you dove over. Dean busied himself inspecting the engine while you sat with your back leaned against the passengerâs side door.Â
âYour car okay?â Sam asked.Â
âYeah, whatever she did to it, seems all right now.â Dean shut the hood. âThat Constance chick, what a bitch!â
You chuckled to yourself at his antics. âAlright, well, I donât think the bridge is whatâs tying her here. What now?â
Dean raised his hands in frustration, flicking mud off his hands in the process.Â
Sam caught a whiff of his brother. âYou smell like a toilet.â
***
Your next stop was a motel. When you went to check in, the clerk informed Dean that another man under the last name on Deanâs card had bought out a room for the whole month. And so, you and the boys went poking around Johnâs room.Â
Every surface was covered in newspaper clippings, magazine articles, photos, hastily scribbled notes, and bits of red tape tying some of them together.Â
âI knew John was weird, but this is a whole new level,â you commented, slightly in awe of the frantic scribblings covering the wall.Â
â'Donât talk about him like that,â Dean grumbled. âI'm gonna get cleaned up.â He started toward the shower.Â
âHey, Dean?â Sam stopped him.
His brother turned around.Â
âWhat I said earlier, about Mom and Dad, I'm sorryââ
Dean held up a hand, cutting him off. âNo chick-flick moments.â
Sam laughed. âAlright, jerk.â
âBitch.â
âYou guys are strange.â
Dean rolled his eyes at you before disappearing into the bathroom.Â
You started looking around Johnâs room. A closer look at the walls of information revealed pages on demons, witches, possession, and other bits of newspaper referring to mysterious deaths unlike anything youâd heard before. One was an obituary clipping from 1983; taking you aback. The picture was of a gorgeous blonde woman named Mary Winchester who died in a house fire. Her picture was surrounded by other house fire deaths and linked by red thread to multiple of the demon and witch articles. You walked over to his dresser where there was a picture of a much younger John holding two boys who you assumed were Sam and Dean.Â
âYou guys were cute kids,â you told Sam, showing him the picture.
He smiled sadly at it.Â
After a brief melancholy pause, you spoke up. âSo, whatâs your deal? College? Law school? Part-time hunter? That doesnât add up.â
âMy, uh, my dad raised us as hunters after my mom passed,â he explained.Â
âIâm sorry,â you told him, sitting on the bed next to him. âWas her death the reason your dad became a hunter?â
âYeah. Iâm not exactly sure what happened; I wasnât even a year old yet. Dean remembers way more than I do, but he said our dad was never the same. Anyway, two years ago, dad and I got into a fight. I wanted to go to school, and he wanted me to stay and hunt. So I left.â
âDean said you got a girl now? Was that the voicemail you were listening to a few minutes ago?â
âYeah, actually. Jess. Sheâsâ sheâs amazing. Iâm excited to get back to her.â You could see how much he loved her just in how his face lit up talking about her.
âIâm sure you are,â you smiled.Â
âSo, what about you? Whatâs your story?â he nudged your shoulder with his.Â
âMeh, not much to tell.â
âAw, come onââ Sam rebutted.Â
âIâm serious!â you laughed. âIâve just always hunted. Never knew anything different.â
âI know thatâs difficult.â His tone became serious again.Â
âNah, itâs not so bad. I enjoy it. Brings me a little peace, yâknow?â you shrugged.
âYou sound like Dean.â
âSpeaking of which, heâs taking forever and a day in the shower,â you joked. You bounced over to the bathroom door, leaning your ear on it about to knock. âHey, princessââÂ
You were cut off by the door opening and stumbled into Deanâs chest.Â
He caught you by the shoulders. âYou were saying?âÂ
You shoved off him, annoyed by his smug smile and quirked eyebrow. âSorry.â
âAnyway,â Dean began, âI'm starving, I'm gonna grab a little something to eat in that diner down the street. You want anything?â
âNo,â Sam said.
âA burger would be great,â you told him.Â
âWasnât asking you,â Dean said.Â
You stuck your tongue out at him. âAframianâs buying, anyway, so what difference is it to you?â
âNothing, itâs just fun to rile you up.â He winked and smiled at you, amused at your aggravated expression before closing the door behind him.Â
You shook your head. âDick.â
Sam laughed. âYou get used to him.â He went back to his phone, relistening to his girlfriendâs voicemail. He furrowed his brows before pressing it to his ear. âWhat?â He stands up, catching your attention. âWhat about you?â He huffed when he hung up the phone, rushing over to the closed curtains to peek out.Â
âWhat, what is it?â You crossed your arms.
âPolice got Dean. We need to leave.â
âShit.â
Sam quickly pulled away from the window which you understood meant you had company. You hid under the bed, anxiously waiting to see the officerâs boots make their way into the bathroom. You began scooching yourself out from under the bed frame, and when heâd slammed the door to the bathroom open, you and Sam snuck out of the room. Thankfully, Sam had Deanâs keys, and the two of you sped away from the motel in Deanâs Impala.
âWell, shit,â you breathed, your heart still beating quickly.
Sam huffed out a laugh, still recovering from the adrenaline.
***
You and Sam were headed to Breckenridge Road to hopefully figure out how to stop Constance. Since you had torched the body, then maybe something in her house was keeping her alive.Â
After Deanâs arrest, the two of you were intent on getting Dean and getting the hell out of Jericho before anyone else had a run-in with the cops.Â
Samâs phone rang, and he answered quickly. âHello?â He tossed a look your way. âActually, it was (Y/N)âs idea.â You had no doubt he was referring to the fake shooting youâd called in to the police department so Dean had an opportunity to escape. You motioned for him to give you the phone.
âYouâre welcome, by the way,â you told him once you had the phone to your ear.Â
âYeah, whatever, sweetheart,â Deanâs gruff voice responded.
âI told you not to call me that.â
âAnd Iâve made it pretty clear Iâm not going to listen. Hey, give the phone back to Sam. I gotta talk to him.â
âAnd why canât you tell me? Donât you trust me? Iâm offended, babe,â you quipped.Â
âDonât objectify me.â
âHey, you started it with the whole âsweetheartâ thing.â
âCâmon, (Y/N), give him theââ
âShit!â you screamed, dropping the phone as the car came to a screeching halt. âWhat the hell, Sam?â
âConstance,â he replied coolly. He kept a level head despite the tense situation.Â
You looked up at the rearview mirror to see her in the backseat. âFuck.âÂ
Constanceâs hauntingly beautiful voice melodically flowed from the backseat. âTake me home.â
âNo,â Sam answered.Â
You saw her glare as the doors started to lock themselves. You whipped around to start trying to reopen them. The car began jerking forward.Â
âWhat the hell, Sam? Stop!â you told him.Â
âItâs not me.â
You looked over to see him holding his hands up. The steering wheel was moving itself. You turned back to the door, struggling to get the lock open. Eventually, you wound up at Constanceâs abandoned Breckenridge Road house. The carâs rumble quieted and the headlights turned off.Â
âDon't do this,â Sam pleaded, still holding his hands up.Â
The ghost flickered, sounding sad. âI can never go home.â
âThatâs it.â
âYou're scared to go home,â you realized. When you turned around to look at her, she had disappeared. Before you could even turn back around, you felt the bench seat reclining forcefully.Â
âSam!âÂ
Constance sat atop him, begging him to hold her.Â
âYou can't kill me. I'm not unfaithful. I've never been!â
âYou will be,â she hummed. âJust hold me.â
You fumbled for your gun hidden under your top. Before you could fully aim at her, you felt your back make brief contact with the Impala��s door before flying through the air. You barely registered Sam yelling your name as you groaned in pain on the dead grass beneath you.Â
You rolled around, trying to regain your wits and recover when you heard the sound of multiple gunshots.Â
âSam!â
âItâs me, (Y/N), stay down!â Dean yelled.Â
Suddenly, Deanâs car burst through the front of the abandoned house. You pushed yourself up off the ground; your joints and back aching in protest.Â
âSam! Sam! You okay?â Dean called after the car.Â
âIâm fine, Dean, thanks for asking,â you thought.Â
The two of you climbed over the rubble to the passengerâs side window.Â
âI think,â Sam responded weakly.Â
âCan you move?â you asked.
âYeah. Help me?â He reached out to his brother.Â
Dean pulled Sam through the window of the car. âThere you go.â
You turned to see Constance looking sadly at a picture she was holding before slamming it to the floor. She glared at the three of you harshly, forcing a bureau across the floor to pin you to Deanâs car.Â
You groaned in pain once again as Dean struggled to push the furniture off. You stopped your struggle at the lights flickering and the sound of water rushing down the stairs.Â
âYou've come home to us, Mommy,â the echoey voices of Constanceâs children sang. They appeared behind her, hugging her as she screamed. In a surge of energy, Constance and her children began melting to the floor. Constanceâs resounding scream seemed to get louder and louder with each passing moment, the flickering of the lights becoming more and more intense. You squeezed your eyes shut until the screaming subsided, suddenly feeling the pressure on your stomach relieved. All that was left of Constance and her children was a puddle of murky water on the floor.Â
âSo this is where she drowned her kids,â Dean said while you rubbed your stomach, recovering from the pressure of the bureau.Â
Sam nodded. âThat's why she could never go home. She was too scared to face them.â
âYou found her weak spot. Nice work, Sammy.â Dean slapped his brother on the chest where heâd been injured by Constance.
Sam laughed despite the pain. âYeah, I wish I could say the same for you. What were you thinking shooting Casper in the face, you freak?â
âHey. Saved your ass,â Dean commented, starting to look over his beloved Impala. âI'll tell you another thing. If you screwed up my car? I'll kill you.âÂ
You giggled at Sam and Deanâs banter. Sam and Dean started to get back into the car, and you idled awkwardly.Â
âWhatcha doinâ? Letâs go.â Sam looked at you expectantly.Â
âGo where?â you asked, feeling stupid.Â
âI think we make a pretty solid team. You should tag along.â
âWhat?â Dean asked while you started shaking your head.Â
âNo, no, I shouldnâtââÂ
âYou should. Iâm going back to school, and I know Deanâs gonna be lost without me trying to find my dad.â
A slow smile crossed your face. âThank you. Thatâd be nice, actually.â
Dean rolled his eyes, but didnât say anything to the contrary. And with that, the three of you set off to drop Sam back off at college.Â
***
The thing Dean so desperately wanted to tell Sam that he couldnât tell you earlier was that his dad had left coordinates to a place called Blackwater Ridge, Colorado in the journal heâd left behind in Jericho. John was getting weirder and weirder by the minute.Â
âAC/DC. I like it,â you said from the backseat.Â
âThanks.â Dean cracked what seemed like a genuine, lopsided smile at you for the first time in the rearview mirror. âSam thinks itâs mullet rock.â
âYeah, well, itâs better than Kiss and Poison.â
âTrue that.â Despite the fact that he was agreeing with you about something as mundane as music, his tone was still guarded.
âHow far is Blackwater Ridge?â you asked Sam, who was looking over a map.Â
âAbout 600 miles,â he answered.
âHey, if we shag ass we could make it by morning,â Dean cut in.Â
Sam suddenly looked uncomfortable. âDean, I, umâŚâ
The older brother deflated. âYou're not going.â
âThe interview's in like, ten hours. I gotta be there,â Sam tried to reason.
Dean nodded, disappointed, and returned his attention to the road. âYeah. Yeah, whatever. I'll take you home.â
The mood in the car had turned tense, awkward, and sour, and remained that way for the rest of the drive back to Samâs college.
âDude, you go to Stanford?â you asked incredulously.
âYeah,â he nodded, sheepishly.
âAlright, smartass, look at you.â You nudged his shoulder with your balled fist.Â
Dean rolled to a stop in front of Samâs apartment complex.Â
You and Sam got out of the car. You gave him a quick hug goodbye before climbing down into the front seat.Â
Sam leaned into your rolled-down window. âCall me if you find him?â
Dean nodded.Â
âAnd maybe I can meet up with you later, huh?â
Despite Samâs chipper tone, Deanâs disappointment was clear. âYeah, all right.â
Sam patted the car door twice before turning away.Â
âSam?â Dean called before his brother could get too far. âYou know, we made a hell of a team back there.âÂ
You felt a pang in your heart at Deanâs indirect attempt to try to convince Sam to stay.Â
Sam nodded with a half-hearted smile. âYeah.âÂ
Dean then began to drive off.Â
The two of you didnât get any more than five minutes down the road before you felt something was off. You could no longer hear the steady ticking of Deanâs watch breaking through the almost awkward silence. Sure enough, when you looked over at the wrist he had perched atop the steering wheel, the watch was stopped.Â
âDean,â you said. You tapped his watchâs face with your fingernail.Â
He matched your worried glance, immediately turning the car around.
The car had barely stopped before you and Dean were leaping into action. You let Dean take the lead in rushing up to Samâs apartment.Â
Dean kicked the door to the apartment open, calling out to his brother in the process. You gasped when you caught sight of flames licking at the ceiling coming out from what you assumed was Samâs bedroom.Â
You heard Samâs voice weakly calling his girlfriendâs name as you rushed to get him out of the smoldering room. You just barely caught sight of a body bleeding from the stomach burning on the ceiling before you and Dean dragged a screaming Sam out of his bedroom and away from the fire. You fought him every step of the way out of his apartment complex.Â
It didnât take long for the fire department to show up and the police to start asking questions. A small crowd had gathered to gawk at Samâs smoldering apartment. Your face was steely as you watched the firefighters carry Jess out in a body bag. You and Dean took the brunt of the questions the police had, allowing Sam as much space as he needed.Â
You and Dean soon headed over to the Impala where Sam was packing up the weapons cavity of the trunk. Both of you seemed too scared to ask Sam what was running through his head, and neither of you had any idea what to say.Â
Sam threw a shotgun into the weapons box before muttering, âWe got work to do,â and slamming the trunk shut.
You threw a look at Dean, who shook his head in response. Biting the inside of your cheek, you followed the boys into the car. As the three of you left Samâs apartment in the rearview mirror, you realized the course of your formerly relatively boring life was changing very quickly.Â
âDamn you, John. Wherever you are.â
#dean winchester x reader#dean winchester x y/n#dean winchester x you#dean x reader#dean x y/n#dean x you#dean winchester#supernatural#supernatural series rewrite#spn#spn series rewrite
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Itssss backkkk hopefully for good this time
Figured I'd bring the ask back while I work on the comic :b tho I am gonna be taking it slow I don't wanna burn myself out again.
Summery: The Mansion Kids is a Creepypasta x Black Phone au that focuses on Gwen Amy and Susie a year after the Black Phone events as they're suddenly thrust into the chaotic world of Midrelm and their new lives as Proxies to Slenderman, otherwise known as the Watcher!
The story is split between the children of the Slendermansion and their lives as well as the residents of Midrelm.
The Mansion kids:
Gwen,Amy,Susie,Sally,Nina,Ben,Lazari,Lulu,Judge Angel,Bloody Painter,Sen, Mini EJ,Surrender,Ally, Sam,Aldeline and Xirus.
Black Phone Folks:
Gwen,Susie,Amy,Finney,Terrance, Robin,Griffin,Vance, Bruce,Billy,Donna.
Adult Proxies:
Masky,Hoodie,Toby,Jeff,Jane,Clockwork,Ani,EJ,Kate, Killing Kate, LJ, Jill, Zero.Nurse Ann,Sadie,Ghost.
Non slender Proxies:
Mark the Psycho, Dr.Smiley, Liu, Cherry Pau , Vailly, Timelapse , Anais , Dahlia, Huntsman , Lifeless Lucy , Lily Kennett , Scarecrow Girl, Mongrel,Alex Marshall, The Fallen, Freddy Santos, Randy, Keith,Troy, Claudia, Malcom, Yoni,Emra.
Proxie Havers lol:
Slenderman/All his siblings, Zalgo/all his siblings, Kasei, Sully , Puppeteer, Korbyn.
Personal ocs:
Angel/Angie,Liliana,Ava'lynn,Valentina,Ine ,Pigeon and Tamara.
(More to be added cuz it's inevitable I make more ocs-)
Credit for Others ocs that I specifically asked for this au and or that responded to my Need charactes post:
Aldeline: By aldeline_bibeirosu (Insta)
Sully: @cementarybf
Kasei/Lucy: @0o-moonwitch-o0
Lily Kennett: @naughtykittydv-1992
Ghost: @dangerbizz
Liam/X virus: @mamaporcupine
Dahlia: @axolotlbottle
Anais: @paxarsenal
Huntsman/Igor: @b1oodypainter
Mongrel: @nemophilist-wake
Alex Marshall/The Fallen: @cursedlectra
Freddy Santos: @malue-505
FYI: More characters both creepypasta and just general horror can be added or specifically requested, this au is mostly about exploring characters and their dynamics with each other so ey more the merrier! Also there's like an endless amount of creepypastas and Idk all of them so again if u wanna see anyone just ask I'll be glad to look into it and see what I can do.
And last but not least you can also directly ask ME anything if you just want insight onto my thought process or opinions that sort of stuff Idc.
#creepypasta#creepypasta fandom#creepypasta au#creepypasta ask blog#ask blog#the black phone#tbp#tbp fandom#send asks#ask me anything
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Stars Beyond Number. (AO3 link, complete)
Soldiers. Heroes. Deserters. Traitors. They've been called many things. As the Galactic Empire rises from the ashes of the Republic, a small group of clone troopers and their allies will find a new identity: Rebels.
Echo, Rex, and Gregor are on a mission to save as many of their brothers as they can. The task is daunting, and their friends are few. But from these small and desperate beginnings will come a spark of resistance that will set the galaxy ablaze.
Cerra Kilian GAR Personnel Datafile
Cerra Kilian Portrait and Character Info
Martyrs and Kings. (AO3 link, complete) Star Wars meets light academia. A post-stasis Kix longfic. Clone medic Kix is a man displaced in time. Captured by Separatists and put into cryostasis when he learned the truth about the clones' inhibitor chips, he awakens fifty years after the end of the Clone Wars. The Republic is gone. The galaxy has changed. And now, the last clone trooper searches for answers with the help of a New Republic historian.
đ "Martyrs and Kings AND ZOMBIES!!!" đ - a spooky, sexy one-shot sequel.
Jedi
Cal Kestis
Request: "Cuddles of consolation after a bad day" (GN)
Dark Side
Savage Opress
Part 1: Between the Shadow and the Soul
Part 2: No Other Way
Part 3: Without Knowing How
Part 4: So Close (December 14)
501st Legion
Torrent Company x Reader
Headcanons: Watching a Scary Movie Holovid with Torrent Company
Rex x Reader
đ "No Sleep Till Coruscant" đ
Request: "Soft looks while cuddling" (GN)
Jesse x Reader
Jesse First Kiss Ficlet (GN)
đ "In Which Jesse Gets What He Deserves" (AKA the cuddlefuck fic) đ Â
đ"She's Such a Scream"đ Â
Hardcase x Reader
"A Question of Seman-dicks" (GN)
"Hey, Sunshine đ" (GN)
Dogma x Reader
Quote prompt ficlet (GN)
Tup x Reader
Tup fanart!
đ "Do It Again" đ
đ "Tup Ă Trois"đ
The Bad Batch
Hunter x Reader
First kiss ficlet (GN)
đ "I Wish All Readers a Very Hunter Life Day"đ
"Like Home" (GN)
"You Were Warned" (GN; art & drabble)
Crosshair x Reader
"I Know." (GN)
Request: "I'm Right Here." (GN, followup to "I Know.")
"The Plant Prowler of Pabu" (GN)
đ"Too Early"đ
Tech x Reader
Request: "Feeling the rumble of their chest when they talk while cuddling/Needing their cuddles even though they have something else to do" (GN)
Request: "Putting your ear against their heart" (GN)
Wrecker x Reader
Request: "Trying to crawl under their shirt" (GN)
212th Attack Battalion
Commander Cody x Reader
"Someday" (GN)
đ"The Night Before Someday"đ (GN)
Boil x Reader
"Double, Double Boil and Trouble (Part 1)" (GN)
"Double, Double Boil and Trouble (Part 2)"
"Double, Double Boil and Trouble (Part 3)"
đ"Double, Double Boil and Trouble (Part 4)đ
Art: "Boil deserves to feel pretty" (mildly đ. Let's say đ)
đ"Double, Double Boil and Trouble (Part 5)"đ
Waxer x Reader
"The Sixth Language (part 1)"
"The Sixth Language (part 2)"
"The Sixth Language (part 3)"
đ "The Sixth Language (part 4)" đ
"The Sixth Language (epilogue)"
104th Battalion - Wolfpack
Wolffe x Reader
"Sweet as Summer Rain"
đ"Just a Little Bit More"đ
Coruscant Guard
Commander Fox x Reader
đ"In the Matter of Marshal Commander Fox vs. the Stocking Kink, the Court Finds the Defendant Filthy."đ
Hound x Reader
âWatch and Learn, City Boy, Part 1: Summer" T version | đ M version đ
đ"Watch and Learn, City Boy, Part 2: Autumn"đ
Other Clones
Alpha-17 x Reader
đ"Who's the Alpha Now?" đ (GN)
đ"Who's the Alpha Now? Part 2"đ
Neyo x Reader
đ "Everybody Hates Neyo." đ
đ "Everybody Hates Neyo Round 2: Matchmaking Boogaloo" đ (reader got converted to OC)
Neyo first kiss ficlet (GN)
Bacara x Reader
đ"Nobody Loves Bacara"đ
Mayday x Reader
Accidental first kiss ficlet (GN)
"A Match for Mayday, Chapter 1" (collaboration with @nika6q)
"A Match for Mayday, Chapter 2"Â
đ"A Match for Mayday, Chapter 3" đ
đ"A Match for Mayday, Chapter 4" đ
đ"Life Day Comes but Once Each Year⌠but Mayday Doesn't"đ
O'Niner x Reader
đ "Nine Lives for Sergeant O'Niner" đ (cowritten with @anxiouspineapple99)Â
Sev (RC-1207) x Reader
"Are You Sure About This?" (GN)
đ âTurn It Up When Youâre Gone.â đ Part 1
đ âTurn It Up When Youâre Gone.â đ Part 2
đ âTurn It Up When Youâre Gone.â đ Part 3
Mandalorians
Jango Fett x Reader
"Promises and Pastry" Â
Fenn Rau x Reader
đ Fenn Rau Thots đ
"The Protector of Chopper Base" (GN)
Request: Falling Asleep in Each Other's Arms (GN)
Bounty Hunters and Mercenaries
Fennec Shand x Reader
đ"Spotlight"đ
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Iâve finished the first chapter of the Felix x reader fic! It picks up more after this chapter.
05:30. The robotic beep of an alarm across the room, eyes already half open before it goes off and a tired form stretches to life. Feet on laminate flooring, a shiver at the cold wood, and trudging footsteps carrying you to your dresser. The clock is silenced, the sound of a live radio feed taking its place, spilling out the early morning news as you move to the window, tugging the blinds open and squinting at the pouring light. Still wriggling the life into your fingers and toes on the way to your bathroom, you stifle a yawn feeling unusually groggy this morning.
By 05:45 youâre kitted out for your morning jog, a smug smile lifting your lips as you relish in the quiet streets, loving being awake before most of the other people in your neighbourhood, a certain pride at being active and ready for the day. The chill of the fresh air filling your lungs helps push any residual sleepiness from your mind, and kick start your appetite for breakfast.
Having eaten, showered and dressed for work youâre settled at your desk by 09:00, sifting through files of data and trying to force your eyes to adjust to the scrolling code on your screen. Page after page of information and as you scan through them, you jot down notes in shorthand of all the connections between them, your notebook quickly filling up, the margins taken up by reminders of other things to check, people to reach out to and eventually you have a full web of data to present to your boss. As per usual, you work through lunch, too distracted by your work to notice time passing. When 18:00 came, your phone trilled to life just as you were tidying everything away, with slight apprehension, you lift the receiver to your ear.
âHey, itâs Troy Marshall, remember from that Expo a few years back?â His voice is warm and friendly, but thereâs a tension below the surface that tells you somethingâs wrong.
âYeah, of course I remember, you okay? Howâs your mum and Terry?â You could already tell this wasnât a social call, but you didnât want to jump straight into whatever was bothering him.
âTheyâre good, theyâre goodâŚâ Oh god, heâs getting ready to spill something. Your finger twirls the cable anxiously, foot tapping away at the linoleum floor of your office, âSo, you remember the expo⌠You know how you owe me that favour? You need to get to the airstrip for o-three-hundred tomorrow morning. Pack light, Iâve wired you some files to read up on while you fly over. You got all that?â His instructions are rushed, like time isnât on his side.
âUhh⌠Airstrip, three AM, pack light. Right?â Youâd noted it down as he spoke, panic rising in your throat as you say your goodbyes and place the receiver back down once you hear the beep at the other end, rushing to catch up with your boss before he leaves for the evening.
The moment he sees you, he beams with pride, gushing about how his trusty intel officer was going to help Frank Woods, a personal friend and the man he thanked for not having everyone around him speaking Russian. You give an awkward laugh and he explains how itâs all been covered on his end - your absence would be recorded as an injury and heâll make sure your job is secure for whenever you come back. The whirlwind speed at which your comfortable life had been thrown into disarray within a mere ten minutes has your head spinning, but either way you have work to do.
By the time you get home, the sun has gone down and rain is hammering at your windows like a clock ticking down until you needed to be at the strip. You stuff the basics into your duffle bag, a couple of outfits, a towel, pyjamas, toiletries, notebook, pens, and you place the files youâd printed at the very top for easy access.
The cab dropped you off at about 02:15, giving you time to sprint up the runway and be herded onto a helicopter, the guard in the passenger seat with you pulling you up as the propellers start to oscillate. You buckle in, pulling on a headset for communication with the pilot and thatâs when you find out where youâre headed. Bulgaria. Just after the lifting of the iron curtain, specifically an abandoned KGB safe house, according to the files Troy sent you.
Said files seem to be dossiers on the location, along with each member of your team. Troy Marshall, who you already knew from an expo event that saw each of your promising career programs, among others, coming together to blow air up each otherâs arses. Heâd gotten you out of some bother with higher ups after you got tipsy and told them all about your opinion of them parading their overworked protĂŠgĂŠs around, using them and you to stroke their own egos. Since then, you owed him a favour, and this was how he was caching it in. William Calderon, Troyâs teammate whoâd joined him in going rogue. Frank Woods, whose reputation precedes him, and a smile lifts your features when you see heâs taken Troy under his wing. That leaves Sevati Dumas, a freelance assassin who struck out from the Guild in Avalon, previously helping Adler investigate Pantheon, and finally Felix Neumann. Ex Stasi, completed compulsory military service in Germany and then went into training with East Germanyâs secret police. You knew of them, Germanyâs answer to the KGB, seeding distrust among their people and collecting informants among the general populace through fear and coercion. Heâd been one of their enforcers, you dread to think the things heâd done at their orders. But apparently heâd seen the light, fleeing to West Germany in a bid to escape their brutality and wash his hands of violence. Direct violence, at least, as heâd moved onto providing his technical expertise to criminal organisations instead.
I guess we all have to get our hands dirty sometimes, you think, and this time itâs your turn. Once youâd scanned through every document, you let yourself drift off into sleep, hoping the remainder of the nine hour journey would pass you by in your slumber.
#call of duty black ops 6#black ops 6#cod bo6#felix neumann x reader#felix neumann#slow burn#romance#cute awkward shit#oooh these nerds gonna kiss#after like 12 chapters#itâs worth the wait I promise
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CFWC F/AotW - Mar 24 - 30, 2024
âď¸ = Fanfic | đą= Text Fics/Edits | đ¨ = Fanart âď¸ = Mature Content 18+ | đĽ = Explicit/NSFW 18+ đłď¸âđ = LGBTQIA
AMERICAS MOST ELIGIBLE
Bianca Sandoval x MC Fanart đ¨by @lilyoffandoms
BLADES OF LIGHT AND SHADOW
Birth âď¸| Tyril Starfury x F!human!MC - @petalouda85
Blades MC Fanart đ¨đłď¸âđ by @oh-so-youre-a-nerd
I Trusted You đ¨| Aerin Valleros x F!human!MC - @erixadraws
Tyril Starfury x F!human!MC Fanart đ¨ by @lilyoffandoms for @petalouda85
BLOODBOUND
Be An Amazing Mother âď¸| Adrian Raines x MC - @stanathanxoox
Gaius Augustine Fanart đ¨by @gaiuskamilah
Kamilah Sayeed Fanart đ¨ by @gaiuskamilah
CRIMES OF PASSION
Gridlocked âď¸| m!Trystan Thorne x F!MC - @inlocusmads
Hidden Romance âď¸| m!Trystan Thorne x F!MC - @storyofmychoices
Home âď¸| m!Trystan Thorne x F!MC - @thosehallowedhalls
Lofi Beats To Supress Your Anxiety To âď¸| m!Trystan Thorne x F!MC - @inlocusmads
So Was it Honestly the Best? âď¸đłď¸âđ| m!Trystan Thorne x MC - @choices-ceri
IMMORTAL DESIRES
Incident in the Ghostland (Chapter 8) âď¸âď¸| Cassius Harlow x Gabe Adalhard - @dreamscapingsblog
IT LIVES ANTHOLOGY
Andy Kang Fanart đ¨ by @artbyalz
Noah Marshall Fanart đ¨by @payroo
Noah Marshall x MC Fanart đ¨đłď¸âđby @payroo
NIGHTBOUND
Peacock Princess âď¸| Nik Ryder x F!MC - @ladylamrian
OPEN HEART
Complete Open Heart F/AotW List
THE PRINCESS SWAP
Main Characters Fanart đ¨by @lilyoffandoms
RED CARPET DIARIES
Thomas Hunt x F!OC Fanart đ¨by @/artbyainna (IG) (C: @storyofmychoices)
THE ROYAL ROMANCE
The DeFacto Queen (Series) âď¸âď¸| Liam Rys x MC, Drake Walker x MC - @angelasscribbles Chapter 5: Come Together
Capitulo 3: Adios New York âď¸| Liam Rys x F!MC - @belencha77
Capitulo 4: Bienvenidos a Cordonia âď¸| Liam Rys x F!MC - @belencha77
Capitulo 5: Noche Especialâď¸| Liam Rys x F!MC - @belencha77
Once Upon a Time, Book 1. Ch. 1 (Part 7) âď¸| Liam Rys, Drake Walker, etc. - @fadingreveries
WAKE THE DEAD
Close Call âď¸| Troy Hassan x F!MC - @dutifullynuttywitch
CROSSOVER FICS
Bloodbound/Open Heart
Immortal Desires / Open Heart
The Meeting âď¸| Original Characters - @ezekielbhandarivalleros
Immortal Desires/Murder at Homecoming
Murder at Homecoming: Harlow Part 4 âď¸| Cassius Harlow x MaH F!MC - @korgbelmont
Murder at Homecoming: Harlow Part 5 âď¸| Cassius Harlow x MaH F!MC - @korgbelmont
Murder at Homecoming: Harlow Part 6 - Finale âď¸| Cassius Harlow x MaH F!MC - @korgbelmont
#choices fanfic#choices fanart#americas most eligible#bloodbound#blades of light and shadow#crimes of passion#immortal desires#it lives series#nightbound#open heart#the princess swap#red carpet diaries#the royal romance#wake the dead#murder at homecoming#choices stories you play#playchoices#playchoices fanfic#playchoices fanart#choices fic#cfwc fics of the week#cfwc art of the week#choices fic writers creations
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for people who don't use reddit i would like to inform you that r/projectsekai has turned into a community for my colorful stage feat mimi harrison for april fool's day

all the character and group names have changed, too. they're under the cut
virtual singer -> digital diva
hatsune miku -> mimi harrison, as in the author of the book "beat the budget"
kagamine rin -> riley kennedy, as in... i don't know who's most well known. many different people showed up...
kagamine len -> leon kennedy, as in the resident evil character i shit you not

megurine luka -> lucy mcdonald, as in... again, multiple results. i don't know.
meiko -> megan hughs, as in the sister of phillip hughes (the cricketer) but misspelled
kaito -> kayden foster, as in... well, google says it's a teenager charged with homicide but i don't know if that's what they meant...
leo/need -> wish upon a starlight
ichika hoshino -> isabella hill, as in the actress (apparently)
saki tenma -> stella taylor, as in the actress (again, apparently...)
honami mochizuki -> hailey marshall, as in a misspelling of the character hayley marshall from the vampire diaries
shiho hinomori -> sophia hunt, as in the soprano (apparently???)
more more jump -> jumping in blind
minori hanasato -> mia hayes, as in the author... or the sims 4 character. take your pick.
haruka kiritani -> hannah klein, as in the screenwriter
airi momoi -> ava miller, as in the actress
shizuku hinomori -> skyler hunt, as in the tiktoker
vivid bad squad -> shake the streets
kohane azusawa -> kira austin, as in a misspelling of the australian netball player kiera austin maybe?
an shiraishi -> anna shaw, as in... a leader of the women's suffrage movement in the united states?? đ
akito shinonome -> alex sanders, as in the fucking PRIEST???? đ well alright then
toya aoyagi -> thomas abbot, as in . an irish scholar and educator? this is getting weird as fuck but sure. sure.
wonderlands x showtime -> the wonderland stage spectacular
tsukasa tenma -> troy taylor, as in- JESUS CHRIST THAT'S A LOT OF PEOPLE NAMED TROY TAYLOR. so it's either the record producer and singer l-songwriter, american coach and american football player, australian footballer, or cricketer. why the fuck are there so many people named troy taylor???!:???: đ i guess it fits that a lot of people had the "troy taylor stan" flair too


emu otori -> emily osborne, as in the film producer... or a misspelling of emily osborn, the marvel character.
nene kusanagi -> naomi keller, as in... i don't know. google won't tell me.
rui kamishiro -> rowan kline, as in.. again, google won't tell me, but it looks like he's a footballer or something?
nightcord at 25:00 -> on the down low-d
kanade yoisaki -> kenzie yates, as in.... google won't tell me again.
mafuyu asahina -> madelyn abrams, as in... GOOGLE PLEASE GIVE ME ANSWERS BEFORE I CRY
ena shinonome -> ellie sanders, as in the author
mizuki akiyama -> morgan ascroft, as in... apparently no one. damn.
random side things are "natalie" for the mmj story, who i'm guessing is nanamin? and sally stewarts (sakurako, i assume) who i assume is supposed to be the actress sally stewart
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23 Republican Senators & 124 Congressmen signed an amicus brief to the Supreme Court asking for a 50 state ban on mifepristone, a drug safer than tylenol that is standard treatment for abortion & miscarriages, "due to safety concerns". The brief DARES to argue that banning the life saving drug would save women from 'reproductive control'. (x) These 147 people would rather have women die of sepsis than let women control their own bodies. If your representatives are on this list, call them and tell their office you will be voting against them in the next election because they asked SCOTUS to throw the US medical drug system into chaos at the cost of American lives.
United States Senate
Lead Senator: Cindy Hyde-Smith (MS) John Barrasso (WY) Mike Braun (IN) Katie Britt (AL) Ted Budd (NC) Bill Cassidy (LA) Kevin Cramer (ND) Mike Crapo (ID) Ted Cruz (TX) Steve Daines (MT) Josh Hawley (MO) John Hoeven (ND) James Lankford (OK) Mike Lee (UT) Cynthia Lummis (WY) Roger Marshall (KS) Markwayne Mullin (OK) James Risch (ID) Marco Rubio (FL) Rich Scott (FL) John Thune (SD) Tommy Tuberville (AL) Roger Wicker (MS)
United States House of Representatives
Lead Representative: August Pfluger (TXâ11) Robert Aderholt (ALâ04) Mark Alford (MOâ04) Rick Allen (GAâ12) Jodey Arrington (TXâ19) Brian Babin (TXâ36) Troy Balderson (OHâ12) Jim Banks (INâ03) Aaron Bean (FLâ04) Cliff Bentz (ORâ02) Jack Bergman (MIâ01) Andy Biggs (AZâ05) Gus Bilirakis (FLâ12) Dan Bishop (NCâ08) Lauren Boebert (COâ03) Mike Bost (ILâ12) Josh Brecheen (OKâ02) Ken Buck (COâ04) Tim Burchett (TNâ02) Michael Burgess, M.D. (TXâ26) Eric Burlison (MOâ07) Kat Cammack (FLâ03) Mike Carey (OHâ15) Jerry Carl (ALâ01) Earl L. âBuddyâ Carter (GAâ01) John Carter (TXâ31) Ben Cline (VAâ06) Michael Cloud (TXâ27) Andrew Clyde (GAâ09) Mike Collins (GAâ10) Elijah Crane (AZâ02) Eric A. âRickâ Crawford (ARâ01) John Curtis (UTâ03) Warren Davidson (OHâ08) Monica De La Cruz (TXâ15) Jeff Duncan (SCâ03) Jake Ellzey (TXâ06) Ron Estes (KSâ04) Mike Ezell (MSâ04) Pat Fallon (TXâ04) Randy Feenstra (IAâ04) Brad Finstad (MNâ01) Michelle Fischbach (MNâ07) Scott Fitzgerald (WIâ05) Mike Flood (NEâ01) Virginia Foxx (NCâ05) Scott Franklin (FLâ18) Russell Fry (SCâ07) Russ Fulcher (IDâ01) Tony Gonzales (TXâ23) Bob Good (VAâ05) Paul Gosar (AZâ09) Garret Graves (LAâ06) Mark Green (TNâ07) Marjorie Taylor Greene (GAâ14) H. Morgan Griffith (VAâ09) Glenn Grothman (WIâ06) Michael Guest (MSâ03) Harriet Hageman (WY) Andy Harris, M.D. (MDâ01) Diana Harshbarger (TNâ01) Kevin Hern (OKâ01) Clay Higgins (LAâ03) Ashley Hinson (IAâ02) Erin Houchin (INâ02) Richard Hudson (NCâ09) Bill Huizenga (MIâ04) Bill Johnson (OHâ06) Mike Johnson (LAâ04) Jim Jordan (OHâ04) Mike Kelly (PAâ16) Trent Kelly (MSâ01) Doug LaMalfa (CAâ01) Doug Lamborn (COâ05) Nicholas Langworthy (NYâ23) Jake LaTurner (KSâ02) Debbie Lesko (AZâ08) Barry Loudermilk (GAâ11) Blaine Luetkemeyer (MOâ03) Tracey Mann (KSâ01) Lisa McClain (MIâ09) Dr. Rich McCormick (GAâ06) Patrick McHenry (NCâ10) Carol Miller (WVâ01) Mary Miller (ILâ15) Max Miller (OHâ07) Cory Mills (FLâ07) John Moolenar (MIâ02) Alex X. Mooney (WVâ02) Barry Moore (ALâ02) Blake Moore (UTâ01) Gregory F. Murphy, M.D. (NCâ03) Troy Nehls (TXâ22) Ralph Norman (SCâ05) Andy Ogles (TNâ05) Gary Palmer (ALâ06) Bill Posey (FLâ08) Guy Reschenthaler (PAâ14) Mike Rogers (ALâ03) John Rose (TNâ06) Matthew Rosendale, Sr. (MTâ02) David Rouzer (NCâ07) Steve Scalise (LAâ01) Keith Self (TXâ03) Pete Sessions (TXâ17) Adrian Smith (NEâ03) Christopher H. Smith (NJâ04) Lloyd Smucker (PAâ11) Pete Stauber (MNâ08) Elise Stefanik (NYâ21) Dale Strong (ALâ05) Claudia Tenney (NYâ24) Glenn Thompson (PAâ15) William Timmons, IV (SCâ04) Beth Van Duyne (TXâ24) Tim Walberg (MIâ05) Michael Waltz (FLâ05) Randy Weber, Sr. (TXâ14) Daniel Webster (FLâ11) Brad R. Wenstrup, D.P.M. (OHâ02) Bruce Westerman (ARâ04) Roger Williams (TXâ25) Joe Wilson (SCâ02) Rudy Yakym (INâ02)
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đŹList of MoviesđŹ
So, @scottishaccentsareawesome, I thought it would take me at least two days to make a list, because I wanted to list them chronologically, but I had WAY. TOO. MANY. MOVIES. ALREADY?????!!!!!!!! I had to stop! :O
So there you go. Below the cut. I am so so SO sorry... xD
Star Wars: Episode IV â Star Wars (1977, George Lucas)
Grease (1978, Randal Kleiser)
Star Wars: Episode V â The Empire Strikes Back (1980, Irvin Kershner)
Star Wars: Episode VI - Return of the Jedi (1983, Richard Marquand)
The Goonies (1985, Richard Donner)
Top Gun (1986, Tony Scott)
Dirty Dancing (1987, Emile Ardolino)
Rain Man (1988, Barry Levinson)
Pretty Woman (1990, Garry Marshall)
Hook (1991, Steven Spielberg)
Double, Double, Toil and Trouble (1993, Stuart Margolin)
Jurassic Park (1993, Steven Spielberg)
Stargate (1994, Roland Emmerich)
Batman Forever (1995, Joel Schumacher)
Crimson Tide (1995, Tony Scott)
Jumanji (1995, Joe Johnston)
Sense and Sensibility (1995, Ang Lee)
Mission: Impossible (1996, Brian De Palma)
William Shakespeare's Romeo + Juliet (1996, Baz Luhrmann)
George of the Jungle (1997, Sam Weisman)
Home Alone 3 (1997, Raja Gosnell)
The Lost World: Jurassic Park (1997, Steven Spielberg)
Star Wars: Episode I â The Phantom Menace (1999, George Lucas)
The Mummy (1999, Stephen Sommers)
Meet the Parents (2000, Jay Roach)
X-Men (2000, Bryan Singer)
Mission: Impossible 2 (2000, John Woo)
Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone (2001, Chris Columbus)
Jurassic Park III (2001, Joe Johnston)
Kate & Leopold (2001, James Mangold)
Oceanâs Eleven (2001, Steven Soderbergh)
The Princess Diaries (2001, Garry Marshall)
The Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship of the Ring (2001, Peter Jackson)
The Mummy Returns (2001, Stephen Sommers)
Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets (2002, Chris Columbus)
Ice Age (2002, Chris Wedge)
Maid in Manhattan (2002, Wayne Wang)
Spider-Man (2002, Sam Raimi)
Star Wars: Episode II â Attack of the Clones (2002, George Lucas)
Sweet Home Alabama (2002, Andy Tennant)
The Lord of the Rings: The Two Towers (2002, Peter Jackson)
The Tuxedo (2002, Kevin Donovan)
Treasure Planet (2002, John Musker/Ron Clements)
X2 (2002, Bryan Singer)
Johnny English (2003, Peter Howitt)
Pirates of the Caribbean: The Curse of the Black Pearl (2003, Gore Verbinski)
The Haunted Mansion (2003, Rob Minkoff)
The Last Samurai (2003, Edward Zwick)
The Lord of the Rings: The Return of the King (2003, Peter Jackson)
National Treasure (2004, Jon Turteltaub)
Ella Enchanted (2004, Tommy OâHaver)
Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban (2004, Alfonso CuarĂłn)
Meet the Fockers (2004, Jay Roach)
Ocean's Twelve (2004, Steven Soderbergh)
Spider-Man 2 (2004, Sam Raimi)
The Day After Tomorrow (2004, Roland Emmerich)
The Princess Diaries 2: Royal Engagement (2004, Garry Marshall)
Troy (2004, Wolfgang Petersen)
Van Helsing (2004, Stephen Sommers)
Batman Begins (2005, Christopher Nolan)
Guess Who (2005, Kevin Rodney Sullivan)
Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire (2005, Mike Newell)
Just Like Heaven (2005, Mark Waters)
Pride & Prejudice (2005, Joe Wright)
Star Wars: Episode III â Revenge of the Sith (2005, George Lucas)
The Chronicles of Narnia: The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe (2005, Andrew Adamson)
V for Vendetta (2005, James McTeigue)
Da Vinci Code (2006, Ron Howard)
Ice Age: The Meltdown (2006, Carlos Saldanha)
John Tucker Must Die (2006, Betty Thomas)
Mission: Impossible III (2006, J.J. Abrams)
Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Man's Chest (2006, Gore Verbinski)
X-Men: The Last Stand (2006, Brett Ratner)
Enchanted (2007, Kevin Lima)
National Treasure: Book of Secrets (2007, Jon Turteltaub)
Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix (2007, David Yates)
Ocean's Thirteen (2007, Steven Soderbergh)
Pirates of the Caribbean: At World's End (2007, Gore Verbinski)
Spider-Man 3 (2007, Sam Raimi)
Transformers (2007, Michael Bay)
27 Dresses (2008, Anne Fletcher)
Australia (2008, Baz Luhrmann)
The Chronicles of Narnia: Prince Caspian (2008, Andrew Adamson)
The Dark Knight (2008, Christopher Nolan)
The Mummy: Tomb of the Dragon Emperor (2008, Rob Cohen)
What Happens in Vegas (2008, Tom Vaughan)
Angels & Demons (2009, Ron Howard)
Avatar (2009, James Cameron)
Bride Wars (2009, Gary Winick)
Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince (2009, David Yates)
Ice Age 3: Dawn of the Dinosaurs (2009, Carlos Saldanha)
The Proposal (2009, Anne Fletcher)
Transformers: Revenge of the Fallen (2009, Michael Bay)
X-Men Origins: Wolverine (2009, Gavin Hood)
Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows: Part 1 (2010, David Yates)
Inception (2010, Christopher Nolan)
Killers (2010, Robert Luketic)
Knight and Day (2010, James Mangold)
Letters to Juliet (2010, Gary Winick)
Life as We Know It (2010, Greg Berlanti)
The Chronicles of Narnia: The Voyage of the Dawn Treader (2010, Michael Apted)
Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows: Part 2 (2011, David Yates)
Johnny English Reborn (2011, Oliver Parker)
Mission: Impossible â Ghost Protocol (2011, Brad Bird)
Pirates of the Caribbean: On Stranger Tides (2011, Rob Marshall)
Real Steel (2011, Shawn Levy)
Thor (2011, Kenneth Branagh)
X: First Class (2011, Matthew Vaughn)
Ice Age: Continental Drift (2012, Steve Martino/Mike Thurmeier)
The Dark Knight Rises (2012, Christopher Nolan)
The Hobbit: An Unexpected Journey (2012, Peter Jackson)
Pacific Rim (2013, Guillermo del Toro)
The Hobbit: The Desolation of Smaug (2013, Peter Jackson)
Thor: The Dark World (2013, Alan Taylor)
When Calls the Heart (2013, Michael Landon Jr.)
The Hobbit: The Battle of the Five Armies (2014, Peter Jackson)
Transcendence (2014, Wally Pfister)
X-Men: Days of Future Past (2014, Bryan Singer)
Jurassic World (2015, Colin Trevorrow)
Mission: Impossible - Rogue Nation (2015, Christopher McQuarrie)
The Man from U.N.C.L.E. (2015, Guy Ritchie)
Ice Age: Collision Course (2016, Mike Thurmeier)
Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them (2016, David Yates)
X-Men: Apocalypse (2016, Bryan Singer)
Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Men Tell No Tales (2017, Joachim Rønning/ Espen Sandberg)
Thor: Ragnarok (2017, Taika Waititi)
Fantastic Beasts: The Crimes of Grindelwald (2018, David Yates)
Johnny English Strikes Again (2018, David Kerr)
Jurassic World: Fallen Kingdom (2018, J. A. Bayona)
Ocean's Eight (2018, Gary Ross)
Code 8 (2019, Jeff Chan)
X-Men: Dark Phoenix (2019, Simon Kinberg)
Fantastic Beasts: The Secrets of Dumbledore (2022, David Yates)
Jurassic World Dominion (2022, Colin Trevorrow)
Top Gun: Maverick (2022, Joseph Kosinski)
#partial list of favs#dear god what a journey#never going to do THAT again!#on the other hand it's nice to see I was right regarding pre-2014 movies :P#đredđfurryđcatđtagđ
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Please never vote for any of these people again
Sorry, St Bluebell isnât here today. Â Besides how much I hate Hobby Lobby, the one potentially rage inducing issue I bring up on this site is voting. Â After I have encouraged all of you to register and cast your votes, these people voted to nullify the election results in states where their candidate didnât win. Â They did so *after* the assault on the Capitol Building, after they had seen the consequences of their attempt to undermine the peaceful transfer of power in this country.
Every year our government becomes more powerful, gains more power over the daily lives of its citizens. Â Its knows where you live, it knows who you talk to on the phone, it knows what library books you checked out, it knows what you had for breakfast. Â The most important issue facing us today is whether we, the people, will ensure that we have a government we can trust before we lose all control of it. Â Every single one of these people should be primaried by their own party and never allowed to hold any public office again.
Senate
Tommy Tuberville, Ala.
Rick Scott, Fla.
Roger Marshall, Kan.
John Kennedy, La.
Cindy Hyde-Smith, Miss.
Josh Hawley, Mo.
Ted Cruz, Texas
Cynthia Lummis, Wyo.
House
Robert B. Aderholt, Ala.
Mo Brooks, Ala.
Jerry Carl, Ala.
Barry Moore, Ala.
Gary Palmer, Ala.
Mike Rogers, Ala.
Andy Biggs, Ariz.
Paul Gosar, Ariz.
Debbie Lesko, Ariz.
David Schweikert, Ariz.
Rick Crawford, Ark.
Ken Calvert, Calif.
Mike Garcia, Calif.
Darrell Issa, Calif.
Doug LaMalfa, Calif.
Kevin McCarthy, Calif.
Devin Nunes, Calif.
Jay Obernolte, Calif.
Lauren Boebert, Colo.
Doug Lamborn, Colo.
Kat Cammack, Fla.
Mario Diaz-Balart, Fla.
Byron Donalds, Fla.
Neal Dunn, Fla.
Scott Franklin, Fla.
Matt Gaetz, Fla.
Carlos Gimenez, Fla.
Brian Mast, Fla.
Bill Posey, Fla.
John Rutherford, Fla.
Greg Steube, Fla.
Daniel Webster, Fla.
Rick Allen, Ga.
Earl L. "Buddy" Carter, Ga.
Andrew Clyde, Ga.
Marjorie Taylor Greene, Ga.
Jody Hice, Ga.
Barry Loudermilk, Ga.
Russ Fulcher, Idaho
Mike Bost, Ill.
Mary Miller, Ill.
Jim Baird, Ind.
Jim Banks, Ind.
Greg Pence, Ind.
Jackie Walorski, Ind.
Ron Estes, Kan.
Jacob LaTurner, Kan.
Tracey Mann, Kan.
Harold Rogers, Ky.
Garret Graves, La.
Clay Higgins, La.
Mike Johnson, La.
Steve Scalise, La.
Andy Harris, Md.
Jack Bergman, Mich.
Lisa McClain, Mich.
Tim Walberg, Mich.
Michelle Fischbach, Minn.
Jim Hagedorn, Minn.
Michael Guest, Miss.
Trent Kelly, Miss.
Steven Palazzo, Miss.
Sam Graves, Mo.
Vicky Hartzler, Mo.
Billy Long, Mo.
Blaine Luetkemeyer, Mo.
Jason Smith, Mo.
Matt Rosendale, Mont.
Dan Bishop, N.C.
Ted Budd, N.C.
Madison Cawthorn, N.C.
Virginia Foxx, N.C.
Richard Hudson, N.C.
Gregory F. Murphy, N.C.
David Rouzer, N.C.
Jeff Van Drew, N.J.
Yvette Herrell, N.M.
Chris Jacobs, N.Y.
Nicole Malliotakis, N.Y.
Elise M. Stefanik, N.Y.
Lee Zeldin, N.Y.
Adrian Smith, Neb.
Steve Chabot, Ohio
Warren Davidson, Ohio
Bob Gibbs, Ohio
Bill Johnson, Ohio
Jim Jordan, Ohio
Stephanie Bice, Okla.
Tom Cole, Okla.
Kevin Hern, Okla.
Frank Lucas, Okla.
Markwayne Mullin, Okla.
Cliff Bentz, Ore.
John Joyce, Pa.
Fred Keller, Pa.
Mike Kelly, Pa.
Daniel Meuser, Pa.
Scott Perry, Pa.
Guy Reschenthaler, Pa.
Lloyd Smucker, Pa.
Glenn Thompson, Pa.
Jeff Duncan, S.C.
Ralph Norman, S.C.
Tom Rice, S.C.
William Timmons, S.C.
Joe Wilson, S.C.
Tim Burchett, Tenn.
Scott DesJarlais, Tenn.
Chuck Fleischmann, Tenn.
Mark E. Green, Tenn.
Diana Harshbarger, Tenn.
David Kustoff, Tenn.
John Rose, Tenn.
Jodey Arrington, Texas
Brian Babin, Texas
Michael C. Burgess, Texas
John R. Carter, Texas
Michael Cloud, Texas
Pat Fallon, Texas
Louie Gohmert, Texas
Lance Gooden, Texas
Ronny Jackson, Texas
Troy Nehls, Texas
August Pfluger, Texas
Pete Sessions, Texas
Beth Van Duyne, Texas
Randy Weber, Texas
Roger Williams, Texas
Ron Wright, Texas
Burgess Owens, Utah
Chris Stewart, Utah
Ben Cline, Va.
Bob Good, Va.
Morgan Griffith, Va.
Robert J. Wittman, Va.
Carol Miller, W.Va.
Alexander X. Mooney, W.Va.
Scott Fitzgerald, Wis.
Tom Tiffany, Wis.
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now or never [quinn fabray]
quinn fabray x reader
requested:Â hey!! I love your imagines! I was wondering if you could do a Quinn Fabray x reader where the reader is a basketball player and Quinn is cheering her on at the biggest game. Then after she wins, they go back home and celebrate. Thanks!!
*not my gif*
Troy Bolton and Gabriella Montez. Nathan Scott and Haley James.
A pair of couples where one plays basketball and the other is the supportive partner. All of these couples went down in history.
But history may want to add one more name to that list: Y/N Y/L/N and Quinn Fabray.
âAre you nervous?â your girlfriend asked as she wore her Cheerios uniform that fit her perfectly. You were throwing your jersey top over your head, the girls locker room buzzing with noise and anticipation.
You let out a deep breath, wrapping your arms around her waist, pulling her closer. She looked up at you with a soft smile on her face and you smiled back, placing a chaste kiss to her lips, âA little yeah. I mean itâs the state championship game. McKinley High hasnât been here since 1989, neither girls or boys. Iâm the captain I feel like all of this is riding on me.â
She went on her tippy toes to kiss you, yet again. Trying her best to calm your nerves, âYouâre gonna do great. You wanna know why?â you just hummed in response, âBecause you are the best and the hottest basketball player I know.â she booped your nose and you scrunched it up, which caused a giggle to emit from her mouth.
âWhy thank you.â you replied with a smile, kissing her forehead.
You wrapped your arms around her tighter, pulling her closer for a hug. She nestled her head into your chest, the two of you swaying back and forth for a little bit. Before you pressed a kiss to the top of her head, hooking your chin on the top of her head.
The two of you were in your own little bubble before Coach Beiste blew her whistle, âY/L/N, letâs go! We have a game to play!â
You sighed softly, loosening your grip on your girlfriend, âYouâre gonna be amazing.â she whispered, kissing you softly, âI love you.â
Placing another chaste kiss to her lips, âAnd I love you. Iâll see you out there.â
You rushed over towards the rest of the team and the announcer called out your names. All of your charged onto the court, your home gym bustling with excitement. You and the rest of the starters got onto the court, taking practice shots. Each one of them landing with ease.
The whistled blew indicating the start of the game. You got into your position at point guard while the centers were in the middle of the court ready to jump for the ball.
Your eyes caught onto your beautiful blonde girlfriend who was just staring at you with a proud smile. You kissed the tips of your fingers before pretending to shoot a basketball straight towards her. It was something the two of you picked up as a good luck charm before each quarter of the game.
The ball was thrown into the air and your center hit the ball towards you. You grabbed the ball dribbling it down the court, passing it to your power forward who was open by the net. She shot it up making an easy lay up giving your team the first points of the game.
âAnd Marshall with the layup with an amazing assist from starting point guard Y/L/N!â the announcer exclaimed as you were running down the court.
The first quarter was a blood bath for the other team. Great defense, but everything slowly started to fell apart by the second quarter. Mistaken fouls, bad defense, no shots were going in for any of us.
You were dribbling down court and once you found one of your teammates open you passed it to them. As you ran your route to get closer to the basket, the other team tipped it out of bounds. But desperate to save the ball you dove with your hand out to try and hit it towards the in-bounds.
But it didnât matter anyway because the whistle blew and the half was over.
âAnd that concludes the first half of our state championship game everyone. With the Carmel High School leading over McKinley High 47-26.â all of you stumbled off the court and back into the locker rooms.
You headed straight towards your locker, getting the Ace bandage tape that you use on all of your finger jams. You wrapped it around your middle and ring finger, letting out a disappointed sigh when Coach Beiste came in. The morale in the room slowly drifting away, it felt like our varsity football teamâs locker room. Minus all of the toxic masculinity.
âAlright girls listen up! You need to get the pressure off of yourselves! No one in this room is gonna make any plays or shots if you keep getting down on yourselves. You need to get the morale up! We donât have much time, but I believe in all of you! You just need to believe in yourselves.â she preached and all of you let out a sigh before nodding, âY/L/N, you have the floor.â
You threw your tape back into your locker before facing the rest of the girls, âCoach is right. Weâre not gonna win this if we donât get off of ourselves. Win or lose, at least we can say we played the very best that we possibly can. But until the final horn blows, we fight until the very end. As Troy Bolton once said, itâs now or never!â
Everyone cheered and you could feel the morale boost back up. All of the girls seemed to be more loose than before. And you could see your girlfriend standing by the entrance of the locker room.
âNow hydrate up! Do what you need to do and lets go back out there and fight!â you yelled and everyone dispersed from the circle.
You snuck over to the entrance of the locker room and you wrapped your arms back around her. Kissing her forehead softly.
âYou okay?â she asked softly and you nodded, âThat was a nice speech, I think the girls needed to hear that. But did that calm your own nerves?â
âI donât know. Itâs nice to see everyone all loose again, but I just keep thinking that Iâm going to blow it.â you admitted and she smiled at you sadly.
She cupped both of your cheeks and pressed a passionate kiss to your lips. When the two of you pulled apart, she smiled at you with a proud smile on her face, âWin or lose, youâre still gonna be the champion of my heart. You can do this, I believe in you.â
You chuckled softly, âThat was cheesy.â
âI know, but you loved it.â
You saw the time and noticed halftime was about to end. You pressed one last kiss to Quinnâs lips before pulling away, âI love you.â you mumbled.
âI love you.â she whispered back, kissing your cheek.
You and your team ran back onto the court. And you saw Quinn sneak back onto the court where the Cheerios were. The crowd was buzzing yet again as the bleachers were full of people from both sides. In the middle rows you could see the glee club sitting there cheering you on. Even Kurt and Rachel came to support.
You got back into positions waiting for the tip off. You kissed the tips of your fingers once again before shooting it towards Quinn. She smiled softly, catching your flying kiss and placing it on her heart. She mouthed the words: âI love youâ and an instant smile broke out onto your face, mouthing the words back.
The whistle blew and everything took off. Your teammate passed you the ball and you found yourself open in three point range. So you shot the ball letting it fly and went in with ease.
âThere ya go Y/N!â Coach Beiste yelled from the sidelines, your teammate giving you a high five.
The whole energy was different. Everyone seemed to believe in themselves more than before. And before you know it, you were down to the final quarter with two points down and three points to win the game. But you were double-teamed, thereâs no way that youâd be able to get a shot off.
âWhat are we gonna do Coach?â you asked, âI canât get a shot off.â
âAll we can do is try to find an opening. Keep fighting girls we got this!â
All of your broke the huddle and your teammate on the sideline passed you the ball. The rest of your teammates passed the ball around until the clock started to wind down. There was an opening to make a shot for two but you needed three. If you get fouled though, this could work. Letâs just hope and pray.
You took the shot, the ball falling into the net with ease. And you felt your whole body get pushed onto the floor, you could feel the court marks burning onto your skin already. You laid on the ground for a while praying for the foul whistle to blow. For a moment you didnât think it was coming, until it finally did.
âAnd thereâs Y/N Y/L/N with the and one!! If she makes this free throw right here, McKinley High could finally win a state championship since 1989!â the announcer exclaimed.
Your teammates reached out there hands, lifting you up. They patted your back softly as all of them got into formation. Your hands shaking slightly at how nervous you were getting. You looked into the stands to see your parents jumping up and down in anticipation, the glee kids biting their nails and refusing to watch, and all of the other families that you could possibly disappoint right now.
Until your eyes finally landed on Quinn. She smiled at you softly, gesturing for you to take a breath. You followed her breathing, but it still wasnât enough to calm your nerves. She laid her pom poms down onto the floor, kissing the tip of your fingers. And shooting her kiss towards you, as you broke into a smile. The kiss easing your tension, you caught it placing it on your heart. She gave you a subtle nod and you returned it before getting back onto the court.
You dribbled the ball a couple times at the free throw line. The crowd deathly silent, this could make or break the game. You let out a sigh before shooting the ball up in the air, watching in anticipation.
And it landed with a satisfying swish.
The girls ran out towards you, yelling in your ear. You jumped up and down. Our side of the gym going absolutely insane. Our six foot, six inch center raised you up on her shoulders. Coach Beiste handed you the state championship trophy and you raised it above your head. The cheering growing even louder at your action.
Your eyes caught onto Quinnâs who had a proud smile on her face, âHey can you put me down?â you whispered to your center and she nodded.
You landed onto the court floor, rushing towards your girlfriend. A lot of people giving your high fives and saying âgood jobâ on the way there. After swimming through the crowd for how long you finally made it to her. You wrapped your arms around her waist, lifting her up and spinning her around.
When you finally put her back down, you crashed your lips onto hers. You placed your hand on the back of her head, pulling her closer than you thought imaginable.
âIâm so proud of you.â she mumbled as the need to breathe became more evident.
âI couldnât have done it without you.â
When the crowd finally disappeared, you found yourself back in the locker room, showering up and getting dressed. You found your parents, the glee kids, and Quinn standing outside the locker room waiting for you. All of you giving them a celebratory hug.
You and Quinn intertwined your fingers together, walking towards the front door, âMeet you guys at my house!â you yelled towards the rest of your friends.
You opened Quinnâs door for her, letting her sink into your passenger seat, âAre you sure you donât want to go out and celebrate with the rest of your team?â
âIâm sure. Iâd rather spend it with you and our friends than some big party.â you admitted and she smiled at you softly, pressing one kiss to her lips.
When you reached to the house you heard the loud music bouncing into the front yard. You smiled at the sight of your best friends dancing around in your living room. And you could smell the burgers your dad was grilling in the back.
âThere she is, the champion of the hour!â Sam yelled as you entered the house.
You rolled your eyes before giving all of them a hug again. All of you laughing and smiling throughout most of the night. Rachel and Blaine set up the karaoke machine that Rachel got you for Christmas.
Everyone taking turns singing and laughing at how cheesy this was. You squeezed Quinnâs hand gesturing for her to follow you. You led her to your backyard where the pool was, placing your feet onto the edge. Letting the cool water lap over your feet. She followed your suit, resting her head on her shoulder.
Her hair was no longer in a high pony. Her blonde locks finally falling off her shoulders. You intertwined her fingers with yours, resting your head on her shoulder.
âThank you.â you said to her.
âFor what?â she asked.
âAlways being there for me. Being my number one supporter. I couldnât have done this if it wasnât for you.â you confessed and she smiled.
âIâm always gonna be here.â she whispered back and you smiled proudly at her, kissing her softly.
Until you felt yourself being pushed into the pool. You could still feel Quinnâs hand intertwined with yours, so you know it wasnât her. You resurfaced in the water and saw Finn and Puck standing there, giving each other a high five. But little did they know Mike and Sam were right behind them.
Everyone broke out into a pool fight, throwing each other in and messing around in the pool. Quinn wrapped her arms around you and you placed a kiss to the top of her head, watching the scene unfold in front of you.
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Animorphia - Fan Cast
I thought by I could make some fan cast if I can hear any voice actors or actress for my fan story. That's all I could think of any fan casts. Let me know when you ask me.
Kevin Schon - Timon
Ernie Sabella - Pumbaa
Haley Tju - Marcy Wu/Darcy Wu
Maliah Bargas-Good - Young Marcy
Ryan Potter - Eddie Wu
Tara Strong - Young Eddie
Tress MacNeille - Princess Tatiana
Brenda Song - Anne Boonchuy
Kai Zen - Young Anne
Justin Felbinger - Sprig Plantar
Amanda Leighton - Polly Plantar
Bill Farmer - Hopadiah Plantar
Anna Akana - Sasha Waybright
Madeleine McGraw - Young Sasha
Zendaya - Bailey Padilla
Delaney Rose Stein - Young Bailey
Matthew Bradock - Simba
Neve Campbell - Nala
Khary Peyton - Rafiki
Jeff Bennett - Zazu
Julie Kavner - Timon's Mother
J.K. Simmons - Uncle Max
On Braly - Mrs. Boonchuy
Brian Sounalath - Mr. Boonchuy
Keith David - King Andrias
Troy Baker - Captain Grime
Michelle Dockery - Lady Olivia
Zehra Fazal - General Yunnan
Katie Michelle Crown - Ivy Sundew
Jill Bartlett - Maddie Flour
James Patrick Stuart - One-Eyed Wally
Stephen Root - Mayor Toadstool
Laila Berzins - Sadie Croaker
Brian Maillard - Leopold Loggle
Marlow Barkley - Rosemary Flour
Mia Allan - Lavender Flour
Ella Allan - Ginger Flour
Mona Marshall - Sylvia Sundew
Sean Giambrone - Ethan Day
Cassie Glow - Molly Jo
Brad Garrett - Robert Otto
Melissa VillaseĂąor - Ally
Dana Davis - Jess
Anika Noni Rose - Dr. Jan
RuPaul Charles - Mr. X
Kate Micucci as Terri
Cree Summers - Dr. Frakes
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anonymous asked:Â mw?
if you want a most wanted from a few or a specific fandom ask, here are just a generalized one. itâs a long list so i put it under read more.. also bolded might be characters i really want.
lex luthor, barry allen, eobard thawne, oliver queen, wally west, cisco ramon, julian dorn, harrison wells, eddie thawn, joe west, tommy merlyn, john diggle, roy harper, curtis holt, adrian chase, emiko queen, ricardo diaz, william clayton, beth chapel, lois lane, selina kyle, nora west-allen, lucy quinzel, donna troy, dinah lance, courtney whitmore, connor hawke, pat dugan, alex danvers, jennifer pierce, anissa pierce, iris west, mia smoak, rick tyler, starman, mike dugan, henry king jr, cameron mahkent, mon-el, winn schott, jimmy olsen, maxwell lord, kara danvers, j'onn j'onzz, khalil payne, jefferson pierce, aly, freddie, aubrey, lonnie, jane, mal, evie, audrey, doug, gil, harry hook, zevon, jay, gaston jr, gaston the third, jafar, hans, kristoff, prince eric, prince phillip, ron stoppable, mickey mouse, maui, john darling, michael darling, jack skelenton, mulan, elsa, anna, tiana, oogie boogie, prince florian, jack-jack parr, dash parr, the bloody baron, hugo weasley, peter pettigrew, lucius malfoy, horace slughorn, mad eye moody, barty crouch jr, barty crouch senior, george weasley, percy weasley, amycus carrow, albus dumbledore, aberforth dumbledore, credence barebone, antonin dolohov, augustus rookwood, avery, carban yaxley, gregory goylve, vincent crabbe, cormac mclaggen, tina goldstein, hermione granger, dorcas meadowes, mary mcdonald, marlene mckinnon, roxanne weasley, luna lovegood, leta lestrange, queenie goldstein, hulk, wolverine, loki, black panther, clint barton, groot, cable, nick fury, magneto, luke cage, iceman, carol danvers,  valkyrie, wanda maximoff, pepper potts, morgan stark, mary jane watson, kitty pride, jubilee, jessica jones, jean gray, peggy carter, lady sif, gamora professor x, stefan salvatore, klaus mikaelson, enzo, elijah mikaelson, jeremy gilbert, john gilbert, alaric saltzman, tyler lockwood, matt donovan, kol mikaelson, marcel gerard, jackson kenner, vincent griffith, josie saltzman, lizzie saltzman, alyssa chang, jade, hayley marshall, davina claire, freya mikaelson, esther mikaelson, vicki donovan, caroline forbes, elena gilbert, bonnie bennett, josh rosza, declan, roman, tristan de martel, milton greasley, ryan clarke, jed, kaleb, rafael waithe, grover underwood, luke castellan, tyson, piper mclean, zoe nightshade, hazel levensque, reyna ramirez arellano, ethan nakamura, poseidon, hades, zeus, hephaestus, ares, will solace, frank zhang, jason grace, leo valdez, octavian, renesmee cullen, bella swan, alice cullen, leah, sulpicia, jane, victoria, carlisle cullen, archie cullen, emmett cullen, earnest cullen, royal hale, caius, aro, alec, demetri, felix, afton, garrett, benjamin, mr. gold, peter pan, cora, snow white, regina mills, lucy mills, henry mills, baelfire, robin hood, david nolen, jefferson, august booth, vuctir frankenstein, archie hopper, graham humbert, isabelle lightwood, clary fairchild, jocelyn fairchild, celine herondale, maia roberts jace hernodale, simon lewis, valentine morgenstern, jordan kyle, lucian graymark, raphael santiago, lorenzo rey, meliorn, jonathan morgenstern, bow, sea hawk, yoda, mando, leia organa, padme amidala, finn, poe dameron, ben solo, anakin solo, jacen solo, luke skywalker, rose tico, qiâre obi-wan kenobi, chewbacca, reyâs mother, reyâs father, han solo, darth maul, boba fett, count dooku, qui-gon jinn, jango fett, lando calrissian, sky, bloom, stella, flora, musa, techna, aisha, brandon, timmy, riven, helia, nabu, roy, prince thoren, & nex. Â
#appless rp#town rp#supernatural rp#fandom rp#new rp#oc rp#mumu rp#marvel rp#mcu rp#dc rp#hp rp#twilight rp#star wars rp#multifandom rp#tvd rp#disney rp#descendants rp#ouat rp#answered#mw#shadowhunters rp
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CFWC F/AotW - Oct 29 - Nov 4, 2023
âď¸= Fanfic | đą= Text Fics/Edits | đ¨= Fanart âď¸ = Mature Content 18+ | đĽ = Explicit/NSFW 18+ đłď¸âđ = LGBTQIA đ = Halloween
BLADES OF LIGHT & SHADOW
BLOODBOUND
Kamilah Sayeed Fanart đ¨by @myautumnrose
Lily Spencer Fanart đ¨ by @sazanes
CRIMES OF PASSION
Crimes Drabble âď¸ đłď¸âđ| Trystan Thorne x MC - @lilyoffandoms
Marguerite's Halloween Bacchanalia, Part 1 | Trystan Thorne x F!MC - @moominofthevalley âď¸đ
Marguerite's Halloween Bacchanalia, Part 2 | Trystan Thorne x F!MC - @moominofthevalley âď¸đ
FIRST COMES LOVE
Blake Marshall x MC Fanart đ¨by @mydemonsdrivealimo for @totojo2
IMMORTAL DESIRES
When the Dark Comes, Leave a Light âď¸đłď¸âđ| m! cas x m!gabe - @aria-ashryver
NIGHTBOUND
Duty & Pleasure âď¸| Nik Ryder x F!MC - @ladylamrian
OPEN HEART
THE ROYAL ROMANCE
Birthday âď¸đ¨ | Drake Walker x MC art by @rosefuckinggeniusfic by @petiteboheme
Trick or Treat âď¸| Liam Rys x F!OC - @kristinamae093
Vancross (Series) âď¸âď¸| Liam Rys x F!OC - @ao719 Chapter 19: As Long As There's You At My Side
WAKE THE DEAD
Survival of the Fittest đ¨| Brynn, f!mc / Brynn, m!mc @fairymatchmaker
Troy Hassan x Saeedđ¨đłď¸âđby @/artbyainna (C: @lilyoffandoms)
*** Please note: Since we were on vacation last week, these fics/creations will be reblogged on CFWC between now and Friday, November 10th.
#choices fanfic#choices fanart#blades of light and shadow#bloodbound#crimes of passion#first comes love#immortal desires#nightbound#open heart#the royal romance#wake the dead#choices fic writers creations#cfwc fics of the week#playchoices#playchoices fanfic#playchoices fanart#choices stories you play
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