#(Sorry for the delay!)

[mathysphere]

The pattern for the Pi Day Nonograms is up! It's the same design as in the puzzles, but all together for ease of stitching. There's also a Pattern Keeper version, as well.

The different numeral systems are, from the top: Babylonian, Maya, Chinese, Arabic, Roman, and Burmese.

It was a lot of fun balancing this design to work as a pattern versus working as a set of puzzles-- I may get together my notes on the creation of it sometime. :)

[pattern here] [nonograms here] [all my pi day stuff here]

[aghostnamedcalamity]

What might Benjamin look like in the 1980s?

You sure gave me a run for my money with this question, anon 😂 my tiny little brain had to work in overdrive, but I really appreciate the interest and the thoughtful question! So first and foremost thank you.

He would look somewhat like this:

In the 80s, he’ll be in his 50s. Overall he’d be a pretty cheerful guy. Got his momma’s personality for the most part. He’d be graying a bit due to his tendency to stress as well as having a mentally demanding job. Would need glasses (technically needs them in his youth but refuses to wear them). Would wear those super baggy, wide coats, clothes, ties that were popular at the time and would be endlessly criticized by his elderly father for looking like a ridiculous pile of cloth in his opinion. But unlike Mordecai, he’s pretty adaptable to the changing times.

[codychristiantreasures]

[regular-gnome]

4. I can't belive you lost him

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[samgiddings]

I have officially graduated, which means I finally have the time to re-open my full commissions! I put this together pretty quickly as I would like to get started ASAP, so please don't hesitate to reach out if you have any questions!

I prefer contact by email, so if you're interested, please email unteletoonz@gmail.com !! :) Payment is processed through paypal, and is only taken after you receive a sketch as proof of concept.

Prices below the cut for anyone who needs them:

ICONS - A shoulders-up, fully rendered drawing including a simple background. $30 USD

FULL-BODY (Lineless style) - A full body illustration of the character in a flatter, lineless style. Includes a simple background. $60 USD*

FULL-BODY (Animation style) - A full body illustration of the character in a more rendered, modern animation inspired style. $65 USD*

SKETCH WITH COLOUR - A cleaned up sketch with primarily flat colours added to it. BUST (shoulders up) - $15 USD. HALF (approx waist up) - $30 USD*

MORE COMPLEX PAINT-Y STYLE?

email me and I can give you an estimate based on the complexity!

AND on the note of complexity, all commissions but specifically the ones with *'s next to the prices are subject to a slight increase in price based on complexity.

[whysoblue2]

Winter Holidays Blues

With the winter holidays, I must take time off the writing and drawing to attend to real-life social commitments! I DON'T LIKE 😢 *kicks and screams like a baby girl* I'll try my best to have the next chapter posted next week but it's a very long one so it'll take extra editing and proofing. Sorry for the wait! Please accept this Kallamar with earmuffs WIP to convey my mood instead:

[crabsnpersimmons]

Your have you eaten boys keep cooking for us, I want to cook for them!

It may not be nearly as skillful as what they can make but hopefully they’ll still enjoy what I’ve made!

Oh wait… they can’t eat.

But they can still taste! Hopefully they’ll still enjoy the food!

I’ve made my specialties! Pot roast, and banana cream pie!

(I went looking for actual photos of the last time I made these and I could only find a photo of the last time I made hot and sour soup. I get so caught up in getting to eat the food I forget to take pictures! But here’s that soup photo just for fun.)

OUGH thank you so much for sharing your cooking, Robin!! these look SUPER yummy and the boys would love it. they are able to eat too, so they'd happily enjoy your cooking 🥰

also i can totally relate to getting so caught up in eating food that i also forget to take pictures. "camera eats first?" no, i eat first 😂

today is actually canadian thanksgiving so these would be great for a thanksgiving potluck!

happy canadian thanksgiving y'all! i'm thankful for all of you and the wonderful community we have in the dca fandom!!

[eggtomatosoup]

.ok so i found ur tumblr from the oc animatic which is SICK AS FUCK by the way an d i just spent like an hour scrolling through i think three years (?) of the meatguy things and ive gotta say these are in my top ten flesh of all time. incredibly fucking muscle tissue completely unparalleled hambur ger

but i do have Many a question

.where did the meat come from & can i say hello to it i think its really cool

what is the horses name and also would it like a carrot. i have a carrot to give to the horse

really good meat & also characters also .12/10

thanks! :) I'm glad you enjoy them.... 🍔🍟

-its not important where the meat "comes from", but at the moment there's a specific person "influencing" it. You could say hello! it wouldn't respond, though.

-mark would probably eat a carrot . crunchy...

[judesmoonbeauty]

Oh my god, thank you so much for you hard work!! Remember to rest well!!

How do get information on the way Jude speaks? I tried to find 'em online came up empty-handed (⁠･ั⁠ω⁠･ั⁠)

Hi hi!

You’re welcome, and thank you I will💓

I’m not sure if you’re referring to how he speaks in Japanese, or English.

But in a nutshell, for Japanese he usually speaks in kansai-ben dialect. Which is translated into his rougher, more informal, everyday speech. I typically look up the cockney dialect for this.

However, he speaks the Tokyo-dialect as well when occasions call for it, such as business meetings, being present in front of the Queen, etc. That’s what’s referred to as his “Queen’s English” or his proper, eloquent English.

I’m not sure if this answers your question or not, but if not then please let me know.✨

[mamawasatesttube]

Top five comic book writers and/or artists you would like to shake warmly by the hand for the good work they do

OOH good one!!! let's see.

judd winick. mostly for terry berg's storyline in gl1990 but also just in general for his work in bringing queer characters and plots into comics without just using them as shock or angst fodder (looking at you, ron marz.)

tom grummett. he understands how to draw kids/teens looking like kids and teens and aughghhhh his kon-els are everything to me!!! also his work in robin '93 :)

jon lewis, speaking of robin '93. his issues were absolutely my favorite of the whole run. he leaned harder into supernatural weirdness than a lot of other writers on robin '93 but it was SO fun to me, and also more importantly, his character work was really solid and a lot more enjoyable to read than, say, dixon and his godawful attempts at writing girls.

louise simonson! steel '94 is one of my favorite runs, and i enjoyed her work in a lot of other triangle era superman stories, too. honestly, most of the triangle era superman team would be on this list, but just going "all the supey guys :)" feels like a cop-out. (also, jeph loeb is in there, and though he's written some of my favorite superman issues i would NEVER shake his hand because of the atrocities he committed against kara.)

karl kesel. shocking, i know, given how many criticisms of the man's writing i have, but he did also write a lot of superman issues i have heartily enjoyed, plus he created my favorite character, and i do love sb94 for all its many flaws. also, unlike nearly every damn superboy writer after him, he knows the definition of the word "clone", which is apparently a VERY high bar not only for the fandom but also for dc itself as an organization.

honorable mention to bilquis evely for beautiful beautiful art :)

[thomas-mvller]

Jamal Musiala (1') Harry Kane (7') Nicolai Remberg (13' OG) Harry Kane (43') Michael Olise (65') Harry Kane (90'+1') Holstein Kiel | 1 - 6 | FC Bayern München 2024/2025 Bundesliga - matchweek 3

[petrichor-inn]

Prologue: August 1st

August 1st (Sat), Morning Natsume's Room

Natsume Takashi: …Now then.

Nyanko-sensei: Fuwahhhh… What, you’re up so early.

Natsume Takashi: I’d better get on with my assignment.

Natsume Takashi: Besides, it’d feel like such a waste to stay cooped up in the room when the weather’s so nice.

Natsume Takashi: That aside… You sure seem sleepy, Nyanko-sensei. Just what time did you drink until?

Nyanko-sensei: I remember seeing the sky to the east turn light.

Natsume Takashi: Isn’t that almost until the morning…

Nyanko-sensei: I guess so.

Natsume Takashi: Surely it's not something to be proud of.

Fujiwara Touko: Takashi-kun—! Breakfast’s ready—!

Natsume Takashi: Got it—! Coming—!

Nyanko-sensei: Alright—! It’s time to eat—! Let’s go, Natsume. What’re you spacing out for?

Natsume Takashi: …You’ve suddenly become energized again.

Natsume Takashi: Thanks for the food.

Fujiwara Touko: Takashi-kun, are you going out somewhere today?

Natsume Takashi: Yes; I think I'll start working on my assignment report in earnest starting today.

Fujiwara Touko: Ara, is that so? It seems like today will be hot too, so be careful, okay?

Natsume Takashi: Yes, thank you.

Fujiwara Shigeru: Ah, that’s right. I have something I want to give you, Takashi.

Natsume Takashi: What is it?

Fujiwara Shigeru: It’s this…

Natsume Takashi: (A camera… I'm sure it's the one Shigeru-san uses.)

Fujiwara Shigeru: I was thinking it might come in handy with your assignment.

Fujiwara Shigeru: You can hold onto it during the summer break.

Natsume Takashi: Is it okay? Thank you!

Fujiwara Touko: Fufu. Good luck with your assignment, okay?

Natsume Takashi: Yes!

[🔑Important Item: Camera]

[Tutorial: Work on the Assignment Report]

[Assignment Report unlocked]

August 1st (Sat), Morning Kitchen

>Talk to Fujiwara Touko Fujiwara Touko: The sun is strong in the summer, so it helps the laundry dry quickly.

Fujiwara Touko: The heat is tough, but it can be a good help too.

>Leave the house

Nyanko-sensei: Alright, since we’ve eaten, let’s go.

Natsume Takashi: Yeah.

Natsume Takashi: (The wind sure is hot… The light is so strong that it's a bit blinding just to go outside.)

Natsume Takashi: (...This is what the arrival of summer feels like.)

Nyanko-sensei: So, where are we going today?

Natsume Takashi: Let me think—

Natsume Takashi: (—Now then, where to?)

[masterlist | doc]

[miss-conner3]

How would ando deal with the existencal horror of his brother never ever letting him die?

¡A question related to one of the central points of the AU! (OoO)

Happy and conflicted because answering your question would be a kind of spoiler, but maybe I can answer part of it in a different way (ouo)/

¡Here it goes!~

As I mentioned before, Ando is still not aware of what his brother did to him to bring him back, and even less that his brother has him tied to life for "a reason" that I have yet to draw <(ouo)>

(That also includes how Ando would react to knowing this, sorry.)

But what I can say is that whatever the lamb has done will have consequences.

Both for him and for Ando.

At some point, I will talk more about this, but for now, this is all (owo)

¡Thanks for asking, and sorry for the wait! (>//<)/

[aghostnamedcalamity]

How would Benjamin design his secret base/clubhouse? Bonus point if you can show whatever floor plans he'd draw for it.

Here’s the plans he submitted to Mordecai!

They did not get approved.

[milgram-tournament]

MILGRAM Best Song Tournament, Round 1, Match 6 ALL KNOWING AND ALL AGONY vs. TEAR DROP

Propaganda for both options under the cut!

Propaganda for AKAA:

"AKAA is wonderful song with such bitter irony, bc that doesn't look like song someone who was voted inno… And we know more about Haruka! we see his mother! AND "MAKE MY DREAMU COME TRUE"??? NO I AM NOT CRYING YOU ARE CRYING (also I should say this is first song i heard and I love AKAA so, so much <3 let's do it <3)"

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1. It establishes so much of Haruka's character and backstory that was omitted from Weakness!! It helps shape Haruka's character so much and really helped with voting.

2.THE VOCALS OH MY GOD. This song really lets the voice of Haruka's VA shine!! It has some really nice growls but also has that soft part in the bridge!!

Overall it's just really good I love Haruka Sakurai

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Propaganda for AKAA:

Definitely one of the most hype songs from T2

The vocals are Banging

Absolutely love the taxidermy symbolism

Haruka is a sad little puppy

Everyone stand for the Mommy Issues Athem 🫡

Propaganda for TEAR DROP:

"yuno kashiki enthusiast here anyways tear drop propaganda WE BALL

let's start off with the lyrics! holy fuck, i'm so glad yuno finally got to say what she's wanted to say!!

and she fully shows the fact that she does compensated dating through the lyrics ("the wanted wanting the wanted")

and even if it sounds like she's scolding the audience for the song, she's also scolding her clients! they only perceive her as a certain type of character and deciding that's all she is. She's upset that we decided based on how "naïve" she looked instead of her actual crime (to be honest, I could write a whole analysis into why her murder is perfect for her character anywa) and she doesn't care what will happen to her, she needs her opinions heard

also kinda rap section?? banger fr

THE VISUALS!! GOOD LORD THE VISUALS!!! THEY ARE SO BANGER!!! they're really pretty and gosh i literally don't know what to say, the scene where vampire is in the background and it transitions to yuno sitting on her bed... the pink tinted glasses (YES FUCK I LOVE THAT MAN!!!!) THE COAT!! THOSE INBETWREN SCENES i'm obbing

AND THE INSTRUMENTAL!! PLEASE IM BEGGING YOU ALL LISTEN TO THE INSTRUMRNTAL OF HER SONG THERES SO MANY SMALL DETAILS!! SIRENS, TEAR DROPS RAHHH THE CLAPS/CLICKING TJE TECHNO PIANO GUITAR??? THE INSTRIMENTS I CANT NAME I THINK THEY ALL HAVE SOME READON OF BEING IN THE SONG AND I WILL FIND OUT IN AN ANAKYSIS POST I JUDT LOVE IT AUEUEU

literally tear drop is the banger ever i listen to this shit religiously thank you for listening to my tear drop propaganda"

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-Yuno’s voice. Enough said. -The imagery in the MV is brilliantly used, and doesn’t shy away from the horrors of Yuno’s line of work. -Vampire cameo!!! -Almost Lo-Fi vibes to the instrumental?? I can’t really explain it but it’s a vibe and I’m 100% here for it,

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"For teardrop: The pink aesthetic in the MV as a whole makes it super nice to look at :D"

[bryhoney]

Recognisance pt. 4

Here she is! Not 100% pleased with it so may come back and change bits but otherwise!

Previous. Next

AO3

Please see the tags for TW - MDNI! (COD Typical TW)

The base was a series of sprawling, networking tunnels built into the mountain range. The lack of natural light and the pristine cleanliness of the facility gave it an uneasy, clinical feel. 

You were free to wander around when Gabriel was away from the base, although the areas you were ‘authorised’ to enter were mainly communal spaces. Once the people occupying these spaces learned of your affiliation to Rorke, they became withdrawn and quiet - ignoring you when you walked through the door. 

You don’t visit those rooms very often. 

You were only barred from entering areas that contained their more recent advancements; notably their engineering and weaponry projects. No part of you wanted to be privy to that level of information. You’d been captured before, God knows what information you’d already gifted the Ghosts and their US superiors. 

It had been that sinking realisation that stopped you from pouring over the blueprints someone had left out on their workspace. You had gotten lost on your way to yet another meeting Gabriel had invited you to on your third day. The office hadn’t looked like it belonged to one of the Generals. It had been unlocked and there, right in front of you, were the locations and plans for the Federation’s most important asset: weapon-based satellites. 

LOKI

It was this kind of information that the Ghosts were after, possibly information you’d already fed to them - you wouldn’t give them any more. You had squeezed your eyes shut and stumbled away from the office, trying to wash away any memory of those files. 

The meeting you had been making your way to was already underway by the time you’d found it. You recall how Rorke had glared at you, shaking his head once you entered. He had been sitting at the front, arms crossed and facing the rest of the personnel. The General who led the meeting had explained their concerns regarding the US Army’s recent movements. 

It was a concern that echoed around the base in the days that followed. 

The Americans were growing increasingly bold and the Federation’s forces still weren’t large enough to launch effective counterattacks. Let alone another attack like the one attempted two years ago.

The attack you’d been captured in. 

The Federation had been forced underground to regroup and rebuild. Most of the manpower and the weaponry they’d been creating had also been lost that day. 

The Federation was still effectively in ruins. You weren’t sure what Rorke’s plan was regarding the Ghosts, the most he had revealed was that he’d proposed the completion of the facility you were in. You couldn’t shake the feeling that there shouldn’t even be a base this close to the border, or at least, not one that Rorke inhabits. 

You’d tried to make yourself useful around the base, the Federation higher-ups weren’t happy at Gabriel’s suggestion to put you on intelligence. Surveillance was more suited to you at the moment, something low stakes, watching the perimeter or keeping an eye on the entrances whilst boxed away in a stuffy, impenetrable room. You had no access to anything other than the screens in front of you. Occasionally you’d buzz in a squad team that had been sent out to patrol the area. 

Sometimes, it was Rorke you buzzed in and out of the facility. 

There were two others in the room, overlooking the base. It turned out that being infiltrated by the Ghosts multiple times had become a sore spot for the Federation. 

Besides, it motivated you to stay on top of the video feed. Your safety depended on the work you were doing. Gabriel had made it clear that the Ghosts intended to re-capture you. 

In the meantime, your routine largely stayed the same. You still found yourself locked away in a room facing your psychologist every morning. Regrettably, you still hadn’t warmed up to his emotionless approach, the same approach he was using today. 

He asks the same questions each day and it takes a great deal of energy each day not to leap over the table and throttle him. 

He’d just asked about your school life and realised you’d about reached your limit for the day. 

“What’s it to you?” you couldn’t hide your intense dislike of this man. He was cold, reserved and unfeeling. He scrutinised you and never really told you why he was asking these questions, what you could be doing to aid your healing. 

Just the same comment about your short-term memory improving. 

“Can I ask why you’re being so combative today?” he asks, voice unchanging despite the deviation from his normal questioning. 

“Am I not allowed to be?” your arms are crossed and you can’t bring yourself to sit upright in your chair. 

He jots something down, and you roll your eyes. Pretentious. 

“What’s your mother’s name?” he continues with familiar questions, thank God. You decide to just grin and bear the next few minutes with this man. 

“I don’t know” You’re looking at him now, you hope he can tell that you don’t like him. You’d been so polite, so hopeful that he’d help you. 

“Do you have any brothers or sisters?” 

“I think so, I mean-? I told you, I don’t know” You knew with absolute certainty that you had brothers. You had brothers who loved you. 

You felt the intense need to keep this to yourself, maybe you’d tell Gabriel about your recent revelations. He was colder at the moment, intently focused on achieving whatever it was he set out to do whilst he was here. 

“How do you know Rorke?” 

“He’s my commanding officer. He’s helping me to get better, he’s-” you trail off, what was he doing? It felt a lot like he was playing chess with you, although you weren’t his opponent, you were one of his pawns. 

But he held you so carefully, comforted you-

“He’s?” the man prompts, as though you weren’t aware that you’d trailed off. 

“He’s leading the Federation efforts against the Ghost faction of the US army, I trust him”. Each time you admitted that you trusted him, something roiled within you. You knew it was because you were unsettled that he seemed to know more about you than you did. He also seemed to be using this information against you, rather than simply telling you what he knew.  

“Who is Elias Walker?” his voice monotone, clearly finding satisfaction with your previous answer.

“Elias! ELIAS!” It was the boy’s voice, your brother. Your brother knew Elias Walker. 

Your chest caves in on itself, and you quickly find it within yourself to steel yourself and shrug it off as a cough. 

Your brother had known Elias? Maybe he had been hunting him down? You’d need to ask Gabriel these questions if you wanted answers but everything in you told you to keep these fragments of your life quiet. 

“He was the leader of the Ghosts, Rorke killed him two years ago”. That was a fact. Every board that had information on the Ghosts could tell you that. Rorke had told you upon the anniversary of the Scarecrow’s death. A celebration he said, damning the man to Hell over and over again for his betrayal. Elias Walker had deserved a death less merciful than the one Rorke had granted him, he told you. You didn’t push him to elaborate on what that meant. 

“Who are Logan and Hesh Walker?” you knew this one too, the boards surrounding the offices were littered with pictures of them, sightings. 

“They’re Elias’s sons, they’re Ghosts. Alive. Dangerous”. That’s all you do know, except that you heard someone yell his voice once, promising to kill someone. Likely promising to kill you. They’d be some of the people who’d destroyed your mind. 

“Thomas Merrick?” 

A shove, playful “You got it!” a new voice. 

“Another Ghost, alive. He took over as commanding officer .” you roll your eyes, trying to remain calm at the flurry of new memories. 

“Keegan Russ?” 

“Don’t move, keep your head down” the deep gravelly voice, again. This one was beginning to annoy you. 

Instead of closing the session down, he continues, “Do you remember being captured?” 

You pause, “No. I know when I was captured but I don’t remember the actual incident”. You’ve often tried to remember the moment, to know where you had gone wrong. Why you’d been close enough for them to get to you. 

“Do you remember what they did to you?” He asks, 

“Yes. Bits and pieces. I- they-”. You breathe, taking a moment to compose yourself, “I remember some of what they did. I wasn’t trained to withstand it, I don’t-” You clear your throat, “They hurt me”. It’s all you manage, weirdly proud of your ability to compose yourself in front of this idiot who you’re barely restraining yourself from outright strangling. 

You hated that despite giving him the same answers each day, they still made you emotional and scared. 

“Can you tell me about it” he is furiously jotting down notes. 

“Do I have to,” is all you can manage, your head pounding. 

“If you could try for me- if you remember any details of where you were, who was there with you. I have given you enough time to process this”. He is calm, entirely unaware that your hands itch to hurt him. As though you could, the man is a soldier, and you’re not trained. 

Prick. 

“It was always the same room, there were no lights, except from above, when someone would enter. It was men in masks, the ghost masks - I never saw their faces but it was the masks from the photos it was-” You calm your breathing once again, cursing at yourself. “They would drug me, hurt me- they used knives or their fists or- I was interrogated, They knew how to hurt me but I don’t remember… It’s all so far away, it’s like it was a bad dream or”. You laugh at your rambling, which worries you further, you must be near hysterics. 

“Good, good”. He writes, a part of you desperate to read his notes another wanting to rip them apart, “Do you remember signing up for the Federation?” he continues, you’re confused by the sudden change in topic. 

“No”. These were the questions that upset you the most, the ones that truly unravelled the extent of the damage. You had no beginning, no solid memories of anything before being woken up by Rorke. 

“What do you remember before you were captured” he continues, glossing over the brief response. 

His body was pressed against yours, your back against a wall. His hands were holding your waist, “fuck” he moaned next to your ear. His hand move-

“How many times!? Nothing! All I have are pieces of memories that don’t fit! I have no idea who I was, what I liked or how I lived!” You are going to end this session before you burst into tears. 

“Okay, that’ll do it for today, see you tomorrow morning, I expect-” his voice was cut off as you slammed the door shut behind you. 

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It had been almost two weeks since you’d arrived, and you knew nothing more about Gabriel’s mission than that first day on the landing pad. He frequently left the base while you were confined to the facility and its unwelcoming occupants. 

Gabriel had tried to make time for you, but it was clear his priorities lay elsewhere. He was hunting the Ghosts and you were nothing more than a distraction during the day. He’d visit your room each night to check in with you before you politely kicked him out. 

You were enrolled on weekly self-defence classes and weapons training at the request of Gabriel. He’d find a way to remind you in almost every conversation that the Ghosts had made themselves clear in their intention to recapture you. 

The thought of being back there was almost unbearable but you were growing increasingly restless inside the base. 

You were in the lower recesses of the compound, your daily walk during your surveillance shift break. Down here, you could peek your head out of an observation window and observe the guards walking around outside. It was the only real escape you could afford. 

Reaching your arm out, you could feel the gentle breeze through your fingers. You sighed as you forced yourself away from the window, moving towards one of the stairwells. 

It happened all at once. 

The peaceful silence is shattered by the deafening blare of alarms. You all but scream at the abrupt chaos. Your head snaps back and forth, desperately searching for a threat. Your heart is in your throat, choking you.  

As the corridor plunges into darkness you fill your lungs with a shaky breath, the onslaught of memories is unbearable. You were back with them.

A laugh, “Oh sweetheart, you’re awake. Good. We’ve still got some things to discuss”, the glint of a knife. Screaming. Laughing. 

No. You can do this. 

Move forward. 

The base was under attack and you weren’t where you were supposed to be. 

You did everything you could to regulate your breathing and remain calm despite the thunderous sound of your heart. Your hands were shaking as you reached for the handrail, to begin dragging yourself up the final flights of stairs. 

The emergency lights activate and now the darkness is ruptured by a deep red glow that dips on and off intermittently and plays tricks on your vision. It feels as though the shadows move, as though each time the lights come back on you’ll see a Ghost striding towards you. As though-

Not real. Move. Keep moving. 

You feel a tear run down your face. 

After running up three flights of stairs, you slip quietly through the doors to your level, praying that whatever caused the alarm was nothing more than a fluke or an exercise. You tried to keep your heavy breathing quiet despite the alarm still going off. 

You were halfway through the maze of servers that led to the surveillance room when your foot knocked against something heavy and soft. 

A body. It’s a body. 

You swallow a sob at the realisation that the body was a soldier. Someone you’d passed in the corridors - now they were gone. Gone. Gone. 

You're next if you don’t move. Move. Move. 

You whisper an apology to the individual as you raid them for their weapons, closing their eyes as you turn to listen to the room. You try and drown out the loud thrum of the servers and the continuous drone of the alarm while you listen for movement. You inhale slowly, it’s now or never. You seize the opportunity of darkness and sprint across the open control space towards the bright glow of screens that lie just meters from the surveillance room.

You scan the screens, looking for any communication broadcasts that might indicate what has led to this situation. 

Your head whips around as you hear a quiet thud behind you, your gun aimed out in front of you.  

You’re staring down a barrel, but that’s not what makes you freeze. 

The man holding the gun is a Ghost.