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Got hit with psychic damage by a headcanon that popped into my brain so here, suffer with me:

Albert Wesker’s one and only superstition is that by kissing someone’s closed eyelids while/before they sleep, it will give them good dreams. He did this to very few people- Alex, when both of them were kids and in the few times they were allowed to see each other; Sherry, whenever he babysat her; even Jill, while he had her under the P30. It’s the one pointless habit he not only does not, but actively refuses to shake.

Why does he maintain this superstitious habit so devoutly? Because it’s the one and only concrete thing he remembers being told to him by his mother. His birth mother, the one Umbrella murdered so they could kidnap him, erase his surname, and groom him for their eugenics project. He remembers so little about his real family. This is his way of not only holding onto that memory, spitting in Umbrella’s face (no matter what, they can’t take this one thing from him), but also honoring his mother and in a way, apologizing to her. Sometimes he wonders if she and his father ever anticipated their son would turn into this. Sometimes he’s glad his parents were murdered, only so that they wouldn’t have to witness the monster Umbrella made of their only son.

Have fun crying, Ghostiie, because I already am.

oh youre evil.

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Taking a break from updating my stuff for marriage and decided to get more Wesker clips cut down and this audio came to mind when these clips lined up, lmfao. Only adjusted the speed on the last clip to make it funnier, also added in a scene I already had as I'm still rendering/editing a scene for the "watching TV" part.

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Yandere S.T.A.R.S Team (Resident Evil) platonic headcanons

Note- I am back (It's been years), this has been in my drafts so I said fuck it/this is so messy and the timeline/canon may not be accurate but enjoy! This is mainly platonic, but w/some characters it could be interpreted romantically

Characters; Albert Wesker, Chris Redfield, Jill Valentine, Rebecca Chambers, Barry Burton, Joseph Forest, Brad Vickers, Forest Speyer, Richard Aiken, Enrico Marini, Kenneth Sullivan, Edward Dewey

The first person you perhaps meet is Albert; he is the leader of the S.T.A.R.S Team. Not only do all the recruiters get approved by him, but he also overlooks all your tests. He greets you like any other, but gradually something takes a hold of him. He's in denial at first, even seeming harsh. You may initially believe he didn't like you; oblivious to the countless files and cameras hidden everywhere.

Having the rest of the team be just as enamored was not on the table. You are immediately welcomed by the team and Rebecca is the first to befriend you since you two are the youngest of the team. Like how Richard was tasked with watching over Rebecca, he’s tasked with the same responsibility over you (even if Wesker preferred to do it himself).

Chris can't help but grow quickly fond of you. He positions himself in the role of your protector; feeling the utmost responsibility for your happiness and safety. So if you have any problems - whether it's with Chief Irons or getting in trouble for say, breaking a rule; trust he'll be quick to intervene and 'save' the day.

You're all Chris ever talks about to Claire and before long, the two of you cross paths. Claire, like her brother assumes herself in the role of being your friend right away. She occasionally pays you visits and you can be sure that you will receive calls from times when she's unable to visit. Claire expects Chris to keep her informed of you at all times.

Barry, Enrico, and Kenneth all take fatherly roles; they look at you and already placed adopted papers on the table ready for you to sign. It makes it all the harder for Wesker to have any absolute control as they all put their foot down.

Barry adores you and it’s not taken lightly when it’s said he treats you as his child, probably cause he views you as actually one of his own. He invites you to a family dinner, introducing you to his family who all naturally take a liking to you. Barry insists on his house always being open if you need a place to stay or run into trouble. 

Since Barry sees you as his own, there is a never-end to his dad jokes. Even when you comment on how terrible it is, he likes seeing the smile on your face. Trust you'll be invited to every birthday, barbecue, or any family Burton event.

Enrico while he adopted a fatherly role, he was a bit reluctant to get so attached to you. He’s the few in the team who's fully aware and doesn't hesitate to call out the others when he thinks they are going too far. He worries a lot about your safety, and most times it's Enrico who comes out on top of arguments on who gets to drive you home. 

Kenneth as the oldest of the team, feels the most responsible for you. He is aware just like Enrico and doesn't wish for you to be scared of him or the team. He wants you to come to him whenever you need anything, even for small tasks such as finding a specific file. Like Enrico, Kenneth has no problem telling the others to back off if you need space.

More trouble comes along when Forest and Joseph come along. They develop their tendencies the quickest and tend to be the most clingy out of the team. They (along with Chris) become your partners in crime.

Joseph is someone you can always count on to make you smile even in the most serious of situations; he doesn’t care when others lecture him for it. You're not safe from his teasing. Granted you're not the target of his pranks but he likes to poke fun at you from time to time. It's why no alarms are ringing in your head when he says something questionable, assuming he’s just being Joseph.

You're not safe from Forest's playful teasings either. He can be a little annoying, poking your cheek or trying to tickle you when wanting your attention. Like Joseph, he's very affectionate, putting his arm around your shoulder and resting his head on your lap if you allow it. The others lecture him for doing it so publicly but Joseph knows it's jealousy talking more than anything.

As said, a squad of its own is formed; Chris, Joseph, Forest, and you. While they tend to be jealous, the three are okay with sharing when it comes to each other. Forest and Chris enjoy competing in shoot training and showing off who can do it better, inviting you to place bets. They're happy to show you all the gun's tricks and let you choose your weapon's signature.

Joseph, being a mechanic, can't always spend as much time with you. But he'll eagerly drag you into teaching you the ropes, whisking you away from the other two. He beams with pride when you grasp something from his impromptu lessons. Even if he's not exactly teaching you anything, he's happy to chat about anything as he works. 

Jill becomes someone you’re close to, someone whom Chris and Barry trust to leave you alone with. She’s not afraid to whisk you away from the others when she wants to and won’t hesitate to call out anyone selfishly taking your time (Uhm Joseph). 

Most of all, Jill loves having girl time with you. She's there for any fashion advice, gladly taking you shopping to revamp your wardrobe. If you're unsure how to do your makeup, she's eager to help, though Jill never wants to teach you so you can keep coming to her.

Jill is also willing to use any excuse to have you stay over at her place anytime even suggesting sharing an apartment to ‘save money”. And if you think Wesker’s the only one with a bunch of files, Jill has a hidden drawer filled with everything she has on you. 

Brad becomes incredibly attached but is a bit shy about approaching you. He'll do little things to make your day better, like bringing your favorite coffee (watching you do it too many times) or organizing your desk just the way you like it.

Brad tries to agree with everything you do, supporting any ideas you bring forth in, team meetings and hesitates to snitch on you, always trying to talk to you first to prevent trouble (aka punishments). Similar to Kenneth, he's aware of his tendencies and doesn't want you to fear him.

Richard is the softest guy on the team as said, was tasked with watching over you and quickly grew fond of you, He has made it well known that if you ever need help you can seek him out even when you get in trouble, he’ll gladly keep it hidden from the others to avoid you being in trouble even taking the brunt of it.

If you find yourself spending time with Richard, trust that Rebecca is there, too, being the sweetest in the group as well. Initially, she might not fully grasp her tendencies, but once she does, her sole concern is your safety and happiness. She frowns upon hearing Jill and Chris discussing ways to keep you confined and is the one who tries to reassure the others not to be too 'harsh' on you.

Edward may appear intimidating, but he's actually a softie at heart. While he might not warm up to you as quickly as Forest and Joseph did, given some time, he grows fond of you and eventually places him as your trusted friend. He's aware that his demeanor can be intimidating and desires nothing more than for you to feel comfortable opening up to him, always offering a smile whenever he sees you around the RPD.

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Chief Irons has learned that you're the one person he can't even dare to go near. You might be a troublemaker, breaking every rule in the book, but Albert will put his foot down to ensure nothing comes of it. It's enough that the rest of the team has a dislike towards Irons, and he, along with everyone in the RPD, knows that crossing you means crossing the Stars team.

Wesker also keeps the extent of his monitoring and knowledge of you a closely guarded secret. He's aware that Kenneth, Enrico, Richie, Edward, and Barry all vocally dislike the idea of 'stalking' you in such ways (they all do but try to keep it as ‘morally right’). In his grand plan, he hopes to lure you away, but he must do it in a way that won't raise suspicion.

You have the most protective people watching over you. Even a simple accident like someone spilling a cup on you puts everyone on high alert.

Your favoritism doesn’t go unnoticed by the rest of the RPD, sparking rumors around the station that Edward and Barry quickly shut down whenever they hear someone bad-mouthing you.

Chris and Forest, on the other hand, can be incredibly impulsive, leading to all sorts of issues that Wesker and Enrico have to deal with. Jill and Joseph even got in trouble once for punching someone.

That means going on no dangerous missions; the one thing they all agree on. Wesker ensures that all your missions are carefully managed, eliminating any risks of you being in danger, and he pretends not to know what you mean if you ask. The other members are willing to gaslight you, suggesting that you just happen to get the easy ones, even Rebecca and Brad.

They're all eager to fight each other to train you, each claiming they're better at teaching you self-defense. Chris and Forest are the ones who usually end up teaching you since they're often the first ones to arrive. But everyone knows that if Wesker insists on training you, they can't object. And it's probably for the best, as some (Uhm Richard, and Edward) will pretend to lose or go easy on you because they don't want to "hurt" you.

The team normally doesn’t go out, but they all want to spend time with you. Usually, all of you go to diners (except for Wesker, wonder why). There's a little argument over who should order you to prove who knows you the best.

Your seat is chosen to please everyone, sometimes between Jill and Chris, other times between Richard and Rebecca. Another silent argument happens when they debate on who should pay for you; Enrico succeeds by slipping the payment to the waiter when the others aren’t looking.

Everyone always makes sure you come home safe. You expect numerous calls from everyone checking up on you. They all secretly know you're fine, as they're in cahoots with each other, but they just want to hear your voice.

There's also a chance that if Richard, Forest, or Jill are the ones bringing you home, they'll make some excuse about needing to stay overnight because they're tired or the weather is bad.

 If you need someone to drive you to the station or pick you up, perhaps because you can’t drive, they're all willing to fight each other once again to do so. They've left important meetings or appointments countless times just to rush to your aid. It's almost always Wesker, Richard, Enrico (and sometimes Chris) who beat the others in picking you up.

Once again, you're always taken to events that the teammates have. Brad is getting takeout, he's on his way to pick you up since he assumes you're also hungry. Forest wants to go out for a drink, prepare for him to be at your door, and when you attend together, he’s protecting your drink with his life and will even pretend to be your boyfriend. Barry has a baseball game he wants to attend, so why not come with him and his family. 

Jill needs to pick up a new outfit or something in the way, she decides to take you as well. Rebecca comes along, and sometimes the three of you have spa days in the process. Rebecca also loves going on road trips with you; there needs to be a person or two with you to ensure nothing bad happens. Rebecca once brought you to her favorite team's basketball game and the two of you shared those nachos and fries. It was Rebecca's happiest memory.

Movie nights are a must. Brad and Edward agree with anything you wish to watch, while Jill and Joseph are fighting over which ones to watch. Chris and Forest are trying to get your attention more than actually watching a movie. Meanwhile, Rebecca is actually enjoying the movie and wants to talk to you about it later on. She and Richard ensure you have your popcorn, and Richard brings your favorite bakery treats.

Expect to be always praised when you're around the team. Wesker himself praises you for a job well done whenever you find a clue or bring him the right file. Richard, Edward, and Rebecca are the most vocal. Also expect Chris and Barry to give you a pat on the back, while Forest and Joseph jokingly pat your head.

Wesker has you as his right-hand assistant, even when it’s not officially confirmed as such. You're tasked to help and stay by him whenever he needs assistance. He pretends not to see everyone side-eyeing him when he places your desk right next to his, but then again, they all ignore his stare when they come to your desk for whatever excuse they need.

The best people to comfort you are Barry, Enrico, Kenneth, and Richard. These men hate seeing you in tears. Brad will try to make you laugh while hugging you, while also finding the right words to comfort you. You can lie to Enrico, and he'll still know; he's memorized your body language, pulling you into an immediate hug before the tears even come. 

Kenneth's ability to comfort shines in giving the best advice and solving any issues you have. Richard will sit next to you and listen; it could be the middle of the night, and he'll gladly answer any call or stay up to do any activities that will cheer you up.

Something everyone has huge arguments about is punishments; it gets heated at times. These discussions are, of course, not done in your presence.

Wesker is open to punishments, Chris and Jill agree with precautions, and Barry may reluctantly agree but claim he wants nothing to do with it. Brad and Rebecca voice their disagreement but can’t really intervene. Edward and Richie, like Barry, say they want nothing to do with it. Forest and Joseph don’t like it but will let the others make the decisions. Enrico and Kenneth are the most vocal against such decisions.

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Everything is going well in the team until the mansion incident.

You had to be with the Alpha team, unaware of the fate that fell upon the Bravo team, as there was no way Wesker would have let you out of his sight.

You had to witness Joseph get mauled by the zombie dogs, and if it weren’t for Wesker shooting the one coming at you and Chris pulling you along, you may have been a victim of it. Getting into the mansion has them immediately checking for injuries, only to realize you are just shaken up.

If you try to suggest coming along with Chris to check on what’s happening, Wesker immediately disapproves, even pulling rank to have you stay by him, and Jill agrees. Chris assures you he'll be just fine.

Things happen and it may lead you to be separated from Wesker and Jill. It makes all of them panic and look for you. Chris is nervous but assumes you must be with either Wesker or Jill. Jill and Wesker are trying to remain calm as they search. There is a chance you will meet Rebecca, who informs you of Edward's death, and this leads to you reuniting with Chris. 

Alternatively, you may come across Barry, who refuses to leave your side, leading you to reunite with Jill. Both scenarios will have you meeting Richard, who immediately embraces you upon seeing you safe. You may also encounter Enrico, who seems hesitant to inform you of who he believes is responsible for the situation.

Forbid you get injured at any moment in the mansion, everyone will be in panic. Barry will try to reassure you, holding your wound while Jill rushes to get any herbs. Or Rebecca will try to tend to you while Chris silently panics in the background, refusing to leave your side. Richard will insist you stay in a room for your safety while he tries to find Rebecca or first aid. Enrico tries to remain calm, bringing you along with him as he rids the area of any zombies, fearing the risk of leaving you alone.

Soon enough, you will find out about Wesker's involvement, and his first act is to keep you as a hostage, even knocking you out. He’s merely bluffing but needs to keep the others away. If he encounters Enrico, he is well aware the man knows he’s a traitor and will kill him in front of you. After all, you will know the truth either way.

It all ends with Wesker believed to be 'dead,' killed by the tyrant, and the mansion about to blow up. You and everyone mourn all those who you have lost, and you are surrounded by the remaining survivors as they try to comfort you and tend to any injuries you may have gained. 

You are too lost in your grief and all you have experienced that you don’t realize the eyes all watching you, as they all make a silent vow to themselves to forever keep you safe. And most of all, you don’t know that Wesker has been reborn, getting out of the mansion as he plots his revenge.

@aphroditelovesu @yanderes-galore @gwynsly @tiddlybops

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Ahhh I was gonna ask if you have any other resident evil auth0rs on tumblr you recommend? smut authors or the sort? =p

!! Absolutely!! (prefacing this by saying: Most (not all though) of these accs are strictly adult/18+ I beg of ya'll to not disrespect their boundaries and minors to not bother or interact with them.)

For Leon content: @mo0nfairy - @that-sarcastic-writer - @dollfacefantasy - @moonrisecoeur - @pomegranate-red - @saotoru - @hispg - @bitbugbites-re - @lexsssu - @gigabyte-flare - @starcrossedreaders - @some-insomniac-writes - @liplinerloser - @leqonsluv3r - @argreion

Chris content (also write for other characters, I just rlly like their Chris content): @yourgentlegirlfriend - @miss-oranje-disco-dancer - @chloca-cola - @ovaryacted - @the-resident-vampire - @neondogs - @dmitriene

Wesker content (also write for other characters, I just rlly like their Wesker content): @noowayybroo - @mrswint3rs - @bunnystalker - @ivy-loves-chocolate

also I'm sorry I took so long to respond anon 😭 hope this is what you were looking for!

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Great Timing

Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley x Fem! Reader

Cw: minor violence, profanity, bodily harm, attempted assault, blood, whump, creepy dude

Summary: Reader gets off work late and encounters a man who follows her home with malicious intent until your neighbor comes home early from deployment.

A/N: THIS IS MY FIRST GHOST FIC DONT JUDGE ME 🔫🔫🔫

You sighed in exhaustion as you walk out the doors of your work, instering the key into the lock securing the place, you head straight to your car. It was another nightly overtime stay at work, this has been going on for four days now but luckily your boss gave you a few days off as a token of appreciation which made you just as eager to get home and into the comfort of your bed.

Reaching your apartment complex you mind began to grow fuzzy and blurred with sleep slowly taking place. You got out of the car and began heading to the door entrance of the complex, completely unaware of the lingering figure hiding in the distance eyeing you like prey. You unlocked the complex entrance, using the key card the owner provided you with, you walk in entering the lobby, completely oblivious the figure that slipped through the door before it could close and lock, while you make your way to the elevator.

Pressing the button to the elevator, the doors soon opened as you stepped in, your eyelids so droopy that you almost missed the number ‘4’ button to your floor number. You take your your phone out and examine the screen as it turns on as the doors began to close, ‘3:26,’ you read on your Lock Screen before unlocking the device. You got out earlier than you usually did, these past few nights you wouldn’t leave work till nearly five in the morning.

A dull thud spooked you out of your thoughts, shedding the drowsiness you had felt earlier, your head snapped up at the elevator doors to see a hand between the metal opening forcing the doors to open back up revealing a man in his late 40’s. You didn’t want to assume but the man seemed to be homeless with how dirty and ragged his clothing were, he also had the stench of alcohol lingering off him. You knew some thing was wrong the minute you laid eyes on him, making eye contact you was the way he eyed you, like some piece of meat. Your stomach churned in discomfort and a need to run.

He loomed over you which made you feel even more uncomfortable. You wondered where he even came from since the lobby seemed completely empty, especially since it was 3 in the morning, until a thought occurred. Could he have snuck when you opened the door, you questioned in your mind causing you to tense up, the thought alone seemed to trigger your fight or flight response a little as the need to sleep was shoved into the back of your mind. That was the least of your worries.

You didn’t want to show your panic so you gave him a quick weary smile chucking awkwardly. “Oh, sorry I didn’t see you coming…” you muttered as you curled in on yourself, the man said nothing for the next couple of seconds and just stood there eyeing your figure up and down making you inwardly wince in disgust.

After what felt like minuets he finally moved into the elevator, you shimmied to the very back corner as he stepped in and leaned up against the back wall a little too close for your liking. You scooted over the the side wall of the elevator nearing the controls and doors, as they finally closed. You tried to ignore his staring as you turned to look at the elevators controls. “Uhh… which floor are you going to?” You look at his trying to seem calm to the best of your ability but you already knew you were failing.

He gave a quick glance at the controls before looking back at you causing you to look at his feet. “Four.” He said in a raspy voice, you hummed as you looked back to stare at the floor. The voice in the back of your head was beginning to scream louder to make a run for it but you had no idea what you could do. You’re sure everyone was asleep and definitely wouldn’t answer the door at this hour of the night, but you also couldn’t risk him finding out where exactly you lived. If you tried to make a run back to your car and he followed you’d not only make it obvious but it’d also be dangerous.

A plan came to mind, it was your best chance, “oh looks like I already pressed your floor on accident,” you laugh nervously pressing the third floor button as a way to get closer to the lobby.

He seemed displeased as he responded with a small, “oh.” The digits on the small screen above the doors showed each floor going up. You needed to take the stair cases since the elevator was no good, hopefully he isn’t ballsy enough to follow you as you get off.

The ding of the elevator chimed as you reached the third floor, you’re quick to walk off hearing the doors begin to close, sigh in relief but your breath stills as you hear another set of feet softly pad behind you. You glance over your shoulder and all senses in your body go on high alert. He’s trailing behind and smiling in a way that send a chill up your spine. The voice in your head screams so loud you can no longer ignore it, “RUN!” You wasted no time and began to dash for the stairs. The man chuckles following in pursuit.

He grasps your shirt and yanks you back giving you whiplash as you make harsh contact with the floor. You grunt as you try to get up but your arms are soon pinned and a weight is forced upon you. The man is on top of you as he laughs. “Relax honey I just wanna have fun.” He chuckles, you’re legs thrash around not being pinned causing your knee to make hard contact with his groin causing to shout in pain, his grip looses and you take the chance to kick him off you, he goes back and is flown to the wall, a loud thud coming for it. You quickly rise to your feet and run for the stairs, you contemplate for running up stairs to your floor or to the lobby but decided for the lobby. You defend down one flight before you hear the door slam open, you knew it was the man so your begin to skip a couple of steps to decedent down the stairs faster. “Come back you bitch!” He shouts out.

Relief comes once you reach the end of the stairs and see the lobby door. You swing it open not bothering to close it as you ran across to the entrance, the man quick and hot on your tail you fear you might not even make it to your car. You snag your car keys from your pocket and walk right out the door and make a b-line to your car, parked a few feet away.

The man soon come out the door and looks around to before his eyes land on you, your car not to far from you. Both of your were too focused on one thing, you both failed to notice certain tall bulking figure dress in all black with a black balaclava.

Simon had just barely arrived home, his deployment was expected to take longer but due to the his great performance along with the 141 they were able to go home a week early. He had just gotten out of his truck and heading to the back to grab his duffel bag when he was suddenly alerted by the sudden occurrence, the complexes front door swinging open by you as you ran out, you seemed to run with urgency and by the look on your face it was something bad and it seemed to have terrified you, but from what? His question was answered when the door was slammed open again and out came a man in his late 30’s or 40’s, he clearly was a homeless guy and possibly a drug addict, he stopped look around, he completely overlooked Simon, probably due to his dark clothing the the parking lot poorly lit, the guy scanned the area searching for something until his sight was set on you and wasted no time in following you in pursuit.

This set alarms off for Simon, the man was obvious chasing you with malicious intent, he quickly began to run after you two, he reached down to his upper thigh toward his handgun that was strapped to his thigh, he gripped the weapon and pulled it out of its holster. Simons mind screaming at him to get the guy and protect you before he could lay a finger on you.

You were only a couple of feet away until the man lunged and tackled you to the solid rough ground. Pain eachted though you as some areas of your bare skin scrapped against to ground, your pants ripping and exposing your skin and scaling it as well. Blood beginning to seep out from the wounds. “Get off!” You screamed out, you body pinned down, your legs pinned by his, you wrists helps down with one hand and hair violently pulled with his other hand causing you to cry out.

Before the man could speak he was suddenly jerked off you. In a flash he was on the ground, Simon pinning him to the floor. The man tried to shout until a cold metal was shoved into his mouth, which he soon found out was Simons gun. “You fucking bastard.” Was all Simon shouted before he pulled the gun away and angled the butt of the gun to the man and swung it down to his face over and over.

You had turned on back to see a hooded man in all black on top of the homeless guy and beating the shit out of him with something I his hand but you couldn’t tell with how fast he kept swinging his arm. You watched in shock hearing the homeless guy cry out begging for mercy and even apologizing which unknowingly made you smile and feel a little better. After a few good hits the hooded man stopped, which gave you the chance to look at what was in his hand, it was gun. Was this your neighbor, you wondered, you’ve seen him around once in awhile and only really greeted each other, you converse aged rarely but one time he told you his name was Ghost, which you found odd but didn’t really mind, you knew he worked in the military with him gear and uniform especially with his cargo pants that had his gun strapped to his thigh, seeming the strap you just thought of confined that this guy definitely was your neighbor.

The homeless man lied on the ground limply, groaning and slight cries of pain coming from his now bloodied face, you had a feeling his had a few facial fractures, you swore you heard a few bones cracking from him every time Ghost made contact with his face. You wiped away some tears you didn’t know you had as Ghost loomed over the guy, breathing heavily, your sniffing was what broke him from his trance as he glanced over his shoulder to look at you. He was able to get a good look at you to realize you were his neighbor too, he let out a few breathes of relief too see only a few scratches on you.

“You alright yn?” He asked, his voice deep and out of breath.

You let out a shaken breath you didn’t know you were holding as you nodded. “Thank god you were here.” You whispered staring at the homeless guy who knocked out a few second ago. Ghost really did a number on him, you thought examining his bloodied face, his nose looked broken and bent.

Simon sighed agreeing with you. “You’re lucky I just barely arrived, had I arrived later or earlier…” he pauses, the possibilities that the man could’ve done to you spooked him more than he’d like to admit.

Simon didn’t finish his sentence and opted to staying silent a long with you, you sat on the ground catching your breathes until Simon moved to place his gun back in his holster with the butt still bloodied along with his hand. He rises to his feet walking over to you and held out his gloved one. You grasp it, it felt warm even through the material of the glove, he grasps your hand softy but secured enough to help you up as he lifts you up to your feet like nothing.

He called the cops so you two waited with Simon standing by the man watching him like a hawk ready to ounce at the slightest movement. He tried his best to distract you with some conversations, when the police finally arrived, they had an ambulance to come and take the man, they got your information and asked for details of what happened, they soon wrapped everything up and took off.

“Cmon, let’s get you cleaned up.” He says leading you back inside the apartment. You completely forgot about your injuries till Ghost mentioned them. You almost told him that you could take care of yourself but ultimately decided to just let it happen. It was silence on the way up, the elevator was a little awkward but once you two finally arrived on your floor Simon finally broke the silence. “I have a first aid kit in my place if your ok with that?” You nodded the adrenaline finally subsiding and the aches and stings start coming through.

Simon noticed a slight limp in your walk, some blood soaking around your injures, and some blood still seeping on the injuries from your bottom lip and forehead. As if you could read his mind you spoke before he could voice his concern. “I’m fine I just feel a little sore is all, maybe I pulled my leg but it’s fine.” You mumbled seeing your door and Simons door in view turning into the hall.

Stopping at his door he pulls out his keys, unlocking the door to his flay you follow him in as he stands to the side allowing you to walk in before closing the door behind you. “Make your self comfortable on the couch I’ll be back with the kit. With some aspirin and water. ” He says turning on the light to reveal the living space as he walks down the hall.

You plop yourself on the couch with a sigh until a wave of pain crashed through you, a groan left your lips, you leg burned as you look down at it. You soon realized the blood beginning to seep through the fabric of your clothes leaving a tiny blotch of a deep crimson. Carefully lifting up the fabric of your pants the wound fully came into view. It was ugly, your leg was dripping a lot of blood for such a minor injury which worried you fearing you could possibly need stitches.

“You didn’t tell me you were bleeding.” Simon spoke, the sudden noise of his deep voice spooked you not even hearing his footsteps and seeing him walk over to the side of the couch.

“Jesus Simon, you’re like a damn ninja creeping around so quiet.” you mutter, rolling up the material. Simon kneeled in front of you placing the kit on the coffee table. Opening the box, he fished out a gauze pad, alcohol pads, and bandages. He took his gloves off revealing his bare hands, you watched his movements but even the feeling of his warm skin against your leg startled you.

Simon ignored your comment as he remained silent, you worried you might've soured his mood especially since he practically saved your life and brought you inside his house to take the time to attend to your wounds but you’re thoughts were cut short when he handed you the bottle of aspirin and water.

“Thanks.” You muttered taking the bottles, taking out two pills you drop them into your mouth before opening the water bottle. You take a swig before swapping the liquid and pills. Ghost prepped the stuff as you did so waiting for you to finish.

"Brace yourself," he spoken breaking the silence and your thoughts. Before you could process what was happening, Simon brought the alcohol-soaked gauze pad to your wound. you hissed in pain, the hot searing pain outnumbered out the cold wetness of the pad. your leg was kept still by Simon's hand gripping your calf to be still, you were were too busy with the pain to think much about how impressively strong his grip on your leg was.

As Simon was close to finishing up, you kept your eyes on him, you didn’t want to stare and seem rude or make Simon uncomfortable but this was the first time you really got to look at what the mask didn’t hide. You took in the little scar of his right cheek that disappeared down into the mask, the hairs on his blond eyelashes that were beautiful and long and what most entranced you were his eyes. They were a beautiful hazel, the color vary based on the different lighting. With the light shining on half of his face one eye shined like a diamond reveal a beautiful honey brown color while his other eye was dark like an abyss.

Unfortunately his eyes were to enticing that you failed to process the movement of his head turning up to you, his eyes boring right back into yours and the movement of his covered mouth, “You gonna keep gawking at me or are you gonna answer my question?” His gruff voice broke you out of your trace as realization hit your mind, you face began to burn as your mind screamed at you in embarrassment.

“Uhhh- I- I… What…. What was the question?” You muttered nervously, avoiding looking at Simon feeling shame from being caught.

“Are you okay to walk or do you need help?” He repeated still kneeling down beside you causing him to look up at you.

You didn’t wanna admit it but your legs couldn’t keep you up anymore. As nice as it would sound to have Simon help you and be up against his body, you saved him the trouble. “I’ll be fine. Thanks again Si.” You thank him before you ‘try’ to pull yourself up to your feet only to pathetically look like an elderly person due to the couch being close to the ground. Your face burned in embarrassment as you plopped back down on the couch and looked at the floor in defeat as Simon still stood there in silence just watching you. “I need help…” you muttered.

You heard Simon snort as he steps to you and sets your arm over his shoulder and slipping his hands beneath your back and knees and lifting you up bridal style. You gasped and wrapped your arms around Simon tightly. “Simon?!” You called out but he didn’t bother and began to walk towards his door.

“Welcome.” Was all he said taking his hand beneath your back to his door knob, twisting the knob and opening the door, not worried about you falling with the death grip you had on him. The trip only took a few steps until Simon reached your front door. Slowly he lowered you down as you eased your grip and stood on your feet. You could feel the cold begin to replaces Simons warmth which made you shiver. “Got your Keys?” He asked, you nod before fishing out your house keys from your pocket.

As you finally unlock the door, you began to limp your way into your home until Simon gently grasped your left arm and swing it over his shoulder lifting most of your weight off your injured leg. You were going to protest but decided against it and savor the help and warmth he provided you.

“Where to?” He asked, silence for a second until you bobbed your head towards the hallway.

“My bedroom, last door at the end of the hall.” You say, making your way towards your door you turn the knob and make your way in. Simon helps you settle onto your bed, sitting at the edge of your mattress. As soon as you got settled Simon began to make his exit muttering an awkward ‘goodnight’ until you spoke. “Simon,” you call out making him stop at your doorway. He turned around and eyes you, “Thank you, really, you saved me. I don’t know what the hell I would’ve done if you hadn’t arrived at the right time. I don’t even know what would’ve happen to me had you not been there…”

That thought seemed to haunt not only you but Simon as well. The mere thought of seeing you in a gruesome way triggered memories he wish he could burn out of his mind. He sighed and walked back up to you, setting a hand on your shoulder, he could see the thought was troubling you the most. “Me too, ‘m glad your not too beat up. And there’s no need to thank me.”

“We’ll I mean you took me to your place and took the time to help deal with this mess so, and in a way I should be thanking you.” You mumbled shifting your legs to examine the bandages.

“‘S fine, jus’ wanted to make sure you’re alright. You should get some rest though, ya look like shite.” He chuckled.

You laughed out an “ass,” before nodding. “Can’t deny that though, I’ll clean up and head to bed then. You get some rest I’m sure you need the extra sleep coming back from deployment and then having to deal with all the fiasco.”

“You sure you should do that?” He asks.

“Yeah, I’m sure, the aspirin should be kicking in here in a few, I’m sure I’ll be fine. Stop worrying and get to sleep.” You joke.

Simon nods gives you a small pat on your back before making his way out of your room. “Alright, I’ll see you around,” he says,

“Good night Simon.” You smile.

Simon grabs your doorknob and began to close the door before looking at you once more you could see his eyes slightly wrinkle, he was smiling. “Good night (y/n).”

~~~~~~~~~

Just as you suspected the aspirin finally kicked in a few minutes after Simon left. You did what you needed to do, shower and avoid getting your bandages wet. After dressing in your sleep wear, you walked to the kitchen for a drink when you noticed a paper on your table. Picking it up you examined the numbers written on there with a note below it.

‘Here’s my number If you contact me, also lock the top lock on your door. -Simon’

You smiled at the note before taking your drink, setting the cup down with the note still in hand you make your way to your front door seeing the bottom lock already locked, you lock the top one before heading back to your room.

You sit on your bed and grab your phone before putting in Simons number into your contacts.

You: Got your note. top is locked, thanks 👍🏼

It didn’t take long till you got a text back.

Simon💀: No problem, stay safe and be more aware of your surroundings love, I won’t always be around to save your arse.

You laughed trying to ignore the nickname as you finally settle into your covers.

You: Yes Sir 👍🏼

Simon💀: Good girl.

[aion020202]

DARK

CAP 3

1500 (UTC-6)

Alexandra "Hades" Carter, TF-141, Los Vaqueros, Shadow Company.

Las Almas, Mexico.

─Rodolfo I'll after you, take care of the extraction, I'll take care of protecting them.─Speak on the radio.

We were both in different cars, it would be the best for extraction.

I could see a man with a mohawk walk out with Hassan in handcuffs, a man in a skull ski mask, and yet another man.

The first two should be from my team

Sergeant Soap and Lieutenant "GHOST"

─Shadow-1 package secured, heading to base.─ The thick English accent tickled my ears.

─Here, Victor-2, we approach a gas station where the "Sin Nombre" cartel may be.

─Copied, I'll go to the front, if things look ugly, they'll go for my car first.─ I responded by accelerating the vehicle until it was in front of where Hassan was being transferred.

─Here shadow 0-1 we will reconnoiter the area before you advance, stop.

I could see how they were shooting from the sky, small artillery.

─Stations, there are no visible threats in the area, you may advance.

─Copied shadow 0-1.

I advanced cautiously, the last thing I wanted was to get out of the car in a thousand pieces, no hostile could be seen on the road as we crossed the gas station, until a man crossed the street pushing a metal cart, blocking the way.

─Come away, you bastard.─ I yelled sticking my head out the window.─ I swear to God I'll put a bullet where you shit.

I started hearing everyone's screams through my earpiece and hit the accelerator, wrecking the car in front. Before I could react, a truck that was coming from the side crashed into my Jeep.

My body rose a few inches, cursing for not wearing my seatbelt. I could hear his voice in my mind.

Whenever you get in the car, you must put on your seat belt.

Yes, yes, I already heard you big guy.

─Miss Carter!!.─ I barely listened to Rodolfo's voice, shouting in my hatred.

How long did it take? minutes? seconds maybe? but a part of me knew that if I stayed inside I wouldn't tell. As if it were a discharge, the adrenaline ran through my entire system, without my consent my body moved by itself. I kicked in the door and crawled out of the wrecked jeep.

With the adrenaline rushing, I dragged myself as fast as I could to protect myself from the rain of shots.

─Miss Carter, please answer.─ I tried to block out the ringing that had settled in my ears.

─This is Bravo 001, Alive and kicking.─ I responded spitting out the blood that had accumulated in my mouth.

─It's good to hear it, Captain, I'm sorry that you have to introduce us in these circumstances.─ A thick voice spoke.─ Colonel Vargas speaks.

─Don't worry, we can leave the hugs for later.

─Hahaha

Her laugh was interrupted by the impact of Shadow company missiles.

─This is shadow-1, Bravo 0.7, all threats have been neutralized.

“Sergeant, situation.

─Hassan was secured, he is still hateful.

─And you are as stupid as your weapons of war.─ Hassan shouted.

─We must leave.─ I said trying to hide my laughter. 2100(UTC-6)

At nightfall, Hades together with the cowboys, the 1-4-1 and the Shadow company, went to a desert area of the souls, They placed the vehicles in front so that the lights gave the perfect atmosphere to begin the interrogation, They put Hassan to his knees in the middle of everyone, the bag that remained on his head was ripped off by Colonel Vargas thus revealing the bald terrorist.

Hades remained in the dark watching the perimeter, so that there are no unexpected surprises. The darkness was his friend, thanks to the suit he could perfectly camouflage himself without anyone noticing his presence.

Everyone was silent, the song of the coyotes made the place more dangerous, but nothing compared to being surrounded by the best soldiers and mercenaries there was, just perfect in the eyes of the only woman present.

Graves began the transmission from his laptop to General Shepherd and Kate Laswell. It all started badly, Hassan refused to cooperate, which left me no choice but to start my interrogation.

My vision went from Hassan to the blond runic in the place, Phillip Graves, commander of the American mercenary Shadow Company. The American was handsome, light brown hair, medium tan skin, blue eyes, wore a light blue shirt under his tactical gear. , dark pants with the patch of the United States flag.

─I don't care who they are, I want to know where they are going.─ The General contradicted, if he kept getting closer to the computer camera he could see even his pores.

General Shepherd, an adult man, like Hassan, lacked hair, blue eyes, and white skin, he could be thousands of kilometers from us, but the aura that emanated came directly from his eyes, he was in charge of the company Shadow.

Let's say we have a fairly close relationship, for that matter, he was the one who left the US army for. but thanks to him I could now lead my own company of mercenaries.

The song of the coyotes resounded in the place causing Hassan to tense slightly, serious clicked his tongue and walked with open arms showing the place.

─Look around you, Hassan. You can be part of the food chain or start talking.

─I'm a hostage here, that's illegal.─ He scoffed, knowing his rights.

Hades scanned the Iranian again, he knew him, oh he knew him well, his men always compared him to Voldemort or a hairless goblin.

"You're a prisoner of war," growled Alejandro.

─Iran is not at war with Mexico. I haven't broken any law.─ The goblin pointed out.─ These men and their commanders are the ones who break the law…

─You and your beloved general Ghorbrani violated the

─DON'T SAY HIS NAME!!.─ I shout alerting everyone. ─ They executed him and they're going to turn it off for that.

─I want this bastard in custody, otherwise three meters underground.─ Determined the general.

─General, killing Hassan is an act of war and imprisoning him is illegal, for now we must release him.

─Finally someone who uses his head.─ The Iranian laughed mockingly.─ No one can lay a hand on me, if they don't want to start a war.

─There you are wrong.─ Report.

Everyone turned when they heard my voice, I could see how Hassan turned pale when he saw my silhouette.

─You said it yourself, they can't lay a hand on you, one: because they are American, English and Mexican, but I am not of any nationality.─ I smiled seeing his face disfigure.─ Two: Nobody knows I'm here, I don't follow nobody's orders, and Three: I can do whatever I please at the moment.

I was quiet, rather everyone was quiet and surprised by my appearance out of nowhere.

─Come on, speak or did the mice eat your tongue? Do you want to speak Arabic? Go ahead, you know perfectly well that I know how to speak it.

─How come…

─How am I here? well I'm on my own in this place, helping my colleagues.

"If you kill me, you'll never find out where the missiles are," he chiseled with hate.

─Hades let him go, we have important information, then you can get rid of him.─ Laswell spoke softly.

─Fine, if you say so, you're free, but I'll be hunting you, and you know that's the best thing to do, Hassan.─ He threatened, raising his chin.

─Now set him free and come back.

[aion020202]

DARK

CAP 2

10/26/2022

OASIS Company

Russia border

2000 UTC+0

If my calculations are correct, I should be in the UK right now, reporting on the terrorist Hassan and meeting my team for a limited time, but plans have changed and I am on the Russian border. An informant that I keep infiltrating a Russian terrorist base gave me the report that Hasan's men were transporting another missile to who knows where.

The cold seeped into my bones and it was unbearable, the heat was my thing, I'd rather be inside a burning fireplace than in this place.

If long story of the chimney.

─Here HADES a bravo 0-7, we are 7 minutes from the runway of the base, nobody take your eyes off the surroundings, they could be waiting for us.─ Communicate on the JEEP radio.

Thank God the wheels had chains, because at the speed we were going we would already be spinning non-stop.

─Okay guys, target in sight, let's take the party to the venue.

The plane was right under our noses, but the ambush was almost surprise.

─ATTACK, WE CANNOT LOSE THAT DAMN PLANE.

─RPG!!

Shouted one of my men.

I wouldn't be left behind, I reached for one of the RPG missile launchers from the truck and aimed at the wheels of the plane.

─Clean up the place, we have orders to destroy the missile.─ I yelled into the radio.─ Big Guy touches you, go and massacre everyone left in the base, Williams and Steve follow the lieutenant.

We swept every corner of the base eliminating anything that moved in place, it was time to destroy the missile.

What the hell is all this?

─There is nothing. I whispered.

─It was all a trap, they knew we were coming, but how? ─ Everyone had their eyes on me.

This was all either by sheer luck or they knew about my informant.

─Communicate with Phil to get out of that place throwing milk.─ I moved away from my platoon to be able to breathe calmly.─ Here Hades to watcher-1, do you copy me?

─Here watcher-1 tell me the situation.

─It was all a farce, there was nothing inside the plane.

─Damn, well don't worry, take a direct plane to Mexico, I'll give you the exact location where you should go, the team will leave at 0600 the next day.

─Understood ma'am, over and out.

1000 (UTC-6)

Alexandra "Hades" Carter

Las Almas, Mexico.

The turbulence of the plane managed to wake me up, we are about to land and I needed to get ready. The doors opened and a man was waiting for me in the distance.

He doesn't have the face of being a Colonel

─Colonel Vargas? ─ I asked stretching out my hand.

─Lieutenant Rodolfo Parra, I'm sorry, the lieutenant is on his way to where Hassan is being held, you must be Miss Alexandra Cartel.─ I shake my hand.

─Call me Hades, a pleasure.

He was handsome, I must admit, wide nose, prominent body, not too tall and not too short, the perfect height, rectangular and clean face, as if he had recently shaved.

─I'll take her, follow me, we're not too far from the place.

We both got into the black Jeep's with tinted windows, Parra stopped at the passenger door and opened it for me to pass.

─Ladies first.

─Thank you very much, sir.─ I smiled in his direction.

The second lieutenant walked around the jeep and got into the driver's seat.

─ Do you speak Spanish?

─A little Wey.

Parra chuckled nasally as he moved the gear stick and started the vehicle smoothly.

─You must be more used to Portuguese, right? I say this for all the times you were in Brazil.

─ Oh you know me then?

─Who doesn't know you, it would have been a pleasure working with you last year, we learned two weeks later that your group was the one that gave up on the cobra.

─That's right, what a time, I hope that son of a bitch is rotting underground.

─Surely so, I take many innocent lives, thanks to you Toluca rests in peace, not as many murders are reported as before.

-It's good to hear.

The conversation continued, while we were heading towards the destination, for he told me many things, the one that caught my attention the most was that of "No Name" a drug trafficker who had been trying to locate him for some time.

The vehicle stopped on the dirt roads, both could hear the shots inside the community where Hassan was being kept.

─Victor 2 here, I'm at the entrance together with Captain Hades.

─Víctor 1, it's good to hear it, move on, we've cleared the entire beginning, keep your eyes open.

Arrange my weapon and advance in line along with Parra.

─Victor-2, I am 1-1, spread smoke, we go outside.

“Copied, smoke out.

Parra took out smoke grenades and threw them, creating a smoke screen.

─All Victor, target building secured, Hassan not here.─ It was heard through the radio line.

“Damn, they must have moved it.

─Yes…

Truck engines began to be heard.

─Commander is the army!

─They are not the good ones, are they? ─ I asked hiding behind a column.

─No, they are not, we must go back, walking.

We come across the remains of cowboys and start running.

─We are far away, we must return to the refuge, walking, Commander, everything in order.

-Any order?

─Nothing for now, I can't communicate with them.

─Well, Bravo 001 is here in command for now, let's evacuate and try to communicate with the colonel.

A yes ma'am, he resounded in the place.

─This is Shadow-1, copy me, I repeat copy me.─ Another unfamiliar voice was heard.

─This is Bravo-001, this is Captain Hades, we have lost communication with Victor-1.

─This is Commander Graves, from Shadow-1, we have located Colonel Vargas and the 1-4-1 team.

─ Good.

─All stations, no hostile station detected, advance, Captain Hades, we have communication with the colonel, and we have clues as to where Hassan is.

─Send them to me, we'll go visit.─ I growled starting the truck.

─Copied.

That son of a bitch is mine.

[aion020202]

DARK

Synopsis

─I'll need to add someone else to the team.

─ I looked at the man in front of me. He was stocky, light brown hair, with a thick mustache that connected with his short beard.

Captain John Price.

─ Who? I slid the thick brown folder towards him, my eyes never leaving the folder.

─ "Alexandra Carter"─ He read the quote with the name written in black ink.

─ Former captain of the US Army, former CIA agent, and currently a mercenary, leader of the "OASIS" group.

─ How come? ─ Price asked with confusion.

─ Long story.─ The woman's eyes shone with emotion.─ They know her as "HADES"

─ I know her story, how did you get her to join the team?

─ It's a long story Price, this is not the time or place to tell it, going back to the topic, Alexandra's group was tracking the terrorist Hassan Zyani for a long time, she herself offered to help find the missiles and Hassan .

─When will it arrive?

─He is on his way, he will arrive with all the new information.

─ Good.

I'm sorry if there are spelling mistakes but my English is terrible, I hope you like it.

[aion020202]

Off to the races

She’s dressed up for the races, bristling with intent, wanting to network herself into thinking these tickets were worth the chunk of student loan they cost. Blood, it ruins her dress, ruins her chances of any kind of future, so does the man she’s unmasked. Price is left to clean up the collateral, the task force has a problem on its hands, one that they can’t eliminate without question, one that won’t stop demanding to be set free, one that Price can’t stop worrying about. It’s no wonder he’s always grumpy.

The first chapter of the ‘Off to the races’ series, price x oc

warnings: blood, angst.

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