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I can not find the fic to save my life. It’s soap but he got Drunk and decided to dance on a table to lady Gaga and fell off and dislocated his shoulder then goes to the Hospital and the reader aka the nurse is just like hot af and soap is given laughing gas and tries to flirt with the reader and he’s trying to be quiet but is actually just yelling.

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Where the crow flies. (tf 141 x cryptic/eldritch crow.)

My oc 'crow', who likes to collect creepy and weird items, who has a scary like intelligence. someone who is only defined by the word enigma. her presence is stagnant and paralyzing. she is not from this world, she is older, wiser, ageless. she is the omen of death.

She. Is. Crow.

TW: Blood, Violence, religious references

Ghost (Simon Riley)

Her voice is never raised. Her voice is always calm. in the heat of war, death. destruction. Her voice never waivers. Her voice will send you into a paralyzing shock. The crows always follow, never leaving her side once. My hands sweated profusely in my skeleton clad gloves. I sat on the ridge of grass where price told me to stay with a sniper rifle at the ready. there was something off about the new recruit. price said to watch her as she did her so called *solo* mission. they wanted to see how she'd do by herself.

Watching her it felt like my mind was fogged over. Even though I was supposed to be the one watching I felt the constant burn of eyes gazing at you. Crow walked out into the open. No gear on, just the pants and shirt she was given. 'What the hell is she doing? She's asking to be killed.' I don't ready the gun, knowing that she did this to herself.

The hidden enemies open fired on her figure. I watched as her body shook from being hit with bullets. Her figure fell backwards to the ground. Creating a puff of dust when she hit. The enemies walked out of their shelters confused by why there was only one person there to stop them, and why they just let themselves be killed.

One neared her still figure, gun still aimed at her body. He lowered his gun and turned away. Her feet planted themselves back into the dirt. her back slowly but surely rose off the ground. My mind raced as I watched every bullet from her body dropped to the ground covered in a black sludge.

Her tattered chest and torso sew itself back together, clothes mending themselves. She now stood back on her feet as if she had been standing there all along. The men stood watching. I knew the fear of being faced with something not human kept their bodies still. The team always knew something was off about her. But now I know, Now I've seen it with my own eyes. She is not organic, She is not filled with blood she is filled with the evil and sins of the world.

The man who checked her body laid in the dirt with blood dripping from his ears, mouth, nose and eyes. I never saw her touch him. He fell to the ground, body limp. The Horrible croak of the crow called out to the land. The grind of bones and screaming filled the air. one of the men to her left about 35 feet away, arm broke downward, Next his legs. Knee caps reversing with an audible crunch. Ive seen multiple bones break while in this line of work. But these were hard to look at. Every other mans bones followed suit. All writhing on the ground in pain and letting agonizing screams escape their lungs.

The crow perched on the building to her right called out once more. At once all of their necks crackled and sharply turned to the left, leaving the group dead.

She turned to face me. She knew I was there. She decided to put on a show for me. Her face was shadowed, almost blurry.

Milky eyes watched me.

John (Soap) McTavish

We all tried to get somewhat closer to her. Every time one of us invited her to do something she declined with out further explanation. Whenever you entered her room she was standing at her desk. Not sitting not slouching not even relaxing in bed.

When I knocked on her door as usual expecting a rejection of whatever I was going to invite her to. There was no answer. "Crow? Ya In there?" I called as I knocked on her door once more. Still no answer. It was weird. She usually responded as soon as a question was asked. My hand traveled down to the handle and pushed the door open. Although I had seen her room multiple times, It still never stopped to intrigue me. Inside, her bed was made neatly, not a single wrinkle or lump in the cover. Her desk filled with silver trinkets, wooden pieces, small animal bones and skulls. On the wall you face when you walk in, is a box clock, an old one. Every tick that sounded made the silence grow more and more unbearable. The room felt almost stagnant and threatening. Pressure built up in his chest, something was telling him to get out.

He turned to leave but in the door way stood the figure of the black bird. He recalls all the times price had mumbled what he'd do if he ever found one of the birds in the base. John turned his attention to getting the bird out as soon as possible. Even though he didn't really consider himself her friend he still wanted to be nice. The birds glossy black feathers ruffled as soap took a step towards it. As The Fledgling hopped, it would stop and turn to look at him, telling soap to follow him but the beady black eyes were daunting and almost teasing the sergeant.

Soap followed that bird everywhere around the base, every turn John turned, the bird wasn't there. Once soap stopped to look around for his next clue as to where to go, the craw of the crow called out to John to lead him somewhere else. He now understood why price didn't want the crows in the building.

He sighed in relief to see the black bird standing in the door way of the door to the base side yard. Soap slowed from his jog to a walk as he neared the open door. Why was the door left open in the first place? He followed the bird outside just make sure it wasn't going to disappear again.

Once he was outside, he looked for the creature only to find crow sitting in the grass, surrounded by 7 of the birds. She was turned away from him. Legs crossed under her sitting figure. Blonde Curls fell to the middle of her back. This was the first time soap had seen her without a tight bun on the low of the back of her head.

"Thank you for bringing him to me." Her voice is flat and held no emotion. The same crow that soap chased through the building hopped up on her shoulder. It is stared at John never blinking. Her finger held up a peanut to the animal perched upon her shoulder.

Soap Swallowed harshly as he stood in her presence. Static danced at his finger tips, feet stuck to the ground, his legs screamed at him to move. He opened his mouth to talk but his voice faltered. Eventually he forces the words out. "what's its name?" He choked out.

A sharp toothed grin made its way to her face. "Luci."

John knew immediately what that name meant. Eyes Watched the 6 other crows, One Hoarded a pile of peanuts, another was trying to get her attention. The third squawked angrily at the one sitting on her shoulder. The fourth Sat further away calling for a mate. The fifth pecked her knees asking for more treats. The last one sleeping in her lap, being gently stroked on its head.

The one on her shoulder... looking at him almost with disgust and a sense of pride.

Kyle (Gaz) Garrick

Kyle knew something was wrong with her the moment she stepped foot on base. He was never able to get a good look at her face. She never stayed in the commons, Never talked unless she was talked to. Even if Gaz did catch a glimpse of her she was always in the corner of his eye and quickly disappearing. Kyle wasn't complaining about it, just that he thought that if they were going to be in the field together at some point then he oughta get to know her.

It was late

1:13 AM. Kyles Phone read. He just finished writing reports, He told himself that he wasn't going to bed until he did. Aching fingers rubbed over his strained eyes. Just when did he start the reports and how long was he staring into his laptop screen? As he basically stumbled down the hall trying to get to his room, a low cry called to him. It didn’t sound human, like a dying animal with something lodged in its throat.

Kyle wasn’t sleepy anymore, wide awake. Head turning, looking for what creature or thing was making the horrendous squeals. He turned the corner a large mass of black feathers and claws sat on the floor at the end of the hallway. Black slime and liquid dropped off the shiny black pinions.

Kyle’s breath caught in his throat, his neck stiffening, eyes wide and panicked. It felt like his eyes were pried open, unable to close them. Gaz didn’t think of himself being religious but in that moment he prayed. To what? He didn’t know. To something to protect him from whatever was down that hall.

The creature turned to the man standing, once milky blank eyes, now blood shot and tearing up. He dropped his laptop( he def has an otter box case for it ) the sound clattering against the stone floor. The lights in the hallway flickered violently, until the over head light bars spat out sparks, leaving the hallway in a tension filled darkness.

The click of talons on the concrete ground sounded in his ears every single one louder. Until it stopped unexpectedly.

The presence surrounded him. The ruffle of feathers heard behind him. Gaz, finally getting his footing, turned around quickly, ready to fight whatever the hell was there.

Nothing. There was nothing. He let out the biggest breath of relief, falling to his bottom. He held his head as he tried to register what he just saw. In his mind he new there was always something far beyond what humans could imagine in this world, but he never thought he’d see one at base.

He sat there for a few minutes catching his breath, at last the hallway lights flickered back to life. Taking a peek to check if that monstrosity was still there, the spot was empty, another sigh of relief ripped through his chest.

His head popped up when he heard foot steps approaching, crow walked with her gaze kept forward, her hair was wet and flowed down her back. She wore a black tank top and pajama pants. No shoes, he couldn’t imagine how cold the concrete floor was. He shivered at the thought. “Crow, what you doing up?” His voice had a waver to it but also Sternness. He stood back up as he spoke.

She didn’t even turn her head to look at him. “Everyone used the shower before me, I had to wait for the warm water.” Her voice echoed softly through the corridors.

A bead of sweat formed at his temple, “there’s something here with us.” His voice hushed at the end. “Of course, he is always with us.” She said monotonously.

“We, are never alone.”

John (Price) Price

He checked her file at least once a day, if not more. Her file didn't even have her name, only her call sign. Laswell brought her in. I didn't want her on the team. she looked young even tough her age wasn’t specified on her file. Her face is blurry in every picture, every gaze.

She constantly had peanuts on hand. Once she was outside for almost five and a half hours just sitting with the black birds surrounding her and plucking things from her palms.

He knew she collected trinkets, well more like things crows have brought to her. Price has even seen a crow bring her a bullet while on a mission. He thought that just maybe those stubborn crows would be useful for delivering things.

Price walked down the corridors pass the gym, not really having anything he was focused on at the moment. While walking he passed a wall with windows. The croon of a caw sounded next to him. He turned his head so quickly he could’ve gotten whiplash.

A single crow stood on the outdoor window sill, he sighed and made his way to the glass to scare the thing off. Right when he was about to hit the window he saw the big holding something in one of its talons.

A short gasp of realization escaped his lungs. It was holding his favorite lighter he lost a few days ago. A silver box shaped lighter with J.P. Engraved in it. He quickly looked up and down at the window to see if it he could open it.

Unfortunately for him none of these particular windows opened. He looked back at the bird and scowled before speed walking to the door that lead to the yard that was closest to him.

Once he was outside he jogged to the window, hoping the bird stayed where it was. He frowned when he didn’t see the bird at the window sill, instead it sat on the building roof, staring down at him. Eye twitching price basically ran back inside looking for the recruit. He knew that she would most likely be able to coax the black bird to drop his prized lighter.

As he sped down the halls, making sure to look down each one to look for her figure, he spotted Gaz walking with his hands stuffed in his pockets and with a bored look on his face. “Have you seen crow?” He asked with a small pant from trying to find her.

Kyle just pointed behind him and said “mess hall” Price muttered a small thanks before making his way to the mess. Once he turned the corner into the room he saw her with her arm raised and a black bird perched on her forearm. Soap stood slightly bent down slowly reaching his hand to the fledgling. With a nervous but excited look on his face. Ghost sat at the other side of the table a few seats down with his arms crossed and an unamused look in his eyes as he watched soap try to touch the bird.

“Crow, one of your damn birds has my lighter.” He huffed as he neared. Her head slightly moved to the left before she held her free arm up and in her thumb and pointer finger was his sliver lighter.

How did she get to that bird outside and back in here in time before he found her? He couldn’t explain it. He snatched the lighter in his hands as soap finally pet the birds head with his tongue slightly out for concentration.

The crow moved its head and looked at soap quickly, the man swiftly backed away and hid behind the recruits body. “J P” the bird cawed as it turned its head to John and stared at him.

The girl brought her left hand pointer finger up to the birds chest and rubbed it gently. Price was shocked and sort of disgusted with the birds scratchy voice.

“What is that thing, the devil?” He said gruffly as he backed up a small step.

She led the bird to her shoulder and let it jump on, then laid her arm back on the table.

“He seems to like you J P”