#Phoenix(cod oc)

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Ghost and Soap have a bet going🤭

[brokenpieces-72]

Hi, how are you? I was thinking that it would be really cool to have a medic who’s a phoenix with healing tears and maybe can be a combat medic who can “die” on the field only to be reborn again as a chick for a little while then become an adult again. I hope you like it. ❤️

Hi, I’m doing well thank you for asking. Hunter honestly deserves a break from time to time and I’m gonna try to write this character as male, because I don’t have many guys. Sorry this took so long, I honestly wasn't sure how to start, and then I decided on another start and then I had two in the same place. So yeah.

Nix

CoD Hybrid AU | Navigation

The most annoying thing about your condition is how often you have to deal with resets. A lot of your human regiments took your immortality and healing benefits for granted and often forgot, oh yeah you can still die. At the same time, being on a hybrid team meant most of them have healing factors so your tears didn’t do much.

When you returned for your new placement after getting shot down in the field you found a pleasant surprise. Section Chief Laswell, who you knew by reputation. She was there to give you information on your new station, which you were very pleased with. A couple of humans but mainly hybrids. As a combat medic you could be valuable when it came to injuries that the healing factors couldn’t handle.

This is what you had studied for, your research and work targeted towards hybrids and their autonomy and anatomy. The night before you shipped out you went over each file, twice. Not a single one was the same as the last. A dragon with one wing? If there’s one thing you sadly could heal with was limbs removed to that degree. A wraith was certainly a new one. The research that could be don-no! No. You had to be respectful, and you refused to treat anyone like an experiment. If you wanted to learn more you could do it via observation.

Arriving to base you were met with Captain Price, and the medic, Hunter. They both shook your hand, as you introduced yourself. You noted the shoulder weight on Price, to compensate for the missing wing. Maybe an improvement could be made, but that was something to discuss later on. For the most part you would be in combat, fighting and taking care of injuries on the field. Of course to make your fellow medic’s life easier you came with small dropper vials of your tears.

You would be working with Hunter the closest, who was more than happy to make you feel comfortable. You were escorted to the med bay where there were a few occupied cots and Hunter guided you through each of them. It was the same as any other first day on base, despite your experience. You only correct Hunter when they make obvious mistakes, knowing they were testing your skills. Hunter brought you to a cot with a man who may be one of the tallest you’ve met, passed out on the cot.

“And can you tell me what happened to this patient?” You asked Hunter before they could ask you. Hunter appreciated the playful challenge in your eyes.

“This is one of our KorTac transfers. He’s a Percht hybrid, and he’s recovering from a rampage.”

“Interesting. It happens often?” You asked.

“That he passes out at the end or that he goes on a rampage?” Hunter asked. You gave them a look, that reminded Hunter of their training days. “He passes out after every rampage, but doesn’t always go into one. For the most part his size and skills get him through the field well enough.”

“That must make it easier.” You commented. Hunter nodded.

“How long is the recovery period?” You asked, this time an actual question.

“Depends on various factors.” Hunter said. You assumed as much. Still, quite intriguing. “Once he wakes up though, I have to do routine physicals on each of the hybrids, if you don’t mind assisting.”

“Much more detailed look than any file will provide, I’m sure.” You said.

When Konig wakes up, he is still given a few hours to rest to work off a nasty headache, but he allows you to assist with his check up. You make small chat with him, but it’s clear that headache remains potent. Once you take some measurements and check scars and injuries he’s sent on his way. Decent enough guy.

Horangi is called in next, and as a haetae he’s equally intriguing. At first glance anyone would take it for a tiger hybrid but you’ve already read his file. He’s compliant but a little reserved. Still gives you casual respect, noting you definitely weren’t human. Though your features aren’t very obvious to anyone. Horangi gives you a nod out of courtesy and leaves once his health information is written down.

Price steps in, and when his shirt comes off you see the shoulder weight much more clearly. You can only imagine the amount of force it would take to rip his wing off let alone remove it from the socket completely. You asked the captain if the counter weight was even enough for proper balance. He admits it could be improved but at the same time he’s gotten used to it, and changes could make it a little difficult. You still offered to help him with finding him a better solution and he accepted.

A new pair of wings comes in, and shakes your hand almost immediately, recognizing you as a new face. Kyle commented on your warm hands, which were pleasantly toasty. Yeah you got that a lot. Kyle was curious about you though, noting you didn’t show any wings yourself, despite being a Phoenix. It’s a little more complicated than that, but he doesn’t pry anymore than you are comfortable with.

Johnny takes the seat and makes a few jests towards Hunter, who rolled their eyes. You aren’t afraid to make some comments of your own, which makes Johnny more relaxed around you. Good, you didn’t want to wrestle with a werewolf if you could avoid it. If you could avoid injury that was preferable.

When Simon steps in you feel it first, like there is death close by, simply waiting like a parent at a doctor’s office. You’d read up on Simon before coming to the base and you’d hardly heard of wraiths let alone seen one in person. Right off the bat you ask if questions are okay, and Simon prefers they’re kept to a minimum. You have most of your information from the files, so you simply ask him how he prefers his tea. Simon certainly feels a bit more at ease. You’ve seen plenty of cases in your time, you knew how to make people comfortable.

Next is Rodolfo, who is mostly human. His cadejos are very charming, and you get to give them some belly rubs. Easy, calm and relaxed conversation between you two. He and Hunter seem to be close.

Alejandro comes in and okay dang that’s some muscle. A nagual, a guardian. And Rudy’s husband. Proud of it too. You can understand why.

Finally, you meet the youngest which is Spirit. You offer to leave so she can be examined properly, but she doesn’t seem to mind. Hunter ensures she stays covered for the most part and you look away out of respect. Spirit is very excited to lift her shirt, to show you her ribs. Except you find a normal physique. Hunter still encourages her to keep it up, as they continue to examine them. A jackalope hybrid, with a wendigo form. Antlers are a little chipped but healthy enough. She’s sent on her way afterwards.

“Coffee?” You suggested to Hunter.

“Please.” They said.

“Seriously how do you fall out of a helicopter?” You asked Gaz on the roof. Gaz chuckled, shaking his head.

“Very talented my friend.” Gaz told him.

“Yes but when you have wings.” You said.

“Speaking of wings,” Kyle said. “Mind if I ask about yours?”

“How do you mean?” You asked.

“Well they told us you were a Phoenix. Guess I figured you’d have wings, you’re pretty rare specimen.” Gaz explained.

“Oh right. Ha…” you trailed off.

“If it’s a sensitive topic I get it.” Gaz said, you brushed it off.

“No no… I honestly don’t know why.” You said. “I remember being jealous of harpies like you though.”

Gaz’s wings puffed up a little. You smiled, enjoying the short time of peace and quiet. Gaz said, “I’m flattered.”

The team waited with baited breath at the clouded battlefield, waiting for you to return. Hunter stood near by, a stretcher ready to be loaded onto the helicopter. As soon as your silhouette was visible, carrying a barely conscious Rodolfo on your shoulder. You were in no better state, gritting your teeth and ignoring the blood you had. Alejandro and Hunter closed the distance between you and the rest of the team, Alejandro taking Rudy and Hunter catching you as you stumble from the weight being lifted.

As Hunter helps you to the helicopter, the propellers already starting up, you handed her a vial of clear liquid. "For Rudy. It will make his recovery...faster."

Hunter lowered your hand, focusing on getting you inside, and getting home. Rudy was laid on the stretcher, and hoisted in while Price gave you a hand, hauling you up and taking you to a seat. Hunter worked on Rudy first, taking the vial you'd offered. Admittedly Hunter almost didn't believe you, but given Rudy's condition, it was better to take the shot.

You watched, eyes growing tired and your vision blurring. Hunter was a brilliant medic. The eye dropper was used on Rudy's wounds, and healed over quickly. Poor guy would still need to rest as your tears couldn't do much for head injuries unless they were bleeding. You panted in your seat, before stealing a glance down. There were blood stains on your clothes, but you ignore them. You could use a break.

When Price tried to call Hunter over to give you attention, you put a hand on his arm. "I'm good."

"You're going to bleed out." Price argued. You just nodded. Yeah, you were.

"I'll be fine." You insisted. "Please Captain. Been needing a break."

"Hunter?" Price called, seemingly ignoring your wishes. "Just patch 'em up."

Hunter obliged. You weren't going to be leaving anytime soon. Sometimes for you it was easier to just hit the reset button. At least you had some good company, company that valued you for more than just your tears. You rest your head back, fighting to stay awake. Gritting your teeth you warmed your hand up, a soft warm glow appearing on your palm. The hand went to your wounds clotting them, before Hunter could get the bandages out.

“Damn it Nix!” They barked at you. You chuckled through your pain, as they batted your hand away and started to wrap you in gauze. “I could help you more if you would just let me.”

“I know… I know…” you said.

You were helped out of the helicopter by Simon, where you saw the rest of the team waiting. Johnny had a smile on his face until he saw you. Spirit’s face was covered by her hand in shock. Gaz rushed over immediately, taking your other arm to take the weight off Hunter but you shake your head. You were far enough.

“Set me down.” You breathed. Hunter looked at you, hating this part. “I’ll be fine.”

Hunter reluctantly lowered you to the ground, while Kyle stepped back. You turned your head to the side, seeing a sunset. Beautiful. Always beautiful. You overhear Spirit asking what was going on. Her concern was sweet. A deep breath and you shut your eyes. Another good ending.

The team looked on as your body burst into flames. Spirit gasped, eyes wide watching you burn. Johnny held her back, looking on as if it were just another campfire. Price folded his arms, wing going around Kyle on instinct. It wasn’t a pleasant sight, seeing someone they had come to care about, burning in front of them. Luckily it was also quick. Your body became a pile of ash.

“I hate it when he does that.” Hunter commented.

“It’s his choice.” Price reminded them. Doesn’t mean Hunter had to like it.

“What… what happened?” Spirit asked confused. She hadn’t seen you reset before, you’d only been back on the team for a short while, having been called to other assignments. Johnny let Spirit go, while Kyle approached the ashes.

“I’ll show you.” He said, gesturing for Spirit to approach. The jackalope came over seeing the pile of ash start to shift. “Come on you bald chicken, come on out.”

Your beak poked out of the ash your head following with it. Spirit gasped while Kyle smiled. You felt his finger stroke your head. You let out a happy chittering sound. “There he is.”

“I’ll get a blanket.” Hunter said.

The best part of your rebirth is probably the pampering. You already asked Kyle to show Spirit what to do before the mission. Kyle was fine with playing nursemaid, and giving Spirit some extra education.

“He remembers everything? Even though he died?” She asked while you were looking back at her in your blanket nest.

“Everything.” Kyle told her. “Only thing that changes is his age. He grows quickly from hatchling, and then it’s a matter of shifting back to human. By that point he’s an adult.”

“Never seen a phoenix before.” Spirit commented, resting her head on the table. You leaned over and nibbled at her nose, making her giggle. You got gentle strokes to beak as a reward.

It didn't take too long for you to get your feathers back. It let you take off, enough for some branching and practice, but not much distance yet. Spirit helped you by letting you ride on her antlers around the base. She was very careful, doing constant check ins to make sure you didn't fall off. If you weren't on Spirit's antlers you were riding somebody's shoulder. Except Simon's.

You don't feel safe around Simon in such a vulnerable state. If you had your human form, you would be fine. Simon is also fine with this. You're a phoenix, they're not very comfortable around undead, and technically speaking he is undead. Your skills against thralls and vampires were enough to satisfy him. Johnny is often in the same room anyways, so having a wolf as a mediator even with just his presence put you more at ease.

Hunter keeps you close as well. It's been a while since your last regeneration, so they take advantage to study you and any changes you might have in behaviour and personality. You don't mind, they don't needles to you except for any vaccinations they deem necessary. The other medics find your presence a treat, getting to greet you, and admire the beautiful warm colours of your feathers coming in.

Once you're able to fly a bit better, you often start to wake up Hunter. It's getting colder and the heating unit on base isn't exactly perfect, so some areas on the base are still chilly. You give off enough body heat that Hunter can pull on a hoodie, put you in the large packet, and have a couple minutes to warm up before getting their coffee. Sometimes Hunter puts the hoodie around your nest to heat it up over night.

Once Hunter has their morning coffee, you take off to wake the others. You land in front of Simon's door and let out a small cry. Simon doesn't always sleep, but rather he tries to relax in his room. Once there is movement, you move on to the next one. If Johnny isn't in Simon's room or outside after a full moon, you find him next. There's only so many places Johnny can be a full wolf inside, and the cold doesn't bother him, but Simon will open his door for you so you can nestle up next to him before letting off some extra heat. You may or may not nudge him with your beak, hey! No rolling over! Come on!

You're not quite heavy enough, and your talons can't grip the handle or knobs properly. First time you woke Simon he suggested he help you with your wake up calls. You didn;t object, and saw it as a trust excerise, since Johnny will help you if he's sharing a room with Simon for the night.

Alright, Kyle is next. Sometimes he's already awake or he's with the captain. Simon lets you in, and you fly over. Kyle is a harpy and therefore has some bird tendencies, include his wings covering his face a bit when he sleeps. You find an opening easily enough to wake him. Once your hear a soft morning from him you're able to get him out of bed. You let him wake up on his own, before heading out of the room and on to the next one.

Spirit is a typical teenager, and will try to ignore you like Johnny. That is if she doesn't try to curl up with you like a plushie. You land, wake her, and as soon as she reaches for you, you're off again. Spirit tends to get dressed and showered before eating breakfast anyways. You leave her to it.

You don't go to Konig if he's had a rampage the day before. He needs rest and he's unconscious. After the red mist he can make you aren't about to bother him. Konig is a gentle giant sure, you ride his shoulder any time the medics are uneasy around him to make them feel safe. You don't want to try to force him awake if you don't have to, and usually his rampages land him in the medbay anyways. Today you could wake him, and its the same as most, but you don't have to warm him up much. You get a warm greeting from him though as he drags himself out of bed.

You don't like waking up Horangi. Why? Because sometimes he's a jerk. More than once you've gone in to wake him, found his bed empty and are met with a haetae looking at you like Lucifer looks at a cornered mouse in Cinderella. You've taken to just letting out a call outside his door. One time you did this and Horangi opened the door ready to pounce and spook you. You retreated and let out a cry at him. Horangi was pretty smug, right up until he saw Simon close by, staring him down. Yeah, he stopped after that.

Alejandro and Rodolfo share a room, so not as much work. You can let out a call from hallway and they'll take a couple minutes. The two warm each other up, no issues there. You've gone in before and landed behind Alejandro, pecking at his back to wake him. Didn't work, he nearly rolled on top of you. If you hadn't cried out when you did, jolting him awake, you might have had some bent feathers. You go inside today though, as Rudy's injuries are still a little rough. It can take longer for him to fall asleep, and Alejandro struggles with sleep as a part of it. You're able to hop on to the bed, hop on to Rudy and land between them. You nudge Rudy first, who gives you some pets to get himself moving. Rudy then wakes the colonel, and you're on to the last one.

Price sleeps well enough but sometimes you find him sleeping on his desk or sitting next to his bed going over some files. Workaholic. Simon tries to scold him about it but well, it's not really scolding. More just commenting. Simon cracks open the door and you poke your head in. WOO! He's sleeping! You almost don't want to wake him. But you have to. The advantage here is that you can wamr up with him, because as a dragon hybrid he's pretty warm. You can nestle with him for a bit, giving him a couple miniutes before you wake him. Price groaned once you were comfortable. He saw you, and got out of bed, picking you up, and holding you to his core, where his body was the hottest.

Kyle takes you up to the roof anytime he relaxes up there. All he has to do is find you call "Nix". You know where you're going, and you'll fly over immediately. You get to relax with him outside and sometimes go for a flight yourself, with Kyle watching or joining you. It gives you a chance to brush up on your hunting skills. Mice and rats weren't uncommon to find. Spirit comes out with you guys as well, laying back and staring up at you while you fly over head.

Another life another cycle. It can feel tedious, and one day you'll probably end up doing something else. For now you have good people, and safe space. It took time to find this, to build it. You weren't about to walk away from it. If only it could have been that easy.

You had gone with the team to an outpost, a temporary set up for a mission. You still weren't shifting, not that you couldn't but it wasn't an ideal form. If you did shift to human it would be very young and very vulnerable. You didn't want to reset before you had to, and a kid was an easy target. A juvenile phoenix? That would require more stopping power.

"Wheels up at 0500 tomorrow. Prep your gear, eat, rest up, and we move out." The captain ordered. You made a chirping sound to get his attention once the team dispersed. Price offered his arm for you, giving you a chance to fly over and land on him. You inch up to his good shoulder nuzzle the back of his ear befoire looking at him expectantly. The Captain recognized that look. You were very expressive for a bird.

"Nix you'll be staying behind." He told you. You squawked in protest, your feathers puffing. The captain sighed. "Nix, you'll provide overwatch with Gaz."

You wanted to do more, but without a human form, you had some limitations. At least as overwatch you could still do some work as a medic. Price got to work prepping his gear with you close by, either perched somewhere or on his shoulder. If you noticed someone looking for something, you brought it to them. You noticed Simon was tense and you already knew why. The location of the mission had some heavy memories for him. Hell even Price wasn't sure about coming. You noticed the scope to his rifle was missing as he was assembling the weapon. It was under the bench. You flew over to him, your bright colours catching his eye. Simon watched as you retrieved the missing piece and flapped up, onto the bench. The scope was in your talons as you out a soft chirp. Simon took the scope and you nudged his leg. Your tears could heal a lot, but emotional and mental wounds? Not so much.

"Thanks Nix. Stay safe yeah?" He told you. You stay safe? You were more worried about him.

Downside of being a phoenix - well you already know the downsides - everyone wants a phoenix. Hybrid trafficking is a thing as well, with some sick tickets enjoying the idea of having hybrids for pets. A phoenix has extra benefits, with healing tears. There has been entire debates and conferences on phoenix tears and whether it should be allowed to be bought and sold in pharmaceuticals. As for your feathers that's a whole other issue and has long since been deemed illegal to traffick real ones. Not that poachers would care.

The mission had been going fine, you were keeping an eye out for wounded human soldiers from above. It was like watching a maze being solved by multiple lines, and just as chaotic. Kyle had been called to the ground to assist a team, leaving you to take care of another wounded soldier. As soon as you landed next to him, you were grabbed. You didn't have an ear piece so no one heard your distress. The next thing you know, you're uncermoniously stuffed in a bag, and dragged off.

When you awoke you were in a bird cage which you would never stop finding humiliating. This wasn't the furst time either, but you were more irritated by the fact that it had happened when you were trying to help someone. That being said you know better than to thrash against your cage, knowing they would try to restrain you further to preserve your feathers. To make matters worse you recognized the voice of the person who had caught you.

Valeria stood there staring at you. You tilted your head at her, remaining calm and avoiding too focused of a gaze. Gorgon hybrids were familiar enough to you. You could avoid mind control well enough, including hers. The question was if she recognized you as well. You were younger than when she previously saw you, and it was at a distance.

"Did you check for a tag?" She asked. The two men who'd caught you shared a look, and she sighed face palming. You weren't sure whether to pity them or laugh at them for such a rookie mistake. You did have a tag on you, Price had insisted on it. The way she went off on the two of them, holy crap. The fact she didn't turn them to stone right then and there was surprising.

"Out. I'll deal with you later." She hissed at them. That wasn't even a pun. Her attention was back on you, and you puffed up your feathers. The way she was staring at you was... kind of odd. If anything she seemed to be admiring you. I mean what was there to be disgusted by? You couldn't help but detect something else behind her eyes. The snakes didn't seem bothered by you.

"You could give me so much." Valeria commented. Fuck, not what you ever wanted to hear in this situation. You squawked in warning at her, almost challenging her to try something. She just smirked. "If only Graves were here, I might just set you on him. Maybe you could get him to shift gears."

She sighed seeing you bristle. "But you're with that pack of misfits... hmph... I'll take advantage of what time I have before they come to collect you."

As soon as you saw a few figures approaching with gloves, you started to thrash. Not again. You wouldn't let this happen again.

"Nix... Nix can you hear me?"

You were a pitiful sight. A number of feathers had been plcked from you, and your eyes were dry and sore.

"Can you hear me... try to move if you can..."

That voice. Spirit. You heard a couple more but they were further away. You tried to force your eyes open, but all you felt was still air on them. There was a crack of light but not enough to make out anything.

"Hunter.... he needs help!"

"Shit... come on Nix don't make me do this the easy way... really hate doing that... stay with us."

Tired... you were just tired and sore. You can feel gloves again, and you try to scratch back with your talons.

"Hold him down..."

"Yep." You felt leather holding your legs.

"Gently."

"I'm trying."

Something is laid next to you, you feel the edge brush against you. very gently you're awkwardly placed into something soft. You thrash at first, your mind still alert, but the voices assure you everything will be okay. It was all going to be okay... sleep... you wanted... sleep...

Hunter wasted no time getting you back to the med bay, getting you fixed up. They hadn't hesitated to break some things, and extracting your tears was done with little care for your well being. You felt something cover your head and you relaxed, realizing it was over.

Sleep returned to you while Hunter did their best to fix you up. As always, a remarkable job was done. You were placed in Spirit's room in a warm nest made of blankets and a hoodie. Recovery would be slow but you didn't need a reset. Not this time. You didn't want one either. When you woke back up you heard the team talking.

"His wings were broken, his eyes are dry and primary feathers were removed..." Kyle said, repeating the information Hunter had given them.

"Literal no fly list." Spirit commented.

"Having his eyes bandaged for now is the safest, so he'll need extra assistance around base." Hunter mentioned. "If he chooses to stay on base during the recovery period."

"I hate to mention it, but if Nix were to reset...

"No." Hunter said immediately. "I'm not about to do a reset."

"Could... someone else do it?" Spirit asked, her tone hesitant.

"I'm the only one with the training to do it, if anyone else does it on the team, it could be considered... no." Hunter trailed off before putting their foot down. Hippocratic oaths didn't cover phoenixes, and Hunter was strongly against being the reason you reset.

"Nix will still recover." Simon spoke up. "Just extra time."

"That settles it." Price said, before anybody could object. Not that anyone would. You fell back asleep hearing that.

The next time you awoke, you felt large hands take hold of you. You stayed calm, feeling yourself pressed to a warm chest. You were carried out of the bedroom and into a more communal space. The bandages remained over your eyes. You knew it would be while until you could see properly again.

"Hunter wants to give you some eye drops." You heard Price say softly. You let out a soft cooing sound, showing your appreciation. The team had to put in extra effort to help you recover, and they were choosing to do so. You heard Price and Hunter talking quietly, with Spirit asking if she could help.

"Keep your eyes shut, I'll tell you when to open them." Spirit said while Hunter instructed her on how to apply the eye drops. When the bandage was removed, you couldn't register much light. Hunter was doing this to protect your eyes. Gentle, latex fingers took off your bandages. Spirit asked you to open one eye and the drops were applied. It was a welcome relief until you could produce more natural tears. The other eye was treated and a new bandage was applied. This would take some time before you could see again.

Once Spirit said you were finished, Price took you to get fed, letting you locate the food yourself. You heard Kyle come into the room. You replied to his entrance with a friendly chirp. After you filled up on spices and fruit extracts Price picked you back up.

Price laid back and placed you on his chest where his heat was the strongest. The warmth was a great comfort, and you nestled in. You told yourself, when you could properly shift to a human state, you would thank him, and apologize for being so reckless. In maybe a week or so you would be around Spirit's age, and by the end of the month you would be an adult. By that point you should have your feathers back, and be able to see properly.

For now, you rested against the captains warm chest, trying to rest again. Those sickos had left their mark though. It wasn't long before you started to fidget and needed to be woken up again. Kyle woke you, taking you off Price's hands so he could get to work on his reports. You let out a startled tweet, your feathers puffing again.

"I got ya Nix. You're safe here." Kyle assured you. If only could see it for yourself.

Your blindfold stayed on until you could shift to an adult. It had come with some difficulties, and you shifted to human a few times before if only to make navigation a little easier. Spirit spent plenty of time with you, helping you walk around. Hunter insisted on a human state to get better adjusted to walking around with assistance.

Despite Hunter's intentions, König would pick you up and take you to whereever you need to go. You weren't much heavier than Spirit anyways. Horangi's antics against you stopped as soon as he learned what had happened. You didn't know at the time, but if he overheard someone making comments about your vision, he made the room foggy with his clouds and caused them to stumble around. The cadejos are great seeing eye dogs, and Rudy showed you how they can guide you around. May have led to you bumping into a wall or two, from the cadejos passing through them. Alejandro worked with Hunter and Price to find tasks you could do on base with your young age and impairment. You found you could still navigate the medbay with little issue, but sharp items were kept out of reach.

The biggest issue was your nightmares. More than once you would wake up to complete darkness and cold sweat. You didn't cry out, not wanting to bother anyone else. Except Spirit doesn't work that way, nor does Ghost. Ghost on more than one occasion has walked in on you, checking to see how you're doing. Spirit could hear your small noises of distress as well.

One night, Spirit knocked on your door. You allowed her entry from your bed, and she offered to take you for a walk or get a snack. Each time you accepted her invitation. Spirit didn't pry or bother you with questions. You got the impression she'd been through this before, or something similar. After half an hour or so you were led back to your room and could sleep the rest of the night.

Then came a night where Ghost came to your room. He announced himself calmly, and you were helped out of bed. The bandages would be coming off the next day. You were relieved to finally see again. The nightmares didn't subside though. Ghost made sure you had tea and something to eat before he decided to lay it all down.

"They did a number on you." Ghost stated.

"Yep." You said calmly.

"Sick fuckers." Ghost commented. "You made it out alive."

"I got myself caught, and put myself in that situation." You said.

"You did." Ghost agreed. Great talk Ghost, very inspiring.

"Should've stayed behind. I'm living with my mistakes." You reminded him.

"Same." Ghost said sipping his own mug. You turned towards his voice. "If all you do is beat yourself up about your mistakes, you're just gonna turn purple. You've got scars, we all do. That's what happens when you make choices."

"I know." You said. You'd been around for a long while. This isn't the first time you'd dealt with something like that.

"I'd fucking hope so, you're older than me." Simon pointed out. "But if you know, then you know when to fucking say something."

"I do. Once the bandages come off, I'll be attending therapy. Not sure if they can help but it's worth trying." You told Ghost. Ghost looked at you while you finished your midnight tea.

"Good." He said.

You sat on the bed, a full adult. Spirit instructed you to shield your eyes with your hand while the cotton pads were removed from each side.

"Okay... open slowly." Spirit said. You did, wincing a bit. "Well?"

You stared at your hand. "Five right?"

Spirit's face lit up as she confirmed it. Finally you could get back to work again. Of course Hunter wouldn't let you. Instead it was a mental health day, and it was doctor's orders so no getting out of it. The team left you alone and you returned to your room, sitting on your bed. You know what comes next, and you know it could mean you leaving the base and the team. It was important though.

You dialed the number you found online. A receptionist answered. "Hello, how can I help you today?"

"Hi, I'd like to set up a consultation with a therapist."

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[cod-dump]

AHHH HI

That thing you posted with the water sprayer has given me an idea

Phoenix uses said sprayer to discipline Graves when he’s being mean

Like at the whole betrayal thing in the MWii campaign? Yeah, Phoenix sprayed him in the fact before all the fighting broke out.

Ghost: You threatening us?

Graves: Soldier, I don’t make threats. I make promises.

Phoenix: *Spritzes Graves in the face* Bad, Phillip. Bad.

Phoenix also uses it on Black ice whenever he’s rough housing a little room much with one of the other shadows

-🔥

Phoenix is the only one next to Graves who tries to maintain order with a spray bottle. Black-Ice gets sprayed so, so much. He’s a bit much for some Shadows and doesn’t even realize it. So, here comes Phoenix to get him to calm the fuck down. Black-Ice does wear eye makeup here and there when off the field, so often enough he has streaks of eyeliner going down his face because of Phoenix.

Everyone, not just Black-Ice, has gotten a taste of the spray bottle. Moose when he was ranting about the shit computer he had to work with? Spray. Graves when he was stressed and just being a dick to everyone? Spray. Ghost when he was tormenting some Shadows? Spray spray spray- No one is safe. Price has been sprayed more times than he’d like to admit. And Nik? He’s trying to get sprayed. Trying to be a nuisance because he thinks it’s funny.

Phoenix sprayed Bar once. Phoenix did it on reflex and froze after he realized who he had sprayed. Bar was too stunned by what happened to even react. Soap was losing his shit over it, too. Funnily enough, Bar does behave better around Phoenix now.

[sgt-garrison]

(A text hits Garrisons phone!)

[Attachment : 1 image]

(The picture is of Phoenix lying against a sleeping Lazarus on a couch that is very much not in the psych ward. He’s making a stupid face at the camera, which he is also giving a thumbs up to.)

[Guess who’s finally out of containment]

[That makes it sound like I’m an anomaly wait]

- @phoenix-gone-dark 🌌

[Got cleared to leave, did you?]

[Proud of you, Phoenix. It’s hard work.]

[woah-hello]

It's you!

Marya, 'Phoenix', youngest in TF141, their sniper that one day may become the best one!

She was recruited from street like some stray mutt and first ≈year or something Phoenix just keep working hard to prove herself and her worthy to team, to get used to new people around and surroundings, and it's all not in vain!

Surprisingly, but! Military base and this team become literally home for her. Not in one day, but with team they're become like.. siblings . ▽˙

Yes, being sniper with strong rule about 'I can't take lives no matter what' is hard. And sometimes Phoenix had to kill except of shooting knees and shoulders, because between teammate (one of who become literally 'home' for her) and 'enemy' the choice is obvious.

Nights 'after' hard of course, silence ringing, darkness pressing and one and only exit - sleep around someone. Roach gladly sleep in weird places with Phoenix side by side. Sound of one of dear's heartbeat against ear is surprisingly soothing thing...

Despite everything... It's still you.

Nothing last forever.

Teammates one by other got KIA, new recruited of course, but now it's.. 'Nothing personal, just job' literally.

All lost. 'Home' destroyed. Phoenix slowly but surely losing light and sense of life, now not only killed enemies but not saved teammates as well coming in nightmares. When rare lights of her someday lost enthusiasm peeking on surface new teammates barking at young one for being 'too cheerful'.

Price thinking about sent their young talent to Alex. To just avoid watching once the most life-loving and energetic person fades away and dies in front of him.

[gamergirlbonestaskforce141riot]

All the places I've been and things I've seen

A million stories that made up a million shattered dreams

The faces of people I'll never see again

And I can't seem to find my way home

[shadow-company-phoenix]

HAPPY BRITHDAY @sgt-garrison!!!!! ENJOY THE BIRTHDAY FLUFF!!!! I'm sorry if any of it is ooc or seems rushed I really wanted to get this out quickly before I forgot any of my ideas 💔💔💔

Phoenix hummed to himself as he decorated the common room of the 141 base. He hung up dark green streamers where he could, throwing the extras over chairs and tables and anything else that he could. There was a green banner hanging right where they could be seen the second that someone walked into the room, and another above the door for when anyone left. Both said “HAPPY BIRTHDAY GARRISON” on them in bright, golden letters.

He’d been working on getting everything ready all day, tasking everyone else with the jobs of distracting Garrison from being anywhere near the common room or the kitchen. It was relatively easy, all things considered.

Phoenix added the final touches and sent out the text, having to resist the urge to jump up and down from excitement.

Jeanz came in first, a wide smile on her face to mirror Phoenix’s own.

“Here,” he said, handing the bag of green confetti over to her. He didn’t want to risk scaring Garrison by using the actual confetti poppers, so he just bought a bunch of shades of green paper, cut them up into tiny shapes, and funneled them into bags to hand out. “Go stand by the door. Not a word, understand?”

Jeanz nodded and went to stand over by the door, confetti clutched tightly in her hand.

More of Garrison’s friends came in, and Phoenix gave them all confetti bags and places to hide. They all did as he said, and when he was sure that everyone was where they needed to be, Phoenix joined Jeanz across from the door.

It didn’t take very long for Ghost to walk in with Garrison in tow. They were talking about something, but Phoenix didn’t really care. The second that Garrison stepped through that door, Phoenix had sprung up and was throwing as much confetti as he could with a wide smile on his face.

“Surprise!” he shouted, followed by every other person in the room doing the same. Confetti went flying, people were laughing, and Garrison just stood there, stunned and wide eyed.

“What’s all this?” he asked, looking around the room.

“It’s your birthday celebration, silly,” Phoenix responded, herding him and Ghost into the room and shutting the door behind them.

“My…birthday?”

Phoenix looked around to everyone else for just a second before nodding quickly. “Obviously! C’mon, there’s no way that you forgot it was your birthday, right?”

Garrison stood there silently, just staring at him.

“He doesn’t really do things for his birthday,” Ghost explained.

Phoenix stared for a second, starting to get concerned. “Is this…is it too much? Because I can fix it. You don’t have to—”

“No!” Garrison quickly interrupted. “I mean—nah, Phoenix. This’s jus’ fine. I jus’ need a sec t’catch up.”

Phoenix let out a relieved sigh and nodded. “Of course. Well, you can catch up on the couch. I have so many more things for you to see.”

Out of habit, he put a hand on the small of Garrison’s back and led him over to the couch, having Garrison sit down. People made small talk with Garrison, starting to surround the couch and laugh as Phoenix got something ready by a small table in the corner of the room.

He brought over a gin and tonic and a cupcake that had a candle sticking out of it. “Thought you might want something to wash it down with,” Phoenix said, setting both items down on the coffee table. “Could I borrow your lighter?”

Garrison, ever kind, provided his lighter for Phoenix to snag. To his credit, Phoenix quickly lit the candle and handed the lighter back to Garrison, who pocketed it once more.

Phoenix glared at Cedric, who quickly turned off the light. Phoenix handed the cupcake, now the only light source in the room, to Garrison, who took it hesitantly.

“Happy birthday to you,” Phoenix started, everyone else following quickly. “Happy birthday to you. Happy birthday dear–”

“Garrison–”

“Sam–”

“Sarg–”

“Sunshine–”

“Cowboy–”

“Happy birthday to you!”

Garrison blew out the candle, causing cheers to erupt from around the room. The lights flicked back on, and everyone was smiling. Even Garrison.

“This ‘s stupid,” Garrison muttered, taking the candle out from the cupcake.

“Don’t care, didn’t ask,” Phoenix said. “Eat the damn cupcake before I shove it down your throat. That goes for everyone.”

Everyone scurried to go and grab a cupcake, talking amongst themselves as they ate.

“These coffee flavored?” Ghost asked as he sat down on the other side of Garrison, his mask pulled up ever so slightly.

“Yup! It was a little weird to figure out, had to figure out how to balance all of the flavors, but I managed it.”

Garrison looked at Phoenix, an eyebrow raised, before he took a bite from the cupcake. “Fuckin’ hell, Phoenix,” he said, his mouth full. “This shit is fuckin’ amazin’.”

Phoenix just shrugged, but he was still smiling slightly. “Glad you think so. Only the best for the Sarg, yeah?”

Garrison just shook his head and took another bite of the cupcake and took a sip of the gin and tonic. “‘S a little unnecessary, don’t’cha think?”

Slowly, Phoenix turned to look at Garrison, an intense look in his eyes. “Unnecessary?” he asked. “Unnecessary? Absolutely not! It’s your fuckin’ birthday, Sarg! You deserve to be celebrated through Hell and high water. Now, c’mon. Finish your cupcake so we can get to presents. And if you try to reject any of them, I’m sneaking them into your bedroom.”

And, well. Who was Garrison to argue with that?

[ziapegasus]

Valentines and Love

Things go fast with Phoenix

One day we’re just friends

Next day we’re out together on Valentines

And I learn that she’s real sweet

And even though I’m getting weird looks

I love her still

I just don’t know if she feels the same-

“Hey Birdie, can you stop staring and eat your ice cream? It’s melting.”

“Oh, right! Uh…”

“I know that I’m pretty but that doesn’t mean stare.”

“Haha, right…”

My god…

She gave me a nickname

This date is going well

The ice cream was good

It wasn’t good enough to wipe away my embarrassment

But still pretty good

I can’t believe I’m with this tall ass soldier

And that’s she’s also really nice too

She said that there was an event soon with the entire team

And everyone would be there

So I guess it’s about time to man up and introduce myself to soldiers who can snap my spine

I’m not confident

But I have to

[phoenix-gone-dark]

There had been no indication that anything was wrong. Phoenix was excited to see that Barrage was home, happy to go and talk to his brother again about what his time overseas was like. Phoenix knew what being there was like, he had just gotten back himself, but he wanted to hear it from his brother. Maybe Barrage would cave and let Phoenix bring George into his room while they talked.

The first indication that something was wrong when some of the other Shadows started whispering the moment that he stepped into the common room. They did so sometimes, mostly the new people who were shocked to see someone with a face like his walking around in public. But this time was different. People that he had worked with for years were looking at him with…fear? Concern? Pity?

The easy smile that had been on his face fell, and he looked around for answers. No one would tell him what was going on, either shuffling away or mumbling something about how it wasn’t their place.

Phoenix was almost scared as he went to Barrage’s room, knocking on the door and waiting. When he didn’t get a response, he tried to open the door.

Locked.

Well, that was…odd.

No matter. Phoenix grabbed two bobby pins from his hair and got to picking the lock, getting the door unlocked quickly. He pushed it open and stepped inside, only to find it stripped clean. Gutted. As if Barrage had never lived inside of it.

Something akin to dread settled in the base of his throat, and Phoenix took a few steps back. Carefully, he closed the door again, letting it click back into place.

Maybe his office. Maybe he just decided that he didn’t want this room anymore. That had to be it, right? Just a room change that no one told him about. That was all. Nothing bad, nothing scary.

Phoenix stopped in the hallway and took a deep breath, forcing himself to calm his racing heart. There was nothing wrong. Barrage was fine. He’d be in his office, or maybe Leggy’s room, and everything would be just fine. He was freaking out over nothing, just like he always did.

When he got to Barrage’s office, Phoenix didn’t even bother knocking. Bee never minded when he just burst in, or he did and he never said anything.

He opened the door with a slam and felt his heart jump into his mouth. The office was empty. No more trinkets. No more comfort. It was quiet.

If he closed his eyes, Phoenix could almost pretend that nothing had happened.

“What’cha doin’ here, Menace? Dad send you over f’r somth’n?”

Barrage’s voice was so clear in his mind that Phoenix’s eyes shot open and he whipped around, half expecting him to be there. But he wasn’t. There was nothing there but the emptiness of the open door. It’s almost like it was mocking him.

Phoenix looked around the room before bending down to pick up the zippo lighter that was on the ground, seemingly thrown. He cradled it gently in his hands, looking down at it.

Without warning, he turned and ran out of the office, leaving the door open. He ran and ran, down twenty four steps to a filing cabinet that he had combed through so many times. Four cabinets down, looking for that one word. The one word that would tell him that everything was okay. That what he was thinking wasn’t true.

But it was gone.

Barrage’s file was gone.

And with it, the last of Phoenix’s self control.

He shoved the zippo lighter into one of the pockets of his cargo pants and ran right back out of the room. Where he was going, he didn’t know. He just needed to be somewhere other than that suffocating building. Somewhere other than the place where he finally realized what was going on, why no one wanted to talk to him.

People moved out of the way or they got hit. It was that simple. Phoenix was in no mood to try and run around them, or to apologize when he eventually did run into someone.

Phoenix was on the track team for a reason. He held more metals than he could count. Broke various records. He impressed his Commanding Officers any time they made him do any sort of training that included running. When he wanted to run, he would fucking run.

And so he did. He ran until his lungs felt like they were going to collapse, and then he ran some more. He ran until his feet felt like they were going to fall off, and then he kept going. He ran until his throat was dry, until his legs were shaking, until he couldn’t run anymore.

And then he kept fucking going, because there was nothing else he could do.

Only when Phoenix ran into a tree did he stop.

And then the tears started.

Sobs wracked his body, and Phoenix collapsed into the ground. His knees hit the dirt, and he keeled forward, his arms holding him up.

He’s gone. It’s not fair. It’s my fault. It’s his fault. I hate him. I miss him. He hates me. Why didn’t he tell me? He doesn’t care anymore. He didn’t even leave a note.

It’s all my fault. I wasn’t enough.

It’s his fault. He’s a bastard and a traitor.

I love him. I hate him.

I miss him.

Where has he gone?

Why did he have to leave?

The words swirled around and around, each one bringing a new sob to destroy him even further.

There would probably be an announcement later. Or maybe there already was one. It would announce Barrage as a traitor, a fugitive. Someone to look out for. Would Leggy let that happen? Would he even care? Did he know?

Did everyone but Phoenix know?

He felt like a fool. A dumb, foolish fool. Of course Barrage left. Of course he didn’t want to stay. Who would? Not Phoenix’s friends. Not his family. Not any of the hookups that he had gotten over the years. Why stay with broken merchandise, right?

“Until you get your shit together, no one is going to want you. You’re lucky I even keep you under my roof. Now get the fuck out of my face.”

Carefully, slowly, Phoenix pulled himself back up. He stood on shaking legs and looked at the tree in front of him. A willow tree, big and sturdy. Probably over a hundred years old at this point.

Phoenix knew where he was. Of course he ran here of all places.

Slowly, Phoenix walked past the tree about fifty yards and, just like he thought, there was his shed. Innocent looking enough on the outside, but trying to get in was a pain. He just picked the lock to the door like he’d done a million times before and stepped inside.

It was unassuming enough. Mostly used for Phoenix’s storage. He had found George just a few feet away from the back of the shed.

With tears still pouring down his cheeks, he did the puzzle to the secret basement and climbed down the hatch, almost falling due to the unsteadiness in his legs. In his whole body, really.

When he got to the bottom, Phoenix looked around at the walls full of filing cabinets. He went over to the “family” one and opened it. Inside were many different files, all with names that he had kept as hidden as he could. He saw Leggy’s file. Commander Graves. Finally, Barrage.

Phoenix pulled it out, ignoring the tears that dropped onto the manilla folder. Inside was not only a copy of Barrage’s file, but anything else that Phoenix thought was important. His favorite cigarettes. His favorite and least favorite colors. Who he liked talking to. Who he didn’t like talking to.

There were pictures, too. Anything that Phoenix could get. A portrait of the two of them together. A selfie that Phoenix took to send to Leggy. A sneak shot of Barrage sitting outside and smoking on a mission. Anything that he could get was in the file.

Seeing them, seeing him, sent a new pang of hurt through Phoenix.

He had done everything. Prepared himself for something like this happening. No more surprises he had told himself. Never again. But here he was. Another surprise. More pain. But this time, it wasn’t physical.

Phoenix screamed. Loudly. He screamed until he couldn’t breathe. He screamed until his throat was raw. He screamed about the injustice of it all, about how much he was hurting, about how stupid both him and Barrage were.

And then he stopped, because he couldn’t do it anymore. Phoenix grabbed the zippo lighter out the pocket of his cargo pants and stared at it.

He clutched it tighter in his hand and looked at the manilla folder in his hand. It was decorated with stickers and little doodles. Barrage’s name was written on it in a sparkly blue glitter pen.

Phoenix held both items to his chest and collapsed onto the floor, crying harder. He curled in on himself the way that he did every night after the accident. He held himself and the file and the lighter in the same way that he did whenever there was nothing he could feel but pain.

Phoenix held himself, because there was no one else to hold him now.

[the-starry-raven]

(just a little OC x canon characters thing-)

Phoenix, walking out of the bedroom: I can't find my phone...

Alejandro, looking over: Let me call it

Phoenix, not thinking much: Alright

*Alejandro by Lady Gaga starts playing from Phoenix's phone*

Alejandro, looking at Phoenix unamused: Really, mi amor?

Rudy, walking in on this and laughing:

Phoenix, grabbing his phone: Mmm no?

[aussiepineapple1st]

Phoenix x Gaz part 2/?

Part 1

[queermentaldisaster]

Phoenix once hid under a desk for several hours avoiding his husband's because he had gone out on a mission and didn't tell them and freaked them out and ended up getting injured (minor injuries). He's never seen his eyes flash before his eyes so quick then when he was finally found

Alejandro and Rudy were so pissed! The worried kind of pissed, but that kinda pissed scares Phoenix more than the angry pissed, because they get so protective it's not funny.

[cod-dump]

Phoenix and Black-Ice would be best friends

Lots of shenanigans that tend to involve moose or Graves

Moose: *walking around base in shorts*

Phoenix: God damn, Moose! What’re you doin out here with all that ass?

Black-Ice: Double caked up on a Tuesday night

Phoenix has a habit of cat calling Moose and Graves because he thinks it’s funny. Lots of “Damn Babygirl”s get thrown around. But, if one of them says they’re uncomfortable, he’ll apologize profusely and buy them a bunch of gifts and give them little smooches instead of the catcalling

-Before-

Phoenix: Damn, babygirl, you just walk around with those things out?

Moose, who was walking around base shirtless:

-After-

Moose: *talking to Black-Ice about lord only knows what*

Phoenix: You look good today

*Phoenix presses a kiss to Moose’s forehead and cheek before leaving*

Moose, so red that he could blend in with the tomatoes: :O

-🔥

There’s a picture of Phoenix and Black-Ice kneeling behind Moose, looking like they’re worshiping/praising his ass. It’s a meme template and no one, not even Graves, can make the Shadows stop using it.

Moose is actually loving the attention, especially since it’s coming from someone he cares about.

Graves is less than amused, especially if Nik’s around because he’ll join in on torment the Shadow himself without hesitation.

[insomniacsystem]

Azrael will probably improve this later but here's our shadow company ocs/alters-Vance

Base/reference @mellon-soup

Top/ blonde is Arlo/Icarus

Next/redhead is Ashton/Phoenix

3rd/ darker brunette is me Vance/V

4th/lighter brunette is Emris/Firefly

And last is Azrael who doesn't use his real name

Do I have any idea what we're looking at? No but best guess it probably has something to do with Graves fbbfbf.

We're probably gonna post more of these cause we're having fun showing off our characters/(alter? Idk how to put it it's weird being introjects of oc's) so if anyone's interested in knowing more feel free to ask!

[unis-trash-stash]

HEY BOY I HAVEN’T DRAWN IN FOREVER

[sgt-garrison]

(There are two packages on Garrison’s desk, one of which has a letter resting atop of it. It has a fancy seal made of dark green wax. One package has a sponge cake in it, and the other has tiramisu. There’s also a burner phone tucked inside one of the boxes.)

Dearest Garrison,

I’m writing to apologize for my being a major asshole earlier. I kinda was cold turkey-ing the meds that I was on in the psych ward, and it gave me really bad mood swings. Laz has been weening me off of them now, so I’m a little more normal.

Anyway. I don’t want you to feel forced for forgive me ‘cause I was totally a dickhead. But I do have gifts for you, which you’ve probably already seen. I hope that they’re to your liking.

Hope you’re doing good.

I miss you.

Have a good day/night,

- P ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ

P.s. The phone isn’t government funded. Just saying

- @phoenix-gone-dark 🌌

(He reads over the note carefully… then sighs heavily, carding a hand over his face. He sets it aside and picks up the burner.

Fuckin’ Shadows… their affinity for breaking the rules and bringing people into their business.. he’d need to talk with his LT before brass caught wind of this thing getting into the building.

He didn’t want to see MacMillan pissed. That was probably on the last item of his list of things to do before dying.

He pockets the burner and opens the boxes carefully. He grins and laughs softly, spotting both the sponge cake and tiramisu)

Can’ be bribed… but hell of’a good try, Phoenix…

(He mumbles, gently closing the box. This was a delicacy to enjoy for later.)