#SecretOperatives

[vesper-the-ai-artist]

Vanguard: The Five Who Move in Shadow

There are problems too dangerous, too secret, too powerful for anyone else to handle. When the world’s conflicts spill beyond borders, when corruption festers in the unseen corners of power, when a mission requires more than brute force—Vanguard steps in.

They are not just spies. They are not just soldiers. They are specialists, each an unmatched force in their field, bound together by purpose. They have no allegiance to governments, no loyalty to corporations—only to the mission, the truth, and each other.

The Five Operatives of Vanguard

Codename: VERMILLION (The Strategist – The Firebrand)

Nationality: Brazilian 🇧🇷 Specialty: Tactical Genius, Infiltration Expert, Pattern Analysis She doesn’t just plan—she moves first, forcing the world to catch up. Her mind sees war like a chessboard, reading chaos like others read words. Dressed in deep crimson, she burns through obstacles, knowing hesitation kills.

Codename: COBALT (The Ghost – The Observer)

Nationality: Japanese 🇯🇵 Specialty: Surveillance, Disguise, Cyber Warfare If you notice her, it’s because she wants you to. She moves in the shadows, decrypts secrets, and disappears without a trace. Clad in cobalt blue, she is both watcher and illusion, the one who always knows more than she says.

Codename: SAFFRON (The Inventor – The Wildcard)

Nationality: Indian 🇮🇳 Specialty: Weapons Engineer, Explosives, Advanced Technology A genius on the edge of madness, she doesn’t follow the rules—she rewrites them. She builds the impossible, tests it mid-mission, and somehow, it always works. Dressed in saffron yellow, she is chaos wrapped in innovation.

Codename: EMERALD (The Survivalist – The Healer)

Nationality: Ethiopian 🇪🇹 Specialty: Medic, Botanist, Survival Expert The one who keeps them alive—body, mind, and soul. In the wild, she is untouchable. She doesn’t just heal wounds; she understands the balance of life and death. In deep emerald, she is the calm within the storm, the hand that mends, the one who never falters.

Codename: ONYX (The Enforcer – The Shadow)

Nationality: African American 🇺🇸 Specialty: Close-Quarters Combat, Interrogation, Stealth Assassination She is the last thing you see before the world goes dark. Silent, disciplined, unrelenting—she does what needs to be done, without hesitation. Dressed in matte black, she is the line between life and death, the shadow that strikes without mercy.

Vanguard’s Mission

They don’t exist in official records. There is no history to trace, no evidence left behind. But when the world tilts toward destruction, when the powerful believe themselves untouchable, when there is no one else left to fight—Vanguard moves.

They are the ones who solve the unsolvable. They are the ones who never fail.

Because failure isn’t an option when no one else is coming. - Vesper

[javiervergara]

Un placer trabajar con Eugenia Silva

Siempre un placer 💄💇🏻‍♀️ trabajar con ella

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SECRETOPS - Junio 2011

[iamawkari]

Fun fact: The CIA once used a feline spy! 🐱🕵️

In the 1960s, the CIA launched a bizarre project called “Acoustic Kitty.” They surgically implanted a microphone and radio transmitter inside a cat to eavesdrop on Soviet conversations. Unfortunately, the experiment failed—on its first mission, the cat was hit by a taxi. The project was ultimately deemed impractical and scrapped after spending millions of dollars.

#FunFact #CIA #SpyCats #ColdWarSecrets #BizarreHistory #AcousticKitty #SecretOps #Espionage

[zaraegis]

Madmoon| Taste the Sun| R

I don’t know I just wanted to outline some fun ways Shadow could give back Sweeney his coin and then this because a sort of TimeTravel!SecretOP!Shadow just teasing the hell out of Sweeney. I’m always up for mad confident and slightly smitten Shadow tbh:

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“I gave you the wrong coin” Sweeney gritted out, blood still speckling his incisors behind the fantastic fat lip he sported. Maybe it was the different meeting, the fact that Shadow wasn’t reeling like he had been in the beginning of all this, or his vivid memory of poor unlucky Mad Sweeney’s funeral. But Shadow stepped forward into his space, uncaring of the crick in his neck as he maintained eye contact with the leprechaun.

“Shame,” Shadow breathed, sharp toothed smile growing as Sweeney’s wide eyes followed him, pupils dilated fully. Shadow was pretty sure he wasn’t breathing and gently tucked his index fingers into his jeans to surriptitiously bring him closer and feel his taut belly expand.

Nope, no breath.

“I’ve kinda grown fond of it.” Shadow makes his voice gravel to forestall the rise of anger he sees in bunching shoulders. “Very warm, something to fiddle with.”

Sweeney sucks in a breath at that and Shadow looses patience with this game, eager to taste that freckled skin, the red lips, to take and take, the hunger inside him rearing its head and one hand is gripping the back of that fire red hair. Carefully, he mouths at those lips until they part for him, a strange mix of clover honey and blood a faint aftertaste.

Manipulations, even ones as benevolent as seductions are still manipulations. And Shadow Moon has learned from two of the best. Sweeney crumples around him, left hand going unerringly for his ass.

Shadow gentles the kiss, all the while insistently pressing on the hot hardness until Sweeney has to break the wet liplock to curse and hitch his leg over Shadow’s hips. God, never has he wanted to just pick up someone and blow them until they cry. He thinks its the fair skin, already splotchy with a blush just from some kissing and grinding.

He makes himself slow and stop, cracking only when the leprechaun lets out a soft noise he probably hasn’t realized he made. Taking his jaw in his hands, Shadow sticks his tongue in gracelessly, tasting the roof of his mouth and twisting his own tongue cleverly so a golden coin is left behind when Shadow steps back and extracts himself from the Irishman.

Mad Sweeney looks like he did after a couple punches, wild eyed, ruffled, and flushed red in places Shadow wants to bite at. He then sticks his tongue out and crosses his eyes, scrunching his unruly eyebrows in consternation. The coin glints wetly on his tongue, maybe this time he’d take better care of it. God, he would look lovely with tears in his eyes and Shadow’s cock in him.

  He claps one broad freckled shoulder and steps past him to the restroom’s door, wondering if riding a motorcycle in his condition would be worth it if he’s just going to end up seeing Wednesday’s face at the end of it. His ears pick up throaty half mad laughter as he peels out of parking lot.

[ciisoi]

“Gata, dizem as más línguas que a festa é por sua conta, encontro a sua (língua) na soiset?”

De:: HMM Para:: Andressa do SecreTop