#Warfront

[hezigler]

Ukraine Just Changed Warfare Forever

Six hundred dollar drones destroyed billion dollar bombers.

[respondsfirst]

⤑ kim + jay ... @warfront.

it wasn't that kim's dream wasn't intelligence anymore ... it was. she was just, spooked. which made a dangerous cop. so she'd been on the streets again, practicing knocking on doors - no matter how lame that sounded. she'd been shot, & the facts were that it had left a trauma, more than just a scar. but today she got to step in, do a little shadowing with jay halstead. tipping her head with her high ponytail back against the car seat. "can i ask you something? it's kind of personal - wait. never mind. we're on a stakeout, that was stupid of me. this is business."

[x59054]

❛   pin .   push  my  muse  against  a  wall .

     fifteen minutes. that was all the time ruzek gave halstead. not that he was being serious. but he still made a dramatic show of checking the time, just to give jay the impression that he was counting. fourteen minutes. he glanced halstead's way and found a pair of steel blues already looking at him. the corner of his mouth lifted, but he kept working. thirteen minutes. he found himself looking at the time, only to be disappointed that only one hundred twenty seconds had passed. was the clock moving slower? twelve minutes. he was still working, trying to focus on his own work instead of the conversation on his phone. eleven minutes. he chanced another look. jay was still looking his way. no, looking wasn't the right word. halstead was staring at ruzek. he felt good about that.

ten minutes. adam looked at his phone, but he wasn't checking the time. jay still hadn't texted him back. ruzek frowned and flipped his phone over, leaving it upside down on the desk. nine minutes. maybe he was . . . adam didn't know what. mad didn't seem like the right word. upset maybe, by ruzek's last text? eight minutes. he looked at halstead, then to his partner for the day, atwater. they made a good team. but adam wanted to work with jay sometimes too. everybody else got to be halstead's partner but him. seven minutes. he shouldn't have teased jay, because now all he could think about was kissing him and they had hours left of their shift, with no guarantee that it would end at their scheduled time 'off.' six minutes. adam picked up a pen, flipping it between his fingers as he tossed a 'casual' glance jay's way. ( there was nothing casual about it. )

five minutes. halstead was looking at him again. or . . . still looking at him. he didn't know which, but every time he glanced that way, he met ocean depths he would drown himself in if jay let him. four minutes. his leg wasn't bouncing. he was perfectly fine, not showing any signs of anxiety. he was a perfect example of calm. except that he wasn't. three minutes. he picked up his phone, thinking he must have missed the vibration. but nothing. halstead still hadn't texted him back. two minutes. adam wasn't getting kissed. one minute. he heard that voice he loved so much and looked up from his desk, already nodding and pushing up from his seat to follow. he hadn't even heard what he said, all he heard was 'ruzek' and he followed. because he would have followed jay halstead anywhere.

fifteen minutes, and the door hadn't even clicked shut yet before his back was hitting the wall, mouths colliding so fast he didn't even know who kissed who. it didn't matter. all he knew was that he needed that kiss more than he needed air, and he didn't think he was going to get it, so now he needed it even more. greedy hands reached for whatever part of halstead they could reach, one grabbing a fistful of his shirt as the other lifted to cup his neck, thumb pressing against his cheek. "you just had to edge me in there, didn't you?" he breathed into the kiss.

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a    solitary    ship    buoyant    in    ocean's    abyss  ,    anchored    to    shore    :    a    singular    bed  ,    full    in    size  ,    in    cramped    room  .    adrift    at    sea    /    stranded    in    motel  .    sapphire    optics    narrow    before    gaze    drifts    between    company  .     it    feels    like    the    opening    of    a    really    bad    joke  :    three    detectives    walk    into    a    motel    room    …       ❛      this    is    all    they    had  ?    one    room  ,    with    one    full    sized    bed  ?    ❜              the    three    of    them    jammed    into    one    bed  ?    tongue    presses    to    cheek  ,    sigh    departing    maw  .      ❛      are    we    all    really    gonna    cram    into    this    bed    or    are    we    flipping    for    it  ?     ❜              slender    digits    expose    quarter    gleaming    in    dimmed    lighting    retrieved    from    pocket  .    call    it    in    the    air  :    heads    or    tails  .     

a    hotel    room    with    only    one    bed    .            @59o54 , @warfront

[x59686]

[ DRESS ] sender without prompting helps receiver put on a jacket ( idk shhh )

they were about to head out, shift over & done. bad guy behind bars. kim was so exhausted she could barely stand on her two feet. a yawn overtakes her midsentence to atwater - when she feels a warm presence behind her. one that she leans into. one that wraps her in a warm jacket, one too big to be her own. @warfront's jacket, jay's touch. so she turns around, it was only atwater there. he could keep a secret. so she presses a kiss to the corner of his lips. "thank you,"

a small pause. "but if i'm wearing your jacket, won't you be cold?" she'd left hers ... in his car maybe? they'd been in a rush to leave his place this morning - turns out someone couldn't get enough morning kisses, so they'd almost been late. she wasn't about to explain to olinsky why she was late for work.. with jay. her hand moves to rub his chest gently, eyes watch him with a mellow kindness. "i don't want you to get sick. i have a feeling nursing you back to health would be another full-time job." a teasing smirk, but she slips her arms through the arms of the jacket, with his help.

[tomoleary]

Lee Elias - Original Cover Art for Warfront #15 (Harvey, 1953) Source, source

[by-reign]

( sc ) ... “i don’t know what to tell you, okay?!” frustration bleeds into her tone of voice as every aspect of emily’s body language screams uncomfortable, and defensive. “it was just a dumb, stupid prank- and it wasn’t even my idea. it’s not my fault they ran out in the middle of a snow storm. i didn’t know what the hell was out there!” she cuts herself off, mouth shutting with a distinct snap as emily stared at the detective. she’s not wrong. she didn’t know what had been out there in those mountains, and she didn’t think it would follow her here. that’s why she moved to chicago. to get away from EVERYTHING she used to know before, and live purely in the after. looks like that wasn’t in the cards for her. and now she’s said too much. because hardly anyone believed them when they were ‘rescued’ that morning- so she had sworn she wouldn’t talk about it again. what happened on that mountain can die and rot there. except, it hadn’t. “i’m sorry- i can’t help you.” and honestly, she doesn’t want to even if she could.

[oncalls]

✱ @warfront is just so kissable i guess idk

the best time of year was when chicago pd had all of their staff members re-up on their certifications. angela had been sitting pretty at the number two spot in long guns for a couple years, ever since she transferred to chicago and joined intelligence. she was bested only by a member of her own unit, a brother in arms if you will. so naturally, jay had been her biggest competition again this year. only for the first time, it was her name at the top of the list. lopez scored higher than halstead.

this was pretty much the best day of her life, so she wanted to celebrate. unfortunately, there was more on the line than just bragging rights. when jay won—  when, he said, not if—  he wanted her desk. said it was more comfortable to sit on, or something like that. whatever, fine. angela didn't really care what the terms of the bet were, she just wanted the win. so when halstead said 'what do you want if you win? a kiss?' with that cheeky little smile of his, she said sure. why not. this was why not. she walked right up to him at the bar, stopped in front of him and took his beer so she could take a drink for liquid courage or whatever. she reminded him, "a bet's a bet. and i'm a woman of my word." then . . . she kissed him.

[cahrson]

it's only been really a year since she's been in california, but she's already gotten used to buttery soft sunshine through her curtains and warm winds .. she wasn't going to turn down an invitation to a psychiatry conference especially when someone as new as her wasn't usually invited .. it being in chicago is both a bonus for getting to experience a brand new city and a con because she didn't realize how easy it would be to get lost and she's not panicking .. she's not .. , but her hands are trembling where they're holding her phone trying to figure out where she wound up trying to find her way back to the hotel,

" umm, sorry to bother you, but any chance you live here and might actually know where i actually am because i'm pretty sure i'm completely lost .. "

.. @warfront

[elnuevovikingo]

Wind Rose - Warfront

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[nocityfolk]

who the heck are you?

@warfront & PROMPTS FROM ELF !!

this time of year, the weather takes a turn. smuggled layers of flannel and whatnot under the worn, creased leather of jesse's old jacket, a token of times since passed in his hometown. mere days since the familiar sight of wyoming fading to new territory in the rearview mirror of his father's beaten-down truck, another thing trickling down generations for jesse to inherit, & the unsteady footfalls of his reliable boots on land his family isn't.

a two-decade-old promise from his parents to visit yellowstone— achieved a few years ago alongside the woman who broke his heart—and now he's here alone. somewhere past the welcome sign to montana, & somewhere past the anxiety-fading sight of land, horses, and stores that have stood the test of time. like a slice of home not far from home, though the sights are slightly off, and he doesn't recognise any of the faces that breach his view.

not even the man. he's intimidating in his own right, with a look on his face that reads like a warning, & the usual shift of jesse's eyes to the ground doesn't give entirely just this once. he watches the man cautiously, words stumbling to fruition in the rear of his mind, before all he can reply is, ‘‘jensen.’’ (but not quite. to his parents, maybe.) ‘‘uhh— jesse, actually. really. i just got in a few days ago. you a local?’’ smooth, jesse.

[respondsfirst]

@ olinsky

clearly someone was forcing him .. or maybe it was jay’s birthday ✋🏻 lord help an old man who just wants to give one of his children a bday selfie

[x59054]

     ✱     @warfront gets a goodnight kiss from his favorite person ever xo

ruzek didn't even know how they got to this point. what started with a little teasing turned into full on banter, which transitioned into dangerous territory that almost felt like flirting. no, strike that 'almost' from the record. they were flirting. it was basically foreplay. honestly, there was no excuse for two grown ass men to be laying in ( separate, mind you ) beds, texting each other late at night. not when they both had a long shift at work. not when they had to wake up the next morning, clock in, and do it all over again. there were a million reasons why this was a bad idea. but goddamnit, adam was still drawn to jay like a moth to a flame.

literally drawn to him, because now he was standing at halstead's door at who-the-fuck-knows-what-time-it-is knocking a little too loud on the door. and when jay didn't answer, he didn't stop. he just kept knocking and knocking and knocking and—   the door opened. and the golden retriever on the other side of the door smiled from ear to ear at a coworker that didn't look nearly as happy to see him. "you didn't think i was going to sleep without that goodnight kiss, did you?" was his only warning before he was grabbing halstead's face and kissing him right on the mouth. not even a hello in greeting, just a kiss that felt a lot like a long time coming.

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there    is    an    allure    between    partner    and    partner  .      between    jay    and    hailey  .         you've    been    denying    desire    for    long  .         for    too    long  .         but    the    rush    of    his    hands    against    your    hips  ,    the    warmth    of    bated    breath    against    your    maw  .      it's    intoxicating  .         sweep    of    forehead    against    his  ,    tickle    of    lashes    against    cheeks  .          ❛❛      i'm    in    this    for    long    haul  .         ❜❜          vocals    a    whisper  ,    but    devotion    is    emphatic    between    each    syllable  .    lips    are    soft    against    his  ,    a    welcome    fervor  .    tongue    sweeps    against    his  ,    savoring    the    taste    of    him  ,    the    feel    of    him  .     a    promise    :          i'm    not    going    anywhere  .

a    kiss    that    seals    a    promise    .           @warfront

[drekkavacarc]

[ 𝐏. ]        Send   “Hyuup!”   for   my   muse‘s   reaction   to   being   picked   up   bridal   style   by   yours.    //    accepting   !

      Lips   curl   up   into   a   𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆   smirk.    Tempting   a   game   she's   unaware   of   ,   before   turning   to   walk   back   toward   the   barn.    It's   been   some   time   since   getting   here.    She's   still   knew.    Still   𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐍   as   far   as   most   of   the   guys   are   concerned   ,   but   it's   never   bothered   Anya.   They're   used   to   having   to   play   tough.    They've   done   it   their   whole   lives.    Here's   no   different   to   them.

      It   probably   𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃   have   been   expected.    Or   perhaps   not   ,   but   that   hardly   matters   at   this   point.    With   arms   wrapped   around   her   ,   her   frame   would   have   been   easy   enough   to   hoist   her   into   the   air   ,   explaining   the   𝐒𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐀𝐋   from   her   as   boots   left   the   earth   ,   as   her   form   is   scooped   up   into   his   arms.    Her   hat   falls   ,   dust   dancing   hovering   above   the   ground   after   the   muted   𝐓𝐇𝐔𝐃   of   hat   hitting   earth.    Mismatched   blue   &   green   eyes   looked   up   to   his/@warfront   ,   her   normal   snark   lost   for   a   moment.    Cheeks   flush   without   her   knowing   ,   a   hand   gripping   just   a   little   tighter   to   his   shoulder.     ❛❛   Well .. you   caught   me   ,   where   you   takin   me?   ❜❜ 

[breedsblood]

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