#black ops cold war fanfiction

[welldonekhushi]

Vasili’s Retirement

Here's an aesthetic moodboard I made of Vasili when he was in the KGB!

Summary: Charkov convincing Vasili to retire after giving his full service in the KGB. What made the General do so? And would Vasili agree to it?

Note: This is where I change some of the canon story for my Bell! General Charkov being a father figure for Vasili and Dimitri.

Warnings: None

Word count: 1,293 words.

“Amidst the complexities that are rising in between the relationship with the East and the West, we solemnly take your contribution as a huge factor to handle the situation quite well, Major Vasili.” The General of the KGB, Anton Charkov talks as Vasili carefully listens to his superior who called in for an important discussion. Charkov pours a cup of tea inside Vasili’s cup and for himself.

“Take a sip.” Charkov offered Vasili to partake of the beverage, as he needed the conversation to be as neutral and calm as possible, even knowing it was a hard decision for the General who was holding a heavy heart within himself to tell the news. Vasili grabbed the cup handle and took a sip of the tea, before placing it back on the General’s desk.

“But as we’re worried about the safety and security of the organisation, along with your own being... you’ve already made a lot of enemies, Vasili.” Charkov furrowed his eyebrows, placing the brim of the cup on his lips as he sipped the tea inside, before pulling back and kept it on the desk, crossing his hands. “And it’s not because we don’t trust you, but we’re only trying to keep the secrets within ourselves. You know a lot more than they do. You’re their prime target.”

“You mean the CIA could be behind me anytime? Regardless they’re the ones desperate to catch me and miserably failed.. somehow?” Vasili raised an eyebrow.

“Possibly. You can’t always trust your wits, Vasili. This isn’t a game, but a matter of serious consideration. Your life's on the line, and it’s standing on a tightrope. You’d never know if the pressure would soon be unbearable, that would likely make not only you, but the whole KGB at risk. Even if you die or get captive, it’s the same consequence.”

“So... what do you want me to do?” Vasili questioned.

Charkov held a heavy heart while trying to reveal his response to the Major. He sighed, and shook his head, and faced the officer again, feeling prepared. “You should retire.”

Vasili was astonished by that order, and it made his eyes widen. He forgot about everything at that very moment, from hearing Charkov’s response. It felt like a part of him was about to shatter. The very duty that kept him sane and dedicated, only for him to be told that he should finally let go of it. “But... General I – “

“I know, Sokolov. This is a very, very hard decision that I took upon myself. But I also had to hold a cabinet meeting for it. They advised you to retire but go undercover with a new identity and appearance. Conceal yourself as much as you can... the Western powers would do everything, and anything to get to you. And I’m not saying this as a KGB General... but as a concerned father.” Charkov tried to assure Vasili that whatever he was doing was for the sake of the whole nation’s safety and security. He didn’t want to lose it... but he wouldn’t want to see his country fall as well, only because he disagreed with what Charkov told him to do so.

With a bitter understanding, Vasili gave the nod, not wanting to condemn Charkov’s order. “Sir, yes sir.”

“Otlichno. I’m proud of you, Vasya.” Charkov lit up a smile, but Vasili had his face drowned in deep emotions. He had so much to succeed in, but turns out, this was the end. It felt like his glory days were over, but for the better, he agreed to leave the KGB on the General’s order.

“Don’t worry about what happens next here after your departure. Major Dimitri Belikov would take your place from now on. I trust him as much as I do with you, too. You both made me really proud, and I wish you luck.” Charkov extended his hand towards Vasili for a handshake.

Vasili gave a slight smile and joined the handshake the General offered to him. As Vasili got up from his chair and started to leave the office and walked through the hallway, he saw Dimitri, who too was also approaching the General’s office. The man stopped in surprise, who concealed his pain by leaving the duty to greet his beloved friend. “Dima?”

“Vasya!” Dimitri gave him a grin. “What happened? Did you do something mischievous again, that made Anton Charkov give you a huge, philosophical lecture? Like the last time?” He laughed it out, but Vasili gave a sly smile, knowing the truth.

“Ah, no Dima I... I think this is my last meeting with you.” Vasili spoke in a demotivated tone. Dimitri’s smile vanished when he said that, but he tried to brush it off thinking he may be joking with him.

“Oh, zamolchi! You’re playing with me. Aren’t you?” Dimitri laughed it out, but Vasili shook his head back.

“I’m being honest.” There was a moment of silence for a second, in between each other. Dimitri was still confused, and Vasili was the one to break it again. “I’m retiring.”

“What?!” Dimitri said in shock. “Are you serious, how could you retire – “

“I understand you feel the same as me, Dimitri. But... this is only for the sake of the nation’s safety and security.” Vasili replied. “Charkov and I have talked about it, and he wants you to take my place instead.”

Dimitri was internally disagreeing with him, as he didn’t want to believe it at first. But hearing Vasili’s words, he felt conflicted. “But... I could never be like you.”

“You’re misunderstood. Charkov trusts you like he trusts me. You’ve been assigned with a responsibility, Dima... and you must do it. For me.” Vasili grabbed onto his shoulders, assuring him. “I won’t be there, but I’d never forget what you did for me.”

Dimitri tried not to break in tears, seeing that his friend was now bidding a farewell from his post. Vasili gave him a hopeful smile and hugged him. Dimitri too hugged him back tighter, not wanting to let Vasili go this quick.

“It’ll be okay, Vasili...” Dimitri sniffs as he tries to control himself at this moment. “If you ever need something, get to me first. And it should be me only.”

Vasili pats his back and chuckles. “Of course, moy brat. Your number would be dialled first.”

“And if you feel you’re in danger... and I had to take my life for it, I will.”

“Shut up, Dima. You’re not dying, and when I’m still here, nothing would ever happen to you. Never.” Vasili looks at Dimitri and sets his cap and uniform. “That would be betrayal. That I kept a promise and you still decided to give your life for me.”

“But at least it’s better than a betrayal of trust.” Dimitri mentions something that did hold weight to Vasili’s thoughts. But he was curious about something else so he asked ahead before he could leave.

“Besides, did General Charkov call you in too?” Vasili asked, as Dimitri wipes off his tears as he responds. “Did you do something mischievous, instead?”

“No uhm, I wanted to have a conversation with him... maybe I’d talk about your leave and the new steps that I might have to follow while being in your shoes.”

“Oh, that’s currently necessary. You may take your leave, Major.” He saluted Belikov before departing, and so did Dimitri in return. As they both started to walk in the directions they were supposed to, Vasili slightly turned around to check on Belikov, and saw him fumbling with something in his hand before shoving it into his pocket and leaving a trace. Though Vasili didn’t really pay attention to it, and the scene ends to black when he exits.

Translations: Otlichno — amazing, Zamolchi — shut up/shut your mouth, Moy brat — my brother

Tagging: @deeptrashwitch @islandtarochips @alypink (or if you want to be included, send me a DM!)

[imagoddamnonionmason]

Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Call of Duty (Video Games) Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Bell/Frank Woods, Frank Woods/Original Female Character(s) Characters: Alex Mason (Call of Duty), Frank Woods (Call of Duty), Russell Adler, Jason Hudson, Grigori "Greg" Weaver, Helen Park, Wolf (COD), Bell (Call of Duty), More characters to be added - Character Additional Tags: Pirate AU, Alternate Universe, I had to write frank woods being a menace on the sea ok, with mason as his co-menace, these two idiots are my life I s2g, what would i do without them, I must make you all aware that there is violence in this, its inspired by the pirates of the Caribbean in some ways, so you might notice some references to the films in there, but mainly gonna try and follow a decent chronological narrative- HAHAH WHO AM I KIDIDNG, idk wtf im doing with the plot tbh im just writing what comes to mind, this fic is lit just based off one scenario I thought about a while back, anyway, enjoy Summary:

Bell OC/Frank Woods Pirate AU

I don't really know what else to summarise here other than it's pirates, booty, and booty *wink wink*

Oh- maybe that eventually there could be smut but I'm not versed in writing that kind of thing so it might be scarce.

Otherwise! Please enjoy!!

[isawas-here]

I kinda wanna write a cod fanfic but who should I do??

[simp4konig]

Hii! So I’m new in the Call of Duty fandom but I don’t play the games like on the ps5, etc… I only play Call of Duty on my phone and I got addicted and began digging deeper so here I am! Since I don’t/can’t play the different games of cod do you recommend any channels on youtube that does an amazing walkthrough of the games? I really really want to watch some walkthroughs but I don’t know whats the order of watching each game?? Does each game connect to each other? I’m still kind of confused since I’m still new😅😅. I’m sorry to disturb you though but I hope you can help me😭

To summarise before I go on a useless tangent and ramble needlessly, here are short answers for your questions:

Yes, the games are related. Modern Warfare 1+2+3 are chronological, and are the same story with the same characters. Similarly, it is widely believed that the Black Ops series + Cold War take place in the same timeline as Modern Warfare. I know for certain that Cold War is connected to MWI+II+III because Captain Price is a playable character in multiplayer, and the Black Ops series mention the same villains.

There is no particular chronological order in terms of a greater narrative, however, if you want to understand the story of Modern Warfare, watch walkthroughs of MWI, MWII, and finally MWIII. Black Ops has its own series so if you want to watch those too, you can, however you won't be missing major plot points in Modern Warfare if you choose not to. Cold War is in the same timeline as Modern Warfare, but you won't be missing major plot points in Modern Warfare either if you choose not to.

My advice: Watch game walkthroughs (I would recommend at least once, even in 2x speed, just so you know the general gist of the lore).

Watch COD compilations (trust me, there's LOADS) that are 10–20 mins long, and feature the most iconic scenes in the game back-to-back so you aren't missing anything

Dont resd this if you dont want to!!!vvv it's long and its just me sympathising with you becsude im in the same situation 💀💀... Vvvvvvv

... LMAO IM THE WORWT PERWON TO ASK BECUASE I CANT PLAY THE GAMES EITHER DJDJDJDJDJSJSJSJSJJSJS 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

Played MW and MWII, theold versions only💔And i DONT hsve a PS5 EITHER so i csnt play the remasyers/reimagines, neithet can my parents justify buying the games just to hage a 100gb game on our PS4😫😫 were in this together anon,... 😓

I mostly have been going on youtube and tyoing out "MW 2019 walkthrough" and "MW2 2022 walkthrough" to see wheyher the plot has chsnged so i can keep up to daye and understand whay the fandom is on about !! Since ive plaued the older remasters , i watch these in like 1.75 speed or even just skip parts bc i already kniw what's gonna haooen mostly 😙✌️ but any scenes that im like "WOAH wtf is this i dint rmeebrt this happening🤨" I watch them 10–20min compilations of certain charwcyer moments 😌 Because i honestlu do NOT hsve the time to watch a whole ass 9–12h video in multiple sittings, i have homework and studyijg to be doing‼️‼️

And fir my headcannond/fanfictions , "[insert character here] voicelines" so i can understand the characyer thru their voicelines (like König and Krueger), as well as seeing their skins and backstories on theit respevtive wikis, googling their respectivr countries, ajd builfing my vision of these by also reading OTHER people's headcannons/fanfictions !! If you were to resd my oldest works, youd see thay my König was the fanon König, but as ivr gotten more used to writing him and changing my perception of his character+personality, you can tell how how i write for him has slowly developed 🙌

i feel like a hypocritetelling u to watch MWIII tho because neitjer have i plaued it NOR watched a walkthru bc my fav characters DIE and i dont wanna put myself thru that just yet😇 obviously, with MWIII remaster here, i think ill hage to soon ....

Im honoufed u chode yo ask ME of sll people !!☺️❤️❤️❤️... So im sorfy i couldnt be more useful ☹️💔💔💔

[unreliablesnake]

The CoD fandom can be wild. These games are filled with morally questionable characters, some of which have definitely committed war crimes, but if anyone actually includes a darker side to these fictional men in their writing then some fans get filled with rage. Some of these CoD stans need to realize that these characters are not "uWu soft bois 🥺👉👈" all the time.

It reminds of when Black Ops Cold War came out and writers could not post a Adler/Bell fic without someone messaging them or making a post saying how wrong it is to ship those two characters and that it's romanticizing an abusive relationship. It's fiction ya'll, it's not that serious, just ignore the fanfiction you don't like.

I totally agree. Damn, I loved Bell/Adler fics so much, especially if they (or at least Adler) were aware of how fucked up it is.

[vertex-stan]

Prime war fan fic?

Please expand on this tag

Ok so, for those who don't know, the Prime War is a post-OblivAeon conflict where these teams of heroes and villains were brought together by entities called Prime Aspects to hop across alternate universes, each in support of an ideal espoused by their prime aspect sponsor.

And the basis of my fanfiction is telling stories from this largely unexplored era, with them hoping between disparate realities, recruiting new teammates and fighting each other.

Some highlights of this fanfiction:

-As mentioned in the aforementioned tag, Windwalker has been let go from the Bloodsworn (The team fighting for glory), and has been replaced with what I call the Fuse Operative. Fuse Operative basically has Zhu Long bound into a magical tattoo that lets her use his powers, but every time she does, the tattoo grows shorter, and if it ever dissapears completely, she'll die. But she can extend the tattoo by defeating powerful opponents.

-A major PoV character is a Unity variant who ends up studying both magic and robotics

-There is an alternate universe where the Freedom Five and Vengeance Five go to highschool together, while the normally teen and younger heroes are now the experts and long time heroes. Wraith and Ermine are step sisters

-Black Ice of the Wardens(team of Preservation) is a lovely, friendly, funny guy, who beneath it all is a completely remorseless killer

-The Vanguard(team of Conquest) work very hard to recover Iron Legacy

-Prism and Apostate fuck

-Despite the Mavericks(team of Progress) having a Laser powered Spec Ops soldier, a giant plant monster, magitech using Unity, and the version of Wraith that killed the chairman in cold blood, Parse is the scary one

-Possible arbitrary crossovers with other franchises

-Alternate Expatriette who uses Harpy's mask.

-Other things?

[perriedoestheirbest]

Pin post cause I wanna set ground rules before I do anything on here

Updated: 8/18/2024 :3

Make sure to read the DNI part, that part’s important

I will give you a gold star if you manage to get through this

You ready? Mkay.

🎀🎀🎀🎀🎀

- Main info

Hi! I’m perry, it’s short for Peregrine :3

I’m a minor

I change a buncha stuff nothing is final

I follow and like interact with likes from my main but I ALWAYS reblog before any of that.

I don’t rlly like the idea of ppl finding my main but those who dig enough, it’s not hard to find.

I support Palestine so already off the bat if you don’t like it, you can leave. I try to keep this a positive space but stuff like supporting Palestine are important no matter the situation. I previously said I’d make a mini post for links on how to support the cause but this is an agere account, and I felt like that’d be too uptight. Still, Free Palestine. No matter the blog. :>

I study psychology and some history for fun.

I really enjoy theories, analyzing things, and headcanons

I usually enjoy horror but in this blog, this is my safe spot where I can take a breather from that stuff cause it’s nice to take a break every once in a while :]

Please be patient with me :>

I find a lot of comfort in nostalgia so I’ll either reblog stim boards or stuff from early 2010’s. Rarely anything else but I’ll indulge in art and fanfiction too if it’s safe for work.

I’m still pretty clueless about the tagging system and will mess up so telling me about it helps loads

I’m trans, transmasc, and genderfluid, I go by he/him or they/them, and I’m also on the a-spec!^^

This blog was originally made for Agere, but because I’m unfamiliar with Agere accounts on tumblr especially it’s gonna take me a hot minute to really post anything, and I most likely won’t.

I do dream regression (idk if that’s the correct term, I’m still new to this). I try to actually regress but it’s hard, so I don’t have much of a small age. I’m still a minor, but my big age IS 10+

I’m interested in the indie film industry, and I enjoy art :3

🌙🌙🌙🌙🌙

- Extra info

My favorite color is pink! :]

I believe cringe culture is dead

I enjoy lemon demon and jack stauber and I make references of them a LOT.

I enjoy over analyzing everything so I’ll mostly reblog headcanons

This blog is completely sfw.

I like to ramble a lot, and tend to do so in tags

I enjoy mixed media of all kinds :>

I’m multifandom

I’m a multishipper, but I don’t usually ship in the fandoms I’m in due to creepy ships I come across so the ships I do enjoy are either very popular or never once heard of

I’m pretty inactive, and this is because I struggle with pretty bad social anxiety that tends to stop me from interacting with any sign of human life, but because I’m trying to cope, I’ll do my best

I’m a radical inclusionist so this is pretty much a safe space if you want it to be one

I’m an older brother

I’m also really weird

I might attempt to draw but I won’t draw often.

Cringe culture is pretty much dead and whoever is keeping cringe culture alive are clearly people who don’t belong on this blog or my main blog either

DMs are ALWAYS ALWAYS ALWAYS closed, again, I’m a minor and I’m uncomfortable interacting with strangers especially on the internet, if I DM you it’s either on accident or because I know you irl

I don’t talk much while I’m in this partial headspace so I don’t talk much. There won’t be much tags, and a very bad tagging system, or lack there of, I should say.

💫💫💫💫💫

- Hyperfixations

CoD (MW2 and Cold War Black ops) (somehow, 18+ content CoD fans DNI!!!!)

Spiderverse Itsv & atsv

Death Note (the anime)

Attack on Titan (also the anime)

Sally face

Minecraft

Undertale

Underverse

Sans AUs

FNaF (the games and the movie)

DHMIS

Mr. Plant (by Ashur Gharavi)

Bugsnax

Fran bow

TF2/Team Fortress 2

Little misfortune

MCSM

Psychology

The paranormal

Analysis of any sort

Video essays

ARGs

Art

💤💤💤💤💤

⚠️‼️DNI‼️⚠️

Zi0n1sts

Z00philes

P3dophiles

R@cists

N@zis/neo N@zis (lmk if I need to update this part cause it’s been awhile since I last did research on this)

NSFW

LGBTphobes

MAP (not the art collab but the other thing)

Anti-antis

Proshippers/comshippers

Shotacons (of any variant, I’m just using this one as an example cause this is the one I remember)

Furry haters/Anti-furrys

Anti-therians/therian haters

AB/DL

DD/LG (of any variant.)

K1nk blogs

Transmed

Radical exclusionists

Anti-age/pet regression

Able1sts

Anti-xenogenders/neopronouns/xenopronouns(<- do we still use this term or was this never a thing?)

Man, that was a long list. Hope that didn’t overwhelm you.

I know there’s a lot but I can’t fully relax without knowing there’s some wall rigidly keeping me from being face to face with actual creeps and strangers I don’t know, so this is my version of a safe space and stability.

💥💥💥💥💥

The end.

I’ll update the main info or extra info if I need too, but this is mostly it for now.

Did you read it? Did you read all of it?

If so, here is a gold star.

⭐️

like I promised :3

[blerbdrops]

main intro post

hi, i’m bowie and welcome to my writing blog. here i am going to write lots of things! reader inserts, fanfiction, stuff about my ocs, and whatever else i feel like. i am here to chill and have a good time so i hope you are too.

that being said i am disclosing my boundaries with you all; things i will write, things i won’t write, the fandoms i’ll write for, et cetera. i do take requests every so often, but i will also be writing for me.

TOPICS + THEMES YOU MIGHT SEE ME WRITE: 

angst

fluff

smut

hurt/comfort

violence

NSFW/18+ content

au’s

slice of life

oc/canon ships

oc/oc ships

FANDOMS + CANON CHARACTERS I CAN WRITE FOR: 

mass effect: andromeda - ryder + crew, reyes vidal (other characters available on req)

the last of us (show only at the moment) - joel miller, tommy miller

jojo’s bizarre adventure - there are so many characters. don’t ask me to write smut of any characters that are minors. 

call of duty black ops: cold war - adler, lazar, park, sims, bell, mason, woods

rwby -  again, there are so many characters. don’t ask me to write smut of any characters that are minors.

stranger things - billy, steve, eddie, robin, nancy, jonathan, joyce, hopper

DO NOT INTERACT WITH ME + TOPICS I WILL NOT WRITE:

incest

pedophilia

rape + noncon

necrophilia

cheating / love triangles

minor/adult ships

real life people + celebrities

don’t ask me to write none of that. i will block you and go about my merry day.

to see what i’ve written so far, click here.

[senfena]

Cold War: Remedy, Chapter 14

A/N: Uuuhh sorry for being gone so long. I'll try not to let it happen again. In other news, here's the chapter where I found out I'm not that great at writing combat ;w;

February 19, 1981

05:00 A.M.

Every sensation in your body kick-started as you jolted awake, screaming, shooting your torso forward to sit upright as you flailed your arms. Looking around, you found yourself in a small, sterile room, with a red door to your left, dressed in a medical gown. How the hell did you get here? And where was here? Okay, okay, panicking was going to do you no good. Your breathing slowed as you tried to calm yourself down, simply take everything in. Turning your view down your left arm, a needle was stuck inside it that led to an IV bag. You went to go pull it out when suddenly, the door swung open, and in rushed a blonde man, middle aged, with sunglasses and a brown leather jacket.

You instinctively pulled back in fear. "Wh…who are y-" "It's okay, Bell, it's just me. It's Adler." He interrupted as he slowly moved towards you with his hands up. Adler? Oh, of course. Adler, your old friend. You've known each other for years. Fought together. Bled together. Been through the hell of Vietnam together. "Adler?" You frettingly looked to him, staring into his deep blue eyes. "Yeah, kid, it's me. I'm here." He placed his hand on top of yours. You instantly felt soothed by his presence. 

"Wh..what happened? Where are we?" You questioned, never breaking eye contact. "You're in a hospital, Bell. That fall took you out of commission for a while, but you're alright now. If you can't remember much right now, that's okay, it'll all come back." You slowly nodded along. This was a lot to take in, but just knowing Adler was there for you kept you calm. "And you're back just in time too." He continued. "You remember Perseus? That soviet operative we were hunting in Da Nang? He's active again, and he's planning something big. He's gonna do a lot of damage, hurt a lot of innocent people, if we don't stop him." Perseus, that's right. The CIA's analysts consider him to be the single largest threat to the free world. That scared you a little. Were you really capable enough to stop him?

You hoped you weren't showing your fear on your face, but Adler must've picked up on it. Somehow your eye contact got even more intense as he leaned in ever so slightly closer to you. "We have a job to do." As he said that, every ounce of stress, fear, and anxiety was simply washed away, replaced only by a powerful sense of purpose. You and Adler, the ultimate team, ready to do your job to save the world better than anybody else ever could. "Let's do it." You beamed up at him as you slid your feet off of the bed, standing up with a slight stumble. That fall must've really hurt, it was still a bit painful to walk. "Here, lean on me." Adler offered as he swung your right arm over his shoulders. You both trudged out of the room, with a wide grin on your face, ready for anything.

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June 8, 1984

11:31 A.M.

"I don't get it. What the hell did they want at Yamantau, and why blow it up afterwards?" You quizzed Park, not shifting your eyes away from the satellite photos of the destroyed base pinned to the board. "We're not entirely sure what they wanted there, but the theory is that they intended to make it look like we destroyed it, prompting blame from the Soviet government." That got you to turn your head. "Did it work?" "As far as we can tell, no. If they never said anything about what happened in '81, or '68 for that matter, it's not likely they will this time." You smirked, glad that something was going your way after nearly two months of nothing.

"At least one of them has the decency to show us his face this time around." You muttered, inching closer to the board, eyes focused on a security camera picture of a caucasian man in heavy armor, with brown eyes and a full beard. "Do we have an identity?" You called back to Park. "Roman Gray, otherwise known as Knight." She began to debrief you. "Born in Ireland in '37, enlisted in the Irish army at 18, but in '63 he was dishonorably discharged. He was recruited by MI6 in '65, and four years ago, they also dismissed him. In both cases, due to rash, violent, and impulsive behavior." You paced in a circle as you took it all in. "Hm…and now it sounds like he's on some 'mighty revenge crusade.'"

As you mocked him, your view shifted to another photograph. A girl with a bodysuit and a half face mask, blonde hair shaved at the sides with the rest of it pulled back and tied into a braid. Something about her entranced you, as you inched up to fill your view with her photo, raking your eye over every detail, again and again. "What about her?" You quizzed Park. "Freya Helvig, known as Wraith. Born in Norway in 1952. In '78 she joined the NIS, only to leave them in '81 for Perseus." She disclosed, then paused for a moment. 

"What is it?" She took note of your intense interest, coming up to stand next to you. Good question, what was it about her? "I dunno…I guess...I guess she's kinda cute." You turned back to Park. Her only response was a cocked eyebrow, paired with a wild smirk. "I-I mean in a 'supervillain who wants to destroy the world' kind of way." Her grin only grew as you sputtered out your cheap justifications, sitting back down.

Shaking it off, you turned around to sit at the table, across from Park. "Something else that's confusing me." You uttered. "Verdansk is right at the base of the mountain, why put a giant red flag over your position like that? I mean, we know that Adler's there, but they don't know we know that." Park gazed off, losing herself to thought. "At least, I don't think they do." You tacked on quietly. It was quiet for a few moments longer. "Acceptable risk on their part?" She finally offered. If that was the case, that didn't imply good things for Adler or the rest of you.

"I just wish we had something concrete." You bemoaned as you puffed out an exaggerated exhale. "Ask and you shall receive!" Sims called over to both of you, striding into the main room alongside Hudson and Woods. "We got him." Woods announced triumphantly, grinning at you as they began taking files and documents from a case book, pinning them to the board. They found him? For real this time? All of your senses went to full alert as you stood back up.

As they finished organizing the board, Sims and Woods backed away from it as Hudson turned to face all of you. “As Woods said, we believe we have confirmation on Adler’s location.” Hudson started. “Stitch is holding him in the hospital in Verdansk. That's the good news. Trouble is, we don’t know where in the building exactly.” “I’m c-” Yes, Bell, I’m permitting you to go.” He shot down your interruption. “Not that I could stop you if I tried.” He muttered, prompting a smirky huff from you. 

“Park, Sims, you’re the chopper team, Woods and Bell are the ground team. Our plan is to fly the ground team over the building, fast rope in and infiltrate from the roof, sweep and clear the building until you find him. Chopper team holds position circling the building until the ground team gives the signal for pick up. From there you’ll be touching down at the West Berlin safehouse. We don’t know what condition he’ll be in, and in the worst case scenario bringing him there is better. Any questions?”

“When do we leave?” You immediately spat out. “Six hours. Anything else?” Silence. Hudson nodded. “Pack your bags. Bring our boy home.” You all split off to go get prepared. 

As you darted off to your room, your mind was filled with a single thought, looping again and again: "I will save you this time."

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June 10, 1984

9:57 P.M.

Having to endure the monotony of the helicopter ride was driving you up the walls. The only noise besides the drone of the engine and the blades slicing the air were the sounds of your M60 as you excessively checked it again and again. Click-thump as you slid the bolt back and forth, fwip as you flicked up the cover, running your finger over all the exposed bullets in the belt, clack as you knocked the cover back down. Click-thump, fwip, clack. Click-thump, fwip, clack. Click-thump, fwip,-"That trigger finger of yours a little itchy, Bell?" Sims quipped, pushing the microphone of his headset closer to his mouth. Clack. "Something like that." You muttered in response. Even with a microphone, you'd be surprised if he heard you. 

"Get ready to use it then!" Woods blurted. "We're approaching the hospital!" The chopper slowly drifted to a halt over the roof as Woods yanked open the sliding door. "Standby for greenlight." The pilot instructed, and a moment later the cabin interior light turned green. "Down the rope!" Woods shouted out, grabbing hold and sliding out of view. You weren't a beat behind him, sliding down as quickly as the laws of physics would allow you. The weight of your gun certainly didn't help your ankles in the landing, as you touched down with an audible wince. It didn't matter though. You were down, and Adler was here somewhere. 

"Bell, on me. We search room for room, floor by floor, until we find him." Woods commanded as you both hustled over to a locked door that led to the third floor. Kicking it in, you found only a few storage and maintenance items scattered about, and a stairway down to the lower levels, where they kept the patients. You both scampered down in a hurry, punting open the door to the third floor and being met with gunfire not a second later, pulling back before it could touch either of you. "Flash!" You called out, swiftly tossing in a stun grenade and waiting until BANG. The chamber momentarily became infinitely brighter, and as you popped out of cover and started cutting down hostiles, a distant ringing permeated your hearing.

Once all the hostiles had been put down and the ringing had stopped, you and Woods checked all the rooms on the floor. Nothing. And not just no Adler, there was nobody else at all. Sure, Perseus had some reach, but how'd they manage to take over an entire hospital for a city this size? Before you got too far lost in that thought train, you refocused. Adler.

You both made your way back to the staircase and down to the second floor. This time you threw in the flash as you kicked in the door. Good planning on your part, as there were about twice as many shooters on this floor. Still not a problem for you, Woods, and a hundred belt-fed full metal jacket rounds. Searching the floor, there was still no sign of Adler. He had to be on the first floor. Had to be. 

Rushing down the staircase to the ground floor, your heart rate began to rise, more from fear than anything else. Breaking down the last stairwell door, strangely there were less gunmen compared to the second floor. They must've been banking on you never getting this far down. Between putting down hostiles, you were frantically searching every room you came across, every corner of the building. Eventually the only section left was the operating rooms in the emergency center. It was down to the last enemy, he was wounded, out of ammo, and out of places to go. Woods grabbed him by the collar, snatching his rifle and tossing it aside. One sidearm bullet to the temple later, there was no one standing in your way. 

You both strided into one of the operating rooms in the next chamber. Quickly scanning the room for any more enemies, you found none, but there was one person laying on the operating table. You halted for a second. You almost didn't want to believe it. But stepping closer and looking more carefully at his face, relief flooded over you more strongly by the second. You couldn't help the gigantic smile that you broke into.

"Adler, wake up! We're here for you!" Woods called out to him, trying to shake him out of his exhaustion. "Gah…Woods…?" Adler hazily muttered. "That's right. Come on, up you come." Woods tossed Adler's right arm over his shoulder and brought him to his feet. Filled with adrenaline, you took the lead to escort you all back the way you came. "We gotta get back up. Who knows how much longer we have before they send in reinforcements." You spoke to Woods without looking back at him, but you immediately turned your head back once you heard Adler cry out in pain, seeing him collapse to the floor and taking Woods down with him.

You rushed over and put Adler's left arm over you, simultaneously lifting him back up, continuing to trudge along together. "W-wh…Bell?" It was the first time you'd ever heard him confused. "Yeah, you asshole, it's me. I'm here."

Moving as fast as you could to the helipad, Park and Sims rushed out to help lighten the load. Sims looked ecstatic, though you couldn't say the same for Park. If anything, she looked more relieved upon seeing that you were safe. As you all lifted him into the helicopter, the irony wasn't lost on you that now he was the one being heaved into a chopper for emergency medical attention. You pulled the door shut as you took off, just thankful that your days of searching were over. But now came the big question: What next?

[jesuiscalmedammit]

Mistakes Were Made – (1) Lovesick || [Russell Adler x reader/fem!Bell]

“Hey, Bell, what’s wrong?”

When he saw you sitting on the kitchen floor with your head between your knees, Russell began to worry. Was it a side effect of the procedure? Did it mean it wasn’t working properly? And what was more important, was your life in danger? As he knelt down next to you, he put his hand on your back and waited to finally hear what was happening to you.

It took you another minute to realize he was there, but when you did, you looked at him with tears in your eyes. “My head is killing me. And it’s not the first time. But–but I’m kind of scared of going to the hospital because what if it’s the symptom of something serious?”

“I’m sure everything’s fine and there’s a good explanation,” he tried to calm you down, although he was now certain it was a side effect of what they had done to you. The best he could do now was getting you some painkillers so he went to the bathroom to get them along with a glass of water. “Here, take these,” Russell said as he gave them to you.

At first you hesitated, but then you flashed a thankful smile at him. He began to wonder if this could get any worse once you were under a lot of pressure during the mission. That would cause quite a lot of trouble for the team and he didn’t want you to suffer either. Deep down he knew caring so much about you was a mistake, after all you were just a tool to find Perseus. Yes, that’s what you were: a disposable tool.

Yet…

Yet he could barely get you out of his mind. Making sure your fake memories felt as real as possible, he needed to earn your trust. He needed you to believe you were old friends so he spent a lot of time in your company. And this eventually resulted in him taking a liking to you. Which meant you were now one of the first things he thought of in the morning and the last one before he went to sleep at night.

“I think it’s my turn to ask,” you suddenly spoke up, snapping him out of his thoughts. “What’s wrong, Russ?”

What the hell was he supposed to say to this? That he was slowly but surely falling in love with you even though he knew perfectly well at the end of this mission you would have to die? What’s worse, if it came down to it, it would be him who would have to pull the trigger. Not Sims. Not Park. Not Lazar. Not even Mason or Woods. Him. He simply couldn’t let himself love someone he would have to kill eventually. Letting out a sigh, he did the only thing he could do in this situation: lie and pretend everything was perfectly fine.

“It’s nothing, you just scared me for a moment,” Russell said in the end.

Heavy silence followed his words but it was clear as day you were thinking about something. Should he ask you about it? Well, no, probably shouldn’t. If it was something you wanted him to know, you would surely tell him. But then you suddenly decided to stand up, although you were still too weak to do it without help. As he wrapped an arm around your waist to support you, he gave you a questioning look.

Once you cleared your throat, you said, “I think I should go home and get some sleep.”

“Nonsense, stay here and you can have my bed. I’ll sleep on the couch.” But it would be nice to sleep next to you, he thought. Shaking his head to get rid of this thought, he began to lead you to the bedroom. “The last thing I need is you fainting on the way home,” he quietly noted.

“You don’t have to sleep on the couch, though,” you said as you sat on his bed then crawled under the blanket. “We’re adults. And I’m sure you would make a comfy pillow.”

Sharing a bed with her? When she was planning to use him as a pillow? No, that wasn’t a good idea. He wasn’t sure he could survive the night without pulling you close and kissing you at least once. But he had to keep in mind what you were: a tool to catch Perseus. Yes, that was all. He didn’t have the luxury of thinking about you in any other way. No matter how adorably you looked as you made yourself comfortable in his bed.

Clearing his throat, he said, “I still have to make a few calls and I don’t want to wake you up so I’ll stick to the couch. Goodnight, Bell.”

note: Why the hell can’t I write fluff? Why does it always have to be angst? Anyway, this series is based on this post. I think there will be a time jump after this and Bell will hook up with Alex. 1) They both know what being brainwashed is like. 2) At least Russell will realize he shouldn’t let Bell go.

[onlycodcanjudgeme]

Fic Exchange Friday

Over the past week, you’ve sent us your highlights of fics to show off, and looked forward to reading and reviewing new fics buried deep in the pile of the Cal of Duty fanfic archives. And we have made it our mission to collect and compile them all for your convenience. Now—the moment you have all been waiting for!

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The Big Fic Exchange Friday!

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Thank you to everyone who participated in this experimental event! We hope you'll find some new fics to fall in love with, and we’d love to hear if you’re interested in seeing this event again in the future!

Without further ado: please enjoy our masterlist of fanfics galore!

@alidravana

Wednesday Pick Me Up — When the Green Team takes over running the coffee canteen at the Santa Monica base, a particular blonde barista catches Keegan’s eye…and maybe his heart. We Break So Beautiful — An exploration of the importance of touch in Mitchell's and Gideon's continuously evolving relationship. Partners in Crime — AKA 3+1 times Logan was completely oblivious, and the one time even he couldn’t miss the signs in front of him. Waiting on that Morning Sun — While Keegan lays wide awake at night, Logan wrapped around him like a cuddly octopus, he reflects on the changes in his life since Logan Walker appeared in it. The Sky Burns Red — Against all odds, Roach and Ghost make it out of the pit.

@mikk1n

The Plagued Capital — After his death in Prague, Soap MacTavish wakes up in a city both alien and familiar. He stumbles across a pub and a conspiracy. Watered Elixir — Plague breaks out on a ship bound for Karnaca. As luck would have it, Makarov falls ill.

@samatedeansbroccoli

Scale of Fear — Verdansk saw a dragon, but Woods only saw a man in pain. Dragon!Adler x Woods. Shabbat Meal — Having taken up a job as a Death Row cook, Lazar talks to Sims about the past. Tili Tili Bom — After Solovetsky, Belikov ensures Bell gets the best care away from prying CIA eyes. Belikov/Bell if you squint. Together — When the odds are stacked against him, Édouard Conteau finds an unlikely ally to help him out. Ghost/Templar if you squint.

@samithemunchkin

I had a thousand bad times, so what’s another time to me? — Mitchell knew, deep down, that in his situation none of that mattered. He was about as unfit for duty as a toddler. Or, the beginning of fics following Mitchell and Gideon's life after the fall of Atlas

@satan-incarnate-666

Fall Into the Sky — A set of angsty Modern Warfare Two oneshots!! i can't believe how far we have come — A feel-good 141-shot (get it? im hilarious really) with lots of found family fun!! I'm Almost Me Again, She's Almost You — Mason/Woods post-Black Ops One angst ft. baby David and Mrs. Mason!! Hold On, My Dear, I'm Coming Home — Post-canon hurt/comfort for the Modern Warfare 2019 ensemble!! Heaven And Hell Were Words To Me — MW2 But They're A Bunch Of Immortals au!! Features Ghost/Roach/Soap; Currently on hiatus but I'm writing for it again!!

@tokillamockingbird427

Placeholder — A "What if..?" scenario set in the COD: Ghosts universe where Rorke, the antagonist of the cannon uni, and Elias, the protagonist's father, are swapped. Results in many interesting and tear jerking hijinks. (The "What if..?" being: "What if Elias was the one to fall instead of Rorke?").

@weavergrigori

Operation Greenlight, Redlight — Takes place after the duga ending, in a timeline where things can somehow get far worse than just nukes in europe. It's heavily zombies focused but has a strong link to the bo1 and bocw campaign !

[yunatheintrovert]

boredom | Naga/Magpie

Monsoon season always brought slow business. The green peaks and hills of Laos would become shrouded in clouds and the roads muddy and treacherous. The rain was also a bitch to deal with. But Magpie’s dealt with worse.

Still, slow business meant less flights. And fewer flights meant more boredom.

And so here she was passing the time with her fellow pilot over a few bottles of lao lao.

“Partying was the best after sorties,” Magpie mused while taking a swig of her bottle. Her other hand flicked open her zippo lighter absent-mindedly, “Nothing better than drinking yourself stupid with a nice cold one.”

“Bia lao was the best,” Kam mused fondly. Magpie glanced over at him. He used to be a fighter pilot in the Royal Lao Air Force before the Pathet Lao took over. It made sense he could afford a few bottles of the expensive drink…

Magpie’s thoughts were cut off by the movement she saw out of the corner of her eye. She nearly smiled at the opportunity bestowed upon her.

“You know what’s even better?” she leaned forward with a smile. Kam looked at her with wary amusement. To be fair, nothing reasonably sane ever came from her smiling.

“What?” he asked with some reluctance. The veteran Laotian pilot really did know her too well.

“Flying,” Magpie answered simply before continuing, “Where else can you ride something between your legs and let it take you somewhere nice and high?”

She glanced out of the corner of her eye.

The timing was perfect.

“Do you have to put it like that?” Kam said dryly, an unimpressed look in his eyes. Magpie laughed amusedly. Her sense of humor was carefully cultivated through the delicate experiences of watching O-club strip dances and doing drunken carrier landings on tables.

Kam opened his mouth to say something before falling silent. His eyes focused on the door behind her. Magpie had to force back the smile.

Kam looked at her with a cautious look. Don’t, went unsaid.

She ignored the warning as always. If the Pathet Lao couldn’t shut her up, neither could he. Magpie continued, “I’m not wrong, though. Can you name something better than flying?”

I like living, he silently mouthed to her.

Well, too bad.

“We both know that,” Magpie grinned, leaning back in her chair before finally saying it.

“Hell, flying’s better than sex itself.”

Pausing at the lack of response, Magpie tilted her head and thought to the audience she hoped to entertain, “He’s right behind me, isn’t he?”

Kam looked at her nervously…or instead looked above her head.

Magpie leaned back in her chair with her head tilted back. She found a pair of familiar aviators staring back at her. It was funny how she saw her own amused reflection in those lenses.

“Had to say it, boss.”

She grinned, a bit of liquid courage from the lao lao bolstering her self-preservation instinct…as always.

An awkward cough from Kam signaled his departure. The pilot shot an exasperated look at her.

Good luck, it almost seemed to say.

Not that Magpie trusted that. If Karma was a righteous bitch, she’d always get the shit end of the stick.

She sighed, staring back up at Naga. Her boss brought this on himself. That remark just had to be made…

“Come on now,” she started, “Don’t you have a few white lines to chase? Hunt some poor souls in the jungle?”

Magpie couldn’t help the smile on her face as she continued, “Wasn’t that better than sex?”

Boredom brought by the monsoon season really did drive her to incredible lengths. And sometimes, it really was fun to just fuck with her boss.

His gloved hand brushed against her neck before firmly tilting her face up to look at him.

Always one for attention, she mused.

Magpie leaned back just a bit more, exposing her neck to him. Sometimes, some excitement was all well and good.

Fun was even better.

“Don’t you have a meeting?” she pointed out with no small amount of satisfaction in her eyes. Never before had Magpie been more thankful for her trusty pair of aviators.

“They can wait,” Naga said in a near hiss, leaning close to her face. His hand trailed close to the collar of her shirt. Magpie hummed in acceptance, not surprised at all by this turn of events. And to think the marks from last time were just fading away...

No tank tops for a while, she guessed.

“Well, guess I’m fucked now.”

In all senses of the word, went unsaid.

[whisperingexecutioner]

''Sweater Weather'' | A Stitch x Park Oneshot (BOCW)

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Summary:

After both being tasked with the examination of a hidden test site in Poland claimed to house a strange machine known as the “particle accelerator”, two unlikely companions cross paths.

Notes:   

Fandom: Black Ops Cold War, Call of Duty Setting: Die Maschine (location) Pairing: Vikhor “Stitch” Kuzmin x Helen Park Theme: Warsaw x NATO (valentine week) Prompt: Sheltering together / winter snowstorms Attire: ‘’Redacted’’ (Stitch), ‘’Coventry’’ (Park)

Inspiration: An eventful day in Poland between two operators from opposing sides. . .

Rating: T - Mostly sfw

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Morasko, Poland November 13, 1983 ''Die Maschine''

He wasn't sure exactly how long she had been here -this lone MI6 agent, but, she already looked half frozen. Her shoulder-length jet black hair hung close to her pale cheeks and she kept her long jacket firmly tucked around her huddled form. He sighed. This was supposed to be a simple, one-day one-man reconnaissance mission, any extra living persons on site had not been accounted for...                                                                                     

Cautiously, he approached the piece of downed plane -a large cylindrical section of the cabin- that she was currently taking refuge from the weather in, and eyed her sleeping form. 'Steady breathing, occasional flinch', good Vikhor thought to himself. At least she was still alive, and didn't appear to be suffering from frostbite or any other ill effects of the current winter environment.

'She must simply be cold then. Most likely exhausted and possibly hungry,' he thought. She was definitely MI6; that much he could tell. Upon further inspection, he noticed a light AR style rifle propped close to her side opposite him, and thought it wise to wake her before proceeding any closer. Clearing his throat, he spoke lowly as to not spook her.

''Hello, I am unsure of what you are doing here but-'' a sharp gasp cut him off. This woman as it would seem, was a heavy sleeper who didn't take kindly to being awoken so suddenly out of the blue -especially not by a complete stranger. ''My apologies,'' he began, ''and do try not to be alarmed. I am not here to hurt you. I was sent here and tasked with small...''examination'' assignment, that is all.'' His heavy Russian accent rolled off his tongue like honey, and his calm demeanor seemed to put her back at ease - even if only somewhat. To further convey the harmlessness in his words, Vikhor loosened his grip on his own rifle, a custom jet-black Krig 6, in his arms before simply lowering it by his side.

Such a weapon seemed to suit him well; it gave him an appearance not unlike a child holding their favorite toy. She admittedly felt less tense after the small gesture, though still well on her guard and wary in the presence of the stranger. The large man -a soldier by the looks of it- however, seemed to harbor no ill-will and made no attempt at anything shady but rather simply stayed crouched, casting a glance over the general vicinity.

Gradually her nerves were beginning to settle; heartbeat slowing to a normal pace after being startled. And despite his rough looks, Park could not deny how glad she was that she would no longer be alone here. After all, with all radio signals currently being down, Vikhor was the only human company she had for the time being... A soft sigh escaped her, before a brief shiver.

''I suppose you're here on official business then,'' she stated, still unsure of the fellow. He lowered his head, but kept his cerulean gaze fixed on her.

''I suppose you could say that is truth.'' there was a lighter tone to his voice this time around, and Helen was finding that blue eye to be all the more piercing. Chancing the fact that he might be here for the same reason as her, she penned a decidedly bold question.

''Projekt Endstation,'' clearing her throat, she began ''do you know anything about it?'' Vikhor took a moment to ponder his response well before replying.

''Da, there is small store of information  on it on file back in Moscow but, what we know to be absolute truth is still very limited. There are..many strange rumors. That is why I am here today. And what of you?''

''Much the same really; I'm working a small part in an ongoing private investigation of Endstation, and the alleged experiments that took place there. Here.'' she answered shivering, and slightly adjusted her coat. Under his mask, Vikhor frowned. He stood with a small heave and looked around, brows furrowed. This caused Helen to jar a tiny bit.

''Is something the matter?'' Her British accent cut through the frigid air like a hot knife through butter, and to say that he found it appealing would be a vast understatement. After studying the surroundings for a few moments, his eyes fell on what he was looking for. Something he could use.

''Stay put - I will return shortly'' he spoke with such a certainty, voice heavily overladen with that lovely accent of his, and stalked off to an unseen area around the plane compartment.

One minute. 

Then five minutes. 

Counting the seconds was overtaxing Helen's brain in the current conditions and she almost feared that her companion wasn't coming back. Around a full ten minutes later, she caught the sound of footsteps crunching against snow on the other end of the broken cabin segment. Sparing a glance, she noticed the large Russian firmly tying down a tattered, white sheet that sealed over the entire entrance - effectively blocking off all wind from that direction. Helen mentally applauded him for his efforts. Whereas this most certainly helped, it did nothing to stop the chill though. 

Looking over his shoulder, Vikhor caught a brief smile from Helen before shivers overtook her body as she tried -and failed- to warm herself, arms hugged at her sides. As he had already tried radioing his own group while retrieving the cloth and confirmed that radio signals were either down currently, or not getting through due to weather, leaving early didn't appear to be an option. The look in her eyes was...pitiful. She looked like a person that was wholly unused to the freezing temperatures that Poland had to offer.

Finishing up with the makeshift wall, he shuffled over to her, and placed the back of an ungloved hand on her forehead. 'Too cold,' he muttered to himself in his mind 'she is losing too much body heat, much too quickly'. Placing his rifle a few inches to his left, he sit down beside her, laying back against the curved wall. Without a second thought, Vikhor -much to her distress- wrapped both arms around her and pulled her close to his side.

''WAIT, just what are you-'' she began, very clearly alarmed, but he cut her off before she could finish.

''Shhh..there is no cause for concern. This will warm you quicker; just rest for now.'' his voice was calm and reassuring, as was the hand currently stroking over her clothed arm.

A meek ''Alright...'' was all Park could muster. A good few minutes later and the pleasant warmth of Vikhor's body heat was beginning to flood through her -thawing the ice in her veins. She was still shaking a little but not as badly. A few seconds more, and Helen was huddling closer; laying an arm over him and placing her head against his broad chest. It took her only a brief few moments to slip under.

Once Helen had fallen asleep, Vikhor glimpsed down at her curiously. It had been many a year since he had held someone in his arms, and until now, he'd all but forgotten how fond he was of the small, simple touches. Nothing could ever replace the feeling of having someone you love so close. Vikhor mentally kicked himself. Sure it might feel nice but, this was just some random woman (and an MI6 agent to boot), not a long lost lover from a romance passed. He sighed. How many years had it been? Too many to recount. And yet...he still missed her. 

Bell.

Love is unconditional but war does not discriminate. A bullet doesn't distinguish between friend or foe. Bombs care not if you have a loved one or family waiting at home. ‘Or had’ in his case, he would think. To many she had been an asset, this ''Bell'' as the agency had come to call her; nothing more than a pawn on the board. But to Vikhor, she was something else - something special. She had been his everything. Someone he held close to his heart, which the world had cruelly torn away from him forever. The fact that she had narrowly escaped a bullet to the head from Adler years prior, only to be killed in a coordinated airstrike was cruelty in itself. 

He remembers that day all too vividly: he had been working a grueling three-week operation elsewhere, and came home to utter chaos. It was in the aftermath, among the flames and rubble that he found her. Bell. His beloved. Held half crushed under the beam of a collapsed building. Broken. Dying. Barely clinging to life. By the time she had been rushed to the hospital, it was already too late. Vikhor was left in shambles. Night after sleepless night, he would lay in bed thinking only of her, staring sorrowfully at the empty space beside him. It took years for him to once more piece his life back together, knowing that it would never again be whole.

Presently, Helen stirred, who was looking much better after a good hour of dozing. For reasons unbeknownst to him -or maybe ones he tried to deny- this felt...good. At this point, he'd allowed her to snuggle quite closely, leaving her to rest peacefully all cozy and warm in his embrace, until now...

She blinked herself awake, and lazily leaned up part way. Vikhor was staring straight into her eyes, making her feel somewhat self conscious. There's that beautiful icy blue gaze again... It was only then that she seemed to take notice.

''You're blind in your left eye.'' she stated all too bluntly, leaning up more to study his expression. It was certainly a strange one; he appeared hazy, somewhat distant, but for only a moment before snapping back to the present.

''What gave me away?'' his voice held such depth as he spoke, proceeding to brush a stray hair from her cheek and tuck it behind her ear.

''I'm sorry...I-'' her poor topic of choice left her feeling chiefly embarrassed to have even pointed it out; that kind of detail should have been obvious from the start. Especially given the fact that the eye’s blindness seemed to stem from a nasty scar trailing down nearly the entire left side of his face. 

''It is most peculiar for woman of British intelligence to be working alone, do you not think?'' he smiled, almost cheekily.

Wait...when had he removed his mask?! Helen's eyes were caught up in thoroughly taking in all his facial features. Everything from his eye scar, to his scruffy cheeks, down to his lightly stubbled chin, and finally to his lips. Vikhor tightened a muscular arm around her side tugging her up closer, the scenario becoming all too much for Helen's brain to fully process and leaving her in a bit of a daze. This only served to further his desire, and before she knew it, his soft lips were on hers. Unable to help himself, he kissed her. The cloth barrier wall flapped wildly in the wind, as the landscape outside was engulfed in a heavy snowstorm. 

Vikhor slipped a hand behind her head, caressing her hair fondly. Helen tilted her head to the side, allowing him to capture another kiss at a completely new angle. He made a soft humming noise and closed his eyes. Using his distraction to her advantage, Helen raised to plant herself above him. That little move alone set his pulse racing; made his blood boil.

Slowly letting her restraint die, Helen caught him by the chin and they both began a string of frenzied, impassioned kisses. As their situation became all the more heated, Vikhor found himself thinking that this little encounter might just lead to a change in his life. One that could once again find him satisfied and happy in a lovers soft embrace. A wry small crept across his face as he met her gaze.

''This is most undignified behavior coming from a British-'' Vikhor began, but his words were cut short by Helen's lips on his. She stopped his speech dead in its tracks with another deep, passionate, kiss. When she pulled away, he was left breathless.

''A.. most beautiful British woman,'' Vikhor stated boldly to her face, in a voice deepened by the desire burning through him. Then a sudden realization hit Park.

''Forgot to mention,'' Helen managed between breaths, ''comms are currently down. Otherwise, I would have already contacted my team. No help will be coming for hours - we are on our own here.'' She tapped her earpiece for extra effect.

''This does not sound like such bad thing to me'', Vikhor's voice was deep, as he stared at her with a certain new-found fondness. He rubbed a thumb over her cheek affectionately, brushing it across her inviting lips as she purred out a response, before capturing his once more.

''You know'', he breathed out with shudder, ''you are not so bad for agency operative.'' The sound of his voice caught Park off guard, who had momentarily ceased all movement.

''Not so bad yourself really,'' Helen's British accent once again hit him square in the chest; rang out in his ears like a pleasant melody, ''Though you did have me a little concerned at the first..''. 

''Pfft...what are you talking about? Wouldn't hurt a fly..'' Vikhor flashed her an amused -and almost- smug look. His playful antics also seemed to amuse Park, who leaned up and grasped at his broad shoulders.

''Come here люблю,'' the implications behind his tone currently, aided by his deep Slavic accent, gave her butterflies; made her smile. Helen studied Vikhor, his body language doing very well at conveying just how long it had been since he's been this affectionate with someone. Shifting his position to set a bit further up, Vikhor promptly hoisted Park against his chest; both hugging tightly as they shared a few more heated kisses. From the moment he felt legs squeeze around either side of his waist, he knew it was going to be an entertaining evening. Briefly moving his gaze to his left, he noticed a small, worn passenger's mattress he had spotted earlier, and he now intended to make full use of it. 

Ah yes, this would indeed be a day he would remember forever.

~ ~ ~ Some time later ~ ~ ~

After a good amount of fulfilling, intimate time together, they both found themselves falling into a blissful sleep. Vikhor, who now lay atop Helen's small form, and Park who was happily pinned beneath his warm body. Both wrapped in each others arms and snuggled for warmth on that tiny mattress. The small hand that ran along his muscular chest and side amused Vikhor. As it would seem, Helen had indeed taken a bit of a liking to him. She nuzzled his neck and whispered sweet nothings into into his ear. He gave a soft chuckle, enjoying the heat provided by bare skin against skin.

''Little woman is now satisfied then, eh? Good to know, not that there was ever doubt.'' Vikhor prided himself in many fields, not all of which were limited to his military expertise or even the battlefield for that matter...

The only response he got from Helen was a half roll of her eyes and a playful jab to the shoulder.  

''Rest now прекрасный, we will leave out soon enough.'' Vikhor's sleep-laden words were barely above a mumble, and at this point Park's eyelids were already too heavy to keep open. Not long after, both were out like a light for the next two hours.

Helen, who awoke with quite a start, caused Vikhor to stir. A heavy groan left his body as he wiped the sleep from his eyes, and blinked himself awake. And just like that, there it was, all about them - like a dream. The fabled ''Dark Aether''.

''My word..'' Park gasped, staring out over their now wondrously-colored surroundings, and then towards the clouded sky fractured by bolts of wild lightning. Then there was the curious fauna...

''Is that...jellyfish?'' Vikhor found it hard to grasp the sights that now lay before him. The environment had taken on a rich, vibrant purple/amethyst shade, there were large crystals of the same hues sprouting randomly from the ground, and then of course, there was the jellyfish. Or at least, they looked like jellyfish. Small swarms of four and five seemed to just ''float'' through the open air as if it were meant to look natural. In all, the sight left them both astonished and at a loss for words.

''So the Aether does exist after all'' Vikhor proclaimed in awe. 

''It's beautiful,'' Park couldn't seem to stop herself admiring the newfound beauty. ''But, if all the information is correct then, we'd do well to stay hidden and keep our guard up.''

''Agreed, but likewise, if information is true then we may have need to move.''

''That is a possibility..'' Helen's voice trailed off. From the underlying tone of excitement in his voice, she could already tell that Vikhor wanted to take a closer look at things - whether it was a wise decision or not. With that, both raised hastily to get re-dressed, and examine their weapons, then cautiously take a better look outside. Nearing the cabin exit, they kept stooped low as they swept their eyes over their current location.

Environment wise -with the exception of the crystals, a few oddly glowing patches of grass, and the ''jellyfish''- everything more or less seemed the same. The largest change was in the varying shades of deep purple that overlayed everything and the fact that there seemed to be less snow.  

''Is it..warmer?'' Park whispered.

''Seems to be,'' Vikhor responded in regards to her question, as he checked his pocket gauge. ''The temperature appears to be setting at a steady 65 degrees Fahrenheit. Possibly even nearing 70.''

''Certainly more tolerable now,'' Park added.

Vikhor smirked, not that Park would notice with his mask back on now. He could care less to go swimming in below freezing weather. Needless to say, he didn't mind the previous cold one bit. He enjoyed it.

''So...how do you suppose we leave?'' Park began again. 

''If we're to go based on previous reports, there should be...portal here. Somewhere...'' After a statement like that, Vikhor was simply waiting for some sort of verbal jest from Helen - though it never came. Instead, it would appear as though she had also read similar information before.

''You mean, the ‘anomaly’? Surely you're not suggesting we go through it..'' Park proclaimed.

''We may not have to, but we should not rule out as option. Especially not with everything that is said to lurk here.'' Vikhor mused.

Brushing any extra idle chatter aside, they carefully made their way outside. Guns drawn, and keeping a careful eye out for each-other, they set about making a sweep of the place.

After having conducted a more or less thorough examination of the immediate site, they moved to the abandoned building. It was a sprawling, crumbling mass of concrete with graffiti plastered across every wall and flat surface. Making their way into the second story entrance, Vikhor noted a few heavily decomposed bodies, but nothing else of significant importance. Half an hour later, their exploration had come to a halt with a few startling finds - all pointing towards the sinister truth behind ''Projekt Endstation''.

''Think it is safe to say,'' Vikhor concluded ''we both have a lot of paperwork to do. Also, we should head back to shelter for time being; something is off here..''

''Most definitely; agreed,'' Park spoke steadily, though clearly on edge given their most recent discoveries. Not to mention, during the last few minutes of the search, strange noises began emanating from somewhere deep underground - where they both suspected the facilities' lab to be, as well as the actual particle accelerator itself. If accessible, it could prove to be a potential hotspot for data and vital evidence. In any case, now was not the time for taking that kind of risk; not when they had obtained so much crucial, on-site information. Not that either of them wished to meet the inhabitants of this place anyway...especially not after having read many reports of the beast's brutality. That and given that some were even said to be radioactive...

The trip back to the plane went by quick enough, without issue -other than Park nearly mowing Vikhor over when a piece of loose rubble dislodged from the roof behind her, and clattered noisily to the floor.

''Heh, sorry about that..'' Helen gave him a small nervous laugh, to which he simply stared.

''If you ever do that again..'' As he was way too caught up in mulling over their findings here, to say that she had spooked him would be a bit of an understatement. Not the type of thing that happens very often (Vikhor does not spook easily) but, his heart was now practically beating out of his chest. Unable to stop himself, he laughed. A quiet but throaty chuckle.

''Perhaps it is this place..I for one, am eager to leave.'' Vikhor gave a nod of his head, then proceeded on the short trek.

''One small thing. Hopefully you won't think it rude of me to ask now but, I don't even know your name,'' Park expressed inquisitively, before continuing politely with an outstretched hand ''Helen Park, but all my friends call me Helen.'' The small, almost trivial request caught Vikhor off guard. Her honest and subtle demeanor prompted a quick response from him. 

''Vikhor. Vikhor Kuzmin.'' his voice was calm and he pronounced each word in a fluent, almost practiced manner, ''though at workplace, around my... ''companions'', I often simply go by Stitch.'' 

''Vikhor...now there's a name I don't think I've ever heard used before; how very interesting.'' She smiled as they shook hands, and further relished the fact that he had such a firm grasp. Motioning forward, Vikhor prompted Helen to join him back in the cabin shelter, however, something nearby caught her eyes. 

Garnering his attention with a clear of her throat, Park spoke. ''I don't suppose that would be one of those 'anomalies', would it?'' She then gestured to an unusual glowing object, that seemed to hover only a few feet off the ground, to the right of the crash site. Stepping out of cover, Vikhor eyed the unusually luminous sphere-like object suspiciously, before advancing towards it with Helen. After an all too cautious approach, care gave way to curiosity.

''It is..warm?'' Vikhor precariously ran a hand over and through the object, much too Helen's protest. He was after all, a scientist before a soldier. Curiosity was in his nature. ''I think..this might be a-'' Without warning, an abrupt animalistic call sounded off in the not-so-distant distance, but just out of sight.

''What was that?'' Park whisper shouted, turning to face the direction of the nerve-jarring noise.

''I am not sure, but we probably should not stick around to find out,'' Vikhor's words were swift, quiet.

''What do you propose we do?'' at this point, Park was clearly becoming a little anxious, ''And more precisely, how do we leave?''

Following careful consideration and weighing possible outcomes, Vikhor spoke.

''Come quickly, before we are noticed. It is merely a hunch but I wish to try something. Step into the light.'' he tilted his head towards the glowing purple orb next to them.

''Oh you can't be serious,'' Park started, ''we don't even know that it works, let alone where it might go.'' The evident alarm in her voice only heightened when he pulled her tightly into his arms, and walked into the warm glow. Together, they disappeared - and only seconds before a pack of twenty or so plague hounds scampered by.

Five seconds passed.

Then ten.

It was a very dizzying experience to say the least; made them both feel as though they were walking on clouds - though they very well weren't currently ''walking'' at all. Vikhor was the first to open his eyes. The Dark Aether as it would seem, as well as the pleasant warmth that had previously surrounded them, had completely vanished. Once more were they both stranded in the bitter cold at the former crash site.

''Then this is..the normal world again?'' Park questioned hesitantly, ''and, you mean to tell me that, the orb - it actually was a teleporter after all?'' There was a resounding, relieved sigh from Vikhor. 

''It would appear as though time really does work differently in between here and the other dimension. Look how late it has gotten.'' He pointed to the orange sun setting low on the crimson horizon. Brilliant streaks of tangerine and violet filled the soon-to-be twilight sky. Turning to face Helen, Vikhor couldn't help but admire how beautifully the sky reflected in her eyes as she regarded the fading colors of the sunset with relief and all due fascination. 

Moving to stand directly behind her, Vikhor wrapped his arms around her waist and planted his chin over her shoulder. Once again, he had removed his mask; each exhale a small puff of steam in the freezing air. The little detail didn't get past Helen, who was now both comfortable and content in his company; and also very happy to have a warm body to huddle against.

''We should be safe for now,'' Vikhor nuzzled his warm cheek to hers, watching the last rays of dusk fade. A tired hum left him, and he momentarily rested his eyes.

''Long day?'' Park questioned with a fond smile.

''Long night more like.'' He muttered, not bothering to open his eyes. ''This was supposed to be a sort of ‘break’ for me. Simple examination assignment they said. Guess they really didn't take the information seriously...'' He yawned.

''And here I thought you Russians were all the same - working with endless energy, running on nothing but women and vodka.''

''Is this...joke?'' Vikhor raised a sleepy eyebrow, ''eh well, I suppose it is true enough - at least where the vodka is concerned.'' Park laughed.

Turning in his arms, she once more planted her lips on his as the night air began to grow cool around them. He held her tighter and she leaned into his tough, enjoying the fact that he towered over her.  

''Helen was it,'' Vikhor placed his forehead against hers looking her directly in the eyes, ''how would you feel about coming to work in Moscow?'' There was something akin to yearning in his tone. Park was left dumbfounded and at a bit of a loss for words.

''It is beautiful city, and I am more than willing to make special accommodations for you,'' a stark loneliness filled Vikhor's good eye as Park met his gaze.

''I'm...this is...rather abrupt. I suppose we could..perhaps better talk this out over dinner?'' at her mention of food, Vikhor felt his stomach growl. Breakfast had been hours ago.

''Perhaps; sounds like we have deal. Make it a date.'' another deep, hearty, chuckle left him at the thought. Him? A date? The guys would never let him live this one down.

''I think I like the sound of that,'' Park's actual acceptance of his little proposal both shocked and invigorated him. He already had some local shops and places that he was keen on showing her.  

Just as stars were beginning to dot the night sky, the dull beating of heavy metal blades could be heard approaching in the distance. At the same time, Vikhor's receiver switched on with a familiar voice blaring through his earpiece. Naga's growly accent easily cut through any static in the line.

''Hey buddy, still alive down there? Sorry we are late, had a little incident to take care of earlier today, but it's all good now - no small thanks to yours truly.''

Several minutes later, Vikhor's strike team would be on site, to pick the both of them up. He could already picture the sarcastic smile on the young warlords face when he heard the full details of today's little ''escapade'' with Helen. A smug grin crossed his face. Maybe there were some details which he would keep only to himself.

Meanwhile, Park had all but buried her face against him, standing closely snuggled into his hoodie for what warmth he provided. She didn't pull away until the deafening sound of a helicopter's rotary wings could be heard above them, blowing the snow from the ground all around their feet.

Under Naga's scrutinizing (and somewhat amused) stare, Vikhor gave a brief explanation of why they had an extra passenger, and then allowed Helen the choice of which airport they would drop her off at. To his surprise, she opted to stay with him for now, even agreed to stay in his personal quarters -which earned a toothy grin from Naga.

If plans went accordingly, she would be flying out through her preferred airport in Moscow in around a week to report her findings, then returning for a ''vacation'' of sorts. She would go on to explain ''most'' of details of her little detour to Weaver at a much later date, offering him many a valid excuse when needed for the time being. There would be a lot she left omitted from her official report...

Before she closed her eyes, Helen caught Vikhor leaning back in his seat, eyelids slowly falling shut to catch some much needed sleep. Shortly afterward, she was copying him herself. Truth be told, they were simply happy to be leaving. As of today, they could put this place behind them. Bid Endstation goodbye forever - or at least, for now.

Author's Note: Welp there you have it, as long promised. Hopefully some of you guys were able to enjoy it. I’m admittedly a little rusty atm, it’s been a hot minute since I’ve wrote anything quite so large...and for the public eye X3 Might possibly post a better polished / expanded version of this eventually (no worries, this one will be staying on here as is). As for the deats, not everything here is correct concerning the Dark Aether but it still kinda works out, right? lol

Heheh.. Big bad bossman had a softy moment.  

Translations: hopefully they’re accurate X3 люблю (lyubov') - love прекрасный (prekrasnyy) - beautiful

[darlingor]

Need sad Russ fanfic recommendations. I don’t care what it’s about, I just need it to rip my heart out and stomp on it. Thanks!

[motherofwolvesfics]

Weaver being jealous when someone hits on you

Inspired by this post:

Weaver can tell something's off the second he sees your noticeably annoyed and frustrated expression when the other dude trying to make a pass at you. You can usually handle situations like this on your own.......but something is making him want to come help you.

Guy in concern seems very oblivious to your discomfort and annoyance and keeps trying to pressure you into responding.

"I have a boyfriend," you say (a bit louder than necessary). "I'm not interested."

"Awww, don't be like that. He doesn't need to know!" that.....asshole responds.

The second Weaver hears this, his blood boils and he takes a few seconds to compose himself before coming to help you. He can't help but notice you glancing in his direction and giving him the "plz help" look.

"Do you need something from my girlfriend?" he asks coldly. His arm almost instantly wraps around your waist in a possesive yet strangely comforting manner.

The guy looks confused. "Wait, is this some sort of joke-"

"Leave her alone."

"What, can't I ask a cute girl out?"

"She's taken," Weaver hisses as his right eye narrows. You've seen him angry before, but never this mad.

When the dude realizes Weaver's dead serious, he backs off, looking scared. He runs off with his tail between his legs. But not before he gets a subtle "I will find you and I will kill you" threat from your boyfriend.

[senfena]

Cold War: Remedy, Chapter 6

A/N: Woo, we're here! I've been looking forward to writing this chapter for a while c:

January 19, 1984

"Hey Russell,

It's been a couple years since I wrote a letter to you. I've been writing in another journal regularly, but for some reason I want to address this one to you specifically. 

Where to start...my life is completely different. I live with Park in her flat in Fulham, and I work at a record store nearby, which I'm writing to you from right now actually. It's pretty cold and rainy right now, and business is pretty slow, so I figured I'd write to you. My coworkers are mostly pretty cool, aside from my manager, the Tory bastard. But they all call me Bell at least, there's something to be thankful for. 

I'll be honest...I have thought of using Sariya from time to time. But every time I think of doing that, it just feels wrong. It never belonged to me, the real me, in the first place. And why would I even want to use the name of some terrorist asshole who wanted to blow up half of Europe? Whoever Sariya is, she's not still inside me...is she? For both our sakes, I hope you completely eradicated her.

I get the sense that you did, which is actually a part of the brainwashing I don't mind. I...this sounds so weird to write down, but, I miss you, somehow. I miss you slapping my hand away whenever I went to touch the dial on your radio, or whenever you'd bring me fresh coffee late at night when I was burning myself out, working on cracking that floppy disk and the coded messages. Or you offering me one of your cigarettes whenever you went to smoke one, and you'd light it with your fancy ass lighter, and we'd just stand there smoking together. I still have that lighter, by the way. I try not to smoke anymore, so now it's just more of a charm, really. 

I'm still pissed at you though. Seriously, shooting me after I gave you the key to saving Europe, after all we went through together? Dick move. I don't know if I can ever forgive you for that. But mostly...I just try to forget that that happened, focus on everything that was good about us...or, back then. I guess hate isn't the most accurate word. But I really, really, really don't like you. 

I hope I never see you again,

Bell."

You folded up the letter neatly and put it in your back right pocket. Straightening out your body from it's hunched posture and stretching your arms, you looked all around the store. Still no customers. Not that you minded, it was nice having some peace and quiet. You just wished that you weren't the only employee on the clock, aside from Aiden, your manager, so you weren't dying of boredom on your own. 

"Hey, Bell!" Aiden called to you from the back office. "Can you come back here, please?" You wordlessly started making your way over. Normally he'd want some kind of audible response, but you were more of the silent compliant type, whatever was asked of you, you did, but mostly without saying a word. It took some time, but he'd gotten accustomed to it. You poked your head into the office. "Yeah, Aiden?" He looked up from his accounts and spreadsheets scattered all across his desk. "Hey, we're too slow and I gotta cut down on labor, you can go ahead on home." He instructed you, half focused on you and half focused on his work. "I'm almost done with accounts and I can close the store on my own afterwards, won't take long" "Alright, thanks Aiden!" You cheerfully waved bye as you went to clock out. "Yep, stay safe!" "Will do!" You hollered back to each other as you punched out, grabbed your coat, and scurried out the door in the freezing rain. 

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You unlocked the front door of the flat, practically sprinting in. Your body shivered as you took off your coat and put it on the rack. "Welcome home, Bell!" Park greeted you from the kitchen, hidden from your sight. "Thanks!" You called back as you pulled off your shoes and placed them near the front door. "Could you come in here, please?" She questioned you. Huh, you wondered what she wanted to talk to you about. "Yeah, sure thing." Curious, you strolled into the kitchen and saw Park sitting at the table, mug in hand. Someone else was at the table too, facing away from you. "Hey, what's going…" You took a closer look at the second person. Bald. White dress shirt with black suit pants. Sunglasses. Wait, was that…?

As if on cue, Hudson turned his head to look at you, holding his cup of tea and raising it to you in greeting. "How've you been, Bell?" He asked you, seemingly looking past the slack jawed expression on your face. Looking him dead in the eye, your mind started to race. He wouldn't be here unless he needed something. Something that you didn't owe him anymore. "Screw that." You shook your head and turned to walk to the front door, but before you got the chance to take two steps; "Bell, please, it's incredibly important that you at least listen to what he has to say." Park stood and insisted you, stopping you in your tracks.

You stood there for a moment, simply staring at the floor and breathing in and out sharply. "Park let you live here for the last 3 years, you can make it through this for her". You declared to yourself in your head. Slowly turning around, you trudged to the table and took the seat opposite from Hudson, as Park sat back down next to you. "I'll keep this brief." Hudson began. "Two months ago, Perseus agents covertly infiltrated the Cheyenne Mountain Complex. They attempted to launch a nuclear warhead being used as part of a training simulation. We were able to abort it, but that was far too close for comfort." 

"Sounds like a big problem. So why are you here, instead of solving it, out there?" You shot at Hudson, hoping that he'd take the hint to leave. He leaned in closer to you. "Bell, you're the reason that we even managed to come close to capturing Perseus, and did manage to stop his plan to destroy Europe." He appealed to you. You looked down at the table, trying to not show him any vulnerability. "I know what our agreement was, and whatever you say here, I'll honor that. But Perseus is back on the grid, and unless we take every measurement to stop him, who knows how many innocent people could die." That got you to raise your head, looking him in the eyes again. He took off his sunglasses, folding and placing them on the table. "We need you back, Bell."

You knew that he was right. Whether or not Adler had implanted that part of your personality in you, you were never gonna stand by and let civilians die while you did nothing. Still, you had to know something. "Just tell me; is he gonna be there?" You asked Hudson, already knowing the answer before he told you. He paused before answering. "Of course." You grimaced. Park put a hand on your shoulder, trying to comfort you.

Sitting there in silence for a minute or two, you stared down at the table, pretending to think. Finally, you took a deep inhale as you turned your head up to stare at the ceiling, exhaling as your head came back down, eyes focusing on Hudson. "You promise that after this, it's over?" You begrudged to ask him. He gave a swift nod. You sat there in thought for a minute longer. "Okay." You conceded. He nodded his head. "Alright, I'll be back tomorrow a little past sunrise, give you a chance to pack up, and get ready otherwise." Hudson stood up and pushed his chair in. Looking back and forth between Park and you, he gave a little half smile. "It's good to have you both back." He turned and strided out, leaving you and Park alone.

"Are you alright, Bell?" She inquired, full attention on you. You were staring off into space. "I've never seen Hudson smile like that." You turned to her. "Have you ever seen him smile?" She gripped both of your shoulders. "Bell, I know it's going to be difficult, but he can't hurt you anymore. I know that you can do this." She gave you a tender smile. You couldn't find the strength to give her one back, you were using it all trying to keep your mind occupied with anything else, as long as you weren't thinking about him. 

You gave a small nod as your only answer before slowly standing up. "We should go pack." You muttered emptily, already heading to the staircase to go to your room. 

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You turned over to look over at the clock on your bedside dresser. 2:17 AM. Shit, were you ever going to get any sleep tonight? Probably not, because hard as you may try, you couldn't get your thoughts to shut up. You thought back to your letter you wrote earlier. 

"I never want to see you again…"

"What part of that don't you understand, you asshole?" You sarcastically murmured to yourself. Turning over again, you shut your eyes extra hard to try to get to sleep. 

3 hours of hardly sleeping later, the sun had risen. Why the hell did Hudson have to say sunrise and not sunset instead? You groggily dragged yourself out of bed, got changed into your regular clothes, and limped downstairs, duffel bag in hand. Park was already sitting at the kitchen table, dressed, tea cup in hand. "Good morning, Bell." You gave a half hearted wave in return. As you stumbled into the kitchen and sat down, she took a closer look at you, her face changing to concern.

"Bell, did you get any sleep?" She questioned you. Resting your forehead in your palm, you mumbled back "No, but, can you blame me?" You both sat there for a few more hours, waking up over tea. You began to wonder where Hudson was. He hadn't given you a specific time that he'd pick you up, just "after sunrise." It was almost 8 AM when you heard four sharp knocks at the door. "Finally." You uttered as both of you stood up and grabbed your bags, moving to the front door.

Park opened it, and not a second later Hudson was already bombarding you with information. "We need to move fast. Perseus agents just attacked the safehouse in West Berlin. They're baiting us to a mall in New Jersey. Adler and his team are already en route." Shit, you didn't think you'd be getting back in the action this soon. Park swung the door closed, locked it and put the keys in her pocket. As you all got in the car and started towards the airport, you began to feel a little dread. Was there any part of this you were actually going to enjoy? Maybe finally putting a bullet in Perseus' skull would make it worthwhile.

Yeah, it definitely would.