#call of duty oc: python

[the-whispers-of-death]

Transfer Him (Or Not)

A/N: For context, here is Python's introduction Ghost. And here is Python's basic info post.

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It took Ghost two days of putting up with Python before he stomped towards Price's office. He practically threw open the door, glowering at the captain for what he has had to put up with from the American medic.

"Transfer him." Ghost growled out as he stalked towards Price's desk.

Price looked up from where he writing a report. "'Him" who? Be more specific, there's all men here in this task force," he replied, amused with his own joke. He chuckled for a bit before turning serious, raising a brow at his lieutenant. "Is it Soap? I thought you liked him now."

Ghost scowled beneath his mask, crossing his arms. "I do and I was talking about that bastard American medic," he grumbled.

"Python?" Price couldn't help it, he burst out into laughter, which only made Ghost more irritated. He had his laughing fit for a whole minute before he wiped the tears of laughter from his eyes, his smile forming on his face. "You want me to transfer Python?"

"Yes," Ghost said gruffly, not understanding why Price found it so funny.

"No."

"What? Why not?"

Price's amusement was gone now, his hands moving around some paperwork on his desk. He waited until he was sure Ghost was seriously asking the question. "Ghost, I can't transfer Python," he explained, his words careful. "For one, I didn't transfer him to us in the first place, Laswell did, and secondly, a medic would be good for us. You and Soap barely made it out alive in Las Alamas. So he's staying, no matter how much you don't like him."

Ghost growled at that, very upset by Price's logic. "I don't trust him. The last American we trusted was Graves, and we all know how that turned out," he said.

"Do you trust me, Ghost?"

"Without question."

Price smiled at that, knowing he could always count on his lieutenant to trust him. "Then trust that I know you'll end up liking Python," he replied. "Besides, you don't even know him well enough to hate him. He's only been here for two days."

Ghost grumbled again. "I know him enough to know he's a mysterious bastard."

"Ah, so you two have that in common," Price said, his smile widening into a grin at the playful glower Ghost threw his way for that comment. He chuckled. "Just... Try to be nice, okay? You wouldn't want to piss off a medic, Ghost. Trust me."

Ghost nodded and then left the office so Price could get back to work. He decided to head to the base hospital, heading out of the building he was in and making his way over to the base hospital.

He walked inside the base hospital and made it to the office that was designated as Python's. As he walked there, Soap came out of the office with Gaz in tow, Soap having his hand bandaged.

"What happened to you?" Ghost asked, frowning at Soap's bandaged hand. He went to grab it to get a closer look but Soap pushed his hand away with his good one.

Soap gave Ghost a cheeky grin. "It's nothing, mate. A simple second-degree burn from a cooking accident," he told Ghost nonchalantly. "I just went in to see the doc to get it bandaged."

Gaz interjected, rolling his eyes. "I brought him to Python," he explained his presence there. "Soap wasn't even going to treat it and I had to drag him to Python's office."

"You're such a tattletale, Gaz," Soap complained, his voice almost a whine. He then turned to Ghost, a curious glint in his eyes. "Why are you on your way to Python? Injured, aye?"

Ghost playfully pushed at Soap's chest. "My business is my business," he said, warning Soap not to push for details.

Soap merely smiled, used to Ghost's evasiveness. "You and Python are similar in that respect. A pair of men who want to remain as mysterious as possible."

Ghost rolled his eyes and bid goodbye to Gaz and Soap, Gaz playfully dragging Soap back to the barracks. He watched them leave before walking up the office door, knocking, and entering.

"You injured?" Python asked as soon as Ghost stepped in, lifting his head up from where he was putting away the bandages and gauze back into the drawer of his desk. "And on a scale from one to ten, how bad is it?"

"You know, most medics are less harsh when it comes to asking how bad an injury is." Ghost couldn't help but have a little bite in his voice, feeling annoyed whenever Python was in his vicinity.

Ever since he met the man, Ghost had this need, this itch, and he could only assume it was because they were so similar that Ghost hated it with a passion. And yet, Ghost found himself wanting to be closer.

He pushed down that sudden urge, his eyes narrowing in annoyance. "Anyways, I'm not here because I'm injured," he said, eyeing the taller man.

Python finished putting away the bandages and gauze back in the drawer of his desk, closing the drawer before giving Ghost his full attention. He still had on that damned mask and balaclava that made Ghost all that aware of how similar they were. "Okay, why are you here then?" he asked, moving around his desk to sit on the edge of the surface of said desk.

"I just wanted to let you know that I'm... I'm going to try to get along with you," Ghost blurted out awkwardly, at a loss for words. He was never a talker anyways.

"Okay," Python said after a minute of waiting for Ghost to say more.

"Okay? That's all you have to say?"

And there Ghost was, getting irritated with Python all over again. It was like there was an inferno in his chest, an emotion he couldn't describe but was so intense that it made him so irritable to the way Python was so cagey.

"Bloody hell," Ghost exclaimed, unable to help the rush of emotions. He threw his arms up in the air in a "I give up" gesture and turned away from the infuriating man. "It's like talking to a wall! Fine, keep yourself locked away, see if I care."

With those words, he stomped out of the office, slamming the door shut. Despite his irritation, Ghost's lips couldn't help but twitch into a small smile when he heard Python curse at the door being slammed shut.

So the medic does express some emotion, Ghost thought to himself. Interesting.

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A/N: This was longer than I thought it would be. But have this, Ghost not understanding what emotion he's feeling. He doesn't like his questions being brushed off by Python, but he doesn't understand that he too does that to others. But also, what was Python supposed to say in response, Ghost, huh? I still love Ghost, it's fine.

Reblogs are welcomed & appreciated! Asks are open, feel free to pop in and request something! (Check the rules in "Rules for Requesting NSFW" before requesting.)

[pampanope]

Hello! May I ask a question about 7-11 as well? What's his opinion on hugs? Especially hugging one of the other Shadows when they're sad? Would he begrudgingly hug someone or would he steer clear from them at all costs? ( Sorry for the dumb question, it's just that I treat 7-11 as Canon in my mind and I love him and I really wanna know what he thinks about hugs)

Have a nice day and thank you so much for creating him! I love him and wanna give him a self knit scarf!!

He’s not the type to initiate hugs most of the time as an immediate way of showing affection BUT he will scoop someone up in a tight embrace if they need it and he doesn’t skimp on the bodily contact.

He hugs tightly until the other person says they’re good 👍

(It’s not a dumb question at all! Still, it blows my mind that you think of him as canon!!! (O vO)❤️ aww he’d love a scarf!)

[caffieneaddictt18]

Chokehold Cherry Python

"Gotta be quicker than that!" I call out to the pair of recruits on the sparring mat, circling them.

"We're moving as fast as we can!"

"Then the enemy will be faster than you! And you will die." I approach the two sparring. "Take a water break and come back."

"Yes, ma'am." They both nod and run to their water bottles, chugging it like it's the one thing keeping them alive.

"Let's practice footwork until they come back." I tell the rest of the squad.

"Ma'am? We've already done that." A man says, standing away from the forming line to start footwork exercises.

"Okay? And you can do it again. If you are anything like those two, you'll need it." I turn to face the recruits running the course.

"Ma'am, with all due respect, I am much faster than those two." The same recruit protests. I turn my head to look at him.

"Do you want to put that to the test?" Venom collecting in my mouth as I hold back from completely spewing it.

"Hell yeah." He lines up to run the course.

"Oh no," I grab his arm, "We're sparring."

His eyes get big at that. "But- Ma'am-"

"I thought you said that you were 'much faster than those two'. Prove it. Spar with me," I check his name tag, "Jackson." My eyes hold his, a challenge.

He bristles before straightening up. "Fine. Let's spar."

"Recruits!" I start walking back to the mat, taking off my jacket, "Jackson here has volunteered to do a demonstration on why footwork is important! Especially in hand-to-hand combat, should you ever find yourself in such a situation." I throw my jacket onto a bench, and square myself for sparring. "Jackson? Would you like to start us off?"

He stands on the mat, rolling his shoulders. "Sure. Why not?" He throws an obvious punch, his stance giving him away. I easily sidestep the hit and get under him, hitting his ribs, moving away just as fast as I moved in, circling the man.

"To make this a fair fight, I am allowing you to get punches in. Whether they hit or not is up to you." I tell Jackson, stopping in front of him.

He looks at me with determination in his eyes, swinging his legs out, trying to trip me. Unfortunately, it doesn't quite reach and leaves him open. I put my foot as a stopper against his leg. "Never do that again. It left you wide open. Try again."

His venom starts to gather in his eyes... interesting.

He gets up and gets back into his stance, following my movements. He takes a deep breath, and takes a punch with his non-dominant hand, straight for my face. What? Next thing I know, while I am dodging his non-dominant hand, his dominant follows closely behind it, hitting my cheek.

Well fuck...

I'm on the floor, looking up at him. He looks cocky now. Too soon.

I dart around his feet, throwing him off balance and then launch myself at him, wrapping around him like a python, my legs tight against him. I wrap my arms around his throat in a chokehold and throw us, so he lands on his stomach, taking the brunt of us hitting the bouncy, carpeted flooring. Obviously, I don't want to kill him, so I make sure to move my hands to his back once I notice us going down, so he won't die when we land.

I grab his flapped-out arms and twist them behind his back. "Tap out, Jackson." He quickly starts yapping, "Uncle, uncle, uncle!" tapping me. I get off him, letting go of him.

"And that is why footwork is important! Footwork is not just for being quick but helping develop muscles in your legs you didn't even know were there. That move? The launching move? Dubbed 'The Python' buy your senior squad mates." I stand with Jackson gathering himself a few feet in front of me.

I squat down so I am at eye level with Jackson. "Now, when I say to run the footwork drills, just do it. They do help." I get up, holding his gaze. "Run the drills three times, and Lee, please take Jackson here to the medbay. He's gonna want to get checked out."

"Yes, ma'am." Lee, a male recruit, comes over and supports Jackson, guiding him to the medbay.

I watch the rest of the squad finish filing in line for the drills, and just so happen to see the 141. Fucking assholes...

"Start! Three times!" I bark the directions at my recruits, and head over to the men standing there.

"Hello, gentlemen. Can I help you?" I stand at rest.

"Why do you train your recruits so hard?" The man with the mohawk, callsign Soap, asks, looking concerned for my recruits.

"Recruit Jackson has been arrogant through all of training. Unfortunately, he chose to run his mouth in my court, so to speak." I move my body, so I can see my recruits doing their second round of drills. "Keep it up!"

"In your court, huh?" Skull mask, callsign Ghost, inquires. Clearly looking for more information.

"Yes, sir." I don't give him any.

"Care to elaborate?" Ghost sounds irritated. This is no longer an inquiry but an order.

"A while back, I started doing this launching move. My squad mates dubbed the move 'Python' as I already had my callsign." I explain the bare minimum.

"Ah. So that's what you did to him." Price's voice rumbles from his chest.

"Yes, sir. I am afraid that I went overboard, but nothing was broken when he left, sir."

"No worries, Sergeant. I'm not here about that." Price holds a hand up, stopping me from further explaining.

"If you don't mind me asking, what are you here for, sir?" I look at him seriously, breaking my field of vision away from my recruits. Him and his team are getting on my nerves...

"What I've been asking for a while now...

Are you ready to join the 141?... Cherry."

Yippee! I have an idea! Just a small one, but it's gotten me to write this so far... leave a comment if you liked it! Bye bye for now!

[that-annoying-ass-hellspaw]

Let's do it

Despite being on Tumblr for...well, quite a while...for reasons, I'm am completely lost in terms of actually posting anything. But here we go- motivation finally hit- and I'm truly hoping I might make something out of this. So not to make this longer than it should be:

Hello, whoever may be reading this! It's my first time posting, so I'm just gonna make a list of everything that interests me and about what I will probably post in the near future. Before I get to that I just want to apologize about my english which at times may not be the best since it isn't my first languange. Now, let's list it all down.

MOVIES/TV SHOWS

Marvel (MCU, FOX (I know they're technically the same now but yeah), some comics)

The Walking Dead (main show, comics, Dead City, Daryl Dixon, The Ones Who Live)

Transformers (Bayverse, Knightverse, Prime, Cyberverse, IDW comics)

Sherlock (BBC, Warner Bros., Granada, books)

Supernatural (until season 6)

Good Omens (tv show, book)

Twin Peaks

Pirates of the Caribbean

Horror movies (A Nightmare on Elm Street, Scream, Child's Play, Alien...)

Classics (Fight Club, Seven, anything Tarantino's, Back to the Future...)

Mad Max (all movies)

Tim Burton (pretty much all movies)

Twilight (that's just for laughs...not it isn't)

Malcolm in the Middle

Monty Python

Fawlty Towers

House MD

ANIMATED SHOWS/ANIME

Hellaverse (Helluva Boss, Hazbin Hotel)

Arcane

Haikyuu

The Seven Deadly Sins

Wolf's Rain

Cowboy Bebop

Attack on Titan

Redline

Hellsing (Gonzo, Ultimate, Ultimate Abridged)

Trigun (Trigun, Stampede)

Avatar: The Last Airbender (show, comics)

Lego Ninjago

BOOKS

Stephen King (It, The Shining, The Green Mile...)

Grishaverse

Psychological/horror/gore books (The Silent Patient, Lapvona, The Discomfort of Evening, Tender is the Flesh...)

VIDEOGAMES

Resident Evil (games, animated shows, animated movies)

Silent Hill

Tomb Raider

Uncharted

Genshin Impact

Call of Duty (remakes)

Horizon (both games)

The Last of Us

Devil May Cry (animated shows for now)

Ghost of Tsushima

The Arcana

Five Nights at Freddy's

MUSIC

Classic rock bands (AC/DC, Led Zeppelin, Pink Floyd, Queen, Gun's Roses...)

Punk rock bands (Green Day, The Misfits, Ramones, The Offspring...)

Metal bands (Metallica, Iron Maiden, Black Sabbath, Slipknot, System of a Down...)

Other (Ghost (are they actually metal or not? no idea), Lady Gaga, Pink, Roxette...)

OVERALL INTERESTS AND HOBBIES

Anything to do with philosophy or psychology- like count me in please. Theories about the universe? Yes please. After-death-scenario debates? Of course. Questioning one's own existence? All the time.

There's a lot of black humor and cursing involved with me- hence the love for Monty Python and similar. Am I being serious? God fucking knows.

Writing. Serious writing? As in- gonna publish a New York Times best seller writing? Not really, I'm not that disciplined. Random 3am fanfiction ideas tho? Yeah, I can work with that. So I would be posting anything it would probably have to do with some of that.

Drawing. When a writing idea comes up, an oc is comes up and then you gotta draw it, right?

Architecture. As a suffering architecture student I am expected to know something about that, so anything architecture or construction or urbanism related- I will probably be interested in it.

Cooking. Not exactly a hobby but you know, I'd like to try some interesting recipes.

COMMENT

I didn't write down every single little thing I've seen, or still watch or am interested in cause there's so much stuff. This is just to get the idea about what I'd be very delighted to talk about, write about, or comment on.

If we're talking fanfiction, for many of the mentioned fandoms I've already got some stuff, or ideas at least, written down and might post it I'll see some interest. If I am to start then it would be with the band Ghost since they're pretty popular right now and I've got a nice amount of content for them.

Well- I guess that's it. Thanks again to any accidental readers, and now- let's get to posting.

[yourlocaleftelinghoe]

Some facts about my Baron 1898 OC

- When i designed her and was searching for a good name, i thought of calling her Bella. But since my Baron 1898 is a girl and a tomboy, i was going for a masculine name, which is Byron rn.

- Has a massive crush on @skull-doggery 's Oblivion (sorry for tagging you if you're not feeling well or just having problems irl. I'm a massive fan of your art and i care about your health more than being noticed by you.).

- Greedy pansexual bitch yet shes a extreme tsundere when it comes to talking about crushes, especially when Rita: Queen of Speed teases her about it when the 2 gets to do sleepovers.

- Besties with TH13TEEN and Python.

- Full name is Byron Bella Gustave Hooghmoed.

- Not as greedy as her father, Baron Gustave Hooghmoed.

- Is autistic.

- Is sometimes very hyperactive but when she needs to work, she will be very serious.

- When busy, she absolutely DESPISES being disturbed. Byron likes to be busy with paperwork and HATES it when shes interrupted, especially by someone who she doesn't even know.

- Is extremely sailor mouthed in arguments.

- Red hair is actually dyed. In reality, shes a blonde.

- Has a copy of the story book about her coaster, because why the hell wouldn't she? XD

- Is neutral towards the Smiler.

- Takes Danse Macabre under her wing and is like a mentor/big sister figure to her. Her father, Baron Gustave Hooghmoed, is proud of that because he had that sort of relationship with Jochum as well but more like a mentor/father and young son relationship.

- Rarely dresses modern.

- Is a time traveler.

- Is EXTREMELY proud of being a Efteling ride and would often boast and takes the most of it.

- Will be EXTREMELY angry and defensive when someone makes fun of the history of her parm, De Efteling.

- Born in Kaatsheuvel, the town where the Efteling is located.

- Born on July 1st 1898. Her father, Baron Gustave Hooghmoed, named the coaster after him and the year Byron was born.

- Has the power to turn into her true form, a Witte Wief (Wailing Woman).

- She falls in love very easily (holy shit, me too!-).

- Even though shes a oldtimer girl, she DOES play video games like Animal Crossing, Call of Duty, GTA SA etc.

(More coming soon!)

[doodling-doodle]

TSOP tweets part three

Bonus! Python is gabes ex. This is less TSOP and more just... lore for Gabe? (This was @angstkings idea, and... yes.)

[chromecutie]

Not A Ghost - part 34

A/N - Multi-part fic. Colossus x OC where OC has come home after being wrongfully imprisoned in the Icebox. Warnings for whole fic - references and flashbacks to harsh prison environment, including various types of abuse. Takes place shortly after events in Deadpool 2. Whole thing will end up on my AO3 eventually.

Masterlist on my profile!

Taglist: @emma-frxst  @ra-ra-rasputiin  @holamor ​  @empressme-bitch  @marvel-is-perfection  @hazilyimagine ​ @marvelhead17 @rovvboat @angstybadboytrash ​ @whitewitchdown ​ @master-sass-blast ​ @mori-fandom @mooleche @dandyqueen @emberbent @leo-writer . Wanna be added or removed? Holla at me.

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As Cable zipped his bags and hefted them to his shoulder in the hangar, he heard someone call behind him. He turned to find Russell hurrying up to him.

"I want to come with you," he said, "to help Wade."

Cable was struck by the earnestness in the boy's voice. But just because they had managed to stop him from killing that headmaster just months ago didn't mean he couldn't pick up a taste for killing some other time. "Wade wouldn't want you going back to the Icebox," Cable said. "It's gonna get ugly--"

"I can use my fire to keep things clear for us!” he urged. He patted his palms on his chest and forced a smile, “I can help! Ellie and Yukio are going."

"I'm not sure they are," Cable hedged. "Even so, they're X-Men. Fully trained. You’re still a student." He started to turn away.

Russell wilted. "Can't I do anything to help?" 

Cable sighed and turned back to the boy. "You already have," he assured him. "You helped confirm the layout." When the furrow in Russell’s brow deepened, Cable’s own frown softened. It reminded him too much of telling his wife and daughter goodbye before missions. He gave Russell a variation of the promise he always gave his daughter, “Hang tight, kid. We’ll have them home as soon as we can.” He turned again, and had to dodge Ellie and Yukio running to the jet.

Yukio was on her girlfriend’s heels as she bounded to the jet’s ramp. Freshly showered and without her usual makeup, Ellie’s hair was unstyled and fluttered in short pieces around her eyes. “Colossus!” she shouted. Her hands were set in hard fists.

Colossus strode down the ramp, palms plaintive. “Negasonic,” he answered, “We have been through this--”

“I’m a full member of X-Men,” Ellie snapped, “and you can’t tell me not to volunteer for a mission!” She set a packed duffle bag on the ramp and crossed her arms.

It was time to get moving. Colossus shook his head impatiently, “Rhonda was clear. She does not want you two to see the Icebox.”

NTW’s chin jutted forward. “She’s not here to stop me.” When Colossus didn’t relent, she scoffed, “Did you forget who helped you take down the Juggernaut?” For not being Rhonda’s biological daughter, she certainly had her stubbornness. 

“No one is doubting your capabilities,” Colossus assured her as he shifted his weight. He thought of all Rhonda’s scars, and how many new ones she might be coming home with, and the risks posed to younger, less experienced X-Men. “It’s not only the DMC officers we have to worry about - the other inmates are just as dangerous, if not more so.” 

Ellie rolled her eyes. “They have collars--”

Yukio tried to mediate, black and pink ponytail swinging as she swivelled her head between them, “You have Cable, Domino, Beast, Storm, Kurt, and yourself. Maybe that’s enough for all the officers, but the inmates? Like you said, collars or no collars,” she gave Ellie a pointed look, “they’ll be dangerous too. You could use more help. Our help.”

Colossus countered, “We will have Rhonda and Wade, once we get their collars off.”

Ellie and Yukio shared a look. Ellie’s shoulders drooped slightly. “When this happened before, I was too young to help. But now,” her voice cracked and she huffed a sigh, "I've never called her 'Mom,' but you know what she is to me. I'm not just standing by when I can help."

He briefly clenched his jaw, then his demeanor softened. "You two will stay close together?"

Ellie gave an indignant frown, but before she could make a retort, Yukio interjected, "Yes, and we will stay close to you. Give you cover." She elbowed Ellie, who nodded.

Finally, he relented. "If you promise to stay together and stay close…" he jerked his head toward the interior of the jet, turned, and went to strap into a seat for takeoff. The young women hustled after him.

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The solitary unit was kept in the coldest part of the Icebox. No windows, dim lighting, and cold enough for an inmate to see their own breath. The blood on Rhonda's forehead had dried, the scrape above her eyebrow starting to scab over. She hadn't bothered to wash her hands, and Calhoun's blood crusted under her fingernails. Her eyes still burned and watered, but less severely. She couldn’t feel her nose or fingertips. Resigned, defeated, she stared at the ceiling until she could see shapes moving like clouds. The new X on her arm had a long tail wrapping around her forearm because of how she'd rolled away from the hand making it. It was swollen and red. Already infected.

There were shuffling footsteps and the squeal of a rolling cart's wheel that halted in front of Rhonda's solitary cell. A tray scraped along the floor through the slot in the door. Rhonda made no move for it, or even turned her head to look, staring listlessly upward from her cot. 

"Guestbook, darling," a familiar voice murmured gently, "you did so well. You only had to incapacitate Calhoun, but I don’t mind him being dead. You gave me what I needed. And then some."

Goosebumps already pebbled Rhonda's flesh, but a new chill sank into her bones. "Mimi?" 

"With Calhoun dead,” she spoke softly, “that means Burton will be stationed at the yard. And Sinclair will be moved from the cell blocks to Burton's spot in the mess hall. Macias will be moved to cover the cell blocks, which means the control office will be stationed by my very own Robinson."

Tendrils of hope crept up Rhonda's throat. "Are you here to let me out?" 

Mimi chortled, and it made Rhonda’s stomach turn with dread. "You killed a guard. I can't get you out. You'll have to wait for your friends. If they're actually coming."

“Wait--” but the squealing wheel started again, fading as Mimi brought the other isolated inmates their dinner. Rhonda took a shaky breath as tears stung her eyes.

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Wade still had the torn sleeve wrapped around one fist as he forced down his dinner. When Mimi rolled the cart back in from the solitary unit, he brought his tray to the dishwashers and said with a gritty whisper, “Where is she?”

Mimi rolled her eyes, “Where is who?"

"Your favorite feral raccoon," he retorted, "Rhonda." When Mimi gave him a bored stare, he groaned and resisted the urge to kick the cart over. He rolled his shoulders and popped his neck once and amended, "Guestbook."

Mimi started unloading empty trays from the cart for the dishwashers. "Who are you again?"

Wade took a deep, sharp breath. "Captain Deadpool." A pause. He rolled his eyes. "I came here with Rhonda?"

Mimi flicked her forked tongue and feigned sympathy, "Oh, the pooooor separated lovers.” She let out a hissing laugh and shook her head as she continued stacking the empty trays by the dishwashers.

He struggled not to cough as he demanded, “Why did you get her thrown in solitary?”

The reptilian was blunt, “So they wouldn't kill her.”

“Then…” Wade laid a hand on the last tray to halt her. “Why save her life? I thought you’ve had it in for her before.”

Mimi jerked the tray from under his hands with a frosty glare. “Walk and talk,” she growled. Wade followed her as she waved off a few Vicious 13 members who tried to approach them. “I never tried that hard to have her killed, just made a show of it. Because, honestly? I like that dramatic bitch. If I’d known her while I was working corners, we might have been friends.” She went to the duty roster on a large whiteboard in the mess hall. “If your girl’s in solitary, no one else can take a swing at her until we take the office and let her out. Good enough for you?” She smiled grimly, but it was a challenge.

Wade opened his mouth to speak, then closed it and blinked. “So it’s protective custody. Well...can I go tell her that? I get a feeling you didn’t.”

“Solitary doesn't get visitors,” she returned with raised eyebrows and a shrug. She checked off the duties she had completed and leaned against the board, crossing her arms.

His scarred and pocked face split in a wide grin. “That’s why you did the meal run. Thought that seemed a little beneath you. You’re more of a Trunchbull type to me.” He started eyeing the duty roster. “What about...an errand or something?”

Mimi rolled her eyes. “You don’t need to get in there. She’s not going anywhere.”

An inmate with red hair and an abundance of freckles leaned between them to check off their task on the duty roster. When they left earshot, Wade leaned close to Mimi and said, “I need to know she’s alive, and good enough to fight when it’s time.”

She heaved an annoyed sigh, flashing teeth that were narrow and hooked like a python’s. She took the marker that was velcroed to the board and updated the duty roster with Wade’s name on a new task. “Go tell the dramatic bitch everything will be fine. And get some rest. You better be ready when the moment is right.” She flicked her forked tongue. “You any good with a mop?”

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The yellow janitor bucket almost matched the yellow of the Icebox inmate jumpsuits. Both were a bad shade of yellow to begin with, a little faded, and full of greenish, brownish, and black marks from scuffs and dirt. Wade barely mopped the hall enough to keep the appearance that he was on janitorial duty. He swished and swiped a sloppy path to the cell number Mimi had told him. He didn’t care if the cameras caught him. If they did, it would take the guards a few minutes to come down here and pull him away anyway. 

“Guess whooo?” Wade said at the door. Silence. “Hey,” he insisted. “Rhonda?” Another beat of silence.

There was a soft sigh and a voice mumbled, “What, Wade?”

“Ohhh thank god you’re alive,” he chuffed a relieved laugh. “I did not wanna have to explain to Colossus, ‘Sorry buddy, wifey lost her shit, wrecked wholesale ass, and then died!’ Haha...ha.”

“Day’s not over yet,” she said flatly. “I still might.”

Wade heard the despair in her voice and let out the longest sigh. “They really hit your head, huh? Well the good news is that Mimi landed you in solitary so nobody can make you disappear before the team gets here.” He crouched and checked the slot for the tray. The food and small carton of milk were still untouched. “Listen to me,” he said firmly as he groaned his way back to his feet, suppressing a cough. “Go to your tray on the floor and pour that milk on your face for the pepper spray. How’s your shoulder?”

“It doesn’t matter.”

The mop slapped on the floor with a little splash as Wade grunted in frustration. “It’s gonna matter soon. If you--” he broke into a fit of coughing. It took him a wheezing moment to catch his breath. He finished with a somber tone, “Depending on how the next couple days go, you might have to fight out of here on your own. Good looks and a great sense of humor only go so far against a bunch of fucking tumors.” He swished the mop around near the next cell and prompted, “You hear me?”

There was a rustling of fabric in Rhonda’s cell. Her voice sounded closer to the door when she said, “Even if they get here before we’re both killed, there’s no way he’ll let me go back. Not after what he sees here.” 

Wade sighed and leaned against the wall by her door. He heard a particular flavor of heartbreak, dread, and self-hatred that was only too familiar. “Look, Colossus sees the best in everyone, and that’s why he’s got that fucking stupid rule about no killing. But it’s also why we love him, right? You wait, he’ll--”

Rhonda’s voice was strained, “This is different.”

“Well,” Wade plopped the mop back in the bucket and started rolling it. “Let’s get through this and find out.”

[mwolf0epsilon]

DBH - OC Ideal Pets

I'm still trying to finish up the Fallout AU Info Doc (I'm stuck on a few choices for what characters will be, especially Josh), so to keep up some activity I've decided to do a post about which kind of pet would be ideal for my OCs.

The list will be a bit long (because I have an absurd amount of OCs) so I'll put it under a cut if anyone is interested in taking a look.

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--Androids--

Joel (EM400) - Despite being terrified of dogs, Joel's ideal pet is and will forever be Chitin, the android German Shepherd that has been nothing if not patient and loyal towards him. Joel's fear of dogs (especially rottweilers) still persists on some level, but Chitin helps him as a therapy animal.

RJ (EM400) - Despite being a rogue unit of the Jerry hivemind RJ still has a fascination for pirate thematics like his many brothers. As such, he has a fondness for exotic and brightly colored fish and other aquatic critters. The grand jewel of his vast collection is a tiny blue ringed octopus he calls Kraken.

Sergei (PL600) - Due to his many psychological issues, Sergei is not allowed to have a pet of his own. Instead he's being educated on proper petcare by Noah who keeps a close eye on him.

Noah (PL600) - Thanks to his great love for animals and veterinary studies, Noah is very capable around all sorts of critters. He has at least three cats (Elvis, Freddy, Brian), one dog (Melanie), five bunnies (Emma, Geri, Beyonce, Shakira, Kesha) and a guinea pig (Phil). They're all named after old singers which Sergei finds amusing.

Dimitri (PL600) - Dogs. Lots and lots of dogs. He has a lot of love to give to creatures that are inherently loyal and loving towards him. He's not only a professional dog-walker but also the Cullen family's official dogsitter. He has two puppies (A Rottweiler named Peach and a Doberman named Bowser) and is also quite attached to Roky and Chitin. He'd want to get a pet bat just to teach it to divebomb people (the threat of rabies is amusing to him).

Seymour (PL600) - Animal magnet. All animals just naturally love Seymour since he goes out of his way to feed strays. As a result you'll find a group of cats and dogs following him around town when he's either on or off duty as a police officer. He owns a massive Great Dane named Adonis.

Apollo (AP700) - He loves dogs but wouldn't be opposed to having a cat since they're more independent and he has Chance to care for. Despite his fondness for animals he'd appreciate it if Dimitri didn't constantly bring strays back home...

Proteus (IO100-P) - Took in his creator mom's three android cats and roomba after he returned home from the Io escape mission. He absolutely loves cats and would be the kind of guy to become a crazy cat-person. He thinks it's less of a problem and more of a compliment.

Dakota (CX100) - She would love to have a parrot. Chatty smart critters are a delight to her, and she'd greatly enjoy teaching it to greet people at the door or even on the phone. The only reason she doesn't own a pet is because she's very indecisive over what species she'd want to get.

Monochrome (CX100) - Not much of a pet owner. He's content with playing with Mile's bizarre android python, PB, who has the processor of a dog. He thinks she's pretty cool.

Baptiste (CX100) - He's terribly scared of animals.

Jindosh (HR900) - Horse kind of guy. He would greatly enjoy owning a ranch at some point, where he could train draft horses. He's not much of a rider himself, but just working with imposing and powerful animals brings him a sort of blissful tranquility.

Veronica (WR400) - She's a cat-person and isn't very fond of dogs, which is hilarious considering her and Scott's situation. She eventually gets a Siamese cat she calls Sir Rolland the Regal.

Scott (HR400 In K9300 Body) - As he's currently stuck inside a dog's body, it's pretty silly to get a pet. When he eventually does get a humanoid body again, he actually keeps the K9300 body and gets a processor for it. The dog's name is Old Friend.

Miles (RK300) - PB is the best noodle puppy in existence and he loves her too much to get any other pet. He has a great love and admiration for snakes, and thinks dogs are lovable and loyal.

Tristan (RK700) - He has a pet chameleon named Preston. It's a pretty ornery thing, but quite chill when he handles it. He likes to carry it around his apartment when he's alone and sort of vents to it since the reptile won't pass any judgment on his past actions. Tristan would kill for his pet chameleon if anyone so much as eyed it weirdly. He's incredibly attached to it.

Uma (???) - She spends a lot of time at Mr. Siddiq's abode to mingle with the exotic animal androids. She seems to be really taken with big cats and with wolves. At some point she rescues a wolfdog that was sent to a shelter to be euthanized. She named it Essex.

Bo Siddiq (YK500) - She doesn't keep pets since she already has access to all of her dad's rescued animal androids. Her best friend is Sasha the tigress.

Hearse (MC500) - He isn't very good with living beings, Dr. Ojomo's children are already complicated enough to look after, but he won't deny possums are pretty "metal". He started feeding one that's gotten into their garbage lately... He calls her Raven.

Eddie (WK218) - Myu's cat, Bravo, is his bestest friend in the whole world. He's extremely gentle with him and loves to spoil him rotten.

Stag (Hybrid Model) - Due to his alterations he's not patient enough with animals. He does follow a specific herd of deer sometimes and admires them from a distance. They seem to not be scared of him due to his antlers.

Bear (Hybrid Model) - Jordan wishes he could keep a pet as company. Sadly, since his reprogramming causes him to go aggressive whenever something approaches (excluding a very minute list), he doesn't want to risk going near any local fauna. He doesn't like bears very much (contrary to popular belief), instead if he could he'd like to own a rat (he thinks they're cool and pretty smart).

--Humans--

Valentina Hernández - She has Regi who honestly is more his own person and her personal bodyguard than a pet. She also rescues animal androids that have been negligently modded (she was the one who gave Miles PB since she couldn't undo the damage her original owner did to the poor python) by amateurs. If she were to get a pet she would go out of her way to either get a goose or a goat (her father had a goat named Pablo and her mother a goose named Rosalinda, they used to tell her stories about them).

Artyum Kutznekov - Has a brown tabby cat named Misha, and often rescues abandoned kittens he finds on the streets, nursing them back to health before finding them proper loving homes. He's a very nurturing guy despite his grumpy disposition and intimidating size. Val finds it hilarious how he can hold three kittens in one single hand.

Benjamin Peterson - Has a thing for spiders, which has caused several arguments between him and Val. He owns a Mexican Red Tarantula named Tarantino, and he is definitely the guy you call when there's a spider somewhere in your house. He either rescues them or (if they're big enough) offers them up to Tarantino as sacrifice.

Dr. Ojomo - She has a great fondness for birds, specifically birds of prey. On weekends she goes to a sanctuary to help rehabilitate endangered wild birds. She has handled owls and vultures alike. She's taken notice of Earl's habit of feeding the possum that keeps getting into their garbage and finds it adorable.

Elisa "Myu" Corvo - She's without a doubt a cat-person, but she does like dogs as well. She owns a rescue cat named Bravo.

Mr. Asad Siddiq - He rescues exotic animal androids from negligent owners. His collection is incredibly vast and even includes dinosaur androids. All of his animals (except a few very difficult abuse cases) are incredibly fond of him and will approach him openly. His favorites are Sasha the tigress (his very first rescue), Ahri and Jolene (a coral snake and a rattlesnake), and the large herd of giraffes he has amassed from different zoos.

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New Guy

A/N: Python's introduction to Ghost!! Note that this OC will eventually be with Ghost.

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Ghost finished up his workout in the base gym, grabbing a towel and wiping off the sweat on his neck. He waved goodbye to the few soldiers he knew, heading out of the base gym and towards the barracks.

As he walked, he heard whispers of an American joining one of the task forces as their medic. Supposedly it was because the task force needed a medic and there weren't any SAS medics who could be spared.

He huffed at the thought, wishing a silent good luck to the task force that was unlucky enough to have an American medic.

Ghost opened the door to the barracks which were assigned to everyone in the 141. As he entered the barracks, he expected it to be empty since he knew the rest of the 141 were away training or doing paperwork. However, as he stepped inside, it wasn't empty.

There stood a tall, shirtless man who had to be no taller than six-foot-six and had light brown skin that seemed to be covered in tattoos. With his back towards Ghost, he was in the process of putting on a shirt, his head covered by a black balaclava, and Ghost could see the full sleeve tattoos of snakes on his arms and a large tattoo of a snake spiraling up the man's back. The man was burly, muscular with a thick layer of fat on top of the muscles.

Ghost snapped out of his stupor, remembering who he was and clearing his throat. "You're in the wrong barracks, mate," he said, annoyance lacing his voice as he stared at the irritatingly mouth-watering man. "These barracks are for the Task Force 141."

The man finished putting on his shirt, somehow managing to do so without disturbing his balaclava and mask, before he turned to face Ghost. He had on a black hard-plated mask which had gold etchings of a snake coiling all around the mask.

"No, I'm in the right barracks," the man said, Ghost noting the American accent and the way the man's voice was deep but harsh. "Captain Price showed me where to go."

At that words, it clicked in Ghost's head that this was the American medic he had heard about on his way to the barracks. The task force that got said medic was the 141. Great.

"So you're the medic that has the whole base alight with gossip," Ghost grumbled, stepping closer and eyeing the man. His eyes settled on the man's mask and it ticked him off how much they looked similar. "Why do you wear a mask?"

The man seemed unperturbed by the way Ghost was eyeing him warily, as if he was bored. "For the same reason you probably wears yours. For anonymity," he replied. "Call me Python."

Ghost raised his eyebrow underneath his mask, not that Python could see it. "Python?" He tested the callsign on his tongue before huffing in annoyance. "That's a mouthful."

"Yes, but it's not like I chose the callsign myself." Python lifted up his duffel bag with ease and set it down on the bunk that wasn't being used. He definitely sounded bored. "Any other burning questions?"

"Why do they call you "Python"?" Ghost asked, ignoring how rude Python was being. It wasn't like Ghost was being nice either.

"You going to tell me why they call you "Ghost"?" Python shot back, turning back around to face Ghost and crossing his arms.

Ghost scowled beneath his mask, crossing his arms as well. "Don't do that, don't be cagey with me." His irritation was rising steadily. "I'm the mysterious one in this task force."

Python surprisingly laughed, his laughter deep and lacking any actual amusement. He stepped closer, making Ghost step back instinctively. "I guess you're not the only mysterious one here anymore, Ghost." He sucked in his teeth. "Deal with it."

Python then turned away from Ghost again, the sharp change of movement making his medical bag clack against his uniform, drawing Ghost's attention to it.

"You have a shitty attitude for a medic," Ghost muttered underneath his breath, glowering at the man in front of him now.

"I didn't think the great and all-powerful Ghost would cower at a little bit of attitude thrown his way." Python taunted, glancing back at Ghost before unzipping his duffel bag to take out something. He then took a big sniff of the air before making a sound of disgust. "You should shower, you stink."

He zipped up the duffel bag again and then moved past Ghost, leaving the barracks to go God knows where. One minute he was there and the next, Ghost was alone, staring at where Python had been.

Ghost blinked once and then twice, his eyebrows furrowing. "I'm going to have Price transfer him," he grumbled to himself before making his way to the communal bathroom.

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A/N: I didn't know this OC x Canon relationship would be rivals to lovers (I don't think we can classify them as enemies, not even sure if we could classify them as rivals really), but as Python likes to chant in my head, "Stone might be a bigger bitch, but I'm still a bitch!" (I don't know why he likes to chant that in my head.) So um, this is just how Python is, I guess.

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11/11/11 Tag Game

rules: answer 11 questions, ask 11 questions, tag 11 people!

I was tagged by @surroundedbypearls, thanks! Her burning questions are:

Out of the 3 major franchises that teens love/loved (Harry Potter, Twilight, The Hunger Games) which oc would’ve had which favourite and why?

I...actually have only seen the Harry Potter movies and one (1) Twilight movie, which I watched specifically because I was asked to critique it (I was not kind), so I may be woefully underprepared to answer this question. But based on what I’ve seen of them over the years on tumblr, I guess I’ll say:

Benedict: probably Hunger Games

Matteson: Harry Potter

Jackie: Harry Potter, but she would definitely run an HP discourse blog and be VERY upset at JKR’s post-canon ‘revelations’

Rick: Would love Twilight and never admit it to a single soul

Alice: Hunger Games

Do you like scented candles/incense etc? What scents are your favourite?

Not generally. Strong smells really bother me. I can do a nice vanilla candle, sometimes, but the last time I owned one it lasted me the better part of a decade because it was very large and I used it very rarely.

What’s your favourite colour of Labrador? This is very important and you have to choose one.

Golden

Which Disney princess is your favourite?

Ariel was probably my first true love so it’s hard not to say her, but Merida and Moana have both put up a good show.

Do you listen to music while you write/draw/etc? What music do you listen to the most if you do?

I do! I have a Pandora playlist that I have carefully curated to remove anything with lyrics (it’s still a work on progress, but they’re rare now). Lyrics are generally distracting to me when I’m writing and especially when I’m drawing. The seeds for that station are all electronica, Irish folk, and epic movie soundtracks. You can listen to it here. I also have a specific inspiration playlist for Tall Tales on Spotify, which has lyrics and is available right here.

How do you balance creative stuff with lame duties like work and/or classes?

This semester I’ve tried a new thing where I schedule every hour that I’m at my school, which is 8a-9p Tuesday-Thursday. I have a one-hour block scheduled on Tuesdays and Thursdays for Tall Tales and another for freelance writing, which I don’t actually use right now and usually gets relegated to Tall Tales. This means that sometimes I manage to get time to do it over the weekend, and sometimes I don’t, but I always get something done each week.

Do you prefer winter or summer weather?

Winter

What’s your favourite cuisine and why? What’s your least favourite and why?

My favorite is pretty simple fare, actually. I like a good steak and potato dinner, or meatloaf. I don’t know what that cuisine is called.

My least favorite would be either French or Indian. I like meat and have legit medical trouble with strong spice, so Indian tends to not work for me. French is okay, I guess, but it isn’t impressive and there’s so much arrogance wrapped up in how great it is and the combination just really turns me off.

What are your ocs’ favourite fruits?

I was actually asked something very much like this for Storyteller Saturday! Though this is a bit more specific so I’ll get specific.

Benedict: Pears

Matteson: Bananas

Jackie: Blackberries

Rick: Strawberry milkshakes

Alice: Grapefruit

What are your ocs’ favourite sodas/soft drinks?

Benedict: Will not drink anything carbonated

Matteson: Mountain Dew

Jackie: Fanta

Rick: Dr. Pepper

Alice: Coca-Cola

Pick an oc, and say what terrible anime film adaptation represents them the best.

Rick is the Speed Racer of this particular game.

My Questions

What was the first inspiration for your story that you can recall?

What anime would your OC(s) recommend to someone looking to watch their first one?

Do you play any musical instruments?

What is your favorite non-writing hobby?

What Disney villain would fit best into the world of your WIP?

What is your favorite video game (or other type of game if that’s more your thing)?

Netflix has greenlit your story! Who do you want directing it?

British Comedy Face-off: Terry Pratchett, Monty Python, or Douglas Adams?

What is your honest opinion of the Star Wars prequels?

What is your OC(s)’s favorite band?

How concerned is your OC(s) about making the bed?

I tag @writeouswriter @eloquenceandemphasis @stephrawlingwrites @sunnydwrites @yetmorestories @conspiramo @marniebalboa @fair-folk-nonsense @sleepy-and-anxious @goblin-writer @kaigods

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COD OC "Python" Masterlist

This is a masterlist for everything for COD OC "Python". He will eventually be paired with Simon "Ghost" Riley.

New Guy

Basic Information on Python

Transfer Him (Or Not)

Python's Feelings

"He's so Infuriating!"

Give Me Something to Work with

A Date? No, a Hang-Out

Aliases

This is not a complete list! It will be updated as time goes on!

[the-whispers-of-death]

OC Information: "Python"

Full Name: Devaraj Kabir Roshan

Callsign(s): Python

Alias(es)/Nickname(s): Snake, Doctor Reaper, Bear-Whisperer, Doctor Shadow

Nationality: First-Generation American (Indian parents)

Affiliations: U.S. Navy, U.S. Fleet Marine Force, Task Force 141 (SAS)

Rank: E-7/Chief Hospital Corpsman (U.S. Navy)

Gender: Male (Trans)

Status: Alive

Birthday: January 25th, 1989 (36 as of 2025)

Build: Burly

Height: 6'6"

Marks: Facial scars (will be explained in more detail in a later post), pierced ears, full sleeve tattoo of two snakes intertwining on both arms and legs, large tattoo on the middle of the back of a snake swirling upwards until it reaches the shoulder blades, tattoo of the Rod of Asclepius on his left rib cage, tattoos of his late parents name on his ankles with one name on one ankle and the other name on the other ankle

Hair: Black

Eyes: Brown

Background: Devaraj is the only son of two Indian immigrants and grew up in Jersey City, New Jersey. His parents both died of a fatal bear attack when he was eleven and he was in the foster care system until he aged out at eighteen. He then enlisted in the U.S. Navy, soon going to train to be a Fleet Marine Corpsman.

Extra: He wears a black balaclava with a black hard-plated mask that has silver etchings of snakes coiling around the mask and he wears it to protect his identity. Despite being so big, he has nimble fingers.

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Give Me Something to Work with

A/N: If this is the first post of Python's series that you're seeing, read this masterlist first to get the full context.

Minors and Ageless Blogs Do Not Interact!! While this post is SFW, my blog isn't!!

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Python entered the base gym at four in the morning, having gotten there extremely early so no one else was there. He needed privacy, craved it even if he was in the military.

It was hard to have privacy in the military, which would've made the military a terrible fit for someone who was as paranoid as Python, but he wanted to serve his country more than he wanted to hide away from the world.

He walked over to weights section of the gym, starting his workout by lifting weights. He kept his mask and balaclava on, simply in a tank top and shorts, huffing and puffing beneath his balaclava as he lifted the weights.

Python was just about to switch to the bench press when Ghost walked into the gym, stopping short at the sight of him. He figured Ghost might just flee at the sight of him, but instead of leaving, Ghost walked right up to him.

"You going to the mess hall for breakfast later?" Ghost asked Python, surprising the other man.

Python shook his head, glancing at Ghost before focusing on putting his desired weights onto the bench press bar. "No, I already ate breakfast."

It was a lie, he never had anything more than a protein shake before working out and always had a hearty breakfast afterwards. But he didn't eat with the rest of the 141, to keep his identity anonymous.

Ghost saw through Python's lie, his jaw clenching beneath his own balaclava. "Come eat with us after breakfast, the rest of the guys will be up by the time we finish our workouts," he said, his words soft like he was trying to gently coax Python to open up to the 141, but Python didn't understand why.

"I don't eat in the mess hall anyways," Python muttered, feeling his paranoia spike at the thought of eating around all of those people.

"Then we'll all take our food back to the barracks and eat there," Ghost replied, adamant about Python eating with them.

Python scoffed, looking down at Ghost. "Why do you care about me eating with you all?" He couldn't help himself as he laughed, a mischievous glint in his brown eyes and a smirk spreading beneath his mask. "Aw, do you already have a soft spot for me, Ghostie?"

While Python couldn't exactly see Ghost's scowl, it was evident from the way Ghost's mask creased that he was indeed scowling at Python's words. "No," he answered, his words harsh. He stepped closer to Python, squaring up to the taller man. "I don't have a soft spot for you, because you haven't let me in enough for that. I know how hard it is to trust others and I don't trust you like you don't trust me, but you're our medic."

"We're supposed to trust you," Ghost continued, on a roll now. "We have to trust that you, as our medic and a fellow soldier, have our backs in the field. You're there to patch us up, something that requires a great deal of trust on our part. So for fucks' sake, give me something to work with! Give me a reason to trust you with my life in the field or transfer yourself to somewhere else. Because we'll never trust you if you don't first try to trust us."

Python was taking in Ghost's words when Ghost started to walk away, probably to workout in another section of the gym.

"Ghost!" he called out against the seed of doubt in the back of his mind, his paranoia begging him to keep himself locked away from everyone else. He waited until Ghost turned back around to look at him to continue. "Spot me? I need a spotter... and I want to try and trust you all."

Ghost's brown eyes flickered with an emotion that came too fast for Python to register and he nodded. "I can be your spotter, sure," he replied, walking back to where Python was.

Python took a deep breath, trying to quell his growing paranoia before moving around the bench press. He sat on the bench and laid back, waiting until Ghost was in position behind him before lifting the bar.

As he did each rep, he saw Ghost out of the corner of his eye, ready to catch the bar in case it fell, and the sight of Ghost so diligently standing there made Python's paranoia slowly drift back in the abyss of his mind. Seconds ticked by, Python taking breaks in between reps until he was finished.

"Thank you," he murmured, getting up and off the bench. He then shifted on his feet as he started getting sheepish, the first sign of emotion Ghost had ever seen on the man's body language. "I could spot you too if you want to bench press as well?"

Ghost was shocked at the offer and he took it graciously. It led to them working out together, not really talking, at least not about anything personal, but it was better than the irritation that had enveloped Ghost when he had thought about Python days before.

There was still a long road to go before they both could trust each other and then like each other, but it was a small step forward. And that was all Ghost asked for.

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A/N: Python's a softie underneath all of that bravado, which is the case with most, if not all, of my OCs. I have a type of character I like to write, okay?

Ghost being able to melt away a little bit of Python's paranoia makes my heart go brr. Also yes, I did find myself clever for having Ghost say the title of this post.

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*Python in the recreational room, so blatantly staring at Ghost who is trying hard not to stare back* Price, walking over: So I hear you and Ghost have a sort of rivalry going on. Python, furrowing his eyebrows beneath his mask and balaclava: What? Price: You and Ghost... rivals? *realizes that Python is still confused* You aren't irritated with Ghost? Python: Why would I be irritated with Ghost? Price: Because he's being as mysterious as you are? Python: ... The man's entire shtick is that he keeps his identity anonymous, mysterious comes with the territory. Besides, I quite like that we're both mysterious. Price: Then why are you staring at him so intensely? Python, shamelessly: Have you seen the man? He's HOT. Price: ... what?

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A/N: In case it isn't entirely clear, because it's written a little weirdly (my fault), Ghost and Python's "rivalry" is one-sided. Ghost is terribly irritated by Python and Python's just annoying him for shits and giggles. Also yes, Python is the one that falls first (though he hasn't yet fallen in love, he just thinks Ghost is hot).

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A Date? No, a Hang-Out

MINORS & AGELESS BLOGS, DO NOT INTERACT!!

A/N: If this is the first post of Python's series that you're seeing, read this masterlist first to get the full context.

"Have breakfast with me."

Python paused in the middle of wiping the sweat off his tatted arms, both him and Ghost finished with a workout at the base gym. He stared at the man who had managed to worm his way past Python's defenses enough to become Python's gym buddy for the past month.

"What?" Python asked, wanting to make sure he had heard Ghost correctly.

Surely he couldn't have heard Ghost asking him to have breakfast with him, right?

Ghost didn't seem amused by Python asking him to repeat himself but he merely huffed in annoyance before leaning forward, as if that would make Python hear him better.

"Have breakfast with me," he repeated before adding, "Please. You can't keep avoiding eating with us."

Python's eyebrows furrowed beneath his mask and balaclava and he was about to reply when Ghost interrupted him.

"You said you were going to try trusting us. Don't worry, I won't make you eat breakfast with me in the mess hall, yet. Today, we'll just take it back to the barracks with us."

Python could just tell Ghost was smug underneath his own mask and balaclava. Somehow, despite not even knowing what Ghost looked like, he could just see the smirk that must've been on Ghost's face in his mind's eye.

He was silent for a few seconds before rolling his eyes. "Fine, I'll get breakfast and take it to the barracks," he answered. "But you better not look at me while we're eating."

"Scouts' honor," Ghost said with a chuckle, giving Python a little salute.

"You were a boys scout?" Python's curiosity piqued at that, despite his insistence to himself to still have Ghost at a distance.

Ghost shook his head, the two of them walking out of the base gym to go to the mess hall. "No, I couldn't afford the fee to get into the boys scouts." He let the heaviness that came with his honesty before turning to glance at Python. "Did you do the boys scouts program?"

Python turned his head away to look at the woods that surrounded the base before looking back at Ghost. "Nah, I've always hated the wilderness."

It was something new, something personal that he told Ghost. The first personal thing he had ever told Ghost.

"Hate the wilderness?" Ghost asked, puzzled because he had never met anyone who didn't like nature. "How can you hate nature?"

"I just do."

Python's words were clipped and the facial scar beneath his mask pulsed with phantom pain, reminding him of the day he got the scar. His hands rolled into fists at the reminder before he then took a deep breath, uncurling his fingers.

Their trip to the mess hall and then the barracks was in silence, Ghost knowing that Python didn't feel like talking more.

They both got to the mess hall and got their food rather quickly. They then headed towards the barracks, heading inside to find it empty of everyone else in the 141.

Python's lips quirked into a smirk beneath his mask as he saw it was only the two of them. "You know, if you wanted to go on a breakfast date with me, you could've said it was a date. Didn't have to browbeat me into it by saying it was for building the trust between us," he teased as he sat at the table in the corner of the barracks.

Ghost rolled his eyes, frowning beneath his own mask as he took in the way Python slipped back into his dodgy attitude he had before. Seemed to him like it was a defense mechanism, which was interesting.

He sat at the table as well, purposefully sitting next to Python so he was in his personal space just to get him back for the tease. "It's not a date," he replied, leaning forward to pull up his balaclava just enough so he could eat. "We're just hanging out, sharing breakfast together and bonding as teammates."

"You tell yourself that, Ghost. But one day, you'll admit that this was a our first date."

Python took off his hard-plated mask so he could roll up his balaclava enough to eat, causing Ghost to look away so he could honor Python's wishes about not watching him eat.

"Wait, first date?" Ghost was perplexed at that specific phrasing. He took a bite of his food. "As in there'll be many more dates?"

Python chuckled and smirked, happy that Ghost couldn't see his smirk since he was so kindly looking away. "Of course, you're going to be hooked and need to keep coming back for more dates with me." He took a bite of food on his fork and started eating.

Ghost briefly glanced at Python, making sure to just look at the upper part of his face which was still covered by the balaclava. "Cocky bastard," he grumbled playfully.

"You're cocky too, if Soap is to be believed." Python chuckled. "He said that you told him that you were "quite the opposite" when he asked you if you were ugly underneath the mask."

"And I stand by that." Ghost could barely focus on anything other than the fact that Python had chuckled, a chuckle with actual amusement. "I'm not ugly under here."

Python ate another bite. "So we're both cocky bastards."

"I suppose we are, Python. I suppose we are."

They both kept eating their breakfast and talking until they both finished and had their masks and balaclava properly on again. Python went to get up so he could come with to take their trays back to the mess hall, but Ghost settled his hand on Python's shoulder.

His touch doesn't make my skin crawl, Python thought to himself, confused at the revelation.

"I'll take your tray back with mine, stay here," Ghost murmured, his brown eyes soft after their little banter. He squeezed Python's shoulder before pulling away to grab Python's tray and stack it on top of his. "We have little time until the rest of the 141 come back to the barracks, might as well enjoy the peace. Especially since Soap most likely will barrage you with questions about workout tips when he comes."

"Okay," Python found himself saying, still in a daze from how warm Ghost's hand was on his shoulder. He cleared his throat. "You're right, Soap will be his talkative self when he gets back. I don't know why he wants to get even bigger, he's already strong enough for the military."

Ghost chuckled and shrugged before leaving the barracks.

Python stared at where Ghost was, his heart still racing from the touch. Realization that he was starting to grow softer, to fall for Ghost hit him like a ton of bricks.

He reached up to massage his temple through the balaclava. "Here I was thinking Ghost would be the one hooked and coming back for more dates," he murmured humorlessly to himself.

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A/N: Half of this was me winging it. I never have a set plan for my posts. I'm just glad I finally got back to writing these two, even if I'm not entirely happy with it.

This is the moment Python fell first and I think that's funny.

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[the-whispers-of-death]

Python with a Naga reader?

Maybe he gets lost in a jungle and finds a very long, sleepy(and muscular) Naga man

-💬

Python was lost and with no way to contact the 141, he knew that very clearly. They had all been separated when a mission went awry, all of them forced to run off in separate directions. His radio was useless, only thing he could hear when he tried it was static, his map was nowhere to be found.

All he had was his sidearm and his medical bag.

But at least he wasn't lost in a forest, because then he'd have to worry about bears and he was terrified of bears.

So he trudged on, knowing his situation definitely could be worse. As he was walking, he tripped over something long and large.

He fell onto the jungle floor, grunting loudly as he hit the ground. He managed to push himself up onto his hands and knees, turning around to see what he had tripped over.

"Holy shit," he murmured, his eyes widening underneath his black balaclava and mask. He was staring at a sleeping Naga, a real-life Naga.

He had heard countless of myths about the divine beings but to see one with his own eyes? Well, he surely must be fucked, considering he tripped on a Naga.

His panic increased when he saw you waking up and he scrambled to be out of reach. "Shit, I'm so sorry. I was walking, I didn't see you, and I tripped," he blurted out. "I'm so sorry, please don't kill me!"

You rubbed your head, blinking your bleary eyes open wide to chase away the sleepiness. You managed a small, warm smile. "It's okay, accidents happen."

"You... You're not mad?" He asked, his suspicions rising on instinct.

"I'm not mad, though you do seem lost," you said, unfurling and slithering upwards until you were fully upright.

Python nodded, his eyes on you. He couldn't believe you were real, and hot. "Yeah, I'm lost."

Your forked tongue flicked out, smelling for any predators nearby. When you were sure there were no predators, you said, "I'll take you to my cave, since the sun is setting. It's better than you roaming around all night, not knowing where to go. I also have some maps you can use."

"Okay."

Python was wary of you, of course he was. But he also didn't like his chances if he decided to fight you or run. So he settled for following after you, watching you slither to the direction of your cave.

Yeah, the 141 definitely weren't going to believe this when he reunited with them.