#garrison

[sgt-garrison]

(Open RP! Slasher!AU Garrison, non canon ofc)

This place could be called plenty of things.

The disaster of Tallahassee could be one. The Haunt of Tallahassee. The tragedy of Tallahassee.

To Garrison, it was his home. His real home.

He had his ways of making ends meet out here. He’d hide his face, clean up his clothes from time to time. Civilians never seemed to know the difference between a poor man on the street and himself, which made it easier for him to get essentials when the time called for it.

They’d never know he was the haunt at that old warehouse that crumbled all those years ago. The reason that every time some young college kids would run up there, they’d go missing. No trace of their existence.

The tragedy was hard on everyone. 30 soldiers having been buried and burned under the rubble. Reports say they could only recover 5 of the bodies, and only 2 could be properly identified. The families were destroyed. They’d never recover.

But Garrison.

Garrison was doing just fine.

Amongst the rubble, he had 25 men to protect and watch over. Maybe they were some lazy assholes who laid around all day.. but they were his. His troop. His people.

And so when you came.. just to poke your head around and see the wreckage.

Well, he couldn’t just leave his men unprotected.

[jeanzoriley-cod]

🔥 Thomas givin’ you any trouble?

*She snorted and shook her head.* No, he can barely look at me wit'out lookin' like he's goin' ta piss his pants.

[lazarus-afterdark]

Lazarus was going to have a fucking good day if it killed him.

He had so much prep in his step when he woke up, but his mood was instantly ruined when the coffee machine broke. He really should just make his own at this point. He tried using the kettle but some of the Brits apparently heard of the tea debate and basically kicked him out. At least Sue had mercy and shared her horrid coffee kimchi, so he had some caffeine in his system even if it came at the cost of his taste buds. And then of course because of his poor circulation and the lack of heat he normally got from his morning brew; while he was scrambling about every, movement decided to rub against that scar, which decided to be an asshole and give him a fun amount of phantom pain today. Then when he went into the workshop he made the mistake of taking out his phone, and instantly someone tripped knocking the phone out of his hands and dropped a fucking engine on his phone. After thoroughly scolding that person, he was lucky enough to find that his phone was still functional, if completely cracked. Wolf, his second in command, was sick so he had to spend a full hour finding someone else who could take over managing the workshop while he was out. Then when he decided to recheck the upgrades he made on his motorcycle, he somehow found a freshly installed spring had broken, and while he was replacing that he got sprayed with engine oil. And then when he went to pick from his hibiscus flower patch, he found the leaves were covered in fungus ruining any plans he had for gifting those out making them into a fresh iced tea. He settled for heading home and using dried hibiscus flowers and junk he had in his fridge to make something instead. And on his way over to Garrison's, he got caught up by Mactavish which ended with the leather jacket he was wearing smelling like jerky, at least his gift bag survived the journey. 11:58. Fuck he was planning to arrive earlier and show off but it was better then nothing. Dressed in a leather jacket lightly burnt, black slacks somewhat torn, his hair burnt at the edges though an attempt was made to style it, and a dab of motor oil on his cheek he had missed — he gathered his nerves and knocked on Garrison's door.

@sgt-garrison

[fennecfiree]

on my period i wanna die so projecting my period cramps onto mr garrison

[k1ance-a-lot]

Happy julance 💙

[ltc-skid]

S’refreshin’ t’see n’nother good ol’ boy ‘round here, LT.

🔥 @sgt-garrison

Can agree with ya’ there, Sergeant. How ya been?

[mushed-kid]

if i was in keiths class in the garrison i wouldve hated him i mean yeah we get it youre good and this is boring to you but if youd fucked around and gotten ME three weekends of drills i woulde been on his throat like a noose

[reapers-remorse]

Here’s some more shots for yall~

Next session will include Military Police emblem as well as a go over and expansion of the upper arm. We still have a couple of more sessions to go on the entire thing. The hand is dead last.

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Tattoo artist: Mister French (California Tattoo)

[jeanzoriley-cod]

Y’ready for that smoke, Jeanz?

-🔥

Good, lord am I. I'm gonna claw my eyeballs out wit' all this damn paperwork. *She stands up from her desk and stretches till her back pops, giving him a grin.* Lead tha way, some fresh air will do me some good.

[lazarus-afterdark]

(Let's Gooooo Booooooooooooooooooyyyyyyyyyysss we stay WINNNING!!!!!!)

[fennecfiree]

Look at what my friend made me guys

[walrusi]

some lassos of garys (bottom row) and associated acts

[w4atb33]

[agoodcartoon]

badass, actually

[aryburn-trains]

Eastbound MTA train of two Budd RDC-1s about to pass under the Bear Mountain bridge in New York's Hudson valley, December 24, 1976.