#jalal el fassi

[l3r40l]

in the light of recent events

[ojiisan01]

Thank you for buying me a coffee 💖💖💖

[miuyuki-snowfall]

"Lead by example and the mountain will move." — Kaid

Jalal El Fassi (Arabic: جلال الفاسي), codenamed Kaid (pronounced "Kah-ed"), is a Defending Operator featured in Tom Clancy's Rainbow Six Siege. He was introduced in the Operation Wind Bastion expansion alongside Nomad.

Small sketch of his in-game Symbol above

Drawing of the April fools skin/Kaid's every bunny skin

[kiruuuuu]

Kiru's Advent Calendar, Day 12📏

Today is one of the ships I've always wanted to write, one for which I've inexplicably not seen any content whatsoever (and I don't understand, to me they seem perfect). Also please note that according to Siege, 'Kaid' means commander - Oryx isn't in some delusional one-sided relationship 😆 (Kaid/Oryx, Rating E, smut/spanking, ~2.1k words)

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Never before has Saif been in a room that disclosed its usual occupant so readily: every piece of furniture is placed with great deliberation, there is no speck of dust visible, and the chamber carries itself with a grave solemnity so befitting its owner. Dark wood is finely ornamented, the mosaics are precise things of beauty, the pillars elegant and free of decoration. It is an office fit for a leader, functional yet impressive, made to instil a sense of awe while not unnecessarily drawing the eye.

Though Saif wishes for something to rest his gaze on, anything to distract his mind from the scrutiny of the one person whose favour he seeks. His feet are half-sunken into the atypical thick rug right in front of the heavy desk from which he’s been welcomed a minute ago, ordered to stand where he now stands. He stares straight ahead though his hairs strain upwards, outwards in the direction of the threat circling him. He’s too aware of the other man’s presence despite his nearly soundless pacing.

“Tell me, how long have you been with us?”

Sharp words cause his ears to twitch. A rhetorical question, no doubt his Kaid knows every detail about all the students he oversees. “Seven months, one week and three days”, Saif replies evenly. He’s counted the days ever since the Fortress doors finally swallowed him, counted them in anticipation of being spat out again, deemed unpalatable. So far, he’s been lucky, but every visit to this very office causes his stomach to sink. A small voice prophesies this time, he’ll throw you out whenever he climbs the stairs, his feet heavy as rocks.

Jalal El Fassi steps into his field of vision, a tall, imposing figure. His gaze, too, is unwavering and bores a hole into Saif’s skull with disapproval. This time, it’s serious. “And how many days did you starve yourself to be accepted? Knelt outside, let your body rust, let your mind wither, let your reflexes decay? How long did you beg, like a desperate lover, how much time did you waste?”

He barely raises his voice, doesn’t need to. Saif resists the urge to shrink away from the harsh judgement and lies: “I don’t know.” He knows exactly how many hours it was. As of yet, he cannot ascertain how many of those have been in vain.

His Kaid is silent, straightens a pen on the polished surface of his desk, rights a paperweight before closing his fingers around a long, wooden ruler. Saif catches himself watching his fingers but quickly reverts back to his indifferent stare, worried El Fassi might notice. Not that he requested Saif doesn’t look at him, but… it seems appropriate. It feels like the respectful thing to do.

“You broke how many of his bones?” The other man slips out of his cone of vision once more, like a tiger. Just as dangerous.

Saif’s breaths turn shallower. Some idiotic, unfounded hope had remained that he wouldn’t have to answer for his actions, that he’d be commended for his outstanding performance instead. He’s suddenly cold, almost shivers as he recalls the familiar sound of having gone too far. “Three”, he says quietly. When something brushes against his naked arm, he jumps, sharply sucks in some air but it’s just the ruler, its edge an unmistakeable message. His Kaid wants precision, not euphemisms, so he amends: “Three broken bones, two fractures.”

The object disappears again, apparently satisfied. El Fassi is behind him and must sense his discomfort yet neither of them move. Around them, the air is perfectly still.

When he opens his mouth once more, begins to justify himself, the flat side is touched to his flesh, silencing him in favour of El Fassi’s probing: “Did he deserve it?”

It’s deliberate, Saif understands immediately, instinctively, his mind latching on to what little common sense he has left when recalling the event – yet there’s a fire too, flames licking at his thoughts, singeing them and tarnishing them with soot. He did, they spell out, and more. Fingers twitching, he opens his mouth in defiance as long as the white hot rage hasn’t had a chance to settle in yet, expects his lips to form the answer capable of saving his soul, of preserving what he worked so hard to achieve, and what comes out instead, to his horror, is an emotionally laden: “He shouldn’t have -”

With a loud thwack, the ruler is brought down on his upper arm, making him yelp in surprise and shy away. It stings without really hurting, the surprise worse than the brief pain. But what’s worse is the following rush of adrenaline, the brief surge of blood racing through his entire body, the rise in temperature. His heart is suddenly pounding hard enough to render him light-headed and instant shame colours his cheeks.

What sort of reaction is this?

Regardless, he refuses to learn his lesson, face burning with the injustice of it all, and he tries again: “He did not deserve the broken bones, no. But what he said, when he insulted -”

This time, his throat fails to contain the pitiful choked noise his body aches to release when he’s hit again, on the other arm. He wishes the ground would swallow him up, not just because he seems unable to forgive against which he already retaliated disproportionately, but also because he’s noticing more and more misplaced excitement bubbling up in him, utterly inappropriate and deeply shameful. This is his Kaid, the one person he respects the most on this entire earth, his mentor, teacher, commander, the one deciding his future. He shouldn’t have this kind of reaction to him, let alone around him, and yet he can’t help the rising arousal.

“I value your presence”, El Fassi seeks to soothe the injury, oblivious to Saif’s misfortune, “and I see great potential in you. Many lack your determination, though it is notable they make up for it in discipline. An aspect you have yet to master.”

His hands are balled into fists and he prays to his God that the other man remain where he is as to not discover the state he’s in. “I’m sorry, Kaid”, he grits out, defiance defeated by an overwhelming abundance of emotions. “I will try.”

“You will do”, booms El Fassi and somehow this, too, exacerbates the situation, awakens a beast inside Saif thirsting to be tamed, ready to roll over at every command.

And yet there’s a part of him refusing to comply, a part responsible for a mere repetition of his assertion: “… I will try.”

An audible gasp escapes him on the next impact of wood on skin, his lower abs twitching in response. Why must he tempt the demon so, why does he risk exposure? When his Kaid lets him hear quiet footsteps, he begins trembling, endeavours to hide his excitement by shifting his legs though he fears to draw even more attention. He cannot meet El Fassi’s gaze, not filled with impure thoughts like this. He barely dares to blink. The blood beneath his skin is roaring, leaving him dizzy.

There is a prolonged silence which itches underneath his skin, causes it to prickle uncomfortably. No doubt, he must have seen.

“Perhaps you require a refresher on what discipline entails. I would be happy to oblige.” His voice betrays nothing.

Did he notice? Did he see?

“Pull down your trousers and your underwear.”

Saif nearly chokes on nothing, his eyes flick over to an impassive face still wearing a stoic expression as if it’d been an ordinary request, but his body is set aflame. This can’t be. Anticipation constricts his chest and fills the space between his legs.

“You may refuse, of course, if you deem such measures unnecessary.”

His shaky hands move on their own, the disbelief over his Kaid’s words not yet processed in the slightest though where his brain limps, the rest of him soars. Humiliation burns low in his belly, dread about possible consequences yet somehow the negative roiling merely brightens the excitement. He dares not speak a word for fear of breaking this spell, interrupting whatever has taken hold of the other man.

“Brace on my desk, Saif.”

Though it’s been in many mouths, hearing his name spoken in this context bestows it with more significance than ever. Makes it personal. This is about him, his Kaid is doing this to him and no second after he’s leaned forward and pressed his palms to the smooth surface does the first proper hit land.

It’s sharp, radiant, spreads through every cell in his body for less than a heartbeat and then he’s left with nothing but a dull ache. El Fassi’s precision is unmatched, he hit the centre of his behind directly, struck one buttock right in the middle. The sensation is terrifying in its intensity and Saif does not know whether he hopes for this to continue till eternity or to cease immediately.

Thwack.

His Kaid is not holding back. The force is remarkable, the pain it awards cumulative the more he maltreats one and the same spot. The tears gathering in the corners of Saif’s eyes feel like pinpricks, the act of crying as much of a punishment as the rest is. As if presenting his bare arse wasn’t demeaning enough.

Thwack.

Saif lets out a shuddering breath. When he holds the air in, each hit does not hurt as much.

Thwack.

He’s losing count on the eighth hit (or the ninth?). Focusing on anything but the throbbing ache, the aching lust coupled with an overbearing, deep-rooted shame is getting impossible, his mind is filled with nothing but the wish to survive. His nails are scraping over polished wood. One tear has rolled down his nose and dropped onto the ornate rug, being absorbed and disappearing immediately.

Thwack.

Noises are inevitable. He whimpers on every impact, attempts to squirm away from the merciless hits abusing sensitive skin without moving his hands or feet. They are glued to their respective spots. He feels hot, unbearably hot, his entire upper body must be flushed.

Thwack.

Helplessly, he stares down at the root of all evil, hanging swollen and heavy between his legs. Not once does the thought enter his mind to touch himself, it somehow seems a line he will not cross unprompted and yet the pleasure increases, despite lack of direct stimulation. He’s betrayed by his own body, this pulsing, throbbing piece of flesh craving every little bit of pain. He’s certain he could finish within seconds if he used his hand.

Thwack.

Grasp on reality waning, he bites his cheek to try and hold on to something. He’s in blind agony, legs threatening to give in, throat hoarse from badly suppressing groans. His posture has suffered, forehead almost resting on clenched fists, allowing him to witness as one clear, sticky droplet breaks off and falls to the ground. His face is wet from all the tears he’s shed and yet this drop is of a different kind, a testament to his perversion.

A loud voice yanks him back into the present, forcing him to sober up enough to remember where he is: “You’ve had enough.”

Light-headed, he attempts to right himself and stumbles, appreciates the hand grabbing his to ensure his balance before it lets go again. After his eyes are able to focus again, he dresses, wincing as fabric is pulled over sore skin. Bright pain remains at the forefront of his mind and still he recognises the darkness in El Fassi’s gaze as a reflection of his own desire – a piece of information he is unable to process for now.

“Do not harm another student again. Or this will be the last private conversation between us, Saif. …I trust you understand the implications.”

His head is swimming and all he manages is a dumb nod. He understands, yes. Understands that he might have a new incentive to practice self control. Something his Kaid might be able to assist him with.

Disregarding his apparent inability to speak, El Fassi steps much closer to place a surprisingly warm hand on top of his head, the gesture accompanied by a thumb brushing over his scalp in an almost affectionate gesture, something Saif has never before seen him perform. “Do not disappoint me”, comes the gentle reminder right before he’s ushered out of the office, ending up disorientated, pining for release of any kind and grimacing in pain in the hallway outside.

He’s not sure why his heart is pounding so keenly, whether it is overwhelming relief over getting another chance or something else entirely. What he does know is that he needs to get his unbridled rage under control, and soon.

[representativecharacters]

Character: Jalal El Fassi/Kaid

From: Rainbow Six: Siege

Representation: Moroccan 

Their Importance: Kaid is the most authorative figure in the game, with many people respecting him upon first glance.

Issues: He's another character that has no friends/companions, losing everyone he loves when he dedicated his life to restoring the fortress from the game.

Thanks to @cieladrienne-jpg​ for the write up!

[unis-trash-stash]

I just remembered how tall Kaid is so yeah

[charg3e]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/24852028/chapters/60120304

Eyyy first fic :D

Im gonna die now

[richieaiken]

weird flex but ok

[l3r40l]

Siegetober: days 17-20

[ojiisan01]

Sorry for not draw anything lately

[1morey]

Jalal “Kaid” El Fassi (Rainbow Six: Siege)- 6′5″

Lady Dimitrescu (Resident Evil: Village)- 9′6″

[mollo-writings]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Tom Clancy’s Rainbow Six (Video Games) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Sanaa “Nomad” El Maktoub/Apha “Aruni” Tawanroong Characters: Sanaa “Nomad” El Maktoub, Apha “Aruni” Tawanroong, Jalal “Kaid” El Fassi, Ngũgĩ Muchoki “Wamai” Furaha, Lera “Finka” Melnikova Additional Tags: Teasing, soft, pinned down, Blushing, Slightly embarrassed, Fluff, Aruni is a teasing machine, Nomad is a useless lesbian Summary:

After a successful mission against the white masks in Morocco a group of operators stay at the fortress for a day or two to rest a bit.

Nomad is one of those operators and after a rather interesting talk with Kaid her girlfriend, Aruni have some questions for her …

Hey ! Just another fic inspired by a fanart made by @lambcru1997 go ckeck her work !

[ask-team-rainbow]

R6 2020 New Year Motivational Messages (Defender’s Edition)

//Sorry this is a little late! Tumblr hated me for a little bit during New Years, but I still managed to get this all done!! Here’s the other half of the operator motivational messages for 2020~ I hope that all of you achieve your goals during the new year! I love you all so much, and I want to thank each and every one of you for supporting this blog and giving me a space to creatively write and enjoy the fandom in a new but fun environment.

-Writer for AskTeamRainbow

“If there’s a will, there’s a way. You’ll find yours.” -James Porter

“Find something you’re good at, something you like. Stick with it, and who knows? Maybe you can make a career out of it.” -Mark Chandar

“The easiest mistake anyone can make is underestimating themselves. Don’t ever doubt your own abilities.” -Miles Campbell

“Don’t stress about not knowing what you want to do. Sometimes the best thing you can do is step back, take a break, and come back to a situation with fresh eyes.” -Jack Estrada

“Don’t ever forget who you are, or change yourself for the sake of someone else. Nothing is more important than staying true to yourself.” -Dominic Brunsmeier

“Don’t forget to take care of yourself before you take care of others. You can’t help anyone if you aren’t at your best.” -Marius Streicher

“Be the keeper of peace. Don’t resort to violence, and show others a better path. Let us build bridges, not burn them to the ground.” -Gustave Kateb

“Trust in yourself. Trust that you can do whatever you set your mind to. Trust that no matter what happens, you’ll always get back up and stand tall. Trust that in the end, you’ll thrive.” -Julien Nizan

“Don’t just watch. Listen, touch, feel, use all of resources to understand what is before you. Then, use that to conquer any challenge.” -Maxim Basuda

“Mastery of anything comes from lots of experience. The more you practice, the more you evolve.” -Alexsandr Senaviev

“Patience yields focus. Never rush in any endeavor, or else you may miss an important key to your success.” -Tina Lin Tsang

“Keep your eyes on the prize. You’’ll get to your goal as long as you keep pushing forward.” -Meghan J. Castellano

“Stand proud and don’t take anyone’s bullshit.” -Taina Pereira

“Be proactive, always search for new ways to solve problems. Keeps the mind sharp and makes you intriguing to those around you.” -Masaru Enatsu

“Look in the mirror and smile bright! You’ll see the true meaning of beautiful.” -Elena Alvarez

“Do not let anyone’s words hurt you. Show them that they will never get the best of you and beat them at their own game.” -Liu Tze Long

“Open your mind to new possibilities. Let your imagination flow.” -Elżbieta Bosak

“Others may not see you, but that does not make you invisible. You just haven’t found the perfect person who can see you for you. Don’t try to force relationships, whatever they may be. It may end up changing you for the worst.” -Chul Kyung Hwa

“Don’t stress yourself out and feel like you have to be in three places at once. That’s how you get yourself hurt.” -Aria de Luca

“You are a shining star, the brightest out of any of the ones in the sky. You are brilliant, unique, and beautiful in your own ways. Don’t ever let anyone take that spark of life from you.” -Adriano Martello

“If you want to fight for something you believe in, the first step is to be confident in yourself. If you aren’t confident in what you’re fighting for, how can others follow?” -Morowa Evans

“Be the strongest by knowing when to stand your ground and when to back down. Every single one of you has the potential to lead others down a more peaceful path. Let us change the world together.” -Jalal El Fassi

“If you’re always cooped up indoors, try taking a trip outside! Go around your neighborhood, take a little drive, go explore! Life’s too short to be inside 24/7. Always outside and adventuring alone? Find a friend to join you! Take them out and show them the fun in the world.” -Max Goose

“You’ve all got spirit. You may not see it, but believe me when I say it’s there. Your spirits are incredible. Share your spark with others, and you might be surprised to see who else may share that same spark you have.” -Collinn McKinley

“With each new year comes new possibilities for change. Should something be changed? Will it? Let’s all make changes together, and better the world one step at a time.” -César Ruiz Hernández

“Don’t be afraid to take the plunge into something new. You may very well like it more than you thought.” -Ngũgĩ Muchoki Furaha

[theubisoftgamer]

Chapters: 8/? Fandom: Tom Clancy's Rainbow Six (Video Games) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Tori "Gridlock" Tallyo Fairous & Max "Mozzie" Goose, Elena "Mira" Maria Álvarez/Emmanuelle "Twitch" Pichon, Dominic "Bandit" Brunsmeier/Elias "Blitz" Kötz, Adriano "Maestro" Martello/Aria "Alibi" de Luca, Tori "Gridlock" Tallyo Fairous/Meghan "Valkyrie" Castellano Characters: Max "Mozzie" Goose, Tori "Gridlock" Tallyo Fairous, Six (Rainbow Six: Siege), Eliza "Ash" Cohen, Miles "Castle" Campbell, Jack "Pulse" Estrada, Jordan "Thermite" Trace, Mike "Thatcher" Baker, James "Smoke" Porter, Mark "Mute" Chandar, Seamus "Sledge" Cowden, Alexsandr "Tachanka" Senaviev, Maxim "Kapkan" Basuda, Timur "Glaz" Glazkov, Shuhrat "Fuze" Kessikbayev, Lera "Finka" Melnikova, Gustave "Doc" Kateb, Emmanuelle "Twitch" Pichon, Gilles "Montagne" Touré, Julien "Rook" Nizan, Olivier "Lion" Flament, Dominic "Bandit" Brunsmeier, Elias "Blitz" Kötz, Marius "Jäger" Streicher, Monika "IQ" Weiss, Chul Kyung "Vigil" Hwa, Grace "Dokkaebi" Nam, Craig "Blackbeard" Jenson, Meghan "Valkyrie" Castellano, Masaru "Echo" Enatsu, Yumiko "Hibana" Imagawa, Vicente "Capitão" Souza, Taina "Caveira" Pereira, Zofia Bosak, Elżbieta "Ela" Bosak, Morowa "Clash" Evans, Erik "Maverick" Thorn, Elena "Mira" Maria Álvarez, Ryad "Jackal" Ramírez Al-Hassar, Sanaa "Nomad" El Maktoub, Jalal "Kaid" El Fassi, Siu "Ying" Mei Lin, Liu "Lesion" Tze Long, Adriano "Maestro" Martello, Aria "Alibi" de Luca Additional Tags: Friendship, best mates, Slice of Life, Australia, Military, Best Friends, Background Relationships, Romance, Action/Adventure Summary:

A story compilation that I may or may not continue depending on how well it's perceived. Short stories of the two friends and their life together and interactions with the other Rainbow operators.

I can take suggestions too I guess.

[indieyorkie]

New Muse!

Background

Brought up in a wealthy Moroccan family, Sanaa “Nomad” El Maktoub travelled considerably at a young age, visiting Europe and North Africa, and dreaming about braving remote regions. She enlisted in the military at 19 and later joined the Groupe d'Intérvention de La Gendarmerie Royale (GIGR) after graduating from the legendary Fortress. She served 4 tours with the Mountain Infantry Battalion and took part in Flintlock exercises and joint missions with Trans-Saharan Counterterrorism Initiative partners. She became her unit’s expert on environmental operations.

Between tours, she undertakes solo expeditions. El Maktoub is among the few explorers who can cross the Sahara, climb up the Alps, trek through Asia’s rainforests, march along the Arctic Circle… and still return to her unit in operational shape. Rain or shine, desert or polar climates, she can walk through it all. Perceptive and resourceful, she’s an expert survivalist who sketches out her trips in her notebook.

Psychological Report

“Specialist Sanaa El Maktoub is constantly on the move, thus her codename, “Nomad.” The only time she stands still is when she’s sketching in her notebook, and following the recovery of her fingers no less. […] I think her privileged upbringing instilled her with a private need to succeed, pushing her to conquer mountains and terrains her parents never faced. She likely got accused of being soft in her childhood, and she’s set out ever since to disprove it. In her it’s created a world-class extreme environment expert whose reputation precedes her. […]

“Specialist El Maktoub possesses unmatched resilience to survive the elements, and her endurance is famous within military circles. In fact, the first time I encountered Specialist El Maktoub’s name was through a research paper about military fitness assessments. […]

“I can see why she’s invaluable to GIGR. She claims that anyone can develop her survivalist and planning skills with experience, but she’s being genuinely modest. Bragging seems antithetical to her and I think that it somehow diminishes her own sense of accomplishment when she has to talk about it. She certainly doesn’t do things the easy way… her drawing are her photographs. Truth be told, I’m envious of her spirit. […]

"First deployed to the Fortress at the start of her military career, she did extensive training under the leadership of Specialist Jalal El Fassi. It would be interesting to see them working together again under different circumstances. […]

"During her expeditions, she encountered a number of secluded cultures, like the Maasai in Kenya and the Nenets of Siberia. It’s resulted in self-taught skills in cultural diplomacy. While Rainbow Six recruits specialists from around the world, I’d guess no one else has seen as much of the world on their own as she has. And still, she wants to become the first woman to cross Antarctica, alone on foot. I have no doubt she can accomplish that, but I hope it doesn’t cost her more appendages. I privately worry that she considers such injuries a badge of honor and proof that she isn’t some spoiled rich girl.”

(Credit: Liquipedia)

On one of her solo missions, Sanaa lost her middle and ring finger located on her right hand to frostbite – she also has a small scar at the arch of her right eyebrow.

[pcgamesplay1]

First details for Rainbow Six Siege's next two operators revealed

The first of Rainbow Six Siege's new Moroccan operators has been revealed as Jalal "Kaid" El Fassi, a Defender whose natural leadership skills led to … source https://www.pcgamer.com/first-details-for-rainbow-six-sieges-next-characters-revealed/