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[best-lirik-lagu]

Lirik Lagu Setelah Sejauh Ini - MCPR Feat Eka Rock

[on-a-lucky-tide]

Simon hunts Nik. Nik toys with him.

cw: Nik gets off on being prey.

The wind whispered faintly past broken panes and rusted steel as Simon picked his way through the skeletal remains of the high-rise. Debris and shattered glass crunched underfoot, every step careful, calculated to leave no trace. Like a ghost.

The building he’d chosen was once a corporate tower, now a concrete husk, gutted and abandoned. No different to any other war-torn hellscape, except the vast majority of the city was still populated, even if the building itself was too fragile to trust as shelter. It offered the perfect vantage for Simon's purposes though; an unimpeded view of the fire exit at the back of the building opposite, and minimal risk of counter-sniper exposure.

He reached his chosen spot by stairwell, avoiding the elevator shaft, which gaped like an open wound through the building's spine. He cleared every landing as he went. The last thing he needed was some street kid hopping on his back and getting a knife to the gut. Room by room. Corner by corner. Cleaning house. Johnny would be proud, Simon thought wryly.

He built his nest in the remains of a corner office; half its outer wall gone, wind whipping tattered blinds over jagged concrete edges. Simon set his pack down silently, using his knee guard to shuffle some glass away from where he'd lay prone. He chucked out his thermal mat, laid out his MCPR-300, and aligned it with muscle memory. Scope caps off. Suppressor attached. Wind meter clipped to the edge of a twisted beam. As he hunkered down, his core bracing, knee lifting a little, he tilted his cheek inwards and surveyed the street.

The rifle's scope brought the street below into razor-sharp focus. Cars rusted in place. A burnt out bus near a derelict park. There were a few civilians wandering the street, but they'd vanish the moment the sun set. It was too dangerous to be out at night, when vicious monsters hid in shadows.

Given who he was hunting, he updated his mental map of the operation: hostile QRF likely. He'd taken leave for this. Couldn't get the idea out of his head. The niggling feeling under his ribs that he had to do something. Anything. The only tools he had were violence and death, so that was where he had settled.

He stabilised his position, using his backpack as a makeshift tripod, and hunkered down for the wait. A spotting scope lay beside him, laser rangefinder synced to his wrist display. Heart rate: steady, despite a subtle tremor in the back of his mind. Breathing: shallow, controlled. He was built for this.

He watched. And he waited.

Eventually, the door opened as he had predicted. A tall, familiar figure with jet black hair stepped into the street. He wasn't in his trademark flight suit, nor the brown leather jacket Simon had become accustomed to over the last year and a half since the task force had formed. He was in a sharp black suit; no tie, gold chain glinting in the dark curls of his chest hair. Simon's tongue flicked out over his lower lip, catching the worn material of his mask. The bastard was so bloody arrogant.

The easy swagger was still there. The way he walked with his hips first, his shoulders back, like he owned the fuckin' place. Knowing Nikolai, he probably did. But it was harder, meaner. The broad, jovial grin he wore for Laswell and Price was gone. The man taking up the end of Simon's scope looked as austere and dangerous as any Russian mobster. And that was the truth of it, weren't it? That was why Simon was here. He'd seen through Nik to the reality of him. He was bad fuckin' news. Price didn't realise, not yet, but Simon would open his eyes.

Simon jammed his ear piece in and tapped the green icon on his phone. He watched Nik reach inside his jacket, the cross hairs hovering over his head, and the international dial tone cut short as he answered. "Da?"

"Bang."

Simon wasn't sure what he expected. Shock? Panic? Stupid, really. He should have known better. The smirk that uncurled over Nik's face was infuriating, and Simon's finger pressed hard above the trigger guard. "Lieutenant," Nik said, "how did you get this number?"

"State secret." Simon tried not to let the fact that Nik had identified him by a single syllable get under his skin.

"Of course." Nik was scoping out his perimeter. Simon could see his eyes scanning the streets, the doorways. "Can I buy you dinner?"

"Where? We're in a bloody warzone."

Nik rolled his shoulders in a shrug. "You know already where my Black Hawk is parked. Allow me to take us somewhere more... suitable."

Simon ground his teeth. It irked him that Nik wasn't more... alarmed. "'m not 'im, not so easily charmed, Nikolai. Came to warn you off."

"Warn me off?"

Simon swallowed. Hard. He drew in a slow breath; measured, so that Nik couldn't hear the tremor. "He's mine. I don' like sharin'. Never 'ave."

"I see." Nik was looking at the rooftops now, but his posture remained casual, relaxed. Like he didn't much mind being at the end of a sniper's scope. Like his life didn't balance in Simon's palm. "Is he aware of your claim?"

The true answer sat in the pause before Simon growled. "Don't matter."

"So that is no."

"Soon as he finds out what you are, really... You put on the act. Loyal pilot. But yer standin' there in yer posh suit, sellin' guns to people who'll use 'em on us later. Yer a crook, not even worth the shit on his shoe."

Nik huffed a laugh. His gaze turned towards Simon's building. "He has known me for twenty years. He knows what I do, who I sell to. He has seen me in all states of dress, and..." Nik's eyes travelled up the building and drilled right down the channel of Simon's scope as he said the next word, "...undress."

Simon's breath caught in his throat. His hesitation was like blood in the water to a shark. It was impossible for Nik to see him at this distance, but Simon felt pinned by those dark eyes none the less.

"Does it bother you, lieutenant? That he knows all of me and yet still opens his heart and his legs for me."

"Shut up..."

"Do you worry that if he were to know all of you, he would not do the same?"

"Shut the fuck up."

"Or perhaps, you are worried he would."

Simon's heart felt like it was trying to fight its way out of his plate carrier. The way Nik damn purred down the phone, his low voice unhurried, almost playful. Simon shifted his finger and for a heartbeat he was going to do it. Spread the contents of Nik's brain over that fire exit door.

Nik's eyes never moved, his posture relaxed, his smile light. He was damn handsome, with his dark stubble and broad shoulders. The way he took up the space around him, completely at ease in a devastated city riddled with the worst criminals, targeted by the scope of a veteran SAS sniper. "Are you still there, lieutenant?"

"Could do it and no one would ever know."

"If you were going to kill me, you would have done it the moment I left the building. You could not do that to him. You are too loyal. Sweet, like a puppy."

Simon hated that he was right. Again. "You ever get tired lookin' over your shoulder all the time?"

"I realised a long time ago that I did not have to look over my shoulder for my enemy's next move if I controlled the board."

"Don't seem like you do this time."

"The pawn is not privy to the strategy of the player."

"You arrogant cunt."

Nik's smile broadened. "You feel my confidence is unearned?"

Simon chewed on the inside of his cheek, shifted his hips against the gravel. Fuck, was that a...? Christ. Every year he found new levels of 'fucked in the head' to sink to. "Yeah."

"Hm. Shall we find out?"

No way. No fuckin' way did that bastard hang up. Simon watched him kiss the damn phone and wave it in Simon's direction before tucking it in his jacket. And then he walked away. Simon's hand creaked on the grip of his rifle and he seethed into his wrist.

He punched the concrete three times after pushing up from his chest, and then dropped his head into his stinging palm. Fuck. Fuck.

***

Nik dropped into the driver's seat of the low profile sedan he had rented for the occasion and groaned. His hand slid down his belly and over his belt to grasp the hard bulge of his cock, squeezing longingly. "Blyat..."

Simon was a wild thing. Barely tamed. Nik had taken a gamble and it had paid off, while confirming everything he had deduced since first encountering John's stoic lieutenant. The encounter had left Nik a little breathless with want. Simon was begging to be brought to bear; his gnashing teeth, his barking, it was all a show. A challenge.

Nik tapped the ignition and shifted the car into first, adjusting the rearview mirror to capture the building where the eagle had made his nest.

It would take patience, but Nik would have Simon as well as John. They yearned for each other anyway, trapped by and fearful of the parts of themselves they saw as broken. They were raw, vulnerable, so desperate to feel safe, to let their guard down and have someone take control. They just needed guiding in the right direction. By winter, Nik would have them both on their knees at his feet.

[fic-heaven]

Fangs (Gus x reader)

Chapter 1. Calvary is here.

[Master list]

Slight gore/ s#xual tension

-Your team is assigned to rescue a valuable contact, things take an ugly turn. The annoying tension between you and Ghost had accompanied you for a very long time, long enough to realize there's someone else paying close attention to you.

You dreamt of mangled skin and blood dripping from your mouth.

Even in the darkness of the room you could taste it. You knew it wasn't real but you could still feel it's texture, the smell and the pained screams of Hassan Zyani. You can feel the weight of Soap's stare as he allows you to go wild ripping the terrorist quite literally to shreds with your own hands and tee, your lieutenant and mentor, Ghost, overlooking at the scene with the visor of his MCPR-300 until he decides to break the silence with a dry "target neutralized."

He was meant to take the killing shot.

Ghost was meant to kill Hassan when the terrorist intended to throw a fatally wounded Johnny out the window, but it was you who after making it to the right floor grabbed Hassan throwing him to the side with force dislocating his shoulder in the process, and instead of using your handgun or your knife to give him the quick death you were trained to give, you took a much more personal approach with a crazed look in your eyes. You ended him by ripping his throat open with your teeth.

"Wake up, Hound. Come on."

His blood was everywhere, you were coated in it. Bathed in a pool of red with your turbulent mind darkened by a thin layer of feelings, confusion about what you did, utter rage because of what he had done and what he tried to do to Johnny, a war's baptism.

(Y/n) died on that building and something else took place. A wilder more primal part of that dead woman you used to be awakened within you.

"Hound."

That's how they started calling you since then. The hound, Price's loyal dog. All because you killed that bastard Hassan as if you were an animal sinking your fangs on your prey's neck.

Larger hands shake you awake by your shoulders, your eyes flutter open and you are quick to spot a giant skull mask glaring down at you.

"Mgh... My god, Simon... Can't you wake me with a kiss? Is this how you wake every lady you sleep with?"You joke referring to your quick nap in separate beds.

Your lieutenant gives you a nasty side-eye hiding his amusement while collecting your gear from the floor and throwing it your way. You catch it with a huff then you put it on as you look around the hotel room Laswell had rented for your unit to crash in while you waited for the backup to arrive so you could begin the mission. Ghost then growled "Not happening. Also don't spill your wishes out loud, Sargeant. I don't have t'remind ya that fraternizing with your lieutenant is strictly prohibited." Ghost hoarsely says looking at himself in the mirror from the vanity near the door. He's probably checking on the black paint around his eyes.

"But are we not allowed to get a boner out of thinking 'bout it, sir?"

"Touché." He clicks his tongue.

Ghost will never say it, but he fucking loves when you get this foxy out of nowhere, out of the lot of you, (aside from Johnny) you are the one who appreciates more his dark humour and he adores the way it perfectly fits yours.

You wheeze out a laugh and rush to meet him at the door of your shared room "Come on, LT. To deny our biological needs SHOULDN'T be a prohibition, don't ya think?"

Ghost snorts, you march down the hall, his bulky body eating up most of your field of view.

"Masturbation between teammates could be an amazing bonding exercise! Picture it!"

He gives you a glance "I can picture that alright..."

You smack his back grinning "No, no, but take this seriously. Imagine the captain-"

Ghost abruptly stops when you reach the stairs to the lower floor making you bump against his back, he turns around, slightly lowers himself to your level and carefully takes your hands with his to then lean in weirdly close.

"You just killed the magic with one word." That earned a laugh from you, he continued.

"Listen. Price, Gaz n' Soap are in the other room with the three other operators from SpecGru. Remember what I told ya?"

You sigh and put on your metallic facemask that resembled a dog's growling snout before listing: "Stay professional, keep a low profile and don't talk unless it's needed."

Ghost nods and you fix him a sassy smile under your mask "Since when did you decide to baby me?"

-"Since you ran yer fucking mouth and confirmed the rumours were true-"

-"That only happend once and I was drunk, come on..''

-"Once is all you need for people to keep bringin' up the bloody topic. Now they know for certain it was you and not me who killed Hassan and how you did it." Ghost spat poking your chest with an accusatory finger.

You looked up at him in challenge, he didn't waver but you notice his breaths turning a bit heavy once you got a step closer.

"I can play nice if you want me to." Ghost's response is silence and you speak lowly and careful this time.

"Simon, you know I can take the cold Sargeant role like I was made for it, right? Come on, don't fret, everything will be alright." You are whispering now because you are not dumb, you know the effect you have on Ghost. Your lieutenant has known you for long enough to know you are just toying with him and yet...

"...I know you can." His biological needs haven't been satiated in nearly a year and never by you. His star pupil and closest friend, someone he could trust yet never had intimated with, not in that level at least. As he said, it's strictly prohibited to fraternize.

You slowly nod taking pride on his dilated pupils and slowly move to take the hand he was using to point at your chest lifting it to your face so that he is now covering your mask over your mouth "You have me muzzled, LT. There's nothing I can do but obey. I'll behave like your favorite Sargeant, as always." He shivered but played it off by shoving your face away annoyed, you crackled maliciously.

"You are Insufferable."

_____

-"They had demonized her..."

-"Demonized her!? She ripped a guy's throat with her fucking mouth, Gustavo-"

-"It wasn't just any guy. Also that's rad as fuck, not gonna lie."

-"Reyes you are not helping!"

-"Good! Because I don't intend to help. Befriend the rabid bitch! The crazier the better right? Considering our line of work answer this: What's better? To have a crazy-dangerous ally or a crazy-dangerous foe?"

Nova pursed her lips as Reyes shot her a look that said "period."

Gus forces a tight-lipped smile "That about answers itself, hermano."

Ghost and you had walked to Price's room door where you were supposed to wait for him and the others but apparently the calvary had gotten in beforehand and decided to wait inside. You shared a look of surprise with the lieutenant, he lowly ordered you to wait outside to go in once the rest of the 141 arrived from the hotel's lobby where they were talking with Kate, but you played dumb and opened the door as casually as you could leaving an irritated Ghost following after you.

You two stand there in the now open door, the three operators sitting on the only bed looked up at you like three kids who just got caught doing something they shouldn't.

"Carry on. I love to eavesdrop." You humored.

The three of them looked your age, maybe a bit younger. A black woman with vitiligo, Nova, looked up at you filled with intimidation and weariness, to her left sat a man of pale skin and dark brown hair smiling widely with dark admiration and next to him there was a South American man with black, curly hair under a beret with a big moustache.

Once he saw your eyes lay upon him, the latin straightened his back. His golden eyes lit with recognition until his face contorted to a mix of his fellow partners' expressions. He looked awestruck, his golden orbes held a very noticeable admiration yet you didn't miss the nervous tremble on his hands before he hid them behind him in order to get up from his sitting position. You couldn't tell if he was excited or frightened.

Probably the latter judging by conversation you heard they were having plus your reputation...

"Sargeant Hound-...! My name's Gustavo Rodriguez, Costa Rican operator from SpecGru's private military company at your- at Captain Price's service." He explained, his body going rigid trying to show his respect.

"Gus, right? I saw your file on our way to Manhattan. What's a cop doing in the military?"

He could have very well turned into a tomato the moment he heard you had seen his file, Gus was quick to respond a little louder than before in order to muffle his partner's laughter at this whole interaction.

"I aimed to protect my country from cartel, mi sargento. But with no army where I live, once I turned of age i had to join la Fuerza Pública for five years until I was invited to join Costa Rica's Special Intervention Unit, which is uh... An Elite team tasked with matters of national security and reporting directly to the Minister of the Presidency."

You smiled amused and a little taken aback by his passionate spirit. "Until?"

You knew there was more to the story, after all he wasn't in Costa Rica. He was shoulder deep in the Terrorist shit your own task force was ordered to clean.

Fuck, SpecGru wasn't even supposed to be involved until Laswell magically appeared with the news that these three fools were contracted to help and support your team on this seemingly tedious mission.

-"Until two years ago when SpecGru was founded."

-"An opportunist, are you?"

-"Bueno, I like to say I'm ambitious. For the good of the people, of course... Not to impress your captain with a good CV."

You laughed at this, Gus smiled in delight instantly enamoured with the sound of your laughter.

Five years as a cop plus three in Costa Rica's SIU and two more years in SpecGru considering he entered the academy fast as hell equals twenty six years... How old was this sexy chunk of meat?

-"And how old are you?"

-"Just turned thirty, señorita."

-"Admirable. Happy birthday." You couldn't help but praise.

Your teasing nature quieted down at the presence of a promising lad working along your unit.

Gus smiled softly then, a sigh of relief scaping his plump lips. It felt good to be acknowledged by your idols.

You heard Ghost scoff behind you, Gus' two companions watch him incredulous because of his short (probably prepared) speech.

You ate up his delighted reaction trying to contain the toothy smile from under your facemask and slowly walked closer to him with a curious glint in your eyes and a small swing in your step. Gus didn't move a muscle, looking like a deer caught in the headlights.

"What do you specialize in, soldado?"

Hearing his mother's tongue from the one and only Sargeant Hound from the 141 he has heard so much about since he joined SpecGru made a shiver run up his spine.

"In hostage rescue and asset protection..."

Ghost looks down his watch inpatient to get this over with. Reyes, the other operator sees his opportunity to jump into the conversation seemingly as eager to interact with Hassan's butcher.

"Apologies for my brother in arms' fanboy moment. He was excited to meet you, after all... You could say we've got money on our pockets thanks to your bite." The Canadian jest with a teasing tone matching yours, he sounds so sure of himself you knew already this guy was one hot headed mother fucker with an ego that paired up well with Gus' humble nature and Nova's head-on-the-ground attitude.

-"Mind explaining that, um..."

-"Enzo Reyes, ma'am. Reyes for shorts."

You nod expectant. Reyes clears his throat.

"SpecGru and KorTac were founded after Hassan's death, your execution, as diabolical as everyone puts it, benefitted us greatly. So thank you, you crazy, cannibalistic bitch for giving us a job."

Your eyes widen at the crude wording, Gus looks away with a defeated sigh, Nova elbows Reyes' arm with so much force he smacks her arm back with a growl. Ghost did not like that one bit deciding to step up making his presence known in the room, anger emanate from his body mixing with the tense atmosphere.

"I like this guy." You laugh quickly dissipating the tension. You missed Nova's sigh of relief.

All of you quickly got alerted by the dry coughs of Price who stepped inside the crowded room with Gaz and Soap following behind. Ghost left space for his captain but you didn't, resulting in Price gently guiding your careless self to follow him with a hand in your lower back, like a father with a toddler. The captain sighed looking around the room making sure all of you were there.

-"I see we missed first introductions. Whatever, we can get started now that we're all 'ere."

-"About bloody time..." Ghost whispered and you snorted.

As the captain explained the situation, the three SpecGru operators stared analyzing your group.

All of you were attentive to your captain quickly leaving aside your shenanigans to pay attention to every word he said. After the hell all of you had gone through it was clear your loyalty to Price was unbreakable. Lord knows life has given you chances to leave the task force but none of you took them because you believed in what you were doing, because you believed in Johnathan Price, because you were proud to be part of something bigger than yourselves to help people around the world neutralizing threats so the future generations could live a more peaceful life.

Gus couldn't feel more admiration than he already did, his heart swell with pride and eagerness to work along you and he could already picture himself in the future begging Laswell and his Team Leaders to allow Nova, Reyes and himself the chance to work with you again.

The focused look in your beautiful, hypnotic eyes dragged the Rican back to the present.

To summer things up, one of Kate's valuable contacts from New York had gotten captured by an unknown enemy ready to be flown from Manhattan to another location she was still trying to figure.

The reason you needed these three other operators was because their german TL (Team Leader) was related to this particular objective. Stressed about the safety of his family member he sent three operators he personally chose to aid the 141 on the rescue as the hostage was equally important to both teams. Not to mention the amount of crucial information the hostage had.

Laswell had informed Price that the captured victim managed to send her a message saying he had heard something about being transported somewhere near LaGuardia airport until they could escort him to a secured plane.

"The message was sent from this location." Price said.

Gaz shows you the tablet he was tapping on. The pad reveals pictures of an abandoned psychiatric hospital in the middle of a gigantic clearing a few kilometers away from the airport they planned to take the hostage.

-"Easy to spot us in such clearing..." Soap observes.

-"We could infiltrate in the night. Use the darkness to our benefit." Offered Gaz.

-"Nah, that's still too risky, they'd probably had transported the lad by the time we get there." Debated Reyes.

-"Besides, we would be risking the hostage's life if we wait any longer for night to fall..." Nova finally spoke.

The captain cracked his knuckles, his eyes fuxed on the tablet until he shot Gus a look of expectancy. He too had read his file judging by the way he expected him to suggest something, the Rican had enough experience at hostage rescue to know a better strategy. Don't underestimate the captain, he already had a plan to offer but he wanted to give the three new additions some time to prove themselves.

Gus brushes his moustache in thought. "The sewers." He mutters, one gloved finger pointed to one miniature in the sea of images from the tablet, the miniature showed a complete map of the underground tunnels that crossed the area. Soap agreed with a click of his tongue and a nod.

Price smiled widely, his eyes crinkling.

-"We'll use the sewers."

-"I bet they know we'll use 'em to get there." You said, Gus nods and Price replies:

-"They sure as hell know we'll do. But they don't know how many we are."

-"Or who we are." Ghost said with determination.

______

Diving through Manhattan's sewers was like walking around an scenario from one of those old horror games you play with Johnny on his ps2.

Not to mention it was confusing as hell... There were tunnels everywhere, Laswell had warned you about this and to pay careful attention to the map as well as the river of shit that ran through the tunnels, apparently this stinky nightmare of a place was plagued with crocodiles. No joke.

To make the trip even more fun, Soap had spotted a trap at the beginning of one particular tunnel that stink worse than the others and you instantly knew this was the one you had to take to get to the clearing.

-"That tunnel will get you to the parking lot behind the main building. Find a hole to crawl out of and get in there as quick as possible." Laswell's voice resonated from your radios.

-"Understood."

You could feel someone's eyes on you the whole time. And although you always pretended to bask on any attention given, feeling someone's eyes on you constantly made you tick. So multiple times you had turned around only to find Gus looking elsewhere and Ghost keeping watch on the waters in case any croc decided to welcome all of you.

A distant booming sound made you all stop on your tracks pointing your guns ahead. Something had triggered a trap.

-"Probably a crocodile." Said Soap.

-"Or an enemy..." Smirked Reyes.

-"What's the difference?" You asked.

Your earpiece buzzed "For starters, the crocodiles don't have the brains nor the need to kidnap one of my most valuable contacts." Joked Kate.

The captain stopped all of you minutes after.

You all pointed your torches ahead, a litter of corpses spread across the tunnel.

-"We've got corpses 'round here." Gaz informed Laswell.

-"The hostage?" She asked, nervousness lazed on her voice.

The group begun inspecting the dead bodies, clear victims of various traps and mines around the place that the waters had dragged to your direction and got stuck in the junk and shit in the ground.

Most of them were dressing in matching dark clothes, others in casual wear, probably civilians who decided to dive a little too far where they shouldn't.

The ones with dark clothes held fire weapons, other than that they had nothing else.

"No trace of the objective so far..." You informed before the radio caught Laswell's sigh of relief.

Nova spotted one particular body at the further corner of the pit that caught her eye. She sat next to it, inspecting it's pockets with concentration until she stopped to wiggle on her spot.

-"Wot' am I sitting on?" Nova rose her bum only to stumble forwards with a yelp at the realization that she had fully planted her ass on an enemy's corpse. -"Shame it wasn't his face." She blurted out making Reyes snort.

-"The smell would have killed the lad instantly. But nothing compares to the smell of Manhattan's sewers...Worst mission of my fucking life."

-"It's Man-ah-Hatan, idiota" Gus wrongly corrected a few steps behind you. He was so close his sweet cologne almost covered the smell of shit.

"MANHATTAN, DICKHEAD! TWO DAYS HERE AND YOU STILL PRONOUNCE IT LIKE YOU ARE CONSTIPATED."

Reyes' bark echoed through the tunnel making the rest of you turn to them wide-eyed.

The glare Ghost shot them three made you giggle, the captain didn't keep quiet either instantly snapping at them to focus, Soap being Soap resisted the urge to laugh along and Gaz gritted his teeth at the seemingly lack of professionalism. You just smiled widely under your facemask and continued inspecting the place sneaking a wink to Gus' way, he blinked surprised.

-"Forgive their idiotic behavior, cap." Nova sighed "I've found some keys."

-"Keep 'em. We'll probably need them in the future." Price ordered ignoring the apology.

Following the tunnel your group of eight encountered an intersection. Two tunnels that went in different directions made all of you look at the map until another sound of a distant explosion caused your heads to snap to the right, guns loaded and ready.

"I wonder where we should go now..." you sarcastically said.

This time you caught Gus' amber eyes quickly adverting his gaze somewhere else with a contained smile. Curious.

Walking a little further to the right tunnel, you found a monster of a crocodile the size of the old leather couch Gaz had donated to the base a few months ago laying on the ground with an exploded tummy, it's intestines spread all across the ground, brick walls and the black waters. To your horror the animal hissed somehow still alive after triggering a mine.

-"Oh my god."

-"And they said crocodiles in Manhattan's sewers were a myth..."

-"Look at the size of that thing. What the hell do they feed on down here?"

-"Dead bodies of dumb divers probably..."

Reyes laughed "Thank you Mini-Godzilla for eating enough shit to trigger half the traps 'round here."

Ghost surprised you lowly laughing to himself. Surely he had remembered the dog pun he told you and Johnny while being chased in Las Almas.

______

The walk didn't last much longer for when your knees started protesting you found a metal door rotten by the passing of time, as Watcher-1 had said, behind the door you found the parking lot near the main building where they guarded the hostage.

The captain had split the group of eight into four teams since the building was big as hell, and although Laswell had located the signal from the phone the hostage used to send the message, the captain wanted to make sure all the building was clear to proceed with the rescue instead of throwing yourselves directly where they had secluded him.

The building was rotten all over, there weren't any traps like on the sewers and you found little enemies to neutralize in the quietest way possible.

Exploring the abandoned creepy halls in the light of day with the captain wasn't exactly what you had in mind, you felt a tingle of disappointment that he hadn't paired you up with any of the new meat SpecGru had sent.

"You are my right hand. Can't do this without ya." That's the excuse Price gave you. But you suspect he just wants to keep you on a short leash. Because who knows, maybe one day the story will repeat itself, right? Maybe you'll go crazy or run your mouth like you always do... You grit your teeth in anger. The captain and the others will not stop treating you like a radioactive isotope until you get evaluated by a professional on the base and as it turned out he was took a well-deserved vacation before you had the chance to pay him a visit.

Reyes and Ghost encounter a two-way hallway where they parted to the right while Gus and Soap went to the left, the captain and you followed upstairs and Gaz and Nova went to the other set of stairs on the opposite wall. At first you only used knives because packing gun silencers didn't mean you'd kill in total silence, and with the crazy echo this big building had thanks to the lack of forniture and thin paper walls you could easily hear the enemies talking and patrolling around. But things changed when all of you heard a gunshot downstairs followed by pained grunts and an unfamiliar voice.

"Idiot! Watch your fucking aim!"

All of you sigh in relief, shortly after Soap had slit that enemy's throat and Gus had done the same with the other before they joined you on the upper level, though in different halls.

You all cleared the building fast, or so you had thought.

You only took your eyes away for a second inspecting various cushioned rooms infested with rats, Price was a few steps ahead of you on the same hall doing the same thing with the rooms of the opposite wall until he felt hot pain hit his shoulder, he grunts in surprise alerting you instantly.

Looking further from Price was a young man with a pistol, he had this face filled with warn daring price to take another step, he hasn't spot you yet, you took advantage of this crouching a little inside the cushioned room you were previously inspecting.

-"Fatima, Bilal, Mustafa, Omar, Abdul, Salem..." The enemy listed. "I could tell you all the names of the soldiers you and your team had killed and yet you would not care. I stand here with a gun on my hand pointing at your heart and you still look uninterested... You have no souls. Disgusting animals sent to kill us all, but Duke will make you pay for what you've done. For general Ghorbrani, for major Hassan-"

-"HOUND-! KILL HIM!"

You launched forwards at your Captain's command, moving in zigzags dodging the numerous debrils, wires and junk around the floor, the moment the shocked enemy gathered his shit to point his gun at you his jaw cracked at the harsh impact you delivered with the butt of your chosen weapon instantly sending him to the ground. He screamed in pain chocking on his flowing blood but that didn't stop his trembling hands to try repositioning his pistol clearly wanting to go with a fight, though it was too late for the bastard because just as he got up you shot him on the chest at the same time rain of blood splattered to your face. Ghost had shot his head from behind when he heard the commotion. His eyes widened seeing your bloodied form appear behind the falling corpse, he froze thinking he had shot you in the head until-

"Oh come on, LT... I had it under control!" You cleansed your squinting face but you only managed to spread the blood and brain matter further. "UGH-... I need a fucking shower after this..."

Price rushed to you inspecting you pulling an equally worried Ghost aside, you did the same looking at his shoulder alarmed.

"It's just a grace, don't worry honey."

"Whatever old man... Just... Be more aware of your surroundings..."

Price shared a look with Ghost who quickly recomposed focusing on contacting Gaz, Nova and the others to keep their guard up.

"X ray down! And that's why you don't spend an eternity monologuing." Reyes humored walking in. The Canadian pushed the fallen enemy's head with the tip of his boot, his smile widening when he spotted your bloodied face.

"Gus would kill for this view~"

Nova's voice reached your earpiece "Cap. We found some makeshift cells. No enemies down 'ere."

"Copy. On our way..."

______

Walking to Gaz and Nova's position you found Gus and Soap along the way, and as Reyes had previously said, the eyes of the Rican were wide with worry until he realized you were healthy as a rose, yet his amber pearls would not leave your face for a second, not even when Price spoke or when all of you started walking. Was this guy smitten by you? It seems Reyes wasn't joking.

"Over there-" Nova pointed at the last cell to the further corner of the hall.

The Captain ordered Gus and you to investigate and Gaz and Soap to guard the entrance of the hall in case you missed an enemy while him and Ghost opened the door with some shears, Nova and Reyes were the first to go inside the pitch-black cell. Reyes lit the place with his torch and so did the captain and the lieutenant.

The body of the deceased hostage hanged from the ceiling by a metal hook that pierced his ankle. He was facing the wall before Reyes approached to angle the body to the light.

On his chest was a message that said "The hunt have just begun." Carved with a knife, the blood around the letters was dried to a very dark red almost black which meant it was scribbled long before your team arrived the building.

Nova approached the body with a perturbed face.

-"Holy shit, that's Karl... Team leader's son..."

Laswell's voice quickly reached your radios at this.

-"Is he alive?"

Ghost entered the cell. By that time all of you had turned to look inside as well.

-"Negative. He's dead, and by the looks of it, it occurred long before we arrived. The lad probably got caught sending you the text so they killed him."

The captain stomped in frustrated, then proceeded to inspect the body.

-"Sliced throat. They left a message on the body."

Price signaled Gaz to point his laptop's camera to the body letting Laswell see what all of you were seeing. She was quiet until she hummed in understatement.

"Captain!" Gus called from the other cell. Price looked to the right, sighed and left the cell to join the rican. You and Gus were inspecting a stock of documents near a laptop. Gaz entered the cell carrying his own to show Laswell the new cell.

"Sargeant Hound. Plug Garrick's laptop into the other one."

Gaz handed you a cable and you did as told, transferring every archive you could find inside it while the others swallowed the defeat in tense silence.

Soap was the first to speak up.

-"They called a name on their coms... Duke. I dunno, maybe he's the boss."

Now that you recall, the guy who tried to kill Price did mention that name.

"With a name like that he's gonna go mwaha-ha at some point, I just know it." Gus smiled at your humor.

Ghost smacked the cell's bars with frustration. "The bastard wasn't even 'ere. He must have ordered his men to pull this bullshit to call our attention."

Gaz massaged his temple placing down the laptop near you and the enemy's.

-"So he just placed this laptop filled with his malevolent plans near our target for us to find?" The brit said sarcastically.

-"Looks like it. There has to be more this than it might seem." Price hummed.

-"Maybe the target wasn't even Karl..." Nova said and all of you looked at her, her words making sense instantly.

-"Maybe WE were the target." She clarified.

-"If we are the target... Where's the ambush?" Gus voices out his anxious thoughts.

Reyes laughed bitterly.

-"That wit made us fall for it, Fuck! He even left a trail of crumbs for us to find and follow him into the devil's nest."

-"But where is this devil's nest...?" Price asked.

You lifted the laptop once you were done transferring the information and Laswell spoke up.

"Reyes is right. This... Duke, has kept a list of different locations on each archive. We must find which location he really is in and-"

You all waited a beat before the captain worriedly called out Kate whose voice went quiet as she read through the files.

-"This is serious, John. Duke isn't a nobody. He's the head of a mafia called Shiv Ka Haath, (Shiva's hand) from New India. He rules over a chain of different illegal businesses, each of them handled by people he trusts. A madam who owns the 70% of the nightclubs and brothels on the country, the head of a temple who traffics with weapons and drugs and lastly, his son, who has started his own busines organizing spectacles and fights of all kinds going from dogs, immigrants desperate for money to... even children fights. None of their names are mentioned but there's so much illegal activity listed in here...And that isn't all..."

You all listened carefully, realization hitting hard that this mission might hold more depth than you had initially thought.

"There's so much information here to investigate it's clear he wants us to find him. For now, take everything you can and go back to the base ASAP."

Price orders all of you to collect the Intel as he contacts Nikolai to take you and Karl's body back to the base.

_______

The three additions to the group sat in silence staring at the distance. They were aware the moment TL read each of their reports hell will break lose, and although this meant SpecGru will get involved on this matter, Gus allowed himself to feel a greedy relief that he'll possibly work alongside your team again in the future. If TL and Laswell approve, of course.

[gamergirlbonestaskforce141riot]

Chapter 12 Nemo dat quot non habet (No one gives what they do not have) - Benidorm part 1

Taglist: @glitterypirateduck @letsreadallday @jamesrifftapes @sofasoap @mmyrrhh

Warnings: None

I didn't really check it so I'm sure it's full of mistakes...

Part 2 will be up this weekend, I hope

Previous / Masterlist / Next

Benidorm

But the day didn’t get better.

First, it took an hour just to get to the central part of the city due to traffic. Then, it took almost an additional hour to find where to park, close enough to the building where the CIA had a safe house, but not right by it.

And then, while they waited for Gabi to sign the documents at the safe house for the gear, Ghost, Soap and Riot plainly opened the bags and started laying it all on the tables to inspect both the gear and the containers, ignoring the protests of one of the caretakers.

‘‘I just had managed to fit it all inside… Ah, well’’ The man gulped down when Ghost briefly turned his eyes to him. ‘‘Suit yourselves’’

Two MCPR-300, three M4A1, a couple of flashbangs, eight handguns, and enough ammo for a whole troop. Bulletproof and tactical vests, night vision googles. A very small amount of explosives, not enough for Soap’s liking, and he started complaining right away while Gabi tried to reason with him. Riot sighed, shaking her head, and she didn’t have to look at Ghost to know he was displeased. His face was unreadable as always, but the tension in his jaw was unmistakable.

Gabi was talking with the two caretakers with Soap, and the third was by the door keeping watch over them, but she dared to hook a finger on one of Ghost’s belt loops as he sometimes did with her. He looked down at her, puzzled, thankful for the balaclava hiding the heat in his ears.

‘‘Knives’’ Riot whispered softly, and he nodded. Among the gear, there wasn’t a single knife, and that irked both him and her. Soap was angry at the lack of big explosives, which on the other hand Ghost was mostly thankful for as they were supposed to be on a covert op, but the lack of knives…

‘‘We’ll buy our own’’ She was still whispering, and unconsciously he leaned in, his nose almost touching her hair. At the same time she seemed to reach up, standing discreetely on her tip toes. ‘‘This city has a lot of expats and shady shit going on. I’m sure we can find some’’

Ghost nodded again, and then straightened up as they started putting everything inside the bags again. Soap helped them, still grumbling under his breath with an accent so thick that they didn’t understand shit, but the tone was clear.

‘‘The gear must be handed in when you get to the base in Rota’’ One of the caretakers said, reviewing the documents Gabi had just signed. ‘‘Intact if possible. You’ll also have to fill in these reports if you happen to use it’’

‘‘Let’s hope we won’t need it, thank you’’ The redhead frowned slightly, but didn’t lose her smile. ‘‘We’re on holiday after all!’’

‘‘I fail to see what kind of holiday needs two sniper rifles, M4s and handguns’’ The other caretaker snorted, handing her another, smaller, bag and two wallets. ‘‘Here’s the last of it. Laswell said you don’t need support, only the gear and intel, so… I think we’re done here…?’’

Both caretakers and the sentry by the door observed, jaw agape, while Ghost and Soap were already carrying the bags out without even giving them another glance. Gabi sighed, looking at them and then at Riot, who simply shrugged, grabbed another bag and followed.

‘‘Yes, we are done here… Thanks for the help, bye!’’ The redhead rushed behind her companions down the stairs, with the smaller bag in hand and stuffing the wallets inside her purse. ‘‘Hey, wait…!’’

By the time she got to the street, the other three were already placing the bags in the back of the SUV.

‘‘You could have been a bit more polite’’ Gabi grumbled, climbing into the backseat and then checking the paperwork she had just been given. ‘‘Ok, the apartment the CIA has provided us with is…’’

‘‘We’re going shopping first, hen’’ Soap smiled gently, patting her knee after sitting beside her. The redhead blinked at him, surprised.

‘‘Shopping for what?’’

‘‘Things’’ Riot answered simple from the passenger seat, guiding Ghost through the streets, Google Maps open in her phone. It didn’t take long until they parked in an open air car park, fairly close to a big deparment store, and the Lieutenant turned the engine off and looked at the Sergeant.

‘‘How much time do you two need for your shopping, lovie?’’

‘‘Give me fifteen minutes’’ Riot chuckled while opening the passenger door, and then, stuck her head inside again, looking into the backseat. ‘‘Gabi, let’s go, we need to go buy those things we talked about earlier’’

‘‘What things… AH!’’ Gabi yelped when Soap all but pushed her outside, grinning.

‘‘C’mon, hen, we don’t have all day, get on with it’’

‘‘What…? What are we doing?’’ Gabi whisper-yelled at Riot, who grabbed her arm and dragged her towards the department store. From the corner of her eye she could see Soap and Ghost getting out of the SUV and starting to open doors. ‘‘What’s happening? What are they doing?’’

‘‘Do you have field training, Gabi?’’

‘‘I… I had to undergo some basic courses back at The Farm, yeah, but I fail to see how that’s relevant, I just deal with communications…’’

‘‘Now that we’re in open air, in short, Ghost found a tracker in one of the bags’’ Riot explained, in a low voice, and Gabi almost stopped in her tracks, but the taller woman dragged her behind. ‘‘Don’t stop, we’re going to buy bags to move the gear. Then we’ll get rid of those and the car’’

‘‘Why the car? We rented it!’’

‘‘And we left it on the street for almost an hour, without vigilance, while those three idiots had you signing paper after paper’’

Gabi followed Riot inside the department store, feeling dizzy. The CIA had given them a bag with a tracker, and God knew what else there was in the bags. Now she understood why Ghost and Soap were checking the car thoroughly in the parking lot.

‘‘Laswell approved of this op, why would the CIA place a tracker in one of the bags…?’’

‘‘I doubt it has been Laswell’’ Riot commented, looking around and reading the floor plan before heading towards the luggage section. ‘‘But it makes sense they’d try to keep an eye on another HeadHunters operator in case Rico tries to kill me, doesn’t it?’’

‘‘Nobody is going to kill you!’’ Gabi whispered angrily, but Riot just chuckled.

‘‘I’m certainly not going to make it easy for them’’

*

Parking lot

‘‘Found another two in the bags, Lt’’ Soap sighed, tossing the devices on the backseat, and got a grunt for all answer from Ghost, who was hunched over the open bonnet, checking the engine.

‘‘That makes one for each bag, and two in the car’’ The Scot continued, closing the doors and walking towards the front to see what the Lieutenant was checking. ‘‘Guess the apartment will be full of them too’’

‘‘That’s why other arrangements have been made’’ Ghost huffed, straightening up and showing him another tracker. ‘‘I haven’t found listening devices though, only trackers. Which is good, we can get rid of the bags and the SUV with ease’’

‘‘What’s the plan?’’ Soap leaned against the car’s side.

‘‘We drive to the CIA apartment and leave the bags there. But we’ll move the gear in the car to the new bags Gabi and Christine are buying right now.’’ Ghost looked around, hooking his balaclava up to his nose and offered the Sergeant a cigarette. ‘‘You’ll search the apartment with Gabi for listening bugs and the like. Meanwhile, Christine and I will go and rent another car, and turn this one in’’

‘‘So yer leaving meh in an apartment alone with ma hen’’ Soap chuckled, and Ghost rolled his eyes, taking a long puff off his cigarette, but his own scarred lips were twisted in a sly grin.

‘‘Give them a show, will ya Johnny’’

‘‘Gladly’’ Soap laughed heartily, observing his friend as the tall Lieutenant, still grinning, looked in the direction of the department store. The scars that marked his face looked redder than usual, and there was perspiration on his upper lip. The unforgiving Spanish heat was getting to him just as much as the others, maybe more due to the balaclava.

Since Las Almas, Johnny had seen Simon’s face quite often, as the Lieutenant tended to take his balaclava off when they two were completely alone, like when they were playing videogames in the Scot’s room. Or with Gaz, the three playing videogames together. In those moments, Simon seemed at ease and relaxed with them, exchanging awful jokes and anecdotes, and laughing heartily.

In those moments, Johnny could see the man Simon had been, once, and understood the sadness he could see in Price’s gaze sometimes when looking at Ghost. One night, after Las Almas, both of them drunk out of their mind, Simon had opened up and told Johnny everything. Everything. Roba, his family, his torture, his revenge.

‘‘Have ye shown’er?’’

Simon looked at Johnny, cocking his head to one side. He wasn’t stupid and knew right away what his friend was asking though.

‘‘Have I shown who what?’’

‘‘Ye know what am asking’’

Simon sighed, meditating his answer while exhaling the smoke, slowly. Johnny just looked at him, waiting for what he already knew would be a curt no.

‘‘No’’

‘‘Why?’’ Soap moved closer, looking up at him, holding his cigarette between his lips, arms crossed. ‘‘What’s stopping ye?’’

The Lieutenant stubbornly kept his eyes looking forward, avoiding both the Scot’s blue eyes and his question, and Johnny laughed incredulously.

‘‘Yer scared of her reaction? If she sees yer face? For fuck’s sake, Simon…’’

‘‘It’s not exactly pleasing to see’’ The Lieutenant grunted, smoking. ‘‘Nothing to bring home to brag about’’

‘‘Aw, c’mon, cocky bastard. Quite the opposite, ye said, and yer right’’ Soap’s hand slapped merrily Simon’s broad shoulder, receiving a grunt in answer. ‘‘Ye cannae think…’’

‘‘What if she gets reminded of what she’s gone through when seeing this… marred thing, Johnny?’’ Ghost grumbled, retreating further into himself, like a dark cloud had descended on him. ‘‘What if she can’t bear looking at me without going back to…’’

‘‘Yer aff yer heid’’ Johnny huffed, rolling his eyes, and stepped even closer until his crossed arms were pressed up against Simon’s chest, forcing the taller man to look down at him. Simon’s dark brown eyes looked as stern as always, but he had learned to see beyond that in the months since Las Almas. ‘‘Yer telling meh that’s what ye think if ye look at her face?’’

‘‘No’’ There it was. The hard edge to his voice was back, the low, dangerous rumble. ‘‘What I think is I want to destroy with my own hands whoever did it to her’’

‘‘What makes ye think she won’t feel the same if she sees yer face? If she sees you?’’ Johnny had to laugh when Simon’s jaw relaxed slightly, mouth almost agape. ‘‘Ye should know’er better by now. She’d be furious. She’d track any of the bastards down if ye let any alive to off them herself. Bloodily. And ye know it. Everything else are excuses’’

Ghost meditated about his words for a second, the black cloud seemingly vanishing, his shoulders relaxing slightly as he pondered. Johnny shook his head and finished his cigarette, turning around in time to see their two girls on their way back, carrying several bags of different sizes. Christ, one of them was even pink.

From the corner of his eyes, he saw a flash of white teeth and a wide grin right before the balaclava covered it again. Welp, that only meant Gabi and him would have to work extra hard.

[latecommentevryday-blog]

Arthur 'Barnaby' Clerkson

First Name: Arthur Middle Name: [Redacted] Surname: Clerkson

Alias(es): Barnaby (Task Force 8, American Military); The Jester, CIA Attack Dog (Central Intelligence Agency Field Operative)

Current Branch: Central Intelligence Agency [CIA]

General

Age: 37 years old Date of Birth: March 16th, 1987 Sex: Male (M) Height: 5'9 1/2" [176.53 cm] Weight: approx. 150 Lbs Sexuality: [N/A]

Place of Birth: [Redacted], United States Nationality: American Blood Type: O-positive

Appearance

Skin: Caucasian, Tan Hair Color: Natural blond, Ginger fringe Hair Style: Ear length (Off duty/Casual), Slicked back (On duty) Eye Color: Forest Green Body Type: Muscular Athletic

Military/Spec. Ops Attire

Skills and Weapons

- Recon Sniper and Frontal Assault - Insertions Specialist - Mechanic (Hobby) . - Luger P08 (German Manufactured, WWII) - MCPR-300 w/ Custom Thermal Scope - Standard issue K-bar Combat Knife - Mercenary's Tactical Engineer Axe - ASSAULT: MCW, M4, WSP SWARM (SMG), STG44 - SUPPORT: TAQ Evolvere

Occupations

- Central Intelligence Agency (CIA) Field Operative [Current] - United States Special Operations - United States Marine Corps [ Sergeant Major, 10 yrs] - Greg's Cornerstore Janitor/Cashier

Callsign Origin

Barnaby got his callsign from basic where he royally fucked up and the drill sergeant made a comment about him having to go perform for the king (The man overseeing Barnaby’s sector), just like a Jester would. The sergeant also said that he wasn't just a clown, he was the entire circus.

[c4tto626]

me mentioning a gun in this story: oh yeah i was considering an MCPR-300 but decided to use a SA-B 50 instead

me mentioning a car: uh. it's grey? four wheels?

[tycoonworld]

Rajasthan's Fertility Rate Drops to National Average as Modern Contraceptive Use Surges and 'Sakhi' Helpline Empowers Family Planning

Jaipur, 8 June 2025: Tangible changes are now visible in the area of family planning in Rajasthan. The state’s total fertility rate (TFR) has dropped from 2.4 to 2.0, marking a significant milestone towards reaching the replacement level. The use of modern contraceptive methods (mCPR) has also seen a notable increase—reaching 62.1%, indicating that couples are becoming more aware and proactive about family planning. (Source: NFHS-5)

This critical data was shared during a media workshop held at the Jaipur Press Club, organized by the ‘Vikalp’ project. The workshop aimed to provide media representatives with insights into evolving behaviors and priorities around family planning and maternal health, especially in rural Rajasthan, so that these issues can be communicated to the wider public with greater sensitivity and accuracy.

Mr. Surendra Singh Shekhawat, Project Director, Family Welfare Department, Government of Rajasthan, shared that more women are now adopting temporary contraceptive methods. Among women with parity 0–1 (those with no children or one child), the use of any modern contraceptive method increased from 18.6% (NFHS-4) to 35.3% (NFHS-5). The use of temporary and reversible methods has also risen, now reaching 19.5% (NFHS-5), showing a growing preference among women for temporary solutions before considering permanent ones.

Dr. Suman Mittal, retired professor of Obstetrics and Gynecology, SMS Hospital, Jaipur, explained that if newly married couples delay the first pregnancy by two years and maintain a gap of at least three years between children, it significantly improves maternal health and helps reduce maternal mortality.

The Vikalp project acts as a technical partner to the government. It works to deliver accurate information about the range of family planning options available under the national program through community-level platforms such as door-to-door counseling, Saas-Bahu (mother-in-law–daughter-in-law) meetings, and Village Health Sanitation and Nutrition Days (VHSNDs). These efforts aim to help young couples and their families make informed decisions based on complete knowledge.

Arun Nair, State Project Director for Vikalp, shared during the workshop that when couples delay the first childbirth, it allows mothers to become physically and mentally prepared for pregnancy. Similarly, spacing between children gives the mother time to recover, reduces health risks, strengthens the emotional bond with the first child, and allows better caregiving. This is not only essential for the health of both mother and child but is also a crucial step toward strengthening the overall well-being of the entire family.

The project focuses on improving the quality of family planning services in rural areas of the state. Service providers at Primary Health Centers and Sub-Health Centers are being trained in value clarification and attitude transformation (VCAT) to deliver more sensitive and women-centered services. Community-level awareness is also being strengthened through government-run platforms like Saas-Bahu meetings and VHSNDs.

In addition, the Vikalp project has launched a free ‘Sakhi’ helpline (Toll-Free No. 1800 202 5862) that provides information and counseling on temporary contraceptive methods. The helpline is available from 8 AM to 8 PM and offers confidential, simple-language support through trained advisors.

Thanks to these government-led initiatives, newly married couples and those with one child are now empowered to make decisions around delaying pregnancies and spacing between children. Increased awareness about methods like the Antara injection, contraceptive pills, IUCDs, and condoms is helping women become physically, mentally, and financially ready for motherhood. This is improving maternal and child health and strengthening the overall status of families.

[whitepandaaa]

Call of Duty: Loadout Senjata Paling OP untuk Battle Royale!

Call of Duty: Loadout Senjata Paling OP untuk Battle Royale!

Menurut situs game terpercaya, memilih loadout senjata terbaik dalam mode Battle Royale Call of Duty adalah kunci kemenangan. Dengan meta yang terus berubah, pemain harus selalu update dengan kombinasi senjata paling overpowered (OP) agar bisa mendominasi pertempuran.

Loadout Senjata Paling OP di Battle Royale

Dalam mode Battle Royale, senjata dengan damage tinggi, akurasi stabil, dan kecepatan tembakan yang optimal menjadi pilihan utama. Berikut adalah beberapa loadout terbaik yang bisa kamu gunakan:

1️⃣ Assault Rifle (AR) – Kastov 762

🔥 Attachment Terbaik:

Muzzle: Polarfire-S (meningkatkan damage range dan kontrol recoil)

Barrel: KAS-10 584mm (menambah stabilitas dan jarak tembak)

Optic: Aim OP-V4 (mempermudah bidikan)

Underbarrel: FTAC Ripper 56 (meningkatkan recoil control)

Magazine: 40 Round Mag

Kenapa OP? Kastov 762 memiliki damage tinggi dan bisa melibas musuh dengan cepat, terutama dalam pertempuran jarak menengah.

2️⃣ Submachine Gun (SMG) – Lachmann Sub

🔥 Attachment Terbaik:

Muzzle: XTEN RR-40 (menambah damage range dan suppressor)

Laser: VLK LZR 7MW (meningkatkan kecepatan aim)

Stock: Meer Recoil-56 (mengurangi recoil)

Magazine: 50 Round Drum

Rear Grip: Lachmann TCG-10

Kenapa OP? Lachmann Sub adalah salah satu SMG terbaik dengan fire rate tinggi dan damage besar dalam jarak dekat.

3️⃣ Sniper Rifle – MCPR-300

🔥 Attachment Terbaik:

Muzzle: Nilsound 90 (meningkatkan silencing effect)

Barrel: 22" OMX-456 (memaksimalkan range)

Optic: SP-X 80 6.6X (sniper scope terbaik)

Stock: FSS Merc Stock (stabilitas tambahan)

Ammunition: .300 Mag Explosive

Kenapa OP? MCPR-300 memiliki damage one-shot kill, sangat cocok untuk pemain yang suka bermain taktis dari kejauhan.

Tips Menggunakan Loadout Secara Maksimal

Setelah memilih loadout terbaik, berikut adalah beberapa tips untuk memaksimalkan penggunaannya di Battle Royale:

✅ Gunakan Perk yang Tepat – Kombinasikan senjata dengan perk seperti Overkill untuk membawa dua senjata utama, serta High Alert untuk mendeteksi musuh lebih cepat. ✅ Selalu Perhatikan Attachment – Pastikan semua attachment sudah dioptimalkan untuk mengurangi recoil dan meningkatkan stabilitas tembakan. ✅ Gunakan Taktik yang Fleksibel – Assault rifle untuk pertempuran menengah, SMG untuk jarak dekat, dan sniper untuk jarak jauh.

Kesimpulan

Menurut situs game terpercaya, loadout senjata yang tepat bisa membuat perbedaan besar dalam mode Battle Royale di Call of Duty. Kastov 762, Lachmann Sub, dan MCPR-300 adalah kombinasi terbaik yang bisa digunakan untuk mendominasi pertempuran.

Jadi, pastikan kamu mencoba loadout ini dan bersiaplah untuk meraih kemenangan dengan strategi terbaik!

[coinworldstoryweb]

How To Completely Delete McAfee From Your Computer

In this article, I will discuss how to completely delete McAfee from your computer. Removing McAfee involves more than just a simple uninstall to ensure no remnants are left behind. This guide will walk you through the steps, from using the Control Panel to employing the McAfee Consumer Product Removal (MCPR) tool. Whether you’re experiencing issues or simply switching to a new antivirus…

[saltygilmores]

Thoughts While Watching Gilmore Girls, Season 3, Episode 13- Dear Emily and Richard-Part 2

Lorelai receives a call at the inn from some old fogey who wants them to host his retirement party, but he can't settle on a theme for the party. Michel, much like Jess moments earlier, is triggered by a minor work inconvenience and unveils a detailed plot to first hobble his knees then bury the man alive in what is turning out to be a dark, dark timeline. And we haven't even gotten to Crusty yet. It's a pre Halloween horror fest!

Lane is just hanging out at the inn for some unknown reason, helping Lorelai make decorations? And listening to Michel's gruesome murder plans and not saying a word. Meanwhile Lorelai has sent Rory on a mission to fetch Dean. Oh, here they are now!

Get it? It's a Big Red Flag! Teehee! Rory shows up with an invitation to Creepy Sherry's Scheduled C Section Extravaganza.

February 7th! Hey, that's my birthday! Welcome to this cruel cruel world, Gigi, my fellow Aquarius. Your mother is Absent Sherry and your father is Absent Crusty and Rory is your Completely Uninterested Absent Sister. Oh boy are you fucked! Good luck!

*SIGH* *opens Googs* Laura Mercier is apparently a brand of makeup. It still exists today, and now that I've made the connection, it does sound vaguely familiar. Demerol is a painkiller.

Yah, that's the spirit, Rory. Much enthusiasm. Gigi would be 21 this year. Maybe Gigi also pulled a Jess, booked a good therapist in her late teens, threw off the shackles of her childhood trauma, and made millions with some kind of art at a young age so she could shrug "She's sort of my sister" about Rory while rolling around on a waterbed covered with 8 million dollars. Jess:"Rory is sort of my cousin."

Crossing off "Delicious Looking Fake Food" and "Millennial Pop Culture Reference" From my Bingo Card. Actually, we have a rapid fire 4x MCPR (Millennial Pop Culture Reference) blitz in under a minute. As always, there is likely some underlying context to these jokes that are going over my head so feel free to correct me. Let's go girls. Beanie babies-#1.

Oh stop, Lorelai. We know Rory doesn't do anything to earn money.

MCPR #2. Adrian Zmed is (was?) an actor and she is implying that he'll "do ridiculous things for money, including his whole career". Did she mean "Milo Ventimiglia"?

MCPR #3. I'm counting "another reference to a time when Amazon was only selling books" as a MPCR (Millennial Pop Culture Reference). Turns out the boxes were filled with a bunch of travel books from Emily.

MPCR #4. Paris and Nicky Hilton. The Simple Life had just come out that year. So is the joke is that like Emily & RIchard, Paris and Nicky Hilton are also Rich People Who Go To Europe? That's about where the similarities end as far as I'm concerned. Meh. I'm saying that AmyShermanPalladino could have come up with a better pair of Rich Snoots to compare E&R to. Boo! Write better jokes! Anyway, as L&R are perusing the travel books from the 80's, Lorelai starts to reminisce about her childhood while I go take a nap.

SUCH bad casting. Bleh.

Heh heh.

The big problem with Teen Crusty's actor is that besides the physical resemblance to David Sutcliffe being phoned in long distance, this geek is way too sincere and not nearly slimy enough to make me believe he's a Young Crusty/Sutcliffe. He's not some devil may care walking red flag wrecking Porsches on purpose and impregnating dopey girls on freezing cold balconies. Boo! Bad casting! BOO! He looks and sounds like he's late for a meeting to preside over the algebra club. As for the actress playing Lorelai, B for effort. She's trying. It's just that no one is really going to pull it off. You're not going to get some random young bubbly brunette actress to fill Lauren Graham's shoes and call it a day. Big shoes to fill, in my opinion. Young Crusty is shown to be the one who has to convince Lorelai to break off the shackles of rich people prison, ditch college, give a big middle finger to their parents, and run away to Europe. The only time he's shown some kind of initiative or vision for his life is when he was 16. Perhaps Lorelai is having some kind of false memory here.

They said the name of the episode in the episode, time to cross off another space on the ol Bingo Board. Cutting back to Reality, reading Rich People travel guides has made Lorelai dreamy about traveling like a rich person now, and she no longer wishes to explore Europe living like a squirrel, so hoity toity hotels it is. But she has no money. Womp womp. Cut to Chilton where Madelyn and Louise are needling Rory about Paris' boyfriend Jamie. Then another meeting of the ol Franklin. You know what that means. Time to skip skip skip to my loo!

I'll just assume "Paris and Rory sexual tension" occurs and knock that one off my bingo board too. During said sexually tense school newspaper meeting, Rory gets a call on her ancient cellphone from Creepy Sherry's work colleague to inform her that Sherry went into a labor a week ahead of her planned c section. This ride or die friend repeatedly calls Sherry's slightly early natural labor "a screw up". Creepy Sherry's psychopath colleague wants Rory to leave school, find transportation and accompany her father's girlfriend that she barely knows during her childbirth at a hospital miles away from her home.

Come on Rory. Say no to somebody's completely ridiculous, unrealistic, borderline psychopathic demands. I believe in you. You can do this...

As as personal aside, Rory accompanying Creepy Sherry during labor was one of those things I became convinced was a false memory in the long time periods between rewatches. I was certain I had dreamed it and it never really happened. This happened with a few scenes tbh. When that happens, I feel a slight sense of self-vindication. See, me? You were right me!

[stemlyns]

Is mCPR associated with better outcomes for in-hospital cardiac arrest? St Emlyn's

Is mechanical CPR associated with improved or worse outcomes in in-hospital cardiac arrest. #FOAMed @stemlyns

Mechanical CPR (mCPR) is widely used as a tool in cardiac arrest management. There are several good arguments to support its use of course, it does not get tired, it can reduce the number of people needed to run an arrest, it can be used to facilitate other procedures such as invasive access/ECPR and it is safer to delver when the patient is being transported (especially where the ergonomics of…

[bluejaysgonerogue]

this now lives in my mind rent free btw

also see: the biggest prank wars they do. Or one time they go do airsoft with all their gear for a weekend as a “training exercise” (price lost a bet and Soap got to choose where they trained for a weekend) and absolutely obliterated every person there.

people try to approach Ghost in bars and say ‘nice LARP dude’ which earns them a Death Glare. Soap and Gaz are laughing, Price just sips his drink.

See Soap finally convincing Ghost to go to a starbucks after a mission, so they drop their weapons and stuff (basically just their tac vests loose the grenades, flashes, and empty their holsters). The barista makes the name on both cups Ghoap. (Ghost likes an americano. They incorporate this into the game. Real Ghost is exasperated.)

Price having to deny he killed shepherd (everyone knows he did) after people start sending his character death threats for killing a perfectly good general that did So Many Good Things For The Flag.

Soap bleaches his hair on a dare and people call his cosplay shit. (“I’M THE REAL THING YE BUGGER WHY DON’ CHA CALL IT SHITE WHILE IM ON DUTY EH?” “Calm down Johnny.” “LEMME ATTEM-“)

They go to a live range in America for funzies while Laswell needed them in DC. (Price is in meetings with her) Some loudmouth calls them posers because they’re cosplaying at a range. The Boys decide to take turns on Ghost’s MCPR-300 at 400m. Everyone else there just watches in awe. Some idiot pipes up about how that “isn’t that far” so Ghost hits a target that’s at about 500-600m. Nobody gives them any more frack.

Metagame 141 where the cod games are in the cod universe

Soap posts tiktoks of ghost and everyone thinks he's just a really accurate cospayer

[contactgreece]

Πώς να διορθώσετε το McAfee που δεν μπορεί να απεγκατασταθεί;

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Ανοίξτε τον πίνακα ελέγχου από το μενού έναρξης.

Επιλέξτε προγράμματα και δυνατότητες ή κάντε κλικ στον σύνδεσμο για να απεγκαταστήσετε ένα πρόγραμμα.

Για απεγκατάσταση, επιλέξτε mcAfee Security Center και πατήστε το κουμπί Κατάργηση εγκατάστασης. Εάν αυτό δεν λειτουργήσει, συνεχίστε στο επόμενο βήμα.

Κλείστε όλα τα ανοιχτά παράθυρα πριν συνεχίσετε το πρόγραμμα.

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Κάντε κλικ στην καρτέλα γενικά αφού κάνετε κλικ στο μενού εκκίνησης και επιλέξτε τον τύπο κατάστασης απενεργοποίησης.

Κάντε κλικ στην καρτέλα ανάκτηση.

Κάντε επανεκκίνηση του υπολογιστή σας για να απενεργοποιήσετε όλες τις υπηρεσίες McAfee.

Απεγκαταστήστε ξανά το McAfee.

Το εργαλείο MCPR μπορεί να ληφθεί από τον ιστότοπο McAfee.

Κάντε δεξί κλικ στο αρχείο που κατεβάσατε και επιλέξτε "Εκτέλεση ως διαχειριστής".

Κάντε κλικ στο Επόμενο για να ξεκινήσει η διαδικασία αφαίρεσης.

Επιλέξτε Ναι όταν ανοίξει το παράθυρο Έλεγχος λογαριασμού χρήστη στην οθόνη σας.

Για να αποδεχτείτε τη συμφωνία, κάντε κλικ στο κουμπί συμφωνώ.

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Ακολουθήστε αυτά τα βήματα για να αφαιρέσετε το McAfee από τη συσκευή σας. Εάν χρειάζεστε βοήθεια για να ολοκληρώσετε αυτήν τη διαδικασία, μπορείτε Επικοινωνήστε με τον αριθμό τεχνικής υποστήριξης της McAfee.

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[farklelucas]

top 6 ships binch!!!! any fandom!

WHEW this is a tough one okay so

6. lance x shiro (voltron)5. anna x jo (supernatural)4. allison x lydia (teen wolf)3. [REDACTED] (jazel you know this one but i ain’t about to expose myself on main Again ajsdfkldskjdk)2. joseph x scott (teen wolf/my ocs)1. farkle x lucas (girl meets world)

ask me my top 6 anything!

[ancientcity]

hmm... a tutorial I'm trying to follow from 6 years ago isn't working... in all honesty, I should've seen that coming