#sundown squad

[sundownsquad]

A collection of sketches, scribbles, and studies from the last couple months! Not much explanation to go along with these except for the last one, which is specifically one of the holos Speedy took himself that's mentioned in this post.

Bonus:

A special guest appearance by Shaw who's about had it with the transferred natborns he's suddenly having to work with. Technically not a Sundown character, but didn't want to leave him out. Lol

[scottishaccentsareawesome]

(during Rooster's original time at TOPGUN, the 86'ers (sans Ice and Mav) have a big video call)

Wolfman:...Alright, this meeting of the "Ice & Maverick Support Group" will now come to order. Chipper, read us the minutes from the last meeting.

Slider: - Sorry guys, but I have some pretty big news that can't wait.

Wolfman: In a MINUTE, Slider...!

Slider: IT. CAN'T. WAIT.

Wolfman: OK, fine. So, what is it?

Slider: Well, you guys know Baby Goose is in Top Gun now...

Hollywood: - His callsign is "Rooster"! I love the bird theme...

Slider: - Yeah, well, anyway - I've been talking to Ice about his progress, y'know since Bradley isn't talking to Mav right now -

(mass grumbling from all the 86'ers)

Slider: - And I've corresponded with some of the instructors over there, also, to get some details that maybe Ice may not even be aware of...

Merlin: - How would Ice not be aware of anything that happens with Bradley?

Slider: - Well, just that there may be some details that Ice isn't aware of because the instructors don't think it's relevant to tell him.

Chipper: OK, and...?

Slider(takes a deep breath):...Guys, Bradley has an Iceman.

(the 86'ers erupt in a chorus of "NOOOO...!" and loud groans, some of them are literally banging their heads on their desks)

Slider: Apparently the two of them like to "maintain eye contact" to "intimidate each other" and "size each other up".

Sundown(grumbling): Yeah, I'll tell you exactly what they're sizing up -

Wolfman: - SUNDOWN!!!!

[pollyna]

Long stretch of deployments in the middle of the ocean, with bad weather, meant this: nine o'clock breakfast, Iceman spooing around him and his face smashed in boyfriend's chest, three blankets on them because of the fucking humidity and slow hours playing poker or shitty games Wolfman made up in his sleep. Goose's head resting against Slider's shoulder and Sunny moaning about how he was missing out the hot chocolate from the coffee at the corner of his new house and Chip rebutting the only thing you miss is the free stuff the batista who has a crush on you give you asshole! Mav loved those days as much as the one where they flow.

(Bad weather, in the middle of the ocean, when he was on an assignment without his squadron, his people, ment this: nine o'clock breakfast but at six a.m., five blankets because no Ice meant his bones felt three times the humidity, gossip around endless hands of poker and so much paperwork it would make him cry. It meant, really, writing every single letter he could to whomever it came in mind because please, fuck paperwork. During that times Ice's letter where particularly long and detailed.)

Bad weather days now mean this: mornings in bed, heat pads under the blankets because of Ice's bad knee and Mav's bad shoulder, kissing until one, or two, hand end up under a t-shirt, or pants, and slow lovemaking because there isn't hurry to be anywhere. Breakfast in bed, jazz music as background and phones buzzing with three hundred notifications because the squad wants to share every boring details of a boring boring day and it means too hot tea in the afternoon and long conversations over Skype with Slider and the cat lazing around on their lap, people around for dinner and Bradley, and the squad, coming around for dinner and dessert and falling asleep in the den.

Mav loves these days as much as he loves sunny days. He gets to kiss Ice every morning and every time he wants, so for him, is always sunny. Even if it rains.

[glitch-5659]

Metal queer chaos

[callmemana]

The Marked Ones: Lieutenant Junior Grade Marcus Williams

Unidentified Mutant: Lieutenant Junior Grade Marcus Williams

Age: 23

Family: Josephine Harlan, girlfriend.

Code name: Sundown

Power: Lunar Manipulation

Alignment: rebel.

[ackermanbloodline]

The Lethality of Silence - Levi Ackerman x Female Reader

Summary: Levi comes home from a mission unable to speak or function. You take care of him.

Word Count: 2.7k

Warnings: Fluff to eventual smut. MDNI, 18+. Idk I wrote this a while ago and I'm noticing tense usage is all over the place but don't really want to edit it so I apologize for that. Anyway, enjoy!

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The sun is now setting outside the home that you and Levi bought almost a year ago together. Warm colors flood the room as you look towards the window in worry, wondering if Levi is alright. He and his squad were conducting a mission outside the walls and concern always flooded you when he wasn’t back home by sundown. It means the mission went either really well or very badly. Nothing in between. You begin to pace back and forth, unable to just sit still anymore. 

Even though you had cleaned the house until it was practically shining and your hands were cracked because of the dryness, you wipe down everything again. Whenever you’re stressed, you clean. That’s a habit that you and Levi share. 

Another hour passes before you hear the opening and closing of the front door. Faster than you can register it, you throw the rag down and pad over to the walkway. You find Levi hunched over with his head up against the door, leaning against it. Blood spattered his clothes, marring the Scouts insignia on his cloak, and caked messily in his black hair. 

“Levi?” you call quietly, being careful to not startle him. In response to your calling, a heavy sigh heaves from his body. You still cannot tell what kind of direction the mission went. Once you can see his face, you’ll be able to. 

You reach your hands up and over his shoulders, unpinning the green cloak from his body. His muscles are tense under your touch. Your heart wrenches. You walk over to the washer, lift up the lid, and put it in. You turn back towards Levi and plant a kiss on the back of his neck. You wrap your arms around his body but he doesn’t reciprocate the gesture in any way. 

“Come on. Let’s get you cleaned up.” 

You help Levi get undressed as you run a bath for him, shimmying various items of clothing off him and carefully tossing them in the dirty clothes basket in the corner of the bathroom. He winces every now and then again but doesn’t say a word. All you can hear is his breath trembling just ever so slightly. He tries hard to hide it but he fails. Various marks litter his skin, the early stages of a number of bruises. One encased his entire left rib cage. Your fingertips lightly traced it. You swallow a thick wad of salvia to keep your composure. 

Once he’s completely undressed, he sinks into the tub and his body disappears into the sudsy water below. Almost immediately, the water mutates into a dawn-tinted color. You sit on your knees on one side of the tub and motion him to sink further so his hair goes into the water. Your hand wraps around the back of his neck when he does so and your other hand is being used to softly scrub his scalp with shampoo. 

He closes his eyes in relaxation and after a while, you notice he’s asleep. His trembling stops and his breaths are slow and steady in and out through his nose. His eyebrows are relaxed. His near-constant frown is turned upward into a straight line. He’s never looked more at peace. You look down at him in admiration and continue to wash him, trying to cleanse him from all the stress and worry from the day. Once his head is done, you grab a clean washcloth draped over the faucet and dunk it under the water. You wring it and bring it up to his face, tenderly stroking his cheeks and forehead from grime. Each time revealing more and more of his flawless complexion. You take this moment to admire his beauty. While he isn’t good with compliments and hates it when you make a huge fuss over him, he is, undoubtedly, the most beautiful man you’ve ever seen. 

And he’s all yours. 

Once his body is all washed up, you lean forward and kiss his lips, cheeks, nose, forehead. He stirs awake and his eyes crack open. You give him a small smile.

“You need to rinse off.” 

He stands up and you turn on the shower now, making sure every spec of dirt is washed off. From the other side of the shower curtain, you wipe down his entire body again. He is as stiff as a board and doesn’t move. The hot stream of the shower against his scalp feels borderline euphoric to him. 

He steps out of the shower and dries himself off after you give him a towel which had been sitting by the woodstove. His movements are limited and minimal. You retrieve black sweatpants, boxer briefs, and a white shirt from his drawers and set them on the sink. 

“Here are some pajamas. Are you hungry?” 

He says in the quietest voice you’ve ever heard, “No.” 

“Levi, please, you should eat something. How about some bread and tea?” 

“Okay.” 

You leave him in the bathroom to get dressed and go to the kitchen. You put a small loaf of bread on the woodstove as well as the kettle. You lean on the counter and run a hand through your hair, taking a deep breath as you do so. You’ve never seen Levi like this, ever, and you two had been together for a few years. What in the hell happened during this mission? 

You have absolutely no plans to ask him tonight. It can wait until tomorrow. Right now, all you’re focused on is making him feel at home and relaxed. 

The bread and tea are both steaming when you set them on the dining table. Levi had gone to his bedroom and shut the door. You knock on the door. 

“Honey?” 

“Come in.” 

You step through the doorway to find Levi’s head in his hands and sitting on his bed. Your heart aches as you walk over and sit down next to him, carefully palming large circles onto his back. He reaches out and places a hand on your knee, squeezing lightly. You take that as a ‘thank you.’ Levi had an easier time communicating through action rather than words themselves. Moments like this are when that theory proved true. 

“The food is ready.” 

“Okay.”

The two of you eat in silence. You split the bread loaf in half and he takes longer to eat his half than you. He has no problem getting the tea down, per usual. But something is better than nothing. The quietness is deafening yet calming for the both of you. Levi takes about a half-hour to eat his food. Once you two are done, you take the plates and quickly wash them before placing them in the drying rack. 

You pad back over to your boyfriend and carefully straddle his hips while he’s still seated in the chair. He looks up at you with lifeless eyes. But there’s something deep inside them that speaks to you, even now. You brush some of his hair back from his face and set your hand on the side of his face. You gently place your lips on his, kissing him in the most passionate, loving way you can. 

He weakly wraps his arms around you and pulls you closer. While the kiss is very slow, there’s a certain intimacy to it. The kiss deepens and you rotate your head so the two of you lean your heads to the left. His tongue lazily explores yours. His hands settle on the sides of your thighs as your fingers find their way to his hair and stroke delicately. A barely distinguishable groan emits from the back of Levi’s throat. Wetness starts to gather in between your thighs and you can feel Levi’s cock hardening beneath you. 

This certainly wasn’t on your docket for the night but you aren’t opposed to it. 

You pull away from Levi, searching his face for any hints of what he’s thinking. 

“Hey,” you say, leaning your forehead against his. “Are you okay?” 

“Yes.” 

He brushes his mouth against yours and you close the gap once again. You wrap your hands around the back of his chair and you grind your hips down on his. His length presses up against your cunt deliciously and a surge of pleasure washes through both of you. Levi makes another sound, moaning, a little louder this time. You want to make him feel good, to make him feel better. You couldn’t give a shit less about what your own body wanted. 

Your lips travel from his mouth to his jawline to his neck, making him squirm a little underneath when you work to suck, lick, kiss, and bite the skin there. He shifts his hips upward to get some relief, but not nearly high enough as he usually can. It’s frustrating to him. You gently hump him as you kiss on his neck and the combination is enough to drive Levi wild. 

“I wanna make you feel good,” you whisper into his neck. 

“Then do it.” 

You take his words as a challenge. You stand up and kneel down to your knees in front of him. His eyes are glued to you like a car crash. You lift up his shirt partially and kiss his abs, slowly making your way down to the waistband of his underwear. His muscles contract under your mouth and he throws his head back when you trace two fingers underneath the band. Once his underwear and sweatpants are down to his knees, his cock springs free. You waste no time and take it into your mouth. 

His hands firmly grip the armrests of the chair as you go to work on him. His knuckles are white and veins are bulging. Various curses and groans leave his lips, but no coherent sentences. His hips buck up into your mouth, causing his tip to hit the back of your throat. Tonight, you challenge yourself. You take a deep breath and try your best to take him in his entirety. Your lips, inch by inch, lower further and further down onto his shaft. Your eyes sting slightly but you ignore it and continue to push. 

Your lips meet the base of his dick, your nose buried in his pubic hair, and he lets out a louder moan. You are able to deepthroat him and, as a result, he calls out for you in pure pleasure. You bob your head up and down slowly, wanting to break him down in every single way. Your hands steady themselves on his naked, muscular thighs and you use them to balance yourself. 

He runs a hand through your hair, gripping softly. He whimpers, “Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck…”

He uses your scalp to softly guide your lips up and down onto him. He tries his best to keep his eyes open, to see how pretty you look as you devour him, but the pleasure is too much. It is not long at all before he’s already starting to shake. Part of him is embarrassed that he approaches that edge so quickly, but he couldn’t help it. It’s you. 

He takes his bottom lip between his teeth and breathes loudly as he approaches his orgasm. Just as he is about to be pushed over, he lifts you off him quickly and collapses back into the chair. You are confused as you are left on your knees in between his. 

“C’mere,” he says, holding his hand out and using his index and middle fingers to usher you towards him. “Please.” 

You sit back down on his lap and kiss him as he requests. He tastes himself on your tongue and the thought makes him even harder. So much so, in fact, that it’s almost painful. He pulls away and looks into your eyes. 

“Fuck me.” 

His voice is so sultry that it makes you drip with desire. 

“Baby, no, it’s okay, I don’t want anything tonight. I want to make you feel good.” 

“I’ve been through hell tonight and you are single-handedly the closest to heaven that I’ll ever experience,” he explains and looks down between your legs, your cunt sitting on top of him. “Please, sweetheart, please just fuck me.” 

He is almost pleading at this point. You bite down on your lip in lust. You push your shorts and underwear to the side and you are already so wet that he goes in with ease. Both of your mouths drop open when you gasp as it goes in, reveling in that initial feeling of being so full of him and feeling your warmth encasing his cock. Your eyes roll back into your head, pulling him close to you as you relish how wonderful he is inside you. 

You lower your body up and down onto him, his length thrusting in and out of you at a slow yet perfect pace. Levi’s eyes are glued to your body as he’s pinned against the back of the chair. Electricity sparks in your pelvis and spreads to your limbs as you fuck him. You two are so saturated with passion and need that slaps of skin echo throughout the room. God, you could ride this man forever. His face is priceless. His eyes are screwed shut, his mouth is dropped open, and his eyebrows are furrowed together as his hands guide your movements. He always looks so pretty when he’s being fucked. 

You use one of your hands to circle your clit. Levi feels your walls clenching up around him and his eyelids open to find you playing with yourself as you’re riding him. You look so needy for him that his arousal heightens. He watches you intently. You kiss him again and your tongues instantly find one another’s, slipping and smacking with enthusiasm. In this short amount of time, he is already close again. But thankfully, so are you.

“I’m gonna cum,” he says between gritted teeth. You nod your head and encourage him to do so, so close to your orgasms. With a few more thrusts, he spills inside you and you cum on the spot. His beautiful moans fill the room, as do yours. Your pelvic floor milks him for every drop and he has to steady your hips due to the sensitivity he feels afterward. He stays inside you for a few minutes, gently kissing you as you both come down from your highs. 

He pulls out and some cum drips onto his thigh. Excitedly, you drop down and use your tongue to clean him up. He lovingly looks down on you as you swallow it all. His eyes are so lidded, though, that you’re afraid that he’s about to fall asleep right here. 

You pull your shorts and underwear back on and you help him pull up his pants again. Without a word, you take his hand and lead him to the bedroom. You both approach his side of the bed and you pull down the covers and he plops in. He takes off his shirt and sets it on the nightstand next to him. You cover his body with the duvet and you leave to go to the bathroom and extinguish all the candles in the house. 

You come back and climb into bed with him to find him already fast asleep. You take a deep breath and, once again, push some hair back from his face. Again, this peaceful state is something that you wish he experienced all the time. 

Unfortunately, life doesn’t work that way. 

You set a hand down on his arm and watched him sleep for a few moments before he starts to whine and whimper in his sleep. Your eyebrows furrow together. You wonder what kind of nightmare he was having now. You wake him up by carefully shaking his shoulder and kissing his lips. His eyes go wide as he initially wakes up but soften when he sees you. His arm slithers around your waist and settles on your back, pushing you in closer to him. 

“Mmm,” he sleepily groans. “I love you.” 

“I love you, too.” 

“I really, really do.” 

“I know.” 

A small smile spreads across his face and you close your eyes, curling up into the warmth of his chest. Whatever happened today, you are sure that he will probably talk about it tomorrow with you. Until then, you revel in this silence and peace. This afterglow. You both drift to sleep, knowing that you are both protected and so loved by one another.

[partycatty]

older!johnny cage > listen up

you just can't seem to follow orders, so johnny explains them loud and clear... :3

warnings: you're a dilf obsessed freak and you get yelled at idk, he's meaner than usual, idk how the military works

[ masterlist ]

• lieutenant cage was, at the best of times, a strong advisor and wise man.

• at his worst of times, he's barking orders at the squad like a pack of dogs, not that you'd complain if he forced you to all fours, if we're all being honest here.

• some bat out of netherrealm must've pissed in his coffee this morning, and johnny was making it everyone's problem by forcibly refreshing everyone on basic commands. you wonder if it was just an excuse for him to yell his frustration away.

• "fall in!" his booming voice startles you from your trance and you're snapped back to your position, you and other recruits standing in front of johnny in dead-still positions.

• "ten-hut!" he calls, and your back snaps straight. you groan to yourself at the sudden movement, and lieutenant cage catches the sound. his head snaps toward you with a scowl. "no complaining or we're here til sundown, is that clear?!"

• "yes, sir!" your voice can only boom as much, far less trained in the art of... yelling at people.

• cage rattles on about something regarding everyone not knowing their lefts and rights, and decides everyone is deserving of a refresher. so, he stands with his hands behind his back.

• "left face!" you pivot instantly, the choir of shuffling around you moves with you like a strict ocean. "right face!" you return to your previous position with your stick-up-your-ass military posture.

• he barks the directions out in rapid succession, the crowd following it seamlessly... except for you. maybe you didn't get enough sleep, or maybe johnny's cruel voice was making you dizzier than the pivoting was. you stumbled over yourself, a beat behind the rest.

• you stood out like a sore thumb as much as you wished to blend in out of embarrassment. your wonky timing was painfully obvious against the crowd, and johnny let out a loud groan, ripping his sunglasses from his face.

• "christ on a bike," he grumbles, uttering your last name. "are you gonna follow orders or sit there like an idiot?"

• your lips shut tight, eyes forward as johnny stomps up, nearly brushing his chest in your face. his breathing stutters, and you fight every urge to not look up into his eyes.

• "you don't know how to listen, do you?" he growls, nearly speaking into the top of your head. "wasting my god damn time."

• "sorry, sir," your voice shrinks in your throat, which apparently deeply offends johnny today.

• his hand flies to your jaw, holding somewhere between your neck and your jaw as he tilts your head up, applying pressure as the sides of your vision blur out.

• "you're gonna speak loud and clear to me when you answer me, is that clear?" his voice teeters between a whisper and growl, eyes darting between yours.

• you wanted to be scared, you wanted to be compliant and listen to his order, but his hand was literally on your neck. this flustered you, embarrassingly easy and words were almost impossible. your vision spaces out, eyes wandering as you try to ground yourself.

• johnny tugs at your face, drawing your attention back. "look at me when i speak to you."

• "yes, sir," you choke out, a little clearer this time.

• his brows furrow for a moment, lip twitching in a dubious expression you'd never seen on his aged face before. "you're gonna be the death of me."

• you don't even get a moment to contemplate his curious choice of words, as his hand pulls away from your face and he spins on his heel, retreating to his previous position.

• he barks that everyone is starting over because of you and a quiet wave of sighs and shuffles heat your face. it was already mortifying to be humiliated in front of your squad, but you were berated by none other than your dilfy work crush... your boss. maybe you could curl up into a ball and die here and now.

• after a few hours of stupid, repetitive training you want to do nothing more than rot in your bed, ignoring the pissed looks of your colleagues. just as you're about the exit the room, a hand shoots out to squeeze at your wrist, nearly dragging you backward from the unexpected force.

• a firm voice states your last name, and you instantly recognize it as your very upset boss. you swallow thickly and try to put on your best neutral expression as you turn to face him.

• "my office," he says, though it doesn't sound like a request and more like a command. "now."

[signedeclipse]

Signed with Love - Upper Moons

What is this? - A valentines gift to my lovely fem!readers! Its valentines/love letters cards from your favourites <3

Characters - Akaza | Daki | Douma | Gyokko | Gyutaro | Hantengu | Kaigaku | Kokushibo | Muzan | Nakime

Series Parts Kamaboko Squad - HERE The Hashira - HERE

Akaza

To the girl of my dreams, Happy valentines! I'm sure you thought i'd forget sorry about last year, but I've got plans and everything. Theres a light show in the city, if you want to come I'm sure we can stop for some snacks and i'll get you the best view of them. If that sounds like a plan, i'll be by your house the moment the sun goes down. Can't wait to see you dolled up, Akaza.

Daki

Dove, Free your schedule on the 14th, I won't let plans get in the way of us spending this year together after so many times of it falling through! Oiron duties always take precedent, but I'm sure I can pull some strings to spend the night with you, the "new" girl, to do some "training". Dress for the part, I know you can lie your way in. Good luck, even if I know you won't need it, 'Warabihime'

Douma

Hello, lovely! I am over the moon knowing i'll get to spend valentines with you again! I miss you more and more every day you are away... How about this year we sneak away from the cult and I show you someplace you might really enjoy, and we can pick up some treats you like to keep at the estate! Don't leave me waiting too long. You know who ♡

Gyokko

To my precious muse, This velentines marks a decade together, and I figure its about time I let you closer than ive let any other. I know I can be more conservative in sharing my art, but this year i'd like to take you into my studio and teach you some of my craft. You know where to find me. Wear something you don't mind having ruined. Gყσƙƙσ

Gyutaro

Angel, I promised i'd always ask, so I expect you to say yes when I ask you to be my valentine again. It's too risky to go out with being on the radar, so when you come back home keep low and we'll do something simple. I can't risk getting you in trouble. Don't stray too far, GT.

Hantengu

Dearest, If possible, I would really appreciate if maybe you might consider being my valentine Whatever you'd like is yours Please H/S/K/A/Uro/Z/Ura

Kaigaku

Princess, I know you'll say yes anyways, so instead ill congradulate you for keeping me intrigued for so long. Long enough to call you my valentine. I'll be home to see you the moment the sun drops, and we can spend all night hanging out. I like you better where no one else can chew on you like eye candy, so I'll bring some snacks you like if it keeps you inside, Don't get too flattered, Yours, Inadama

Kokushibo

To the most beautiful woman I know, I would be honoured if you would decide to be my valentine once again. If you are inclined to accept my invintation, know that not a drop of the night would be wasted on anything you wouldn't like. You know you can trust me. I anticipate your responce, 黒死牟

Muzan

To the only sunshine I require; With this letter is a box of clothing. It's all custom to your fit and yours now, pick whatever you like and wait outside the gates of tokyo by sundown tonight. We'll be visitng some places I know you've wanted to see, and I'll make sure it's not on an empty stomach. Don't leave me waiting, M. Kibutsuji

Nakime

My dearest lullaby I am not one to partake in holidays, however, I cannot help myself when it comes to you. I was hoping you would be my valentine; not just today, but in life as well. There is a concert hall I used to perform at, and I would like to bring you there to hear the music I was so very fond of. It is very formal, so if you need any help getting ready you have my assistance. I miss your sweet song, Nakime Otokawa

Authors Note - This took me so long ahhhh thank you for your patience darlings <3 The tags took me longer than writing this entire thing /j

Disclaimer - All characters within have been aged up to at least 18 or older, and have been altered to reflect such change as needed.

[edelfan]

On the eve of Operation Desert Storm, in a bunk bed on the USS Midway.

"You scared, Mav?"

Long silence and a soft kiss.

"You know what really scares me? Living too long. Losing my hair and my teeth… and my guts and my wind. And my brains… sitting in a room with my hands in my lap, watching daytime tv."

28 years later, Maverick buries his husband on a sunny day in November. It's not missiles or guns that take him away, but a disease born from too much alcohol and cigarettes. 

One week later, Maverick survives the suicide mission. He takes over the permanent special ops Dagger Squad.

Spring 2020 brings a worldwide lockdown. Chipper loses his fight after 19 days in the ICU. Sundown succumbs to loneliness and dark ghosts 8 weeks later. None of the old companions manage to say goodbye.

On a hot summer day a few years on, they lay Hollywood and Wolfman to rest side by side. A tragic car ride in a heavy storm, they stay together in life and death. Slider and Maverick hold each other, last men standing, the medals on their chest too heavy on a day like this.

First, it's small things, forgetting dates, medication, names. Soon Bradley and Jake take Mav in, making sure he's not alone, but it's not getting better. Slider might be a familiar face, Mav knows he's a brother, but he can't recall their history. He doesn't know what the other man means when he talks about a cancer diagnosis.

It's a sunny day when Slider takes them on one last flight over the sparkling blue waters of the Pacific ocean.

[sundownsquad]

A little 2.5 hour speed paint since I've been low on time lately and wanted to try something a bit more loose!

[crazyk-imagine]

Blast to the Past

Pairing: Leonard "Wolfman" Wolfe x Wife!reader

Characters: Wife!reader. Jake "Hangman" Seresin, Pete "Maverick" Mitchell, Nick “Goose” Bradshaw, Robert "Bob" Floyd

Briefly mentioned: Carol Bradshaw, Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw, Tom “Iceman” Kazansky, Ron “Slider” Kerner, Rick “Hollywood” Neven, Marcus “Sundown” Williams, Sam “Merlin” Wells, Charles “Chipper” Piper

Warnings: Fluff, mentions of the 86' squad, reader is still involved with Top Gun, mav and reader are besties, everyone still talks to one another, wolfman is a simp for his wife, wolfman and reader are lowkey hella cute, bradley remembering reader hanging out when he was a kid, reader teasing mav, reader thinking of hangman as mini mav, Bob being the reader's fav, Wolfman loves gossiping with his wife, this is lowkey gives off kicking your feet vibes

Word Count: 1,070

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The text from Beau was not the one you were expecting.

Admiral Jackass

"You've been called back." Sent Read 1:02pm

Admiral Jackass typing…

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You're one stop away from making dreams happen again, you shiver with anticipation and take a deep breath, thinking back to your favorite group of students when they were younger.

At that point, it was within the early years of your teaching career.

After the class of 86' you didn't teach as often but when there was an important mission or the admiral's needed someone they knew could get the lieutenants properly trained, they called you.

You take a deep breath, walking down the hallway, realizing you've missed the feeling you (still) get walking down the halls towards your next group of lieutenants.

-

You walk down the pathway in between the desks much like you did when you taught his class.

Another reason for the text, he's late and Beau wants them to learn now.

You turn and eye each of the lieutenants, seeing who's confident and who's not. Something else you were known for, identifying the weak and making them stronger if they're up for it.

It was how you got him back when he lost his family.

They don't call you "Sly Fox" the Modifier for nothing (you wish your husband didn't get that started, it's stuck and you can't get rid of it).

The corner of your lips twitch, remembering more of your infamous class of 86' only because of the overly confident blond sitting in one of the first few seats.

You lean against the podium, clasping your hands together. "Who thinks they have what it takes for this mission?"

They start turning, glancing at one another.

"Do you?" You turn your attention onto the infamous Hangman.

He smirks, messing with his toothpick. "I don't think, I know I do."

"Cockiness gets you and your crew into some seedy situations."

"It get me out of them."

The door opens and your favorite captain enters.

You straighten your posture and turn back to him. "These people are you crew, you need to have their backs, or no one will have yours and you'll be alone."

He walks down the path you and uses the confidence you told him to.

The one you've claimed as "Mini Mav" turns, flipping his toothpick before sinking into his seat, followed by two others.

"It seems it's my time to leave." You throw a wink in Pete's direction before walking towards the opening.

You didn't see the way Bradley's eyes widened at the way you interact with him.

He has a vague memory of you hanging out with his family once or twice and calling his mom after losing his dad.

"Don't have too much fun, Mav." You pat his shoulder, "you've got a live one."

He furrows his brows.

You glance back at the class once more before deciding to take your leave. "Good to see you again, Bob."

He smiles and waves back at you.

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Natasha turns to him with furrowed brows. "How do you know her?"

He shrugs, "she taught my first class a while back."

"She remembers your name?"

"And," he shrugs.

"You were so her favorite."

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You make your way to the opening of the hanger and sigh, "I told you guys to- no, no."

You pinch the bridge of your nose and groan.

One of the technicians runs back into the hanger tripping over his feet.

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You pull up beside him on one of the carts. "I told you not to run. I wasn't upset."

"I beg to differ ma'am."

You grab them by their collar. "I'm going to show you a thing or two. I was trying to help you."

You drive back out without looking back, already knowing that Beau is shaking his head while Pete and the class are trying not to laugh.

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"Do you get it now?"

He nods. "That wasn't as complicated as I thought."

"Good, now do it again to this row." You can see the excitement fall from his face and can't help but chuckle.

"No, kid. She's just messing with you." You husband wraps an arm around your waist, pecking your cheek as he places his hat on your head. "Hey, sweetheart."

You smile and lean in for a kiss, having missed him with the grandkids out at school and spending more time with their friends since they're starting to get more freedom from their parents now that they've proven themselves responsible.

"Feels like I haven't seen you in forever."

He smiles, "feels like it's been forever."

"It has. What brought you out here?"

"A little birdie told me you might be maiming one of the techs."

You scoff, "as if."

You both turn to the technician and finding him staring at the two of you in awe. "Holy- Wolfman and Sly Fox are married?"

"Where have you been?" Leonard asks.

"Under a rock apparently."

You snort, covering your mouth. "Alright, we'll talk more later. Get to work before Cyclone comes for you."

"Yes, ma'am."

You two start walking away and head towards the hanger.

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You glance at him through your lashes, grateful he put his hat on your head. "You're not gonna believe who's teaching and in his class."

He groans. "Don't tell me, Mav's here."

You nod. "Along with baby Goose."

"Nick's kid is here?"

You nod, pulling him behind you.

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You both turn the corner, searching over the hanger for the one person you want him to see.

Pete turns to you and pauses, raising a brow.

You sheepishly smile and pull your husband away from the hanger.

-

"He looks just like him, don't you think?"

"Mustache and all. Damn."

"What?" You stare at him, watching him get dressed.

"Goose would have loved this."

The corner of your lips tugs upwards. "I know." A wishful sigh slips past your lips. "You'll never guess what I discovered in their class."

"What?" He asks with amusement.

"Don't be a smartass."

"Hey, you married me in spite of it."

"Yes, yes. Whatever. Mav has a mini Maverick."

"Mav produced?"

You scoff, "no but there's a kid just like him."

"That's less fun than him teaching his own kid."

"He's got baby Goose for that."

"True." He closes the locker, "you ready?"

You all but run into his arms, letting his arm rest over your shoulders. "Take me home, honey."

"As long as you'll have me."

-

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Crossing Paths

Request: What about another one that takes place right after this one, where Ice is watching the reader at the park and she runs off. While Maverick’s whole squad is try to find her, she ends up meeting Penny (who does not know who reader is,) and Mav has been trying to avoid Penny and her whole for the reader’s sake. Penny see Maverick with the reader, she falls for him and they live happily ever after.

Pairings: Maverick x Daughter!Reader, Maverick x Penny Benjamin, Penny Benjamin x Adopted!Daughter!Reader

Warnings: Fluff

First Installment: Light of His Life

Second Installment: Maverick is a dad?!

Third Installment: Crossing Paths

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A/N: I loved writing this! Thank you @lemmons1998 for requesting it!

Nobody expected Ice to become Y/N's best adult friend second to Goose. Something about her just melted the hard ice-cold exterior of the man. Maverick trusted Ice, well he trusted everyone in his squadron, enough to have them watch his little girl. He knew mistakes would happen along with accidents while she was in their care and he of course he would be upset, who wouldn't, but he wasn't going to hold a grudge. He might bring it up jokingly but there was no malace behind it.

The entire squad had decided to go to the park, along with Bradley but not Carole since she had planned to go out with some friends. Everyone showed up pretty much at the same time and when Y/N saw Ice she ran to him, with Maverick behind her, and tackling his legs. Goose acted hurt but knew she would be over to him and Bradley in no time.

"Uncky Icee! Uncky Sli!" She yelled out and everyone chuckled Ice bent down and picked her up and hugged her. In all honesty, he didn't mind the name.

"Hey, Y/N/N." Slider said and high-fived her.

"Hey, kid. Nice to see you." He said and hugged her after they broke apart she wanted down and he did and she ran to Goose and Bradley.

"Uncky Goosey!" She said and gave him the same treatment.

"Hi, Princess." He said and then she saw Bradley and squirmed to be put down and he did and she grabbed Bradley's hand and they took off towards the swing sets. Now it was just the group of men watching the kids play and hang out.

The group of men talked about anything and everything as well as poked fun at each other. Every now and then Y/N and Bradley would run to the group for food and drinks but then they would run back out to play. After the squad had met the female kid version of Maverick they fell in love. Y/N also had grown close to Slider or Uncky Sli.

A phone began to ring and it was Maverick's he got it out and looked at it. "Sorry guys I have to take this. Ice you got her?" He asked his wingman and he nodded.

"You know I do Maverick." Ice said and he nodded Maverick nodded his head and took off while answering his phone. They watched the two kids play while they were watching them the others decided to play some volleyball, Slider, Goose, and Ice decided to sit out this round. Goose and Slider were watching the game going on and Ice looked over for one minute and looked back and couldn't see the littlest Mitchell anywhere and he freaked out. Bradley ran over to them freaking out as well and ran to Goose.

"Daddy! I can't find Y/N." He said in a panicked voice and that got all three men's attention.

"What do you mean?" Goose asked his son.

"We're playing hide and seek and then I found her. Then we started to play tag and she ran off." Bradley said and Goose nodded listening. Ice called the other men over and they told them everything. That is how the graduates of Top Gun were spread throughout the park looking for the littlest Mitchell. That is when Maverick decided to walk back from his phone call.

"What are you all doing?" Maverick asked and then looked around not seeing his kid "Where is my daughter?" He asked them and Ice spoke up.

"Bradley and Y/N were playing hide and seek and then they played tag and Bradley said that she just took off. I looked over to Hollywood and Sundown were playing volleyball with Merlin and Wolfman." Ice said trying to keep calm.

"I'm not mad. Just worried. Keep looking for her and I'll start heading in this direction." Maverick said which was the way to the water. He was walking that way and calling out her name every now and then.

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Y/N was at the benches around the water looking around. She was lost and she started to cry. A lady came up to her noticing she was crying and looked lost.

"Sweetheart, are you ok?" The lady asked and she shook her head and looked at her with doe eyes.

"I lost my daddy." She said in a quiet voice and looked down. The lady bent down.

"Oh, Sweetheart. We'll find him. I'm Penny. What's your name?" Penny asked her still bending down at her level.

"Y/N but Daddy calls me Sunshine." She said in a quiet voice. Penny smiled at the little girl.

"How old are you?" Penny asked curiously.

"4." Y/N said and looked up sniffling but smiling and held up 4 on her fingers.

They continued to talk. Penny was just trying to make the little girl comfortable and happy before going to try and find her daddy.

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He was about to go back and regroup his squad when he saw his little girl with someone that he thought he wouldn't see in a long time. Who would that be if you may ask? Well, none other than Penny Benjamin, Admiral Benjamin's daughter that Maverick messed around with and got shipped off. He sighed in relief though he was trying to avoid Penny but he knew he would end up running into her at some point.

Maverick walked over to the two and saw tear tracks running down his daughter’s cheeks but they had been dried. She looked up and spotted her daddy. "Daddy!" She shrieked out and ran to him and practically jumped into his arms. Penny stood up from her crouching position.

"Oh, Sunshine. You had me and everyone else scared to death. Are you ok?" Maverick said looking at her and she nodded.

"Uh-huh! Penny stayed with me." She said. Penny was looking at the two of them and a smile came to her face and she smiled. This was a side of Maverick that she could get used to. Penny was thinking that he had matured and is a great dad.

"Sunshine, go back to Uncle Ice. I'll be there soon." Maverick told her and she nodded and he put her down and ran off to Ice. He then looked over to Penny.

"She's your daughter?" Penny asked Maverick and he nodded.

"Yes." Maverick nodded not knowing how to respond.

"Why didn't you tell me about her?" Penny asked and Maverick looked down bashfully.

"I didn't know how to bring her up. Her mom is not in the picture and hasn't been since she was born. She was a result of a one-night stand." Maverick told her and she nodded.

"She's an adorable little girl. She looks just like you." Penny told Maverick and that made him smile. She didn't judge him like others did when he was in the store or anywhere with her or when he told them the situation.

"Hey, do you want to say hi to the rest of the gorup?" He asked and she nodded.

"Sure. It will be nice to catch up." She said and they headed over to the group who were fussing over the little girl. Y/N saw Penny and ran up to her and hugged her then ran off back to the playground where Bradley was at. Maverick sat back a little and watched everyone interact with Penny and watched his daughter practically fall in love with her.

It was getting late and everyone decided to leave. Goose called Bradley over and they all bid everyone goodbye and threw Maverick a wink. Ice and Slider were next and then Hollywood, Merlin, Wolfman, and Sundown. It was just Penny, Maverick, and Y/N. Maverick called Y/N over and she immediately rushed over and into his arms.

"You know I would love to get to know her better and spend more time with you." Penny told Maverick and nodded.

"I would love that." Maverick told Penny and it was silent for a few minutes and then a small little snore made them look down at a worn-out little girl. They both laughed. "I think I need to get this little girl home." Maverick said not taking his eyes off of his little girl and Penny could see the love in his eyes.

"I'll walk with you." Penny said and stood up as Maverick did too. They walked and talked until they reached his car. He gently put her in her car seat without waking her and Penny's heart melted. They exchanged phone numbers and promised to call each other and then they hugged and it was a passionate hug and full of emotion.

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True to his word Maverick called Penny and they went out several times. Y/N absolutely fell in love with Penny and the other way around. She kept asking Maverick when she was going to see Penny again and it brought a smile to his face. It was a Friday night when he had Penny come over to cook for her and let Y/N see her. As she walked into the house Maverick started talking to her. "Y/N keeps asking about you." Maverick said with a smirk.

"Oh does she?" Penny asked as Maverick shut the door and he nodded. Just then they heard little patters of feet running to them.

"Penny!" She yelled and tackled her legs.

"Hi, Sweetheart. How are you?" She asked bending down and picking her up.

"Good!" She yelled and everyone chuckled. She put her down and she scurried off to play.

Supper came and went and the next thing little Y/N knew it was bedtime. Penny was still there so she got to witness the love Maverick had when it came to her. "Daddy! Penny put me to bed." She said as they came out of the bathroom and he looked over to Penny.

"Sunshine-" Maverick started but Penny cut him off.

"I would love to put her to bed." She said and Y/N shouted with glee she got down from her daddy’s arms and ran to Penny and made the motion to be picked up. She happily did just that. Maverick showed her the room and walked out saying to call him if needed.

Penny went through the routine of putting her to bed and when Y/N was falling asleep she said something that surprised her. "Goodnight momma." She said and snuggled into her stuffed F-14 and was asleep in an instant. Penny was shocked but it felt right. She walked out of the room while turning the light off and cracking the door, smiling. She walked into through kitchen where Maverick was cleaning up. He looked up and noticed her smiling.

"Did she go down easily?" He asked her and she nodded but continued to smile "What is it?" He asked smiling himself.

"She called me momma." She said in a breathless tone with love in her eyes.

"Penny, I'm so sorry. I'll talk to her in the morning." Maverick said while his smile dropped and moved to her, but she was still smiling.

"Maverick, it's ok." Penny said grabbing his hands and calming him down and he looked at her with the same doe eyed expression that Y/N has.

"Really?" He asked

"Yes. It felt right. I don't mind her calling me that." Penny said and Maverick pulled her into a hug and then pulled away and kissed her. He pulled away when they needed air.

"Will you be my girlfriend?" He asked and she nodded.

"I would love nothing more." She said and he kissed her again.

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Maverick and Penny dated for 2 years before he proposed and she said yes. When Y/N found out she was delighted. Everyone was shocked but supported him fully. They were engaged for 2 years since Maverick was still being deployed and they had to plan the wedding around that.

When they married it was the happiest days of his, hers, and Y/N's lives. Maverick got an absolutely stunning wife and someone who could be a mother to his daughter. Penny got a daughter and a loving husband. Y/N got a mother and someone to keep her safe and teach her things that a father couldn't teach her. After a few weeks of them being married and going through a lot of paperwork, Penny was able to adopt Y/N and become her official mother.

They became a family. A family that Maverick and Y/N didn't know they needed until they found Penny. Everything felt and was right in the world, well at least in the Mitchell household. They couldn't wait to spend the rest of their lives together.

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[the-kr8tor]

Hello thank you for doing my hobie x Rockstar reader I swear you're going to get a annoyed with me and these requests but you do them so fucking perfect🥰😘

But I do have a new request for you can you do a Hobie x gang leader reader

Where reader always comes back home injured or what little bruises and she refuses to tell him where she goes through sundown and midnight so he gets tired of her excuses and decides to follow her and find out she's a whole gaming leader and she's in the middle of a fight 😘🥰

Hi hun! Thanks for requesting again! this took on a life of it's own lol, I just finished playing miles morales, so i got inspired lmao. Hope you like it ❤️

Hobie Brown x Gang leader! Reader

TW blood, TW injuries, canon typical violence, hurt/comfort.

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Hobie shouldn't be following you, but he has had enough of you coming home bruised and injured in random places. At first he thought that clumsiness got the best of you, he'd gladly take care of you, occasionally patting your bruises with a cold compress, or cleaning up little scratches with an antibiotic. But last night you came home with a deep gash on your shoulder, your once smooth skin marred by splotches of dried blood, you tried to hide it with a sweater, thinking he wouldn't notice you wincing everytime you moved your arms.

Of course he would notice.

He needs to know who keeps hurting you, someone needs to pay for the pain they've cost you. He keeps trying to ask you what happened but you keep dodging his questions.

"Just a scratch, babe"

"I tripped and fell, ain't that funny?"

"I bruise easily, remember?"

He jumps gracefully from a rooftop, swinging from building to building, not making a single sound as to not give away his position. Hobie follows your dark clad form, your hoodie hiding your scowl.

You cut through an alleyway, Hobie's spidey senses go off, sending electricity through his body. In slow motion, a squad of red armoured men ambush you, readying their weapons to shoot in your direction.

His heart thumps loudly in his chest "no, not you"

Questions rush through his mind rapidly. Did they find out that you're close to him, and you've been fighting for your life this whole time? How'd they find you? Do they know his secret identity? Why didn't you tell him?

Hobie jumps head first towards the alley, but before he could land, he hears you yell, not in pain but in anger. His head snaps towards the sound, expecting to see you cowering in defense, instead he sees you uppercut one of the intruders, shattering their mask into tiny shards.

The purple glow of your metal gauntlets shine brightly in the dark alley. The dark clothing you're wearing is now covered in the same glow, slowly wrapping around you like vines, forming metal plates around you like armour.

He stares in awe at your tech, forgetting for a second that you're in a fight.

He jumps into the fray, as he sees you dodge an oncoming kick, in retaliation, you punch the man in the stomach, hard. Hobie smirks at your hidden strength.

"Never thought you had it in you, love!" Hobie yells as he webs a man to the wall, effectively trapping him.

"This is none of your business, spiderman!" Your voice sounds robotic through the metal mask you're now wearing. The bright purple glow of your eyes stares angrily at Hobie.

You probably still think he doesn't know that you're under there, thinking your Hobie just so happens to stumble upon the fight.

Good on you for trying to hide your secret identity, it just so happens you hid his too. Hobie decides to play along for now. He'll ask you questions later.

Shit you curse, you never thought your boyfriend would show up while you're on your way to hq, coincidentally while you get ambushed by Roxxon. Just your luck.

While you're distracted, one of the men gets closer to you with a knuckle aimed at your face, you dodge at the last minute, the incoming punch hits your injured shoulder instead. You scream in pain, knees giving out, your heavy gauntlets weigh you down on the dirty concrete. You can feel the crude stitches opening up.

Hobie hears your screams, he sees your form crouched on the concrete, while one of the assailants aims his weapon at your head.

You're too far away from him, he's not gonna make it, his heart pounds loudly on his chest.

He has the brilliant idea to use his guitar. Hobie takes it from his back, quickly strumming its strings, a loud electric shockwave pulsates from the guitar, knocking back all the enemies except for you, as you brace yourself on the concrete.

Hobie races towards you, your ears ring from the loud sound, not hearing him call your name. All you feel is a presence coming towards you, fast.

Without missing a beat, you reprogram your gauntlets into a sword, the now sharp metal glinting in the moonlight.

You turn sharply towards the presence, you swing your sword, recognizing his suit you stop yourself from swinging, stopping just by his neck, you breathe out. Shit.

"Shit" you let go of your sword, it drops on the concrete in a metallic clang.

"Fuck" the whites of his mask widened.

You both hear a groan from behind you, turning around, one of the armoured men is starting to wake up.

Hobie needs to talk to you, preferably not here. Quickly grabbing your waist, careful not to touch your shoulder, he swings you both away from the alley.

"Let me go!" You scream out, still acting like you don't know him.

"We need to talk!" Hobie yells so you could hear him through your yelling and the loud wind.

"What?!"

Your questions get answered when you both end up on your flat's rooftop, you can see from your peripheral the flower you planted months ago.

"Oh, shit" you say meekly, adrenaline slowly fading away. The metal mask makes your voice sound robotic.

"Oh shit, that's right, love!" He takes off his mask, frustrated. "I thought someone was hurting you! And you're out here playing vigilante!"

Your eyes widen at his outburst "look who's talking!" You scoff, pointing at his suit.

He waits for his breathing to calm down, to think that if he wasn't following you tonight you would've– no he doesn't want to think about it.

Hobie looks at your face still covered in metal.

Hobie huffs, exasperated "why didn't you tell me?" He asks, hurt on his face.

"I didn't want you to worry" you're afraid to cross the small distance. "Roxxon needed to pay for what they did"

"You're part of the underground then?" He gestures towards your purple armor. Hobie remembers fighting some goons in the same armor as you, back when he didn't know what their mission was, thinking they're another gang wreaking havoc in the city. They called themselves the underground.

"I AM the underground" you proudly say.

Hobie's chest fills with pride, you're right Roxxon needed to pay, those innocent people didn't deserve what that evil corporation did to them.

Hobie exhales out his anger, finally crossing the distance between you, still unsure whether to touch you or not.

"You alright?" His hand hovers over your shoulder.

You take a step towards him, the tips of your shoes kissing his, non-verbally telling him it's okay to get close to you.

Hobie understands your signal "Let me see you, please" he cups your jaw, the harsh metal grazing his hand.

You push a small button on the side, finally showing your face.

"There you are," Hobie smiles softly. He rubs your cheeks fondly.

"I'm sorry, I'm okay, please don't-" you hesitate for a second "don't make me stop what I'm doing, someone has to do it"

"I know" Hobie embraces you, putting his head on the crook of your neck "trust me, I know"

You should've told him, no one else knows how heavy the burden of responsibility is except for Hobie. He would've helped you carry yours.

You hug him tightly, ignoring the searing pain in your shoulder, you cling to his vest, blinking away tears that tries to escape you

"I'm sorry"

You should've told him.

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Chapter 2

Pairing : Simon “Ghost” Riley x fem!reader

Cw: canonical violence, blood, death, injuries, Soap throw boom boom, tell me if I missed any. Wc: 994

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The flash grenade Soap threw into the room left a ringing in his ears, lasting while he stormed into the room in duos to shoot down the - momentarily - blinded AQ soldiers hiding within the small, mountain village. Walking in a line, Price - Bravo-06 - led the way through the windowless, mud houses and out on the streets.

They spread into two when Price sent half of the squad to the other side of the village, wanting to infiltrate the place on both ends from the darkness of the night. Laswell had briefed them that the villagers were driven out, fearful as they left everything to the invading AQ cell in the Urzikstan village. It made their duty simpler, not having to watch out for civilians or hostages.

Ghost directed the second squad, left to the one Price led, into a house, kicking down the door with his rifle raised as he quickly shuffled through the entrance to let Soap and Roach follow behind him, along with the five other corporal and sergeants. Swiping left and right, they moved quickly around the space, taking down men - double taped in the torso or once in the head.

He called over whenever they cleared an area, Price doing the same to let them know his progress. Over the sound of gunshots and screams, he realized that he hadn't heard you once since they started. It was radio silence, but he wasn't worried, he'd seen you train with them the first few days of your arrival. Though silence was expected from you, being the assigned sniper in this mission instead of Ghost.

You jumped off the carrier, sniper slung over your shoulder as you saluted, smiling at them. You'd have to trek up the mountainside from what Laswell and Price told you. Ghost watched you walk off, steps strong and steady up the rocky terrain at sundown. His eyes followed your figure until it disappeared behind a wall.

"I'm all set up, Cap," you called after a while, letting them know that they could leave.

Giving Nikolai the signal, they took off. When Ghost gazed through the window, he saw your position from the corner of his sight. You laid stomach first, one leg straightened and the other bent to stop any recoil, elbows supporting your upper body and hands around your sniper. A sleek, black bolt-action sniper rifle that you called your “Baby” before you boarded the aircraft.

They met back before the walled mansion, probably the house of a rich family that decided to live on the farther side of Urzikstan. Ghost walked behind Price's group, rifle cocked and alert, they made their way through the open gate.

Bang!

A body fell from the roof.

Bang!

Another one crashed to their feet, weapon clanging to Gaz's left.

"Winter, how copy?" Price rasped, his eyes - along with the others - straining through the night vision goggles.

"Cover, Cap, there are two more 'round the corner," you finally spoke, voice low and monotone.

If it weren't for their current situation, Ghost would've been shocked, the change in your tone drastic. Your shots were unpredictable, and random at times but they always made their mark. If you weren't talking to them, you were sniping off men, quick and efficient, opening up a passage for them to bust into the house.

"Asset's on the second floor, sir, east wing, " your voice entered the line, scope focused on the man they wanted to capture. "Four guards, armed to the teeth."

They spread out, one on one while they stalked down the hall and up the stairs in a concentrated frenzy, arms ready to shoot down armed guards in the base. Reaching the last door, Price counted down before he pushed in, the guards clamoring to protect their boss.

Bang!

The window cracked, shattering around the entry when the guard standing before the window fell. Your shot made their target more panicked, fumbling around for his gun. Within a few minutes, it was over, the AQ target slumped down after being shot in the thigh.

"Target acquired, " Ghost announced, head tilted to his right. "Meet at exfil, Winter."

"Rog, Lieutenant."

When they reached your location, Ghost watched your stiff figure, keen eyes steeled for any movement outside of yours and the aircraft. The usual soft calmness was replaced by an uncanny state of indifference and coolness - how fitting, Ghost thought, your sudden change and actions were unpredictable, all changing as winter, from mild to freezing in a day, changing winds drastically even after being warned.

Your head bobbed at them, sitting on the nearest seat, which happened to be left of Soap and Roach, not too far from Ghost's little corner in the dark. Once the hangar door closed, Nikolai flew up, back to their safe house until they were able to go back to the British Isles.

"Quiet, aren't ya, Winter?" Soap suddenly pipped up, facing you with a lazy grin. "All cold and dead, 'ts almost like L.T.," his shoulders shook with a loud chuckle that he shared with Gaz.

Ghost grumbled lowly, sending a glare at the Scot and Brit that were jabbing you about your resemblance to him, however, when you blinked, lashes fluttering, light drifted back into your eyes, bright and gleaming as a teasing smile reached your lips.

"Don't be an arse, Soap, L.T still has feelings."

"She's right, Soap, don't be an arse, " Gaz returned your mischievous look, snapping at Soap who sat between you both.

He gasped, whipping his head from you to Gaz, squinting his eyes with a mock of a whine: "Aye, ya gangin' up on mae!"

Ghost closed his eyes, sighing silently as you returned to your previous energy, smiling and chuckling with the rest of TF 141, ignoring the disapproving frown from Price, Roach's attempt to hide his laugh, and the rest of the momentary team.

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[girlwithherheadinthestars]

hero x villain

“You know, at this point I think you just cause trouble in these woods because you want to see me.” The hero said boredly as she caught the villain and a squad of soldiers about to raid a village. The soldiers all looked cold and were shivering and complaining. The hero had heard their muttering from a league away. 

Upon seeing her, they bared their teeth and raised their swords but the villain just smiled and raised his hand to stop them. “Be civil, comrades. Go surround the town and wait for my call. I’ll handle the beautiful lady.”

The soldiers on their horses shuffled off.

The villains got off his horse gracefully. Everything he did was graceful and carefully deliberated, even the smile he sent her way. 

“Would it be so wrong of me to wish to seek you out? I have yet to see that beautiful face you’re always bragging about.” He smirked, gesturing to the mask on the hero's face. 

“Go away.” The hero said, unamused. “And take the brutes with you and out of my woods.” 

“Your woods?”

“My woods.”

He chuckled. “And who crowned you the grand protector of the woods?”

“I did.”

“Come on, it's just one village.” He said, nearly sounding like an insolent child asking for one more minute outside past sundown.

“And? These people did nothing wrong.” The hero reminded him, leaning back against a tree. 

“The Emperor thinks they’re harboring fugitives — ”

“They probably just made a poster of him and gave him a really ugly mustache.” 

He allowed a smile. “Well, you’re…probably... not wrong.” 

“And sending his most powerful asset to do such petty work? I don’t believe it.”

“I volunteered. I was bored.” He shrugged. 

“So you did want to see me!” She smirked.

“I never said I didn’t.” He pointed out. 

“You’re so obsessed with me that I might ask you to dinner.”

“After you beat me up and give me another bruised rib?”

“Exactly, honey. See? You’re learning.”

“I really don’t see why this is necessary. Can we just skip to the part where you actually take me to dinner?”

“And you poison my food? No, thank you.” The hero snorted. “You’re the villain and I’m the hero who’s going to kick your butt. That’s the way of the world. It’s the cards we’ve been dealt.”

“Excuse me? If anything, I’m the hero and you’re the villain.”

“There is no way you actually believe that.” The hero said, deadpan.

“Don’t heroes serve rulers?”

“Not the competent ones.”

“See, every time I see you I get a bruised rib and bruised pride. That’s not particularly hero-like behavior.”

“I think that’s a you problem. Most people find me rather delightful. Just leave if you want to skip the me beating you up part.”

“What if I don’t want to skip the you beating me up part?”

The hero blinked. “You’re annoying, you know?”

“Mhm.”

“Just let the village alone.”

His dark eyes flashed. “Make me.”

[callmemana]

The Marked Ones: Josephine Harlan

Mutant: 798114

Name: Josephine Harlan

Age: 18

Family: none

Code Name: Bambi

Power: solar energy manipulation

Alignment: none

Experiments: 130

Here’s Bambi’s Story: Meet Josephine