#where they were forced to live together cause they're comrades now

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Jun 15 , 11:18 Russia

Russia, the largest country in the world and also the largest place where there have been more BSAA and blue umbrella activity after the T-Erebus Virus spread through this very land. While Las Erebus activity is low due to the cultists being eradicated by the russian forces and the two factions working by side they're unfortunately unaware of what come next as both factions will face such a grand resurgence of the old relic of raccoon city that was thought to be forgotten how wrong they are. In a few hours the BSAA of russia and blue umbrella are overwhelmed and dismantled with an iron fist by a force far more voracious than the pits of makai itself. The umbrella russian Forces Burst into the war with both factions where they were least expected. The U.R.F. waged war against the factions destroying the russian branch of the BSAA and eliminating Blue umbrella wiping them out with strength in numbers, powerful arsenal of weapons and gear and worse a whole batch of powerful B.O.W.s. created using the T-Erebus virus combining with the other viruses Sergei possessed to created stronger and deadlier bio organic weapons to conquer not only all of russia but also to take over the atlantic coast and the entire world spreading the glory of what Umbrella truly stand for as they taken over moscow, Ukraine and all the other states of russia.

The U.R.F. marched through the streets of moscow as owerful organic weapons range from the standard foot soldiers Sergei called the Pachka or simply the pack. The pachka are comprised of men and women who're willing to join Sergei's cause in bringing back both the glory of Umbrella and saving entire country, their home ravaged by the plague. Pachka soldiers are comprised of artificial J'avo created from using T-Erebus combining with the C-virus while the army are comprised of none infected individuals who're trained to fight and kill while they fight for their lives and their country.

Them came numerous T.A.L.O.S. along with a new breed of tyrants cladded with black steel titanium alloyed armor carrying their large twelve burst machine guns. These are the medved. Tyrants that have originated from the tyrant Ivan as they march along side the pachka. They're the heavy infantry responsible for the destruction of most of the BSAA's defences. Their titanium alloyed armor protects them and gives them great defences against heavy fire power including explosives. Their twelve burst machine guns will tear armor and vehicles apart like it was nothing as these tyrants will eviscerate all who oppose the U.R.F. and those who are the enemy of russia.

And last but not least what true nightmares are made of and what Sergei himself claims as his greatest achievement since the tyrant dolls. They are the Volkovs or what they're most commonly known by the U.R.F. army as the Commissars. The commissars are considered the most dangerous and very powerful bio organic weapons of all of U.R.F. as these creatures are tyrant clones of the jiangshi Hsien-Ko using the T-Erebus virus combining her DNA with Nemesis, Hypnos, T.A.L.O.S. and Cammy which lead to the H.O.-Alpha project creating the perfect super soldier that shows no fear of the enemy nor do they fear death for they will fight and die for the grand resurgence of Umbrella corporation in his own vision. The commissars while the most powerful of the U.R.F. they're also the enforcers and are also well respected by their comrades and the tyrant dolls. Being the high ranking super soldiers that they are only they were given and allowed access more powerful and all the more technologically advanced weapons created by Sergei in collaboration with NEO - S.I.N. to destroy their enemies.

Using the horrors and the atrocities as well as how the jiangshi became a god through the virus's evolution has inspired him to use her visage to create the perfect soldier and now with Sergei's bio organic weapons all together marching through all of russia the U.R.F. becomes the most dominant faction in all of russia as the entire country now is protected by Sergei and his powerful army after wiping out his enemies all they have to do now expand further to reaching this goal and survive as despite their efforts in taking Russia the U.R.F. are still a young faction and russia is known to houses some of the most dangerous of darkstalkers, nightmarish creatures that had evolved from the virus and god knows what else. for now they need time to expand both their ranks and their entire organisation creating a new chapter for the entire world and the dark side evolution itself. Sergei will not stop until he succeeds in bring back Umbrella and it's glory through his own image one step at a time.

[k-mraz]

1950s, he’s sleeping with a knife

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Whatever It Takes

Sequel to A Forgotten Memory

Desperate times call for desperate measures.

With more and more information revealed via Augustus' burner phone, The team now has to make an important decision, one that would change the course of their lives, forever.

Chapter 15 to another story made by Ray (echo-three-one) Comments and Reviews appreciated! I hope you enjoy! Love you all ❤️

Previous Chapter : Meet Me Halfway

Unexpected Alliances

Gary "Roach" Sanderson

Task Force 141

Flying above Russian Airspace

Roach was speechless. Admittedly the dark and messy battle at the Gulag was something worth noting but the thing that kept his head preoccupied at the moment was Soap and France kissing in the middle of warfare.

Guess love knows no boundaries huh. He thought to himself as he looked at France kneeling beside Soap who passed out from exhaustion. Another person laying beside him was an old man named Jack. The 141 records had a match to Jack, he's apparently Alex's mentor who got missing when their safehouse got raided.

Guess the force will be having two reunions tonight. His eyes turned to Price, who sat by the huge window and gazed into the sea of clouds, he's always serious and in thought that Gary found him intimidating, even after that short mission in Germany. 

Then there was Ghost. He's surely heartbroken now that she saw what France did. And Gary was slightly to blame, well not necessarily his fault but if he pushed him enough to confess, maybe this won't hurt more than it did to him today.

Gary spent the rest of the trip observing, noting his comrade's actions, discussing with their thoughts, especially after the invasion. He was glad 141 extracted Soap before the deliberation, where none of them are allowed to perform missions. Gary felt scared, he just got here, got the hang of it, and was afraid to cut ties with the 141 on such short notice. But he hoped Shepherd would talk sense to the board, especially now that the burner phone filled with leads was within their possession.

"You're awfully quiet…" Ghost nudged to Gary while fidgeting with his gun.

"Well, I got nothing to talk about." Gary replied, turning to the masked man.

"Well I've got a lot, and it's pretty nasty. Can't say it here though." He replied, his tone was almost relieved, as if he just blurted out something that was bothering him for a long time.

"Is it about them?" Gary whispered, pointing his thumb to the couple back at the med bay.

"That's a different story, and I told you I was right, they already had a thing going on since day 1. Who am I to interfere…" Gary could feel him frown beneath the mask, he got defeated in the war of love.

"That's okay… You'll find someone better." Gary consoled and Ghost automatically shrugged it off. 

"Eh. I hope…" he said, turning to the window opposite to Gary's position.

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Task Force 141 Base - Infirmary

"The audio from this room's camera is muted so it's best to discuss it here." Ghost sat on the chair as concerned 141 members circled around him, Jack, Alex and Soap occupied the beds as they recovered from injuries.

"What you got for us, lad?" Price crossed his arms as he leaned by the door, his hat tilted perfectly on his head.

"An anonymous number sent Augustus coordinates of the base prior to the attack." He held up the phone and everyone murmured.

"Looks like we have another mole in our hands." Alex grunted, turning to Jack for nostalgia.

"But this time, we have a solid lead to who it is…" Ghost added while everyone braced themselves for the slap of reality they're going to get.

From out of nowhere the infirmary doors opened, Maxine was panting and sobbing at the same time, her hands held her thigh desperately enduring some sort of pain.

"It's Samantha… haaah… Shepherd took her!..." she panted as Gary quickly assisted him while everyone who was capable of fighting dashed to the scene.

"Go, Gary. I'll take care of her." Soap quickly got up with Jack, they were already fine and just required to complete their nutrition so assisting her would be the best option.

Gary nodded and dashed outside, bracing himself for the unbearable news.

"Shit. What's going on! I thought we already agreed not to take Samantha elsewhere!" Gary caught up with Ghost and the rest of the available team.

"I have my wild guess, but you're not going to like it." He replied, adjusting his shades as they exited the building. From there, they saw the General's aircraft already far away from their reach. Behind them Alex, Soap, Jack and Maxine followed, their faces were drawn with extreme sadness. 

A few seconds of staring at the sky and Price's comms received an incoming message.

"Captain, I regret to inform you that the 141 is no more… I'm sending the High Value Individual to their care as the threat escalated and is being designated to a different force. I'm sorry. Please tell the rest of the group that in two weeks they will be returned to their prior assignments before 141 was established." his voice was nonchalant, emotionless and straightforward, like he's reading it from a diner table's tissue paper.

"No…" Price muttered. They were this close to Nero.  The rest of the team looked down, others started to disperse and did as ordered while the more concerned group stayed.

"Shepherd's working with Nero. He wants the EMP based weaponry to help his marines in Afghanistan." Ghost blurted, raising the heads of everyone around him.

"He's trading the economical side of the world to win a war?" Gary asked, as the information doesn't add up.

"It's a wild guess but the global economic pressure is already influencing the government to allocate more funds to anti terrorism. Cutting off 141 shouldn't be in play but he found a way to do so… He wants us to stop fighting back." 

"Then fighting back is what we're going to do." Price muttered, grabbing his phone.

"I'm going to make a few phone calls. Those who want to stay and save the world could stay. Those who are content to return to their past lives, you could leave." 

"What about me?" Maxine asked, raising her hand.

"Come with us, We'll take care of you while it's not safe out." Gary said, almost pleading her to say yes.

"I don't have anyone else but France and Samantha. I don't know where to go from here…"

"Then that settles it. Nikolai will take us somewhere safe. If the 141 is no more, we could still salvage weapons and ammo for ourselves. But after this, there's no turning back." Price added, his voice sparked inspiration to everyone. 

And that was it, from that moment. They've gone rogue, for a good cause. And they have to defeat Nero, Whatever it takes.

The Next Step

John Price

Task Force 141 - Disbanded

Former Task Force 141 Base - Helipad

A small group of his comrades were willing enough to stop the war, even at the cost of losing a lot of privileges. Price was always one to work under strict jurisdiction, and this rogue act he's going to commit will be backed up soon, it's going to be dependent on how Laswell influences the board.

The idea was easy. Create another task force which had to be approved prior to the 141's disbandment so that the papers for their redeployment would never be processed. Of course a few strings needed to be pulled and an organization must be able to absorb them. Interpol was willing to help along with Jack's influence to the CIA and Price was lucky enough to have them two on their side.

And there they were, with Nikolai's majestic aircraft, they set course to a temporary camp thanks to Jack. Price noted that he'd get along with the CIA, given they're age similarities and stance toward warfare. 

He surveyed his trusty crew and took note of their abilities. There's Alex, former CIA and fought alongside him in Verdansk and Urzikstan. He's got a clear objective and will and it doesn't matter to Price whether its love or world peace. He's good at terrible hostile locations and can single-handedly turn the tide of war by local agreements and persuasion. A good weapon.

Then there's Simon Riley, or Ghost. Excellent Sniper, the team's tech guy. He's a keeper, his ability to reject emotions while in combat makes him focused and a keen observer. He also excels in weapon usage. You give him anything with a trigger and he'll be sure to hit enemies no matter what.

Another one is John MacTavish, or Soap, what kind of a name is Soap? Price thought. Price looked at the muppet proudly. He rose among his comrades during recruitment and stood at the top of his batch, showing exemplary combat skills and demolitions expertise. Excellent at handling air support machinery and his keen eye never misses a tango hiding from the field. He's got it tough recently, Price believed luck wasn't on his side that's why he got injured a lot.

There's Gary Sanderson or Roach. Price calls him the team's therapist. He sees the willingness to help from the guy. He's eager to train hard and be better and he was impressed on how he handled the German Infilnitration they did together. He has initiative and a clear goal. Something useful at these times.

There's Francine Winters, France a.k.a. Shepherd's prodigy, the last minute addition. He's still quite skeptic as to why she's placed here, but so far he knew that with her sister mentally disturbed by the enemies she's bound to use her emotions as ammunition. She's great at stealth and close combat especially great for breaking and entering missions. She could be trained of open area battles and she has the drive to do so, making her another good addition to the team.

As for the remaining ones, Jack and Maxine, he has no idea yet but them tagging along and using their resources to the fight would greatly increase their chances of killing Nero and destroying the era of EMP machinery.

"Looks like you got yourself a pretty nice team, pal." Jack patted the Former captain's shoulder.

"Yeah. Small enough to remain secret and powerful enough to defeat Nero." he muttered. Jack held his phone and showed it to Price.

"I got us a place. An old CIA Safehouse."

"Are you sure this is going to be okay?" 

"Positive. This one's not used for decades. Classified as dormant and unmaintained. It's situated near a city that once housed a lot of terror activity but after it got neutralized it became very peaceful." Jack convinced. Price no longer hesitated, the team needed the help they can get.

"As long as we're under the radar." He replied and gave Nikolai the coordinates. From there they would begin their revenge toward Nero's attack, plan Samantha's rescue, and discover what Shepherd is really up to...

One step at a time.

Doing everything they can.

To set things right.

Whatever it Takes.

END OF PART 1

Wild ride first half. I hope you stay for the second part right around the corner!

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I just wanted to say, I love your fics! They are so adorbable! Anyway... I was wondering if I could grab some Zion x Reader (already established relationship preferrably) where Reader always does stupid shit like eat random stuff off the floor, LiCk OtHeR pEoPlE, and other dumb stuff and one day they're just laying on the blanket together snuggled up and Reader just asks, "What do you think happens if we bit a zombie? DO YOU THINK THAT'S THE CURE?!" please and thanks!^^

Hereee it is Anon~ Thank you so much, and thanks for being so patient too! Hope you enjoy reader’s quirkiness hahaha xx

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Weirdo - Zion POV x Reader

* image from LucyDreams, Dangerous Fellows

Word Count: 1,802

General / Fluff

Warning: Profanity

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Yesss… Some fucking down time for once.

I wrap my arm around (Y/N)’s shoulders as we patrol around the school, pressing gently into my side; she sighs in content. The halls were quiet; no zombies, no useless fighting, no whining complaints. The moment felt perfect.

That was… Until (Y/N) spotted something on the floor ahead.

Leaving my side in an instant, she cheerfully skips over to investigate – picking up the unknown object with no hesitation whatsoever. She holds up a half-eaten, UNWRAPPED candy bar excitedly, and it was then that I realised her intentions.

Shit! Not again!

“LOOK ZION! FREE FOOD!”

“WAIT! STOP!”

I yell out, but it was too late. She had already popped the abandoned treat into her mouth; chewing happily before slapping her hands against both sides of her cheeks and jumping up and down in pure joy.

I couldn’t help but face palm at her spontaneous action, to put it nicely. It wasn’t the first time she had eaten off the ground; but somehow, I still hoped that she’d listen to me and at least think about the hazards.

“Babe… I have a spare, unopened one in my pocket! You didn’t have to eat from the fucking floor… again.” Sighing heavily, I make my way towards her satisfied form.

“I’m not gonna leave a perfectly good candy bar out in the open. What if it gets stepped on?” She protests; looking at me incredulously, as if I had just committed an offensive act. “Food is valuable Hon; beggars can’t be choosers!”

Sticking her tongue out playfully, I roll my eyes; knowing better than to try and lecture her once more.

“Okay, well… Remind me NOT to kiss you ‘til you brush your teeth.”

(Y/N)’s expression darkens mischievously, eyeing me down like a predator about to pounce. “Awwww whyyy? Just kiss me now!”

She then begins bolting towards me. Unsure of whether I needed to fight or flight, my body hesitates to move.

Eyes wide, sweating uncontrollably; I search for an escape route. However, it was too late. She leaps onto me with great force, knocking the wind out of me as we tumble onto the floor.

“Ow… The hell babe! What am I? A piece of meat or something?!”

Giggling triumphantly from my peeved expression, she cuddles me tight; nuzzling her face against my chest before commanding, “KISSES!”

I chuckle lightly, shaking my head in defeat.

Lifting her chin up to face me, she grins cheekily as our eyes meet.

Dammit! She’s too adorable, there’s no winning her!

“Ahh, fine!”

I give in – kissing her gently, her lips; as intoxicating as ever. Pulling away, I tilt my head slightly in wonder. “Huh… Sweet.”

“Right?!” She beams proudly.

“Doesn’t mean you can keep eating off the floors.” I remind her, wishful thinking at this point.

Covering her ears, she gets up swiftly and continues down the hall – pretending not to hear me as she sings annoyingly loud.

“La la la laaaa~ I can’t heeaaar youuuu. AYE AYE, CAPTAIN! OHHHHHHHHH~”

Out of all the references she could’ve made…

I burst out hysterically at her heavily exaggerated pirate accent, clutching my stomach in pain from laughter.

Damn, she got me. Cute ass weirdo.

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Where the hell is she?

Searching in room after room, I try to locate (Y/N) for today’s supply run. As I pass by the classroom of 1-C, the distinct colour of (h/c) catches my eye from the window of the door. Immediately recognising the back of (Y/N)’s head, I turn toward the entrance.

“Hey babe, let’s go!” I call out as I slide the door open. “Lawrence and Ethan are waiti-”

My words stop short as I’m met with the shocking scene of (Y/N) leaning down, face to face with Judy; head slightly tilted to the right – Judy’s vibrant giggles igniting an intense jealousy within me.

“OH, HELL NO!” I roar, racing over with every intention of breaking up this ‘kiss’.

As I marched over to their intimate act, the scenario that I was greeted with was… baffling. A kiss would’ve been much less confusing as this.

Really… what was I thinking? A kiss? This was (Y/N) we were talking about here. As if it’d be something as cliché as a kiss… Nope! Instead, my stunning girlfriend was enthusiastically licking her auburn-haired friend on the cheek – like a starved puppy.

“That tickles (Y/N)!” Judy titters in glee.

Mouth agape, I stand frozen in absolute shock; not knowing how to respond, or even process the odd visual before me. It was then that she finally stops; turning her head slowly towards an unsuspecting Eugene who was lying upon two desks, eyes closed and enjoying the music from his headphones – absolutely clueless. Creeping up slow, she crouches down beside her target before giving the side of his face a long, uncomfortable to watch, lick.

Eugene’s eyes then snap open in complete shock, flinching away so hard that he falls off the desks; lying flat upon the floor.

“OW! WHAT THE FUCK? WHY?!” He yells, blushing furiously as he vigorously wipes at his cheek.

(Y/N) leans over, offering her hand out toward him as a peace offering and smiling innocently. Eugene hesitates, but eventually grabs her hand. “Oh uh, thanks?”

Pulling him up to his feet, she swiftly lifts his hand to her face and drags her tongue along his knuckles.

“STOP THAT ALREADY!!!” Now, as crimson as ever, Eugene snatches his hand back and sprints out the door in mortification – too weirded out and scared to witness what she’d do next if he were to stay.

Hearing a soft, gentle chuckle from across the room, (Y/N) snaps her head towards the noise. I turn to see Harry now awkwardly laughing under the intense stare of my girlfriend, as she eyed her next victim.

Ok, the day had barely begun and I’m already feeling exhausted… things are getting way outta hand in here.

Poor Harry is sweating bullets.

Placing a hand upon her shoulder, (Y/N) jolts in response – breaking her out of her trance.

“Babe, I think that’s enough now…”

I take a quick glance at Harry. Sighing in relief, he mouths a ‘thank you’ and I subtly nod back, glad to have saved a fellow comrade from (Y/N)’s pursuit of… what exactly?

“What the hell are you doing anyway?”

Wiping the drool that had trickled from the side of her mouth, she looks up at me with eyes full of curiosity. “I wanted to understand why zombies were so obsessed with our flesh!”

Now, I’m quite used to her crazy antics, but this… this was a whole new level of crazy. I decide to drop the subject, too mentally fried to do anything else but leave already.

“Right… well, did you get your answer? Can we go now?”

She taps her index finger upon her chin before flashing a dorky grin. “Yeah, I’m satisfied with my findings.”

“Your findings?”

“Yup! They taste different!” She exclaims in a matter-of-fact tone before casually making her way out the door.

Rubbing the back of my head, I follow after her – at a complete loss with how to calm down the constant tornado that she was.

“Never a dull moment with this one…” I chuckle under my breath.

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Hmm, now this is more like it.

I breathe in deep, appreciating the serene ambience as my lover is wrapped within my arms upon the messy sheets. Snuggling close and enjoying each other’s company, we wait in my room, letting the others gather for dinner in 1-C before making our way there.

As much as I love how energetic and quirky (Y/N) is, it’s nice to have a break from all of her recent shenanigans.

“What do you think happens if we bite a zombie? DO YOU THINK THAT’S THE CURE?!”

(Y/N) raises her head to meet my gaze, her eyes sparkling with ambition.

…I spoke too soon.

“I highly doubt that.”

A burning desire to test out her new theory; she begins to rise from my embrace, “We’ll never know if we don’t at least try!”

“NO!”

Frantic, I pull her back down and hold her locked tight against my chest, “For my sake, can you PLEASE stop doing shit that could get you killed?!”

Attempting to wriggle out of my firm hold, she whines, “Come onnn, Zion! There’s no point in living if you don’t spice things up a bit!”

“If you die, there’s no point in living if you’re no longer with me anyways!”

I couldn’t help but pout at her constant neglect for her safety.

Breaking out in a fit of laughter, she pinches my cheeks playfully, “Awww cutie… Never realised you were so sappy, Zion!”

Feeling heat rise upon my cheeks, I look away – avoiding her wicked stare.

“Shut up dummy…” I grumble grumpily.

(Y/N) giggles sweetly before placing a light kiss on my nose. “I’m sorry babe, I’m not going anywhere.”

Wrapping her arms around me once more, she finally settles back into my embrace.

“Anyways, something hilarious happened on my way here.”

“Oh yeah?” I reply eagerly, welcoming any opportunity to change the subject.

“I heard multiple voices coming from 1-C calling me a ‘weirdo’.” She titters light-heartedly, completely unfazed. I, however, was fuming.

“THEY WHAT?!”

Oh… you bastards are gonna fucking GET IT!

Consumed by rage, I hastily jump to my feet.

“Wait, where are you going?” (Y/N) questions in perplexity.

“To have a little talk. No one gets away with insulting my girl!”

Gesturing for me to return with her hand, she chuckles; brushing off the severity of the issue. “Oh, it’s fine! Don’t you call me a weirdo all the time?”

“That’s different!” Fuelled with fury, I bolt out the door.

“Wait! Zion, come back!” She yells after me, however, the anger numbs my ears; causing me to zone out her plea.

How could she simply laugh it off as they make fun of her?! No. Not her. Not when she’s with ME.

Slamming the door open, not bothering to look around the room; I inhale deep. “WHO’S SAYING SHIT ABOUT MY GIRLFRIEND?!”

No one responds, they all stare at me in shock, completely frozen from the fear of being caught.

“No one’s allowed to call (Y/N) a weirdo but me, you hear?! She’s my weirdo!”

Hearing light footsteps stop behind me, I turn back and see (Y/N) looking up at me with utter love and affection as she blushes profusely. My gaze on her softens, as she heart-warmingly smiles – completely touched.

“Mine…” I trail off, as I drown in her gorgeous (e/c) orbs.

Yes, she may do some stupid shit, but I was equally as weird. Weird, for loving someone as much as I do with (Y/N)… and honestly, I wouldn’t have it any other way.

Guess I’m the real weirdo here.

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A/N: If no one picked up on my SpongeBob reference or sang the rest of the lyrics, I’ll be very, VERY sad… 😂

x mod luna