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Happy New Years Guys! I hope you guys stay healthy ❤️

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Hiii its me again 🍄 anon! And i got more ideas for Ravine writing!

Ok so what if like we have a scenario where maybe Ravine gets caught off guard, like someone unexpectedly came up from behind him(I honestly doubt that would actually happen but just for the sake if the post lets just say it happens) and Ravine's first instinct/reaction is to grab whoever's behind him and throw them over his shoulder (WWE style-) then proceeds to almost blow there head off with whatever firearm on him at the time.

If it wasn't for whoever got bodied to snap Ravine out of it there would have been a blood soak floor. When said person gets up they ask him what that was about and as per usual, Ravine says nothing but just stares at them before walking away.

I just think it would be funny seeing people like Ghost and Price get bodied/thrown around like it was nothing. And honestly seeing König get decommissioned in seconds would be hilarious! He's probably so used to being feared by everyone/being build like a fuckin truck that having someone casually just flip him would probably throw him for a loop.

Anyways thanks for listening to my dumb rambling again! Ravine always makes me feel better! This is 🍄 anon and ill see you next time!

Also Ravine could do that to me and i would fuckin thank him-

Watching Young Justice League- (or the crash course bc I can’t find full ep.) and realizing they skipped so much stuff. Maybe I should’ve started with comics instead of a TV series. Anyone have recommendations for someone who’s just getting into DC? (I already have like- a character that turns from a normal boy into a meta-human into the moon- I meAN WHAT- Too much fun with angst. I swear I try to write fluff, I swear I am. XD)

Also Spiderman??? So much angst on top of angst on top of angst- Like "Spider-man: No Way Home- WHAT DO YOU MEAN?? PETER MY CHILD OMG 😭 Fuck that I'm gonna make a character where the magic didn't work on him. Fuck u Marvel for making every Spider-man sad 😭 (Anyone wanna read that? 👀👀)

Hi hi 🍄 Anon👋, thank you so much for sharing this because I had so much fun! XD And it's not dumb I love your rambles! Let's just say that it was on a day where Ravine was thinking of the past. Problem solved😌 I hope you enjoy this and see you around 🍄 Anon👋💕 Omg same– WHAT WHO SAID THAT! Also merry christmas everybody! Hope you’re having a wonderful holiday! 💕

He didn’t mean to, he really didn’t. But that didn’t stop his reflexes from working faster than his brain. Ravine should’ve known to stay inside if he was going to be taken over with his thoughts.

Simon Ghost Riley

Ghost had been walking around the base for too long, just trying to find the giant of a man. How is it possible to not know where someone that big was? It’s not like he can hide with his size.

Or can he?

He has a feeling that Ravine can do so much more than he has already shown TF 141, and Ghost was eager to know when that would be.

Ghost blinks when he sees Ravine’s slouched body leaving the weapon room, a box under his arm with mechanical parts sticking out if and his attention stuck to the papers in his other hand.

Of course he would be working on something.

When was he not?

But Ravine was so deeply rooted inside his head, he wasn’t reading the documents or even looking at it correctly when he felt it.

Someone was behind him.

Someone-

Ravine feels his skin crawl, his mind playing tricks on him and-

Ghost feels gravity leaving him as Ravine yanks him over his shoulder. With his vision upside down, a silent gasp leaves his mouth. The air gets knocked out of his lungs as he lays on the cold ground with his hand in Ravine’s tight grip, his eyes swimming.

“Argh! Ravine, it's me!”

CRASH

Ravine drops everything as he falls to his knee, hands now softly brushing over Ghost as he sits up. He groans as he leans back on Ravine’s bent knee. Ravine twitches at the contact before lightly placing his hand on his hurt shoulder.

Ghost tilts his head towards Ravine’s chest, he can almost hear his heart beating out of his ribcage from guilt as he tries to catch his breath from being thrown around.

Despite the situation and the physical ache, Ghost finds Ravine’s reactions hilarious. (Don’t tell anyone that.)

Ravine doesn’t know what to do, doesn’t know where to put his other hand as it lingers around Ghost who’s clenching and unclenching his fist, testing if it’s sprained or not by the firm grip Ravine had it a few seconds ago.

Ravine wants to leave, walk away as if he didn’t just hurt his teammate because of his wild instincts.

"What was that-"

Ghost’s shoulder aches and he blinks at the hand mark slowly forming on his wrist.

“-Bloody hell…”

Ravine tenses.

Ravine lifts Ghost up with ease, a little too much ease to the latter's taste as he hurries through the mess of fallen mechanical parts and loose documents.

He calmly walks through the base, getting Gaz and Soap’s attention as they pass the lounge. Gaz’s eyes widen while the water leaks out from Soap’s gaping mouth onto his shirt.

“What- Was that- Did…???”

“Ravine carrying Ghost? Yep definitely was them.”

Price could only stare as Ravine barges into his office with Ghost looking a little too comfortable in his arms as if he could take a nap right there and then.

The captain pulls his lips into a thin line, slowly slurping from his coffee mug as he squints his eyes at them.

“Let me guess…”

“Yes.”

“Oh boy.”

Ravine looks down at Ghost who’s leaning his head further into his chest, secretly enjoying the situation and then at Price who stares as if it’s a normal Tuesday.

Later they get told by the doctor that Ghost’s shoulder is injured due to being almost pulled out of his sockets and his wrist was now branded with Ravine’s hand for who knows how many days- weeks even.

Ravine couldn’t face Ghost for weeks- months if it wasn’t for Ghost and Price cornering him like they did the day Ghost met Ravine for the first time.

Ghost has a sense of déjà-vu.

(Sometimes brushes his hand over the purple-bluish bruise and compares his hand size with Ravines.)

John Price

It happened while they were still getting to know each other in the early days when Price found him inside that… room.

He knew he had to tread carefully with the burning man. He was like a wounded animal, cornered with nowhere to escape with his fangs bared at anything that breathed too loudly or at all.

But Price believed they had crossed over that line as Ravine didn’t react when he had to sit down in a room full of people or inside the tiny car he had to fit in to go on missions. (Price voiced out how too soon it was to send Ravine anywhere. But orders were orders.)

Ravine didn’t react to anything at all anymore. A perfect weap- soldier as Shepard liked to call him.

And so when they arrived back to base after another successful mission with Ravine making it so much easier with his fast killing and stealth, Price had only wanted to praise him for his good work.

But maybe, just maybe it wasn’t a smart idea to suddenly come up from behind him right after a tense operation-

Since Price found himself on the ground, his body having been flipped into the air like he weighed nothing as he landed with a loud ‘BANG’ echoing off the walls and on the ground.

Laswell gasped in surprise, jumping from her seat as Ravine took a step back as if realizing now what he had just done.

The gun that he had pulled out from his holster was now lowered instantly. Ravine’s body was tense, freezing still in his spot.

Price gets back on his feet, leaning slightly onto Laswell as he groans, trying to downplay the situation for Ravine.

“Shiiiiiit… You sure know how to use that strength of yours., don't you?"

Silence takes over the room before Ravine vanishes from his sight, quickly marching away from them with nothing to say. It makes Price sigh loudly.

Laswell chuckles underneath her breath. “Well that was a sight.”

“Will not happen again, so enjoy it while it lasts.” Price breathes out, hands on his hips as he bends his back forward with pain. “Damn it, I need to see the medic…I think I broke something.”

He ends up with bruised skin on his back, even fractured bones that puts him out of commission.

Price eyes the doctor, “...Well I’ll be damned.”

Price never thought that he would end up getting slammed into the ground like the enemies Ravine sometimes threw over his shoulder. Luckily for him Ravine didn’t use as much force as he did with them as they were directly knocked out of their consciousness...and then shot to death.

‘Now where is…’

It took a few months for him to finally get a real conversation with Ravine.

König

He shouldn’t be feeling like this, he really shouldn’t. But König continues to scream into his head, cheeks flared up with his thoughts stuck from the earlier occurrences.

König leaves the training facility, a towel draped over his shoulders as he makes his way to the showers to relax his muscles from the workout. Soon enough his stomach rumbles and he changes his mind of going back to his room to relax.

Rounding the corner, he sees Ravine staring through the window, his arms crossed over his chest, making his back muscle tense.

Feeling a little confident to try talking to the soldier who was just as tall as him, sticking out like a sore thumb in the team with… shorter people, König approaches the quiet man with a small smile.

“Hey Ravine.”

Surprised that the man didn’t react like he usually would when called, König tilts his head as he reaches a hand out.

“Rav-?”

A startled yelp escapes his lips, the world tilts and he finds himself staring at the swinging lights hanging from the ceiling. His body twitches uncomfortable and aches in pain as confusion swims in his eyes.

With his breath knocked out of him, shock taking over mentally and physically as Ravine slowly releases his steel grip, König tries to choke out something but he could only gasp. 

“…W-Was..?” -…W-What..?

Pain radiates through his left side but as König sees Ravine’s body loom over him, pressure withdrawn from his stomach and arms, and the realization that he had been so easily decommissioned in seconds, has left a new kind of warmth rushing through him.

König slowly rises to his feet, hand shooting up to rub his shoulder. The man stares confused when Ravine is now checking him over with what he guesses is worry, since there isn’t much to find out with his face covered and the silence in his throat.

“I-I’m fine, you just took me by surprise.”

Ravine brushes his fingers over the bruise forming on König’s wrist and König doesn’t know why he suddenly felt he should leave.

“Don’t worry, it’s fine. I er- I’m going to eat now. Yeah…now.”

However, with his food sitting in front of him, fork in hand, König stares silently in front of him, confusing his teammates in the dining hall and creeping others with his unblinking eyes. And just as quietly as he came he robotically goes back to his room.

That’s when he flops down on his bed, face pushed into his pillow, his face reddening when the situation with Ravine finally hits him.

Ravine had swung him over his shoulder like nothing and had pressed his knee down on his stomach, keeping him in place with his arms over his head with a grip that left handprints on him that were bruising.

König was used to being feared and manhandling others- others as in targets to eliminate- but being tossed around like a toy by someone else is-

‘AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH-’

Both were evading the other’s presence without the other’s knowledge until they were put back together for a mission.

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I hope you enjoyed this! If anyone has any other imagine, scenarios, headcanon, etc. Feel free to send it to me, I love reading what you guys have in mind ❤️

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Ravine reminds me of Mr crawling from homicipher. I just imagine him having really long hair under the helmet and him just not speaking proper sentences and instead stringing words together. Imagine him going up to Price when upset and pointing at his helmet and saying “Pat” and just waiting till Price pats him

Omg Anon you are on to smt here! (Also I pike Mr Crawling, he's so nice!)

I am so adding this scenario to the list. This is such a cute imagine, thank you Anon💕 kudos to you 🌟

Ravine definetley answers in broken sentences, which is why he doesn't speak for long. Like, keeping it so short that nobody would find out he doesn't know how to speak probably anymore after Price found him.

Imagine Ravine having a very long braid or french braid or anything that you can think of to do with long hair?? (And then putting flowers in, looking like Rapunzel lol XD) And if he ever decides to remove the helmet, he throws his head back while everyone is staring at the mane that is his hair, reaching his knees or smt and going "Wooaaaaahhh- what?"

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It's a little funny to me when I realized the requests aligns so well with Ravine's 'timeline', if you know what I mean.

Like these are things that are happening in order while 141 gets to know and grows closer to him.

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ITS DINO ANON 🦖🦖🦖

I did!!! All 7 piercings have new bars, all are silver or black 🫡 we are slaying out here.

How are you!?!??!?!? Are you doing okay my friend???

OMG IT'S 🦕 DINO ANON HIII HELLO

Silver and black?? Hell yeah! You got taste, slay it! ✨

I am aliveeee, recovering from an accident injury AND trying to get more into DC, I only know basic stuff like how did Batman turn into Batman, Superman and yada yada.

How about you?? Is everything well?

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ohhhhh~ when ya gonna write/publish the work in progress? :D

Either Wednesday or on the weekend :D

This is what I'm hoping anyways 🥲

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Part 2 Cracked Helmet

Part 2 or short epilogue(?) of the cracked helmet just because :))  Hope you enjoy! :DD (There’s so many comics, TV-shows and movies about DC. Where do I even start?? Also not a fan of the angst comics, I saw some scenes- Why is everything only sad sad sad??? Yeah I’m skipping that- also skipping Injustice League. Saving myself from that insanity AND WHY ARE THERE SO MANY CHARACTERS?! As if it isn’t already hard enough with Marvel😭)

With the mission ending on a successful note despite the tiny- issue at the end, 141 takes a breather on the helicopter as they return back to base.

Ravine watches from underneath the safety of his helmet as his teammates chattered. Seemingly moving closer and closer to the corner he has chosen to retreat to, his personal space almost- almost about to be invaded by Soap and Gaz.

They try to drag him into the conversation with Ravine only answering in short words as he usually does.

Albeit the blood soaked soldier had his attention somewhere deep in his mind. Ghost doesn’t miss the instants where the quiet man brushes his hand over his pant pocket.

The chinook lands, time passing by like a blink of an eye. Price jumps out from the co-pilot seat, his legs marching towards the cabin of the helicopter with purpose.

He dislikes bringing the atmosphere down as much as the next guy, but he needed the details from Ravine’s own mouth. With a quick sigh, he dismisses his team and motions Ravine to follow him.

Soap places a supportive hand on his back but it lands on nothing as Ravine steps back from him before trailing after the captain.

Soap sighs with a smile. ‘Guess I really just got lucky back there.’

Now it was Gaz’s turn to send him a smug smile.

“Heh, someone got rejected.”

“Shut up you’re just jealous he let me touch him first!”

“Don’t let it go to your head, Johnny.”

“Yeah, your head’s pretty big alre-.”

“WHAT?!”

Price looks over his shoulder, checking if Ravine was still following him to his office.

“Come on kid.”

He holds the door open, waiting for Ravine to go in on his own terms.

And as they sat opposite of each other, the silence stretched with Price staring at Ravine’s still form as if he was a statue, he opens his mouth, knowing the other wasn’t going to talk first.

“What happened?”

Silence.

“What happened for you to- kill them like that?”

Ravine leans his back on the chair, head tilted upwards to the ceiling.

He was talking about the fire.

His hand moves slowly, sitting up straight, he fishes a paper out of his pants pocket. Ravine lowers his head and hands over the crumpled piece of paper to Price, who unwraps it.

The captain eyes the picture of a father and a daughter grinning in his arms. The father glowed in the photo, his eyes filled with love for the child as he held her close.

Price doesn’t understand what Ravine wants to tell him but he sees his body trembling, hands balled into fists that blood dripped from his palms.

Price stands up from his seat, the chair almost toppling over.

“Is- Is this, this-”

He can’t finish his question, can’t even ask.

Memories flood back to him of the day he found Ravine inside his cell, the prison abandoned of life besides the giant man, draped over with fire like a blanket, sitting on a pool from a mixture of blood and remains of doctors and soldiers- everyone working in the facility.

Thick silence takes over, Price rubs a hand over his face at what this means- meant.

“This- Here… You should keep this.”

Ravine stills, his blood soaking the fragile paper before it went up in flames, shocking Price.

“No.”

He rises up from his seat, back turned towards Price as he leaves.

“They don’t exist. Not anymore.”

Price sighs heavily, a hand over his eyes and on his waist.

...What was he supposed to write on the report?

He needs to talk to Laswell... and probably Shepard as well since he was the one who sent him on that damned mission to find their new weapon.

That night when Ghost passed Ravine’s room, he felt unusually cold. He stills in front of the door. 

Typically warmth would seeth out from there, as if all heaters were turned on.

But now it felt like the room had been abandoned, emptied of any presence.

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Hi I just want to say I enjoy your writing and I can't wait for more I hope this doesn't make you feel pressured I just want to let you know I really enjoy your writing lol also is there anyway I can be tagged? If not that's fine have a lovely day make sure you take care of yourself ❤️

Aww 😭😭

Thank you so much, you don't know how much it means that you enjoy it!

You're added to the taglist <3 I hope you keep enjoying them, and if not let me know what I can do to improve y writing.🥰 🤗

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Dino anon 🤚🤚🤚

The lip one doesn't go into the inside of my mouth so I'm safe from that 🫡, but you get a lotta gunk to clean off it. Hurts more when getting it done but healing? Not much, like a little boo boo

I wanna get cute little bars to put in there once it's healed at the end of January. AND HAPPY NEW YEARS ✨️✨️✨️✨️✨️✨️

DID U GET YOUR CUTE BARS DINO ANON? 👀

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I love love love ravine !! What about cod characters reacting to ravine fighting someone and them creating a crack in his helmet. Nothing that would show his face but like a dramatic crack along his helmet.

Anonymous: hello!excited you’re back. I’m the anon that sent the cracked helmet request and if you’re taking request I have another dramatic one😭 something like Ravine was maybe ambushed or he just entered enemy territory by himself and as the team is getting closer to Ravine they just keep finding bodies until they eventually find him and he’s just surrounded by a bunch of dropped enemies.  It’s a lot😭😭 but like if you are taking request I just wanted to throw one in

Part 2 of Cracket Helmet I can’t believe it’s almost been a year since my last post. I am so sorry to the ones who sent me a request and waited this long 😭. My interest kept jumping around and I really didn’t want to half-ass some writing and then post it. And some stuff happened. Since we are on the topic of interest, anyone interested in DC? 👀 I don’t even know where to start with all the comics and shows. ANYWAYS Sorry! Here’s the scenario! Enjoy <3 I might have wrote this as if 141 landed in a horror movie XDDD And I am so sorry for all the Scotts if I used their words wrong. (Don’t kill me also this thing is looooong.)

Gaz sighs under his breath, wondering how long he had to deal with this cold damp weather.

He closes an eye, the other looking through the scope of his gun. He doubts he has to kill anyone as he hasn’t seen anyone that is capable of escaping from Ravine’s grasp. The soldier quietly waits for the rest of the team to show up that were tasked to take down the outposts around the base.

Something flashes in the corner of his eyes and Gaz immediately shifts the gun. Alerted of the sudden brightness cutting through the mist, he hears screams echoing through the darkness.

‘Shit is that a fire?’

There was no sign of Ravine who had infiltrated the giant base alone. And there was no way for Gaz to talk to him and not blow his cover as another light went out inside the building.

“Gaz, how’s the situation?”

“Cap, there’s a fire on the east wing of the enemy base. No sign of Ravine but the enemies are now on high alert.”

“Alright. Move up! Regroup by the fire.”

“Copy that.”

Gaz stealthy moves through the slippery grass with his gun held close to his chest, slowing down only when he sees the rest of 141 glancing around at the bodies littering the place.

“By the devil, Ravine sure knows how to do quick work.”

Soap almost trips on another body laying behind him, the corpse had his eyes and jaws wide open as if he saw something sinister that haunted his mind until death stole his breath with a simple stab to his heart.

It was quite eerie as the team marched through the silent base.

Drip

With each corner turned, the men found more enemy corpses and kept finding more as they marched further into the snuffed out HQ.

Drip

Why was it so quiet? It felt like this place had been abandoned for years as a few lights still flickered with life, showing 141 the way.

And is that smoke they smell?

-Is that blood dripping from the ceiling?!

Ghost hears low crackling, following the sound he finds an orange glow spilling into the hallway.

The room was burned through and left was a flame the size of his foot sitting peacefully inside the blackened space. The smell of burned bodies hits his nose and Ghost grimaces, fully understanding what the torched blobs on the ground were.

He whispers beneath his breath, “What the hell…”

But as quiet as their surroundings were, accompanied only by the echoing sound of their boots hitting the ground, Ghost was sure his teammates heard him crystal clear.

“Cap! I found something!”

Price turns around, staring at the thing Soap held up. Blood still dripped down like a broken faucet from the drenched vest beside a shot soldier.

“That’s Ravine’s.”

Gaz nervously glances around him. “Alright, I don’t know about you guys but this is slowly giving me the creeps.”

“Tell me about it.” Soap drops the vest, his fingers stained with bright blood as he shakes his hand with a frown.

Light blazes from the windows and the soldiers flinch, guns raised as they exclaim in shock.

“What now?!”

On the other hand, as if he had witnessed something like this, Price rushes towards the rear of the enemy base where the flames danced. The rest of 141 hot on his tail when they regained their composure.

Soap couldn’t help but gasp as he came to a halt behind the captain.

Angry fire surrounded the backside, the stench was impossible for his nose as a hand flew over his lower face for protection. The bright warm tone shone through the mist and killed the cold, a sweat sliding down Soap’s face.

Gaz blinks at the scene.

They finally found Ravine.

A blood soaked Ravine, standing with his back turned and surrounded by corpses with their faces morphed into one of fear.

But as they came, loudly and in a rush- Ravine had pointed his gun at them as he snapped his head around like a deer in headlights and as a result, 141 had their guns now pointed at Ravine.

They hoped this wasn’t a rogue situation.

They liked the quiet guy who seemed cold and ruthless, and was oh so sweet in his own way.

“Stop!”

Eyes dart toward their Cap who waves them down- to lower their weapons. They hesitate, their guard raised on high alert, especially after what they had to walk through.

Soap whisper-yells, stress evident in his voice when he sees Price now slowly inching towards the giant…creature. Price harshly shushes him and the rest of the soldiers as he lowers his own gun, his arms spread apart to seem less intimidating.

As if he was the sinister beast in this situation.

“Hey… Ravine. It’s fine. Everything’s alright.”

Price notices the cracks coming out from below Ravine’s hand holding onto his helm and as he steps closer he can see the hand holding the gun tremble ever so slightly as it points at his chest.

“I’m not here to hurt you, Ravine.”

John drops his weapon to the ground.

He slowly reaches out a hand and…

Ravine moves away, gun slightly lowered.

“It’s alright, you’re alright. Your face is covered, nobody can see anything alright? It’s not your fault.”

Price’s hand finally rests on top of the gun and he slowly pushes it down, and Ravine drops it, both hands flying towards his helm to cover the crack as he lowers himself to the ground like a scolded child.

“I…Alright- What the fuck?”

Price sighs as he hears Gaz questioning the situation.

“Just see this as a form of… PTSD alright?”

Ghost, Gaz and Soap didn’t know what to make of this.

And as they sat inside the Chinook to return, they were left alone with Ravine who was still holding onto his head- helm like his life depended on it, Gaz takes pity on the guy and slowly slides beside his hunched over body with the medical kit that he had been eyeing for a while.

Clearly Ravine had been acting out because what seemed to hold himself together, got broken.

“Hey Ravine. How are you holding up?”

“...Sorry.”

Gaz wants to put a hand on his shoulder but throws that thought away as he had never touched him before and doesn’t know how the giant would react now. So his hand awkwardly hovers over the t-shirt Ravine wore.

How the hell did he keep warm in such thin clothes?

“Hey it’s alright. It happens to the best of us, right?” He turns to the other boys.

“Aye, it’ll be a skoosh.”

“English, McTavish.”

Even without looking, Ravine can hear Soap’s eyes rolling to the back of his head at Ghost’s comment.

“I meant- Don’t worry about it buddy.” The mohawk man slides right up next to Gaz, body leaning forward to give the giant a grin.

“Hoooow about you let me see that crack? And, I’ll put some bandaid on it for now? I swear I’ll be quick.”

Ravine feels like a child as Gaz with a soft smile points at the medkit that Soap is now holding up like a trophy.

Ghost eyes them, they looked like some sketchy salesmen trying to scam the poor guy into a horrendous deal.

It takes a while of staring from the three before Ravine lowers his hands from his helmet. He doesn’t look up as Gaz rips up the biggest band-aid he could find inside the medkit.

Ghost now stands behind the duo, watching over them as they take all the band-aids they had and sticking over the visor that was spiderwebbed from probably a bullet impact.

Soap tries not to press too hard as he sticks the other bandaids on the crack. He leans back, admiring his and Gaz’s work and with a gamble, the Scottish soldier slides his hand on his shoulder.

“Aye, ain’t that bad.”

Ravine runs his gloved fingers over the bandaids and through his eyes, he watches as Gaz and Soap smile at him.

Maybe he could relax around them.

Maybe just a tiny bit.

“Thank you.”

Soap celebrates internally, his hand still on his broad shoulders as he sends a smug look towards Gaz and Ghost as if he’s saying he won as he sits down beside the giant man.

Ghost sighs as Gaz rolls his eyes.

‘Lucky bastard.’

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mixing the cracked helmet and the one I just sent is completely fine!

Thank you for letting me know awesome Anon ✌️

I'll do my best to take time to work on it for you and the other readers :)))

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Dino anon is such a cute little name !!!

Modeling is when I go back to college on the 8th....we had to draw each goddamn frame before though

#sobbinghysterically

I did however get my septum and vertical labret pierced TODAY- my nose hurts more than the lip I've never been more confused

Shocked pikachu face is me

Then 🦕Dino Anon it is! :D

(Ik that's not a dino but I don't have the emoji for it 😭)

OFF that's rough! I'm sure you pass them though 💪 >:)

#HugsForYou

HELL YEAH GET THOSE PIERCINGS! How is it like to have one on the lip? Does it like scrap against your teeth and stuff? :000

Trashy is very interested right now 👀👀👀 And wishing you fast recovery! :D

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hello!excited you’re back. I’m the anon that sent the cracked helmet request and if you’re taking request I have another dramatic one😭 something like Ravine was maybe ambushed or he just entered enemy territory by himself and as the team is getting closer to Ravine they just keep finding bodies until they eventually find him and he’s just surrounded by a bunch of dropped enemies. It’s a lot😭😭 but like if you are taking request I just wanted to throw one in

Hello Hello Anon! :DD Yes I'm working on that one, thank you for the request btw :)))

This is an awesome idea! Mind if I mix this request with your cracked helmet request? Or do you prefer sepereate? Let me know please :>

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No because stop motion is the death of me

Especially when my project is DINOSAURS 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 2d last week, 3d when college restarts on the 8th of Jan

Praying for myself atp bro PRAYING

Nahhh Dinos???

How tf do you do that? Are you modeling each move and each little dino with clay or smt??? Huh??😯

I am praying FOR you dear Anon😂😭

Also I'm calling you Dino Anon now :))) Unless you want another name, let me know cause calling you what your stop motion is doing to you is not very creative 😂

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YOUR BACK? ILY I MISSED RAVINE FICS SM 😭😭

Are you doing ravine x reader fics now 🤨🤨 bc if so I would request smth bc honestly ravine makes me wanna go 🤤🤤

Me and ravine (REAL)

Also happy early Christmas for like tomorrow 🫶🫶

Yes I am backkkkk! 🥰 But only till February sadly, I'm getting a new timetable so I don't know how much free time I have 😢

I'm not against writing for Ravine x Reader, I'm just don't know how to do that reader insert writing. I'm more into Ravine x 141 imagines, scenarios.

I don't mind giving a try for Ravine x Reader though but I can't guarentee it's good😅

What's your request? :D

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a wheelchair isn't expensive with a rich grandfather my friend! And I do, college throws a new medium at me every day ♡

It's fortunate to be able to return what we enjoy, even after a long while, although I must say I may throttle my tutor if I must record stop motion again!!

Yay to your granpa! :D

That's so nice, I'm happy for you! 😊 And omg stop motion?? 😭 (Throttle them! >:) Don't actually tho >_>')

That takes so long to do! Especially imagine if you move the character too far and then it just looks it it teleported from its spot in the video and you have to redo the whole thing again auwdgaizdaiu (Not that I ever did stop motion, I just saw some videos on the internet ✌️)

[trashy-tries-writing]

I know you probably get these a lot but, I love your Ravine.. Series? Headcannons? Idk if I'm using those words right but anyways. The point is! I love your work and I hope you well! Can't wait for more! Well, I can wait, but y'know.

I also hope you are doing well 🥰🥰

Thank you so much for all these encouraging comments Anons and sorry for having to make you wait sometimes 😖