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rascal-xo · 1 year

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I heard your requests are open~

I'm always a sucker for angsty hostage reader fics. Maybe one of the 141 are clearing a warehouse, and come across hostage!reader. He takes them back to the base for their injuries and they start to get close

Hopefully this is enough to go off of, I really like your writing

Special Affairs | Task Force 141 x GN!Reader

Chapter Summary: You’ve found yourself in a sticky situation and end up crossing paths with none other than the infamous 141 soldiers.

Warnings: Violence, weapons, language, reads like an action fic ‼️

Word Count: a lot. (i’m too lazy to check lol)

A/N: I decided to let my creativity run wild and took some inspiration from the Cold War campaign (my fav). I hope you enjoy and ty for the request!!

|NOT CANONICALLY ACCURATE| |OVERLAPPING OF TIMELINES| PART 2 HERE

When you were recruited for the CIA, It was only a matter of time you’d find yourself in this situation. Your training had prepared you for the unexpected, but nothing could have quite prepared you for the events that unfolded during this covert mission.

As a highly skilled agent, you were sent deep undercover to gather intel on a notorious terrorist organization. You had infiltrated their ranks and gained their trust, positioning yourself to uncover their plans from within.

But during one of the critical moments, a sudden turn of events led to chaos.

As tensions escalated, shots rang out, triggering a full-blown firefight and you were caught in the crossfire, you fought valiantly, taking down several hostiles. You were outnumbered and one of the enemy operatives managed to sneak up behind you, immobilizing you with a well-placed blow to the head.

When you regained consciousness, you found yourself disoriented and restrained in a dimly lit underground bunker. Your head throbbed with pain as you struggled against the ropes binding your wrists.

Hours turned into days as you remained imprisoned, your captors using various failed forms of psychological torture to extract information.

Unbeknownst to Captain Price, Soap, Ghost, and Gaz, their mission had brought them closer to the underground facility where you were held captive.

Their objective aligned with yours - to dismantle the terrorist organization from within.

As the four of them navigated the corridors, they encountered heavy resistance. The sound of gunfire echoed through the compound, alerting your captors to the presence of intruders. “Was zum Teufel?!” (What the hell?!”)

The two armed soldiers in your room snapped up from their seats and readied their rifles to fire back if the door opened.

Just as the enemy closed in on your location, the sound of a door being kicked open reverberated through the bunker.

Price, Soap, Ghost, and Gaz burst into the room, their weapons blazing. Their entrance sent your captors into disarray, allowing you to break free from your restraints.

Without wasting another moment you grabbed a gun on the nearby table, just as The Captain’s weapon pointed away from the now dead guards and to you, “Don’t Shoot!” You exclaimed.

“Who are you?” Ghost barked, not lowering his gun yet.

“I’m CIA.” Price motioned for everyone to lower their weapons and you walked closer to the group.

You nodded to them, “Clandestine Special Officer, Y/N Y/L/N.”

“What’re you doing down here, Lass?” Soap chimed in, looking at you intently.

“Came here on the job you’ve been sent to finish.” You looked at your shoulder which was still freshly wounded, and then looked around the room for your jacket. You finally caught eye on it laying on the floor and quickly went to put it on.

“Wait, you cant go on like this, you’re broken.” Gaz points out, motioning to your shoulder. You could feel the black and blue forming around your eyes and the cut stinging on your lip as well. ‘So much for covert’ you thought to yourself.

“I’m fine, but I know East Berlin won’t be if we don’t get moving.” You answer.

Captain Price exchanged a glance with Soap before nodding in agreement. "They’re right. We need to finish this mission, and it seems like we've got ourselves an unexpected ally," he said, his voice steady and commanding. “Gonna get that arm checked out once we’re back, got it?”

You nod and collect the rest of your scattered gear, before heading out of the bunker and to the main facility. “So what’s the motherfucker got down here that needs to be guarded like this?” Gaz asks, as you take down maps and manifestos from the enemy conference room which is now empty.

“Missiles.” They all pause and turn to you in shock. “American missiles.”

“Steamin bloody Jesus.” Soap mutters.

“In the 50’s, Operation Greenlight put nuclear devices within every major European city as the ultimate ‘fuck you’ to a Soviet invasion of Europe. But an upgraded American Precision Strike system when online 2 weeks ago, sent up red flags all over but they were disguised at that time.”

“Perseus.” Price’s voice had anger lining it. “When does the system become active?”

“We have 24 hours at best. Launch was already delayed a few days from what I understand.”

The group exchanged concerned glances. "We need to move fast and take out the missile launch site before it's too late," Captain Price said, his voice urgent.

You nodded in agreement, knowing that time was of the essence. "I have intel on the location of the launch site, but it's heavily guarded," you said, pulling out a map and pointing to a spot. "We need a solid plan of attack."

You joined Captain Price and Soap as they made their way towards the launch site, keeping your eyes peeled for any enemy forces. Gaz and Ghost went around the south entrance.

Finally, you reached the launch site and saw the missile silos looming in the distance. The group split up, with Captain Price and Soap taking the left flank and you taking the right.

As you made your way towards the silos, you encountered heavy resistance. Enemy soldiers were everywhere, firing at you from all directions. You returned fire, taking out as many as you could.

When you reached the site, you quickly accessed the control panel, determined to disable the launch sequence. With deftness born from your CIA training, you navigated the complex system, neutralizing the imminent threat.

“Bravo Six to Actual- do you copy?” Price spoke.

“This is actual, what’s your report?” Laswell’s voice coming from the comms.

“We’ve got the threat. They were active missiles.”

The tension in the room dissipated as the launch sequence halted. A collective sigh of relief passed through the team.

“Gonna call in the evac, Y/N you with us?” Soap asked, coming to the group. Going back with the 141 didn’t seem like such a bad idea now that you had worked with them. The CIA could use the extra knowledge first hand.

“Hope you’ll save me a seat.” You smiled.

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After the mission, you and the rest of the team returned to a secure base in London. You found yourself sitting at the counter at a pub.

You watched from across the bar as Soap scored a bullseye with the dart, earning a triumphant cheer from Gaz. Ghost simply nodded in approval, his focus seemingly undisturbed.

“Adler it’s Y/N. Everything’s been handled but I’m in London for the time being.” You sent the voicemail and set your phone down.

Captain Price walked over, a slight smile playing on his lips. He took a seat beside you, signaling the bartender for a drink.

"CIA, huh?" Price remarked, his voice carrying a hint of warmth. "So what’s next for you, darling?”

"There’s always something that needs to be dealt with. But It feels good to have a moment to breathe," you replied, taking a sip from your drink. The cool liquid provided a soothing sensation as it slid down your throat.

You looked up to meet his gaze. You had known of captain for quite some time now. There wasn’t a file at Langley you hadn’t been assigned to go through, his of course was more seasoned than others.

Price's piercing blue eyes met yours, and for a moment, the weight of the world seemed to fade away. His expression held a mix of admiration and camaraderie, a silent acknowledgment.

He leaned back in his seat, his expression now uncertain. “Laswell never mentioned you or anything about this mission being active.”

“Well neither did Shepard, and we all know you have a Shepard problem.” You moved your glass in a circular motion slightly, watching the golden liquid rise and fall.

“We’ll always have that problem, darling.” He scoffed, downing the rest of his scotch.

“Well since i’m here now, consider that problem handled.” You said, suddenly deciding that you and the 141 weren’t quiet done being a team yet…

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A/N: I highkey enjoy writing action/double meaning story fics. LMK what y’all think :))

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konigsblog · 11 months

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This is rotting in my brain but imagine dr!price who spread out his patient infront of his premed students (141 crew) as a "lesson". GRAAH

pointing to parts of your wet pussy, asking everyone to label them, his fingers curling inside your hole while they all crowded around you. they're all gradually getting more aroused, their aching cocks begging to be fisted or squeezed by your walls, one of them asking what you taste like.

they all takes turns lapping at your needy cunny. dragging their tongue along your slit and teasing your clit, smirking when you squirm, whine or tremble at their touch. pushing their weeping dicks into your slick wetness, excusing it as testing the tightness. pounding into your tightness and seeing how your cunt reacts to their cum :((

admiring the way all their potent seed drips from your tight hole, rubbing your clit and making you squirt, eventually turning it into a competition about how far you could squirt. doctor!price uses your mouth since he told you multiple times, “if you're not gonna be quiet, i'm gonna use your throat, sweetheart..” but you couldn't help it !! each vein against your gummy walls was addicting and euphoria, the escasty-like feeling rushing through you :((((

your gags filling the silence along with conversations about your perfect pussy, sucking onto your cunt again and again until you're raw and wet with their drool. doctor!price showing them how well you could take his meaty cock, the girth stretching you out, ruining your raw hole :(((

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bi-ss · 5 months

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~ Ties that bind ~

Bucky x reader- arranged marriage.

Summary: You agreed to arrange marriage when you were little, after seeing who you are to marry. You wish you could go back.

Warnings- violence, guns/weapons, illegal stuff, drugs, fluff if you squint, smut eventually, Sharon being a bitch, swearing.. That's all I can think of but every chapter will have its own warnings.

(Spelling may be bad as I'm very dyslexic sorry in advance)

Part 1 -here

Part2 -here

Part3 -here

Part4 -here

Part5 -here

(Yes, I liked my own blogs, OK? Also, if you don't like this sort of thing or my writing, please just don't read it. I honestly love feedback, but hateful messages are not welcome xx)

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1-imaginary-girl · 8 months

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Happy Birthday

Leonard Snart x Reader

Summary: It's Leonard's birthday, and you have a special gift for him. Reader is gender-neutral. (This takes place in The Flash universe, before Legends).

Warnings: Pure fluff!

Word Count: 1552

A/N: I keep adding new men to my master list but I can't help it! Wentworth Miller is just a beautiful individual and I've been obsessed with him as Captain Cold from the start.

It wasn’t the sun shining through his windows that woke him up. It wasn’t even the hustle and bustle of Central City. No, instead, Leonard woke up to the feeling of kisses peppering his face.

He immediately smiles before even opening his eyes. “G’morning,” he says in a husky voice. He hears you giggle. He opens his eyes to the most beautiful sight he’s ever seen. You’re next to him on the bed, leaned over so that your faces are close together. You have the brightest smile on your face, that lights him up from the sight of it. He doesn’t know what he did to deserve you, an angel in human form, but he’ll be damned if he gives you up.

His attention falls back to you as you speak. “Happy birthday!” you say excitedly, trying not to be too loud as he had just woken up. He looks confused before remembering. He had completely forgotten. But it seems as if you hadn’t.

“Thank you, sweetheart.” You lean down and plant a kiss on his lips, thoroughly waking Leonard up. He brings his hand up to hold your head but then you pull away giggling. He’s left looking jokingly dejected which gets him another quick kiss on his pouty lips. “You seem very excited.”

“Well duh! It’s your birthday. Birthdays are fun,” you say cheerfully.

“As long as you don’t throw me a surprise party, I’ll have fun.” You look offended.

“I think I know my boyfriend a little better than that,” you say which makes him smile. He takes you in, positively vibrating with joy and narrows his eyes.

“What is it?” he asks suspiciously. This only makes you smile wider.

“I got you something,” you say and before he can even comment, you’re off the bed. He instantly misses your warmth.

“You didn’t have to get me anything,” he says, missing you but simultaneously drinking you in as he sits up. Your hair is a little tussled from the night before and he notices that you’re wearing his shirt which looks much better on you.

“Oh hush, of course I did!” you call from the closet. You quickly find what you’re looking for and turn with it behind your back. You’re biting down your grin, trying to contain your excitement now, but it’s all over your face. He thinks it’s the cutest thing he’s ever seen.

You make your way back over to the bed and place the gift in his lap. “I have a card for later,” you say. “But I need you to open this first.”

Leonard looks down at the delicately wrapped gift. The wrapping paper is dark blue with white polka dots. As soon as he touches it, he hears you take a sharp intake. When he looks back over at you, your excited energy has turned nervous. You’re rapidly looking from him to the gift. He reaches over to squeeze your hand, trying to help your nerves. It works, as you take a deep breath.

He returns to the gift and begins to unwrap it. Underneath the paper, is a plain white box. He glances over at you again and your eyes are trained on the box. Slowly, he opens it.

There, sitting on a sheet of parchment paper, is a hat. Not just any hat. It’s a dark blue winter hat, and it looks as if it’s been hand-knitted. He’s staring in disbelief, wondering why he’s tearing up at something as simple as a hat.

“Did you make this?” he whispers in awe, slowly reaching in and taking the hat into his hands. It feels comfortable and soft.

You clear your throat. “Y-yeah I did,” you say and Leonard looks at you with stars in his eyes because he can’t believe that his kind-hearted partner took the time to make something for him. You won’t meet his eyes, but if you did, you would see the love he has for you plastered on his face. “I, uh, I tried to match the colour to your coat.” You quickly add, “N-not that you would wear it on the job or anything, but it matches if you wear them together. Or it should.”

He noted that, the choice of colour syncing with his signature coat. “Y/N…” he says, for once at a loss for words. Unfortunately, you take his silence to mean something else.

“I-if you don’t like it, I can get you something else! It’s not that great considering it was my first time knitting, you know I wanted to try something new, but if you don’t like it I would totally under—”

Before your nervous ramblings got worse, Leonard leaned over and pulled you into a fierce kiss. You hesitate, confused for a moment, before leaning into it. You pull away, looking at Leonard for the first time and seeing an absolutely giddy smile, which confuses you even more but puts a smile on your face.

“I love it,” he says, looking into your eyes. You can tell he isn’t lying.

“Really?” you ask with tentative hopefulness. He pulls back to look at it some more.

“Yes!” he says and relief crashes down on you. He sees you smiling again. “In fact…” Leonard takes his new hat and puts it on, instantly warming his head. Your eyes widen.

“You don’t have to wear it—”

“Of course I do, it’s my new favourite hat,” he says with a smile. The thought of wearing something you made special for him warms his heart. He can tell that you’re still not entirely convinced. You set your lips into a straight line before leaning over to take the hat off. But Leonard’s quicker and he leans back, causing you to fall onto his chest.

You giggle as he says, “Are you trying to steal my hat? On my birthday of all days?” This causes you to giggle harder which makes him chuckle. You look up at him with nothing but love in your eyes and his heart still manages to skip a beat after all this time.

“I’m glad you like it,” you say, finally accepting his words to be true.

“How could I not? It’s from you,” he says softly. You bury your face in his chest as you blush which makes him laugh again. Then you lean up and plant kisses all over his face as you did before.

You pause as your faces are inches away from one another. “Happy birthday Leonard,” you say again. He smiles and before he can respond, you lean in and press your lips to his. It’s soft and slow and full of love. When it starts to become more passionate, you pull back biting your lip.

He tries to reconnect your lips but you turn away. “We have to save some for later,” you say with a wink. He groans but gives up as you settle on his chest. As he looks at you, he realizes that you’re the best gift he could ever receive. He wonders if that’s too corny to say out loud. Either way, he sighs in content. He could stay like this, the two of you in bed together, for the rest of the day—

You suddenly sit up, taking your warmth away from him. “Time to make your birthday breakfast!” you say excitedly. You start to move off the bed but he wraps his arms around your middle.

“Can’t we just stay like this in bed all day?” he asks, leaning his head against your back and planting a kiss there. But you wriggle your way out of his grip.

“As nice as that sounds, no can do. I have a whole day planned for you.” As much as he protests to getting out of bed, he really appreciates what you’ve done for him. “So up and at ‘em!”

You skip out of the bedroom towards the kitchen and he groans again, hearing your giggle echo from down the hall. But then he smiles and climbs out of bed, slowly following you. He almost forgets he’s wearing the hat but doesn’t want to take it off. He has a feeling this might be his best birthday yet.

Bonus scene:

The next day at work, one of the rogues is talking with Mick when Leonard walks in. His appearance causes both of them to stop, and not just because he’s in charge.

Along with his infamous blue jacket, Leonard Snart is wearing a new, knitted blue hat. At first, they don’t know what to say. They just stare as he walks by. But then the rogue decides to speak up.

“Hey boss, what the hell are you wearing?” the man asks. Leonard pauses in his tracks and slowly turns to face him with a glare set on his face.

“A hat,” he says, obviously. Then his hand moves to his cold gun and powers it on. “Care to comment on it?”

The man’s eyes widen. “N-no, it looks great,” the man says with a nervous smile. Leonard says nothing more, slowly removing his hand from the gun before walking away. Once he’s out of hearing distance, the man turns to Mick. “You think Y/N made it for him?”

“Oh absolutely,” Mick responds.

From that day on, the hat became a part of Captain Cold’s look.

#leonard snart x reader #leonard snart x you #leonard snart x y/n #captain cold x reader #captain cold x you #captain cold x y/n #leoanrd snart #captain cold #leonard snart fanfiction #captain cold fanfiction #the flash #the flash fanfiction #leonard snart imagine #dc fanfiction #legends of tomorrow

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kindfrog · 2 months

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savvy?

close up

#captain jack sparrow #pirates of the caribbean #fanart #I honestly could not tell you what inspired me but I was hit with a wave of if I do not draw this character rn I am going to explode #I’ve never drawn him before and I cold not get his face right for the life of me #I imagined this as though he had recently just pillaged some treasure and is taking a moment to feel bonita

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notmommyhenry · 1 year

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I swear whenever i see fanart of cod characters I lick my screen and kick my feet while giggling

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pirates-and-coffee · 1 year

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"Ghost."

Short fanfic with gender neutral reader.

Warning: Legends of Tomorrow/The Flash spoiler.

I warned you.

A bit of a premise: No ships here.

About: You're the youngest Legend and were particularly bound to Leonard and Mick. After Leonard's death, you're still broken. Then, something happens.

Enjoy.

“--get the hell out of my head.”

A little smile appeared on his pink, cold lips as Leonard turned the back to a drunk, mumbling Mick. Another bite on his conscience, a bit nearer to the result he was aiming to. But for that night he could go back to Thawne. He started making his way out of the room, entering the corridor, when someone bumped on him, making him stop. Against his chest, to be more exact. A soffocated groan reached his ears. That was a kid. A kid, wearing a too big sweatshirt and jeans. No shoes.

The blue-iced eyes widened.

“Ugh- sorry, man, I can't find-” you reopened yours, tired. Leonard never knew what you couldn't find; as soon as you recognized him, tears started to wet your cheeks. “Len?”, a whisper, the hands reaching for his face. “Oh my god, am I crazy too, am I having an allucination?”

He didn't know how to reply. He didn't know what you were doing on that timeship. He grabbed your hands, looking away. Only to make things worse.

“Oh my god, I can touch you, you're fucking real.”

“What are you doing here?” He asked, trying to contain himself. He wanted to hug you so badly. He had missed you so much... but obviously to you it was only passed a little time since his death. “What are you doing up?”

It took a while.

“I saw you dying, Len.” Your voice was cracking. “I was there and I saw you dying.”

Think. Fast. Only a few more instants and you'd start crying to the point you'd feel like drowning. He sighed. “You fell asleep on the floor again.”

“...what-”

“You used to do it a lot.” His voice softened, leaning towards you to move a hair away from your eye. “You're dreaming, kid. You must miss me a lot.”

You looked confused, but buying it. “I- I do...” you cried, “You shouldn't have to do that-- I should've taken your place instead! You shouldn't have to die-- fuck all that legends stuff- fuck Rip, fuck those fucking Time Masters-- if only... if only... you shouldn't have to die, Len, you shouldn't have to die...”

“What are they doing here?!”

He was furious. He couldn't stop hissing with anger at Thawne.

“You didn't tell me they were here. You didn't tell me they were with them.”

“It was irrilevant.”

“Irrilevant?”

“Why are you so worried about that child, Snart?”

“I'm not-”

“Alright, look. We could let them live. To keep you calm. Them and your partner. But only them.”

“...yes. Only them.”

Only they mattered, after all.

#leonard snart #legends of tomorrow #legends of tomorrow x reader #leonard snart x reader #fanfic #legends of tomorrow fanfic #fanfiction #lot #lot fanfiction #captain cold #captain cold x reader #captain cold imagine #leonard snart imagine #legends of tomorrow imagine #legends of tomorrow spoilers

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rozugold · 2 months

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WHITE RICE WITH YELLOW COLORING 😭

THAT SHIT LOOKED LIKE A SHITTER VERSION OF MEXICAN RICE BY THE END OF IT

- Captain Rice 🍚

NOOOOO

#just make Mexican rice…#not whatever that is #eugh I’m just imagining cold watery ketchup in rice #so unpleasant #rozu asks #anonymous #the captains

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scarletfantasia · 4 months

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I decide to watch again Alive (1993) to compare with Society of the Snow.

I discovered their story through a documentary and later with Alive that I liked so much that I read the book and Nando's book. And yes I havent seen again this movie after that. Because the choices they made with the reality and changing the names' deads disturbed me. Knowing the Survivors didnt like it was also a reason I hoped for a new movie and kept a distance with Alive. But I still genuinely thought it wasnt "bad" And I kept a "nostalgic" memory of it.

Well, after Society of the Snow, watching a old documentary and reading again Nando's book...oh dear Alive (1993) is painful to watch.

I could write already an essay about everything that goes wrong...and I am only at the thirtieth minutes.

#oh deat it will be long #really long #first I want to scream for how they broke the group and the friendship #they said they are friends but you dont see any friendship between them #or the one Hollywood imagine in 90s with american boys and for drama #like they want sooo bad to create conflicts so their brilliant idea is showing Marcelo being betrayed by them ?!#I remembered that the first time I saw the movie Antonio (Marcelo) wasnt kind and a good captain in my eyes #through the books I was able to change my mind but for god sake thirteen years later and Society of tje snow later IT IS SO DISREPECTFUL #how they were able to choose and to decide Eduardo and Fito would be disrepectful and cold with him???#Marcelo was Eduardo's best friend #you never see it in Alive #urgh #gotta continue but I feel it will be complicated #like some good ideas maybe and mostly the wrong ones blame on Hollywood #society of the snow #alive 1993

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citrine-elephant · 1 year

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what if zane just had implants in his brain to make him think faster (on account of how fast he can move and process the battlefield)

but it was just that meme of "i'm stupid, FASTER"

#borderlands #why did i only think of this like... 3 years later #legit consideration tho... part of my brain still wants to imagine him as a very smart hyper-genius dude #but in lore he's not genius levels #maybe out of impatience #but could we consider he's actually got some literacy problems #im in no way shaming btw!#it's just interesting to think since he was born on pandora #maybe just consider he has a lot of issues writing and sometimes with reading #like he did better than someone like captain but he still struggles #the idea moxxi/marcus had about presenting someone else to fool your enemies #and under/overestimate you #like how apparently he refuses to take baths #just presents himself as this cold and clean genius badass #but he's got adhd and he's stinky and has some learning difficulties #again no shame in it i try to be aware of that with myself + not shaming intelligence #please let me know if i'm saying the wrong things #the post wasn't even about intelligence but i gotta tag-ramble lol #*technically wasn't. memes but was thinking more of processing faster like a computer

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rascal-xo · 10 months

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I ❤️ ALEJANDRO

pretty please send in alejandro request i’m begging you

(angst, smut, fluff ANYTHING)

#alain mesa #call of duty #call of duty modern warfare #fanfic #call of duty smut #cod modern warfare #alejandro vargas #simon ghost riley #simon riley imagine #ghost x reader #simon riley x you #ghost x female reader #captain price #ghost x you #simon riley x reader #black ops cold war #modern warfare smut #alejandro x you #alejandro x female reader

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whump-captain · 2 years

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No. 6 - Proof of life

Ransom video | "I've got a pulse." | Screams from across the hall

OC: Kintsugi

another one of kinda just character stuff and once again i hope it makes sense lol. it's late and im ill so im just glad i finished it tbh ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

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CN: swearing, past torture mentions, implied long term captivity

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The door behind Lucy's back was heavy and its latch was undone. As she leaned against it, cold seeped from the metal through her thick tactical vest and reached deep into her body and mind.

She held her hand loose on the stock of her rifle, even though there was nothing to guard at the moment. They had dragged the prisoner out a while ago and before they pulled the bag over his head, Lucy had caught a glimpse of his terrified gaze.

His name was Ethan Lythmer and he was a meteorologist. Of that Lucy was sure, because he had repeated those words over and over as his only answer to captain Linde's increasingly inane questions. Poor idiot, she thought, he'd be better off making up some story that he could pretend to give up under interrogation. Linde would get his ego boost, stage a court martial, and then hand over his prey to Response Group Memory brass - and that would be the end of it. The lie would come out in the end, but maybe at least somewhere far away from Linde's self-congratulatory barbarism.

But Lythmer insisted on the truth, day in and day out, through every beating and drugging. And so Linde's injured pride stoked itself higher and higher, and the pointless cycle continued. Nothing was achieved apart from the perpetuation of violence and delusion.

But none of that was Lucy's business. Her business was to guard the door and to restrain herself from calling Linde a wanker to his face. Sometimes there were errands; sometimes there were more wankers. Day in and day out, as time trickled away and everything outside of the present moment blurred into a white noise of irrelevance.

She let the numbing buzz fill her thoughts and erase everything but the cold behind her back.

Then a scream cut through the air like an icepick. Lucy flinched. Slapped back to reality, she shook her head off and straightened her spine. The scream continued, rising and falling in a wail of pain and desperation, until finally it abruptly stopped. Quieter, almost completely muffled by concrete and distance, breathless, ragged groans filled the silence in its wake.

Lucy tried to let the cold numb her again, but the present remained acutely sharp around her. Another scream came, through so many walls and doors that she couldn't tell where it came from. Not too far, she would wager. No use dragging a prisoner further than necessary.

Silence fell once more and this time completely. But she could imagine the rest. The dull thud of a body hitting the ground. Linde's smooth voice which he never raised, composed through question after question. Desperate gasps for air, barely contained sobs. The clink of glasses on the bloodied floor.

Lucy's hand tightened on the rifle and she chased the memory away. She lucked out with guard duty; she didn't have to watch Linde mentally jerk himself off with his authority today. It wasn't her arms lifting up a lifeless body to hold it upright for another punch.

She leaned back and felt a stab of cold from behind her. She grimaced and shook her head at her own thoughts. When had she become so soft? That was part of her job, too - and one that she was very good at. She'd had practice. She had gained respect because she had made it known that she would not be held back by fear or sentiment. She had been ruthless and ruthlessness was a strength.

But the thing about strength was that if it was questioned, it dissipated. And those who were weak would be left to die in the cold haze of numb, irrelevant days.

The air carried a cry of agony and Lucy forced herself to listen to it like music, interpreting the pleas and confessions contained in this wordless howl. Pointedly, she wondered what Linde's men were doing to their prisoner today. They weren't beating him; the screams wouldn't be as long. Not suffocating him either since that would strangle his voice entirely. Maybe they broke his other arm; or mangled the existing fracture even further. Lucy grimaced at the thought of how badly - if ever - that injury would heal. But she held that thought and dared herself to relish it. With the feeling of cold on her back, she let her violent memories flood in and scored the past with the sounds of the present.

When a door scraped open somewhere in the distance, she was numb again. Impassively, she watched two of her colleagues drag forward the limp form of Ethan Lythmer, his face hidden behind blood-matted hair. A step before them marched captain Linde, wiping his hands on a clean towel.

"Richardson," he said with a firm nod.

"What d'you want?" she answered.

"Watch your tone. I have a job for you."

"I'm minding the door now." She pointed with her thumb. Linde's mouth twitched in a very satisfying grimace of annoyance.

"Diaz will relieve you," he said, indicating one of the men behind him. "Make sure the spy is fit for further questioning by tomorrow."

Lucy scoffed. "And how do you want me to do that?" She looked Lythmer up and down, took in his ashen grey skin and clothes almost black with his own blood. She still couldn't tell what they'd done to him but he looked beyond the help of simple first aid.

"Figure it out," Linde answered smoothly but with force. "The medical wing knows to expect you, they will provide the supplies needed. Questions?"

Lucy considered getting in an argument. But it was going to be a long evening already. "No," she said.

"Good. Carry on."

Folding away his towel, Linde walked away into the depths of the complex. Lucy looked at Diaz and he gave a small shrug before making to move past her towards the door. She stepped aside and the grind of heavy metal shifting filled the whole corridor.

"You need a hand with the meds?" Diaz asked, helping the other man carry the unconscious prisoner back into his cell. Lucy's eyes followed the trail of crimson drops on the floor, all the way to where they became a single, wide smudge leading back into the dark. She shook her head.

Slinging her rifle onto her back, she walked away too into the silent cold.

#whumptober2022 #no.6 #screams from across the hall #oc #writing #captain's stuff #captain's ocs #kintsugi #so. themes.#(and here imagine me reclining on a sofa with a large bubble tea in my hand and completely off my shit on caffeine)#there's gonna be stuff abt past/present/future here #and some heat/cold imagery too probably #u might have noticed im slightly avoiding writing ethan and that's because im not 100% on his voice yet #im have some good traits for him so im almost there but my boy's not ready yet #gotta come up with some excuses for introspection for him bc he doesn't have time right now w/ all the torture

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